long distance relationship - suguru g. 18+ MDNI!!!
âi missed you so fucking much, suguru,â you throw your arms around his neck, burying your face in his neck. âgosh, it feels like itâs been centuries.â
âoh baby, iâve missed you too,â he coos, pressing his lips to your hair. one of his arms envelop you, the other still holding the heavy duffel bag around his shoulder. âcan i put down my stuff? or are you going to cling to me like a baby monkey?â
you whine something unintelligible into his skin, making him laugh. oh, how heâd missed you. rubbing your back in soothing circles with his thumb, he lowers his head closer to your ear. âjust let me take my coat off and iâm all yours, okay? iâll unpack later.â
you unlink your arms and take a step back, watching suguru shed his long coat, revealing a navy blue turtleneck sweater and black slacks. the apartment finally feels right with him filling the space again, carrying that familiar, comforting scent that you associate with home.
just a little longer of this, you remind yourself, and the next plane will be a one-way ticket.
âhey, somethingâs wrong?â suguruâs honeyed voice pulls you back from your thoughts, and you shake your head. ânot at all. youâre here, how could anything be wrong?â
he smiles, then open his arms for you to throw yourself into them again, and he can finally hold you right. every inch of you molding perfectly to every inch of him, as if it was exactly where you belonged, all along. you breathe in the scent of his cologne, face smushed into his chest like you needed it to breathe.
his long fingers map out the outline of your waist, soothing in their trail, committing everything to memory even if he knows you better than he knows himself. âmissed you so much, pretty girl,â suguru peppers light kisses over the crown of your head. âhave you been good while i was gone?â
you look up at him with a grin. âmhm!â but once you meet his face, half-lidded eyes and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly with that smile. âyeah?â he hums. âwant to show me?â
apparently your bedroom was too far for suguruâs liking, the couch a much more appropriate solution to have your pretty body folded in two, knees grazing just shy of your ears like he instructed your to hold them. his nose is pressing against your clit, puffy and sensitive after your orgasm, but his tongue is still deep in your hole, drawing out the lewdest squelches.
âs-suguuuuââ you sob, choking on your own breaths. âfuck, nghâ âs too much!â you wish you could card your fingers through his silky, raven hair, but he keeps it tied in a messy ponytail to keep it out of his face, the whole lower half glistening with your slick.
and you wouldnât be able to move your hands even if you wanted, keeping them tightly wrapped around the underside of your knees. your hamstrings have been screaming in protest, but the way suguruâs greedy tongue is lapping at your soppy cunt overrides the pain.
âsuguru,â you plead again, a salty tear trailing down your parted lips. âp-pleaseâŚwanâ your cock now, pleaseââ
âoh really?â he purrs, finally withdrawing, big hands are still cupping the globes of your ass. âyou know i just wanted to make sure my pretty girl was ready to take me properly.â
your clothes - along with his - lie in a messy puddle on the floor, but suguru still has his boxers on, stretching across his throbbing erection when he stands back up on his feet. youâll never get tired of this sightâ all chiselled muscles, the fine work of art of some power up above, no doubt.
ââbecause thereâs something iâve been meaning to keep as a surprise, so i hope youâll be able to forgive me,â his words pull you away from your daydreaming once more, brows furrowing in a questioning look. you finally relax your legs a bit, shifting from your cramped position.
âa surprise?â you tilt your head, eyes following suguruâs descending hand, fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers before he tugs them down. âitâsâŚitâs still a bit sensitive, i honestly donât know why i listened to satoruâs dumb idea but i thoughtââ
âoh. my. god.â
your jaw is positively unhinged, eyes wide and focused on the metal bars protruding from underneath the skin of the underside of suguruâs cock.
âyou got a fucking jacobâs ladder!?â
his cheeks turn a pretty shade of dark pink, suddenly feeling too self-aware and flustered. âis itâŚis it bad? i didnât really have any feedback on it since i got it other than watching myself in the mirror, itâs not like i was going to snap pictures and send them to satoru.â
âletâs be real, he wouldâve done it,â you snort. suguru chuckles, âyeah, he wouldâve.â
you sit up, face only inches away from his pierced shaft. âdid it hurt when you got it?â you ask, fingers coming up but not quite touching just yet. âa bitâŚâ he pauses. âa lot. but itâs fine now, it healed pretty well, you can touch it.â
your hand tentatively wraps around the base of suguruâs cock, the hiss he draws in between clenched teeth causing a wave of heat to rush deep in your belly. you angle it forwards, then lean over to press the lightest kiss to each piercing, smiling when he starts huffing nâ puffing.
âbabyâŚâ he whispers, hips jerking involuntarily, body craving more of your touch. your tongue rolls out, licking a looong stripe along his pretty flushed tip, collecting a salty bead of pre. your eyes gleam with something feral when you look up.
âi want it inside, suguru.â
he doesnât waste a moment, shedding his boxers in record time before heâs manhandling you on all fours. the cushions force your back into an almost painful arch, cheek pressed into the leather of the backrest. you hear suguru spit onceâ twice, the first to coat his tip, the second right in your hole, still shiny from your earlier release.
âi have no idea how this might feel for either of us, so tell me if it hurts or if itâs uncomfortable, okay pretty? fuckâŚso pretty and wet for me.â
your answer slurs into a moan when the fat head of his cock presses against your cunt, velvety walls fluttering with hunger, already trying to suck him in. âoh fuck, suguru!â your hips move backwards, needing him to stuff you full, but he stops you with a large palm smacking! down on your ass.
âaht, aht,â he warns. âpatience, my love. pussyâs been missing her sugu this much?â
but you can tell heâs holding back as well, allowing himself slow half-thrusts, easing into your drooling cunt little by little. you bite into your bottom lip with a whine, then comes the stretch.
âfuck!â youâre moaning out unanimously, the first pierced portion of his length slipping in. âdid i hurt you?â he manages to ask. ân-no,â you shake your head. âfeels a bit weirdâŚg-good weird, though. does it hurt for you?â
ânever feltâŚfuckingâŚbetter.â
each word is followed by more of his cock filling you up until heâs fully sheathed inside. your walls clench against the textured ridges. âo-oh my god, suguru,â you gasp. âplease fuck me or i think iâll go insane.â
âyes maâam,â he chuckles, both hands gripping your hips before he goes all in, setting a punishing pace. your hands hold on for dear life to the backrest of the couch, your shrills muffled by the thick leather, and youâre sure the crescent indents arenât going to leave anytime soon.
the slap of skin against skin is lewd, your pussy gushing with each thrust and forming a frothy ring around the base of suguruâs cock. âso loud, babyâŚâ he stutters between groans, hunching over until his chest is almost flush against your arched back. âdonât want the neighbors to make a noise complaint, now do we?â
one of his hands leave your hips, and soon two of his thick digits are filling your mouth. your lips close and start sucking shamelessly, coating his fingers in copious amounts of spit. âshit, haahâ dirty girl,â suguru grunts, head falling on top of yours as he keeps drilling into you.
the piercings have made him way more sensitive, the coil of his orgasm dangerously tight. he doesnât want to embarrass himself by cumming too soon, but when youâre so deliciously snug around him he can only resist for so long. âforgive me, my love, but i think iâm gonnaââ
âplease, please suguru!â you cry out, spluttering around his fingers. âplease cum inside, iâm close too!â
youâll be the death of him, heâs sure.
his body start convulsing, a loud groan of your name announcing his release, spurts of thick, white seed spilling deep inside, coating your gummy walls. you topple over alongside him, milking every last drop.
once you both manage to come back to your senses, suguru picks you up and walks you to the bathroom to draw a warm bath. when youâre both submerged in the bubbly water, he holds you tight to his chest, peppering the sides of your neck and shoulders with kisses as you update each other on your lives.
âyou know, that was a very pleasant surprise. you should do it more often,â you say playfully, looking over your shoulder as he dutifully washes your hair. he mirrors your grin. âiâll keep that in mind.â
now heâs worried the engagement ring in his suitcase will be anticlimactic.
ââa/n. i have no idea how i keep ending up with almost 2k words every time i want to write a quick drabble but oh well
crimson drips onto floors of black hewn stone, pooled in a steady stream that pours from a strewn pile of bodies left in his wake, rays of faded light pouring through the shattered windows illuminating the slaughter upon the silvery edges of his blade â illuminating the path he has taken to get here, to you.
to hear you breathe the name of your saviour, your knight in shining armour.
âcapitano.â
your eyes light up, a rare thing found in an eternal night, itself a faint flicker of starlight amongst the black heavens â the last fragments of the divine which had long abandoned these lands.
truly it is no world for you, these confines of hell where faithless eyes have scorned the divine, with twisted creatures that snatch up scraps of lifeblood for their own embittered survival. there is no god to turn to, only mere beasts hungering for its essence â theyâll rip it from your face and devour you whole.
they had almost taken you then.
almost.
perhaps capitano is no different from such beasts in fighting tooth and nail for survival. there is blood beneath his nails, and withered life in the palm of his hands, ingrained in the nature of every crude being beneath this black mantle. there are thousands of deaths by his hands, blood rusting the greatsword by his side, slaughtering his way through the levels of hell itself for a piece of you.
as swathed in the crown of both the mundane and divine, your existence is effervescent, angelic almost, against his bloodstained belief. you have not yet been defiled, met with the horrors of this world, in those who would sully and clip the wings of an innocent dove.
âyou are not hurt, are you?â he murmurs, his gloved hand lifting your chin, brushing back your hair.
you blink, shaking your head. heâs careful, allowing only the lightest of touches upon your skin, with these same hands that are capable of devastation. you are but vulnerable in comparison, easily breakable beneath him â and truly, what would it take? a mere word? or just his bare hands?
he could be the one to do it â you, this divine creature who has placed all belief in him in holding any inclination to that of honour, made to realise a world where all pretence of virtue and heavenly gifts of goodness have all but dissipated in the streams of blood that drench the earth.
but he is not so cruel to do so, to tarnish this beauty he holds at his fingertips.
he wonders, would you crack? your skin is like porcelain beneath his callused digits, easily smudged with blood and made to crumble, the glittering rhinestones of your eyes losing its lustre until you are no more than an empty carcass for the crows, no different from every other broken soul that has lost its way. for even the most beautiful flowers, once wilted, will never be the same.
he does not intend to let that happen. you are his to treasure, the singular being in this world that has not been tainted by sin. they are his reprisals to bear in your name among this circle of death â you draped in white, eyes closed to a world which has drowned in blood, where lives are cut from undead bodies until he stands as the sole victor amid this circle.
âshall we go then?â he extends a hand towards your ethereal figure, stepping out from the carnage and into the light.
you oblige, eyes fluttering shut, allowing him to scoop you up from the ground, carrying you in his arms as he walks through the path he has carved.
it is no pretty victory, but alas, nothing fought in this world is ever clean. there is filth upon his blade from hacking and slashing â none of these deaths are clean, he silently observes from the disfigured bodies as he walks past.
getting hit with a body swap quirk and waking up in katsukiâs body and him in yours and after the initial shock and confusion, all you can think about is how youâre gonna fuck him.
âiâm gonna make you cum so much.â
katsuki doesnât know if itâs a threat or a promise as you eagerly take his (your) hand to pull him down the hall into your shared bedroom.
there nothing else you can do but wait so why not fuck each other stupid especially with the fact katsuki (in your body) now has the ability to come multiple times and wanna break his record of how many times heâs had you seeing stars. you know what your body likes, know where to touch and how to flick your tongue just right and sure, it might be weird to eat yourself out in your boyfriends body but when youâve got him above you, gripping your (his) hair and whining the way he usually does but hearing your voice (lowkey crazy and kinda freaky) but you make him finish over and over again, until he is begging you to stop.
âsweetheart, fuck, i canât-â itâs weird to hear the pet name in your voice. âplease baby, ngh, gimmie a second.â
heâs crying, cheeks flushed and wet, lips parted as he huffs and for a second you think about how hot you look at how if thatâs what he sees every time you guys fuck, well damn, heâs lucky. but you donât let up because he never does and so youâre diving back in, a mess of teeth and tongue, fingers dipping inside yourself with such fervour you have his back arching off the bed, hands gripping the sheets as cries rip from his (your) throat. the neighbours are gonna complain, and youâre gonna have to deal with it cause itâs your voice hitting decibels unknown to man but fuck, knowing katsukiâs feeling every single thing youâre doing, having the pleasure of cumming over and over again, hell youâll take a thousand complaints and awkward elevator encounters.
âbaby, sweetheart. please.â katsuki grips your hair, yanking up to pull you from his (your) cunt. âprincess, iâm gonna pass out youâve gotta give me a second. holy shit.â
you sit back on your haunches and wipe your mouth and chin with the back of your hand.
katsuki huffs below you. chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he desperately tries to get his heart rate down.
âthis how you feel whenever i donât let up?â his voice is hoarse, as he drags small hands down his (your) face.
âmmhmm.â
âfuck, im sorry sweetheart. didnt think it felt this weird.â eyes lock with yours, and for a second you swear itâs actually katsukiâs eyes looking at you from within your face. âdonât get me wrong it felt great but its weird. feels heavy.â
you nod, knowing all to well the feeling he describes. large hands that donât belong to you reach out to stroke his face, calloused fingers gliding down over the swell of breasts and fat of your tummy, touching all the places you love.
âiâm gonna suck you off though.â he announces, hands grabbing your wrists. âwant you to know how it feels to have your perfect mouth wrapped around my cock.â
heat blooms in your stomach and you feel the rush of blood move south. god it felt strange.
âwant you to feel what itâs like when you let me fuck your throat, when you hum around me. fuck, iâm gonna make you cum.â
a/n: anyone got a gender swap fic i can read? i wanna get freakydeaky
â HIS CINDERELLA CAUSE I MAKE IT FIT ! â
             ⤡ Enjin x Fallen Spherite!Reader
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đđ§: major special shoutouts to @honeybunnnnie my trash daddy partner in crime, who beta'd for me and gave me lots of good lil' gems I incorporated here. we share one horny brain cell when it comes to this man and the amount of headcanons we have made based on this that I didn't even include is INSANE lmfao.
You arenât Enjinâs type.Â
That much is certain the moment he stumbles upon you after being called to check out a disturbance in No Manâs Land. Scanning the terrain of garbage, Enjin wonders if heâs hallucinating.
Still high from the night beforeâor maybe thereâs a leak in his full face?
Either way he had to be tripping absolute balls right now because what the hell else could explain the giant kaiju-like plushie with bunny ears, wide beady eyes, and jagged teeth ripping apart trash beasts in the distance like they were wet paper towels?
But blazed or not, Enjin still has a job to do. Umbreaker sweeps him across the trash dunes in a speedy blur, but by the time he arrives he is already too late and the show is over.Â
All thatâs left is you: a young woman passed out in a pile of demolished trash beast remains and other junk. The giant kaiju-like plushieânow inanimate and no bigger than a handâlay beside you tethered to your person by a keyring.Â
Happening upon another giver in No Manâs Land wasnât out of the ordinary, sure, but if Enjin thought he was high from seeing your jinki in action he had to be damn near in the clouds once he recognized your clothes. Â
Similar to when Enjin discovered Rudo, he could immediately tell by your dress you are a Spherite. But unlike the threadbare attire of the scrappy tribesmen teen, yours practically screams wealth. They are the finest clothes Enjin has ever laid eyes on. Appearing as if they are woven from gold itself, despite the fresh layer of grime that settled on them.
You arenât just any olâ Spheriteâyouâre a Spherite noblewoman.
Keh, interesting.Â
With a shake of his head Enjin scoops you up, heading back to HQ. They arenât gonna believe thisâŚ
Enjin digs out a backup mask from his satchelâclearly not made for your face, because it slides right off. With an annoyed sigh, he holds it in place himself. Guess thatâs his job now⌠at least until you wake up.
Although Enjin soon discovers a pattern of how unnecessarily difficult Spherites can be upon arriving to the Abyssâas the first thing you do upon waking in Enjinâs arms is to slap the everloving dogshit out of him.Â
Fuck, you have a mean right hand.Â
Enjin tongues a tooth to make sure itâs still there.Â
âLet me go this instant, you filthy kidnapping degenerate! I demand you to take me home!â You cry out.Â
Tears fog up the mask on your face as you clearly mistook Enjin for some kind of criminal with his âfull faceâ on. Enjin sighs, tightening his grip on you and taking the not-so-painless beating youâre dishing out until you reach the nearest city.Â
The very second you both are in a habitable area for breathing, Enjin unceremoniously dumps you to the ground. He catches the mask, yet he leaves you to fall straight on your ass. The fall shocks you but Enjinâs sure whatâs really got you stunned is the strange bustling city surrounding you.
Removing his fullface, Enjin crouches down to eye-level with you. Overwhelmed and overstimulated by the foreign place, your eyes dart around helplessly. Youâre frantic, looking everywhere for some sort of bearing of where you are and avoiding the man in front of you.
Yet Enjin just waits, clicking his tongue and rocking back on his heels, for you to quiet your hysterics enough for him to get a word in.
When your eyes, still wide with panic, finally meet, he has the nerve to raise a browâlike youâre the one being dramatic and not the guy who literally kidnapped you.
âSo, as you may have noticed by nowâŚthis ainât the Sphere,â Enjin says, balancing a cigarette between his lips.Â
You look at him skepticallyâhe says it like itâs nothing, while your world is actively falling apart. What is he even talking about?!
âI know this ainât the welcome wagon you posh Spherites are used to butâŚâ
Enjin pauses, exhaling smoke to the sky. Your gaze follows up, widening once you see the oddly shaped dome covering the city, a strange yellow fog in the atmosphere.
â....welcome to the Abyss, Girlie. Nameâs Enjin.âÂ
Blankly staring at Enjin, you say nothing. The both of you in a mini stare down. Although youâre the first to give by suddenly bursting into sobs.
Rolling his eyes, a thought briefly flashes in Enjin's head that he should have just left you for the raiders. Hell, he could still leave you nowâyouâre calling way too much attention to yourself.
However, Enjin also figures that with you all but swimming in luxury on the Sphere, you probably thought of the Pitâyour so-called Hell, or its inhabitants as mere fairytale.
Enjinâs inkling is confirmed when you calm down enough to piece together that your now ex-husband had hired a bunch of shady tribesmen to kidnap and dispose of youâall to collect your inheritance.Â
Yeah, not your fault. Enjin thinks and cuts you a break.Â
For your own sake, Enjin somehow convinces you to come back to Cleaner HQ with him. He canât return you to the Sphere himselfâbut he knows another Spherite whoâs trying to make their way back. That small glimmer of hope is enough to lift your spirits, just barely. This time, you follow him willinglyâthough you still cry the entire way to HQ.
Shame how prone to hysterics you are, otherwise Enjin actually thinks youâre pretty hot. Noting how the expensive silk of your dress clings so damn well to your every curve. Heâd sell your clothes while you were near the shopping districtâbut unlike Rudo, he doubts he could talk you out of them.Â
At leastânot yet.
But that thought is drastically short lived as Enjin spends more time in your presence. Sure, you could have gotten along. You couldâve even been Enjinâs type. Yet thereâs one glaring problem:Â
Youâre an annoying, needy-ass brat. Â
Besides looks, you tick off nearly every one of his dealbreakers. Youâre ditzy, dependent and whiny. Basically Enjinâs nightmare.
Plus your snobby little ass never once thanked nor apologized to him over the following weeks.
Not after he saved you.
Not after he brought you back to HQ where you were welcomed with skeptical, yet open armsâas a new, very reluctant (you had no other options really) recruit in-training.
And you certainly never thanked Enjin, even after all his shit luck, when he was assigned to be your teacher and look after your haughty ass. You have the most indignant pout on your face when Corvus announces that since Enjin found you, you're Enjinâs problem.
âYou have to be kidding me? Iâm stuck with Trashy Poppins here!?â
âYo, Trashyâwhat!?â The reference doesnât land with Enjin but he knows it isnât good.
Semiu nods curtly in agreement of the pairing, amused that Enjin finally has someone to keep him on his toes as she ushers you off to get settled in.
The fuck?!Â
Lamenting being stuck is supposed to be Enjinâs line. Enjin had figured the logical move was to pair you with Zankaâthe closest thing to nobility among the Cleanersâand let you bond with Rudo, a fellow Spherite, even if he was a tribesman.
But it doesnât take long to realize neither boy can handle a grown ass woman like you. One flutter of your lashes and theyâre useless sapsâlike the big sister he never had, you could soothe Rudoâs worst moods with a mere head pat.Â
While Zanka, older and appreciating your more ârobustâ qualities, trips over his own tongue trying to talk to you.
Both ready to do anything just to earn a few sweet coosâunless someone steps in.
It had to be Enjin. He was the only one who could âresistâ your charms.
Still, Enjinâs got his work cut out for him when it comes to youâespecially training you for combat and figuring out how the hell youâre supposed to use that so-ugly-itâs-almost-cute vital instrument.
He tries not to judge. Really, he does. Jinki are personalâhe knows that better than anyone. But stillâŚthe fact that you even have one? Thatâs wild.
A Spherite? A noble Spherite, no lessâthe same pompous assholes who treat the Abyss like a dumping groundâactually caring enough about something to pump it full of anima?
Yeah, thatâs impressive, heâll give you that. What wasnât though was the name you gave the lil thing: Bubu.
Tsk. Wack as hell. Vital instruments deserve names with some bite. Something likeâUmbreaker.
Still, credit where itâs dueâyouâre picking things up faster than expected.Â
However, that doesnât spare him from your nonstop bitching, though. The complaints come daily: the strange smells your hair absorbs, the absence of your sacred skincare routines, not being able to take a 30 minute shower, and how everything down here always tastes just a little off.
But the most absurd? The cherry blossoms.
You complain the most about not being able to frolic in your lush, petal-covered garden full of rows of cherry blossoms. Enjinâs never even seen a damn tree like that, let alone the acres of grass and flowers you describe like some bedtime fairytale. You haughtily anoint yourself as a floral herbalist, an expert when it comes to your pretty little flowers.
Itâs shit like that on top of everything else that irks Enjin when it comes to you.
And yet?
Enjin thinks the most irritating thing about you is the fact that he canât seem to stay away from you.Â
Sure, youâre annoying as fuckâbut in spite of his own objections, Enjin keeps finding ways to keep your time occupied. He makes up excuses to train you longer and drags you along on missions that are solely meant for him.Â
Moreover, since you can never keep that pretty little mouth shut, anyone you meet clocks you as a Spherite within secondsâwhich means you need Enjinâs constant protection, whether you like it or not.
Enjin ends up spending less time drinking or chasing women, finding a far more amusing pastime insteadâthe way your face twists in indignation every time the Ground doesnât live up to your so-called ânoble standards.âÂ
He gets a kick out of it, really. Agitating you on purpose, just to watch you squirm.
âGoddamnit, Enjin! Watch it!âÂ
Youâd shriek every time your short skirt went flying from a sudden gust of wind heâd whip up with Umbreaker. Enjin saves that lil trick for No Manâs Land when the othersâ backs are turned.
âThatâs Enjin-sensei to you, Princess.âÂ
âChokeâslowly, Trashy Poppins.â
Youâd lunge for his mask like you actually meant to rip it off, but at 6 '3, Enjinâs tall enough that you never have a chance at reaching it. Itâs all worth it tooâEnjinâs already got every pastel scrap of lace you own burned into memory, each one tucked away like a reward for getting under your skin.
Itâs a little sadistic, sureâthe way he taunts you nonstop, delighting in soiling that polished image of yours to grind you into the dirt of the ground right along with him.Â
Thereâs a fire in your eyes every time Enjin dubs you as âYour Royal Trash Princessââor just âTPâ if heâs feeling lazy. You never fail to rise to his bait, eager to prove yourselfâand prove him wrong.
Enjin feels heâs owed a bit of amusement for all his troubles.
Doesnât mean anything.
Yet the more Enjin pushes, the harder it is to ignore that your bratty spark isnât just an attitude problem. Itâs energy. Real, raw passion. The kind that could actually cultivate anima. He sees it best when youâre snapping at him, flushed and defiant, too stubborn to back down.
Itâs trouble to be sure, but fuck if Enjin doesnât love coaxing it out of you.
All it took this time to get you going was him doubting your so-called knowledge of plants and remediesâ âwhat kinda âfloral herbalistâ hasnât toked one?â Â
So now here you are, in the HQ lounge, about to smoke your first joint as a âpre-gameâ to the happy hour Corvus organized for all the Cleaners.
You and Enjin sit shoulder to shoulder on a worn, black quilted-leather sofa thatâs seen better days. The cushions creak as you nervously smooth your skirt and settle in, unhooking your jinkiâBubuâfrom your belt to set her gently on the table.
Enjin rolls a few joints with unhurried precisionâlike heâs got all the time in the world, and watching you squirm is part of the ritual.
âBet ya didnât have anything like this in your lilâ garden, eh TP?â Enjin quips, breaking the silence.
Nose already upturned, your face scrunches as Enjin tosses an extra bud from his stash into your open palms. You hated the nickname âTPâ most of all, too easily mistaken for âtoilet paperâ and Enjin knows that.
You shoot Enjin a dirty look before letting your focus drift back to the brittle sprig in your handsâthe first real plant youâve touched since becoming a Ground-dweller.
You think you actually recognize it.Â
Back on the Sphere, your family was among the wealthiest, and your garden was massive. You took pride in your green thumbâlike Delmon, whose garden youâve been meaning to ask about. You want to help, if only to see what kind of plants can survive in conditions this toxic. But Enjin never gives you the spaceâalways hovering, always cutting in before you can finish a full conversation.
You brush off those thoughts but your frown stays as your fingers trace the budâs dry veins. Even for a dehydrated sample, it feels wrongâbrittle in a way that hints of sickness.Â
âHmm. We had something like thisâI think. But itâs just another weed.â You say shrugging.
âHeh,â Enjin smirks at your cluelessness, âWould you believe me if I told you âweedâ is exactly what we call it, Princess?â
You roll your eyes at the inordinately simple name. It probably has a proper scientific designationâbut expecting Enjin to know it? Please.
âWe always uprooted themâweeds are unsightly in gardens, you know. A weed, let alone one sick as this, would definitely be pruned right away so as to not syphon nutrients from the other plant life.â
âHAH?!â Â
Mid-seal on his joint, Enjin stops cold, staring at you like you just dared to commit some sort of sacrilege before exhaling a theatrical sigh, shaking his head in pure betrayal.
He canât believe Spherities are probably pissing away the dankest shit ever cultivated. The thought was maddening.
When Enjinâs eyes do meet yours again, there's no amusement as he takes a rather chastising tone with you.
âPrincess, for your own good, never repeat that in front of anyone down hereâŚI mean it.â
You huff, but Enjin doesnât blinkâjust starts sealing the joint again, eyes never leaving you as his tongue drags slowly across the edge of the paper.
You squirm, and thatâs all the reward he needs.Â
âSee somethinâ you like?â Enjin drawls, holding the finished joint out toward you like itâs a giftâand not a trap with your name written all over it.
Turning on teacher mode, Enjin decides to school you.
âI know we mostly have âreggieâ down here, but still, itâs worth its weight in gold for its purposes. Not just for fun ya knowâchronic pain, nausea, anxietyâgives a bit of relief from the ailments of Abyss-living you Spherites have so graciously bestowed on us.â
From his pocket, Enjin produces a lighter, shoulders curling as he bows into the flame to set it alight.
Your eyes flick over the sinewy stretch of Enjin arms, the way his jacket strains across his shouldersâreminding you just how solid Enjin really is beneath all that shapeless fabric. Built like a weapon, hiding in plain sight.
You watch as his ringed fingers lift the joint to his lips. Drawing in a slow, steady breath, Enjin sinks back into the sofa like gravityâs got a tighter hold on him than usual. Smoke pools in his chest before slipping out in a long, deliberate exhale.
His gaze follows it, distantâlike heâs chewing on thoughts far heavier than anything you said⌠but somehow still set off by it.
âThatâs the problem with you SpheritesâŚ.you donât see things the way they areâyou see things the way you are.âÂ
Enjin chuffs at his own words, closing his eyes to let his high settle. Not even completely stoned yet and heâs already spouting off pseudo philosophical one-liners.
âEverything else is collateral, amirite?â
Ouch.
Toeing at the floor, you sulk in silence. Wounded from the verbal licks Enjin just dealt you. Mulling over his words in silence though, you know it isnât that simple. Horticulture can be complicated even in the most ideal conditions. Just because a plant is viable doesnât mean it belongs in every gardenâsome plants are just incompatible.
HoweverâŚ
You sit silently, your teeth worrying your bottom lip as you study the brittle bud in your palm.
âŚthat doesnât make it worthless.
Instead of exploring any potential use, you tossed the so-called "weed" outâjust like everything else the Sphere deemed useless. Not even considering how valuable it could be. You can see why Enjin wouldn't want you repeating that mistake. Enough people already looked at you with disdain as it is.Â
Sure thereâs a lot of things you miss about it, mostly superficial things that had to do with vanity, but overall life up there was super sterile and dull. Youâd never say it out loud but you are glad you fell, it was hard on the ground but it was liberating.
Sighing, you quietly concede. You hate anytime Enjin actually has a point though. Itâs the worst thing imaginableâfor your pride and for his already unbearable ego.
Cracking an eye open, Enjin curses under his breath. Switching tactics, he decides to replace the long look on his Trash Princessâs face. Annoyance would do just fine. Besides, there was no need for you to pout over it, you actually had a shot at redemption here⌠heh, the kind that might just work out in his favor, too.
âYâknowwwww, weâre always learninâ better ways to grow things down here, faster too...â
Enjin moves so quietly, you donât realize how close he is until you turnâand heâs right in your face, barely a breath away. Swiping his ringed thumb across your cheek, Enjinâs touch is surprisingly tender. However his expression is entirely obnoxious, full of amusement from how fast your pouty little face flusters.
â...could be a nice little hobby that would do alotta goodâŚand if anyone could figure out how to grow this shit properly down hereââ
Enjin plucks at the heat of your warm cheeks, pinching just enough to tease and drag the moment into something more lighthearted.
ââI do believe it could be youâTrash Princess.â
Your eyes catch something deeper than just teasing in his golden gazeâbut before you can dwell on it, instinct kicks in. You jerk back, swatting his hand away, shoving whatever that was out of your mind.
Enjin just laughs, unbothered, as you glare at him.
âAnd why canât you get Delmon to do it?â you counter, arms folding across your chest. By now, youâve learned Enjin usually has an angle for everything.
Right on the mark, for a beat, Enjin actually pauses. He hadnât expected you to bring up the obviousâDelmon, the gentle giant practically martyred to the idea of saving whatâs left of the Abyss. But Enjinâs roguish grin slips back into place, spreading wider as he leans in, unapologetically invading your space.
âWhy? Well...âcause I asked you, Princess. The olâlug has enough on his plate as it is. You can handle it alone, canât ya?â
Truthfully, even knowing your interest in Delmon never strays beyond roots and soil, it still irks every time Enjin catches sight of you with him. You look every bit the nobleâgraceful, composed, eyes soft and curious as you gaze up at Delmon, eager to learn. It grates on Enjin more than heâd admit, knowing heâs never once gotten that look, despite monopolizing most of your time.
âYa knowâunless, your skillset just ainât up tâpar?â Enjin finishes with a shrug.
Wholly unconvinced, you see this for the bait it is from a mile away. Nevertheless, you canât deny that you are eager to get even the tiniest bit of normalcy back in your life from your old hobbies. Planting something, anything, would be niceâeven if it ends up being contraband for Enjin. Although you still arenât quite sure why you canât consult Delmon.Â
âUgh! Fine!â
You fall back onto the sofa and Enjin follows, his arm settling behind you, practically draped around your shoulders. You donât even flinch. He takes another slow hit, smoke curling toward the ceiling, but this time thereâs a wicked glint in his eye as he watches you. Deciding heâs babysat the joint long enough, he leans in with a lazy smirk and holds it out to you.
âEnjinâyour eyes!â You blurt out, disregarding his invitation. âIs that just from smoking!? I canât go to happy hour looking like some kinda zombie!â
Enjin sputters mid-laugh, coughing as wisps of smoke leak from the corners of his smart ass grin.
âEh, well duh. Why else would they get so red when I smoke?â
Enjin coughs out a few more chuckles. You roll your eyes.
âI donât know, Trashy PoppinsâŚI didn't make the connection since the air quality down here is 80% pollution! You could have anything.â
While Enjin is amused by your sass, the joint continues to burn down. Each second unsmoked is wasting precious bud. Leaning in, his voice drops to a low purrâthe kind that makes your stomach flip.
Heh, time to pull out the big guns.
âAht-aht-aht, câmon now, Princess, you know the golden ruleâŚâ
You sigh, thinking you need that happy hour drink more than ever right now.
âYouâre not serious.â
But you know he is, and of course you remember the silly motto Enjin makes an unspoken rule for his team. Although he mostly just uses it to get you to do something youâll usually regret later. You sigh, knowing youâll never make it to happy hour until you appease the big man-child in front of you.
Enjinâs golden eyes shine with even more mischief than before and together like some damn mantra, you both repeat:
â...itâs not peer pressureâitâs just your turn.â
Resigned, you click your tongue, swiping at the joint in his hands. But Enjin is much faster as he pulls back with infuriating speed. You glower at him, snark locked and loaded.
âNah, actually Iâll help you out since itâs your first time, Princess.â
Innuendo coils around his words, heat radiating off him as you tense under his gaze. You donât want to argue with him though, the sooner you smoked, the sooner you both could be at happy hour.
âOpen.âÂ
Enjinâs fingers graze the corner of your mouth as he holds the joint to your peach-glossed lips, eyes darkening when you part them obediently for him.
