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im-a-special-bebe · 5 years

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Centaur!Wonho

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Warnings: Some violence, NSFW for some smut - and I feel obliged to say this but NO bestiality y’all.

@raibebe OTL I’ve been writing for days. It was supposed to be a short, sweet thing, but it had a life of its own, so now it’s at 3,700+ words aaahhh T_T

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You had been running for days now. As an accomplished but destitute thief whose money never lasted long, you were still generally good at picking your victims. However, the increased number of guards in the village had made things difficult in the past few months. This was why in a moment of desperation, you had decided to pickpocket a raggedy-looking man’s money pouch. Unfortunately for you, he had turned out to be the lord of the village in disguise.

In paying attention to the obvious danger of his men chasing you out of the village, you hadn’t thought of the more insidious one - you didn’t know where you were going. So now here you were, deep in the bowels of the rapidly darkening forest, lost.

For the two nights that had passed since you had unwittingly pushed further into the emerald realm, you hadn’t dared to eat any of the enticing berries and fruits for fear of not knowing if they were poisonous due to your lack of knowledge, and the little ponds of water had been few and far in between. Sleep had been a foreign concept as you had lain on the rough earth, exhaustion weighing on you but the eerie sounds of scuttling insects and distant howls and cries and wild beasts keeping you awake. Tonight looked to be no different, except that you weren’t sure that you would live to see the morning.

You grit your teeth as yet another sharp twig scraped your bare feet - your flimsy slippers hadn’t even made it through the first day.

The sudden thundering of approaching hooves had adrenaline overtaking the tiredness in your body as you instinctively broke out into a run. Even getting lost in this forest would be better than getting captured, tortured, maimed, and hung in the town square, in that exact order.

You heard a shout, but the voice was unlike anything you’d heard before, both harsh like rocks grating on one another and yet accompanied by the soft rush of a flowing stream. You briefly glanced back over your shoulder to identify who was chasing you, but a twisting creeper you’d missed caught your foot, bringing you to crash onto the ground.

You turned around, apprehension a solid ice freezing your veins, and gasped. There was no way this was real. There stood two tall and muscled brutes that would’ve far surpassed the biggest of wrestlers from your village, but they stood on not two legs, but four.

Their darkly bearded faces with ferocious yellow eyes and sharp teeth were accompanied by bare, scar-littered torsos. It was these male torsos that led to similarly haired horses’ bodies.

Centaurs.

A frivolous myth - or so you’d thought.

‘I saw it first.’ One of them spoke, his rumbling voice from before sending a shiver through you. As his statement registered, you looked around, expecting to see some animal that they head been chasing, but you found nothing.

Your movement drew their attention, and they immediately focused their gaze on your person. That was when it dawned that they were talking about you.

And you had been relegated to an it.

They may have been fantastical creatures, but they leered at you the way the dirty, perverted men in the village did, their predatory intent clear in those glowing eyes.

You scrambled up and away, needing to escape again, but just as quick, an arm snagged around your waist and you were yanked up high - you’d surmised earlier that these two measured in at about seven feet - before being hauled over a shoulder effortlessly like you were a rabbit pelt rather than a grown woman.

'You can have it after I’m done with with it.’ The one holding you said, and the horror of your impending fate had you trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

A heavy blow landed on your ass so hard that tears tracked down your face. This only made you renew your feverish struggles, which was a worse decision because a hand wrapped around your right ankle and twisted.

A loud, pained scream burst from your lips as agony burned through your leg. You hung there limply, praying for the horrible pain to ebb.

'What’s going on here?’ A new voice spoke, more flowing and melodious than the other two, but still with that rumbling undertone nonetheless. The creature restraining you stiffened.

What was it that had him being cautious?

You soon found out when you were lifted off his shoulder as he imprisoned your wrists in one hand and turned you around so that you were suspended a few feet above the ground.

Your vision was blurry from your tears, but you blinked them away to assess the newcomer. He was about as tall and naked as the other two, and boasted his own set of broad shoulders, firm pectorals and defined abdominal muscles.

However, while they were clearly built for intimidation, his proportions along with his almost incongruently pale, nearly translucent skin afforded him a male beauty that was simply breathtaking. You tore your eyes from his barely- scarred body - yet another difference from the others - to his face and you inhaled sharply. Straight strands of dark, messy hair fell over his forehead and pointy elven ears, and his eyebrows arched in curiosity as his deep blue-green eyes studied you. Your gaze fell to his perfect, soft pink lips, and he must have noticed because they curved into a smirk.

He reached for you then, and all your interest was quickly quashed in favor of survival. You instinctively lashed out, kicking him in the stomach. The two other creatures bristled with anger and snarls dropped from between their teeth. He didn’t seem to feel any pain, but his beautiful eyes narrowed in reproach, as if he hadn’t thought of you to be capable of such a thing.

You could hardly think about it though, because the next moment, the centaur holding you had flung you through the air, no doubt punishment for your mistake.

Terror took over your system, and your back hit a wide tree trunk, the rough bark abrading your skin harshly as you had the breath knocked out of you. You crumpled to the floor, the hunger, exhaustion, and slicing pain catching up to you all at once as black dots danced before your eyes.

A roar of rage was a dull thrum in your mind as you succumbed to the darkness.

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You awoke in a soft pallet of sheets on the ground, and you were surrounded by nearly translucent navy blue curtains made of a light material. Beyond them, you could see that you were in what appeared to be a very large tent with carpets and candles strewn about.

A throat cleared next to you and you turned sharply to see the handsome man from before.

Wait. How was he able to lie with you like … Oh. Where the half of his horse body had been were now two human legs, encased in a faded brown fabric that stretched around his thick thighs.

'I thought my full form might be uncomfortable, so you’ll have to cope with the lack of hooves.’

You gaped at him, his mischievous grin a little too familiar for your liking.

'Where am I?’ You managed to croak, and gratefully accepted the bowl of water that he gave to you

'Heart of the forest.’ He replied as you drank greedily.

You caught sight of a circlet of intricately intertwined vines, leaves, and petals sitting atop his head. That definitely hadn’t been there before.

‘Who are you?’

‘Wonho.’

'And the ruler of this place?’

'Of the centaurs, and other creatures, yes. The forest doesn’t like to be ruled.’

That made sense to you. Now for the more pressing question.

'What do you want with me?’

His eyes darkened, the aquamarine blue shifting to an emerald that matched the canopy of the trees outside.

'A lot many things.’ he said, his voice silky as he scooted closer to you, his naked chest just about pressing into your side. The mellifluous quality of his syllables was even more pronounced as he walked the fingers of one hand up your thigh where your bedraggled white dress had ridden up, 'What will you let me have?’

Your eyes widened, but the fear that had started to creep through you didn’t have a chance to take hold as he threw his head back and laughed.

Unthinkingly, you smacked his shoulder in annoyance, but he only took your hand to press a kiss to the back of your knuckles.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you. You’re safe here.’

A trickle of warmth meandered into your heart.

‘So you won’t give me to those two from before?’

His jaw hardened.

‘Absolutely not.’

He could see the questions in your gaze and he sighed.

‘Centaurs … we’re not used to being denied.’

‘What?’

What kind of dictatorial bullshit was this?

‘I mean that the other creatures who do wander into our kind’s stronghold do so willingly. It’s been that way for centuries. We’re lustful creatures more in tune with our wild sides and baser instincts, so our reputation is well-known. Those two were young enough to have never even heard a refusal from a potential conquest, let alone face actual resistance. They thought you were a nymph.’

‘A nymph?’

‘Nymphs are woodland fae that like to play games sometimes, they like to be chased, make their partners work for the thrill.’

You swallowed as you were taken aback by the mental image of him being the one to chase you down for fun. You were even more taken aback by how much you liked it.

Right.

‘Why would they think I was a nymph though?’

‘They’ve never seen a human before. One of your kind hasn’t ventured this deep for a very long time. In any case, their treatment of you will not be tolerated, it’s not our way.’

‘Oh.’

You shifted slightly to get comfortable and winced as your various injuries reminded you of their existence.

‘Let me see.’

‘Wonho, I - ‘

‘I can heal it, I promise.’

The throbbing in your ankle was only getting worse, but you hardly knew what he meant by healing, so you hesitated.

‘C’mon, little human. I don’t bite unless you want me to.’ he winked.

‘What makes you think I’d want you to?’ you challenged, feeling brave in the face of his cockiness.

He moved towards you then, one hand finding the ground on the other side of your waist to balance himself as he hovered over you. His green eyes were entrancing with their dialated black pupils, and his mist and earth scent was intoxicating.

Your breaths stuttered as his head dipped below your collarbone, his soft lips skimming the skin of your left breast as he pulled your dress out of the way. Your half-hearted protest died as his mouth wrapped around the stiff peak and sucked.

Your head fell back with your gasp. His hot tongue came out to play, laving the tight bud and swirling around it in short, precise circles that had you writhing under him as your nails dug into his thick biceps.

‘Still don’t want me to bite?’

‘I - ah!’

You felt him smirk sinfully as his teeth lightly grazed the sensitive tip before tugging sharply. Your back arched as you moaned, the pleasure so acute. He gave you another loud suck and then pulled away, looking altogether too pleased with himself.

You lay there, letting your breathing return to normal and hastily covering yourself back up as he returned with another bowl. This one held some kind of dull pink paste, and a wonderful sweet smell emanated from it.

He set it down and held his hand out for you to take so that he could pull you up into a sitting position. He took a seat in front of you, gently pulling your ankle into his lap and dipping his fingers into the bowl.

‘What is that?’

‘A lotion of crushed wildflowers.’

‘And that’s going to heal me?’ You were no doctor, but you knew that it was entirely too optimistic to rely on flowers and pastes to cure you.

