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g1rld1ary · 2 months

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you never disappointed me - part three

part one part two part three part four

➻ synopsis: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader ; after beckendorf does some research with silena, luke finally knows how to ask you out (10 things I about you AU)

➻ word count: 2642

➻ warnings: ooc/kind of loser!luke, ooc silena, she/her pronouns used for reader, sexual innuendos, alcohol, smoking

➻ so i immediately got hit with a ton of uni work lols (so mean for first week??) so this took a little longer than expected sorries!!

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While you were being tormented by the two boys Camp Half-Blood (or maybe your mom?) kept sending your way, Charles was following Silena around like a lost puppy, noting down whatever she could find about you in your limited personal space in the Aphrodite cabin. After several minutes of nothing promising, he was starting to feel hopeless.

“She’s not a…” Beckendorf trailed off, looking for more delicate phrasing.

“Girl in Red fan? No. I found a picture of Heath Ledger under her bunk once so I’m pretty sure she’s not harbouring any queer feelings.”

“So that’s the kind of guy she likes? Pretty guys?”

“I don’t know,” Silena said impetuously, “All I’ve ever heard her say is that she’d die before dating a guy that smokes.” Beckendorf cringed. That was an issue. Silena continued mindlessly, digging through your drawers and belongings. She pulled out your reading list, planner and a sticky note of things you were going to do when you left after summer. Finally, Silena let out a devious giggle as she dug through your top drawer. She didn’t let Beckendorf wonder for long, as she pulled out a pretty pair of lacy black underwear.

It wasn’t the most scandalous piece of lingerie sitting in that cabin — not by far, but Beckendorf still blushed like the teenage boy he was, almost too afraid to look at the scrap of fabric.

“And, uh, what does that tell us?” He asked, eyes anywhere but the cloth.

“She wants to have sex someday, that’s what,” She said it as if it were obvious, and Beckendorf wished a hole would open up and swallow him down. He really didn’t want to be talking about your sexual desire right now.

“She might just like the colour?” He mumbled, hand running over his hair in an effort to ground him.

“You don’t buy black lingerie unless you want someone to see it.” Beckendorf felt kind of guilty, he figured he probably wasn’t who you had in mind when buying black lingerie, and it was starting to feel like a serious invasion of privacy. That was only heightened when Silena pointedly avoided telling him which area was hers, saying it was ‘private’. He rationalised his actions by praying to the Gods the plan would work and everyone would get a happy ever after.

Still, Percy and Beckendorf took this research to Luke in his semi-secret spot behind the training arena, where he could drink and smoke without being worried about being caught by the younger kids or Chiron. He didn’t look exactly happy to see them, but Beckendorf thought he might just be warming up to them.

“So, what’ve you got for me?” He asked, taking a swig of his beer.

“Insights into a very complicated girl,” Percy said, dislike of you obvious.

“Just one question,” Beckendorf asked “Should you be drinking if you don’t have a liver?” One of his new brothers had told him the rumour that Luke had sold his liver on the black market during his quest for a pack of cigarettes and a ticket back to camp.

“She hates smokers!” Percy interrupted, hopefully before Luke could process what Beckendorf had said, and very successfully redirected his focus as Beckendorf grabbed the lit cigarette out of his hand, snuffing it out on the dirt.

“So I’m a… non-smoker now?” Luke spat the words, sounding almost disgusted with himself.

“Just for now,” Beckendorf assured him. “And one more problem — Silena said that she likes ‘pretty guys’.” A tense silence fell upon them and Charles wished that sometimes he would think before he spoke. Luke’s gaze on him was heavy and intimidating, and if Percy wasn’t there with him Beckendorf probably would have cowered and escaped.

“Are you telling me I’m not a pretty guy?” Luke asked, and if he had to say, Beckendorf thought his attitude right now definitely wasn’t helping his case. He and Percy shared a quick look before reassuring Luke that he absolutely was a pretty guy, they just had limited experience in deciding those labels. Satisfied, Luke glanced at the list Beckendorf handed him of all of your interests and engagements. He frowned, and both the younger boys exchanged uneasy eye contact.

“So what, I’m supposed to buy her noodles and books and sit around listening to some shitty girl power band?” He asked, dread and boredom evident in his eyes.

“Have you ever been to Club Skunk? Her favourite band is playing there tomorrow night,” Beckendorf provided, disheartened by the quick shake of Luke’s head.

“I cannot be seen at Club Skunk.”