âNow breathe it in, nice and slowâŚdeeper. Yeah, thatâs itâhold it. Donât let go until I sayâgood girl.â
You want to scoff at him, but you canâtânot with tears stinging your eyes and smoke burning its way down your lungs. By the time Enjin gives you the nod to exhale, youâre already choking, coughing it all back up in ragged plumes.
Yeah, this was nowhere in hell as easy as Enjin made it look.
The buzz rises in your head almost instantly, an airy haze creeping into your consciousness.
âSee? Not a terrible cherry pop, eh?â
The glare you throw at Enjin is more of a squint. Still recovering from the fire tearing down your throat, your coughs earn you a few heavy-handed smacks on the back from Enjin. If itâs out of comfort or mockery, you can't tell.Â
Everything in the room is spinning and becoming more distant, like a daydream.
âEasy there, breatheâitâll hit easier when ya figure out how to grow it right, Princess. The dank shit wonât burn this hard.â
You want to bite back that even if you do figure out how to grow the damn âweedâ plant, youâd never touch it again. But the sudden heaviness seeping into your limbs drags you down, tilting your head on the axis of equilibrium.
âI think, noâI know, I need to lay down.â
Not waiting for permission, you flop down onto the worn cushions beneath you, curling up awkwardly with your head leaning against the armrest and your legs dangling off the seat at an angle.Â
Enjin doesnât miss a beat thoughâhe scoops your legs into his lap, tugging off your boots so you can be comfortable.
Leaning back, perfectly at ease, Enjin holds the joint in one hand while the other rests on your stocking-covered shin, giving it a casual, reassuring pat. The way your arm drapes over your face tells him everythingâyeah, youâve got the spins.
âKeh, youâll make it, Princess. Just let it all ride out.â
Youâd make it alright, but not to happy hour anytime soon. Enjin supposes he mightâve let you take a bigger hit than you were ready for.Â
Whoops.
Silence stretches in the aftermath but itâs not uncomfortable. Enjin takes a few more lazy tokes, one golden eye cracked open just enough to watch you, taking stock of your state.Â
Itâs in moments like thisârare ones, when youâre quietâthat he remembers just how fucking smoking hot you are.
Especially in that Cleaner uniform. Man, God bless August.
The eccentric tailor took special care in designing it thanks to a sudden burst of inspirationâAugust even convinced Enjin to allow him to keep some of the trim from your Spherite clothes that he repurposes. The outcome of your uniform is shinier, more fitted and much sluttier than standard issue.Â
You took to it immediately, without much fuss and actually complimenting August. That was Augustâs gift thoughâwhipping up pieces to suit even the finickiest of tastesâand Enjin had to admit, the man did his big one.Â
But the real surprise wasnât the craftsmanship. It was youâhis oh-so-prim little Trash Princessâstrutting around in something so damn naughty. Dressed up like a treat that Enjin canât help but eat up with his eyes.
And whaddya know? Enjin has the munchies bad right now.
Left to his own devices, Enjin takes his time devouring the sight in front of him. His gaze lingers down the length of your legs sprawled across his lap, to the soft, exposed flesh of your thighsâspilling over the edge of your stockings just enough to make his jaw clench.
Fuck, they look so soft. He can't help but wonder how they'd feel locked around his head as his eyes climb to the next indulgenceâyour crop top. Rucked up to your ribs, the thin white cotton hugs just beneath your tits. Shit, the way your cute little nips poke through the fabric makes his mouth twitch with the urge to say âhiâ right backâwith his tongue.
Is it hotter in here, orâ?
Leering at you for too long is a surefire way for Enjin to pop a boner. Enjin knows heâs not alone in that either. That uniform of yours turns heads in every city you pass through. Consequently, Enjin has split more skulls because of idiots trying to hit on you or cop a feel than he ever has for anyone trying to snatch a Spherite.
Not that heâs jealous or nothing.
Nah. Just doing his job. Watching out for you. Plenty of unscrupulous assholes out there willing to pounce on a clueless little thing like you.
However, right now, Enjinâs just as unscrupulousââwatching outâ only for a flash of your panties as each restless wiggle sinks you deeper into the lumpy cushions, bunching your skirt higher and teasing him with a glimpse of skimpy lace.
Man, just a little more and heâd know exactly which pair you picked today.
Sobering up a bit more, you sigh at your inability to get comfortable when you could feel the very springs in the sofa. Stretching, you straighten your leg suddenly andâ
âYo! Watch the feets, girl!â Â
Though thereâs amusement in his voice as he jolts upright, tatted hands grabbing your ankle before youâre able to land another blow.
âAh, sorryââ You mutter sheepishly, reeling back your foot. âI didnât mean to kick Umbreaker.â
For what itâs worth, the apology comes quicklyâyouâve learned better than to mess with a manâs jinki, especially Enjinâs. You've nearly tripped more times than you can count over that bulky extension of himself that he always keeps within reach.
You know itâs serious too when he doesnât even bother with the stupid nicknames he usually calls you. Nevertheless, youâre left puzzled when Enjinâs laughter comes out loud and sharp.Â
â...that wasnât Umbreaker, Princess.â
Huh? What does he mean that isnâtâÂ
You freeze.Â
Carefully peeking out from under your arm, your reddened eyes squint down the length of your body and onto his. When the realization does set in of what exactly you kicked, it smacks you harder than any hit of ganja ever could.
âOâŚohâŚâOH MY GAWD!â
Immediately springing upright, your vertigo swirls with how fast youâre scrambling to your knees as you gawk.
Time passes for what seems like a solid minute or two and neither of you speak.Â
Youâre staring at the crotch of Enjinâs baggy pants and Enjin is staring at you.
âHeh.â
The devious look on Enjinâs face right now could shame the devil himself. Yet youâre still in utter disbelief.
Thereâs no way thatâs his dick!
Still, your brain wonât stop running the numbersâhigh girl math with clumsy calculations drawn from the fleeting brush of your toes against the long, thick mass hidden beneath the fabric of his baggy pants. Enjinâs words ring in your mind like a gongââthat wasnât UmbreakerâŚâ
âYouâre burninâ a hole through my dick, Princessââ
Enjinâs voice unfurls seductively, like the smoke curling from his lips.
ââkeep starinâ like that and Iâm gonna think you wanna see it.â
Your eyes meet his dead-on.Â
âI do.â
âYeah, Iâm sure yoâwait, come again?!â
Enjinâs grip goes slack, the joint slipping from his fingers. He was halfway to some sassy quip, ready to taunt your denialâbut your delivery is so honest, with no teasing or angle to play off, he doesnât know what to do with it.
The embers hiss against his thigh before he even registers he dropped it.
âTch.â Cursing under his breath, he flicks it asideâitâs all roach anywayâand tries to pull himself back together.
Youâre fucking with him. Yeah. Thatâs it.Â
Smug again, Enjin leans into the bit you started.
âHa haâŚright. I know my stuck up lilâ Trash Princess isnât asking to give me a dick inspectionâŚâ
Enjin adjusts his pants in a casual sweep that doesnât fool either of you. Heâs not brushing off the remaining flakes of ashâheâs palming his restless cock that jumped at the idea of you actually wanting to see it.
But both you and Enjin would quickly discover, despite your snobby Spherite upbringing, you lose any type of filter and sense of couth while highâblurting out your thoughts unabashedly.Â
âI said I wanted to see it, Trashy Poppins. Or mânot gonna believe youâre actually that big.â
You fold your arms, huffing stubbornly.
There was no way an unbearably annoying man like Enjin was slanging actual horse cock!Â
He had to be the one fucking with you here.
Well, wait, noâa cocky, stupidly sexy man having a big dick actually tracks, now that you think about it.
But stillâyou need to verify. For science, if nothing else.Â
Yeah. Science.
Enjin blinks, taking stock of youâkneeling close, your tits straining like theyâre about to burst free, and your skirt rides so high on your thighs this time, he swears one more millimeter and heâd see your panties for real.Â
âCâmon nowâŚâ
Your sickly sweet coos needle at Enjinâs spine.
â...as if you arenât always upskirting me just to see my panties.â
Shit. You knew it was intentional?
âAt least you can show me your undies for a change. If youâre really that big, then Iâll be able to tell.â
The spark alight in your eyes is a challenge to Enjin, who loves pushing your limits. Now he needs to know how far youâll go. Even if heâs completely unprepared for this turn of events, heâs sure as fuck not gonna be the one backing down first.
âSâthat right, Princess? Well, I havenât even seen yours today soââ
Enjin doesnât even get the chance to finish before youâre lifting your skirt and spreading your knees wider. You stare up at the ceiling, the popcorn squares suddenly appearing super interesting to you. Enjinâs eyes however immediately zero-in on the pink lace stretched tight across your pussy.
Christ.
With a much closer view, Enjin picks up all the little details he usually missesâlike how the hem digs into your soft curves or how the material is thin enough to see the split of your chubby lil pussy lips pressed underneath.Â
Goddamn, are you intentionally buying them a size too small?Â
Or is your pussy print just that fat?
Enjin gulps, mouth dry.Â
His attention caught like a hook to your cunt, everything else is unimportantâincluding the irony of how he was just teasing you for the very same thingâitâs all utterly lost on him. His priorities shifting rapidly the longer he ogles you.
After a minute, giving him quite frankly more of his fill than he deserves, you let your skirt drop back into place. The alluring spell of your fatma breaks when your knees snap shut and Enjin is yanked back to a world that doesnât exist between the apex of your doughy thighs.Â
All of his lecherous starring is worth it thoughâif only to be able to throw his own saying back at him for once.
âNow, howâs it go again? Itâs not peer pressuââ
ââYeah, yeah, I got it, PrincessâMy turn.âÂ
Enjin relents, cutting you off with a twisted grin as he shakes his head.
âYa donât gotta break my arm to see my dick, babe. Just makinâ sure youâre sure. Donât need you runninâ off telling Semiu I flashed ya.â
Semiu is already on Enjinâs ass for teasing you as much as he does. Something about him being âtoo grownâ not to ânut upâ and âcome to terms with his realityâ, but Enjin was never listening for long, zoning out as soon as a new lecture was underway.Â
However, if your prissy ass really wants to see his dick that bad, of course heâd oblige. Hell, Enjin would get another kick outta watching your horror when you realize for real just how much heâs packing. It had been a minute since he'd seen that look on a woman.
For being as hot and charming as he is, Enjin didnât get nearly as much play as he shouldâve. He isnât a virgin by any means, but too many women take one glance at his size and back off expeditiously. Â
Life on the ground meant hustling to survive for most. Nobody could afford to be laid up for days just because Enjinâs wrecking ball of a cock tore through their walls, rendering them unable to walkâlet alone go to work.
Yet with a clink, that all changes as the leather strap of his belt and gear slides free. Enjin lifts his hips enough to shove his pants down past his thighs and there it isâshort red boxer briefs with a black waistband, the fabric stretched thin over the obscenely long, thick outline of his dick resting along his thigh.
Simply put, your jaw drops. Thereâs a static-like silence buzzing in your mind as you process the monstrous mass of phallic muscle before you.
Youâve never seen a dick that huge in your entire life.Â
Clocking your shock, Enjinâs chest puffs like heâs just been crowned a king in the room.
âRelax, PrincessâŚâ he drawls, smugness saturating every word.
âI ainât even all the way hard yet.â
Bullshit!Â
Your eyes pingpong between his face and his cock before landing on the obvious conclusionâno overthinking this time.
âWhat are you waiting for then? Get hard.â
Enjin actually chokes for real this time, still not used to how blunt his demure lilâ Trash Princess gets when sheâs high. He manages to laugh regardless once he finds his breath as he sure as hell doesnât hate this new side of you.
âHah?! It doesnât work like that ya knowâŚâ
Enjin lies right through his fucking teeth.Â
Just hearing that vulgar command from your prissy lilâ lips has his blood surging south, his cock swelling at rapid speed. Already on go, his dickprint thickens, straining against the fabric until threads stretch thin to form almost obscenely over him like second skin.
Yet unlike his past hookups you donât flinch at the sight of him getting even bigger.Â
Thereâs more than enough incredulousness on your face for sure, but Enjin half expected you to backpedal for the sake of your pussyâs self-preservation and book it out the door. Instead, the look youâre giving his dick is more akin to awe than fear.
Truly, thoughâyou are in awe.
Men werenât like this on the Sphere. Well, your husband certainly wasnât.
Older than you by over a decade, your husbandâs stamina was so poor he never lasted long. His size, his endurance, and his dismissive comments about your sexual appetite being perversely unbecoming for a lady of your station had you wondering if something was wrong with you this entire timeâif you expected too much from sex.
But when your eyes drift back to Enjinâcatching the thick vein running along his length, visible even through the fabricâyou know better now.Â
It was never you.
The realization brings a surge of boldness. Your gaze trails the pulse of his cock down to the wet patch blooming at the tipâso much pre spilling it seeps through the fabric.Â
Enjin inhales sharply through his nose. He knows heâs proven his size, but your silence and the way youâre eyeing his cock like some kind of museum exhibit is starting to get to him.Â
Enjin doesnât want to back down as he impatiently waits for your final verdict of approval. But if you keep staring at him like that, with those big pretty eyes of yours, heâs going to come in his pants, untouched, like some fucking cuck.
âWell, Princess? Big enough for ya?â
You donât even hear Enjin, too lost in your own thoughts. Your body, buzzed and reckless, has a mind of its own though. Reaching out, your hand leaves your lap to trace the thick ridges of his cock, mapping its shape through his briefs.Â
âOh, shiiiiââ Enjin hisses.Â
His lip catches between his teeth as all thoughts vanish the moment your delicate little fingers start stroking him.
âArghâfuck. Canât jusâ go grabbing a manâs dick like that ya know.â
Yet Enjin does nothing to stop you as your touch grows bolder. Your palm flattens around his girthâtoo thick for even your whole hand to wrap around, even through his boxers.
How would someone even get something that monstrous inside them!?
Encircling his leaky cockhead, you giggle as your index finger slowly tap-tap-taps the mess heâs made there, amused at how many of the small, sticky suds you can gather on your finger through the material.
Enjinâs own laugh is strangled. This canât be real.
Youâre unfazed by Enjinâs provocations â too mesmerized by the obscenely large cock in front of you that has you squirming uncomfortably as your own panties turn swampy with heat.Â
âMay I?â
Meeting Enjinâs gaze, your polite innocence is accented by a wide-eyed pout thatâs far too sweet for the filthy implications of your request. Like youâre nicely asking permission to play with your favorite toyâexcept you donât even wait for him to give it,fingers impatiently snapping the edges of his waistband like some cockhungry slut.Â
âUhâŚâ Enjin blanks while his dick is practically screaming at him to respondâeven a damned head nod would suffice. Yet his brain blue-screens as it registers that lookâthe normally innocent, curiosity filled look that he's been craving since he found you in No Man's Landânow twisted into something debased and filthy. And best of all?
Meant just for him.
Enjinâs so fucking hard right now itâs painfulâand hell, if youâre planning to do something about that, heâs not about to stop you.
âKeh. Do you, boo.â
Enjin manspreads, giving you full access. You eagerly pull down his shorts just enough to release his cock, and it springs free, thick and heavy.Â
Good God, heâs a big boy!Â
Although you knew that, seeing the monster in all of its unleashed glory was an entirely different experience. Enjinâs dick bobs back to curve towards his abs, a shiny pubic piercing shining at his base under its shadow.
Panting, your previously dormant inner size queen activates. You have to swallow down the bucket of saliva collecting on your tongue before you chokeâyou canât help but salivate at the thought of what a huge cock like this tastes like⌠what it feels like.Â
Youâre pretty sure it could break you in two, and surprisingly, the thought excites you.
Lowering yourself on all fours, the first tentative lick you give Enjinâs length has his toes curling as he grips the sofa, ripping a chunk clean off the decaying material.Â
You moan out a depraved 'ahhh' once you reach the top, a little smile playing on your lips as you tongue down the hole at his tip. Greedily, you lap up all the little dribbles of pre beading at the tip and flowing out.
âW-Woaaahâugh. FUCK!â
Enjinâs hand flies into your hair as he clears his throat. Sure, your mouthwatering stares made a blowie likely, but diving in this shamelessly? Itâs enough to make him feel like heâs losing his damn mind.
You grip his baseâan insurance policy to keep him from cummingâwhile your other hand cups his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. His thigh jolts beneath you and you simper at how sensitive he is despite his massive size.
âT-Thereâs no way in hell they taught your prissy ass how to be this much of a slut up there.â
Pouting, you release his balls to cradle his cockhead against your puffed up cheek, uncaring of the amount of pre seeping across your jaw.Â
âD-DoâŚdo you hate it? My husâum, ex said it was a turn off. H-he'd say I have 'the depravity of a slums streetwalker.â
Staring up at Enjin, your eyes are clouded with lust, yet edged with worryâlike heâd threatened to rip something precious away. But itâs only his cock youâre coddling tighter against your cheek, your lips parting just enough to chase the beads of pre that drip close to your mouth.
If you werenât gripping Enjinâs base so hard he definitely would have blown a load all over your face. Fuck, if the thought isnât tempting to him though â he doesnât think youâd even mind in this state. Â
Goddamn, youâre so much sluttier than Enjin could have ever imagined.Â
And heâd imagined it plenty.Â
Especially on nights Enjin stumbled back to HQ drunk and alone, having closed down the bar with Corvus and Gris. Left to sate his own booze-fueled boner, heâd shamelessly rut into his pillow. Yet, no matter where his perversions strayed, every faceless fantasy in the dark insisted on transmuting into you.Â
You seriously think he couldnât match your freak?Â
Oh, sweetheart, you have no fucking idea.
âHate it?âÂ
Enjin holds back the growl building at the back of his throat. Thereâs a torrent of thoughts swirling with his high all at onceâall coming to settle right back into his dick.Â
âNever. Show me who you really are, Princessânâ Iâll give it right back to ya tenfoldâthatâs a promise.â
If you werenât already trembling with arousalâfinally free to let your freak flag flyâyou mightâve shied away. Enjinâs easy acceptance of you stirs something deeper, something messy that you usually ignore before it can settle. Now, with his scent thick on your face and tongue, youâre not thinking at allâaching with the urge to all but inhale his cock.
You merely nod, flashing Enjin a coy smile before stretching your plush lips to wrap around him. Slowly, you swallow down his girth, mouth hot with suction so deliciously moist Enjinâs hips jerk up. You gag, but his firm grip on your roots keeps your head in place, forcing his length to breach your throat.
âThatâs it, babyâŚopen up f-fâer meâg-good fucking girl, PrincessâŚâ
Tears prick at your eyes as his cock pounds back of your throat. The stretch is brutalâbut some desperate part of you craves more of his filthy praise. What you canât take with your mouth, your hands make up forâstroking every thick inch your lips canât swallow.
âShiiiit, girl! Youâre a pro at this.â
If you ask Enjin later, heâd probably call you a throat goat, however most of your âexperienceâ came from the smutty paperbacks high-society wives hid in corsets and swapped under tea tablesânot actual practice. You donât really know what you are doing. Youâre just following the book's explicit instructions.Â
Still, Enjin doesnât seem to mind being your test dummy.Â
On the contrary, Enjin is more than happy to let you do your thing and he does just that. Although, the longer your head bobs along his cock, the more your skirt rides upâuntil it finally flips over your hips, giving him a perfect view of the cheeky lace framing your ass.
Enjin groans, gripping your ass with bruising force before sliding his fingers down to palm your pussy over your pantiesâfuck, youâre already dripping for him.
âHahâuppity cunt gets this sloppy just from a lilâ dick sucking, eh?â
Enjin laughs, yet the gravel rattling in his voice betrays him. No one has ever fearlessly tried to deepthroat him and actually fucking enjoyed it.Â
Unable to respond with your mouth, too busy still trying to do the impossible and fit more inside your throat, your hips respond insteadâwiggling desperately against his fingers, begging for more of his touch.Â
Enjin doesnât hesitate. Slipping a tatted finger into your panties, he drags it through your folds, marveling at how wet and scorching you are. Pushing into your core, your walls clamp down, fluttering around his digit.
Oh fuck, even his fingers are big!Â
A second ringed finger follows â the rough, callous fingers of a man who's seen too many fights scrape so good against all your gooey spots. Lewd squelches echo from your pussy as your throat tightens around him in tandem. The sounds, the squeeze, the heatâall of it is driving him crazy.
Shit heâs gonna cum for real this time.Â
To his credit, Enjin tries to warn youâtries to pull you off before itâs too late.Â
He doesnât wanna risk pissing you off and having you refuse to ever do this again. Enjin still wants to fool around more;, he wants to fuck you. Itâs that thoughtâyour pretty pussy lips splitting open to swallow him insteadâthat has him busting his hot seed down your throat in thick, hot pulses.
âHAHHâFUHH!â
Releasing your hair, Enjin half expects you to pull away, furious he hadnât warned you. Instead, your nails dig into his thigh, steadying yourself. You moan around him, the vibrations rippling through his sensitive cock while you work him for every last drop, his hips jerking beneath you.
Only when youâre certain youâve drained him do you pull back, swollen lips coming off his cock with a wet pop.Â
âAllll go-neee S-Sheee? HAhhhhh~âĄâ
Tits jiggling as you heave for air, you present your tongue to Enjin as proof youâve swallowed all of him. Every. Filthy. Drop.
You canât help but agreeâyour throatâs wrecked and your pussyâs aching to be used just as thoroughly. Enjinâs fingers arenât inside you any more, although they are still on your pussy, running through your folds absentmindedly. Â
âNghân-eed m-more,â you slur.
All your decorum was lost to the wind the moment you asked to see his dickâyou donât even care that itâs Enjin of all people that you just gave head to. Suddenly, the obnoxious pain in your ass seems like your only deliverance. Right now, you're more frustrated that you've spent so much time bickering with him when you could have been fucking him.
You much prefer his moans to anything else coming out of his mouth.
You need him to get hard againâimmediately!
Enjin, mind mushy with release, takes another joint out to light. As much as he wants to return the favor after that kind of sloppy top, the man needs a minute. His high has his whole body tingling from the post release sensitivity.
But you canât wait any longer. Itâs been god knows how long since youâve had a proper orgasm and those were only from your own small, fumbling fingers. Throat achy and raw, you quiver at the masochistic thought of how his cock is going to absolutely obliterate your pussy.
You slide your panties down before flinging off your jacket and top. Taking a seat on Enjin's lap, you're now clad in just your bra, your skirt that's bunched up at your hips, and thigh highs. Grabbing his cock, you give his soggy, half-hard girth a few encouraging pumps.
Your pussy is already slobbering, a viscous string of syrupy slick drips down from your slit to land on his cockhead, connecting you to him as you line him up.Â
Feeling your fingers around his length, Enjin's eyes fly open, balancing the joint between his lips as he quickly shrugs off his own jacket, checking the pockets.
âWoah, woah. Slow your roll there sweetheartâyouâre skipping a few steps.â
You arenât listening though, not giving a fuck what Enjin is talking about as you cry out, grinding your clit against his fat tip, before running it back through your folds.
Enjin grits his teeth, coughing out smoke as he holds the joint in one hand and your hips in the other. Youâre being a brat again, not listening to a single word heâs saying.Â
âGotta find my rubbersâŚalso gotta stretch you out better, Princessâyouâre gonna split in two if I donât.â
You whimper, petulant and needy. You press his cockhead against your entrance, swiveling your hips like youâre going to recklessly sink down on him at any second.
âHuh? Rubbers?â You shake your head in confusion, pouting. âmâEnnnnjiiiiinâŚI canât wait that longâpuh-leaseee donât make me wait sâlong, Enjiiiiin. I can take it, promiseee!â
The way you sweetly coo his name is shattering any sense of self-control Enjin has left. The urge to submit you to the ultimate corruption surges hot through his veins, but Enjin knows how big he is and while he did want to break you, he didnât want to hurt you in the process. You are absolutely nuts to want to ride him with so little prepânow, on top of everything else, you apparently wanted him to fuck you raw.
Waitâdid you just ask what rubbers were? Did you not have condoms on the Sphere?
But any lingering concerns dissipate the second you start fighting to get his tip inside you.
âToo s-slow!â You groan.
Fear is the last thing on your mindâevident in the way you impale yourself on him, defiant even against the impossible stretch. Your pussy is tight around the swollen head of his cock, strangling it as your nails dig into his shoulders. You grind in slow, desperate circles. Tears roll down your cheeks as you bite them to keep from crying out, your body fighting against every inch.
Enjin watches with a dark glint in his eyes â you trying so hard for him makes him want to flip you over and fuck you into the cushions. But heâd let you have it at your own paceâŚfor now.Â
Releasing your hip, Enjin spits into his palm, rubbing his slick fingers over your clit in slow steady circles.Â
âSuch a hard-headed girlâcâmereâŚâ
Enjin takes a long drag from the joint, balancing it between his fingers as he grabs the back of your neck. His lips crash into yours before you can think.
You gasp and Enjin takes the opportunity to exhale the smoke deep into your lungs, taking the harshest of the hit himself. You're left with only the smooth, earthy flavor warming your chest before it melts through your limbs.
But itâs the way he kisses you after that really knocks the ground out from under you. His tongue pushes past your lips, tangling with yoursâhungry, messy, like he wants to steal the little air you have left until youâre only breathing him in.
Your arms wrap around his neck, hands buried in his soft buzzed undercut, anchoring yourself. You moan into his mouth and he swallows it greedily, teeth nipping your lower lip before diving right back in. All the while, his thumb keeps grinding into your clit, faster now, like heâs keeping rhythm with the pulse thatâs beating under your skin.
Why does it feel this good? How is he doing this to your body? Sânot fair!Â
Not realizing you could feel this good from a kiss, you're unraveling in real time. Your mind goes blank with every pulse, every word, every inch. Youâre not even fully seated yet, but you can already feel the blunt head of his cock grinding against your cervix, the pressure building with each centimeter you drop. You never imagined you could feel this fullâlike he might actually breach your womb.
The thought alone has you trembling, unstable, your aching thighs giving out, causing you to slide down a bit too fast. The thick veins along his length rake across your g-spot and your body snaps. A sharp, helpless spasm rocks you as your breath catches and a small, unexpected orgasm rolls through you.
Enjin pulls back just enough to let you breathe, though your body doesnât stop shivering, lost in a blur of pleasure and pain.
âEh... did you just cum, Princess?â
The question is rhetorical, full of smug amusement, as he can feel the increasing wetness leaking down his cock, making it all the easier for you to slide down.   Â
Teasing your earlobe, Enjinâs tongue dips in to flick at the shell of it, making you clench.
âHA! Good fucking girl! A lilâ more and I bet sheâll be a real squirter fâer me.â
Enjin beams, proud of his Trash Princess. No woman had ever taken him this deepânot even close. Enjin hadnât expected you to be any different. And yetâŚwhen Enjin looks down, he releases a groan deep from his gut.
The sight alone almost has Enjin nutting in you -- your drooling cunt spread so wide around his girth, sitting almost at his base. A thought flashes briefly â it's kinda like heâs a virgin again. Parts of his dick had never experienced this kind of molten heat so maybe, in a sense, he is? Enjin didnât fucking care if he was though, as he ainât about to be with the way your pretty pussy is giving way like itâs made for him.Â
âRun that back.â
Enjin takes the final drag, pinching the smoldering end of the joint between his fingers before flicking it aside. He leans in again, slower this time. Thereâs no rush in how his mouth seals over yours. The second shotgun is less about the smoke and more about the feel of youâyour lips parting for him, your breath syncing to his, and the small whimper you make as he sucks slowly on your tongue.
The haze spreads between you both, thick and warm. Simultaneously, his knuckles tease your clit, a soft schlick sound filling the space between you from you getting wetter by the second. By the strength of some unknown force, you finally bottom out, immediately collapsing into his neck.Â
You both moan. Enjin feels you quivering from the inside out and you feel him everywhereâshifting your guts into your ribs.Â
âIâŚI did it.â
Your smile blooms soft against his inked skin, lips grazing the spot where you can feel his own pulse hammering wildly.
Enjinâs in no state to congratulate you on your impressive feat. Completely sheathed in you raw, coring out your gummy walls into the shape of his dickâsomething in his brain chemistry fizzles. Like a bit of pussy juice, acting as a catalyst, slipped into his dick and traveled straight to his prefrontal cortex to corrode all of his previous thoughts about you. The result is clear.
Enjin doesnât give a fuck if you are a snobby, annoying, needy lilâ brat who never let him get away with shit and bitches at him constantlyâthe furtherest thing from his type.
Because honestly?
Motherfuck a bullshit-ass type. Your slutty ass pussy is fuckinâ perfect.Â
For the first time, Enjin realizes he might be in love with you.Â
How could he even look at another woman after this?
One thing if for certainâEnjin is going to make damn sure you never have the desire to even look at another man.
Both his hands trail up your hips, groping and squeezing the plump curves of your ass before settling at your waist. His blunt black nails dig into your skin to pull you back from his neck.
Enjin whistles, admiring the stagnant stream of spittle lingering on your chin. Look at youâcockdrunk just from sitting on him.Â
Enjin doesnât think heâs ever seen you look more beautiful.
âEnjiiiiiin,â you whimper, not being able to hold yourself up.Â
But your cries for him only inflame the predatory smirk on his lips, your honeyed cunt hugging his cock so beautifully.Â
âMakes sense you fell from heaven, huh Princess?âÂ
Whether you're ready or not, Enjin forcibly winds you on his cock in slow circles. Your clit brushes up against the well placed pubic ring like a reward for being the first to experience it.
ââcause this pussyâs a fuckinâ angel.â
Your eyes are already lodged in your skull so you canât even roll them at his cheesy line. But if your pussy is an angel, then Enjin's dick is most definitely a demonâhis sinful cock tearing through your insides and condemning you straight to hell.
Moaning loudly, your body moves on autopilotâchasing more friction from the rhythm Enjin set. Good thing everyone was at happy hour or you would for sure be attracting some major attention now.
Although, to be honest you probably wouldnât notice anyway. You donât even notice when your bra falls away, your tits spilling out just so Enjin could watch them jiggle in his face. You only register its disappearance once his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, his tongue finally saying itâs âhelloâ.
âShiiiiit!â
Your hips stutter, then stall when Enjin tugs at your sensitive bud with his teeth.
âHeyâŚI know my Trash Princess ainât tappinâ out just yet.âÂ
SMACK!
Enjin brings a heavy palm down on your ass and your pussy clenches tighter around him. Enjin relishes the way your plush curves mold to his hands, each smack adding to the wet, messy sounds between you. Youâve already leaked enough on his lap to stain the sofa beneath you.
âNah, ya just got on the ride, baby. Giddy-up.â
SMACK!
âNNNGH!â You weakly glare daggers at him.Â
Any softness on Enjinâs face has since been replaced by something far more mischievous. If you thought he was obnoxious beforeâyouâre about to learn heâs a full-blown menace inside of pussy.
Wobbling, you gather together what little resolve you have left to roll your hips forward.Â
âHAAH! Sâtoo biiiiiig,â you whine but your body canât stop.
The juices saturated between you grant enough momentum to finally get a good, smooth bounce going.
âFuckâthatâs it, ride it like itâs yours, baby.â Enjin encourages you.
The way you cream harder every time he calls you 'baby' doesn't go unnoticed.
âOh? You like me talking sweet to the pussy, baby girl?âOr do you just like being my filthy lilâ trash slut, hm Princess?â
Gritting your teeth, you grab on to Enjinâs shirt like reins, pulling him closer to you.Â
âY-YouâreâŚgonnaâahshiiiitâhafta f-fuck mâbetter than thisssâŚif you want m-me to be your âbaby girlââTrash Daddy.â
Unfortunately, your sass falls flatâyou can barely keep your head from lulling to the side. But Enjinâs thoroughly entertained nonethelessâheâll take âTrash Daddyâ over âTrashy Poppinsâ any day.
âBet.â
Electricity runs through Enjin. Heâs all charged upânow itâs his turn to unleash.
Your brow furrows from the noise Enjin makesâyouâre not sure if he just laughed or snarled. But it's the only warning you get.Â
Sliding down the sofa a bit, adjusting himself for stability, Enjin spreads his legs, planting his feet firmly on the floor as he bullies his cock up into you like he's breaking in his own personal fleshlight.
All you can do is go slack, falling forward on his chest. His grip bruising your hips, not allowing you to run from the way his blunt cockhead plows into your womb like a battering ram.Â
The couch beneath you groans, its frame creaking under the strain. The wood and leather protest like the entire thing might fall apart at any moment.
âEnjinnnnn, mâslowwww dowwwnnn!âÂ
Your cries only fuel his frenzy and Enjin knows from the way youâre gushing on him you can take it.
Fuckâthis sweet lilâ pussy is just so good for him. Imagine if he never met you.Â
If you neverâ
Enjin cuts the thought off cold.Â
Moving before you can blinkâyour world flips. One second heâs pummeling up into you, the next youâre on your back.Â
Enjin peels away his shirt, muscles flexing as he looms over you. His hands curl around your ankles to keep them pinned overhead. A single bead of sweat catches your bleary eyes as it slides down his bare chest, gliding over firm muscle. The bold ink patterns seem to come alive on his skin. He looks so fucking sexy right now and you canât help but to shamelessly ogle him.
Yet, thereâs something much too serious and somber about Enjinâs current demeanor. Youâve been staring at him far too long to go unnoticed. The highly expressive, sassy powerhouse is rarely this silent. He should be teasing you right now, asking some smartass shit like if youâre âenjoying the viewâ.Â
âEnjin?â
Your sweet voice hits his ears and instantly you have his attention again. Enjin flashes you a pearly white smile.
âHeh, enjoy the break, Princess? You wont get another.â
Ignoring the question in your eyes, Enjin folds you into a mating press, thrusting to the hilt all in one motion. The sound of flesh lewdly slapping against flesh fills the room, as do your cries.