‘No, I am.’

‘How?’

He smiled, as if your curiosity amused him.

‘Magic,’ he said simply, ‘But for my powers to manifest, they need a channel, a physical connector.’

As he spoke, his hands glowed a light sheen of cerulean blue, and you were hit by how other he was. The moonlight fell through an opening at the top of the tent and sifted through the translucent curtains to bathe him in a lustrous light. With his skin bare and luminous of its own, his glimmering aqua eyes, and his dark hair that seemed to have life despite the lack of wind, he was every bit an otherworldly mythical creature, even in this human form that he adorned.

His hands pressed lightly into your ankle as he rubbed the lotion into the skin, but instead of the pain, you felt a calming warmth. As you watched, the swelling subsided, and when he stopped after a few moments, you were indeed healed.

You stared at him in awe and wonder.

‘Come.’ he said, and you crawled closer to him, letting him turn you around so that you were seated with your back facing him and he sat on his knees behind you.

And then he yanked your dress over your head in a casual manner.

You sucked in a breath, your hands clenching in the mussed sheets of the pallet, more sure now than ever that centaurs were not shy creatures at all.

His lotion-dipped fingers caressed your bruised back, smoothly stroking the injured skin, and the combination of his healing warmth and cool night air made you shiver.

‘You smell even sweeter than the flowers.’ he said against the crook of your neck as he inhaled you. His husky voice had your nipples hardening and liquid heat pooling in your stomach.

‘What is that?’ he questioned suddenly, and you winced as he touched the top of your ass, no doubt inquiring about the red handprint that should have bloomed over your skin by now as a result of the harsh hit that you had endured earlier.

You braved a glance at him to find that his eyes were so dark with fury that the green had almost bled into black.

‘He will pay for this. I vow to you.’

You nodded, risking a pat to his knee to soothe his anger.

He pulled you up so that you were kneeling, your weight no match for his supernatural strength.

You felt the coolness of the paste as he slowly cupped your ass. Your breaths came in shallow and he groaned, marveling at how perfectly you fit in his hand as he massaged you.

Your body sang from the feel of his touch, all the hurt and pain washed away to be replaced with a delicate arousal that hummed over your skin.

You let out a startled gasp as he snaked an arm around your waist, hauling you into his lap until his toned chest was pressed against your back and you could feel him hard and ready against the base of your spine.

‘Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me as much as I want you.’ he said huskily.

‘Yes.’ you breathed, heart pounding in anticipation.

The word had barely left your mouth when his hands came up to cup your breasts, squeezing and molding the pliant flesh. His fingers plucked and teased the erect peaks with such expertise that it had you moaning as you grinded against him.

‘So responsive to me.’ he groaned, his fingers more insistent in their ministrations until you were mewling, your head tossed back on his shoulder as he dipped his head so that his hot, wet lips could paint the prettiest of bruises on the delicate skin of your neck.

He slid one hand to your aching, dripping wetness, caressing the skin of your ribs and stomach on the way there while the other continued to deliciously torment your right nipple, almost as if making up for not having given it the attention that its twin had enjoyed earlier.

With the first confident brush of his thumb againt your sensitive clit, an eager cry fell from your lips, and as he circled it while slipping two fingers into your heat, your pulse thundered in your veins.

‘So drenched for me,’ he whispered, ‘I can’t wait to have you.’

‘So have me.’ you replied, sure that you would go insane with need if he denied you any longer.

He released your breast to grab your thigh and splay you wide so that insides of your thighs were pressed against the outsides of his, leaving you spread open for him.

His arm wrapped around your waist again, and he lifted you slightly so that he could enter you, filling you up with a fullness that was beyond compare to anything you’d felt with anyone else.

That’s when you realized that there was more of him.

‘It’s too much.’ you gasped.

He gave a brief respite to your almost oversensitive clit to cup your cheek, a finger against your parted mouth as he turned your face to press a soft kiss to your other cheek.

‘You can take me, lovely. Ease up for me.’

You met his gaze, his dark eyes so mesmerizing, and you gripped the hand holding your face to slip his fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself and swirling your tongue around them.

He let out a moan of appreciation, brows furrowing in pleasure as he moved in slow, shallow strokes, coaxing you to accept all of him until you were stretched around him so tight.

His hand slipped free of your mouth to find your clit again as he pushed into you, every stroke hitting you so good that you could barely breathe, your pleasured cries echoing in the night.

Soon enough, his name was a desperate moan on your lips and his strong arms held you steady, your nails digging into his thick thighs as you crested over the blessed high that you’d been chasing, spiralling into an abyss of vivid color and electric feeling. He groaned beneath you, kissing your neck and joining you in your euphoria as he spilled into you, with his chest heaving and his breaths harsh pants.

It was a few moments before he moved, gently sliding from you as you moaned, your body thrumming with overstimulation.

‘So beautiful.’ he whispered, a smile on his lips and eyes shining as he cradled you, laying you down on the pallet.

‘Rest.’ he said, brushing your hair away from your forehead before caressing your face, and you didn’t need telling twice as you let sleep take you.

The last thing you remembered was being held in his warm embrace.

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You stood at the outer edges of the forest. Or more accurately, Wonho stood in the fully glory of his centaur form as he carried you, your arms around his neck, your body pressed against his chest, and your legs wrapped around his lean waist. After he’d woken you up to wash your face in a nearby stream and stubbornly hand-fed you a large bowl of fruits for breakfast, you had set out to return to your village. He’d offered to just carry you outright, but you’d wanted to make things easier on him.

You had also thought that it would have been much easier to ride him, but given that he hadn’t mentioned it, you didn’t want to risk offending him by asking.

You heard something in the bushes, and Wonho snapped a nearby branch off a tree, his glowing hands quickly transforming it into a large claymore sword. With his intense gazed focused on any signs of danger, he looked every bit the wild, kingly warrior he was.

He stepped back so the two of you were hidden by foliage, and he used his free hand to tuck your face into his shoulder before returning it to your waist.

The passing creature turned out to be one of the usual patrolling guards of the city - one that you would have no problem getting past. It would seem that the lord’s men had given up their search on you in the days past.

‘I can find my way from here.’ you murmured once the man had passed.

Wonho carefully lowered you to the ground and transformed so that he was in his human state again, although he was still at least a head taller than you.

‘Thank you for everything.’ you said sincerely.

‘I should be the one saying that.’ he smiled mischievously, gaze lingering on the love bites on your neck as his fingers delicately grazed your cheek and you blushed fiercely at his words.

You knew that you shouldn’t linger for long lest another guard come by, but his vivid aquamarine eyes reflected a tiny sliver of sadness and a you felt a pang in your heart at the thought of parting from him, even though you had only known him for so short a while. Instead of stepping away from him like you should have, you stepped closer, fingers tangling in the dark locks at the back of his head to pull him down for a kiss.

Each brush of his soft lips against yours had your heart beating faster, and his arms circled your waist as he deepened the kiss, his tongue melting against yours. You found yourself pinned to a tree with your arms curled around his neck as he kissed you passionately.

‘The things you do to me, lovely little human.’ he sighed as you broke apart to breathe, and he used the pause to pull you to his chest, gently smoothing your hair.

With a heavy heart, you let go of him and turned towards your village.

‘I’ll see you again.’ you said softly.

‘Call my name,’ Wonho smiled, ‘the wind will carry it to me.’

You knew you’d be back.

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nexstrik · 5 years

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Three Ways To Skin A Fox

Summary: Ahri is in heat. Kai’sa and Evelynn help out. Shit gets REAL weird when 3/4 of your kpop band are monster girls.

Disclaimer: I know this isn't how Kai'sa's second skin works in canon but in KDA verse I'm assuming it's just like Venom. She's got a horny lil symbiote.

Though I took great pains to establish consent, this is still an "in heat" fic and if that concepts squicks you, just exit out.

Rating: EXPLICIT

You can also read this story on AO3

Waking up with a fever wasn't reason enough to cancel a show. She'd worked through worse, and the venue was sold out. It sounded cold but the truth was, how she felt didn't really matter. She had to give the same level of energy, the same stellar performance, to each and every one of her fans. Because while this might be the tenth show on tour for Ahri, for them, it was their one and only chance to see her.

She had to make it count. She owed it to them.

Still, once the last metaphorical curtain fell, Ahri's feet left the ground.

"Come on, missy," Kai'sa said, carrying her backstage. Ahri allowed her, ears drooping as she rested her head against Kai'sa's chest. "We're getting you into comfortable clothes and then you are going to sleep."

Her pride wasn't so fragile that she'd pretend to be okay in front of her bandmates. No performance necessary here.

"Thank you," she rasped. She tucked her tail in, holding it over her lap when they moved through a doorway. Every inch of her ached fiercely, and the worst part was she didn't even know what had gotten her sick. Some combination of stress and travel, probably, but that didn't make it any less annoying.

"Oh, shit." Akali's voice floated nearby, popping in and out from every direction as she hovered anxiously around Kai'sa. Kai'sa's stride never wavered, walking steadily despite Akali doing her best impression of a cat that wanted to trip you up. "Is she okay? Did she actually faint? I knew we should have cancelled!"

"I'm just tired," Ahri mumbled into Kai'sa's chest. "Kai'sa doesn't need to carry me." But she didn't try to struggle free.

"Akali, sweetheart," Kai'sa interrupted. "We're going to slip out the back. Can you run interference?"

Akali snapped a salute. "Sure, I'll run back onstage and take my top off. No one'll even notice you're gone."

"Don't—" Kai'sa and Ahri started at the same time, but after spinning her dull prop kunai around her finger once, Akali bolted back down to hallway to the main stage.

"There's a car waiting outside. I'll have food and medicine sent to the room," was all Evelynn said.