“But she’s gonna be there! She’s got tickets!” He protested, and Percy put a subtle hand on his arm.

“Dude, everyone you know is here. No one’s gonna see you at Club Skunk and think you’re less of a man or whatever. I’ll tell everyone you’re off in the woods smoking weed or something.” Luke looked at them for a long moment, seemingly considering the offer. Finally he agreed, and Beckendorf thought it may have just been to get them to go away, but he was happy enough.

Luke, having gotten over the humiliation it would be to go to Club Skunk, was more than interested at the new piece of information he’d just learned. He thought he was the only one who snuck out of camp, and he wondered how often you did it. Reasonably frequently, he guessed, since you were going to all the trouble to see a band that probably played around the state constantly. You just kept on surprising him, and though it was all a bit of an effort on his part, he had started to enjoy getting to know the parts of you that you kept hidden behind the icy exterior.

You, on the other hand, were getting really weirded out. You might’ve just been paranoid, but you were sure that the new Hephaestus kid who was friends with Percy kept staring at you. Even Percy glanced at you more than once during dinner, something you didn’t think had ever happened before — and you were not looking for attention from the camp’s golden boy, no matter how many times he’d probably saved your life by extension of his quests. Those two, coupled with Luke, whose attentions had inexplicably been focused on you for the last week, made you feel a bit like an animal on display; violently uncomfortable. As you left the meal you shot Beckendorf a nasty glare, somewhat satisfied when he jumped and averted his eyes. You shook your head in a physical attempt to clear the burdens of your thoughts. Soon you wouldn’t have to worry about any of the campers or the stupidity that flowed around the grounds.

About twenty minutes after the campfire started and the rest of the camp were safely together, you began the trek up to the Hamptons — the closest city with a venue. You waited anxiously for the bus to pick you up outside the camp lines, looking over your shoulder to ensure no one had caught you. If your adventures got around camp then Silena would absolutely tell your father as payback for being the reason she can’t date, and that was a whole new set of issues you really didn’t care to deal with. Luke, standing in the shadows watching, felt almost bad for spying on you. Almost.

You could feel your shoulders relax as you got further and further away from camp, the judgement and expectations of people you didn’t even like far behind you for the night. You’d been looking forward to this show since you got tickets with your friends during the school term, and you were determined to make it worth the pain of summer. And it really, really was. Your whole friend group had made it, making it a long awaited reunion, and the band was one you’d been following for years. You danced with all your energy, gleefully shouting lyrics and laughing loudly when you got them terribly wrong.

Luke watched this from his seat at the bar, entranced in your private bubble amongst the chaos. You were smiling — a rare sight at all at camp — but this was one he didn’t think he’d ever seen in all his years of knowing you. It wasn’t filled with pride like the ones you tried to conceal when you got a new record on the climbing wall or you finally beat Clarisse in a training match, nor was it the satisfied smirk you had when you put an egotistical camper in their place or beat up jerks like Ethan. Your smile was alight with joy; relaxed and wholehearted happiness that spread through the room and seemed infectious to anyone who passed you.

It was at that moment that Luke truly understood how you were a daughter of Aphrodite. The way the lights reflected off your hair and your eyes, the easy way you moved your body to the music, everything about you suddenly seemed perfect, and he wondered how he’d never noticed it before. Your appearance hadn’t changed drastically; your hair was loose instead of the practical up-do needed for camp, you wore a tight fitted crop top instead of the camp shirt and you might’ve had some glitter smeared around your eyes. All inconspicuous, ordinary things, yet you seemed like a brand new person. Luke decided he liked this version of you, and if this whole plan failed, at least he’d gotten a glimpse into your real world and behind the facade you hid with at camp.

He was ripped from his thoughts when he saw you make a drinking gesture to your friend, heading towards him unwittingly. He turned in his seat hurriedly, trying to act cool and unaware. You spotted him almost immediately, persona switching up as disgust crept back under your skin.

“If you’re going to ask me out again, could you just get it over with now so I can get back to enjoying my night?” You sighed, grabbing the water bottles from the bartender.

“Would you mind? You’re kind of ruining this for me.” Luke gestured around, hoping his acting chops were as good as he needed. You ignored it either way.

“You’re not surrounded by your usual cloud of smoke,” You noted, curiosity getting the better of you.

“I quit. Apparently they’re bad for you.” You raised an eyebrow, almost too surprised to come up with a quip.