But thereâs still something else burning in his eyes. Enjin knows itâs unfair not to be honest with you, but taking out his unspoken feelings on your pretty pussy is the only way he can express himself at the moment.Â
Suddenly, thereâs a loud creak followed by a decisive snap and two of the sofaâs legs give out. If your sweat and cum weren't like glue on the old leather youâd surely slide off head first. You yell out in alarm, but Enjin doesnât give a fuck about the damn sofa.
His mood is still soured by the thought that wouldnât be shaken away until he confronted itâ
If you never fell.
But you did. He found youâand now that Enjin has you under him like this, he needs to fuck the point heâs concluded into you:
If Rudo ever finds a way to the Sphere, Enjin will personally travel there and see to your ex-husband himself.Â
Hell, he might even rail you in front of him a few timesâshow him what a real man could do. Maybe even a realâŚhusband?
If the sounds of sloshing fluids and skin slapping skin weren't ringing so loudly in your ears that it drowned out everything else, you would have thought Enjin had lost his mind with the way he was cackling above you. He sounds completely deranged, laughing at the idea of him finally wanting to settle down all while continuing to pound you deeper into the broken sofa.
But despite being high off weed and your pussy, Enjinâs mind has never been more clearâhe wants to lock you down.
âHah⌠P-Princess, can ya feel me in your tummy? RightâŚâ Enjinâs golden eyes lock on the ever-so-slightly distended bulge from the monstrous intrusion in your guts.
â....right, here.âÂ
Throwing your legs over his shoulders, his large hands splay across your sweat sheened belly. Youâre squirming under the heat of Enjin sandwiching your guts between his palm and his cock. Its all far too muchâyouâre too full, unable to really focus on what Enjinâs saying.
âAhh, E-Enjâmâ c-cum, g-gonna mmmâŚâ you hiccup, swallowing your tears.
Your nails rake down his arm to ground yourself but your body is thrumming too hard, adrift in the rush rolling through every one of your wired nerves. Your tits bounce obscenely every time your velvety walls devour his cock back down to the base. Enjinâs pubic piercing bucking against your clit has you clutching onto his dick like you were about to break it off.
You feel so fucking good. Enjin desperately needs to feel you creaming on his cock, and you would be soon if your kitten nails raking down his armsâ adding more red to his already inked skinâ were any indication.Â
âThatâs it, Princess, hahâfuck, baby, I got you. Squirt for your Trash Daddy.â
As if on command, the knot inside you coils to its breaking point, prickling every nerve, releasing a warm rush of fluids. Your body tingling in ecstasy, you quickly tumble over your peak, eyes blinded by speckles of brightness as you cum.
Yet Enjin hasn't slowed, his continuous pounding forcing more of your cum and squirt to gush out of youâthe melody of his now drenched balls colliding with your wet ass only growing loude
âFuck, thatâs it. Pussy cryinâ like she wants my cum, PrincessâŚâÂ
Youâre barely conscious from all the pleasure, eyes rolling back into your head.Â
âSheâs jealous that slutty throat of yours got all my cum, now itâs her turn to swallow, isnât that right?â
Itâs a rather roundabout way for Enjin to ask if he can nut inside you, but then again, he wasnât really asking. The thought of breeding you makes him feral.Â
âAhhâfânnghhhh!â
Non-verbal and fucked dumb, youâd probably agree to anything right now. Youâre an utter messâpussy stretched beyond anything you thought possible, face sticky with slobber rolling down to pool in the folds of your neck.Â
âOâcourse it isâŚgonna dump all these trash babies into my princessâ sweet lilâ cunt.â
Although you are super turned on by the thought of Enjin breeding you, there's no way you have any idea how serious Enjin is about putting a baby in you. How could you? You donât even realize the love confession his cock is professing to you.
âFUHHHHâtake it!â
Enjin pumps thick ropes of his cum into your tummy as his body thrashes on top of yours. The primal intensity has you vibrating as another orgasm rips through your overstimulated and overworked pussy. Filled the brim, his spunk overflows, sploshing out of your pussy as he rocks his hips, urging his seed deeper to plant right in your womb.
In the afterglow, the two of you lie off-kilter in a tangled heap on the broken sofa. Thereâs blood rushing to your headâ not the worst place for it, you think, all things considered. Enjinâs weight is heavy, his chest heaving into yours, warm and sticky as he wraps you in his arms.Â
Just as you feel you both might drift off like this, Enjin stirs. Flinching, you whimper as Enjin wills himself up, his cock sliding out of your pussy with a squelchy suctioning noise. Your knees part for him with zero resistance as he inspects his handiwork, peeling apart your battered pussy lips to reveal your dug out slit.Â
âWhewww,â Enjin whistles at the sight of the thick creampie glistening in your core. âAll this cum your cute pussy pulled outta meâyouâd think she was my jinki.â
Sober, you likely would have slapped him for referring to your pussy as his vital instrument. But ecstasy clouds your logic, so high off endorphins and other substances, you only giggle. It is kinda funny you suppose.
âYeahâsquirtinâ on command like that. Definitely an attack type.â
Spread open, the thick plug of spunk froths out of you. But Enjin simply tuts, pushing it right back in, not wanting to waste a single drop.
âYeah, how about that, âmma duel wielder! Yup, definitely gotta name âer nowâwhat you thinkinâ I should call her, princess?â
Enjin sees the way your pretty cunny is twitching, and in his pussy drunk mind, it's an approval. The spasms that still quake through you are like tremors of Morse Codeâyour slutty pussy agreeing with him, begging for more. Flipping you over on your belly, Enjin is more than happy to fulfill any request of his new vital instrument.
âGot it! Cumbringer! The Umbreaker and The Cumbringer. Nice ring to âem, dontâcha think?â
Cumbringer!?
Later, you would definitely regret being so thoroughly fucked out of your mind you didnât put a stop to this. Enjin is most definitely going to be insufferably proud of himself for the next 3-6 business weeks. Heâd lord this over you and tease you with not-so-subtle hints around the rest of the cleaners.Â
Yet, as Enjin is swabbing his huge cock through your folds, you feel the ache of loss in your core, wanting to be filled again and you canât seem to find the fucks to careâyou just needed more of his dick, likeâŚnow.
Pleased with your compliance, Enjin thumbs the dips at the small of your back, perching your ass up so your back arches real nice.
âTrash Daddyâs gonna take real good care of Cumbringer from now on, too. Make âer live up to the name.â
When Enjin pushes into you again, the new angle has him bullying against your g-spot with even more intensity than before. Seeing the way you jolt, he holds back from going as deep this time to directly abuse the spot. Slick runs down your legs and despite how slippery the ruined leather cushions are beneath you, Enjin still holds you firm as his cock sloshes through your ruined pussy.
âSay, how much anima you think is in my nut, Princess?â
You donât respond but Enjin, proving to have the stamina of a beast, feels like he should give you at least two more doses just to be sure.
â
Fading in and out of a euphoric stupor, youâre unsure how much time passes. Absolutely cockdrunk, at some point, youâd simply just surrendered. Your pussy clearly has zero complaints about being a jinki for Enjinâs cock and you are too dumb once you get a lil dick to stop him.
Somehow, youâve ended up folded over the wide coffee table. Itâs unstable beneath you, but Enjin doesnât seem to care what he breaks when heâs fucking you. He only moved from the sofa when the back of it finally broke.
Straining, you think you hear voices but everything feels so far away and fuzzy. The room gets darker and you realize Enjinâs thrown his coat over you. Still sheathed deep inside you, Enjinâs cock plants lazy kisses to your womb as he speaks rather casually to someone.
Hmm, did he get a call? Is that Semiu?
Semiu is likely calling, wondering why you both havenât shown up to happy hour yetâshit. Thereâs no way youâre making it in this condition; your limbs are toast. You canât even move the weight of Enjin's bulky jacket off of you, the heavy material trapping you in the humidity of your own breath and sweat. But in a way, the warmth is comforting. Your cheek resting against the wood, you allow the tent of muggy heat and his cock moving languidly inside you to lull you into complacencyâ in your delirium, everything feels like a nice dream.
Yet Enjin is fully alert, a shit eating grin on his face as he stares down Semiu and Gris who had just walked in on Enjin shamelessly beating your doonies down. Enjin only spared your modesty by covering you up, but he has no qualms with either Gris or Semiu seeing him in all his glory and doesnât even bother pulling out of you.
A fact that is painfully clear as he pats the pockets of his jacket draped over you for his cigsâhe might as well smoke if heâs giving you a break.
âI win,â Semiu turns to Gris, hand out expectantly.
Semiuâs cool expression never changes but there is amusement in her eyes as Gris fishes into his pockets and places a stack of bills into her hand.
âTsk, damnâŚâ Gris shakes his head, although heâs not shocked.Â
The two of you are down so horrendously bad for each other that this should have happened long ago as far as everyone else was concerned. The tension has been at an unbearable level for those around you, the way the two of you picked at each other non-stop like a kidâs first crush.
Alas, youâre an airhead and Enjin is so stubborn heâs delusional. So the older Cleaner members couldnât help, but place bets on when and where you and Enjin would finally slip between the sheets. Its a shame that you weren't in one of your beds right now--in between actual sheets--instead of the lounge becoming collateral damage.
âYou know, after all the game you talked about winning your money back at poker tonight, Bro said you were a no-show because you knew you were gonna loseâŚâ Gris eyes the boneless, quivering lump that is you under Enjinâs jacket.Â
Enjin really did a number on you. Your nonsensical babbles pouting for Enjin to âmake sure to tell Semiu to bring you back some fries from the barâ obviously means you have no idea that they are actually in the room.
âBut it looks like you have your âace in the hole' for an entirely different game.â
Enjin chortles. His hips stutter forward a bit too hard and you squeak in protest, he just hushes you.
âAwe, so you came back all this way to check-up on us? How sweet,â Enjin says sarcastically, taking a drag from his cigarette.
âHardly. Rudo accidentally chugged an entire beer he thought was sodaâthen proceeded to throw it all up over Zanka,â Semiu says flatly.Â
Enjin attempts to hold back his laughter as Semiu continues with a sigh. She explains thatGris helped carry Rudo back, promptly putting his little blacked out ass to bed. Zanka locked himself in the bathroom immediately upon returning.
âAlthough they're sure to be occupied for the rest of the night, since the kids are back in the building you need to wrap this shit up Enjinâshe looks like she could use the break anyway.â
Semiu casts a sympathetic look your way. She did warn you about Enjin though, so he was your mess to deal with now.Â
âSure thing,â Enjin says, patting your form underneath his coat, âIâve trained my new jinki well enough for tonight.âÂ
Semiu takes one look at the absolutely diabolical grin on Enjinâs face and decides she's already had enough of his shit for the night.
She sighs again. âJust hurry it up, alright?â
Enjin gives Semiu a cheeky salute. Yet the second her back is turned, Enjin mimes a dramatic chefâs kiss to the air for Gris. Enjinâs eyes roll back like heâs just had the best meal of his life.Â
Gris snorts, shooting him a wink and a thumbs-up for a âjob well doneâ like a proud teammate before heading out of the room as well.
âOne more thing.â
Semiu pauses in the doorway, hands resting on the double doors, surveying the crime scene-like state of the lounge. The sofa is toast, the coffee tableâs on life support, and there's a growing puddle under you, spilling over to slowly drip off its edge onto the floor.
âIf youâre just going to recklessly rawdog her, at least get her on the pill. Alice can sort that out tomorrowâright after you replace every piece of furniture youâve both annihilated.â
Enjin simply shrugs, taking another drag of his cigarette.
âI supposeâŚwe can stop by Aliceâs too.âÂ
Semiu just rolls her eyes, only to wrinkle her nose as a wave of stale air wafts by.
âAnd for the love of godâcrack a window. Smells like fresh ass in here.â
Once the doors finally click shut, Enjin rips his jacket off of you and smiles. Youâre still blissed out in lalaland while your pussy, Cumbringer, is clenching around him like she has one more go left in her.
Grabbing your arm, he pulls you up. Still sheathed inside you, he sits back on his knees, bringing you with him, your back pressed against his chest.
âMmmmâ*yawns* Was that Semiu on the call, Enj?â
Call? Oh, heh.
âHa, yeah baby girl, just Semiu on the line,â Enjin lies too easily.Â
Itâs for your own benefit thoughâno need to ruin your bliss with anything silly like embarrassment or shame from being walked-in on. Hell, unless Semiu says something, Enjin might be able to get away with not ever telling you.
âShe said they ran outta fries though. Iâll get ya some later, yeah? Jusâ need Cumbringer to clock in one more time, Princess...â
Enjin rocks his hips with yours in a slow wave and your pout melts, no longer caring about the fries. Your head tips back onto his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you.
âAh, mmmm, b-butângnh! She mentioned something about hotdogs and getting pills tomorrow? Is that a mission?â
Enjin hums to keep from laughing as he turns your face towards him. He smirks devilishly against your lips.
Distracting you with sweet chaste kisses, Enjin rubs gentle circles over your womb. Youâre gonna be so fucking hot waddling around HQ in your slutty ass uniform, tits leaking and belly full with his brats.Â
The only pill heâd get from Alice would be a fertility pill.
âNothing my slutty baby girl or my Cumbringer gotta worry about, Princess. Leave everything tâme.â
đđ§: ahh tysm for reading, especially if you are new to my writing. enjin brain rot is lethal. i needed to get this outta my system! jjk girlies forgive me for straying from my wip list and kinktober lol. definitely down to write more of him. i have a p2 and another enjin story (an AU) idea. but i have to focus on my jjk kinktober now! âĄ
also, in case anyone is wonderingâyes, reader's jinki is a labubu and yes, enjin just guilt tripped reader into growing him his own personal stash djhscjhdfj.
banner: mash up of official manga + rororogi mogera 'last mall' doujin panels.
Black nerds just wanna enjoy their hobbies without dealing with fuckers general antiblack behavior or just straight up being racist towards us for existing and minding our own business.that is literally it.
No black fan deserves to deal with fandoms and creators racist bs or to be painted as "toxic aggressive bullies" when they rightful criticize or get mad and disappointed bc of said creator antiblackness, YES even if it was an old incident or if it as "small" it don't matter it still racism and it deserves to get called out and criticized all the same
overstimulating boyfriend!choso till he almost needs to physically push you away.
the bedroom is thick with heat and the low sounds of breath and skin. chosoâs already flushed and trembling underneath you, wrists loosely pinned by your hands at first before you let them go, trusting him even as you slide the blindfold over his eyes. soft black fabric, snug enough to steal every bit of sight. his head tips back against the pillows for a second, lips parted, chest rising fast.
you sink down onto him slowly, taking every thick inch until your hips meet his. heâs so sensitive already, cock twitching hard inside you from the overstimulation of the last round.
a broken little groan slips out of him the second youâre fully seated, deep and raw.
âwaitâ fuck, babyââ his voice cracks as you start to move, rolling your hips in steady, unrelenting circles. the blindfold makes everything sharper for him. every drag of your walls, every shift of weight, every wet sound of you riding him hits harder. his hands fly up instinctively, palms pressing against your thighs like he needs to push you off, fingers digging in but not quite shoving.
you keep riding him anyway, thighs burning as you lift and drop, grinding down deep on every stroke. chosoâs head bows forward intensely, shoulders curling in like his whole body is trying to fold around the overwhelming pleasure. the blindfold shifts slightly with the motion, damp from sweat already. his jaw goes completely slack, mouth hanging open, tongue just barely visible as heavy pants turn into whimpers.
âtoo muchâ i canâtâ pleaseââ he gasps, voice hoarse, but his hips buck up to meet you anyway, betraying him. one hand pushes weakly at your waist, trying to create space, trying to breathe, while the other fists the sheets so tight his knuckles pale.
you donât stop. you lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest, feeling his heart hammering under your palm, and ride him faster, tighter, letting your clit drag against his pelvis with every roll.
chosoâs whole body jerks. a strangled moan rips out of him, jaw still slack, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as his head lolls forward even more. heâs bowing toward you now, forehead almost touching your chest, blindfolded face twisted in that perfect mix of too much and not enough. his abs clench hard under you, thighs shaking uncontrollably beneath your ass.
you keep grinding down, clenching around him on purpose, milking every oversensitive inch. his pushes get weaker, more like desperate grabs, fingers sliding over your skin, gripping then releasing like he canât decide if he wants you closer or off him. âgonnaâ fuck, iâm gonna cum againâ baby, slow down, iââ
but you donât.
you ride him through it, watching the way his slack jaw trembles, the way his blindfolded eyes squeeze shut tighter under the fabric, tears soaking the edge. his cock pulses hot and thick inside you, another load spilling deep as his body convulses, hips stuttering up helplessly.
he bows forward so intensely his face buries between your breasts, muffled sobs and whimpers vibrating against your skin while you keep moving, slow and deep now, dragging out every last twitch and aftershock.
his hands are still on you, pushing and pulling at the same time, completely lost in the overwhelming heat of being ridden blind and raw.
.⌠ÝË enjin đśđ´đâđ âđđđđđ đđđ đđ đĄâđđĄďźďźďź
jiyu's letter á°.á um... 900 followers???? that's insane. wow. thank ya'll so very much for the support, it really motivates me to keep writing <3. all the love to my mooties, you guys are soo amazing. if i end up making it to 1k i might do a little special or event hehe. thank you all once again, hope you enjoy <3
âď¸áľáľ smut. multiple rounds. overstim(?). MDNI. p in v. fem!reader.
this is dedicated to my lovely @suganoms, who also proofread this haha. love you doll <333
when enjin introduced you to his gang of misfits, the entire team of akutaâ no, the entire headquartersâ was in disbelief.Â
you were something of an angel; helping out with the injured (because enjin wouldn't allow you to do any real fighting), often helped amo with her abilities, and you had such a gentle way of talking to everyone that it rendered them speechless in conversations. not to mention your beauty that could make anyone do a double take.Â
and enjin? wellâ what does he even do?Â
there was no way he was handling all of that, the cleaners decided.Â
as much as enjin wanted to prove them wrong, they were indubitably right (semiu's getting paid for this). you were smart, beautiful, and made him shut up for once. you were sweeter than any piece of rudo's candy.Â
and you also had an insanely high libido.
the few days that enjin is off from his duties is when you decide to pounce. that night, after everyone in headquarters is sound asleep, you kiss him stupid, breaths heavy in the quiet of your room.Â
and to your poor boyfriend's dismay, you don't just go one round. not two, nor three, but five rounds. or six? enjin had lost count long ago.Â
your mixed liquids were a sticky mess along your inner thighs and enjin's pelvis, pooling onto the sheets beneath. the bedframe creaked embarrassingly loud, accompanied by your sweet voice praising him.Â
he would've thought that you would have stopped by now.Â
yet your hips seemed to bounce with the same eagerness as the first round, grinding in tight, lethal circles. your hands pressed against his chest, thumbs tracing his complicated tattoos. enjin grasped at any plump flesh he could, your zealous cunt fluttering around him with the intent to milk him dry.Â
the both of you were drunk on the feeling of each other, sweaty skin sticking to one another, breaths hot against your swollen lips. claiming marks etched onto your skin had begun to bruise, though enjin's tattoos managed to hide them well.Â
"mmhmm, babyâ fuck, you're filling me so good. ahn, can't get enough," you slur, breathy and needy. your thighs burn and quiver, but you're already far too addicted to the pleasure to stop.Â
enjin's marked hands guide your hips when your rhythm grows sluggish, and despite how drained he is, his hip involuntarily buck up to meet your bouncing, albeit with shaky jerks.Â
"come on girl, that all you got? use me, just like that, fuckk," he groans lowly. he delivers a playful smack to your ass, smirking as you yelp. pleasure shoots up his body in shocks of overstimulation, his balls so tight he's sure there's absolutely nothing left. yet, nothing is better than watching his pretty girl ride herself silly on top of him with wanton need.Â
when you speed your hips up to nasty gyrations, enjin's sure he's about to see the sphere. his grunts turn to raspy groans, his hands quivering as he holds onto your hips with a bruising grip. it feels so fucking good, but you're definitely gonna kill him at this pace.Â
"shit, shit, slow down, girlâ ahâ" his eyes roll back, thighs weak beneath you.Â
"yes, yes, yes, enjin! you're so deep!" you babble, barely coherent of the writhing man begging for mercy.
when you finally get your fill with a satisfying climax, enjin's so overwhelmed by the feeling of your cunt clenching around him that he lets out a a small whimper into the crook of your neck. his orgasm only comes with a weak twitch of his cock, but it feels so good, it's enough to make tears gather in the corners of his eyes.Â
"fuck, that was amazing, enjin," you murmur, laying your head against his chest. his heart is beating loudly against your ear, which you soothe with a comforting rub of your thumb.Â
"yeah, mhhmm," he agrees feebly, still coming down from cloud nine. he sniffles a bit, wiping the wetness from his eyes.Â
"were you whimpering earlier?" you decide to tease. as if he's not already in a vulnerable position.
"no? must've been your imagination."
"you did."Â
"did not."
"you totally did."
"nuh-uh."
"oh come on, why won't you admit it?" you huff.
"'cause i'd be lying if i did. now go to sleep, girl." enjin tucks you into his arms, not allowing one more word out of your mouth.Â
you do close your eyes. for a beat. thenâŚ
"can we go one more round? please?"
"⌠you're kidding."
as much as enjin loved you, he truly couldn't handle all of that.
sukuna sprawled out on your shared bed, two arms above his head, one across his stomach, and another lied idly on your thigh. his hair was messy, strands all over the place, and a few somehow shaped into bangs over his forehead. his stomach-mouth was open, softly snoring while showing off his large fangs.
and although he looked so comfortable, and the moonlight softly shone through the curtains of your quarters, you took a minute to leave. softly, you moved his large hand off your thigh, placing it close to where you slept instead.
after youâve quietly retreated to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, sukuna almost immediately woke up from the loss of your touch.
he softly grumbled when he didnât feel your body warmth, then he grabbed at what he wanted to be you, but instead met with sheets.
a huff escaped him, and he turned onto his side with a groan, half sitting up and using a hand to prop himself up.
âwife..â he called out, mumbling with his natural rough voice, a frown appearing on his face.
and almost as if you could sense how he already missed you dearly, not knowing how long youâd been gone, you slowly creaked the door open, walking in with a glass of water. as you sat it on the nightstand, your heart ached as sukuna blearily stared up at you with half-lidded eyes. he slowly blinked up at you like a cat, and his hair stuck up in many different directions.
some drool escaped the corner of his mouth, and you smiled. he probably didnât even notice.
finally, you climbed into bed again, softly mumbling, âi know, iâm here,â with a smile as he already began reaching towards you to pull you closer.
your hand found his chest, and you rubbed comforting circles on his tattoos as you left a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. before you could pull away, he softly nudged your head with his, letting out a soft sigh as his hand found your back.
but you reached up, hand finding his hair as you play with it. he pushed his head into your hand, asking for more touch.
âyou have bed head hair,â you whispered as his eyes nearly closed.
but he murmured, shaking his head with a pout, âi do not,â he let out a dramatic huff, glaring at you with all four eyes.
âwhatever you say, honey,â you mumbled as you looked down at him, hand still running through his hair.
and within seconds, heâs asleep as quickly as he woke up. this time, heâs lulled to sleep by your touch. heâs right where he wants to be, falling asleep every night in the arms of his wife.
ib this art by sukunaglazer23 on twt heâs so adorable oml
Megan thee stallion needs a girlfriend/wife and thatâs the only solution. Any man sheâs ever been seen with in the public eye has played in her face. A bitch like me would wear a CHASITY BELT for Megan until she got back home to ME
your thighs are shaking on either side of his head, hips jerking desperately against his mouth as you ride his face. his hands are sliding up and down your sides and all over your front to tweak and pull your nipples. his red hair is flared out on the bed as he looks up at you with hearts in his eyes as he sucks your clit into his mouth.
ângh fuck kiri!â you circle your hips.
he groans and licks down to your pussy and shoves his tongue in. your toes curl and you squeal, shaking your hips on his tongue, rubbing your clit right against his nose.
he slurps at you like youâre water and heâs dehydrated, shaking his head, hands sliding down and spanking you softly to spur you into riding him harder, faster. when you cum he holds your hips down and fucks his tongue into you, sucking out all of your juices you have to offer.
âkiri! kiri i- hah! lemme-â
âwhat do you want pretty girl?â he mumbles into your heat.
âwanna ride you.â you try to lift up.
âyou are.â he leans up and licks a stripe up your center.
âno! i wanna ride you!â you reach down and yank his hair.
he chuckles, letting you up and youâre quick to shove his shorts down and grind yourself agaisnt his cock. he groans when you eagerly line him up, fingers digging into your hips as you start to sink down. you toss your head back, moan tearing from your lips as he stretches you open.
âeasy baby.â he slows your movements. ânot too fast.â
âplease. kiri please.â you shimmy down another inch.
he lets you slide down another inch, grinning at the breathy whines spilling from your mouth. he holds your hips and guides you down, cooing at you as you take him fully. you take a minute to adjust before you start wildly humping against him, grabbing onto his hands that are gripping your waist.
âshit baby, slow down.â he pants, hips canting up to meet yours.
your pleasure is already tight in your lower belly, the burn in your thighs means nothing from the way kirishima rolls his eyes back with each sticky smack. he doesnât care that heâs close he know when you burst around him heâll fill you a second later shamelessly.
âfuck baby. take what you need.â he moans, blinking up at you with heavy eyes.
your pussy hugs him, coaxes more pre to slobber against your velvet walls. wet squelchâs and broken moans bounce off the bedroom walls as you lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest and digging your nails in as you cum around him. he whines, cock twitching before he coats your walls with his cum.
âwanna- agh! wanna go again.â you collapse on his chest.
he rolls the two of you over and slowly starts to rock his hips into yours again.
đŁđđ đĽđđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđ | sunday x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS: Penacony is riddled with rumours about infighting within The Family, resulting in Penaconians and tourists to question the stability of the Dreamscape and whether the Five Great Lineages are actually âharmoniousâ. As a solution, the Dreammaster assigns youâThird to the Iris Family Headâto marry Sunday, the revered Head of the Oak Family. A symbolic pair meant to embody harmony within The Family and refute hearsay.
Beneath the spectacle, however, lies unresolved affection, quiet hesitation, and the painful question of whether your âperfectâ marriage is merely performanceâor something real.
CONTENT WARNING: arranged marriage, halovian!reader, actress!reader, reader is referred to as miss & mrs, loosely follows canon lore, fluff, angst, SLOW BURN, one sided pining but eventually turns to mutual pining, requited unrequited love, childhood friends, forbidden lovers if you squint, petname (my love), OCs mentioned, plot with p*rn, smut (mdni), virgin!sunday, masturbation (m), body worship if you squint, guided fingering, virginity loss (m), p in v, creampie, sunday cums a lot lol, not beta read.
WORD COUNT: 22,994
NOTES: this is prob the most slowburn fic iâve ever written >< sunday fic for my birthmonth hehe enjoy!! div: diviniyae
Moment of Morning Dew
The chandeliers of Dewlight Pavilion glimmered like suspended constellations, their fractured light spilling across polished marble in soft gold and pale violet. Even in the Dreamscapeâwhere beauty was manufactured to perfectionâthis place still carried a certain weight; a stillness that pressed gently against oneâs lungs. Amidst the grandeur of the Pavilion, you stood a step behind Maeven Ellisâs absenceâyour adoptive motherâher authority as Iris Family Head lingered in your posture in the way attendants lowered their gaze as you passed.
Third to the Head of the Iris Family, yet today, you felt oddly like a child again; waiting in a suffocating office as you were summoned by the Dreammaster himself, you werenât aware of the reason why he had called upon your name but judging from your senses, you werenât going to like it.
Across the room, not far off from where you stood, was Sunday, he was situated beneath a stained glass window, its colours painted him in shifting hues of amber, indigo and rose where it bounced off his gleaming halo, depicting him as some kind of reverend being. When you had entered the Dreammasterâs office, you were greeted by the Oak Family Headâa mere formality, a simple nod of his head. No words, no nothing.
It had been a while since youâve last stood in his presence like this, most of the time youâd see him around Penacony or during grand Family banquets but that was about it, nothing more than a hollow distance between the two of you.
Minutes of deafening silence passed before the doors to the office opened once again and in came Mr. Gopher Wood, it wasnât his original form, merely someone elseâs bodyâpresumably someone from the Oak Familyâhe had possessed.
âCome closer.â He had instructed before taking a seat behind the wooden desk, his tone was calm yet it held unparalleled authorityâas a child, it would always send chills down your spine; countless Family gatherings where he spoke to your mother in such a tone. The Dreammaster was a kind man yet something about him unsettled you.
Without another word, you stepped forward just short of his desk, heels echoing faintly against the marble floors. Sunday mirrored your actions, standing a few centimetres away from youâit was enough to get a whiff of his scent.
Vanilla and musk, something sweet yet pierced oneâs senses. You tried to ignore the way his shoulder almost brushed your own and how his figure towered you.
âIâm sure youâre both well aware of rumours that are circulating around the Dreamscape,â Mr. Gopher Wood began, hands folded neatly atop the desk.
You sucked in a small breath, youâd heard them too. Whispers that drifted through velvet corridors, murmured between the cracks of reality that there was in-fighting between The Family lineages which ultimately questioned the Dreamscapeâs stability. For a space designed to eliminate unfavourable factors, it wasnât hard for negativity such as baseless rumours to start circulating within its walls.
Dangerous words which challenged The Family.
But . . as for summoning you and Sunday, you were clueless. Why did the Dreammaster specifically choose you? You werenât skeptic about Sunday as he held authority over the Oak Family, in other words, he was Mr. Gopher Woodâs successor but as for you . . it didnât quite make sense.
Neither of you answered, instead, you both waited for the Dreammaster to speak once more.Â
âRumours are . . fragile things, if they are left unchecked, they fracture trust. And in Penacony, trust is the foundation upon which dreams stand.â
The Dreammaster continued, âThus, we shall give Penacony something stronger than baseless rumoursâa symbol of eternal harmony.â Something inside your stomach tightened, you didnât like the tone in his sentence, as if it was final and had no room for ifâs or butâs; an idea that was already concrete before it came into existence.
âYou two will be married.â Mr. Gopher Wood stated as if discussing something as simple as a change in dĂŠcor.
Silence fell.
If the previous silence felt suffocating, this one was much, much worse. It felt heavier and pressed onto your skin tighter as though it was determined to live inside your bones. For a moment, all you could hear was the faint hum of the warm chandeliersâeven its glimmering lights felt hot against your skin, a searing burn.
Was the Dreammaster serious? An arranged marriage between you and Sunday? In your eyes, marriage weighed more than a coin being tossed in a bucket, it symbolised unity between two individuals who loved and cherished one another, not a façade to combat baseless rumours, and especially not a lie.
A million emotions surged through you; the thought of eternal unity with Sunday was something you had always dreamed of ever since you were a child. The first time you laid eyes upon him was when you were both naĂŻve and wide-eyed, and something inside your young heart stirred when he laughed at your jokes or tugged at your hands with his, running away from panicked attendants assigned to look after you.
Back then, your adoptive mother would bring you over to the old Oak Family manor for play dates with Sunday and his younger twin sisterâa young trio built on mischief and pure wander. The three of you were inseparable until the day duties and career came into talk, where days filled with innocent laughter turned into monotonous lessons that prepared one for the burden of authority.
Yes, you werenât going to deny it, you had feelings for Sunday that stemmed a long while back but being married to him under a contract that screamed nothing but business was not what younger you wouldâve wanted, no, she had dreamed of a blossoming, genuine love.
There was also unease for the role entrusted upon you; how would being in a false marriage affect your naĂŻve heart? You were well aware Sunday didnât mirror your feelings at all but having him pretend and play the part of a husband was beyond dangerous. It was ironic to think that this marriage was akin to Penaconyâs Dreamscape itselfâa dream becoming a reality.
But . . was it your dream to be married off to Sunday in the name of falsehood?
With the Charmony Festival inching closer, it wasnât a surprise the Dreammaster was becoming desperate for a solution.
You laughed. A humourless sound that conveyed the disbelief in your heart; you were raised to be a respectful, refined woman especially in the presence of esteemed Elders but not when said Elder proposed such a bizarre idea. This was marriage the Dreammaster was talking about, a life long commitmentâa life long role that was anything but real.
âPardon my brazenness, Mr. Gopher Wood but . . are you serious?â
The Dreammaster didnât so much as blink, âCompletely.â
At his affirmative reply, you slowly turned your head to the side towards Sunday; he remained expressionless, the glimmer in his citrine eyes hiding more than just pure emotions. His posture remained straight, one hand tucked behind his back just as he had been taught by the Oak Family Elders. Whether the idea affected him or not, Sunday didnât let on, not even a twitch of his brow nor a rustle of his ivory wings.
âA union between the Oak and Iris Family presented as one of harmonyâof perfection. A model pair for Penaconians to look up to, and once the people see The Familyâs harmony upon supporting this marriage, rumours will fade.â Mr. Gopher Wood continued, which turned your attention back to him.
The Dreammaster had a point, with two significant figures in the five lineages getting married, Penaconians would witness The Family working together to ensure it happens flawlesslyâthe Oak Family would be tasked with organization, the Alfalfa Family with financing, the Bloodhound Family with security, the Iris Family with reception entertainment, and the Nightingale Family with decorations. All in perfect harmony.
âAnd what it needs to see,â You murmured quietly. âIs a lie?â You knew it was only a matter of time before the Dreammaster exhausted his patience and snapped. He had always been fond of you but knew to draw the line at disrespect.
His gaze remained fixated on you, it wasnât unkind but it was firm, unwilling to back down from the challenge you had presented; he noticed the way your wings rustled imperceptibly, how it curled inwards as if to display silent retaliation.
âThe Dreamscape needs stability.â
That wasnât the answer you were looking for.