Once outside she walked to the car on her own two feet. There wasn't a mob waiting for them outside the back entrance, thankfully. Just one or two diehard fans. Kai'sa had to drag her away before she could get caught in the endless loop of can I have an autograph?

It made her feel worse, being ushered away from the people who were supporting their music, who needed her. But she understood it was necessary. She had to do her job, and right now her job was to recover.

Kai'sa sat in the backseat with her, holding her as she shivered and sweat. She tried to get her to drink but Ahri refused, shifting onto her lap so that she could be as close to her as possible.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"You've done nothing worth apologizing for." Kai'sa was firm. She stroked a hand over Ahri's head, following the curve of her folded ears. "Ahri, you take such good care of us. It's a pleasure to finally return the favor."

It was a rare treat to be spoiled for once. Even if she trusted the other members of her band, she wasn't often openly affectionate. But now she suddenly couldn't get enough physical contact, and Kai'sa was all too happy to oblige. A long, hot shower together and some solid food did a lot towards helping her recover.

But when she collapsed on the bed and Kai'sa curled up next to her, she had to put her foot down. "Kai'sa, no. You'll catch whatever I have."

Propping herself up on one elbow, Kai'sa rolled her eyes. "I'll probably catch it anyway. We spend literally all day every day together, babe."

They did share everything. Ahri had slowly let them in her band. On occasion, in her bed. And always, in her heart. Maybe with anyone else, it would have been suffocating. But with her girls, Ahri couldn't imagine living any other way.

Kai'sa rolled onto her stomach, tank riding up a bit and exposing her lower back. Ahri's eyes were drawn to shimmering metallic scales. The second-skin could press flat as silk against Kai'sa's body or fill out into those alien shapes that often hovered behind her, when she wasn't actively trying to hide them. They were warm to the touch, almost rubbery, though Ahri knew they could harden to be stronger than steel.

Kai'sa wiggled a little until Ahri snuggled closer. The logistics of having a massive fox tail meant she was usually the big spoon, and she never minded. Whatever was in the cold medicine knocked her out, and she lost the will to push Kai'sa out of bed.

Instead she let herself be weak. Just for a night. Just for now.

Just until she felt better.

The smell woke her up.

Blinking blearily, Ahri pressed a hand to her hot forehead. Still feverish. And her skin felt tender to the touch; she flinched just from running a palm over her stomach. The night before was a blur, but she remembered falling asleep next to Kai'sa and she remembered Evelynn sending food up.

That...didn't explain the scent. It was everywhere, much stronger than the vegetable soup she'd had last night. While Ahri had a sharp nose, she couldn't place it. All she knew was that it was good, tempting enough to fully rouse her. Sitting up, her tail flicked from side to side, curiosity making her ignore all her symptoms.

Beside her, Kai'sa mumbled. "Please tell me it's not time to wake up yet."

"It isn't." It was still pitch black outside. The darkness and quiet of the pre-dawn hours pressured her voice into a whisper.

As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she smiled to see Kai'sa sprawled out on her back. She'd always been a fussy sleeper, and Ahri thought she looked so pretty with the blankets tangled around her. Ahri pushed them a little further off, stroking a hand up Kai'sa's thigh.

At first Kai'sa flinched, then she giggled, opening one eye. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah." Forgetting her concern about getting Kai'sa sick, she leaned down and kissed her. Kai'sa flinched again, opening her mouth to the kiss more out of instinct than anything else. Sweet and soft, she responded with caution, and as always Ahri stopped to check in. "Is this fine?"

"Better than fine," Kai'sa said, hand curling around the back of Ahri's head. She pulled Ahri into another kiss, slow and tender like the first one. It was all sensation in the darkness, self-consciousness rubbed away by languor. "Are you wearing that peach perfume I like?"

It took her a moment to respond. Kai'sa felt warm against her palms, hot enough to burn through her low fever. Slipping both hands under her shirt, she traced the thin lines of Kai'sa's second-skin where it wrapped around her rib cage. It trembled, slowly parting from Kai'sa's body to allow direct touch. "Mmm. No."

Kai'sa gasped into her mouth, squirming when Ahri reached up to touch her breasts, keeping it whisper-soft until her nipples grew firm from the attention. She pinched them, heat flooding between her legs when Kai'sa moaned her name.

She smiled.

Kai'sa forced her up just far enough to yank her sleep shirt over her head, then drew Ahri back for another kiss.

"You feel so good today," Kai'sa growled, silvery second-skin pooling around her throat. It roughened her voice, lust making it coil in senseless patterns. Once or twice it passed over Ahri's hands, nudging and curious like it had its own mind, directing her to where Kai'sa wanted to be touched. "Ahri, did you throw your charm on me?"

Finally, something lanced through the haze of her mind. Her tail flicked, once. "No?" Ahri said, a little upset. "You'd know if I was doing that, trust me. Why?"

Kai'sa was shaking underneath her, visibly struggling to maintain control. She twisted, thighs pressed tight together, squeezing hard. "Because I feel like I'm about to come and you've barely touched me."

Stunned, Ahri sat back on her heels.

"...Oh, no." When Kai'sa made a curious noise, reaching out to bring her closer, Ahri squeaked. She flailed off the bed, landing in a poomf of suddenly sprouting tails. "Oh, no!"

Furious, she went rummaging through her bags for her cellphone. Opening it up, she double checked the date, going to her calendar for confirmation. That was when she noticed her nails, carefully manicured, had turned into twisted, long black claws.

"Is everything okay?" Concerned, Kai'sa stood nearby, keeping her distance. Her second-skin hovered over her shoulders, separate but psychically linked, always close by. "I'm so sorry, you're obviously still sick, I shouldn't have..."

The sound of her voice prompted a full-body shiver in Ahri, from the points of her ears to the tip of every single tail. The aches had faded with Kai'sa distracting her, but now that Ahri was clear-headed again they returned full-force.

"It's not you," she groaned, waving her arm to try and dismiss the extra tails. It took a bit of effort, but they folded up one by one until Ahri was back to normal. "It's me. I'm in heat."

Both 'wings' perked up when Kai'sa gasped, before immediately folding flat against her spine in sudden embarrassment. Kai'sa seemed to shrink too, shoulders hunching in. "Oh! Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault." I'm just an idiot.

Every year around the same time, Ahri would diplomatically excuse herself from all her duties. When properly isolated, her heat would pass and go without event. Ahri used it as an excuse for a little vacation, to avoid burnout. Those few weeks off every year kept her from going mad.

But this year, by chance or by some biological quirk, it had come early. And Ahri had been completely surrounded by the three women who loved her, by an entire stadium of people who adored her and wanted her. It was no wonder she'd been triggered into a full-blown cycle.

Carefully, tenderly, Kai'sa cupped Ahri's face in her hands and tilted her head back a bit. "What can I do?"

Fuck me, was the immediate, obvious answer. The elephant in the room. But she couldn't, she shouldn't. Even if it wasn't a full-blown charm, the force of a gumiho's heat could act as an intoxicant, blurring the lines of consent, and Kai'sa already had so many hang ups over her bare skin being touched, and Ahri couldn't, she wouldn't.

She clenched her eyes shut, burning red-hot with embarrassment. "Something cold to eat. Would make me feel better. And please hold me as much as you can. Because otherwise this is going to be very, very painful."

Kai'sa nodded, kissing her again. Once more, passion flared up between them. A raw, wet want, like a bloody heart pulsing in her fist. Swallowing it back, she pulled away and fell onto the bed with a groan while Kai'sa ordered room service.

Carefully angling her tail to the side so she wouldn't crush it, Kai'sa settled in behind her, snuggling her and stroking her stomach. "Like this?"

This was the worst day of her life. "Yes."

Ahri pulled a pillow to her chest, holding onto it and hiding her face in the fluff. Laughing softly, Kai'sa pulled out her laptop and set on a movie. With that to distract them both, it was a little easier to ignore all the aches and pains, and the deep, unfulfilled want inside of her.

This would have to be enough. At least until the worst was over and she could think clearly. She kept glancing at her phone, too, huffing at last night's commotion. "Akali and Eve are all over instagram and twitter," she said. "There's already gifsets."

Kai'sa propped her chin on Ahri's shoulder. "Of what? Don't tell me she actually took her top off."

"See for yourself."

Ahri played a video of Akali slinking back onstage, waving down fans who were trying to leave. "Hey, hey," she said into her mic, "Do we have to end the show just yet?"

Off-stage but still speaking into her mic, Evelynn's dry voice answered. "Yes, Akali. People have homes to go to. The venue needs to close. Be considerate."

"Okaaaay," Akali sighed. "But I have one last question..."

She pulled up the hem of her shirt, showing a slice of tanned skin.

"...Does anyone want this shirt? It's kinda sweaty and I don't wanna wear it anymore."

Whoever was recording started shaking their phone violently from there on out. Any other dialogue quickly got eaten up by fannish squeals, and the clip ended. So Ahri went hunting through the tags for the rest. In between gifsets and other videos they saw the whole thing.

Evelynn marched on stage, scolding Akali.

"You can't just toss your clothing into the crowd!" she said, tugging Akali's shirt back down to a loud chorus of boos and hisses. Then a sharp glint entered her eyes as she surveyed the fans. "...That's not fair to the people sitting all the way in the back."

Ahri sighed as the crowd went ballistic again.

Those two were dangerous when left to their own devices.

After selecting a random girl from the audience, Akali and Evelynn invited her on stage. They gave her a big hug and took a selfie facing the crowd, and yes, they gave her a shirt. Not the one right off Akali's back, thankfully.

"Well that explains why no one bothered us on the way out," Kai'sa said, voice mild. "Where are they now?"