“You did?” You hated how genuine it sounded and turned to go, sensing him get up to follow you.

“You know, I was watching you out there before,” He yelled over the music, “I’ve never seen you look so sexy.” In possibly the worst timing in history, the song ended and the entire club was treated to Luke’s compliment. You both flushed red, and you were unable to contain a small giggle — wildly uncharacteristic for you. Luke, to his credit, only had a mildly sheepish grin on his face, and continued to follow you across the dance floor. “Come to the Apollo party with me.” You couldn’t believe him! Here you were, miles from camp and he was still asking you out. Though, you couldn’t deny that he wasn’t quite as infuriating as you originally thought.

“You never give up, do you?” You gave a good natured sigh, ducking under someone’s arm to get to your friends.

“Was that a yes?”

“No.”

“Was it a no?”

“No!” You let out another laugh which floated over the crowd and straight to Luke. He couldn’t contain his own grin.

“I’ll pick you up at 9:30!” He yelled back. You gave no indication of having heard him apart from a momentary glance, and he couldn’t tell if the smile was directed at him or just a byproduct of your situation. He took it either way.

Having gone to the effort of sneaking away from camp, Luke decided to stay for the remainder of the concert and grudgingly decided the band wasn’t that bad. Not his style, sure, but he could kind of see why you liked them. Besides, these drinks were easier to get than the contraband ones he had to smuggle into camp.

Tired from a night on your feet dancing and feeling your pleasant buzz slipping away, you were less than charmed seeing Luke waiting for your bus. It made sense, obviously you were going the same place, but you didn’t want him to ruin your great night by pestering you about a date.

“What are you doing here?” You asked bluntly, eagerly sitting on the misshapen little bench.

“Getting home?” He trailed off, unsure of what you were looking for. “Besides, we’re a long way from camp and it’s late. Didn’t feel right leaving you here alone.” You hated that you thought it was sweet.

“Do you not think I can take care of myself?” You picked a fight instead, unwilling to be genuine with him. Luke wasn’t stupid enough to fall for it.

“I have complete faith in you,” He laughed, “I’m making sure you don’t kill whoever bothers you.” You let out a snort of a laugh accidentally. You tried to recover,

“It’ll be you if you’re not careful.” Somehow Luke didn’t believe you.

Surprisingly, the trip was almost pleasant. Luke had already gotten what he wanted from the night and the next phase of his plan was shaping up, so he knew bringing up your impending date would only sour your mood. Instead, when he plonked himself down in the seat next to you on the bus, you talked about mundane, silly things. He asked about the friends you were with and let you talk about your life in New York, waving you off when you started to feel guilty since he was at camp all year.

“There’s this really cool record store, we go there all the time. They have this huge bulletin board on one wall where these tiny little bands put up posters for random gigs with, like, fifty people there — it’s so sick, like the 90s I guess. Maybe —” You cut yourself off but Luke knew where you were going. Maybe I could show you. You would deny it if he brought it up, but he couldn’t contain his smile either way.

You were surprised that you had so much to talk about, briefly wondering why you’d never been friends with him before, but the conversation continued all the way to the camp border, where you both knew the risk of sneaking back in meant your night together was over. Once you got into camp there’d be people all around; campers should be in bed but counsellors often patrolled for a while, and many of the non-demigod folks around camp could be up and about well into the early hours of the morning.

“So, um, I’ll see you around?” His sudden shyness was unexpectedly charming, and you found yourself giving Luke a smile — a real one that made his heart flutter embarrassingly.

“Bye, Luke.” You held eye contact for a fraction longer than necessary before disappearing into the shadows. Luke watched you go, not quite starstruck but close to it. A rustle of the trees behind him spurred him into action, but the image of you on the dance floor played on repeat behind his eyes as he lay in his bunk.

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 6 months

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700 Years - Part 2

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 2K WC

Thank you to all who requested a part 2! :)

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Warnings: soft Astarion, depression, anxiety, misinterpretation of feelings, angst, reader reverting to old habits, drow twins (precious babies), slight mention of nudity, brief (and I mean BRIEF) steamy stuff, reassurance, fluff

Part 1

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Astarion was right, adjusting to life outside of the hells was proving to be somewhat difficult. Everything had changed, advanced. You felt like a relic, lost in time. You clung to Astarion like a scared child for weeks. You proved to be an elite combatant, a force to truly be reckoned with. You felt your powers come back to you over time. You just wished your mind would catch up. Know that everything is ok. Know that you are your own.