Slowly, you exhaled then fully turned toward Sunday, his golden halo glimmered brighter than ever, âSunâMr. Sunday.â He looked at you, really looked at you, and for a split secondâjust a flickerâyou saw it. Something from years ago when he used to grin at you over ice cream and toys.
âAre you okay with this?â The question came out softer than youâd expected, laced with vulnerability. Sunday held your gaze for a moment longer than necessary, then, parted his lips to speak,Â
âAs Oak Family Head, it is my duty to ensure that everything within the Dreamscape remains in order.â
â. . Thatâs not what I asked.â
Were you surprised, though? Youâve always known Sunday was a selfless individual, especially when it came to Robin but you wishedâmore than anythingâthat heâd be a bit more selfish; to do something that he truly wanted and not because he was bound by duty and expectations.
âThis arrangement fulfills its purpose.â As expected, Sunday spoke like this matter was nothing more than another responsibility to be managed, throwing out the fact that he was to be married off to someone he didnât love.
You nodded, âRight.â A small, hollow sound. And once more, you were hit with the harsh reality that this Sunday wouldnât run away the same way he did during the lessons he found boring, no, instead this Sunday would build the cage himself if it meant keeping everything intact and under his control.
Hesitantly, you looked away first, directing your attention back to the Dreammasterâany second longer looking at those citrine eyes was far too dangerous for your heart, âApologies, Mr. Gopher Wood but I need time. This isnât . . exactly a small decision.â
But did you even have the luxury to make a choice? Nonetheless, Mr. Gopher Wood inclined his head slightly and indulged you in your request, âYou will have what time is necessary but do understand, the longer uncertainty lingers, the more damage rumours may cause.â
A gentle threat wrapped in silk.
You nodded calmly, though your thoughts were nowhere nearly as composed. Marriage. To Sunday. It was as though the stars were playing a nasty elaborate prank on you but as twisted as it was, a part of youâone buried within the depths of your beingâwas happy.
Could you blame yourself though? Youâve pined for Sunday for eons because maybe, just maybe, he would finally look at you the same way youâve looked at him: under the light of romance.
âThen, I shall take my leave. Mr. Gopher Wood. Mr. Sunday.â After necessary formalities, you turned to leave, light from the chandeliers above stretching your meek shadow across the marble floor.
âMaeven Ellisâs daughter.â
You paused. It was the Dreammasterâs voice once again, âYou are an actress, are you not?â
Glancing over your shoulder, you spoke up, âYes.â
âThen think of this as your most important role.â
At his words, your lips pressed into a thin line. That was easier said than done. A performance, of course, everything in Penacony was. You didnât bother responding, instead, you kept walking, heels echoing with each careful step, out of the Dreammasterâs office and away from Sunday.
Moment of Golden Hour
Despite the name of Golden Hour, sunlight didnât spill like liquid gold in the Moment but the Dreamscape was as beautiful as ever. After the impromptu meeting with the Dreammaster and Sunday, you found yourself sitting on an iron bench at Aideen Parkâa quiet corner devoid of commotion to collect your thoughts. In the distance, laughter echoed and soft music the band performed.
On your lap rested an important document for an upcoming film, pages and pages of a bound script to read and remember but for once, you didnât feel like reading. Not when your mind wandered off to the encounter a few system hours back, you couldnât help but replay Mr. Gopher Woods wordsâthat youâd be married to Sunday.
Amidst the serenity of the Moment, your ears perked up at the sound of familiar footsteps coming closerâcalculated and sharpâbut you didnât bother looking up.
âI thought you might be here.â
The owner of the calm voice was no other than Sunday, you were more than certain of it because only he had the power to make your heart stutter. You didnât let onâdidnât show an ounce of emotion just as youâve been doing for the past years youâve known him. Slowly, you exhaled, gaze still fixed on the inked pages atop your lap.
âThe Oak Family Head seeking an audience with me? What a lucky woman I am.â You chuckled humourlessly. Sunday didnât reply and you almost felt bad for greeting him with such a sour state, so you spoke up again, â. . Are you surprised? You know my hiding spots better than anyone.â
Growing up, Sunday learned that whenever you had something in mind, you always seemed to seek out quiet spots to unwind and one of them happened to be in Aideen Parkâa tucked little area away from everyone while still able to bask in the Momentâs luxury.
âYou never changed them.â Sunday whispered in a soft tone, if you hadnât caught it, youâd think he was merely murmuring to himself. There was something in his voice you didnât quite recognize, one that made you curl your fingers tighter around the pages.
âIs there . . something you need, Oak Family Head?â
As much as he appreciated authority, Sunday never did like it when you addressed him with formality but heâd rather sever his halo than admit it to your face. After all, it was merely a silly thought. He let your question linger in the air for a while, letting the background noise of the park fill the space between the two of you, then, he spoke,
âI came for your answer.â Straight to it. Of course he did.
A quiet, humourless laugh slipped past your lips, you finally turned to look at him. The golden lights of Aideen Park engulfed his pale blue strands, it softened the edges of his otherwise composed expression but it didnât make him easier to read. You couldnât lie, Sunday looked absolutely breathtaking and it pained your heart at how effortless it was for him; his citrine gaze shone the same way his halo did, bright and blinding.
âMy answer? Thatâs what this is to you? And here I thought you came to seek me out as aâI donât know, maybe a friend?â
It was microscopic but you saw the way Sundayâs shoulders sagged and how the wings behind his ears lowered but you werenât about to be moved by something minute; what the Dreammaster had asked of youâand Sundayâwasnât something simple, it asked for your soul, to play a never ending role built on lies.
âItâs a matter that requires resolution.â He replied evenly. Your chest tightened, âDo you know what youâre asking of me, Sunday?â The question came out sharper than intended but you didnât take it back and for the first time, something flickered across his face, maybe it was surprise, maybe it was discomfort, you didnât bother deciphering.
âI am aware of the implicationsââ âNo.â You cut him, shaking your head as you stood, the script on your lap swiftly falling onto the ground, long forgotten. âNo, youâre aware of the politics of itâthe outcome.â
Frustration rose within your body, a scowl forming on your face as you stepped forward. Sunday had never seen such a look painted on your face, he had only ever seen pleasant expressions from you, especially directed towards him.
âYouâre asking me to stand beside you in front of all of Penacony and smile like it means something. To let them believeââ Your voice caught slightly but pushed through it, ââto let them believe this is real.â
âThatâs the role weâve been assigned.â He said quietly. âAssigned,â You echoed, almost incredulous. âIs that all this is to you? Another duty? Another piece of the Dreamscape you have to keep polished and intact?â
âIf you think I have the luxury to treat it as anything else then you are sorely mistaken.â
âThen, let me ask you one thing, Oak Family Head. Did you have a hand at choosing your . . partner?â With Sunday willing to fulfill such a role, you were certain Mr. Gopher Wood had already told him about the proposal prior to the meeting earlier, and you were sure the latter had at least given him freedom to choose.
Sunday nodded, âYes.â
You let out a shaky breath, your scowl turning into something much softer. Sadness. âBut why? Why me, Sunday? DonâtâDonât you know how cruel that is? To ask for something that big?â You looked away, unable to see the way regret briefly shadowed his face. His chest tightened at your pitiful form, he didnât mean to put you in a troubled spot but he wasnât entirely innocent either.
Marriage meant the two of you were bound to each other for eternity with divorce was absolutely out of the table, especially for prominent figures like you and Sunday; it made sense for a planet that worshipped the Aeon of Harmony.
â. . Because I assumed you wouldnât be scared doing it with me, at leastâdoing it by my side.â
Oh, your foolish, foolish heart shouldnât have skipped a beat at his reply but it did and it angered you even more that it did because despite it all, you still loved him. And maybe you were willing to comply but a greater part of you was stubborn.
âDo not try to mold me with flattery, Sunday. What about us, hm? Weâre not symbolsânot the âmodel pairâ the Dreammaster deems us to be. Weâre people with lives of our own! I cannot dictate for you but I know marriage is something I want to be organic. To fall in love with a man who cherishes and loves me back.â
Words hung heavy in the air, fragile and bare. For a split second, you were convinced he was going to take a step closer and say something that wasnât measured or wrapped in a silken ribbon called duty. And maybe some twisted part of you wished Sunday would have told you that heâd at least try to love youâto reassure and tell you that your heart has a home in his hands but he didnât.Â
Instead, he said: âWe are what Penacony needs us to be.â
Silence settled once more, you didnât answer this time as you were reminded that you and Sunday held very different dreams. You closed your eyes to steady yourself briefly, and when you opened them again, your expression had shifted, something more resigned, â. . Fine.â
Sundayâs ears perked, wings spreading ever so slightly as if to convey shock. You straightened slightly, smoothing the invisible wrinkles from your clothesâa habit youâve picked up before you stepped in front of rolling cameras.
There was no use arguing with Sunday or pushing your ideals to him, he was stubborn and heâd do anything to ensure the stability of the Dreamscape, even if it meant carrying the weight of falsehood his whole life. Besides, arguing like this in public was sure to garner unwanted attention, it was only a matter of time before someone heard of the conversation.
âIf this is the role entrusted to me then Iâll play it. Iâll accept the marriage.â The words felt foreign on your tongueâtoo final but you didnât waver.Â
Sunday carefully studied you as if to search for something beneath your composure, âAre you certain?â
You laughed humourlessly, âDo you think I have a choice? But if you want me to be honest, no. But Iâll do it anyway.â For you, you wanted to add. You bent down to swiftly pick up your script, dusting it off lightly, and when you returned his gaze, your expression had settled into something practiced.
âDonât worry, Iâll make it believable.â The corners of your lips tugged upwards despite its heaviness.
âI . . never doubted that. You are one of Penaconyâs greatest actresses.â Sunday intended to lighten the mood, to flatter your skills and forget about the tension in the air but for some reason, his words hurt more than anything else. You put too much faith in me, Sunday. You thought.
Sure, acting came easily to you but not when you had to play the eternal role of a loving wife for a man youâve pined for. For years. It was a twisted game that tested the borders between a dream and reality, and you could only hope to build a cage around your naĂŻve heart.
Moment of Morning Dew
Wedding preparations commenced shortly after meeting with the Dreammaster once more to confirm your stance on his idea; everything was a blur, from colleagues and close friends congratulating you on your engagement (even Robin who sent a congratulatory letter despite being aware of everything) to exclusive interview appearancesâsometimes accompanied by Sundayâto talk about every detail.
Of course, since the engagement came out of the blue, it was met with a lot of speculation, and rightfully so as not a single soul had seen you and Sunday together outside Family gatherings but even in banquets, neither you nor him would really converse.
But, those speculations were easily dismissed by letting interviewers know that you hid your relationship with him for personal reasons; it wasnât foreign for celebrities to do such things. Though, the only truth you uttered during those interviews was probably the fact that you loved Sunday.
There was no denying that, and for Penaconians, that alone was believable. Aside from planned appearances on interviews, you hadnât seen much of your . . fiancĂŠ but maybe it was for the best, the more he remained at a distance behind closed doors, the more your naĂŻve heart wouldnât mistake the relationship for something real.
Silk draped from the ceiling in soft, cascading layers, mirrors framed in gold caged you in, it reflected you in every angle, each one just slightly more flattering than the last. Assistants moved like whispersâadjusting and smoothing but never loud enough to cause unnecessary chaos.
The Dewlight Pavilion served many purposes for The Familyâthe main being a place where Heads discussed important matters but you didnât expect it to host a fitting room specifically curated for wedding preparations; it only made sense with how busy your schedule was, not to mention how you just finished a table-read two system hours ago which meant the script was still swimming in your mind and so was exhaustion.
âHold still, please.â
A quiet exhale escaped through your nose, resisting the urge to fidget as a pair of hands adjusted the fall of fabric at your waist; you just wanted to go home. âI am still.â You murmured.
âStill-er.â The head assistant replied gently.
Tired, you bit back a comment, there was no point arguing with anyone. It was evening and you wanted this over and done with, the more you cooperated, the faster this whole thing would be finished.
The gown itself was unsurprisingly perfect. Whiteâof courseâbut not the stark kind, it shimmered faintly like it had been spun from light filtered through clouds. Intricate golden embroidery traced along the bodice, delicate and intentional.Â
âThere. All done! How does it feel, miss?â
The head assistantâs dainty voice faded into as you looked at the mirror, it was the first time you stared at your reflection since standing inside this fitting room yet strangely enough, an actress stared right backâthe âyouâ all of Penacony knew, the one in front of flashing lights and rolling cameras.
âYouâre truly beautiful, miss!â Another one of the assistants gasped, her reddened face tucked between the hearts of her palms.
â. . Thank you. The dress feels . . fine, itâs not too heavy.â The staff dismissed the absentmindedness laced in your voice, mistaking it for pure awe. You didnât know what to feel seeing yourself in a wedding dress because even with an exquisite ring wrapped around your finger, you still couldnât believe you were getting married.
âTurn slightly, please.â The head assistant instructed and you did. The skirt fanned out like a blooming flower, its silken fabric faintly glimmering beneath the lights.
âPerfect.â She breathed out.
Perfect. The word followed you everywhere these daysâabout your relationship with Sunday, about the engagement ring, and now about the dress. You were about to give her a practised reply, the same one youâve been giving everyone elseâa âthank youâ and a smile that reached your eyesâuntil the atmosphere shifted.
The curtains behind you weren't drawn yet but you knew who was beyond them and you were certain the attendants knew as well from the way their backs straightened, immediately stepping away from the raised platform you stood upon.
âPardon my intrusion, may I step inside?âÂ
Sundayâs voice filled the silence. As if on cue, heat blanketed your cheeks, heart racing at the thought of him seeing you in a wedding dress. Your gaze landed on the head assistant through the reflection, giving her a slight nod to which she immediately understood and swiftly drew the curtains back.
As Sunday stepped inside, both attendants silently bowed their heads and headed out, closing the curtains behind them to give privacy. Alone in a small space with him with too many mirrors; you swallowed thickly and smoothed down the skirt of the dress, âI wasnât aware of your visit.â You murmured, tucking a loose strand behind your ear.
âI was told preparations were underway. I wanted to ensure there were no complications.âÂ
Of course.
âWell?â You started, head tilted slightly. âYou came all this way, you should at least give your evaluation.â Your hands found its way atop your clothed hip. It was half a joke, half a challenge yet you awaited for his words.
Sunday didnât reply immediately, instead, his gaze settled on youâsteady and unreadable. You observed how his amber eyes lingered on the bodice of your dress a second or two longer before moving on to the bloomed skirt. Beneath his wandering gaze, something in your chest tightened, cheeks burning deeper, it almost felt like a thousand needles prickling your skin.
â. . It suits you.â He said at last.
You blinked, brows knitting together, âThatâs it?â
âYou expected more?â
âI expected something. Iâm about to be married off to the Oak Family Head and become the half of Penaconyâs model pair, surely that warrants something far better than âit suits youâ.â
âYou always did prefer honest reponses.â That caught you off guard. Sunday wasnât one to reminisce about the pastâat least not with youâbut he has done it twice now, once back at Aideen Park and once today.
You didnât reply nor did you acknowledge how his gaze softened slightly, âWell, if you want honesty then . . you look exquisite and the dress harmonizes with your beauty perfectly,â The end of his sentence ended awkwardly, as if he wanted to speak more but ultimately decided to hold back.
You were well aware there was no romance behind his compliment, it was merely an honest, straightforward one but you couldnât help suck in a breath. You looked away, clearing your throat lightly, once again smoothing a none existent crease on the dress, âThatâs the goal, isnât it? To make me look presentable for the big day.â
Sunday hummed absentmindedly causing you to risk a glance at him once more, his eyes were still on you but this time he wasnât assessing, he was admiring.
âHow is it then? Convincing enough for you, Mr. Sunday?â
His gaze finally drew upwards âtil it met your own, a strange glint flickered in his honeyed eyes, â. . Too convincing.â
Whatever that meant
Before you could respond, the head assistant spoke just beyond the drawn curtains, effectively breaking the . . moment between you and Sunday. Akin to a deer caught in headlights, you slightly stepped away from the latter; funnily enough, there was already a great distance between the two of you but somehow you just felt like distancing yourself further.
âMiss, we need to finalize the veil fitting.â
You cleared your throat, trying to burn down Sundayâs weighted stare, âOf course.â
â. . I should take my leave then.â His gaze lingered on your face but you didnât dare meet it. With that, he let out a soft sigh, turning around to part the curtains and leave but before he could even take one step, you called out his name, tone laced with . . desperation?
âS-Sunday . . ?â You werenât sure why you did it or what possessed you to even utter his name yet somehow, you felt it was necessary to do so; though, you didnât know what to say because now, Sunday looked over his shoulderâcitrine gaze, full of hidden curiosity, just above his ivory wingâwaiting for what was to come next.
âIâll see you later, okay?â What did that even mean? Why did you say that? You were certain Sunday was just as confused about your reply as you were but he didnât seem to let on, in fact, without so much of a hitch, he tilted his head, gave a little smileâone that had you biting the inside of your cheekâand replied, âOf course.â
Then, without another word, he gave both attendants a nod of acknowledgement before heading for the door.
Moment of Blue Hour
After two strenuous weeks of running around the Dreamscapeâwhether it be for work or for wedding preparationsâthe big day finally came, and in all honesty, you werenât sure what to feel. The morning felt like a huge blur, attendants rushed in and out of the bridal suite to tend to you, and several loved ones visited in between, it served as a gentle reminder that you werenât entirely alone. At least not today.
The first to check on you was Robin, she had peeked into your suite with a warm smile on her face, though, it didnât quite reach her eyes. You didnât blame her, she knew of the situation and you assumed she also didnât know how to feel for youâhappiness seemed too cruel but sadness would also dampen the unsteady mood that lingered within the atmosphere.
The least she could leave you with was encouragement and a few good words about her brother: âI know you know my older brother well enough so I wonât say much but . . he will never hurt you. You and I both know he wants the best for everyone, and that includes you.â
The next two who visited were Ms. Maeven Ellis and Siobhan who stayed a little longer with you, especially the latterâout of the three, Lady Siobhan was probably the only one who understood your emotions the most as she, too, was pressured with countless expectations within the Iris Family as the second to the Head.
Being an adoptive older sister, she always looked out for you, most of them during young days where Ms. Maeven Ellis would push you to take acting classes. Though, despite the formerâs efforts of letting you choose your own path, you did eventually end up in the artistic industry just like everyone else in the Iris Family.
The Eventide was as romantic as ever, docked in the Sea of Dreams where its tranquil waters lulled guests with awe. Warm lights illuminated the expansive boat, it bathed everything in a gentle gleam of gold; its cathedral-like structure effortlessly blended reverence and spectacle, a quiet yet bold message that The Family did not hold back on this grand event.Â
Rows upon rows of guests filled the hall, a sea of fine silk and polished smilesâthough, however warm they may be, all you could feel were the weight of their stares, a sense of anticipation that settled over your shoulders, it seemed to be heavier than the gown you wore.
The cameras also didnât help, the subtle click of the shutter every second or so, they hovered discreetly and blended within the crowd but you knew they were there, capturing every movement and emotion etched into your face.
And as you stood at the altar facing Sunday, your hands resting atop his bigger ones, you trembled slightlyâa barely noticeable crack on the surface of the glass. He must have noticed because within the next second, his hands squeezed your own, a gentle action to ground you, to serve as a reminder that only you and him mattered in this momentânot the officiant, not the guests, just you and him. A soft, shaky breath escaped your crimson-stained lips, you mirrored Sundayâs action. A small thank you.
The officiantâs voice carried smoothly through the air, unwavering as he spoke of harmony and unity, of two individuals converging into one for the sake of something greater; you heard his words but they felt far away, almost muffled and dream-like. Your focus drifted over to the feeling of Sundayâs hands in yours, to the warmth of it, to the quiet reminder that despite everything, this moment was real
Well, at least parts of it were but you wanted to believe that softness in Sundayâs gaze as he watched you walk down the aisle earlier was genuineâthat it wasnât a mask he prepared and wore for this ceremony but youâd be lying to yourself. To you, Sunday was the hardest book to decipher, the more you read in between lines and paragraphs, the more youâd doubt your thoughts.
â. . And by the authority vested in me, I now pronounce youââ
Your breath caught and the room seemed to still.
ââHusband and wife.â The officiant paused for a split second, letting the words linger in the air and manifest into existence. Then, he continued,
âYou may now kiss the bride.â
As his words echoed in your mind, your gaze slowly lifted to Sundayâs and for a moment, you both hesitated. He was the first to move, his head inclined towards youâeyes fluttering shutâslowly leaning in, his hands rested on either side of your waist; the quiet hum of the Dreamscape faded into the background as the space between your faces narrowed with each long second.
This was a part of the performance, you both knew that but it wasnât something that was rehearsed, and even though you were an actress yourselfâwhere kissing co-actors came naturallyâthis felt entirely different.
You closed your eyes, heart stuttering, the traitorous beast banging against the cold bars of your chest; for a second, you wondered if Sunday could hear it but upon noticing the unreadable expression on his face, you assumed he was focused on how to approach the kiss everyone anticipatedâthe subtle pause in his breath was enough to tell you it wasnât easy for him either.
And just as Sunday was about to seal the kiss, he gracefully lifted a wing to obscure the view, leaving everyone unaware of the small distance between you and him; it was deliberate yet to everyone else, the veil of feathers seemed natural given the way your faces were angled slightly. The perfect illusion of an elegant kiss.
âForgive me, I do not wish to make you uncomfortable in front of everyone. This . . should suffice, we do not have to go all the way.â Sunday whispered dangerously close, your knees almost buckled at the feel of his hot breath ghosting over your lips.
Your hands, which rested atop his clothed chest, curled slightly, nails digging into the hearts of your palms, âRight . .â You whispered back.
You told yourself it didnât matter, that Sunday only thought of respecting your boundariesâas a matter of fact, you should even be grateful that he didnât force you and yet something in your chest dipped in disappointment. Albeit small and quiet, it was significant enough to feel it within your ribcage, the low murmur of your heart.
Of course. Sunday would never force something like that and you respected him for it! But . . you couldnât help think that he simply didnât want to kiss you. As childish as it sounded, you were convinced.
You bit the insides of your cheeks, lids tightly pressed against your eyes, you didnât dare take a small peak. Not when his face was barely centimetres away from your own and absolutely not when his intoxicating scent invaded your senses. The wings behind your ears rustled briefly, brushing against Sundayâs.
Slowly, the moment passed; each camera click and quiet gasps from the guests enveloped the enchanting scene at the altar. A few seconds later, his wing loweredâas graceful as everâonce again revealing you both to everyone else, and it was like the entire room breathed out a long sigh.
The guests responded instantly, applause swelled throughout the Eventide, everyone wore a smile on their faces, completely convinced by what theyâd witnessed.
You pulled away first, immediately turning to the crowd with the most genuine smile you could muster, trying to mirror everyone elseâs joyous expression.
Among the guests, you caught Robinâs gaze who sat on the front row pewâshe wore a smile like everyone else but her cerulean eyes gleamed with apology; you assumed she felt partly responsible for her brotherâs decision regarding the marriage but you never blamed her, if there was anyone to blame it would be the Dreammaster but youâd never dare utter it into existence. After all, you were just pawns in his Dreamscape.
Funnily enough, as the person who decided you and Sunday to be married, he didnât attend today, youâve heard whispers within the Dewlight Pavilion that the Dreammaster wasnât feeling too well these days, not that you cared about the man. You may have grew up with him around but that doesn't mean youâve warmed up to him; he still carried the same unsettling aura he had when you were a kid.
After the long awaited ceremony, everyone settled into the reception where an abundance of congratulatory greetings and hugs were given to you and Sunday; most of them came from close co-actors who youâve worked with on previous films, they also took the time to converse with him and didnât hold back with such questions.
âOkay, this might be a bit silly to ask but who fell in love first?â Cassianâa co-actor youâve grown close withâasked with pure curiosity, his hazelnut gaze darted between the two of you, he nursed a half empty glass of SoulGlad, swishing the golden liquid within as he stood before the table you and Sunday sat on.
You briefly looked over to Sunday who already had his eyes on you. âI did,â You started, setting your gaze back to Cassian and pairing it with a small smile.
âThis is actually the first time Iâm admitting this but . . Iâve had a crush on him ever since we were kids so Iâm assuming it was me who fell in love firstâI mean, who wouldnât, right? He was kind and caring, and from then on, my young heart knew who it wanted.â
With every word that rolled from your tongue, heat that blanketed your cheeks intensified. Obviously, everything you stated was the truth but saying it aloud in front of him was rather embarrassing even if he didnât have a clue how real it was.
A confession veiled as a lie.
You could feel Sundayâs honeyed gaze boring into the side of your face but you kept your eyes on Cassian who animatedly cooed in response, âWell, arenât you a lucky one, Mr. Sunday!â The brunette inclined his glass towards the two of you as if making a toast.
Sunday chuckled softly in response, uttering a small âIndeed, I am.â You ignored the stutter in your chest.
âDo you guys have a destination for the honeymoon? There are so many worlds to choose from!â
You let out a cough, the heat from your cheeks spreading down the column of your neck and onto your chest where it bloomed, âA-Ah, well! Sunday and I decided that weâll have to push back our honeymoon for a while. With the Charmony Festival approaching in less than a few months, heâd be busy with preparation and as for my schedule, itâs packed with shootsâyou should know.â
Cassian enthusiastically nodded, âThatâs right! Weâve an upcoming film togetherâI canât believe I forgot! Well, I shouldnât take up anymore of your time, the two of you should enjoy your first few moments as husband and wife. Haha! Iâll get going then. Oh and Iâll see you on set!â With that, the brunette excused himself and headed for the open bar.
âI wasnât aware Mr. Cassian is going to play the lead role along with you.â Sunday curiously stated. You shrugged, âI wasnât aware you were interested in my matters but yes, we will be in a romance film together. Why? Interested in seeing it in the theatres once it comes out, Mr. Sunday?â
He let out a humourless laugh, âI liked your little story earlier. The one you told Mr. Cassian.â
Little story. Well, little did he know how true it all was.
This was supposed to be a happy day but with the amount of times Sunday had unknowingly shattered your naĂŻve heart into more and more pieces today alone, you werenât certain how long youâd last in this foolish charade, and you couldnât blame him at allânot that you had anyone else to blame but your feelings.
âWhat can I say? Iâve been told Iâm amazing when it comes to improvising.â You didnât meet his gaze, instead, your eyes scanned around the room, pretending to skim and scan, feigning interest in the uninteresting.
Well, at least the guests looked like they were having more fun than youâthey laughed over clinked glasses and exquisite Penaconian dishes, a genuine expression of joy painted on their alcohol tinted faces.
Sunday left the conversation at that and tended to his own glass, briefly swirling the liquid inside before taking a calculated sip; the golden beverage blanketed his tastebuds, its familiar sweetness putting his mind at ease. He wasnât certain of the reason but he felt somewhat odd upon hearing your reply, the feeling irked him down to the bone.
Clearly, it was an uncharted territory and Sunday despised places he couldnât controlâthe unknown and the unpredictable. He hated the thought of not knowing how to unpack his emotions.
But the real question was: Why did he feel this way? and what was the root of it? Maybe it was stress getting to him, he rarely got decent sleep and his daily schedule was always packed. Yeah, definitely stress.
Old Oak Family Manor (Reality)
A few tiring system hours later, you and Sunday were finally surrounded by pure silenceâno prying eyes, no endless questions, just silence. The two of you found yourselves inside the old Oak Family manor, a separate building from the Hotel that stood in Reality but remained just as grand and expansive.
âSo . . youâre the only one who lives here now? What about the Dreammaster?â
The manor stood like a quiet declaration of wealthâjust as youâve always remembered it to beâit gleamed like polished marble kissed by dawn, its towering windows framed with intricate carvings and draped with silken curtains.
Everything felt all too familiar and with every turn of your head, an old, tucked memory resurfaced like a bubble floating upwardsâthe curved staircase you and the twins would sit on to tell ghost stories, the expansive field outside where youâd spend afternoons running around, and . . Sundayâs room where he and Robin would âperformâ concerts .
The very room both of you stood in.
You had spent enough time in the old Oak Family manor to know that his room barely changedâsure, his toys were replaced with endless stacks of books and documents, and his bed no longer housed soft plushes but apart from those, everything was the same.
âEver since I was appointed Head, this manor was entrusted to me. I am not aware of Mr. Gopher Woodâs whereabouts nor do I question it.â
âYou donât have company?â âI have attendants.â
You let out a snort which earned a raised brow from him, âThatâs different, Sunday. The attendants work here.â The manor used to be so lively, now it felt completely empty and a little cold; you couldnât help but wonder if Sunday ever felt lonely, especially with a building so vastâwas he haunted by the echoes of his lone footsteps? Did he ever avoid eating in the dining room because heâd be the only one sitting at the long table?
âNevermind, disregard my last question. Though, I do have another one, are you sure youâre comfortable with me sleeping here? I mean, there are tons of other rooms in this manor.â Naturally, since you were now married to Sunday, it only made sense to reside together in the Oak Family manor, however, you didnât expect to actually share a room with him.
âYouâre my wife, are you not? If anything, itâd only rouse suspicions from attendants about us sleeping in different rooms,â
He had a point.
 âAnd just because our marriage stands on falsehoods does not mean I wonât uphold my role as your husband. Iâm sure youâre aware Iâm not that kind of man.â Sunday continued. Again, he was right, he certainly wasnât the type of person to slack off just because he was out of the spotlight and you didnât know whether that was a blessing or a curse.
âI suggest you wash up first, it has been a long day, after all, and your clothes are in the closet.â Oh, thatâs right, you almost forgot about your belongings, thanks to the help of the Bloodhound Family, all of them were transported to the manor safe and sound; you assumed the attendants must have unpacked it all for you.
You absentmindedly nodded, trying to process the fact that you were now bound not only to Sunday but the manor as well for the rest of your lifeâthat you would come home every single night and sleep beside him.
A foreign feeling washed over your body, the feeling that would grow from the depths of your core in response to a drastic change in your life. It wasnât unsettling nor uncomfortable per se but it was extremely hard to ignore.
Bathing beneath the warm water took a lot longer than youâd intended, the feel of it against your bare skin soothed you so much that it almost felt like someone had wrapped you in a cozy hug, one that youâve been deprived of these days.
Now, sitting on your side of the bedâthe left sideâin your silken nightie, you carefully combed your freshly dried hair, a thousand thoughts coursing through your mind and none of them were coherent.
Sure, what you were wearing was designed entirely for sleeping but Xipe above! You felt absolutely exposed; the way its flimsy straps slid down your shoulders every other minute didnât help at all.
Even the way Sundayâs honeyed eyes widened when you walked out of the bathroom clearly meant he was taken aback by the brazenness of your attireâor the lack of it. But could you really blame yourself? Prior to tonight, you lived alone and that meant you could wear whatever you wanted to bed with no one to judge.
Setting the comb on the night stand beside you, you quickly tucked yourself beneath the ivory duvet upon hearing the shower turn off; if you hid yourself inside the bed, it would make you feel less exposed to Sunday, you pulled on the duvet âtil it covered all the way up to the base of your neck.
Yeah, this seemed about right.
He stepped out of the bathroom, clad in a pair of matching pyjamas, hair and wings damp, it took him only about three steps before he stopped in his tracks, gaze fixated on you.
âIs the temperature too cold for your liking . . ?â Sunday stood there dumbfounded at the silly sight before himâyou, on the bed with just your head and neck sticking out from under the duvet.
âNo, itâs perfectly fine. Why do you ask?â You shook your head, blinking up at him. He replied with a small sigh, âIf this is about your . . attire then rest assured I do not mind but if you feel uncomfortable, I can offer you a top to wear over.â He immediately looked away, feigning a cough.
His reply may have been nonchalant but you caught how the tips of his ears flushed a deep pink hue; obviously he, too, was as embarrassed as you were, only he was better at hiding it.
Once again, you shook your head, âI donât want to bother you with such trivial matters. Besides, Iâll be going to sleep soon.â
Sunday wordlessly nodded before turning off the lights and proceeding to walk towards the shared bedâtowards you.
As darkness filled the entire room in an instant, you swallowed thickly, trying to calm your poor, poor heart as his footsteps echoed closer than the last; you closed your eyes as he lifted the duvetâa breeze of cool air momentarily enveloping your bare skinâhe slipped inside and the mattress dipped beneath his weight, it made you realise just how small of a space there was between your bodies.
Not enough to have your bare arm brushing against his clothed one but enough to feel warmth that radiated from him.
âPardon me but would you have trouble sleeping if I turned on a lamp?â Sunday whispered into the darkness.
âI donât mind but are you not going to sleep? Itâs well past midnight.â You opened your eyes and inclined your head, facing him.
âIâll be writing for a bit as sleep has not yet caught up to me.â The bedside lamp turned on with a soft click which immediately illuminated his half of the bed, casting a warm gentle glow on his softened features. You replied with a wordless nod before turning your back to him and letting the faint sound of pen and paper sully you into endless clouds of dreams.
A couple of pages and half a system hour later, Sunday finally looked up from the inked pages of his book. Curious, he glanced over at your sleeping form which remained with your back towards him, he watched the rhythmic rise and fall with every shallow breath.
Compared to earlier, more of your torso peeked from beneath the duvet, he noticed how the flimsy strap of your nightie had fallen from your shoulder and took the initiativeâafter whispering an apology for his brazen behaviourâto lean over and fix it.
Sunday let out a sigh, he pulled the shared duvet upwards to cover your shoulder before returning to his side of the bed.
For some reason, he couldnât help but feel that you held disdain for himâand honestly? Rightfully so because truthfully speaking, he had foolishly roped you into an eternal duty without your consent, without considering how you would feel about the entire idea. It wasnât like him to involve others in such serious matters, and if given the opportunity to shoulder the problem alone, he wouldâve done so in a heartbeat.