No messages in the group chat, but more searching through twitter painted the rest of the story. There were a bunch of tagged photos of Akali and Evelynn out at the afterparty, and the after-afterparty, and finally one of them in their hotel room. Evelynn stood in the foreground with a finger pressed to her smiling lips, Akali's t-shirt in hand. Meanwhile Akali dabbed in the background, stripped to her boxers, a sports bra, and her socks. It didn't show any more skin than the gym selfies she sometimes posted, but the context was definitely more scandalous.

Sorry girls, the caption read, but this belongs to me.

"That's enough ship fuel to power the fandom for the rest of the year," Ahri said, somewhat in awe.

"I don't know about that." She could almost hear Kai'sa's frown. "It doesn't seem like a good idea, encouraging people to ship us."

Ahri's tail waved a little. "It's harmless." The photo was timestamped at 3AM, so about an hour before they'd woken up. "And at least we know they made it back to the hotel safe."

Privately, she was also glad because it meant the other two would probably sleep in. Ahri wouldn't be the only one bedridden. Locking her phone, she sighed again, this time in exhaustion.

Quiet for a moment, Kai'sa kept pressing kisses to the back of her neck, and her shoulders. One free hand stoked her tail, partly to maintain contact and partly to ensure it stayed over Ahri's hip and not sticking back, where one of them might lie on it and pinch it. "Maybe you should have stayed with them."

Kai'sa's breath was hot on her ear, making her whole body clench with need. "Hmm? Sorry, what?"

They were still pressed close together, but suddenly it felt like a great distance had sprung up between them.

"Um," Kai'sa said, "I mean, you'd probably be more comfortable having sex with Eve, at the very least."

Twisting around in Kai'sa's arms, Ahri looked up at her.

The knock on the door made both of them leap apart. Room service, of course. They'd taken their sweet time. Ahri tumbled over the edge of the bed again while Kai'sa went to answer it with a smile and a bow. She returned with a pair of spoons and a cup of yoghurt laden with fruit and thick syrup, spread her legs into a wide vee, and patted the space between them.

"Sit," Kai'sa said. "I have rules about food in bed, but I think we can make an exception this time."

Ahri sat, her back to Kai'sa. Her insides squirmed, every inch of her screaming yes, yes, yes, she wants it, she told you she wants it.

Angrily digging into the yoghurt, she began to mutter. "I'm just trying to do the right thing, here. I don't want you to fuck me and then when we snap out of it you're disgusted and, and you hate me."

She inhaled the whole glass, and it did make her feel better. A little bit. If Kai'sa was bothered by Ahri hogging it all, she didn't voice it, instead trailing her fingers up Ahri's thigh. "So I'd be fucking you, huh."

A second tail popped into existence, both of them waving excitedly, and Kai'sa laughed.

Trying to do damage control, Ahri stammered out, "I-I don't need to exclusively...receive. But this is a conversation we should have had a long time ago! You shouldn't feel obligated to do this. Especially not now when you're..."

Her words turned into a choked groan when Kai'sa dared a little higher, petting her over her shorts. The second-skin rolled down Kai'sa's forearm, covering her hand like a claw-tipped glove.

"When I'm...?" she prompted, silver claw rolling over a growing wet spot in the fabric.

The glass clattered out of her hand and onto the floor. Gripping the sheets, Ahri braced her feet on the bed, panting loudly. "Fuck, Kai'sa!"

All her self control shredded in an instant. Her hips surged up, seeking friction. But the instant she did, Kai'sa retreated. Denied, a rush of fury washed over her, nails shredding right through the blankets. She was being toyed with, and the darkest, basest part of her wanted to snarl and howl and bite in retribution, her pride demanding some sort of compensation for the injury.

Every breath came out in a labored huff, until slowly, she regained control.

Holy shit.

She'd never had a reaction like that during her heat, not since the one time she tried riding it out with Evelynn.

"This isn't a game," she said at last, through grit teeth. "I-I'm not safe like this. Kai'sa, I'm not myself right now."

She should have known better. She should have locked herself up. But she just had to be weak for once, didn't she? The one time she asked for help, instead of dealing with this on her own like she was supposed to, and now Kai'sa was teasing her without knowing the danger and Ahri was clutching to her last shred of sanity. Trembling, she waited for Kai'sa to react, or to say something, or be mad at her. But all she did was rub slow, soothing circles on Ahri's shoulders.

"You know, this... thing..." Kai'sa lifted her hand, and the second layer of her skin gathered into a sphere. She tossed it into the air. Upon landing back in her palm, it splashed, spreading over her entire arm again. "Gets overprotective, and it hurts when it moves without my permission, but it does have some perks."

"Oh," Ahri said, still panting. "I see."

"Mmmmhmm," Kai'sa said.

"I don't actually see," Ahri admitted, "I just said I did and hoped you'd explain anyway. I'm kind of functioning on one brain cell right now."

She shook with peals of laughter, wrapping her arms tight around Ahri's waist. Ahri immediately started purring, cuddling back against her chest and nuzzling her head under Kai'sa's chin.

"I mean you can't intoxicate me with whatever sex hormones you're obviously worried about, and there's a reason you've never seen me bleed," Kai'sa explained. "You do know I'm not totally human after what happened to me, right?"

Guilt, again. Even for things she didn't do, for things she had no control over, she carried guilt. She wanted to protect Kai'sa, wanted to rip open time and pluck her from the things that haunted her. It was a powerful urge, wishing there was someone, anyone she could punish. She never wanted Kai'sa to hurt like that ever again. She never wanted to hurt Kai'sa. She never wanted to hurt Kai'sa.

"I'm s-sorry," she said again, her body still so hot and sensitive, so overwhelmed that for an instant she wanted to turn her claws on herself. "I just don't want...to h-hurt you."

"You can't," Kai'sa promised her, gently turning her head so she could kiss Ahri's temple. She worked off her sweat-soaked shirt before setting Ahri's hands on her thighs, squeezing them once. "Poor thing. You're burning up."

When Kai'sa's lips pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses against the back of her neck, Ahri lost control again. Claws flexed on instinct, the tips resting right over Kai'sa's bare thighs. But instead of the bloody rush of flesh sundering, her claws sunk into the thick, rubbery mass of Kai'sa's second-skin. It had rushed down Kai'sa's body the moment it felt a threat.

Capturing Ahri's hands, it ensured she couldn't push them in any deeper... but she also couldn't pull away.

Stuck, she started to try and tug free, heart hammering. "My teeth," she said, one last feeble warning.

"Can I muzzle you?" was Kai'sa's simple solution.

"Yes!" she cried out, arching back against Kai'sa's chest. She didn't even know how Kai'sa planned to do that, and she didn't care. Not when Kai'sa's hands were on her breasts again, massaging them until the ache turned into pleasure. She was so wet now that her thighs were sticky with it, her tail rippling in shudders. "Yes, yes."

Carefully, another tendril of the second-skin wrapped around her mouth. It pressed tight and smooth, clinging like latex. The surface was warm as flesh, pulsing with Kai'sa's heartbeat. Probing between her lips, it asked a question. Ahri answered by relaxing her jaw, and she let Kai'sa inside.

She groaned around it, twitching in surprise when it stroked and pulled at her tongue. That shouldn't have been as hot as it was. If she weren't ravenously horny she might not have allowed it, they might not have tried it, but she was and they did. And it fit between her teeth perfectly. It gave way when she growled and bit down into it, exploring her mouth in lazy strokes.

"I won't go too deep," Kai'sa assured her, as if she gave a damn at this point. Slipping a hand down Ahri's pants, Kai'sa kissed her temple again.

Ahri was so wet there was hardly any friction when Kai'sas fingers slid over her.

"...Oh my god," Kai'sa's voice rumbled, in shock and delight. She did it again, firmer this time, and Ahri closed her eyes and let out a muffled squeal. Sighing in satisfaction, Kai'sa rested her fingers over Ahri's clit. Her hand was trapped between hot, wet flesh and tight fabric, and every idle movement made Ahri see stars. "You feel amazing."

Urging Ahri to lift her hips, she worked her pants down until they were tangled around one ankle. "Legs over mine, sweetheart."

Every inch of her relaxed into Kai'sa's arms, her head comfortably tucked underneath her chin, her back to Kai'sa's chest. Spreading her legs out, she hooked them over Kai'sa's ankles, baring as much of herself as she could.

"You let me know when you've had enough." Kai'sa stroked her swollen clit, the relief so sharp it was like agony. "I'm going to keep my hand right here where you need me. And I want you to rub against me until you come."

That was easier said than done, with her hands tied and her neck forced back by the second-skin and her legs just a little too wide to comfortably brace herself on the mattress. She growled again, struggling for release with every movement, bucking and thrusting against Kai'sa's hand.

Pressure built slowly, rising up behind her eyes until suddenly all she could see was blinding white light. She moaned around Kai'sa in her mouth, shuddered in Kai'sa's arms, her cunt pulsing with Kai'sa's fingers rolling slow, soothing circles around her. She eased Ahri through her orgasm, keeping every touch gentle but her hand far enough away that Ahri had to strain to reach her.

Her hips dropped, breaking contact so she could recover. Body drenched in sweat, Ahri let the cool air brush over her like waves as her fever finally broke.

Pressed to her back, Kai'sa's chest rose in a short laugh. "Are you okay?"

She removed the gag so that Ahri could answer. A long string of spit trailed from the edge of her gasping mouth to the silvery second-skin, and Ahri coughed, once. "That was fucking amazing."

They both laughed then, a ripple of giggles that they couldn't have fought off if they wanted to.

A warm breath huffed against her ear. "You don't smell all peachy anymore. Was that it? Are you better now?"

"It's more like a refractory period." With most of the initial tension burned away, she was a lot less squeamish about getting into the nitty-gritty with Kai'sa. After all, Kai'sa didn't seem turned off by the whole thing. Ahri pressed a palm to her jaw once her hands were freed, rubbing the tender ache there. "It'll come back uh, about, three or four times every few hours."