You often spend your nights at the lakeside. Throwing rocks into it every so often to watch the ripples glide over the water. You didn’t expect your feelings to come back so easily, and in full force. In hell, you just turned them off when you weren’t alone. Raphael broke you into complete submission.

“Care for some company?” you heard Astarion say.

You shrugged wordlessly. Astarion noticed your mood declining since you got to camp. You were lost. He did his best to give you space and be there for you, knowing your road was tough, just as his was. You sat in silence for a while before he spoke again.

“I know you’re in great pain, little love, you need not hide it from me.” he scooted closer to you.

You leaned against him, feeling exhausted. Defeated. “I never thought I was going to leave the hells. Now that I have… I’m trying but… I don’t know if I belong up here. Or down there. I’m not sure I belong anywhere.” your voice was full of sadness.

Astarion’s arms engulfed you. You clung to him, holding his arms against your chest. “I’m completely alone in the world and I’m… frightened.” you cried into him.

Astarion took your hands and stood you up, walking you into the shallows of the lake. “Do you ever watch the ripples in the water?” he asked.

You nodded watching as the water splashed around your legs causing the whole lake to ripple.

“See how they unsettle the whole lake, delving it into chaos that will go on until it is brought peace again.” he said, now standing completely still, the lake stilling with him.

“I don’t know if I can bring myself peace.” you looked at the moon's reflection as the water stilled.

Astarion “You can… in time…. Takes a lot of work. But… I’ve got you. I’ll be here for you, whenever you want me.” he said, carding his fingers through your hair causing you to let out a small sigh.

You leaned back, giving him a small smile. You hesitated before softly kissing his cheek. He looked at you with slightly widened eyes.

“You don’t have to do that…” Astarion said. He feared showing any intimate interest in you due to everything you had going on, and yet - his heart felt smothered in honey when he was with you.

Your hand ghosted over where you kissed him, “I know.” you felt bashful. You loved being around Astarion but, as of late, your body grows warm when he is near. Your brain feels overloaded with the urge to kiss him, touch him, love him. Everything about him made you feel better. He made you wonder if you could ever love again, truly love. Everyday you grew more and more convinced. He taught you how to be on your own, not constantly needing him. But now, you just wanted him near always. His presence lighting up your world.

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The Blushing Mermaid was loud, far louder than you anticipated. It made you wince. Watching men stumble around boorishly and women fawn over each other. It made you smile despite all the noise. Seeing people look happy after so long in a place of unhappiness, it made your heart feel full. Knowing there is always light in the dark.

Astarion had left you in the corner of the room, trying not to overwhelm you. He told you he would only be gone a moment so you sat down and waited for him. The more time ticked on the more anxious you got. Independent or not, you were anxious like this before the hells. You looked around the patrons, spotting the pale elf at the bar top.

Your heart felt uneasy when you looked closer. A beautiful drow woman had draped herself across Astarion. He was indulging her in conversation, even going as far to laugh with her. You couldn’t understand why you were feeling the way you were. Astarion was not yours. He was beautiful and free, just like you. He can choose who he gives his attention to. You tried to reason with yourself. All your brain could seem to logically conclude is that he didn’t want you because you had not lay with him. He was healed and could use his body for himself, and here you were.

You quietly made your way through the crowd, tears falling despite your best efforts to keep them at bay.

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Astarion wasn’t one to panic easily but right now, his resting heart rate would register as a panic attack. When he returned to your little corner, you were gone. You were without weapons and your armor was in your room when he checked for you back at the Elfsong. He wandered the busy streets of Baldur’s Gate for well over an hour now. He made his way to the Lower City. This area was dangerous before the Absolute and Steel Watchers. It was a cornucopia for crime of all breeds to run amuck.

Astarion sat on a barrel at the front of an alleyway. He ran his hands through his hair and over his face. He was frustrated but beyond that he was scared. You weren’t by any means fragile, but Astarion is the one who brought you out for the night, he felt a sense of responsibility for you and your safety in an unknown place. And now you were missing his worst fear. Astarion continued to wander the city deep into the night. He wandered in and out of taverns and shops trying to spot you. He made his way into Sharess’ Caress, following the twists and turns of the building. He used to hunt here… not for blood but for souls to bring Cazador. Astarion pushed the thought out of his head, refocusing his eyes and scanning the room. He saw a door cracked open in a dark hallway, a bit of light coating the opposite wall. Might as well check, he thought. Inside he found you curled up on a bed. Two similar looking drows sitting near you. The male drow draped a blanket over you; while the female drow gazed upon your face and gently traced your features. Astarion walked in slowly, the drows looking at him.