Sunday gazed down at his book once more, catching a glimpse of glimmering gold wrapped around a digit of his left handâhis wedding band, it shone quietly beneath the warm glow of the lamp. He brought his hand up to examine the piece of jewellery, honeyed gaze following each curve of the intricate pattern engraved on it. Despite its small size, it sat heavy on his finger and whether it was the weight of burden or something more, he had no idea.
Funnily enough, never in a million years did he think heâd be married before Robin; sure, he was the older twin but relationships and marriage rarely crossed his mind, and as embarrassing as it was, flirting definitely wasnât for him either.
Moment of Morning Dew
âSo what youâre suggesting is a date?â
âIndeed.â
âWow, I didnât know you were quite the romantic, Oak Family Head.â
âTo be frank, it wasnât my idea. It was merely suggested to me and I think itâd be appropriate to make occasional appearances in public as husband and wife.â
Well, there goes romance out of the window. So it was tied to duty after all, and here you were thinking Sunday acted out of his own will for once but if there was anyone to blame the feeling of slight disappointment, it would be none other than you and your naĂŻve heart.
It had only been a little over a month after the marriage yet youâve already been met with disappointments and you hated yourself for feeling that way because it wasnât even Sundayâs faultâhe was only upholding his role but you? You had mistaken his actions for reality.
The chaste forehead kisses whenever he visited you on set paired with a humble bouquet of flowers, the endearments he called you in front of your co-actors, holding your handâall these were initiated by him and every single time, like a fool, you had mistaken it for something sincere.
How ironic that between the two of you, Sunday would be the better actor. Youâve paid him a visit countless times in Dewlight Pavilion when you werenât needed on setâbrought him food, offered him a shoulder massage whenever he seemed visibly stressed, and even tried convincing him to take a breather but you were rigid and hesitant.
Today just happened to be one of those days where you visited him. As usual, you were as stiff as a board and your words barely held any sincerity in them, as if you merely read off a script.Â
And maybe thatâs why he took the initiative to lead because he had sensed your hesitancy regarding everything.
âWhere are we headed?â You raised a brow, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.
Sunday gathered every document on his table and stacked them neatly in a pile before placing it to the side, âAideen Park. I heard there was a small event happening there and I thought we could pay a visit.â
Moment of Golden Hour
Aideen Park was livelier than normal, people lined up for several reasonsâfood trucks, photobooths, and even a mini ferris wheel ride. Naturally, the band which usually performed at the heart of the Park gained quite a crowd as well, they played an upbeat melody to fit the joyous atmosphere. Several booths and signage within the vicinity was enough to deduce that this public event was run by SoulGlad with their iconic logo plastered everywhere.
âHm? Did SoulGlad release a new flavour?â You fell into a step beside Sunday, eyes fixated on a stall where a staff happily gave away freebies and judging by the unfamiliar packaging of SoulGlad in his hand, it had to be a new flavour.
He nodded, jutting out his right arm which you wordlessly held on to, âIndeed, SoulGlad has released a new flavour called Charmony to honour the Charmony Festival. I figured Iâd acquire several bottles for Robin.â
You hummed at his reply. It was nice knowing he still thought about his sister even in her absence, at heart, Sunday was truly just an older brother taking care of his family and it warmed your heart more than anything.
Youâve always wondered how he felt when Robin left Penacony; from what you could remember, it was a crucial turning point in their lives as well as yoursâher music career was taking off, Sunday was training to be Bronze Melodia, and you had just secured your first lead role.
âHave you had the chance to try the new flavour?â You asked, shaking the thoughts away.
At your question, he shook his head, âI have heard from several people that it has its own unique twist to it. Now, I know we have personal security around but itâs best to stay close to me with this many people present.â
With his free arm, he adjusted your hand on his clothed bicep, allowing you to hold him better. âItâs not like Iâm going to run away.â You murmured, ignoring the blanket of heat settling on your cheeks.
There had already been a few instances where you had held Sunday by his bicep like this or his hand but youâve never gotten used to the feeling of his body pressed closely against your own.
Even through the fabric of his blazer, merely touching him seared your skin like a thousand flamesâit felt like it was forbidden to do so yet at the same time, you couldnât quite pull away even if you wanted to.
Sunday led the two of you to a food truck lined with customers and on the way there, you were both excitedly greeted by many event goers and passerbys, with some even coming up to you for autographs and photos.
You only managed to get through three autographs and two photos before Sunday came up behind you, a chivalrous hand hovering on the small of your back as he gently ushered you away, a wing curled around the back of your head, âWe should get going before people start shoving one another to get signatures and such.â
Nodding, you smiled apologetically before bidding them good bye, âIt was nice seeing you all! I hope everyone enjoys this SoulGlad event!â
âPardon my intrusion but I noticed you were getting quite flustered so I took matters into my own hands.â Sunday apologised, not realising his handâwhich rested on your lower backâhad protectively snaked around your waist, it pulled you closer to him, effectively turning your legs into jello. If it wasnât for his hold, you wouldâve already kissed the grounds of Aideen Park.
Oh god, you hoped he hadnât noticed how your torso shook with a small shudder. You feigned a cough, âT-Thatâs quite okay, Sunday. Thank you. What did you want to ordââ
âMr and Mrs Sunday! How lovely to see Penaconyâs harmonious couple in our humble event!â One of the SoulGlad staff at the food truck rushed over to the back of the line where you and Sunday stood, effectively gaining attention from customers in the queue. They turned around and whispered amongst themselves, not-so-subtly pointing at you both.
Sunday greeted the Pepeshi staff with a smile, âAh, hello. Thank you for having us.âÂ
âAre you two seeking to order? I can take it in advance so the two of you wonât have to wait!â He excitedly spoke, the fluff ball atop his head vigorously swinging back and forth.
In unison, you and Sunday both shook your heads, declining his kind offer, âWe shanât. She and I are here as humble customers, we donât mind waiting a little while. It would be unfair for those who are before us.â
âNo such thing! Mr. Sunday and Mrs are our esteemed guests! You know what? Iâll go ahead and get two servings of our best sellerâClockie Pizza!â Before the two of you could humbly decline once more, the Pepeshi had already taken off towards the food truck, excitement budding with every step he took.
Within a few minutes, he came running back with two servings of Clockie Pizza on a paper plate, steam which radiated from the slices indicated it was freshly taken from the oven.
âHere you are! Two slices for our very special customers, enjoy!â Both of you thanked the Pepeshi staff as he handed the plate over to Sunday, he gave the two of you another excited smile before skipping off towards the food truck. You and Sunday could only exchange lopsided smiles, not really knowing what to make out of the situation; as much as you felt bad, you were pretty hungry so you were absolutely more than thankful.
After eating, the two of you found yourselves in one of the photobooths (Embarrassingly, Sunday had noticed you were staring intently at them while you were eating and asked if you wanted to go). Naturally, the booth had limited space inside which meant you two had to squeeze yourselves on the benchâarms and legs flushed against one another.
You tried not to think about how your wing momentarily brushed his own, his ivory feathers tickling yours; Haloviansâ wings were a sensitive area and one couldnât just reach out and have a feel of it, many Halovians treat their wings as the most important part of their body and consider it an intimate gesture if they willingly let someone touch it.
âHow does one operate this?â He drew the crimson curtain on his left side to close off the booth before turning to you with a hint of confusion on his face. At his question, you mirrored his expression, brows drawn together, âHave you not tried one before?âNevermind. We simply press this button on the screen to get started and once it starts, the camera takes three pictures so we have to think of different poses for each frame.â
âAnd oh, itâs timed so efficiency is needed.â
âSeems quite pressuring, no?â Sunday humourlessly laughed. This was his first time trying out a photobooth machine and the thought of coming up with three different poses in a span of mere seconds . . He couldnât even think of one off the top of his head.
âOh? Is the Oak Family Head intimidated by a photobooth? Well, if you ever feel stuck, you can go ahead and copy my poses. Ready?â You glanced over at him who only nodded in response, honeyed pupils gleaming beneath the harsh lights of the booth.
Without another word, you leaned over and pressed the button in the middle before quickly getting into a poseâthe classic smile with a peace sign.
On the other hand, Sunday blinked as he watched numbers on the screen count down. 3. Ah, what pose should he do? 2. Maybe just a smile? Would that be too formal? 1. He quickly looked over to you to imitate your pose but before he could even get his hand in position, the camera brightly flashed indicating that the first photo had been taken.
âQuick! Finish off the other half of this heart!â
As the screen began counting down once more, Sunday hesitantly mirrored your gesture with his left hand. Four fingers curl like so . . and how does the thumb go? Ah, straight down at an angle. Then, place it against her hand. While he mused over how to complete the hand heart, the camera flashed once again. Another photo taken, another frame where he wasnât ready. Why are photobooths so hard?
âWhy donât we just do a smile?âÂ
Finally, something he could get behind. The two of you instinctively squeezed closer, inclining your heads towards one another with smiles on your face, then, the camera flashed. Sunday let out a soft sigh, itâs as if weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
A small laugh escaped your lips as the two of you exited the booth, âNot bad for your first photobooth experience, huh?â You didnât notice how heated your skin had become âtil the air outside pressed against you like an icy envelope.
âYou are teasing.â Sunday stared at you with a deadpan expression which only pulled another laugh.
The small machine whirred to life, producing two copies of the strip, you took them both and handed one over to him, âThis one is yours, Mr. Oak Family Head.â
You took the time to examine each frame and couldnât help but crack a smile at how clueless he looked in the first two photos; the first one was him blankly glancing over at you while on the second one, he wore a confused expression while glancing down at his half of the hand heart.
As for the third photo, you didnât want to look at it for too long. Not because it was hideous or any of that sortâquite the oppositeâbut because both of you looked like an actual happy couple, a pair who loved one another. You swallowed thickly.
âWhere shall we head next? Up for a ferris wheel ride?â Tucking the photo strip inside the pocket of your jacket, you looked up at Sunday with a calculated smile on your face. His gaze lingered on you for a second longer as if to search for something but nonetheless, he nodded.
The ferris wheel carriage was quite small, meaning either you and Sunday would have to squeeze togetherâagainâon one side of the carriage or sit on opposite sides; obviously, both of you opted for the latter, which despite facing one another, at least gave you room to breathe.
You avoided fully facing him by slightly angling yourself sideways to gaze beyond the carriage; the ride wasnât as grand as the one in Clock Studios Theme Park but it was able to reveal a great area of Golden Hour once at the top.
Below, Penaconians went on about their day as usualâwhether it be shopping, working or simply taking a leisurely stroll in the Moment, you watched as they led their own lives, wondering what it felt like to be a normal Penaconian.
But what did normal mean for you, exactly? You wished you had the answer.
Sunday knew it was rude to stare but he simply couldnât bring himself to stop either. Earlier, when you were examining the photo strip, he had noticed the solemn expression on your face; how the corners of your lips sunk ever so slightly and the faint gleam of sadness in your eyes.
A wave of regret hit him once more, the same way it had done for the past monthâhard. And now as he watched you observe the Dreamscape below, he couldnât help but feel responsible for your sadness. There had been many instances where he had caught you with a somber expression but he never dared address it, though now seemed like a great opportunity.
âAre you quite alright?â
Turning your head to him, you drew your brows together, âOf course. Why wouldnât I be?â
Sunday pressed his lips in a thin line, âYou . . can always talk to me. As a friend.â
You chuckled, adjusting your body so you could face him fully, âIs the Oak Family Head missing his Bronze Melodia days?â
Deflectingâthatâs what you were doing, a habit he never once liked from you but as concerned as he was, he didnât press any further. Doing so would most likely only worsen whatever you housed inside your chest, and he didnât want to be the cause of that. Maybe some day youâd finally open up to him about all your worries and feelings but for now, heâd wait even if it meant waiting for eons.
Moment of Sol
âAh, Mr. Sunday! Lovely to see you here once again. As you can see, weâre about to start filming so itâs best to keep quiet. Other than that, feel free to watch.â The directorâwho he had come to know as Thaddeusâgleefully whispered before heading to his seat. The former wasnât old, most likely in his early forties but he did don several silvery strands on his head along with a full beard.
Sunday made his way over to a quiet corner behind all the film crew with a decent view of the scene unfolding before him. The set was a large bedroom dimmed to convey a sultry atmosphere, in the middle sat a large bed draped in crimson sheets where you and Cassian were positioned. Judging by this, he could easily deduce that the scene you were filming was rather intimateâit was a romance film after all.
During the previous times he had visited you, the scenes he witnessed were more . . family friendly. Scenes where Celestineâthe character you playedâmerely caught up with her friends in a coffee shop and all of that sort; there was one that Sunday particularly took a liking to, where you and Cassian argued back and forthâan intense quarrel between two lovers.
It reminded him how much of an amazing actress you were, he didnât want to admit it but that scene moved him enough to make his eyes water, he could only imagine what it would look like on the big screen. But this scene was entirely different, Sunday had never seen you act intimately before and heâd be lying if he said he wasnât curious.
âQuiet on set! Pictures up! Roll sound! Roll camera! Marker . . and action!â
Clap!
The slateâs sound echoed throughout the entire set and Sunday watched as you and Cassian instantly got into character. He sucked in a breath as the two of you slowly inched closer to one another, sealing each otherâs lips in a heated kiss.
Soft, wet sounds filled the room, the kiss deepened and turned into something less innocent and for a brief moment, Sunday forgot he was in a set, and that the scene before him was scripted.
He swallowed thickly, shifting his weight from one foot to another as Cassian roamed his hands all over your body, even going as far as raking his palms along your clothed chest and the area behind your wings. A dainty whimper slipped past your kiss-bitten slips in between breaths, followed by a whisper of his name.Â
Something strange bubbled within Sundayâs chest, he was well aware everything was scripted but seeing another man brazenly touch you with lust and fervour, and hearing you breathe out someone elseâs name did not feel right at all. Was he jealous? No. But he wasnât entirely fine with this either.Â
Nonetheless, Sunday didnât have the right to have a say on these matters so he kept quiet and continued watching how Cassian eagerly shoved his tongue past your lips like a hungry beast. He didnât even realise his jaw had tightened and the tips of his fingers had dug into the hearts of his palms âtil the Thaddeus yelled âCut!â ultimately breaking immersion. The two of you pulled away from one another, breathless and hair mussed.
âCassian, remember to angle your arm slightly or else we wonât be able to see her faceââÂ
As the director gave him instructions, you managed to spot a familiar face within the small crowd of film crew, his golden halo shone lightly beneath the artificial set lightingâSunday.
Xipe above, you almost forgot he was going to pay you a visit today, not that you didnât want him to come, itâs just that having him watch an erotic scene with yourself and Cassian felt odd. You were embarrassed, to say the least. As an actress, you took yourself out of comfort zones countless times for different roles and they were no easy feat but who knew youâd be struggling to act in an intimate scene before Sunday?
With a lopsided smile, you shyly waved at him to which he responded with an incline of his head. Whether he had a smile on his face or not, you werenât sure, you couldnât see clearly beyond the lighting.
Sunday, in fact, did not have a smile on his face
It was childish and idiotic to sulk over such a minor thing and if he could stop his chest from tightening weirdly, he would have done so already but he couldnât, and now a subtle frown blanketed his face. He tried to look at the bright sideâhow talented you were at acting and how proud he was that youâve come so far but god he was powerless to his own thoughts.
âAlright, from the top! Sound! Cameras! Marker and . . action!â
Clap!
Again, the entire room snapped into place, including you and Cassian. For the second time, Sunday watched in silence as the two of you passionately made out once more, this time the scene escalated to him pushing you down on the mattress below, lips still locked onto your own, and hands pinned against the pillows.
Even with your eyes closed and even with Cassian smothering you like there was no tomorrow, you could feel the heat of Sundayâs gaze from beyond the cameras and lightsâthe intensity of it. Getting into the zone was second nature to you yet you couldnât shake off the nagging thought that he was watching you, it felt like you were cheating right in front of his face; Sunday probably didnât mind at all but still.
This went on for a few more minutes until Thaddeus was satisfied with the outcome and wrapped up the scene, âActors, we need you in a wardrobe change and can we please rearrange lighting on the set for the next scene?â
With that, you stood up from the bed and walked over to Sunday who greeted you with a small smile, âHey, Iâm glad youâre here.â You mirrored his smile before loosely wrapping your arms around his waist. A simple performance in front of everyone. He did the same and placed a chaste kiss on the crown of your head.
âYou did well, my love.â
Your heart stuttered.
âMm, really? Iâm glad you think so.â
âWell, I shanât take up any more of your time. Mr. Thaddeus did mention a wardrobe change for you, right?â Sunday slightly pulled back, a warm smile on his face as he gazed down at you. Ah, you wished he stayed for a little longer even though embarrassment ate you alive in his presence but alas, he was a busy man, so you simply nodded,
âIâll see you around?â The corners of your lips curled into a smile.
He hummed, he gave you another chaste kiss, this time on your forehead before completely letting go of you. Oh, god. Was it merely your imagination or was he acting extra . . touchy? You wouldnât even dream of putting Sunday and touchy in the same sentenceâthey were like two magnets with the same side that repelled one another but his actions proved otherwise. Or maybe you were highly delusional.
Before he could walk away any further, you called out to him, âSunday?â He turned around, an expectant look painted on his face.
âI . .â Love you? Was that what you were going to say? There was no harm in that, right? Right? Come to think of it, neither of you had ever uttered those wordsâwere you about to start now? Technically, the two of you were married and expressing love to one another was normal. God, why were you even overthinkingâ
Whatever.
âI love you.â
Sundayâs wings momentarily rustled, a hint of shock washed over his face, albeit subtle, you caught on. His chest tightened but it wasnât the same feeling as earlier, it didnât hurt, instead, it felt like a dainty butterfly fluttering inside his ribcage. He stared at you momentarily, the rush of everyone else around fading into the background, his breaths turned shallow and slightly uneven. Was he sick?
âI . . love you, too.â And without another word, he left.
Fake. Fake. Fake. Fake!
You reminded yourself this marriage was fake and so was his response but your heart believed otherwise because now it pounded against the bars of your ribs, it wanted to leap out and find comfort in the warmth of his palms. Heat spread from your cheeks, along the column of your neck, and all the way down to your chestâit bloomed like a fiery flower, its blazing petals hungry for more.Â
The urge to tell Sunday as soon as possible settled in your heart.
The night before the Charmony Festival, Old Oak Family Manor (Reality)
Unfortunately, with both your schedules tightly packed, you rarely saw Sunday within the past weekâonly some nights during ungodly hours where he carefully slipped next to you in bed but other than that, no words were exchanged, and as much as you wanted to talk to him, exhaustion weighed on your body. And as soon as you were enveloped by the softness of the bed, it immediately lulled you into a deep sweet dream.
Tonight wasnât any different, you came home to yet another empty houseâsave for the attendantsâwithout Sunday and frankly, you were worried he wasnât getting the proper rest he needed. You did leave him a couple of messages earlier between your shoots simply asking how he was but he never replied to them, though that wasn't surprising given how close the festival was.
The shared bed felt a lot colder and bigger as you slipped beneath the covers, you turned to face Sundayâs side, stretching out an arm as if to reach for him only to be met with emptiness. A small sigh slipped past your lips, you silently prayed to Xipe that THEY would answer your wishes to see him soon.Â
For now, you closed your eyes and went to sleep.
11 system hours later
Riââng!
âRinâg!
Ring!
At the sound of your phone, you stirred awake in bed, sleep still weighed heavy on your body. Was that your alarm? You didnât remember setting one last night . . Nonetheless, you slowly opened your eyes and reached for the device atop the wooden nightstand, bringing it to your face. You blinked a few times, doing your best to adjust the blur of your vision to see better.
Mr. Oti Alfalfa
Huh? Why was the Alfalfa Family Head calling you? As if your entire body was doused in icy water, you quickly shot up, fingers raked through your mussed hair as you answered, âH-Hello?â
âAh, it seems youâve finally woken up, Miss.â
âMr. Oti Alfalfa! My sincere apologies, it had been a long night . . May I ask why youâre calling?â You rubbed your temples, looking at the wall clock to check the timeâ11 system hours?! Youâve been asleep for 11 system hours? Just how tired were you last night? Though, with the weight of sleep on you, it did feel like you slept for quite a while, almost like a never ending dream.
âThe Family has cleared your schedule for today, we require your presence at the Dewlight Pavilion right this moment. There are important matters to be discussed.â
At the mention of The Familyâs residence, you looked over to your right. No Sunday, an empty space. Seeing as how they required your presence, that meant they asked for him too, right? He mustâve been at the Pavilion already but why didnât he wake you up from your sleep?
There were a thousand questions that ran through your mind regarding the whole situation but what could they possibly need to discuss with you? They even cleared your schedule which meant it had to be something very serious, not to mention how you could sense the urgency in old Otiâs tone as he spoke of important matters.Â
It made you somewhat uneasy.
âAlright. I will be there in a few minutes.â
With that, you quickly got dressed and headed for the Dreamscape.
Moment of Morning Dew
The Dewlight Pavilion housed more members of The Family than usual, its entrance had at least six Bloodhound Family security officers guarding the doors, and the inside wasnât any better. What was going on? Today was the Charmony Festival, right? So why was almost everyone present in the Pavilion? You walked down its long halls, each step taken heavier than the last.
There was a slight tension in the air, you felt it and it made your stomach churn; you noticed how some attendants gazed at you as if you were some kind of criminal.Â
Was . . something wrong? Nonetheless, you ignored them and kept walking âtil you reached the Council Chamber.
Inside, gathered four Family Heads, they gathered at the heart of the chamber, sitting around a vast circular table. Robin was also present but where was Sunday? Shouldnât he be present as well?Â
â. . May I ask what this is all about?â Your brows furrowed, a small frown forming on your lips; you looked over at Robin who only gave you a solemn expression, even the look on your adoptive motherâs face was hard to explain.
âAre you aware of what has transpired in Penacony?â Oti Alfalfa spoke up.
Slowly, you made your way over to situate yourself next to Robin. âNo . . I have been asleep and only woke up from your call. Did something terrible happen in the Dreamscape?â You felt asking that question would do more harm than good but there had to be a clear reason as to why they needed you here.
The atmosphere was unbearable. Every Head, including Robin wore an unreadable expression, itâs as if all of them were in on some kind of secret and no one dared to inform you about it. Sundayâs absence in this meeting made you all the more nervous. All of them shared strange looks with one another before Oti Alfalfa spoke up once again,
â. . The Oak Family Head and the Dreammaster had committed the highest act of treasonânot only to The Family but to the entirety of Penacony. Sunday usurped the Harmony and revived Ena The Order to use THEIR power to create an eternal dream paradise.â
You didnât know what to say. Was there even anything appropriate to say?Â
It didnât feel real at all, you were hoping they were merely playing a sick, elaborate prank on you but the look on their faces proved otherwise. Old Otiâs words reached your ears the same way nightmares didâfragmented, disjointed, and absolutely impossible to process all at once.
Sunday. Treason. Eternal dream paradise.
No. That wasnât the Sunday you knew, he couldnât have possibly done something like that, not the man who had spent most of his life looking out for othersâputting their needs before his. It felt contradictory to everything he was. But did it really? Your mind scrambled for reason and context, for some kind of missing piece that would make everything make sense but there was nothing.Â
Among the million of questions, your mind raised another: What exactly had your marriage been for?Â
You stood with him before all of Penacony yet all this time he secretly worked with the Dreammaster to dismantle the very concept you and he were assigned to upholdâHarmony. A deep, aching sorrow settled beneath your ribs.
âRightfully, the former Oak Family Head was imprisoned but it has come to our attention that he had managed to flee from prison, he is now deemed a wanted fugitive. We asked you to join this meeting because we have a few questions regarding your husband.â Flee from prison? How? And who aided him? A part of you was relieved that Sunday managed to flee from The Familyâs wrath but you were also scared of what he might face once they found him.
You knew what was coming next.
Maeven Ellis parted her crimson-stained lips, she still held onto that unreadable expression, âOh, Triple-Faced Soul, please sear her tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that she will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows.â
âEveryone in this room is aware regarding the status of your marriage with the former Oak Family Head, orchestrated to refute rumours within the Dreamscape. Were you an accomplice to him and the Dreammaster? Was your marriage merely a disguise to direct Penaconyâs attention from their dark schemes?â
You shook your head, âNo. I was only aware that our marriage was a solution against those rumours.â
Why were they asking you this? Each Family Head had already agreed to the Dreammasterâs proposal of having you and Sunday marry one another, why was Oti Alfalfa acting as if he wasnât in favour of the proposal?
âDid you have a hand at helping the former Oak Family Head escape?â
Once again, you shook your head, âNo. As I mentioned earlier, I just woke up. I came home from a long shoot last night and went to bed as soon as I could.â
âDid the former Oak Family Head tell you of his schemes?â
You were getting sick of this, twice youâve already told them you werenât aware of the Dreammaster and Sundayâs plans, why were they so insistent you had a hand at their schemes? Your motherâout of all peopleâknew youâd never get involved with something like that. Sure, you had the third highest ranking in the Iris Family but you were merely an actress and stayed out of The Familyâs business.
âNo.â
Oti Alfalfa nodded, briefly glancing at the golden band around your finger, âThat is all but let me tell you this, once The Family finds out you have made contact without any notice or you are actively helping the former Oak Family Head hide, you will be met with punishment for aiding and abetting. This applies to you as well, Miss Robin.â
He didnât have to verbally say it yet you knew between those words he spoke, he wanted to remind you that The Family was always watching.
After being dismissed by Old Oti, you headed straight to Golden Hour to clear your headâyou still couldnât wrap your head around the whole incident. Did he really manage to revive a dead Aeon? The one that Xipe assimilated? The severity of the entire thing was beyond you and there was no easy way to process all this.
Moment of Golden Hour
âYou know, Sunny, wonât it be better to bid farewell to her instead of staring at her poster like a total creep?âÂ
âThat implies we wonât see each other again and I do not intend to keep it that way. Even so, I simply cannot bring myself to face her like this even with a disguise. Itâs far too risky, Wonweek. I am a fugitive, after all.â
Amidst the glittering luxuries, billboards, and rush of people in the Moment, Sundayâdisguised as an Intellitronâstood before an expansive poster of you at Oti Mall, his honeyed gaze traced over your features once, twice, thrice as if to engrave them in his mind.
He was aware the poster was merely an advertisement for a skin care brand yet you looked extremely happy in it and he could only wish the same for you now. With the amount of Bloodhound Family security patrolling around, he assumed news had already broken out regarding his escape, and that you were also aware of itâof everything he had done.
The PepeshiâWonweekâwho stood next to him hummed, âOh, really? Not even when sheâs right there crying?"
Sunday immediately turned to his companion, âWhat?â He followed the Pepeshiâs line of sight, it took a few seconds before finally spotting your familiar figureâyou sat on a bench in front of Clock Diner, arms crossed over your chest, seemingly staring into nothing. Even though you wore a hat and sunglasses, Sunday could still tell it was you.
âW-Well, maybe not crying but she certainly doesnât look okay to me.â
âStay here . .â Sunday absentmindedly murmured, his eyes remained fixated on you, and as if his feet had a mind of its own, he started walking towards you.
âHey! What the heck happened to âI simply cannot bring myself to face her like thisâ!â Wonweek called out to him, mocking his voice but didnât bother interfering, he figured the two of you needed to talk, even if it was indirectly.
This wasnât Sundayâs plan at all, he wasnât supposed to approach you yet here he was merely three steps away; he had to remind himself not to get carried away with things and that he had a disguise which meant he was a stranger to you.
âPardon my intrusion, Miss but are you okay?â
At the sound of an unfamiliar voice, you immediately snapped out of your thoughts and shifted your gaze to its owner who stood to your left, just beyond your line of sightâit was an Intellitron clad in a long plum coloured dress. Despite their unmoving facial features, you could sense the hint of concern in their voice.
âO-Oh, um! Yes, of course thank you for asking . . Apologies for my rudeness! Did you want to sit down?â You feigned a cough and adjusted the sunglasses atop your nosebridge before scooting to the edge of the bench to make room. The Intellitron murmured a small thank you as she sat down, smoothing the skirt of her dress.
âMy apologies if you were taken aback by my brazenness.â
âNot at all! Iâm grateful to have someone look out for me, Miss . . ?â
âWonweek.â The Intellitron replied.
âMiss Wonweek! What a lovely name . . Thank you, again. Itâs just that itâs been a long day and, uh, a . . dear friend of mine has gone somewhere far, far away from me, and I am not certain when I will see him next. Or if I will ever see him again.â You tried your best to stabilize your voice but as each word slipped past your lips, they trembled harder than the last, and the only way to calm yourself down was to caress the golden band wrapped around your ring finger.
âThis friend . . he seems quite important to you, no?â
Letting out a shaky sigh, you nodded, âHeâs someone I hold very dear to my heart and all I wish for is to talk to him. Iâve been meaning to tell him something.â Sunday swallowed thickly, what could that something possibly be? Heâd rather not get his hopes up.
âYour friend may have gone off somewhere far away but I am certain once the time is right, destiny will intertwine your paths once more.â
âOf course. And should the path he chooses not include me in the future, I can only hope itâs a path where he is genuinely happy. I am willing to sacrifice that.â After all, your ties with The Family would make the situation difficultâOti Alfalfa had already warned you earlier that they had eyes and ears everywhere.
âI may not know your friend well but I am certain he would not want a future without you in it.â
3 months and 3 weeks later, Consternation Starzone, Planarcadia
âUgh, come on! You already picked the last movie, Stelle! Let me pick one for movie night this time!â
As Sunday walked into the hotel room, he was immediately met with a scene of his bickering companions, however, one of them remained seated in a corner with his arms folded across his chest and eyes closed.
âGreat, Sundayâs here! He can back me up on this one! Can you please convince her to watch this movie?â The pink haired woman âwho he had come to know as Miss March 7thâeagerly walked over to him and shoved her phone before his face, presenting an opened browser tab for an overview of a movie.
Love and Devotion (1h 49m): Estranged childhood best friends find their way back to one another which results in a trip down memory lane and a blossoming love. Faced with obstacles from their contrasting paths, they navigate through difficulties together, ultimately challenging their relationship.
Cast: Mr. Cassian Noctis, Mrs.â
She swiftly pulled away her phone before he could read any further, an expectant look in her eyes. That was your movie, March 7th wanted to watch your movieâhe made a promise to himself heâd make time to watch it once it comes out but ever since he boarded the Express, it had only been missions after missions. Though, he was updated enough to know that it received a lot of love not only in Penacony but across the cosmos as well.
âDo you even know what youâre asking of him? Thatâs his wife in that movie!â Stelleâthe other woman March argued with earlierâscratched the back of her head, whisper-yelling the other half of her sentence. She sat on the edge of the bed, a pillow tucked beneath her arms.
The latter quickly connected the dots, her eyes wide with realisation, âO-Oh! Um! You know what, I think we can go with the movie you picked!â
It wasnât a secret among the Crew that Sunday was married but they figured the topic was sensitive to him as he barely talked about you, even the mention of Penacony had him wearing a solemn expression.
Though it was the complete opposite for him, Sunday wanted to talk about youâabout his homeworld but he was afraid doing so would only get his hopes up for nothing. For the past few months he had been hoping to at least get a glimpse of you during his journey around the cosmos, you were an actress after all, you occasionally went on film press tours.
âI donât mind at all. I had the opportunity to watch behind the scenes while they were shooting and I was more than intrigued to see the finished piece.â Sunday shook his head, he handed March their room keycard she gave him earlier before sitting next to his dark haired companion on the couch.
âReally? Thatâs so cool! Ugh, I wish I could get her autograph! You know, I was quite surprised when news broke out that she was engaged! Iâve also seen some of the wedding photos and you two looked absolutely stunning! Anyway, how about you Dan Heng? Do you have any movies you wanna watch?â March turned to the man next to Sunday.
Dan Heng opened his eyes and slowly shook his head, âIâm okay with any movie you guys pick.â
After a few more minutes of going back and forth, all lights were turned off and everyone eventually settled on Love and Devotion. Sunday was the most intriguedâeven more than March 7th who initially convinced all to watch the movie; he knew of your acting prowess yet he was completely speechless.
Every single time you appeared on screen, his heart seemed to skip a beat or two, he chalked it up to not having seen your face for a while which is why excitement enveloped him every now and then.Â
However, half way through the movie while a particular scene playedâthe scene he vividly remembered watching on setâa foreign feeling enveloped his entire body, a hint of heat and something more.
Subtly, Sunday looked around to see his companionsâ reactions, March 7th and Stelle who were sitting on the bed were unfazed by the escalating scene of the movie whereas Dan Heng merely scrolled on his dimmed phone, a slight blanket of pink dusting his cheeks.
With the volume turned all the way up, wet kissing sounds filled all four walls of the hotel room, it made Sundayâs stomach churn in a way that had him digging the tips of his fingers on his palms.
You and Cassian were only kissing but the intensity and lewd noises you made sent an icy shudder down his spine.
This wasnât good.
A quiet, shaky sigh left his lips as his pants tightened with each passing second. Oh god, was he . . aroused? He didnât remember feeling this way when he was on setâquite the oppositeâso why now?
Sure, the room was dark enough to hide his growing erection but it wasnât exactly ideal to experience one around three people. Besides, it was uncouth and he needed to leave. Now.
Sunday immediately stood up, gaining curious glances from everyone else, he tried to subtly cover pants, âUh, I-I need to get something in Dan Heng and Iâs room. Feel free to keep watching.â He didnât bother waiting for anyone else to respond and immediately headed for the door.
As he stepped out onto the hallway, he breathed out a sigh of relief, at least there wasnât anyone else around the corridors this late at night. Carefully, he walked towards the shared room, trying his best to avoid further friction in his pants or else it would be a very embarrassing moment for himâit was humiliating enough to walk with a weird gait, anything more and heâd bury himself in the ground.