Kai'sa made a noise. "Hmmm! That's... hmmm."

"Thorough?" Ahri suggested with a weak smile.

"I'm surprised there's not more gumiho in the world," Kai'sa finished, somewhat diplomatically.

It was probably the only reason there were any gumiho, given how reclusive and aloof her people could be. That was a line of thought for another day, however. More immediate questions needed to be answered. "Do you want to leave? Trust me, I'm well-equipped to handle the rest of this on my own."

When she twisted around, Kai'sa had a single brow arched. "Still so keen on getting rid of me, I see."

"I'm giving you an out," she stressed, a little irritated now. "Whatever subtext you're wringing out of this or whatever you think I'm trying to say, please stop, and listen to what I am actually saying. I don't want you to feel used."

"That's a shame. Because I'm really in a mood to be used."

Her mouth went dry. And as neutral as she tried to keep her expression, Ahri's tail started thwapping enthusiastically against the mattress.

Kai'sa laughed again, and Ahri felt more foolish than ever. Grabbing her tail, she held it to her chest and scowled, turning around to fully face Kai'sa. "You're still mostly human!" she huffed. "I'm allowed to be concerned!"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed." Kai'sa reassured her with a smile. "It's just... oh no, poor me, forced to make love to my beautiful girlfriend who needs to be pleased for hours and hours."

Ahri smirked, and rubbed her jaw again, pleased to note the soreness had faded already. "Don't promise hours if you can't deliver hours, Kai'sa."

Kai'sa hooked her chin in one hand, angling Ahri closer. "I can deliver."

She kissed her before Ahri had a chance to snark back. When she linked their hands together, the second-skin slithered off her palms and onto Ahri's. They clung all the way down her forearms, forcing her hands above her head, clasped as if in prayer. Pushing Ahri down on her back, Kai'sa left her mouth free this time.

Ahri punished her for it, a low rumble leaving her chest as she nipped Kai'sa's shoulder. The second-skin responded at once, leaping to her defense and into Ahri's mouth. Opening it wide now rather than forcing it shut, nothing muffled Ahri's cries as Kai'sa stroked her firmly, putting her body weight behind every touch.

Grinding on top of her, Kai'sa stripped herself down quickly so her bare sex was pressed to Ahri's thigh. Eager to give back, Ahri tried to push up against her, moving together so she wasn't the only one being pleasured.

The binding around her hands prevented her from doing more, but trust was a fickle thing, and animal instinct could prove stronger. Exchanging freedom for safety was better, and feeling Kai'sa work her way to a sudden climax was just as rewarding as doing it herself. Wetness coated Ahri's thigh, dripping all the way down to her knee, and hearing Kai'sa groan in release sent Ahri spiralling again.

"Don't stop," she gasped when Kai'sa freed her mouth to check in. "Nnn, more."

More was Kai'sa thrusting three fingers inside of her. Every other word became lost in a purr or a growl, language forgotten in favor of instinct again. They fit so perfectly together, every inch of coiled muscle in Kai'sa unleashed like a flood as she pinned Ahri down and fucked her the way she needed.

A third orgasm washed over her, leaving Ahri completely serene with the reward of doing what her body was built for. In the wake of that, even when the haze of lust lifted, Ahri just laid on top of Kai'sa and purred.

"Thank you," she said, rubbing her face against Kai'sa's chest. Her claws had shrunk back to normal, soft and pink and human-looking. Still longer than usual, but that could be fixed with a quick trip to the salon.

A flick of her phone confirmed it was still fairly early in the morning. "We should probably eat something."

Kai'sa's hand slid down her back, squeezing Ahri's ass. "I'll get around to that eventually."

Laughing in shock, Ahri lightly slapped Kai'sa's shoulder. Sitting up, she straddled Kai'sa's waist and didn't fight the sparks that leapt up at every brush of skin against skin. "Well, while we're still rational enough to order more food, we should."

Soft palms stroked over her thighs, Kai'sa's fingers rubbing soothing circles, higher and higher, until she met wetness. "Yes. Though I'm a little disappointed, Ahri."

Ahri's ears folded, slightly. "Oh?"

"You said you'd use me. And here I am, feeling distinctly unused."

Every part of her perked up at that, tail standing straight with excitement. Shuffling a little higher after asking permission, she carefully knelt over Kai'sa's head, a low trill of pleasure continuously rumbling in her chest.

"Am I going to have to muzzle you again?" Kai'sa asked, eyes locked on hers even as she turned her head to the side, licking a wet stripe along Ahri's thighs. The muscles there shivered at the attention, her clit aching to be touched next.

"I think the worst is over, maybe," Ahri said. Then she lifted her hands up. "But, um..."

"Say no more." They coaxed Kai'sa's second-skin to wrap around her chest. Arms bound again, Ahri focused all her attention on maintaining her balance. Kai'sa pulled her closer, hands on her ass and setting the pace.

This was less frantic. Less scratching an itch and more enjoying the act itself. The trust in it, in having the second-skin shifting over her breasts like a pair of hands as Kai'sa sealed her lips around her clit and sucked.

Ahri didn't even know when the fog of her heat clouded all her inhibitions again. Just as she started finding a proper rhythm, her mouth started working all on its own. She purred to Kai'sa, urging her on in a lower voice than usual, a litany of filth making her rock harder against Kai'sa's tongue.

One, two, three, four five. Kai'sa's hands grew tangled in a mass of fur; Ahri relaxed enough to lose control of her tails again. Neither of them complained, though Kai'sa didn't seem to know where to grip any longer until she settled on Ahri's hips instead.

"This is what I wanted," she admitted to Kai'sa in between little gasps, biting her lower lip, tongue flicking out to taste the second-skin when it caressed over her chin.

It left a numbing tingle now as it travelled over Ahri's body, cooling down the worst of her impulses. Some part of her knew she and Kai'sa had more in common than they wanted to admit. There was the hunger of a dark void in them both, an appetite difficult to acknowledge, one never indulged in.

Once she'd gotten this far along with Evelynn — the last time she dared to take a partner during heat — Ahri had almost ripped her to ribbons. Not that Evelynn minded terribly. She sealed the deep gouges on her back, and pressed a thumb to the bites on her neck and shoulders and lips, and had smiled that too-bright smile and asked for more.

Ahri didn't remember a lot of that night. She remembered the next morning, though. Waking up with blood under her nails and coated to her palms and thighs, sticky with it. The flash of terror at what she might have done. Not being entirely soothed by Evelynn snuggling up next to her and licking her hands clean.

As for Kai'sa... there was definitely more to the second-skin than just a desire to protect its host. What more could be was still unknown, but Ahri trusted her, as much as she trusted Evelynn, and as much as they trusted her.

Right then, more was keeping her from hurting anyone, and so she loved it.

She shivered, wanting to sink down, all the way down. Wanting to flatten herself like the second-skin and press against Kai'sa. It would be so good to wrap around her and settle somewhere under her heart and never let go. Instead she rocked once, twice against the flat of Kai'sa's tongue and came with a little cry of loss.

Even after her hands were freed she stayed there, kneeling over her and whimpering on every other exhale. Ahri tangled her fingers deep in violet hair, smoothing it out of Kai'sa's eyes. Satiety made her lethargic, not wanting to move or do anything except sit with the full, unbearable weight of how much she loved this girl.

There weren't any words for it.

Then the door swung open, the automatic lock whirring. Akali arrived with an armful of plastic bags, waving her extra key card in the air. "Knock, knock, ladies! Sorry to wake you but I have medicine and..."

When Ahri locked eyes with Akali, she shifted subtly. All nine of her tails flared out behind her, arched and flexing, sensually twisting past each other. She must seem absolutely feral like this, a predator crouched over her last kill, eyes glowing in the dark.

Pure molten fire rose up in her fiercely, pushing its way up to the top of her head so fast she reeled.

Squeaking, Akali dropped her bags and dipped out, slamming the door shut. In just a few seconds Ahri and Kai'sa's phones both rang, and some of the haze left her as she laughed and sat back.

Wiggling off of Kai'sa, Ahri grabbed her phone and opened the message.

I am soooo sorry, I should have knocked!

Black claws flexed on her hands. Her whole body was trembling from a mixture of exhaustion and an arousal so deep it ached. After a few responses failed, Ahri gave up trying to type and called her.

"Akali," she said, shocked at how different her own voice sounded like this. Raw from shouting and pleading, and deep, and hungry. Always hungry. "I need you to do me a favor."

When the door opened again later, it was Evelynn's cool voice sounding out, amused. "Looks like you've been careless, gumiho."

Bound hand and foot this time, Ahri had somehow been shuffled to the edge of the bed with all their movement. Arching her head back so that it tilted over the edge, she saw Evelynn standing there in the doorframe, upside down. She had one fist on her hip, one lasher coiling out to flick on the lamps.

Ahri groaned in the sudden brightness. She winced even as Kai'sa moved up to lie beside her, kissing the side of her neck as one hand gently explored between her spread legs.

"Eve," was all Ahri could say. A plea, and an apology, and a cry for help.

Evelynn responded by pacing closer, grasping one of Ahri's breasts in her hand and kneading it indulgently, slowly, possessively. In just a single move somehow she had projected the sense that she was something Kai'sa was just borrowing for now. It enveloped her in flames, bringing her higher with one touch.

Ahri closed her eyes tightly, glad she had asked Akali to fetch their other bandmate, but at the same time burning up with embarrassment at needing her help.

"It smells like fresh blood in here," Evelynn said, framing her nipple in the curve between thumb and forefinger. "Did she hurt you, Kai'sa darling?"

Kai'sa smiled, shaking her head. "Just one tiny bite."