Thankfully, Sunday reached the room which he hastily opened with the keycard tucked inside his pocket, he swiftly slipped inside and sat on the edge of his bed with his eyes closed.
Silence settled in the air, it was accompanied by his heavy, uneven breaths as he tried to calm his racing thoughts. He felt extremely filthyâto think of you in such a lustful light without your knowledge, it was beyond unmannerly.Â
âF-Forgive me . . for my vulgar thoughts and for what I am about to do.â
In the blink of an eye, Sunday found himself inside the bathroom, door locked and back pressed against it.
Dizziness washed over him and embarrassment ate away at his feverish skin as he reached for the waistband of his pants, he hastily pulled it down with his underwear, a sharp hiss leaving his lips, cock slapping against his lower abdomen. It wore a deep blush of pink and oozed with pearlescent pre-cum, he wondered how his cock would look against your face while you licked and sucked at it.
The soft fabric shamelessly pooled around his ankles which completely exposed his lower half, the cool air against his legs left an icy shudder. Sunday brought the hem of his shirt to his face, biting down at it so it didnât get in the way.
He wrapped a trembling hand around the base and squeezed, a loud moan immediately spilling from his lips, pre-cum that decorated his sensitive cockhead trickled down.
A pearlescent sheen covered the entirety of Sundayâs cock as he eagerly spread it from tip to baseâup and down, up and down, a couple of languid strokes that had him panting heavily.
A vivid imagery of you pumping his cock plagued his mind as he shut his eyes closed, both hands wrapped around the length of his shaft while your tongue gave experimental licks, âNghâah! Mhm!â Sunday whimpered, free hand gripping the cool surface of the bathroom door behind him, he hadn't been doing this for long yet his knees were ready to give up from the immense weight of pleasure.
His chest vigorously rose and fell as each inhale and exhale turned more shallow than the last, he picked up the pace, stroking himself a little faster.
Pure bliss gnawed at his feverish skin, it sank its teeth into him âtil it reached his very bones, engulfing his entire body in an intoxicating pleasured state.
âAhâ! Haah! Oh, god!â
Despite the sound of blood rushing in his ears, Sunday replayed the sinful moans you made in the movie, how your face contorted in pleasure as Cassian kissed down your neckâlips parted and brows tightly knitted together.
You sang the most exquisite melody he has ever heard and he could only hope to pull the very same ones, maybe something even better, one that would flawlessly intertwine with his own to create an immoral tune.
He bucked his hips into his curled hand at the thought of having sex with you. Embarrassingly, Sunday had never gotten intimate with anyoneâhis days were packed with duty on top of duty and he wasnât given the chance to get into a relationship as it was the last thing he had in mind as (former) Oak Family Head. All he knew was to govern the Lineage he grew up in.
But he wondered . . How would you feel around his cock? Were you warm and soft?âmaybe even a hint of greediness where you readily swallowed him whole.
It almost pained him that you werenât in front of him right this moment because now, he had to settle for his inexperienced hand and just the thought of that grew a bud of frustration within his chest. Sunday wanted youâhe needed you.Â
Badly.
He desired to bury his shaft deep inside and have you come undone around him once, twice, as much as you wantedââtil your legs trembled around his waist, âtil your throat ran dry from repeatedly calling his name like a sacred prayer, and even then, he wasnât sure if his thirst would be satiated.
This wasnât just lust anymore. No. Sunday wasnât merely aroused by a heated scene in your movie, he held something much deeper for you in his heart. It had always been there from the start but remained dormant and quiet enough to go unnoticed by him but now that it has bloomed into something greater, he realised that what he held for you was love.
Sunday loved you. Deeply, truly, and agonizingly.
At the sudden realisation, the coil inside him snapped instantaneously, spurts of hot cum spilled from his cock, he came with a loud wanton moan which echoed throughout the bathroom walls. His body trembled and pleasure which engulfed his entire body took him to places heâs never been before.
Sunday grunted as he milked his cock, shamelessly pumping it âtil it emptied; he slumped against the door, filth settling over him while he tried to catch his breath.
Despite his lust-clouded mind, he only thought of one thingâto tell you how he truly felt.
As morning finally came, Sunday stepped outside the hotel to gather his thoughts after last nightâs realisation, he figured getting some fresh air while walking amongst the locals and taking in the beauty of Ahatopia would quench the yearning in his heart.
Duomension City was as busy as ever with students, office workers and early risers trying to get through the morning rush, even at this hour the City remained livelyâthis world wasnât entirely different from Penacony, teeming with large and colourful animated posters, it reminded Sunday of Moment of Golden Hour which also brimmed with bright billboards, music, and the surge of Penaconians out and about, it made him miss home even more.
But Planarcadia was different, it was a world that devoured silence and perhaps thatâs why Sunday had grown to relax a little because silence left too much room to think. He adjusted the collar of his coat as he stepped through the crowded avenue, weaving between strangers with practised ease.
The cool air smelled faintly of freshly brewed coffee and expensive perfume, it blended seamlessly with the sounds of passing conversations and the quiet hum of cars.
A group of students rushed past him suddenly, laughing too loudly and nearly colliding with his shoulder. Sunday stepped aside instinctively, accidentally knocking into a stranger; the sound of a distinct thud reached his ears, an object falling onto the ground.
He halted his tracks to pick up the fallen objectâa bottle of iced coffeeâand return it to its owner. Ah, he should really watch his surroundings.
âMy apologies for bumping into you, I shouldâve been more aware of myââ Sunday stopped mid sentence as he faced the owner of the beverage.
The world didnât go silent, no, if anything, Planarcadia only grew louder around himâfootsteps rushing past, the distant sound of train announcements echoing, laughter from down the street but all of it blurred into meaningless noise because standing only a few inches away was you.
There was no mistaking it with your ivory wings and gleaming halo.
Was he dreaming? It had to be an elaborate prank, no? This was the world of Elation after all, maybe some Fool decided to play a sick joke on him. But the look on your face mirrored his ownâshock and confusion.
For a moment, neither of you moved, the sea of people in the vicinity weaved their way aroundâthey split and reformed like water around stone. Strangers brushed against his shoulders unaware that his world had just tilted violently off its axis.
You werenât doing any better at all, it's as though your heart had forgotten how to beat. Sunday looked different, it wasnât a drastic change but it was enough for you to notice.
The pristine perfection once attached to him had frayed at the edges, his attire was less . . uniform, and his eyes gleamed with more sincerity but there was undeniable exhaustion on his face, as if the last few months had carved something deeper into him.
And yet it was still himâyour Sunday.
â. . Youâre here . . ?â He broke the loud silence first.
âSo are you.â You breathed out.
He looked down, suddenly remembering the bottle which rested on his palm. Carefully, he stepped closer and held it out, you took it with your left hand, fingers brushing against his gloved hand.
Sunday sucked in a sharp breath as he noticed the familiar band of gold around your ring finger, âYouâYou still wear your ring?â He asked with a hint of hope evident in his tone.
You almost laughed at the absurdity of his observation but curiosity soon followed, âWe are still married, after all. People notice everything, if they donât see a ring on me, theyâd immediately assume divorce. Itâs not exactly easy given your absence in Penacony. Why? Do you not wear yours anymore?â
Oh. So you only kept the ring on to avoid speculation and here he thought it meant something more to you but he didnât have the luxury to sulk about it because every second spent in his presence faced bigger punishment for youâhe knew The Family, they werenât lenient.
He didnât wear his ring anymore but kept it with him at all times, it was tucked safely inside the inner pocket of his coat, close to his heart. He refused to wear it for the same reason he severed his halo back in Penaconyâto feel pain. Albeit not physically, he felt the emotional pain of being undeserving of loving you and being loved by you.
âI think I should go. WeâWe shouldnât be talking . .â Sunday shook his head and slowly stepped backwards which earned a baffled expression from you.
Thatâs it?
After not seeing each other for months, he was just going to chicken out and refuse to talk? You were well aware he only cared for your safety but you believed you needed answers from him and besides, the confession in your heart sat long enoughâit was finally time to set it free.
âReally, Sunday?â
The sound of your voice uttering his name had him swallowing thickly. âBecause if I remember correctly, you still had the guts to talk to me back in Penacony hours after you became a fugitive.â
He stopped in his tracks, now it was his turn to be confused, âYou saw through my disguise?â
â. . I had a hunch it was you. Iâve replayed that conversation a million times for the past few monthsâover and over âtil it finally dawned on me. So, please, letâs talk? You told me in that very conversation you wouldnât want a future without me in it, right?â
Sunday couldnât refuse.
The two of you found yourselves back at your hotel roomâhe wouldâve offered his room if he wasnât sharing it with Dan Hengâboth of you figured it wasnât best to talk about such matters in public, especially since merely being seen together with Sunday was already a crime itself.
The hotel you stayed at was more luxurious, a suite which offered a generous view of the bustling city below and its panoramic skyline, and carefully selected artwork adorned its beige painted walls.
âAre you here for a press tour?â He asked, eyeing the expansive room.Â
âIâm here on vacation.â
Silence stretched and tension grew thicker with each second, you and Sunday stood a few metres apart from one another, sticking out like sore thumbs. Neither of you dared to speak with the amount of thoughts that raced in your mindsâthere was simply a lot to talk about that none of you knew where to start at all.
Should you address the elephant in the room? What he did back in Penacony and the fact that he was now a wanted criminal? Or should you tell him the very words in your heart that desired to be known?
Yes, Sunday committed the highest act of treason against his homeland, its people, and The Family but what exactly could you even say to him regarding that matter? Get angry and berate him further like everyone else did in his absence? Doing so still wouldnât change what he had done. Youâve heard every word The Family higher ups spoke of himâthey were rightfully angry, of course, you wouldnât deny them that feeling but it pained you.
âI need to tell you something.â Both of you spoke up in unison, urgency in your tones equally evident.
âYou go ahead first.â Sunday cleared his throat. If he was being honest, he hasnât been able to sit still ever since he last spoke to you in Penaconyâyou mentioned how you wanted to tell him something, and judging by the look on your face, he could only assume what you wanted to say was regarding that matter.
Letting out a sigh, you nodded, never in a million years did you think youâd be confessing to him in a luxury hotel room, in a foreign world, stars away from Penacony,
âI know our marriage requires us to . . act in certain ways to make it believable but I have something Iâve buried inside my chest for as long as I can remember and no matter how many times I push it down or simply ignore it, it just wonât go away . . What am I even rambling about? What Iâm trying to say is . . I have feelings for you, Sundayâeven before this whole marriage act, ever since we were children.â
You looked away and stared at the abstract painting near the bed, you simply couldnât handle returning Sundayâs stare, especially not when silence grew. Maybe you should have just kept your mouth closed and let him go first because now you were starting to regret itâwhat if he wanted to get a divorce?
Clearly there was no point in your marriage anymore, he has been absent in public for months and there was no reason to keep up the charade.
Even though your marriage was sealed with a legitimate contract, none of The Family Heads acknowledged its authenticity; your mother and Robin were a different caseâit was more so out of respect while the rest did so out of disdain but still, the Dreammaster who orchestrated this unity was already dead which meant it held no significance at all.
Just an empty legal document.
âI . . feel the same way.â
. . What?
âIt was foolish of me not to realize sooner. It was easy for me to show affection for you because what I have in my heart is genuine but I merely hid it behind the reason of duty because I wasnât entirely sure of these feelings at all.âÂ
Now, it was Sundayâs turn to look away in embarrassment, a hue of deep rose graced his pale cheeks and heat prickled his skin.
Your breath stopped and the city below seemed to disappear, his words werenât grand but they were honest, probably the most honest it has been since for as long as you could remember, it was a simple truth laid bare beneath a foreign sky.
For a long moment, you couldnât speak because part of you had wanted thisâyou dreamed of this for so long now that it felt entirely cruel.
Cruel because you couldnât be with him, not by your side, not in Penacony, not elsewhere, and now that your hearts were on the table, you simply couldnât stand the thought of separation.
But for now, you wanted to cherish this moment. To convince yourself that you and Sunday had a future together where he didnât have to run from The Family and face consequences, that the two of you werenât bound for interminable separation.
âThis is so unfair.â With a shaky breath, you buried your face in the hearts of your palms. You were certain if Aha was aware of the situation you and Sunday were in right now, THEY would be laughing. What a cruel joke from the cosmos.
He closed the distance between the two of you, protectively wrapping his arms around your body as he rested his chin on the crown of your head. Itâd be absolutely selfish of him to ask for something more but he couldnât bear the thought of you being with someone else.
He pulled back and pried your hands away from your face, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheeks as he cupped them, tentative in a way that almost undid you more than certainty would have.
â. . May I?â He whispered. The warmth of his hand against your skin sent something sharp and aching through your chest.
âYou may.â
Sunday slowly leaned in and for a moment, you remembered the âkissâ at Eventide, only this time, it was as real as it got. The kiss wasnât dramatic nor theatricalâit was merely his lips pressed against your own, soft with a small tremble, as if almost unsure if this was the right thing to do.
One hand found your waist carefully, drawing you closer with a reverence that made your knees feel less reliable all of a sudden. The kiss deepened but not with force but with feeling, slow and tender.
It felt like grief and relief at the same time, as though the two of you mourned the past few months but also treasuring the fact that, somehow, there was still the present and the future.
His lips were warm and softer than youâd imagined in moments you had long since stopped permitting yourself to imagine. Every slight shift was careful, as though he was memorizing the map of your lips. For the first time, this moment was entirely yours and Sundayâsâno ivory wing to shield the kiss, no cameras, and definitely not out of duty.
Your hands found their way to his collar, fingers curling more firmly into him which pulled the faintest sound, something quiet and surprised that sent a shiver down your spine. When you finally parted, it was only enough to breathe; your foreheads rested together, the city below spinning while the morning seemed to hold itself still around you.
â. . So,â You whispered, still breathless, âThat was significantly better than the wedding.â
Sundayâs shoulders shifted slightly, he laughed, âI would hope so.â
You smiled before you could stop yourself, and perhaps he saw something equally dangerous in your expression because his gaze softened into something so openly affectionate it nearly stole your breath all over again. You pulled him back down on you, this time the kiss was less hesitant but just as tender than the last, and maybe also a bit rougherâfull of desire and hunger.
Sundayâs hand remained at your waist, steady and warm as though he feared everything might vanish if he held on too tightly but this second kiss had already undone that illusion, there was nothing uncertain left in the way you leaned into him, nothing hesitant in the way your fingers dug into the fabric of his coat.
The kiss deepened not with urgency alone but with the quiet ache of something long denied, every touch seemed to carry the weight of love restrained far too long.
âTell me to stop.â Sunday breathed out between kisses, a shaky whisper. His words werenât obligation, they were reverence as he would simply not take what was not freely given.Â
Your answer came not in words but in the way your hands rose to cradle his face, the way you kissed him again with a certainty that made his breath hitch, and that was enough for him. His restraint broke softly akin to silk slipping loose, not reckless, never reckless but what laid beneath the silken veil was a brewing storm of desireâthe feelings of yesterday suddenly coming back to him.
The hand on your waist carefully slid upward, the tips of his fingers tracing your clothed body before he gently ushers you out of your jacket, it fell onto the polished floors with a soft thudâone layer deeper, closer to what you both wanted.
But before you could go any further, Sunday completely pulled away from the kiss, cheeks bitten with pink and lips parted as he breathed heavily.
There was a hint of hesitancy in his face, âIâve never done this before but I want you . .â He whispered, trailing off as embarrassment engulfed him.
You gave him a small smile and leaned in to kiss his lips, âThatâs okay,â Then, the column of his neck, âYou can simply,â And the spot beneath his wing, âFollow my lead.â
Oh, youâd be the death of him.
Soon, your hands slid down to unfasten his coat, easing him out of his outer layer âtil it met yours on the ground.
There was something so heartbreakingly human about this momentâtwo individuals who had once stood at the altar of Eventide, beneath thousands of watchful eyes, now trembling more in private than both have ever had in public.
No words were spoken as each layer was shed, only the quiet rustle of fabric, shared kisses, and the growing anticipation as you bared your feelings to one another.
Sunday barely noticed you had guided him over to the bed âtil his back kissed the soft ivory sheets, he was so caught up in the heat of the moment he almost forgot to drink you inâto bask in the sheer beauty of your naked body.
Through tinted cheeks and wet lashes, he looked up at you with pure desire and slowly raked his honeyed gaze all over your bodyâfrom your breasts, to the dip of your waist, and all the way down to the apex of your thighs. Sunday let out a shaky breath as he felt his cock hardening even further.
âYouâre exquisite.â He breathed out. Paired with your glimmering halo and the wings behind your ears, you were a sight for the heavens.
âYouâre not so bad yourself, Mr. Sunday.â
A small chuckle escaped your lips, it was clearly a tease to mask the fact that his naked form drove you to the brink of insanity. Beautiful was an understatementâthere wasnât a word in the thesaurus that could describe the angelic sight before you.
The shy look on his face was ironic because his cock stood prouder than ever, begging to be inside you. It flushed pink and leaked a generous amount of pre-cum, and it took all your will power not to lap it up right then and there.
âWait,â He started. âI want to please you.â
At his request, you switched positions, only this time you sat up on the edge of the bed. Sunday slowly got on his knees before you as he placed a trail of chaste kisses down your neck, collarbones, and just above the valley of your breasts. Sensing slight hesitation from him, you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and guided his hand to your chest,
âIt feels good when you massage and squeeze itâah! Justâmhm! Just like that.â You moaned as he gave an experimental squeeze, brain short-circuiting at your immediate reaction to his touch; his palms were expansive and his fingers were long which allowed him to stimulate most of the sensitive area.
Sunday brought both hands to cup each breast, gently massaging them while his eyes darted between your chest and face, he wore an expression full of wonder and curiosity, rosy lips lightly parted as he breathed heavily.
Curious, he eagerly wrapped his lips around a mound, tongue swirling around your hardened nipple, causing your hands to fly to his hair.
âS-Sundayâ!â
He responded with a hum which sent vibrations across your skin as you gently tugged at his hair. If he was being honest, he wasnât entirely sure what he was doing and his actions were merely fuelled by the sounds and expressions you made.
With one hand still on your other breast, he gently fondled your sensitive nipple between his lithe fingers, you arched your back, pressing your chest further into his face. Your skin was extremely warm and soft beneath his touch it almost felt unreal; he couldnât believe he was right in front of you, intimate and vulnerable.
Sunday then switched between your breasts, giving the other the same amount of attention and stimulation before he trailed downwards.
Gentle and hot, he placed wet open-mouthed kisses between the valley of your chest and along your stomach, taking the time to lap up the sensitive area just above your bellybutton.
Once he reached your sex, he looked up at you briefly to look for any discomfort in your face, and upon not finding any, he slowly pried your legs open, revealing your sopping entrance.
All for him?
Though, it felt rather daunting not really knowing where to start. With two fingers, Sunday gently rubbed up and down your slit a couple of times, observing your reactionâyou bit the bottom of your lip and your brows slightly knitted together.
So far, so good.
âY-You canângh! Wet your index andâahâring finger with your mouth and put them inside.â You let out a soft moan, one hand planted firmly on the mattress to support your crumbling torso while the other explored his hair. Sunday may have been inexperienced but god did he pleasure you effortlessly, he hasnât even touched you properly yet you were already trembling.
At your words, he paused slightly. Put his fingers inside his mouth? What a bizarre thing to do. His cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as he wrapped his lips around his digits, effectively wetting them as instructed, he could taste a hint of you.
You could only watch in awe as the sight before you unfolded, never in your lifetime did you think youâd see the revered Sundayâformer Bronze Melodia and former Oak Family Headâstick his fingers inside his mouth.
âNow, with your palm facing the ceiling, slowly push them in one by one.â
A soft pop echoed in the silence as he removed his digits from his mouth and brought them down to your sopping cunt. Slowly, he pushed his index finger past your folds and immediately sought your reactionâa soft sigh.
Oh, how warm you were, it felt like he was dipping his hand in a pot of warm honey, slick and smooth, and maybe even as sweet. Sunday gave a few shallow experimental pumps before adding the second digit, eliciting a shaky whimper from you.
âHaaâah! C-Curl your fingers upwards andâyes! Oh, god! Just like that, Sundayâmhm!â You threw your head back as he curled his fingers, face contorted in pure pleasure.
At your pornographic reaction, he swallowed thickly; he tried not to think about how much his cock ached, being untouched for so long, itâd have to wait for a little while, he wanted to please you âtil you were satisfied.
Deep in a haze of lust, you tried your best to form a coherent sentence, âCan youâoh, that feels good. Can you feel a spongy texture? Gently apply pressure and rub it back a-and forthâhngh!â
Sunday absentmindedly nodded, he could feel the area you mentioned just above the pads of his fingers. As you instructed, he pressed on it lightly, afraid heâd hurt you if he did more. With a grind of your hips, you let out a wanton moan in the shape of his name.
âIs this okay . . ?â He breathed out.
âY-Youâre doing good. Just keep a delicate, steady pace . .â Your hand on his hair snaked down to the apex of your legs to spread open your cunt, âIf you wantâhaah! You can also kiss at this spot here at the top andâoh, fuck! Sunday!â
Before you could finish your sentence, his lips were already flushed against your entrance, closely following every word you uttered. A slight shudder washed over your naked body as his feathered wings brushed against the insides of your thighs.
âYes! Lightly suck on it like thaâaah! Ngh! Haah, Iâm so close. Donâtâmhm! Donât stop, pleaseâ
With the combined stimulation of his fingers inside you and his lips around your clit, a string of colourful moans left your lips as you slowly sank deeper into the depths of bliss. The sounds you made were music to his ears which only fuelled his actions further.
With a forceful grunt, you threw your head back as you came on Sundayâs fingersâtoes curling and thighs shaking at the immense wave of pleasure that hit you.
He slowed down his movements and resorted to languid strokes which allowed you to grind your hips and ride out your orgasm. He let out a shaky moan at the sensation of your walls tightening around his fingers, oddly enough, it felt satisfying for him.
Coming down from your high, you slumped down on the bed, face extremely heated and lips parted to catch your breath.
Wide eyed and in slight awe, Sunday slowly pulled out his slick coated fingers which earned a low whine from you, he curiously examined his soaked digits, they were faintly trembling from the repeated motion.
Without a second thought, he wrapped his lips around them with the sweetness of your taste settling on his tongue. Oh, how dangerously addicting you were. Wet sounds slipped from his mouth as he sucked his digits clean from your saccharine slick, earning a curious glance from you as you lifted your head off the mattress.
He was trying to kill you.
The two of you found yourselves situated further up the bed with Sunday slotted between your parted legs, he hovered over you with one palm firmly planted beside your head while the other languidly pumped his hard cock just before your wet cunt.
He let out soft pants above you, flushed face contorting with pleasure, âA-Are you sure?â Even with his mind entirely clouded by lust he prioritised your comfort.
âAs long as it's you, I can never be more sure.â
He smiled in response and placed a chaste kiss on your lips before slowly guiding the tip to your folds. Snaking a hand between your bodies, you helped Sunday position his cock correctlyâa few centimetres downâthen, you loosely circled your arms around his neck, allowing him to go at his own pace.Â
The morning glow surrounded him like a serene aura, it bounced off his pale skin which gave him a heavenly glow. With a shaky exhale, he pushed his cockhead inch by inch which immediately earned a sharp gasp from both of you.
The feeling of you around him was foreign yet oddly comforting, your walls were warmâextremely warmâit almost felt like he was soaking inside a hot tub of water and it made his head spin in a good way.
Sunday met your gaze with his starry ones, a light sheen of tears coating his eyes at how amazing you felt around him.
He couldnât believe he was inside you, buried deep inside the woman he truly loved; he prayed in the back of his lust-fogged mind hoping that this wasnât a dream.
You bit your lip as he bottomed out, watching the way Sundayâs body reacted to everythingâhow his wings curled inwards, how his abdomen tightened and untightened, and how his breathing grew uneven with every passing second. He genuinely looked like he was on cloud nine.
Unwrapping an arm from his neck, you slotted your hand against his jawâjust at the spot below his ear and wingâto caress his cheek, âYou okay . . ?â
A small nod, then, his eyes fluttered shut, the tips of his lashes brushing against his rosy stained cheeks. Sunday leaned into your touch with a faint whimper, one that had your brain short-circuiting.
For a minute or two, he stilled inside, allowing you both to adjust to the feeling; this wasnât your first time but the sheer length of his cock reached spots you didnât know even existed to the point where you had to count to ten just to steer yourself away from spiraling and cumming right then and there.
âS-So tightângh. You feel good.â Sunday slowly pulled back about halfway before thrusting back inside, drawing wanton moans from both of you.
He resorted to languid, deep thrusts which allowed you to feel every inch of himâfor your sopping cunt to remember the exact shape of his cockâand each time he bottomed out, his cockhead deliciously kissed your sweet spot.
With the slow rhythm set, the bed creaked and groaned in time with the movements of his hips, sounds of light skin slapping and lewd squelching filled all four walls of the entire room.
Everything felt sinfulâfrom the pornographic moans you let out to the slick that covered his cock and your inner thighs but god was it completely addicting.Â
Sundayâs face remained a mere breath away from yours, keeping eye contact, his honeyed gaze pulled you into the depths of warm bliss, akin to a gentle hug that enveloped oneâs body.
Every intentional push and pull of his hips knocked out oxygen from your lungs which had you incoherently gasping for his name.
A light sheen of sweat coated your bodies as the morning air grew impossibly thick, the ivory sheets beneath your back clung onto you like second skin, and Sundayâs hair stuck to his forehead but neither of you cared about the filthiness of it, not when your bodies pleasured one another like there was no tomorrow.
Not when he firmly pressed his cock with every thrust inside you.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, effectively pulling him closer and allowing him to reach you a little deeper than before; your hands spread across his shoulder blades, curling inwards to decorate his back with rubied streaks.
The sharp sting of your nails sent Sunday forward, his head fell onto the pillows beneath your own, shamelessly moaning dangerously close to your ear.
At the sound of your moans, he picked up his pace, his cock hitting your g-spot a little harder. He also neared his climax and with the way your greedy cunt tightened around him and he knew he wasnât going to last any longer.
Using all the strength he had left, Sunday lifted himself with trembling arms and gave you an open-mouthed kiss, it was messier than he had intended but the mere feeling of your mouths slotting against one another with your saliva mixing only fuelled the drive of his hips further.
He pulled away slightly, a thin string of spit connecting his lips to yours, âPlease cum for me! Nghâah! Haah! C-Cum with me!â
With a few more sloppy thrusts, Sunday sheathed the entire length of his cock, firmly pressing into your sensitive spot as he came with a loud, shameless moan, ear feathers shaking from pleasure. You followed shortly after, nails digging into his skin which left red crescent shaped marks all across his back.
Ribbons of thick, warm cum generously coated your walls, youâve never been this full before but you werenât complaining, the feeling of Sunday filling you to the brim had you whimpering beneath him.
His cock several times twitched inside you as it emptied itself; he came so much to the point where his cum had started spilling out of you and dripped onto the sheets below, effectively soiling them but he couldnât just simply stop himself even if he wanted toâit kept coming out in waves âtil there was nothing left.
Embarrassed, Sunday buried his face at the junction of your neck, prickly heat creeping up his cheeks. A breathless chuckle left your lips, hands soothing over the reddened trails you left on his back, who knew he could actually get embarrassed over something as little as cumming too much?
How adorable.
He rolled over with a grunt and plopped onto the empty spot next to you, you curled next to him, the uneven rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheeks somewhat pulling you back into reality.
One of his arms rested loosely around you, absentmindedly tracing slow, soothing patterns against your back as if he reassured himself that you werenât just a dream, that you were real and remained right next to him.
For a while, neither of you spokeâthe quiet wasnât uncomfortable, just your breaths slowly steadying itself with each second.
A saddened expression washed over your face as reality settled on your shoulders akin to cold seeping through glassâslowly yet adamantâand you were immediately reminded of the predicament you both faced. Your fingers tightened slightly where they rested against him and Sunday noticed immediately,
âWhatâs wrong? Did I hurt you?â He whispered, confusion painted on his face; his voice was much softerâachingly gentle.
You shook your head, gaze lifting towards the expansive windows and the horizon beyond it, âI just . . I was just reminded of what you and I have to face and Iâm scared, Sunday. WhatâWhat if The Family finds out youâre here in Planarcadia andâI donât even want to think about what theyâll do. Iâm scared for us because . . I finally have you and I donât know if that means weâll be separated again . .â
Really, there was nothing you could do but you wanted to be with Sunday, you wanted to spend your days with him out in the open, not a single care in the cosmos about The Family being after himâyou wanted him back home and beside you.
Beside you, he shifted closer, he carefully tilted your chin upward âtil you had no choice but to look at him. Funnily enough, for all the uncertainty ahead, his gaze remained steady, âWe wonât lose one another.â
âSundayââ âListen to me.â He softly interrupted, thumb brushing lightly beneath your eye before tears could fully gather.
âI do not know what the next month will look likeâor the next year, and I cannot promise you our union either but I can promise you this: when the time comes, I will face it all and I will do everything in my power to rightfully earn the spot beside you.â
Your lips trembled, not only from sadness but from the fragile, terrifying hope that began to bloom beneath your chest.
âThe Family wonât stop.â You whispered.
âI know.â
âThey wonât forgive easily.â
âI know.â
âThereâs a real chance we could be eternally separated.â
Sunday smiled, not because it was funny but because somehowâdespite everythingâhe felt almost fond of your catastrophizing, âThen we shall simply find our way back to one another the same way we did today, no?â
Your laugh came unexpectedlyâit was humourless and full of disbelief but purely light hearted, âYou make that sound very simple.â
âIt wonât be but difficult has never meant impossible.â He murmured, brushing a strand of stray hair from your face with unbearable tenderness.Â
Mirroring his smile, you shifted closer to bury yourself against his bare skin as though you were anchoring your heart to him. Sundayâs arm tightened around you immediately, protective without thought before pressing a quiet kiss to your forehead.
And as though all worries dissipated into the skies of Planarcadia, the once lonely suite had transformed into something far more lived-inâthe bed remained half unmade, blankets tangled and abandoned, heated remnants of earlier faded into something more wholesome. Room service trays sat on the wooden coffee table, silver lids pushed aside in favour of half-finished lunch.
Sunday was seated on the floorâpants and top messily thrown over his bodyâeating a fruit. He looked up from where he sat, brows lifting slightly as you eagerly rummaged through your luggage near the entryway. You returned to him with your arms full, a couple of somewhat familiar-looking objects tucked inside.
âWhat is that?â He blinked
You grinned with entirely too much satisfaction, âEmergency provisions.âÂ
His confusion turned to suspicion but nonetheless, you carefully set your haul onto the polished floor one by one like priceless contraband:
Sweet dream cloud candies in iridescent wrappers. Golden lullaby honey crisps. Starfall sugar biscuits dusted in edible shimmer. Moondew fruit chews. SoulGlad. And finally,Â
âChocolate pudding tarts.â Sunday breathed out. He stared at the familiar dessert packaging as though it had appeared through divine intervention.Â
âI brought these snacks with me so I wouldnât get homesick while on vacation. I often do the same during press toursââ
Before you could speak any further, the lighthearted atmosphere shifted subtly but you noticed itâthe way an expression of sadness crept up his face.
Sunday was homesick.
You hadnât thought heâd beâno, that wasnât true, you had thought about it, you just didnât expect something so minor to make it visible.
Slowly, you opened the packaging and offered the pudding tart. For a second, he simply stared at it but carefully took it nonetheless. He grabbed a silver spoon from one of the trays and scooped a small amount, as if indulging any further was forbidden.
Its familiar sweetness melted on his tongue and you watched as his expression changed into something more nostalgic.
You knew where he had immediately goneâto childhood, to the happier memories where he only worried about how to sneak in more pudding tarts in between music lessons, and what to write in the letter heâd regularly send to Robin (There was just too much to talk about!)
âIt tastes the same as I remember . . Iâthank you.â
You shook your head, âYou donât have to thank me. I just thought youâd miss some snacks from home.â
You and Sunday spent the entire morning and afternoon holed up in the suite reminiscing about the colourful past, revealing how one deciphered their feelings for the other; he also took the time to give you a proper apology for involving your name and reputation in his affairs to which you accepted.
Maybe it was fate playing a hand.
Once full of worry and fear for the uncertainty that the future held, you learned to slow down and appreciate the presentâthe fact that Sunday was right beside you, safe and healthy.
For now, youâd cherish this moment in a foreign world, and whatever the future may bring, you knew nothing could pry you and Sunday apart, that was something you were certain of. And this time without any hesitation, you spoke up,
Synopsis: In which you realize peace and quiet arenât ideal with your two noisy ass (yet extremely attractive) coworkers renting out the same airbnb as you while visiting the hot springs on a business trip. But lucky for you, they know another way to help you relax.
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Black-coded!Reader (but anyone can still read this); Marijuana Use; Truth or Dare; Skinny Dipping; Coworkers to Lovers; Poly Romance; Exhibitionism; Hot Springs Sex; Mutual Oral; Cum Eating; Dirty Talk; Spanking; Spitting; Facefucking; Unprotected PIV Sex; Mild Degradation; Clit Play; Spitroast; Creampie; Cum on Ass; AftercareÂ
Word Count: 13.9k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writerâs Note: I wrote this fic about 2 years ago & wanted to revise it for the new summer era! I hope y'all enjoy it! -Jazz
Credits: Divider by @junabuggy!