"That's good." She bent down, capturing Ahri's lips in a kiss. Ahri drank it up, every muscle straining against the second-skin keeping her bound. Evelynn kissed her again, before pulling back just enough to feel warm breath on her lips, squeezing her breast harder now. "Let me have a taste, gumiho."

She did. Even if it was Kai'sa's hands fucking her, it was Evelynn who pushed her to the edge once more, every sound muffled by the mouth over hers and the harsh pull of Evelynn's powers. She was being drained in two directions, she realized, the worst of her fever cooling down just by the presence of them both.

Afterwards, panting and tonguing the smeared lipstick away from the crook of her mouth, she wondered why she hadn't tried this sooner.

"Hi," she managed in a ragged gasp, once her head had cleared. Then she groaned when Kai'sa draped herself over Ahri's body, kissing up her chest, soothing the red claw marks Evelynn had left behind while she was twisting in the throes of pleasure. "God, you're going to start it up again."

"That's the plan," Kai'sa said cheerily. "Though I'm wondering if we won't need Akali's energy to wear you out."

"That might not be a bad idea," Evelynn said, her phone out as she typed a quick text. "I am curious to see how she'll react to the scent of you. If she can withstand it..."

Lowering herself, Evelynn sat next to Ahri, still bound on the bed. She kept her legs off the edge, crossed at the knee as she examined Ahri. She was smiling, most of her lipstick gone after Ahri had practically licked it off.

"I don't think the amount of blood I scent can be chalked up to Kai'sa's love bite," she said, her hand cool as she cupped Ahri's chin. "What do you smell, Kai'sa?"

"Peaches," Ahri and Kai'sa answered at the same time, and shortly afterwards there was a knock at the door.

Akali peeked inside, a flustered smile on her face. "Can I come in? Eve, uh, got me up to speed on what's going on. Is Ahri okay?"

"Come see for yourself," Evelynn urged. Then, to Kai'sa, she suggested, "Go get some water. Take a break. I'll handle this."

Something about her cool confidence, how utterly unrattled she was by all of this, did a lot to calm down Ahri's racing heart. She felt so much better with Evelynn here helping mediate her heat.

Reluctant at first, Kai'sa finally let Ahri go after a quick kiss to them both. When she tried to get to her feet she wobbled a bit, knees giving way as she made her way to the bathroom.

"Holy shit, I can't even walk," she muttered, laughing in disbelief. Her voice grew faint as she shut the door behind her. The hiss of the shower starting up drowned out the rest.

Turning her attention back to Akali, she realized the other woman was keeping a wary, respectful distance. That was cute. Ahri rolled over so that she was on all fours. Her higher brain knew she ought to greet her properly, maybe ask if Evelynn had really explained what was happening. But the sight of Akali twisted up everything inside of her so that she couldn't speak properly.

Instead she extended one hand, claw-tipped, and beckoned her closer.

Akali exhaled in a shudder, brown irises eclipsed by blown-black lust quicker than she thought possible. Marching over to them, she tugged her shirt over her head along with her bra and was hopping out of her pants when Evelynn stopped her.

The lasher wrapped around Akali's waist, lifting her until she was off-balance on just one tip-toe. They gave off a plush velvet appearance, when Evelynn deigned to have them on display at all, but Ahri knew the lashers were warm as flesh, and stronger than steel. The sharp edges could break through solid concrete if Evelynn were in a foul mood; they were more than strong enough to restrain Akali.

"Akali," Evelynn said, voice a warm suggestion.

Akali's dark eyes, focused intently on Ahri, twitched to Evelynn at the sound of her name.

"Tell me where we are."

A slight furrow creased between Akali's eyes. "The... hotel," she said, but she didn't sound sure.

"Which hotel, my love?"

Akali didn't have an answer for that one. Instead, her eyes slowly angled back to Ahri, whose little bubble of arousal was slowly draining away by the realization of what was happening.

"Do you know what year it is?" Evelynn tried next.

"Does it matter?" Akali mumbled. "Fuck, I don't know. I can't remember."

"Oh, wow." Ahri sat up, guilt piercing through any lingering desire she might have had. "She's gone, isn't she?" Gone in a way Kai'sa very clearly hadn't been.

"I'd say so." Evelynn kept her tone conversational, another lasher joining the first to keep Akali bound, and from doing anything she might regret. "Akali, my love, I need you to be a good girl and sit still for me. Just for a little while. When your head clears I'll ask you again."

The way Akali deflated would have been comical under most other circumstances. "Okaaay," she complained, then quieted down when the soft purple length of Evelynn's lasher wrapped around her eyes. She inhaled deeply. "It smells good in here."

"That's because someone has been very negligent about her nature," Evelynn said, giving Ahri a pointed look.

Squirming in guilt, Ahri averted her gaze. Still, her thighs pressed together, need more urgent than anything else. "That's why I called you, Eve. Are you going to do something about it or are you just going to scold me?"

The response was Evelynn's hand whipping out and grabbing her by the neck. Pinned face down, Ahri only had enough time for a single whine of complaint before Evelynn was kneeling over her, whispering in to her ear.

"This is what happens when you ignore what you are," Evelynn said, flexing her clawed grip once. "You put people in danger. You put my human girlfriend in danger. And then I have to come and clean your mess. Do you like that, Ahri? Do you enjoy it?"

Her tails served as a poor buffer between her and Evelynn. And despite everything, they could not stop touching her, coiling and snaking past Evelynn's thighs and wrapping around her waist.

She knew anything she said would just be an excuse, and a weak one at that. She knew that she'd been careless with Akali, and with Kai'sa, too. She'd given so much of herself to others that now all she could do was take. She knew that she was the weak one today, and that she needed Evelynn to be strong because she couldn't, and she knew that Evelynn was only mad because she was worried, but god it only turned her on even more. Ahri could sense Evelynn's conflicted feelings in the pulse beating close to her own, all those emotions laid bare.

"...Don't act like a brat," Evelynn finally said, when it became clear no answer was forthcoming. "Tell me what you need."

When she craned her neck sideways to see where Akali was, she found her comfortably and safely zoned out in Evelynn's embrace, the lashers keeping her docile and subdued.

"Whatever you can give me," Ahri answered honestly.

Evelynn's free hand swiped roughly between her legs, coming back dripping wet.

"God." Sounding a little shocked, Evelynn seemed to forget herself as she touched her again. Her voice went lower, genuine desire in her voice bullying past the anger. "...It's been a long time, hasn't it, gumiho?"

Years. As careful fingers circled her stiff clit, Ahri's claws flexed into the mattress, long since ruined. Add that to the list of things she needed to take care of and fix when this was done, add it to the bill for someone else to clean.

The pressure on her back mounted, Evelynn resting more of her weight on Ahri. "Was it so bad, being with me?" she murmured, petting her clit with one hand, petting her ruffled fur with the other. "You hated it this much? You'd rather lock yourself away, or risk Kai'sa."

"No," she whined, arching her back. All of her tails stroked and curled around her sinuously until Evelynn batted one of them aside, impatient. All but one folded in, leaving her on display for Evelynn to touch again. She wanted desperately to explain, but for a while the only thing she could manage was another low, tortured moan. "Of course I don't like it, Eve! I don't like needing it. But I do need it, I need you to fix it, I need you, please."

With Kai'sa she could relax enough to take the edge off, but deep down she knew that she could only properly succumb with Evelynn. Kai'sa could mitigate her, but Evelynn could take everything she had to give.

That demanding grip moved from her neck to the base of her tail, squeezing it until she cried again.

Temper soothed for now, Evelynn swung right back to low amusement. "Are you going to come for me again so soon?"

"Yessss." She bowed her head, shivering helplessly as she did just that. Head to toe, a frisson of electricity uncoiling from within her and taking her out. Boneless, Ahri slumped down onto the sheets again, humming in delight as the heat cleared from her.

"What number was that?" Evelynn wanted to know. She made Ahri hiss when she worked her fingers deep inside, pushing her limits. Ahri twitched when Evelynn's head dipped down, her tongue dragging out over her shoulder. "Seven...? Eight? Mmm, I can taste it on your skin."

Ahri shrugged, still exhausted and wiggling from the overstimulation. "I don't really like to keep count when I'm like this."

"I remember you got to sixteen with me."

She flushed at the memory. "I'll take your word for it."

A rustle of fabric and flailing limbs made them both look up as Akali finally seemed to snap out of her stupor. She grunted in confusion, wincing when Evelynn let her drop to the floor.

"Ow!" Akali sat to the side, rubbing her behind. "What the hell just happened?! Did Ahri use her freaking charm on me?!"

"I did warn you before you came inside," Evelynn said. "Looks like you couldn't hang, baby."

"I can hang!" Akali insisted, pounding a fist on the floor. "I just wasn't expecting a face full of sex magic!"

"Lightweight," Evelynn teased. "Still want to give it a shot now that you know what you're in for?"

Suddenly a little more subdued, Akali's eyes dropped. Then she peeked up, almost shyly, and stammered, "U-uh, is there a way to dial it down just a little? Cause as insanely hot as this is, I'm also a little freaked out right now."

"Not..." Ahri cleared her throat. "Not really."

She stared at Ahri a little longer, wide-eyed. Then Akali sulked, blushing bright red all the way down her chest. "Then I'm... gonna check on Kai'sa, she's been in the shower a long time."

Getting up on shaking feet, she vanished into the bathroom as well and shut the door, loudly. Ahri winced a little, guilt stinging again.

"Sorry," Evelynn said.

"I'm not offended." Ahri rubbed her forehead, fatigued. "Just feel like a monster."

"You are a monster," Evelynn reminded her. "But you don't need to hide it, Ahri. Not from us." One finger angled her face up, gold eyes guarded but tender. "Not from me."