You audibly sigh as you sink further into the deep depths of the cozy, heated water.Â
Nothing but the sound of bubbling water and chirping birds fills the summer air around you. The shaded trees hanging above you allow you shade from the summer sunâs rays peeking through the green leaves, making the warm water feel even better when it isnât below the bright rays of the sun.Â
You loop your arms over a nearby rock and lie your head against the wet surface. âParadise,â you think with a content smile.Â
Youâll have to thank your job again for picking such a great spot for your AirBNB. It isnât that close to the new city youâre in, but close enough that the drive there isnât inconvenient or annoying. Itâs pretty quiet and the trees surrounding the area allow you just enough privacy to tan naked if you wanted to!
You still canât believe you were picked for such an amazing opportunity! Youâve always wanted to go on a business trip ever since they started doing raffles. Youâve been working for one of the largest corporate tech companies in Japan for five years now, so you hoped that your boss would see your skills and work ethic to allow you the responsibility to travel.Â
Really, it was mostly because you were desperate to get out of your city for awhile, whether it was a local trip or overseas. So when your boss announced to you a month ago that you were chosen for the business trip to a local career convention for the next four days, you were ecstatic. You immediately began packing as soon as you got home.Â
Your boss wanted to ensure that you were completely comfortable during your stay for the remainder of your trip. They paid for everything: the AirBNB, the train ticket, the food stocked up in the freezer and fridge, and the prepaid Visa card loaded with money that will allow you to buy whatever you wish until the limit is hit.Â
So far, you were living. The schedule you currently had consisted of trips to the convention center in the city at noon to talk to potential buyers, clients, and hires about the company. After 3PM, you were free to do whatever you wanted. Not to mention youâre being paid a hefty salary an hour, even for the hours you werenât working! You couldnât have asked for a better trip. You hit the fucking jackpot!
âYo, Geto!â a familiar voice annoyingly yells from inside the house. âWhereâd the fuck you put my shorts? I told you donât move my shit!âÂ
You heavily sigh, annoyed. Well, you almost hit the jackpot.Â
âI told you, I donât have your fuckinâ shorts, Satoru,â another voice, deeper than the other, growled. âTry lookinâ outside. You mightâve hung âem up.âÂ
âOh, no,â you groan, wishing neither one of them would come outside and ruin your âme timeâ. You havenât had much time to yourself since you got here since youâve been preparing for presentations at the convention fair and sitting in on meetings with your boss. Plus, with them constantly wandering throughout the house, youâve been less comfortable exploring the AirBNB.Â
Just your luck, both of them come waltzing out of the sliding door that leads to the backyard and the homeâs personal hot springs where you currently sit. âI told you theyâre notââoh, look, Suguru! She finally decided to grace us with her presence.â Gojoâs teasing pisses you off for some reason, but you refuse to give in and look at him. It isnât worth it. They arenât worth it. âCâmon, Toru, leave her alone,â Geto grumbles. âYou can clearly see sheâs relaxing.âÂ
âAnd I can hear you,â you sharply reply. âYou two arenât very discreet. Or quiet.â You slowly open your eyes to regard your two coworkers, but you instantly regret it. Though they are both extremely annoying with their loud mouths and disregard for relaxation time, what makes them even more annoying is how fucking fine they are.Â
First, thereâs Gojo Satoruâcocky, arrogant, and too easy-going. He is incredibly smart to have gotten the job he does (heâs in a department much higher than yours), but he barely does his work and takes lunch breaks way longer than heâs supposed to, which he also tries to get you to go on.
Heâs also a huge flirt. It gets annoying watching him flirt with every single girl that walks into your department, his charm coming off dickish to you. The guy is a slut! He knows exactly how to get a woman with his fluffy, white hair, Colgate smile, and intense blue eyes.Â
And then thereâs Geto Suguru. He is the complete opposite of Gojo, but he is equally as arrogant and annoying. Though youâve never seen him flirt in front of you, he comes off as a know-it-all during meetings; like heâs much better than everyone. He is just as handsome as Gojo with his long, black locks that he often wears in buns and ponytails, strong jaw, and deep, violet eyes.Â
Youâve had the displeasure of sitting with both of them during meetings and working with them on a few group projects throughout the years. This is the first time youâve been assigned to work with them one-on-two.Â
Not to mention being in the same space as them for longer than a day. The first day you came here was manageable since you sat in a different seat than them on the train and most of the day was spent at the convention center. The night it was over, you made a beeline for your bedroom and never came back out.Â
You know you canât spend the rest of the trip like that. But them being so damn hot doesnât make your situation any better! Theyâre both tall, standing at six-ft something, and have a set of muscles. Broad shoulders, lickable pecs, and a six-pack you could bake cookies on.Â
The truth is that youâre very attractive to them. How could you not be? You just adore big men! And everything about them is big: big hands, big feet, big everything. Youâve had to force yourself to look away from their crotches many times when youâve caught them in their tight-ass work slacks. Even at your height in heels, they stand a head taller than youâŚwhich also intensely turns you on.Â
But youâll never tell them that or even allude to it. Youâve watched many of your female coworkers flirt with them, give them their cake, and then get shot down later. You donât need that kind of distraction or drama in your life. You made a vow to yourself to stay away from dating and fucking coworkers. âJust stick to your work,â youâve told yourself. âJust stick to your goals.âÂ
No matter how much Gojoâs laugh makes your heart pound. No matter how badly you want to feel Getoâs big arms wrapped around you. No matter how much you want to feel their hands and lips all over your body. You canât do it. You have too much to lose fooling around with men like them.Â
âSorry to bother you,â Geto says, actually sounding sorry about it, âbut Gojo just left his shorts and he wonât shut up about âem.â He looks mildly annoyed while Gojo is panicking. âHave you seen âem?â he urgently asks. âTheyâre Calvin Klein? Red?âÂ
âHavenât seen âem,â you deadpan, âbut there is a washer machine in the basement. Maybe you left âem there.â Gojo whines, running his hands down his face. âTheyâre the only good ones I bought! The other pair is too tight on me.â You make a noise of disgust, pushing away the thought of Gojo in some tight-ass swim trunks, the outline of his bulge on display. âI didnât need to know that.âÂ
Ghetto hides a laugh while Gojo gives you a glare. âOh, so sorry,â he mockingly says. âWhat are you doinâ out and about anyway? You were in your room all day before when we werenât working.âÂ
You glare back at him, not at all liking his tone. Mostly, because heâs right. âThatâs none of your business,â you curtly say to him, âbut I was tired. My bed was too comfortable to leave.â
Gojo hums in agreement. âI feel that. Whoever decided to put that mattress in my room needs either get their dick sucked or their pussy eaten.â You scoff in disgust to yourself, shaking your head at his brazenness. âBy you?â Geto asks, raising an eyebrow at his friend.Â
âWith the right amount of whiskey is me, sure!â Gojo laughs, wiggling his silver eyebrows at him.
Geto shoves him hard, earning another goofy laugh. âYouâre ridiculous,â he scoffs before turning back to you still in the heated water. âLook, weâll leave you alone so you can enjoy yourself. Gojo was supposed to help me cook dinner like he was promised he would last night.â He side-eyes his friend. âThatâs why I had to order pizza.âÂ
âI told you I was unpacking!â Gojo argues, but Getoâs fixed stare never fades. You attempt to not laugh by biting your lip, humored by their dynamic. âFine,â Gojo groans, craning his neck back, âbut youâd better help me find these shorts. And Iâm not cuttinâ no vegetables either.âÂ
He purposely bumps Getoâs hip as he walks back into the house, keeping the sliding door open as he does. Geto turns to you, his facial expression unreadable and slightly off-putting due to the fact that you canât identify it. Why does he have to be so goddamn mysterious?
âEnjoy yourself,â he says before disappearing back inside the house, shutting the door behind him.Â
âThanks,â you quietly say to yourself. You are now finally left alone to your own devices, which is what you wanted all alongâŚright?Â
When the sound of chirping birds and rustling trees comes back to you, you decide that yes, you needed this this.
A few minutes after taking a long soak, you grow tired of the water and are in need of some sun. You pull yourself out of the hot springs and swipe your bikini off of the lounge chair sitting by the brink where you have your bag.Â
Making sure the guys arenât around, you change and lay a towel out on the chair before settling down, lying back, and putting your sunglasses on. Then you reach for romance book and balance it on your knees, proceeding to get some reading on. You also take a few sips of the wine you poured for yourself earlier until the entire glass is empty.Â
Your productivity doesnât last for long. The sounds of nature are so peaceful and the wine is so strong that you find yourself drifting off to sleep. It doesnât take long for you to fall, your book still in your lap. The sun warms your face and the water continues to bubble, serving as some amazing ambiance for you. It is a short nap, however; one that youâre not too happy about.Â
You are rudely awakened half an hour later by the sound music blasting from inside the house, the bass jumping and pounding in your ears. Irritation flares within you as you sit up, tearing the sunglasses off your face. âThese two,â you think, annoyed. These emotions only increase when you hear Gojoâs shrill laughter over the music. Donât they have any kind of sense or respect?!Â
âOh, my Gooood!â you growl, your frustration reaching astronomical heights. You toss your laptop off of you and into the seat as you get up and storm over to the house.
You pound on the sliding glass door with your hand before yanking it open, the music nearly destroying your eardrums. âWould you turn that shit down?!â you holler into the living room. âIâm tryinâ to fuckin' sleep here! Goddamn!âÂ
Youâre so angry that you donât even see Gojo and Getoâs shocked expressions as they crouch near the stereo near the TV, trying in vain to fix the volume. Before they can say anything, you slam the door shut and storm back over to your chair where you dig into your bag for your earbuds. Once you find them, you shove them in your ears and desperately try to get your sleep back.Â
Surprisingly enough, you do, but only because the music coming from the house is cut off. You donât realize it though because youâre knocked out. When Gojo finds you, youâre sprawled out on the lounge chair in your white bikini, mouth open and shades on. You donât realize what heâs doing to you until you feel his hand brush your leg.
You startle awake, finding him standing above you like a handsome eclipse. You flinch at his touch, alarmed and confused. âW-What are youââÂ
âRelax, princess,â he chuckles. âI was just puttinâ this on you so you werenât layinâ here in your bikini.â He nods down at the towel he placed on your body. âYou never know what kind of animals or creeps are sneakinâ around here.â
He juts his chin towards the trees and brush that stretch for miles, giving way to nothing but wilderness. You realize now that you fell asleep in your bikini, completely exposed to anyoneâŚincluding your coworkers.
âGeto is finished dinner,â Gojo says, ignorant to your utter embarrassment as you clutch the towel to your body. âWe got steak, steamed vegetables, and rice if you want some.âÂ
He is shrouded in darkness, similar to the trees surrounding you as the sun sets on the summer day. The heat has subsided somewhat but the sticky humidity is still in the air. The sky above is painted with twilight and cotton candy clouds that stretch across the blue canvas. How long have you been asleep?Â
You are speechless, just staring at Gojo and wondering what the hell is happening. âT-Thatâs okay,â you softly stammer. âIâm gonna eat a little later.â
He shrugs, stretching his muscled arms over his head. âSuit yourself. By the way, sorry about the music.âÂ
You continue to stare up at him blankly. âHuh?â you dumbly ask, your mind still hazy from your nap.Â
He snickers at you, making you flush even more. âThe music from earlier,â he clarifies. âWe tried turninâ it down, but the stereo broke. I donât think Iâve ever heard you sound that madâŚor be that loud.âÂ
He adverts his eyes from yours as if heâs ashamed to look at you. It confuses you. Does he feel bad or something?
While he certainly should because he ruined your relaxation time, you canât help but feel a strange tug in your stomach at the sight of his eyesâso downtrodden and void of that usual glint in them.Â
âAnyway!â he exclaims, putting on a smile. âIâll tell Geto to save you a plate.â He leaves you sitting there before you can say even say anything. Once heâs gone, you sit back in your chair and bring the towel up to your chin.Â
âDammit,â you sigh, feeling guilt twist in your gut. Maybe you were a little too harsh earlier. After all, you were drinking.
You know youâve been standoffish and cold to both of them during this entire trip, and yet despite that, Gojo still came out to make sure you were okay and Geto still fixed you a plate. Maybe you could give some of that kindness back.Â
After swallowing you pride, you wrap yourself in the towel, gather your things, and venture into the house to find your coworkers. As soon as you hear Gojoâs big ass mouth, you find them in the beautifully-decorated kitchen with its black granite counters and hardwood floors.
Geto stands at the stove with his back to you, his muscles flexing beneath his black tee, while Gojo sits at the kitchen island chomping down on his steak in his Crocs and white crop top that exposes his hard abs. You do your best to ignore the butterflies swarming in your stomach at the sight of them.Â
âHey,â you call from the threshold of the kitchen. They instantly stop what theyâre doing to look at you, looking almost shocked that youâre standing in front of them.
Nervously, you fiddle with the strap to your bag. âUmâŚthe water is really nice if you two wanna go in. Iâm finished.âÂ
Gojo practically drops his fork. âHot springs just for us?â he excitedly says. âFuck yes! Iâve been waiting to take a soak!â
Geto turns and leans against the edge of the counter, revealing the apron heâs wearing. It only makes him sexier to you. âSame here. I was so exhausted after yesterday that I never got a chance to.âÂ
âNow I really have to look for these shorts,â Gojo announces before jumping out of his seat and zooming past you for the upstairs. You watch him, quietly giggling to yourself.
When you turn back to Geto, heâs already staring at you. âSo youâre okay with us beinâ out there with you?â he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.Â
The question perplexes you. âWhy wouldnât I be?â you ask, confused.Â
He crosses his big arms over his broad chest, making your throat go dry. âWell, you just act like you donât wanna be bothered by us. I mean, donât get it twisted: I like alone time, too, especially in a place like this.âÂ
His words make guilt churn in your stomach. Have you been making them feel like this the entire time youâve been here?
âWell, of course, stupid!â your subconscious screams at you. âYou barely talk to them or hang out with them, even when theyâre in the same room as you! What did you expect?âÂ
You wouldâve thought that them taking a hint would make you feel accomplished, but all it does is make you feel weird. And not in a good way.
Realizing youâve been silent for too long, you scramble to answer Geto. âI was gonna go to my room to make a call,â you lie. âAnd itâs not that I donât wanna be bothered by you guys, butâŚâÂ
Your brain does mental gymnastics trying to find a logical explanation for your behavior towards them: âBecause Iâm introvertedâ? âBecause Iâm shyâ? âBecause Iâm sexually attracted to you both and being around you makes me wanna tear off your clothes and shove your dicks in my face?âÂ
Gojoâs hard footsteps coming tumbling down the steps again, so hard that the hardwood steps creak. âI found my shorts!â he happily announces, presenting his red swim trunks to you and Geto. At the sight of you standing in the kitchen, his smile fades. âUhâŚam I interrupting somethinâ?âÂ
Geto glances at you before looking back at his clueless friend. âNah,â he immediately replies. âWe were just talkinâ about the water. Supposedly, its minerals strip you of all the dirt in your pores.âÂ
He walks across the threshold of the kitchen to walk past you, giving you a whiff of his cologne and the spicy scent of cinnamon. It makes you clench your thighs together.
Soon, the two leave for the hot springs and youâre left by yourself. Being left alone in the house allows you to breathe and you lean against the kitchen wall, calming your pounding heart. âWhy do they have to be so goddamn fine?â you think in anguish.Â
Once you compose yourself, you take the plate Geto wrapped in foil for you from the stove and slink into your bedroom to eat. The food is orgasm-worthy, to say the least. The steak is juicy and tender, the vegetables are crisp, and the rice is warm and hearty. Geto is an incredible cook. And heâs incredibly sweet.
It is this fact that gives you the courage to swallow your pride and return to the hot springs when you hear them chatting and splashing about. You make sure your towel is wrapped tight around your body before you take a deep breath and venture outside.
Nothing couldâve prepared you for the sheer sexiness that is currently occupying the hot springs in the set of two.
All you see is pecs, abs, and muscles on muscles along with a few scatterings of tattoos on tanned skin dripping with water. Gojo has a few tattoos you can see on his collarbone, neck, and lower hipbone while Geto only has oneâa large, red dragon on his back that curls over his shoulder blades.Â
With the way the steam rises from the water to surround your coworkers, it reminds you of a raunchy romance book cover that you see in airports and grocery stores. Youâre already considering this to be a bad idea with how reactive your body is to themâyour heartbeat begins to accelerate; your body temperature rises; your pussy jumps excitedly.Â
But itâs too late to turn around and go inside when Gojo notices you standing there, a glass of wine in his hand. âOh, and she returns!â he teases, his crystal blue eyes peering up at you from over the steam. âTo what do we owe the pleasure, Your Majesty?âÂ
Geto, settled on the rocks with his big feet in the water, rolls his eyes. âIgnore him. You want a puff?â You then notice the blunt settled between his thumb and forefinger.Â
You shake your head as you slowly walk around the pool of water to the other side, as far away from them as possible. âIâm good,â you softly decline.
Gojo gives you a smirk as he sips his wine. âWhy? Too scared?â Geto splashes water at him with his foot. âToru,â he criticizes, âdonât be a dick.âÂ
You donât let Getoâs teasing bother you though, simply smirking at him as you settle down on a rock. âI donât really smoke like that. Plus, isnât smoking prohibited here?â You slide down to stick your feet in, sighing at the warm water caressing your feet.Â
Gojo snickers at you, giving you a mischievous wink. âOnly in the house.â
With that said, he wanders farther into the water, softly moaning at the feeling. The sound makes your stomach flip. âAh, shit, that feels good,â he sighs as he leans back against a nearby rock, his eyes fluttering closed. You canât help but notice how long his lashes are.Â
Geto does the same, sliding down the rocks and keeping his arm up to spare his blunt. Once the water hits his body, he lets out a deep moan that lights a fire in you too. âMmm, it sure does,â he sighs.
Noticing you from across the way, he smirks at you. âYou sure you donât wanna join us? The pool is big enough for another person if you want another dip.âÂ
The sound of another dip in the warm water sounds heavenly, especially with the ache you feel in your neck. But you shake your head, already coming up with a good excuse that doesnât involve jumping their bones. âI got my dip already, thanks. If I get in again, Iâll fall asleep and I need to check these emails forââÂ
Gojo cuts you off with a groan. âThatâs all you ever fuckinâ do is work!â he whines, scowling at you from across the way. You scoff, rolling your eyes at the man-child. âNot true,â you argue. âI have a life outside of work, thank you very much.âÂ
You turn away to look at the swaying trees, ignoring the flush Gojoâs scoff causes you. âShit, you couldâve fooled me.âÂ
Geto chuckles to himself, making you gap at him. âYou think so too?â you ask, shocked.Â
The long-haired man shrugs, puffing on his blunt. âItâs just weird to see you not behind a desk,â he chortles. He cocks his head to the side, his eyes intense. âActually, I think this is the first time Iâve actually seen you out of your work fits, now that I think about it.â
You cross your legs in the water, paranoid that he can see up your towel. âItâs a nice change though. You could use some relaxation.âÂ
You raise both brows at his gull. âMe?â you parrot incredulously. âI could use it?âÂ
âYou think nobody notices how tense you are?â Geto asks, humored. âWith the way the boss works you out, Iâm shocked you havenât had a breakdown yet. Everybody talks about how good you are though.â You donât know if heâs lying but his words make you flush regardless. Â
âYeah, you know your shit,â Gojo agrees, pouring himself more expensive wine. âItâs a shame youâre so uptight though.âÂ
You gape at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Did he justâŚ? âI am not uptight,â you scoff, offended. âItâs not my fault I give a shit about my work and my reputation around the office.â
You purse your lips at the white-haired man, judging him with your eyes. âYou date much?âÂ
You donât know if itâs the steam creating the illusion but you believe you see Gojo blush. âSheâs got you there, man,â Geto chuckles, puffing on his blunt.
Gojo gives him the finger before turning back to him. âFirst of all, I canât help it if my coworkers find me attractive. And second of all, are you okay?âÂ
You raise an eyebrow at him. âYeah, why?â Gojo cocks his head to the side, looking worried. âYouâve been rubbing your neck for the past five minutes. What, you thought we didnât notice?âÂ
You now realize that youâve been, in fact, rubbing the back of your neck. You didnât even realize it. Quickly, you snatch your hand away. âItâs just a crick. Iâm fine.â
You crane your neck back in an attempt to ease the ache but that only makes it worse and you bite back a whimper of pain.Â
âYouâre definitely not fine,â Geto replies, sounding concerned. Seeing both their eyes enveloped in concern for you makes you want to hide away. âYouâre the frontman for our company!â Gojo exclaims. âYou think I can stand there and talk to people?â
You quirk a smile at him, deciding to be witty even when youâre in discomfort. âIf you tried.âÂ
Gojo crookedly smiles at you, making your stomach flip-flop. Goddammit. âGet in the water, Y/N,â Geto firmly says, putting his blunt up on an ashtray near the rocks. âCâmon, we donât bite.â
He, too, gives you a crooked smile that has you thinking less than holy things. âUnless you want us to,â Gojo adds, suggestively raising his brows at you.Â
You know that this is a very bad idea. The fact that you canât foresee what could happen if you decide to take up their offer and soak with them is one that rubs you the wrong way. How can you be so sure that things wonât take a wrong turn if you do this?Â
But seeing the way your coworkers are looking at you, so worried, is making you want to throw caution to the wind. âWhatever,â you huff passively, âbut only until my neck stops hurting.â
You donât look at them as you gently climb down the rock so you donât see the look they share, calling BS on your comment. When you slide down into the water, your body immediately responds positively to the hot, bubbling water. The ache in your neck is immediately eased as are your tired muscles. âMmm, wow,â you groan.Â
âRight?â Gojo chuckles in agreement, taking an empty glass from beside the wine bottle. âIt feels much better at this time of day, donât it? You want a glass?â
You know you shouldnât take the glass from him but the wine just looks too crisp to refuse. And it is crisp, hinted with fresh fruit, when you take a sip. Then you are taking three, then four, then five.Â
Before you know it, you are gravitating faaaaar away from your original spot at the end of the hot springs pool until youâre about armâs length away from both Gojo and Geto.
The wine works quickly, making you feel warm and bold. Bold enough to side-eye the blunt that is settled in Gojoâs fingers now as smoke puffs from between his pink lips. âActually, pass that over here,â you say before you can stop yourself. But youâre here to relax, right? Might as well do it right.Â
Gojo and Geto share a look of shock. âI thought you said you donât smoke like that,â Geto says, a humored smirk on his face as Gojo passes you the blunt.Â
You carefully take it between your forefinger and thumb. âI donât, but this is the first business trip Iâve had. Might as well celebrate.â You take a short puff, letting the smoke fill your lungs, before exhaling, the tickle in your throat making you cough.Â
Gojo laughs as you cough and you flip him off. âOooh, I like this side of you,â he teases. âNot that your princess-y attitude isnât a turn-on either though.â You take another puff before passing the blunt back to Gojo. âSo you think Iâm stuck up?â you ask, cocking your head to the side.Â
Gojo shares a nervous look with Geto who just shrugs. âNotâŚentirely,â he carefully replies. You gap at hi, gobsmacked. âWeâve just never seen you really talk to anyone before, including us!â he quickly adds. âYou should hear what others say about you.âÂ
Though you donât want to know, you hate how you care. âIâm not stuck up just because I donât date coworkers,â you scoff indignantly. "I just donât need that type of drama, especially from you two.â Geto raises an eyebrow, not looking irked but more curious at your jab. âWhat does that mean?â he asks.Â
You donât know if itâs the weed or wine starting to talk, but itâs fucking screaming with every bold word you utter. âIt means Iâve heard a bit about you two from the women around the office. You both get around.â
The two look at each other and begin to laugh, making your body flush hot in the water. âHey, if the opportunity comes to have some fun, Iâm gonna take it,â Gojo chuckles, flashing you a white-toothed smile. âAnd for the record, Iâve dated coworkers that werenât just hookups but real, genuine relationships.âÂ
Geto nods as he passes his white-haired friend the blunt. âSame here. But you canât stop two people from findinâ each other attractive or one not deciding to embark on a romantic relationship. Sex is just sex for some.âÂ
You advert your gaze, not sure if you should even respond or allow yourself to partake in this convo. Howâd you even get here?Â
Geto takes your silence for a different perspective though. âYou donât agree?â he asks as he sips his wine, his pink lips now wet.
You quickly snap your eyes back up to his face. âItâs not that I donât, but youâd might as well not date coworkers at all if all youâre lookinâ for is casual sex.âÂ
âSo youâve never dated anyone at work before?â Geto asks, sounding shocked, smoke billowing from his lips. âNot even before workinâ for this company?â
He passes you the blunt again, but youâre not sure if you should hit again. Youâre already feeling light and dazed âNo,â you answer truthfully. âThat justâŚisnât me. Iâm way more focused on my work.âÂ
You pass the blunt back to Gojo who passes it to Geto. âThen you need to get unfocused and relax yourself,â he encourages, smiling crookedly at you. âAnd I know a perfect way that isnât just with weed. Whoâs up for a game of Truth Or Dare?âÂ
He gives you reach a mischievous smile, a gleam in his eye. Geto stares at him in disbelief. âWhat are we, twelve?â he scoffs.
Gojo glares at him, splashing water at his chest. âIf you donât wanna play, you donât have to, dickhead,â he scoffs. âY/N and I will happily play a game and leave you out of it. Wonât we, Y/N?âÂ
You donât know what it is that makes you give in. Perhaps it is the warmth of the water or the wine or the soft, almost pleading look in Geto and Gojoâs eyes. But defeatedly, you agree.
âFuck it,â you sigh, throwing all caution to the wind. âLetâs play a round.â Surprisingly, your agreement influences Geto too as he places his blunt up on the ashtray. âWhatever; I guess Iâll play, too.â He leans back against a large rock, tossing one big arm over it, giving you a good look at the water cascading down his broad chest.Â
Geto claps excitedly. âNow itâs a party!â he excitedly cheers. âWeâll start with me and then go around. So, Geto, truth or dare?â Geto's dark eyes cut over to you through the steam rising from the water, making your heart leap. âDare.âÂ
The white-haired hottie turns to give you a mischievous smirk. âI dare you to do one lap around this pool naked.â You and Geto blink at him dumbly. âYouâre kidding,â you both say in unison. But Geto is deadass, staring his friend down and daring him to say no.Â
âFuck you,â Geto growls, but gets out of the pool regardless. You watch, unable to keep your eyes off of his big, wet body and muscles that ripple and flex. When he is finally out of the pool, he stands with his back to you and begins to take off of his trunks.
It just about causes a nosebleed when you get an eyeful of his tight yet plump and toned ass, slightly paler than the rest of his tanned body. You donât even want to see what his dick looks like.
Luckily, he keeps his hands cupped over his junk as he begins to do a lap around the pool, much to his dislike and Gojoâs amusement. Youâre unable to laugh, still staring at his ass. Itâs just so plump and squeezable andâ â
Heâs got a nice ass, right?â Gojo whispers, suddenly beside you. He stares you down with those crystal blue eyes, making your mind go blank.
âItâs okay; you can look. I donât mind sharinâ the view. You should try seeinâ it every single night like me.â He gives you a wink that makes you realize what heâs saying. âWaitâŚare youââ
âDating?â he finishes, chuckling at your shock. âDonât tell him I said that. Weâre still keepinâ it on the low.âÂ
This newfound information only confuses you more. So if theyâre dating, are they also dating other people? And what about the sex? And how come this hasnât spilled at work?
Youâre sure there is someone at work that has been with both of them if this is the case. SexâŚwith both of them. The idea makes you feel strangely hot.Â
Youâre so dissociated that you donât even realize that Geto has gotten back into the poolâŚwithout his trunks. You find them drying on a nearby lounge chair.âHappy now?â Geto gruffly asks his boyfriend.Â
Gojo just smiles and turns his attention to you. âYour turn, Y/N.â Against your better judgement, you take your glass of wine and take a sip. âGojo, truth or dare?â you ask.
Geto gives him signature, lazy smirk. âDare.â You swish the wine around in your glass, thinking of a good dare that isnât dirty or wonât make your clit jump at the sight of his body. âI dare you toâŚdrink the hot springs water.âÂ
The white-haired hottie laughs, waving a passive hand. âWhat? Too scared?â you challenge, smirking at him. Gojoâs eyes widen an inch, shocked at your gall. Thatâs all it takes for him to crumble.
After gulping, he bravely dips his head down to the water and takes a sip. Geto gags in disgust while you hysterically laugh. Poor Gojo comes up seconds later and swallows every ounce of the water, looking positively sickly afterwards. âHow do we taste, Toru?â Geto snickers, earning a splash in the face.Â
âYour turn, Sugu,â you say and then flush, realizing what you just said. Geto doesnât seem to realize it though, and if he does, he doesnât say anything. âY/N, truth or dare?â he asks, his deep voice like a rumble beneath the surface of your desire.Â
âTruth,â you say, earning a scoff of pure disgust from Gojo.Â
âHow come you donât like us?â he bluntly asks. You blink at him, wondering if heâs joking, but heâs deadass. His fixed stare tells you so.
Itâs such a random question that it takes you a moment to process it. âWhat?âÂ
âHow come you donât like us?â he repeats, fixing you with a very intense stare.Â
Gojo does the same, his eyes locking with yours from across the water. âI wanna know that too, actually.â
Youâre frozen, unable to think, speak or move. You weren't expecting this. âYouâre puttinâ me on the spot?â you scoff, irritated by Getoâs question. âWhat, was this a setup?âÂ
Geto scoffs as he takes a short puff of his blunt, smoke billowing from his soft, plump lips. âYou set yourself up for that one, mama. So you gonna answer it or what?â He cocks his head to the side, his eyes slits that barely move from yours.
Both stare, silently and patiently waiting for you to answer. It is as if the water got ten times hotter. âNo, I donât dislike you,â you defeatedly sigh. âWhat gave you the impression that I donât?â
Geto is happy to enlighten you. âWell, for one, you never really wanna talk to us, youâve barely said anything to us on this tripââ
âAnd youâve been hidinâ away in your bedroom since yesterday,â Gojo adds. âWeâre startinâ to think you hate our guts.â Though he says it jokingly, you can tell from the saddened look in his eyes that he means it.Â
Guilt twists in your gut and you officially feel like the bitchiest person in the world. âI donât,â you say apologetically. âAnd Iâm sorry about earlier when I yelledâŚand that Iâve been acting like a bitch. I just donât hang with coworkers too much. Itâs not my thing, like dating. I find a lot of the people I work with to beâŚâ
You trail off, searching for the right words that the alcohol and weed are making especially difficult to do.Â
âAnnoying?â Geto offers.Â
âFuckinâ insufferable?â Gojo asks. You giggle softly at their comments. âNo, and no. But people donât really talk to me too much anyway because Iâm, as you say, âuptightâ.â Gojo raises a curious eyebrow at you. âAnd youâre okay with that?âÂ
You stare down at the water, not wanting either of them to see the downtrodden look in your eyes. While youâd love be more social at work, you also know that this is probably for the best.
âIf it means I wonât have anyone backstab me and destroy my rep at work, then yeah. Itâs not like I donât have friends though, but I donât do dating.âÂ
It sounds absolutely pathetic, but you just canât have anyone distracting you from your work or have you get caught up in the realm of workplace drama. If that means missing out on meeting someone nice or possibly catching some dick then so be it.Â
Geto hums like that is damn shame. âThatâs too bad,â Gojo tuts, âbecause the motherfucker who manages to scoop you up would be lucky.âÂ
If a record scratch had any place in the conversation, it would be now. As soon as your ears catch Gojoâs words, your eyes widen and your heart skips several beats. Where the hell did that come from? And why the fuck was it so damn smooth?Â
You stare at Gojo who stares at you right back. âYouâre lookinâ at me like you canât believe what I just said,â he comments, cocking his head to the side. "You really donât see how fuckinâ pretty you are? Thatâs a damn shame âcause you absolutely are.â
He sips his wine like he didnât just say those incredibly flirtatious lines. Like he didnât just make your heart pound and your stomach jump.Â
Your eyes flit to Geto and heâs giving you the same look that Gojo is: flirtatious; intense; extremely unfriendly. He looks like he wants to dick you down from where youâre sitting.Â
Right then you feel the tension in the air return, but this time, itâs fueled by sexual energy and feelings unexplored and unacknowledgedâŚuntil now, that is. You grip your towel tighter to you, staring down at the water instead of your coworkersâ unyielding gazes. âY-Youâre just sayinâ that,â you laugh incredulously to yourself.Â
âOh, are we?â Gojo challenges, causing you to nervously bite your lip. âGeto, truth or dare?â You donât know why you look up, but you do, finding
Getoâs eyes still targeting you. âDare,â he replies, his voice but a deep growl. You swear your pussy turns into a goddamn heartbeat.
Gojo smirks at you from behind his wine glass, a mischievous gleam in his icy blues. âI dare you to kiss Y/N.âÂ
You blink at him dumbly, his challenge slowly processing in your head. âW-What?â you squeak. You look to Geto, hoping heâll be just as confused and alarmed as you, but instead, heâs still looking at you like he wants every single piece of you.Â
âYou donât have to dare me to do that,â he softly growls. Suddenly, faster than your mind can process it, he is standing in the water and making his way over to you, his big, muscled body on full displayâŚincluding what lies down below.Â
Though you canât see him beneath the water, you can see his dark happy trail and toned stomach leading down the dark patch of curls where his cock is. You picture it being long and thick, swinging like a pendulum between his thick, three-trunk legs.