Ahri bit her lip, not sure what to say.

Then she bit Evelynn's, kissing her hard.

Evelynn allowed it, deepening the kiss until they were both scrambling to undress her. Even someone like Evelynn wasn't completely immune to her influence... not discounting the possibility that Evelynn would have wanted this anyway, of course.

"Don't hold back." Evelynn's eyes shone with their own light, the hint of fangs in the corner of her lips making Ahri kiss her again, and again. "Come on, gumiho. Take it. I know you can."

It was furious, fucking someone when she didn't have to worry about hurting them. Evelynn matched her blow for blow, snarling in her face when black claws dug in deep into pale skin. Ahri's ears flattened against her skull in response, two monsters struggling for a connection however they could, wresting it from this moment.

She was purring when she came again, but her bared teeth and gasping mouth made it come out as a raspy growl.

One moment of clarity shone through it all. Evelynn rose up on all fours over her, stopping long enough just to admire her. A hand passed through her hair, shockingly gentle in contrast to the blood running down her throat.

"You're so beautiful," Evelynn said, thumb pressing over her own mouth to stem a cut from where Ahri been too careless.

Release was close again. The stamina heat provided her didn't leave room for teasing. Unending desire kept her in place, wanting more and more and more, until the fever ran its course.

"Can you end it?" she asked, hushed. "Can you... you know. Eat it? Until there's nothing left? Make it end early?"

A curious glint entered her eyes. "Is that what you want?"

Ahri nodded tightly before she could change her mind, while the rust in her mouth kept her distracted from anything else. Until a sharp, sudden cry from the bathroom set her on high alert, Akali's familiar voice shouting out Kai'sa's name.

"Ah." Evelynn smiled at her knowingly. "I have a feeling the shower will be occupied a while longer."

She couldn't even share in the joke, shaking furiously, her lust renewed by the knowledge that someone else was touching Akali, her Akali. Even knowing it was Kai'sa didn't help, because she belonged to Ahri too. They all did, they were hers, they were hers and she needed them—

A voracious mouth, not human at all, sank into her. Pulling deep, Evelynn locked Ahri in her arms, twisting one leg up sharply so that they were pressed together. Wet flesh slid against flesh, the hard, wonderful friction of Evelynn's clit rubbing right above hers. Trying for a better angle, she twisted and arched, shouting in surprise at the sensation of a serpentine tongue entering her mouth.

There was fire then, in a way she'd never known before. The way the hottest temperatures burned blue and white instead of the mellow sunset hues she'd taken for granted. Evelynn was a star, something that should have remained distant, suddenly altogether far too close. White and violet flames enveloped her, fangs puncturing deep into Ahri as she took her own pleasure.

Ahri felt it rush through her as if it were her own. She crested the peak, hovering in that moment just before orgasm... and lingered there uncomfortably long. Release felt like a noose, suddenly. It wrapped around her throat like another set of hands— and with a jolt, Ahri realized that it wasn't just her imagination or Evelynn's powers at work. Her lashers, very physical and very real, were twisting over her shoulders and her chest and her throat, binding her like velvet shibari. All aesthetic, no restraint.

Instead of a cozy descent, her climax just climbed higher. Ahri forced herself not to fight it, heart fluttering in a panic, holding Evelynn closer for comfort. Evelynn held her down, forcing her to ride it out. Higher, higher. Rushing between her and her lover in an endless figure eight. Left with no other outlet, she raked her claws down Evelynn's back, prompting her to shiver and moan her name.

That was when she crashed. She shattered, screaming, sobbing. Her leg twitched, kicking, as she took fistfuls of Evelynn wherever she could reach her. Thick and tangled in her violet hair, or running down her back again, or clutching her ass and forcing her closer because Ahri wasn't done yet, not by a long shot. Not as long as she could still feel the orgasm rippling through Evelynn, her cunt aching to be filled.

Then, sharply, the connection between them was severed.

She felt everything funnel out of her, scooped hollow, left to rattle with nothing remaining inside.

Evelynn was glowing above her still, the energy around her swollen and indolent as a well-fed serpent. She kissed Ahri one last time, tenderly, and that was when she passed out.

When she woke up, someone had drawn the covers up over her shoulders. The room was dark again, the clock telling her it was late in the evening.

Nearby, she heard conversation. Drained and limp, she sat up long enough to blink at her bandmates sleepily.

"Hey, sleepy girl," Kai'sa said, noticing her first. "You're up sooner than expected."

"Tired," was all Ahri could say.

Akali landed next to her with a heavy thump. She stroked the top of Ahri's head, squeezing her ears a bit. "I bet. Eve said she drained you dry."

"Per Ahri's request," Evelynn said, in a gentle but firm way that made Ahri think this wasn't the first time she'd had to remind them of this fact.

They were all fully dressed, sitting around the table with what looked like boxes of takeout. It smelled good, but not as good as the bed felt. So Ahri curled up around Akali, holding onto her hand and kissing it once.

"Aaaand she's out," Akali said, her voice faint.

Evelynn's amused rumble. "She definitely smells like normal again, so I think we're in the clear."

"Oh?" Akali sounded surprised. "If you say so, I guess."

Kai'sa made a curious noise. "What did she smell like to you? I never got a chance to ask."

A small laugh. "Uh, same as always, I guess.

"She smelled just like home."

#KDA #LOL #fanfiction #xeksplicit #fellas is it gay to use your symbiote as a muzzle #AHRI HAS BIGASS SHARP FOX CLAWS AND SHES GON RIP U UP #we're going. FULL foxgirl objectification.

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Spontaneous Attraction Ch. 15

Pairings: Kyungsoo x You

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut | Ambiguous AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3k

Description: You start to understand his perspective more.

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Throwing back the covers, you shivered at the cold. Before you could fully sit up large palms were on your waist, pulling you backwards. You landed with a huff, arms encircling your torso so you were trapped with Kyungsoo's chest on your back. The man behind you groaned tiredly and nuzzled his face in the nape of your neck. His breath cascaded down the curve there, tickling your skin. You felt the vibrations in his chest as he murmured in a small voice,

"Stay."

You chuckled under your breath at his cuteness.

"I have work. Did you not hear my alarm? You probably need to go, too."

"Just a little longer." You briefly wondered if you looked back if you would have found him pouting.

"Come on," you goaded, pushing on his arms. He tightened them and curled his legs closer to fit behind yours in defiance.

"I like holding you. Please?" You sighed.

"Only because you asked nicely." Lips brushed the back of your neck. You relaxed, enjoying the closeness.

"Do you feel okay? I was worried I was too rough last night." At his question you took the time to mentally scan yourself.

"My legs are a little sore, but I'm okay. I would've told you if it was too much."

"Good. That's good," he mumbled. Kyungsoo let one of his hands wander, skimming down your stomach. Fingers teased under the hem of your shirt.

"Your hands are cold," you smiled lazily. You braided your fingers with his on your hip.

"That's why I wanted you to stay a little longer," he replied.

"Sure it is." You guided your joined hands up your side to lay against your heated skin. His icy digits began to soak in the warmth. Another brush of lips made you shiver.

"I'm proud of you," he declared suddenly. You laughed, confused.

"What?"

"You were such a good girl last night." His voice had dropped an octave. It was breathy and seductive, luring you in like he'd cast a charm on you. You were entranced by how he went from pouty to provocative in no time flat. Your eyes drifted closed so his voice surrounded you and invaded every thought, solely focused on Kyungsoo. "You took everything I gave you. And so perfectly behaved, too." He placed a deliberate, slow kiss just above the collar of your shirt, tongue darting out to wet the skin. He blew lightly on it, causing it to prickle and a shudder crawled down your spine. "Why do you taste so good?" It wasn't meant to be answered. He sounded like he was talking more to himself than you. Tiny, exposed confessions rolling off his tongue after biting it for so long. Knowing it was safe. Knowing he could trust the soft words to float around in the early morning and not be judged or teased or rebuked. As if you ever would have, but the peek into his thoughts was fascinating. Months and you still could barely read what he was feeling unless he spoke it aloud. "You've driven me crazy since I woke up after my birthday and you served me breakfast. I couldn't understand why a woman who had no clue who I was took care of me like a close friend. You were patient and kind explaining everything to me. When you called me your favorite stranger I thought you couldn't possibly be more interesting. I had so many questions I wanted to ask to learn more about you. It was all so strange, but I didn't feel scared. I keep doing all these things--things I don't normally do." His no longer icy fingers drew random patterns on your side. Hard enough not to tickle, but light enough his nails didn't scrape. He never made big motions either so your hand stayed locked with his. "I gave my number to a stranger then set up a date before I even knew your name. I went on dates in public. I skipped out at work to see you. No matter what happens you keep finding ways to surprise me. I would dream up the next thing that would make me fall more for you during our breaks, but you always found something more creative when I saw you. Acting cute, being ridiculous, being funny, being you. There's not one set way to describe you. I was just pulled to you like a magnet. And then you said you loved me. You said it before and after you found out about my job without a shred of questioning. Like it was such an obvious, incontrovertible fact that always existed. I was so overwhelmed w-with these--these urges..." You remembered when you hosted his band members for dinner and he had followed you to the kitchen. How feverish his kisses felt on your throat, pressed up against the counter. How he kept his hand on your knee most of the night. How you caught him staring at you every now and then.

Kyungsoo shifted his hips behind you and you felt his growing arousal. His soft lips dragged across your skin and paused over your pulse. His mouth didn't move away from your throat to talk next, sending vibrations through you.

"I felt all these things that I tried to push down. I wanted so much to kiss you..." Another wet kiss followed by cool breath. With each added sentence you slipped further and further under his enchantment. Your breathing grew shallower, heat pooling between your legs. You were melting; pliant and responsive to his actions. "To touch you..." With a roll of his hips, he grinded into your backside. His accompanying throaty whine would have been almost inaudible if his lips weren't right next to your ear. "To taste you..." His tongue licked one line from the crook of your neck and shoulder to where he was before. Your body was buzzing, tingling with pleasure. "Sugar," he whispered with a small nip of teeth and roll of his hips. “To have you...” You grinded back as well. A shaky sigh passed over the slick trail he made, bringing on more shivers. "I'm sorry for teasing you so much these last few weeks. You kept your promises, but I wasn't making it easy. I just needed--" he paused, searching for the right way to phrase it. "I needed to be reminded of something." He chuckled lightly at some unknown joke. "I can't get enough of you now. Can I have you?"

"You already have me, idiot," you joked to lighten the serious mood. He smiled into your neck.

"Then let me phrase my question better." Kyungsoo tilted his head, hair falling to the side. "Can I fuck you against the shower wall?" You moaned happily at the idea, but reality was closing in.

"I don't know. I don't want to be late, and I definitely don't want to have to stop like yesterday."

"Then I'll just have to skip the teasing and go right to fucking you harder." Your breath hitched, eyes opening. You turned your head to see Kyungsoo watching you with heavily lidded eyes, biting the inside of his lip. He raised an eyebrow. He waited with bated breath for any sign you were agreeing. A devious smirk grew on your face.

"Only if I get to leave my own marks on you, too." He jumped away, sitting up, the sudden distance shaking the rest of the trance off. You chuckled at his panicky look. "I'll make sure it's where no one will see, relax." Kyungsoo sighed in relief and pushed his hand through his hair, getting caught halfway in tangles.

"Right, of course. Sorry," he said quickly. His other hand squeezed tighter around yours, pulling the braid of fingers from under your shirt. "Yeah, of course you can. It's only fair. But it has to be coverable by a t-shirt. We have a photoshoot tomorrow." The smirk widened to a smile.

"Then let me get an extra towel for you." Kyungsoo helped pull you up and got off the bed with you. You stumbled slightly on your feet, Kyungsoo catching you by your arm.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just clumsy." He refused to let go of your hand while you picked out clothes and two fresh towels, but at least he offered to help carry. He observed your morning routine with a half smile. Like he was carrying a secret. Was he amused or just in a good mood? You were never sure.

After gathering what was necessary you dumped the change of clothes by the sink and hung the towels near the shower where you could reach them. Once you had the water heating up you turned to Kyungsoo whose eyes darted up to yours. He had been staring at your ass. You let it go, but laughed on the inside. He seemed almost obsessed with you being barely dressed. It wasn't the same look he would give you when you wore more revealing tops and his gaze would roam once in a while. Not quite as focused as the one he gave when you were totally naked like he was memorizing you. It was closer to the way he watched you yesterday morning; like he was thinking of the different ways to strip and fuck you using whatever stable enough surface was nearby. Maybe he liked the tease of having you covered just enough to be appropriate in front of others. Or maybe not appropriate, but things like lingerie that left that last little bit of someone to the imagination.

Either way, you weren't complaining. You were dating after all, and it made you feel sexy. Especially because his eyes were just naturally intense in normal situations. It made every glance more impactful. Some people say they're windows to the soul. Kyungsoo's eyes were more like canvases; painting his expression of feelings to reflect the situation around him. Reacting accordingly, thoughtfully. They colored his irises and crinkled at the corners. It was rarely a clear picture just like any artists work. Always left up to interpretation by the viewer. You'd spent more time than you would like to admit just watching his mind create new works. They would flicker and sparkle when he was excited, color popping off in changing bursts. You marveled at the strong saturation when he was enjoying food. Longer strokes with a richer pallete twirled around and danced to more abstract concepts and layered with other mediums whenever he talked about music. It was a complex gallery that continuously had you searching for the plaque that held a description. The only ones you'd found were obvious; an upturn of lips, raised eyebrows, a clenched fist, turning to hide his face. Things everyone did.

The one time you were caught trying to decipher his thoughts he had laughed at the confused, determined look on your face. You were walking with him in the park and decided to sit in the grass to rest a minute. Kyungsoo's gaze was fixed out on the long stretches of grass and trees and pathways watching the other people around you. With a hat and mask on you had to squint to glimpse at his eyes, but they were relaxed. Not shining, but not dull. Pastel smeared around to create a softening effect, never staying still as they darted around like he was seeing a whole different world from you. Your best guess was that he was daydreaming, but he could have just enjoyed being out in the sun. You hadn't realized how long you were staring, and suddenly his eyes morphed back to their normal paints, glancing your way, and laughter rang out from his mouth. His shoulders shook, corners of his eyes crinkling. The melodic sound warmed your cheeks and served to make you fall more for the--at that time--handsome stranger.

"What's so interesting? Is something on my face?" he asked good-naturedly. You snapped out of the memory. Kyungsoo was holding back his laughter in front of you in the bathroom.

"Sorry," you smiled and knew your face was red. "Just spaced out for a second. Let's get in." He released your hand. You reached for your shirt, but he stopped you and removed it himself. His smile sagged, eyebrows knitting together in worry. You looked sideways to your reflection in the mirror. A pattern of five small bruises laid out on your shoulder. You immediately knew if Kyungsoo put his hand there they would fit perfectly. The marks that had been purple were yellowing at the base of your neck and chest. The one he had made the night before stuck out on your skin next to the others. You turned your head and confirmed the same handprint bruises were on your hip where he gripped you, but lighter.

"You said you were okay," Kyungsoo muttered.

"I am," you insisted, not letting your grin fall. He licked his lips, but still looked concerned. With a few swift movements he had stripped the last of his clothes off and was pushing you backwards into the shower. The water hit his side and you visibly shivered at the chill of the tile meeting your back. Cupping your jaw on either side, his lips came forward and slid along yours. You opened to him without thought. The gentle, barely there way his hands fell to your shoulders and continued down your arms made you think he was afraid of breaking you. The shift was palpable. His fingers ghosted back up to hover around your biceps. His mouth dropped to your bruised shoulder and said hoarsely,

"I'm sorry for hurting you." Kyungsoo kissed the five fingerprint bruises. "I should've known I was holding you too hard." He liked marking you, but not causing pain it seemed. A strange juxtaposition. It was loving, but struck you as regret more than an apology. You pushed your fingers through his hair and pulled his head up to meet his gaze. Behind his sad eyes it looked like he was beating himself up over it. They weren't focused, dewy, and kept drifting to your shoulder.

The thought floated by in your mind that perhaps he was more scared of taking this step forward than he let on. It would be understandable. As far as you knew the last person he'd told he loved and was intimate with had completely screwed up how his brain handled relationships. That broken trust made people paranoid. It made them afraid. It made them question things they never would have in the past. You had been there for all of it with your best friend years ago. She looked at every new relationship--platonic or otherwise--with a newfound scrutiny. People weren't good until they screwed up anymore. They were unreliable and bound to turn on you until proven good. The worst was to see her self doubt eat at her. To see her unintentionally push others away so she wouldn't get hurt again. Was she being too clingy? Needy? Annoying? Passive? She cared so much about the smallest details. It broke your heart to watch, and it took you years of staying beside her to start building that trust in people back up. That no, it wasn't her fault and she wasn't going to end up living alone with only you forever. That she would find someone even more stubborn who won't give up on her.

So you resolved that you would be that person for Kyungsoo. Whatever his hang-ups. Whether he kept you at arms length for months or thought you were being too much. You weren't going to give up on him. Especially not after that confession that morning. He said he had been reminded of something, and that's what pushed him to do more than kiss you. Whatever that was, it gave him a reason to pull you closer past the doubt and trust you not to hurt him. Maybe that was why he was so worried; instead he had hurt you.

If Kyungsoo had been through anything similar than he hid it well during most moments. But that morning in the shower was not one of them. He was so frightened of screwing up. That you would abandon him because he thought he was being too...too what? Too possessive? That was ridiculous. You were a well kept secret from anyone outside his roommates and yours. The rare times you got alone with him you expected him to do things like this. It was natural to want to show physical affection, and you liked his method. The sentiment lingered on your skin for days after he was gone.

"Kyungsoo," you lilted. "I didn't say anything because I liked it. Don't worry over me."

"Are you sure? But the bruising..." His sentence faded into nothing.

"Don't ever hold back. That's what the safeword is for. I promise I like this. I really love this, in fact." He hummed dejectedly, searching your face for any sign of dishonesty. He didn't believe you yet. "It just shows me how much you want me to be yours." His dark brown eyes flickered to yours with a new sharpness. "And I love being yours, Kyungsoo." When he saw you weren't wavering he kissed you once shortly. Cautiously. When he pulled back you reached a hand to cup his face. He leaned into your palm like the night before, cheek burning. "I'm sorry to inform you that you're stuck with me. No exchanges or refunds." That earned you a lop-sided smile. The kind that starts with a slight twitch in the corner of his mouth, and when he can't hold it in it grows slowly. The kind that made Kyungsoo's whole being light up with a warm glow. The kind that made your heart beat flutter against your ribs. He covered your hand with his.

"Does that mean I'll have to put up with your bad jokes forever?" You echoed his grin and chuckled.

"Don't forget my crazy stories. You know something catches fire in all the good ones. At some point you're going to be part of that."

"Promise?" he replied softly.

"It's inevitable when you're so hot."

"And there's the humor."

"What can I say? I'm consistent." Kyungsoo sighed over-dramatically, shaking his head.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"I can think of a few suggestions."

#exo #exo fanfiction #exo scenario #exo scenarios #exo fluff #kyungsoo #kyungsoo x reader #kyungsoo fluff #do kyungsoo #kyungsoo fanfiction #d.o #fluff

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