His long, black hair cascades down his broad shoulders in wet waves like snakes as water droplets drip down every inch of his skin. You find yourself wanting to lick each one off.Â
You know you should stop this. You should call it off and get out of the water. But something inside of youâthat rebellious, raging fire inside of youâstops you from moving, even as Geto is finally in front of you. Though he is close enough where you can smell his scent and feel the warmth radiating off of him, he gives you enough space to leave if you wish or even push him away.Â
He is still patient and considerate of how you feel. Youâve never felt soâŚtaken care of. That's the right term, isnât it? Youâre too stoned and tipsy to think about it.Â
Geto peers down at you with those violet eyes that make you feel like youâre waltzing through a field of lavender. âAre you okay with this, sweetheart?â he whispers, concern in his eyes. âJust tell us to stop if you donât want this.âÂ
You shouldn't want this. You shouldn't want to have any part in this mess. But you find yourself silently nodding. He then cups one of his big hands against your face, making your eyes flutter closed from the pleasure his touch evokes inside of you.Â
And then his lips are on yours. His kiss has to be one of the best ones youâve ever had in your life. Itâs a kiss you can only find in Disney movies or storybooks: magical; tender; it sweeps you right off your feet.Â
And yet it is so sensual and seductive, his lips seducing you with every single slow movement against yours. Gojo takes his other hand to cup the other side of your face, holding you in place as his kiss deepens.
At some point, you feel his tongue lick tantalizingly at your bottom lip, silently asking for access. You allow it to him and his tongue swirls with yours, creating sloppy, suckling sounds that make your pussy clench beneath the water. He tastes of Moscato.
Finally, he pulls away, but doesnât stray too far from your lips. âTruth or dare?â he asks you, his voice low and breathless.Â
Youâre breathing heavy, your mind blank and dizzy from the kiss. You almost ask him to repeat himself. âDare,â you hear yourself answer.Â
Gojo presses another long, deep kiss against your lips as if you can't get enough. âI dare you to kiss Gojo,â he says in a low, lustful tone.Â
You nearly get whiplash with how fast you turn to look at Gojo. He is already moving in close, a hungered look in his eyes. âShit, Iâve been waitinâ for this for years,â he exhales before his lips cover yours.
While his kiss is still just as intoxicating and swoon-worthy as Getoâs, his is also more rougher; wetter. He teases and plays with you, nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth and swirling his tongue around with yours, even sucking on it slightly.Â
It feels oh-so good. You find yourself grasping at Gojoâs broad shoulders, running your hands down his biceps. You feel his hands move to hold your waist, never once going under the towel, but your body tenses as if he does.Â
Though you want to melt into this kiss and take whatever Gojo gives you, at the back of your mind, youâre still apprehensive of where this could go. You canât believe any of this is happening. Gojo notices this and moans disapprovingly against your lips before pulling away.
âYouâre so tense, babe,â he coos, concern in his blue eyes. You look down at the rippling water, hoping to gather your thoughts if you look away from him.Â
âIs this too much?â Geto worriedly asks, his deep voice from behind you causing your heart to flutter. âDo you want us to stop?âÂ
The fact that their concern for your comfort makes you wetââand not at all from the water at this point. Despite you currently being sandwiched between two very big and buff men who could certainly make you do whatever they wish, they donât and youâve never felt safer.Â
You also feel quite fearful of that feeling and the desire to let go. How can you be sure it wonât lead somewhere else? What if you indulge in these inhibitive desires now and regret them later? What if the your coworkers find out? Then youâd be the talk of all departments.Â
âFuck it.â
The thought comes to your mind like a bat out of hell. At the moment, you don't care about anyone or anything else except for the two men occupying your space. You donât care about anything except quenching your thirst and easing the throbbing between your legs. You don't care about tomorrowâjust now. You turn to Gojo, boldly staring into his eyes.Â
âDid you really mean that?â you softly ask. âHave you really wanted to kiss me for years?âÂ
Gojoâs eyes widen an inch over the random question, but he doesnât neglect answering you. âWe both have, princess. Weâve been pining after you for a long time now.â His honesty makes your heart leap.Â
âWe just never said anything âcause we figured the damage was done,â Geto explains. âYou know how word gets around the workplace about employeesâ personal sex lives. Itâs like a locker room in that bitch.âÂ
âAnd just in case youâre wondering, youâre the first coworker weâve ever been with likeâŚthisâŚwith,â Gojo adds.Â
Geto side-eyes him to which Gojo grins guilty at him. âYes, I alluded to us dating. You wonât tell anyone though, will you, sweetheart?â But youâre silent, too busy trying to understand what Gojo meant. âThis?â you inquire, confused.Â
âWhat Gojo means is weâve never shared the same partner from work,â Geto explains. âUsually, when we have sex with a coworker, itâs something we do individually and not together. If we do happen have a threesome, itâs just a hookup from the club or the bar.â
The gears in your head are slowly starting to process. âSo you have an open relationship?â you curiously ask.Â
âItâs just something that always worked for us,â Geto explains. âBut being with you has made us want different. Something realâŚif thatâs what you want too.â
They both stare you down, silent and patient but their eyes scream desire and tenderness. Two things youâre craving for right now. However, Geto takes your silence for discomfort. âWe should stop. I donât wanna overwhelm her orââÂ
âChange my mind,â you blurt. The two stare at you confusedly.Â
âSorry?â Geto asks, coaxing you to repeat yourself.Â
Youâre more than happy to do so, moving closer to him as you do. âIf youâre not what our coworkers say you are and if itâs true that you feel this way about me, then change. My. Mind.âÂ
That is all the two need to hear. Theyâre on you immediately, pressing their bodies against your front and back. You are completely trapped between them, and you couldnât be more content.
Gojoâs lips move hungrily agains your neck while Getoâs mouth sucks on your neck, leaving hickeys that youâll have to cover with concealer the next morning.Â
âSo fuckinâ pretty,â he growls against your skin. âSuch a fuckinâ tease. Makinâ us feel this way for so longâŚâ His big hands begin to caress your hips and ass over your towel, causing you to moan into Gojoâs lips.Â
The white-haired hottie chuckles into your mouth before pulling away with a wet smack. âYouâve gotta pay for that, princess,â he teasingly whispers into your ear. âStartinâ by losinâ this thing.â He tugs on your towel, nearly ripping it off your chest.Â
You make a small noise of protest, your eyes flitting to the brush surrounding you. âNo oneâs gonna see us, darlinâ,â Gojo coos in your ear. âThis place is surrounded by trees. Itâs only us here, baby.â Getoâs hands slide up your hips under your towel, distracting you from your nerves.Â
So you let them disrobe you. The towel comes off, floating away in the water, leaving your bikini. They slowly untie the strings holding your bikini together. You let the top fall from your chest, revealing your titties to them, and then your bottoms come off, exposing your naked pussy to the water.
Though they canât see it yet, you know they have the advantage to touch you if they wish. And you wouldnât stop them. The two men are immediately dumbstruck at the sight of you, their eyes widening.Â
âGoddamn,â Geto hisses while Gojo whistles at the sight of your naked body. Both reactions make you flush, a newfound confidence flowing through your core. You feel like the sexiest bitch alive.Â
âThis definitely beats those tight-ass pencil skirts you be wearinâ to work,â Gojo chuckles as he runs his long fingertips down your sides. âSo many times Iâve thought about bending you over my desk while Geto kisses those pretty lips of yours.â You whimper at his naughty fantasy, wanting the same thing.Â
âOr while I play with these gorgeous tits,â Geto mumbles, pressing his front to your back. One of his big hands move to gently fondle one of your breasts, keeping his touch light. His warm palm and fingers touch every sensitive part of your breast, even pinching your hardened nipple. A moan escapes your lips, unable to be hidden anymore.
âThereâs another one for you, Toru,â the long-haired beauty chuckles, nodding at your other free breast. âHelp me relax her a bit more.âÂ
Gojo quickly swoops in and begins suckling at the brown peak of your hard nipple, his wet tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Geto follows suit, taking your other nipple into his mouth and suckling gently on it. Your mouth falls open into an O, the feeling of their hot, wet mouths and tongues caressing your breasts euphoric.Â
âFuck,â you whimper, leaning your head back against a rock. Geto hums approvingly as he continues to lap at your nipple as if he is trying to draw milk from it.
âThatâs it, baby,â Gojo coos, pausing from sucking your nipple. âJust relax. You deserve this.â His pearly whites begin to nibble gently on your nipple, the slight sharpness of his teeth making you draw a sharp breath.Â
âI do,â you find yourself thinking. âI deserve this.âÂ
You deserve every ounce of the pleasure they are trying to give you. Your hands move to caress their hair, gripping the strands every time they lick or tug on a particularly sensitive part of your gorgeous titties. Your pussy canât take it! Sheâs dripping for attention at this point, begging you to put her out of her misery.Â
Gojo must realize this from the way you whine and moan from his and Getoâs lips.âSomeoneâs excited,â he chortles, smirking cockily up at you. âYou want me to touch you?âÂ
You whimper, hesitant. Your pride does not allow you to use your voice despite your desperation. Gojo just laughs, silently making fun of your dilemma. âUse your words, baby, or I canât help you,â he teasingly whispers against your breast. His hot breath caressing your sensitive bud nearly makes your pussyâs heartbeat accelerate. Youâre losing it, wanting something, anything.Â
Your desperation wins. âDammit, Gojo, just touch me!â you whine. âI want you to touch my pussyâŚplease.â You stare into the ocean-blue depths of Gojoâs eyes, finding the sheer joy in your begging there.Â
You donât get to stare into them long because Geto turns your face to his and presses a passionate kiss to your lips. âGood girl,â he murmurs against your lips. âYouâd better give her what she wants before she loses her mind, Toru.âÂ
Gojo puts you out of your misery by lighting stroking your clit with his thumb. The little pulses has you seeing stars and your eyes flutter closed to see more.
He proceeds to press kisses to your neck, humming approvingly as he does. âThat feel good?â he teasingly asks, his hot breath fanning your neck. It does, but⌠âN-needâŚneed more,â you softly moan. âPlease taste me.âÂ
A lustful look flashes across Gojoâs face. âWell, since you asked so nicelyâŚâ He nods at Geto and the dark-haired man takes hold of you by your hips, scooping you up and chuckling at your squeak. He then places you up on a flat rock, allowing you time to get used to the new environment.
âComfortable, mama?â Geto asks you, stroking your outer thigh. You nod, the summer breeze feeling cool against your wet skin and pussy that has become sensitive to everything.Â
âNow letâs see what youâve got for us,â Gojo purrs, moving forward to pry your legs open with one of his big hands.Â
âShit!â Geto hisses, gaping incredulously at your glistening pussy.Â
Gojo makes a noise between a moan and a hum, filling your core with heat. âSomethinâ tells me all of that ainât from the water,â he hums, his hooded eyes flicking up at you. âAll of that for us, princess? How generous of you. But who gets the first taste?âÂ
He stares at Geto challengingly, but Geto has already moved in front of him to get in between your legs.Â
âHey!â Gojo shouts, pouting at his spot being taken. Geto pulls away to spare him a glance. âYou were takinâ too long,â he deadpans. âI made the decision for you.â His violet eyes flick up to stare into yours, making your heart and clit throb. âLet me know what feels good to you.âÂ
You wish you could tell him everything he does feels good: the slow flicks and swirls of his big tongue against your clit; how carefully yet methodically he slides the muscle in his mouth against your wet slit; the pillowy-softness of his lips cushioning your pussy and rubbing against your clit. Your head rolls back, as do your eyes, unable to keep focus on Getoâs head bobbing between your legs.Â
âSugu,â you moan. âThatâŚah, shitâŚthat feels really good.â Gojo isn't a silent eater either. When he isnât making the sloppiest, wet sounds with his tongue and mouth in your cunt, heâs talking to you, telling you how good you taste.
âSo wet,â he moans into your pussy. âSo sweetâŚyou taste so fuckinâ good for me.â His deep voice rumbling in your pussy only makes you gush more which he happily laps up like a delighted dog.Â
Youâve fallen so deep into the pleasure Geto is giving you that you barely hear Gojo getting out of the water to instead settle down next to you. When you suddenly feel a few water droplets splash onto your tits, your eyes flutter open to see the white-haired hottie kneeling above you with a teasing smirk toying at his pink lips.
âYou look so goddamn cute like this, princess,â he sighs dreamily as if imagining his turn licking your cunt.Â
Geto begins to swirl his tongue in your clit, using the tip of it to caress your clit. His ministrations cause you to whimper pitifully, the pleasure too much for you to take. Your eyes flicker down to Gojoâs groin in your face and you notice the tent heâs pitching in his trunks. Not even thinking, your hand moves to caress his hardened dick, your puppy-dog eyes staring up at him pleadingly.
Surprise flashes in his eyes before it is replaced with full-blown lust. âOh? You want me?â he questions, smirking down at you. âHow can I deny such an adorable request?âÂ
Without another word, he unties his Calvin Klein swim trunks and shoves them down his tanned thighs, revealing his gorgeous, thick, hard cock protruding from a patch of silver pubic hair. Your eyes widen at as it pulses and throbs in front of your face, ready for all of you.Â
Gojo raises an expectant eyebrow at you, his hand grabbing the base of his cock. Knowing what he wants, you slowly open your mouth, covering your teeth with your juicy, kissable lips. He slowly slides his cock inside of your inviting mouth and you clamp your lips around him.
A long sigh leaves his lips and his head rolls back, exposing his neck and bobbing Adamâs Apple. You continue to bob your head along his long dick, soon becoming used to his girth.Â
You take one hand to replace his wrapped around his cock and begin to swirl your tongue along the head, lapping up the pre-cum that dribbles out for you. Gojo stares down at you, his blue eyes dark and face flushed with pleasure.
âAhâŚfuck!â he softly moans, his eyes squeezing shut as your tongue runs over the most sensitive spots along his cock. âI canât tell you how many times Iâve thought of this: you with your pretty face stuffed full of my cock. You look even better than in my dreams.âÂ
You slowly take him back into your mouth where you begin to move your head back and forth along his cock, hollowing your cheeks to make your mouth tight. Gojo isnât quiet eitherâhe moans and swears; whimpers and groans at the feeling of your tight, wet mouth wrapped around him.Â
You try to follow the same pattern as Getoâs slow, teasing strokes, taking your sweet time. The sounds that leave your lips are sloppy and lewd, making your pussy clench tighter in Getoâs mouth. When you finally feel like youâve gotten used to him, you begin to try to take Gojo into your throatâŚGod, is that a mistake.Â
Already, your jaw begins to ache and your throat feels full from him, but Gojo doesnât consider that when he gives you a lustful, deviant stare. âWant me to fuck that face, princess?â he huffs. âNod for yes.âÂ
Your throat is gonna hate your ass for this later, but you nod, causing Gojo to moan at the vibrations against his dick. âGood girl. Now listen carefully: if any time you need something, if you wanna breathe or want me to stop, just tap my thigh twice, got it?âÂ
You nod once again and Geto praises you. âSo obedient,â he chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your clit. âCâmon, Toru, don't tease the girl. Give her what she wants.âÂ
Gojo doesnât need to be told twice. Immediately, he shifts his hips and slides deeper inside your mouth, sliding across your throat. You choke a bit as he does so until you can nearly feel him touch the back of your throat. You instantly open your throat more as if to yawn and breathe slowly through your nose, trying to avoid choking along Gojoâs cock.Â
He doesnât go slow either. Immediately, his hand grips your hair and he proceeds to rut into your throat, fucking your face like he is in need of it. âAh, yes!â he moans, high-pitched and brazened. âTake it, baby. Take all of me down that throat like a good lilâ girl.âÂ
And you do, ignoring the sting of tears in your eyes and the ache of your jaw. Spit pools along your bottom lip and drips down your chin, causing your mouth to make sharp, sucking sounds whenever Gojo thrusts.
His eyes are wild as he stares down at you sucking him off like the best little slut heâs ever had. âI bet youâve been feeninâ for this, havenât you?â he chuckles deviously. âI bet the thought of havinâ the both of us has made you wet, right?âÂ
You donât answer, too occupied with his merciless, rough thrusts and heavy balls slapping against your chin. Gojo pulls back a bit to allow you to speak as Geto sharply smacks your pussy, making your clit jump with pleasure as soon as his palm makes contact with it. âAnswer him,â he growls.Â
You nearly cry out in both pleasure and pain, becoming drunk off of the strange mixture. âYes!â you moan around Gojoâs cock, your words muffled and gargled. âI-Iâve wanted this! Iâve wanted you both for so, so long!âÂ
Gojo grins widely, sliding his thick cock out of your mouth. The sight of it being so wet and slick with your spit makes your stomach flip excitedly. âGooood girl!â he coos, patting your cheek. âYou deserve a reward for your honesty. Sugu, switch with me. Iâm almost jealous seeinâ you get a taste of that pussy for so long.âÂ
Geto is up and out from between your legs immediately, jumping at the chance to get his dick in your mouth. It is a dick to behold: he is much thicker than Gojo but not quite as long with one long, pulsating vein trailing from the pink, bulbous tip dripping his precum to the base that leads up to a patch of black hair and a smooth, toned, tanned stomach and V-line.Â
You can't take your eyes off of him, even as he and Gojo switch positions. Geto grabs his dick and holds it in front of you, his eyes dark with lust and need. "Stick your tongue out,â he breathlessly orders you. You do so and he begins to tap his head against your tongue before sliding himself in your mouth.
Damn, is he thick! Your mouth and jaw stretch to accommodate his size though not without discomfort.Â
Gojo groans as he slides deeper and deeper, each inch opening up your throat more. âDeeper, mama,â he grunts. âTake me deeper.âÂ
He gives you choice but to do so, even though your nostrils burn from inhaling and exhaling too hard to avoid choking on his dick. You canât help but gag on it though as your throat flexes against his shaft that begins to stroke the wet walls of your throat.
He, too, begins to fuck your throat though not as roughly or quickly. His strokes are slow yet deep, touching the back of your throat with every single thrust of his hips.Â
Gojo watches from the waters below, settled in between your thighs as he begins to caress your pussy. âHowâs she feel, Sugu?â he teasingly hums. âIsnât her throat heaven on earth?âÂ
Geto only answers in a moan, his entire body shuddering at the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him. Gojoâs tongue sliding inside of your pussy nearly distracts you as he begins to work your little, wet hole. You moan along Getoâs cock as your thighs tighten around Gojoâs head. He pulls away a bit to speak, his lips glistening from your wetness.Â
âYouâre so tight, princess. All Iâm doinâ is just tongue-fuckinâ you and youâre clenchinâ around me. Wonder howâd you feel with my dick in you.âÂ
âYou might wannaâŚah, shitâŚfinger her, just in case,â Geto huffs, still bumping his hips against your mouth. âGet her ready for when sheâŚfuck yes, babyâŚtakes you.âÂ
Gojo hums appreciatively at the lewd idea. âMmm, I like the way you think, Sugu.â Before you can even prepare, he is replacing his tongue with one of his long piano fingers. You practically scream around Getoâs cock as Gojo fucks you with his finger, slowly but effectively bringing you closer to the brink of madness as he strokes your G-spot.Â
You canât help itâyou pop off of Getoâs cock to vocalize your pleasure and need to orgasm. âGod, Toru!â you moan. âPlease make me cum! Iâm so, so close!â Your toes curl against Gojoâs head and your entire body clenches as he pushes you farther toward that hill.Â
He grins up at you, his finger still curling in your cunt in a âcome hitherâ motion that has you witnessing God. âThatâs some good begging if I havenât heard it before,â he snickers. âCum for us now, baby. Gush all over my fuckinâ face.âÂ
He ducks his head between your thighs again, his tongue doing the talking now. The constant stimulation against your clit and the wet strokes of Geto stroking his dick in your face cause you to hurdle down that hill into a sea of bliss.Â
When that chord finally snaps inside of you, you practically scream to the skies above as you gush all over Gojoâs face, your entire body tensing as the pleasure flows through your veins. Gojo appreciatively laps up every ounce of your cum, never wasting a single drop. âSo sweet!â he groans. âYou gave me so much, princess. You mustâve been so needy for so long.âÂ
Geto pauses his dick-stroking to greedily stare down at your open legs and his boyfriendâs face between them. âHey, donât be greedy. Gimme some of that, too.âÂ
He ducks down to press a hand to the back of Gojoâs head and bring him in for a rough, open-mouthed kiss where their tongues swirl and hands thread through their hair. You canât help itâyou begin to touch yourself at the erotic sight of the two attractive men kissing in front of you.Â
Gojo notices and pulls away to laugh, a string of spit trailing from his lip to Getoâs. âUh-oh,â he coos. âLooks like someone liked seeing that. You naughty slut, gettinâ off to us kissing.âÂ
You whimper, unable to deny it. Geto groans while Gojo looks visibly pained at the sight. âGod, youâre just too cute,â he growls, visibly frustrated from your adorableness. âItâs takinâ everything in me to not fuck you silly right now.âÂ
You can see itâhis cock is throbbing and twitching for you. The two stare down at you as if youâre a dessert place theyâre desperate to get a taste of. âWhat do you want now, princess?â Gojo asks, a knowing smile playing on his lips.Â
You have no time to be prideful. Your throbbing, aching pussy wonât allow you to. Youâre about to tear your hair out if you donât get either of them inside of you. Your hand continues to stroke your pussy right in their faces, beckoning their cocks forward.Â
âI want both of you,â you beg. âPleaseâŚI can't wait any more. Iâm on the pill too, so please just fuck me right here, right now.â The you that you were before this encounter wouldâve given you a look of pure disgust at your babbling and pleading to get fucked by two men you barely know.Â
The duo side-eye each other, devious plans in their eyes. âYou take the front, I take the back?â Gojo snickers. Geto scoffs, not even bothering to give an appropriate answer. âI could give less of a fuck where I end up. Just as long as my cum ends up all over her.âÂ
While your pussy clenches at the vulgarity of his language, Gojo mockingly gasps, delighted at his boyfriendâs words. âSo vulgar!â he giggles. âI love that.â He then gives your ass a smack, the sound reaching the very tops of the trees. âOn all fours, baby. Donât keep us waiting.âÂ
You do as they say, slowly getting into position, now facing Geto while Gojo settles behind you. You shiver at the feeling of the white-haired hottieâs hands caressing your ass, giving it sharp spanks every so often. Getoâs violet eyes glimmer down at you as he strokes his cock in your face.Â
âOpen wide, mama,â he coos, and you do so, looking up at him as you obediently widen your jaw to accommodate his size.
Speaking of accommodating size, your pussy is busy doing the same thing to Gojoâs cock that has just begun to slide inside of you, slow and careful.Â
You tense slightly as his cock stretches out your pussy. You canât remember when you had a dick this well-endowed. Gojoâs hands stroke your sides, easing your nerves. âJust relax, princess. Tell me when you want me to continue.â He keeps his hips still despite Getoâs slow strokes as he gently fucks your mouth. After a few minutes of adjusting, you pull away from Getoâs cock to speak.
âOkay,â you softly say, turning to look behind your shoulder at Gojo. âGo ahead. Itâs just a stretch, but Iâm not hurting. You can move now.âÂ
Gojo nods and begins to roll his hips into you. As soon as he does, youâre both moaning at the feeling of his cock stroking your insides. âJust as I thought,â he grunts. âYou feel like fuckinâ heaven.âÂ
You canât even describe how he feels. His dick stretches out your cunt and strokes every single pleasurable part of your insides that have your legs shaking and body trembling. The more he thrusts, the more he rubs up against your G-spot, almost painfully so. Itâs just too much!Â
But Gojo holds you firmly by your hips, completely bottomed out inside of you and rearranging your guts with every single thrust. âUh-uh, baby; donât run for me. You begged me for this shit and now youâre gonna take it.âÂ
He chuckles at your whines of protest and trembling body, making you feel even more like a pathetic slut. You want to escape from the constant stimulation, but the way he continues to beat your pussy into submission and drag you closer to your second orgasm are too delicious. And heâs so, so deep!Â
âToru, please!â you whine, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. âToo muchâŚso deep!â Gojo gigglesâfucking gigglesâat your struggle, his pearly whites gleaming brighter than the sun. âYeah?â he chuckles. âJust how a slut like you needs it, hm? NiceâŚand slowâŚand deep?âÂ
He begins to rock his hips back and forth into you with every drawn-out word, agonizingly slow and enjoying the way you squirm and whine around Getoâs cock when the long-haired beauty slides it back into your gaping, wet mouth.
âDonât slack now, mama,â he chuckles, finding amusement in your sensitivity. âDonât be a pillow princess either. Youâve gotta work for this.âÂ
Gojo lets out a shuddering moan, his head tossed back to the evening sky. âFuck me,â he moans, shuddering at the way you feel wrapped around him. âWith the way sheâs squeezinâ around me, sheâs doinâ a good job so far. We should test her and see if can still handle it.âÂ
He gives Geto a wide, evil smile from over your shoulder. âLetâs fuck her at the same time.â Geto shares the same evil smirk and you can already tell youâre in danger.Â
âW-Wait, guys,â you protest around Getoâs cock, but you canât finish the rest of your sentence as pleasure explodes in your core when Gojo begins to piston his hips inside of you at the same time as Geto.
They each match the same pace and pattern, rutting in and out of your holes until your eyes are wet with tears and your body is aching for release. They fill you to the brim with their cocks, using your body for their own pleasure while also giving you yours.Â
âPlease!â you beg, but youâre not sure what youâre begging for. Do you want them to continue? Do you want them to stop?
You donât know, your mind too fuzzy with pleasure to decide what is too much. Either way, the two devils currently filling your holes decide to do as they please anyway, fucking you like there is no tomorrow.Â
âCome on now, princess,â Gojo breathlessly coaxes. âFuck me back. Show me how much you need this shit.â You feel him prop up one leg for a better angleâone that causes your clit to tingle excitedly and be stimulated with every thrust.Â
You moan around Getoâs cock as you begin to shamelessly whine your hips and toss your ass back into Gojoâs thrusts, meeting him halfway. Geto lets out a loud, panty-dropping moan, his black hair like a wild mane around his face.
âFuck!â he practically bellows. âI donât know what the fuck you just did, but she just took me deeper!â And you didâyou can feel him touching the back of your burning, raw throat from it constantly being fucked.Â
Gojo smirks at his boyfriendâs blissed-out expression, slightly slowing down his thrusts. âWhile your pussy feels amazing, sweetie, Iâm not gonna lie: cumminâ down your throat and possibly on your pretty face sounds very enticing.â
Finally, he pauses from fucking you despite your whine of protest. âWanna switch, Sugu?âÂ
Geto immediately pulls his dick from out of your mouth, his eyes flashing with lust. âI thought you wouldnât ask.â Warning signs flare in your brain as the duo slowly switches placesâGeto in the back, Gojo in the front.
Your throat and your pussy are currently throbbing and aching with sensitivity from their cocks. How are you going to handle more? âBoysâŚI-I don't think I canâŚâÂ
Gojo shushes you, caressing you cheek with his thumb. âJust relax, sweetness. You donât have to lift a finger. Just let us fuck these pretty holes the way you need us too, okay?â
He flashes a white-toothed grin at you. Before you can agree or protest, both of their cocks are sheathing inside of you once more.Â
âGod!â Gojo moans at the same time as Geto wordlessly sighs as he sinks into your pussy. They waste no time fucking you, both sliding in and out of your body at the same time. Your body bounces from the force of Getoâs thrusts, your tits jiggling and ass slapping in time with his thrusts. You can tell he is close to his orgasm with how forceful his thrusts are.Â
Youâre not too far behindâyou can feel your own orgasm quickly rising to the surface, your core beginning to distractedly tighten. Geto notices your shift in body chemistry and loops a hand between your thighs to rub your wet, aching clit.Â
You scream around Gojoâs cock, sobbing at the pleasure. âYouâre close too, arenât you, mama?â Geto asks. âI can feel that body shaking. I should speed up, shouldnât I?â He does so, slamming his hips against you so hard that his balls begin to slap your clit.Â
Gojo speeds up to, filling your nostrils and tongue with the scent and taste of him. âMaybe I should too, so you can take this fat load all the way down your throat.â He presses his hand into your hair, coaxing you to look up at him. âHow's this for relaxation, hm?â he teases. âJust what you needed, right?âÂ
âYes!â you scream internally. This is exactly what you needed to take yourself out of you for a momentâto be fucked and used; to receive pleasure while also giving it.Â
âTryna act like you didnât want this or like us,â Geto huffs, âwhen in reality, youâve been needin' some dick for the longest. I bet you were burning inside just wantinâ this for yourself.â He continues to circle your clit, his fingers working overtime. âSuch a greedy little girl.âÂ
You are a greedy girl because that second orgasm begins to rise within you with every thrust of Getoâs cock and pulse of his fingers against your clit. That chord begins to tighten again, threatening to snap very soon.
âSugu, please!â you whine around Gojoâs hard dick still deep down your throat. Your eyes screw tight and your brows knit together, no doubt giving an ugly expression.Â
âGo right ahead, baby,â Geto grunts, fucking you faster. âItâs fine. Give it to me. I know you want to, so donât you dare hold back.âÂ
Gojo chuckles from above you, gently stroking the back of your head. âYou heard the man, princess,â he whispers. "Go ahead and cum for him. Be a good little slut and cum all over that fat fuckinâ cock. Donât you wanna be a good girl for us?âÂ
Vigorously, you nod, right on the point of losing all sanity. Grunts and moans fill the air as the duo continue to fuck you, chasing their orgasms. âSo goddamn pretty,â Geto grunts, giving your ass another sharp smack. âIâm gonna cum deep inside you, gorgeous. I hope youâre ready.âÂ
Gojo is losing it too, his thrusts becoming rougher, causing you to gag around his cock and spit to drip from your bottom lip. âHe ain't the only one, princess. Iâm gonna nut deep inside this pretty mouth of yours, and youâre gonna love it.âÂ
He dips down to press his lips to your ear, gripping your hair as he does. âYou wanna take these loads like a good lilâ cumslut? You wanna make us happy, right?âÂ
You whine desperately, wanting nothing more than to just cum and have them cum with you. âPlease,â you whimper. âPlease cum for me, both of you.â Your soft, sweet voice is all it takes for Gojo and Geto to lose the last bit of their self restraint.Â
After a few more rough thrusts that have your body shaking and your soul nearly being stripped from your body, the men finally reach their breaking point. With two long, drawn-out moans that could possibly be heard over the treetops, Gojo and Geto cum deep inside of your holes.Â
You gasp around Gojoâs cock when you feel his warm cum spurt deep down your throat, filling your tastebuds with the creamy, salty substance. Geto cums deep inside of your pussy, so much that you can feel it dripping down your thighs.
âTake it!â he demands in a dangerous growl that makes your stomach flip. âTake all of us, baby.â And you do. You donât have a choice.Â
At the same time, your orgasm hits you like a truck, slamming into you with enough force to have you sobbing. You pop off of Gojoâs cock, ignoring the spit and cum dripping down your chin.
âOh, my God!â you moan to the heavens, head tilted back and eyes squeezed tight as your orgasm washes over you. âIâm cumming!â you babble. âIâm cumming!âÂ
âYes, baby, we know,â Gojo chuckles, gently stroking your face. He then cackles at your expression. âLook at those pretty eyes rollinâ back. Such a slutty face youâve got there, babe.âÂ
He squeezes your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks together as your orgasm continues to rock you to your core. You wish you could feel this feeling of euphoria forever.
Youâre not thinking about work or this business trip or your responsibilities.
All youâre thinking about is how good you feel and the men that are making you feel this good.Â
Finally, after a few slow breaths, you come back down to earth though your head is swimming and your body is exhausted. At this point, the sun has left, plunging you, Gojo, and Geto into a blueish shade that twilight provides. The crickets chirp and the cicadas buzz, alerting you that it is now the nighttime.Â
Your eyes flutter closed, unable to hold themselves up anymore. You feel tired and are in need of rest. Your body aches in the best way, your pussy feeling sensitive and full. A weak moan leaves your lips as Gojo and Geto gently pull out of you.Â
âStill on earth with us, mama?â Geto softly asks, stroking your backside. âCan you move?âÂ
You weakly shake your head, knowing damn well your legs are mush and your feet have lost their mind.
Gojo giggles from in front of you, stroking your scalp. âLooks like we took the life right outta her,â he laughs. âLetâs get her in the house and under some covers.âÂ
Though you canât see anything because your eyes are closed, you are aware that one of the men have scooped you up into his arms and has begun to carry you back into the house. âM-My towel,â you mumble tiredly.Â
Your head lulls against a broad, wet chest, your ear catching the sound of a heartbeat.Â
âWeâll go back out to get it,â Geto murmurs to you. âYou just relax for now.â And you do, nearly falling asleep in his arms but not enough to miss snippets of the journey from the hot springs to the house.Â
The boys immediately take you upstairs to their bedroom where they proceed to lay you down on the softest and silkiest of sheets. You sigh when your skin immediately hits the cool sheets and soft mattress, your tired muscles relaxing instantly.
You feel the mattress dip when Gojo and Geto get into bed on either side of you, trapping you between their hard, warm bodies.Â
âDid you enjoy yourself, baby?â Geto asks as he lifts a glass to your lips. âHere, sip some water.âÂ
You do so, grateful for the drink. âMmm-hmm,â you softly reply, eyes still shut. âIt was so niceâŚyou both were so good.âÂ
Gojo chuckles from next to you, his long fingers tracing shapes down your arm. âWhy, how sweet of you. It was nice for us too.â
Geto hums in agreement, looping his big arm around the back of your head to serve as a pillow.Â
Comfortable silence descents upon you three then that only comes from good sex. You feel content in their arms, in this bed with them.
You feel like whatever you three are could work, no matter what your workplace has to say behind your back or on the low when they need some juicy gossip.Â
You want to ask them if youâre dating now or if that is even possible for the three of you, but sleep and the mingling scents of their cologne tell you that it can wait until morning. All you want is this comfort and this good, good feeling to last.Â
âY'know you really were amazing for us, babe,â Gojo coos, his lips ghosting over yours. âJust tell me somethinâ. Who made you cum the hardest? Was it me or was itââ
âShut the fuck up, Gojo,â Geto growls, âor youâll be sleepinâ in that pool.âÂ
All you can do is giggle before sleep finally comes and you fall into a beautiful dream of you three, together like this.Â