“So you’re him?” the woman said, a look of disgust gracing her devine features.

“Pardon?” Astarion said, confused.

“The one they cry for.” spoke the male drow.

“How did they get here?” Astarion asked, worried about the answer.

“They walked in, looked lost. We offered them our services but instead they broke down in tears. We thought it best to keep them some place safe lest someone try to take advantage. Baldur’s Gate is not as safe as it once was.” the woman answered.

The conversation was interrupted by you stirring in bed, eyes immediately meeting Astarion’s when they opened. You sat up quietly, the drows quickly excused themselves sensing the tension in the room.

Astarion sat next to you on the bed, “Why did you leave?” he asked, sounding slightly angrier than he meant to.

“I didn’t want to impede your evening.” you said sincerely, and yet a tinge of jealousy was there.

“What are you talking about?” Astarion asked with a huff.

“The drow at the tavern… you two looked… comfortable. I figured I would leave you to it and find my way back to Elfsong. Got a little lost but the twins were very kind to me.” you played with the edges of your sleeves, mumbling your response trying not to sound as pathetic as you felt.

Astarion’s face relaxed with realization, “Darling… I knew that drow from when I was under his power. She would give me peace for a few hours in her room, leaving me to my books and whatever else I wanted to do away from Cazador. She was a good friend to me.”

You felt foolish. He’s not yours. It’s all you could hear. You held your hands over your ears trying to make it all stop. Century after century you felt so numb, and maybe you preferred it that way. This all felt… too much.

You pulled Astarion to you, kissing him. This felt nice, you wanted this but you had to turn your brain off for what you had to do next. You wanted him to want you, so you took the only route you knew. You started trailing kisses down his jaw, his neck, over his chest. While you pulled your shirt off Astarion looked at your face. Your eyes were vacant, like a shark. Your movements looked practiced and forced. You reached a hand to the laces of Astartions pants, his hand grabbing your wrist. You looked up at him with a blank face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Can’t” was all he said, standing up and pacing the bedroom a bit. He laughed lightly before looking at you, “I could… but I won't.”

You hugged your shirt to your chest, eyes looking down feeling incredibly exposed. “Why not?”

Astarion kneeled in front of you so he could look into your eyes, his heart cracked seeing tears in them. “Because I know that look. I know you don’t truly want to have sex.”

You closed your eyes, tears flowing over silently. You held your shirt tighter, “I’m sorry.” you whispered.

Astarion’s face was covered with confusion. “Little love, what ever could you be sorry for?”

“That I can’t please you… like that… the way you want.” you shifted to quickly slide your shirt back on.

Astartion breathed out a sigh, he gingerly took your hand, kissing the knuckles. “Darling we could never touch again and I’d still adore you.” he smoothed his thumbs over your knuckles before looking into your eyes. He saw doubt, caution even.

“You are not in the hells, you never have to reduce yourself like this again. You do what you want with your body when you want to. Sex should be mutually pleasurable, and consensual the entire time. Not something you do because you think you should…. Whatever you’re comfortable with is where I will meet you.” Astarion kissed the tear on your cheek.

You instinctively smiled at his kind gesture, knowing no expectations were held behind it. “I’m sorry I left… I want you, Astarion.” you said looking into his eyes, “I want you and it terrifies me. I just had to get away. I know you’re not mine but seeing you with… another. It planted this bitter seed inside me.” An understanding smile fell upon his face, his eyes big and doe like.

“If it’s any consolation… I want you too.” it was your turn to look shocked, you placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Feeling out how the sensation made you feel, truly feel.

“Was that ok?” he asked, caressing your wrist.

You nodded, blushing, “I quite like that.”

Astarion wrapped you in a feather light hug, waiting for you to return it which you instantly did. You two breathed each other in for a moment before Astarion leaned back.

“We should get back to the tavern.” he pecked your forehead.

You hummed in agreement, following him through the city. Fingers laced together.

“Can I stay with you?… I sleep better with you near.” you asked quietly when Astarion walked you to your room.

Astarion smiled, “I’d have it no other way my sweet.”

Hello! I hope this is a good part 2! My first ever request, ahhhhh I feel so special. Thank you all for supporting my writing, it brings me great joy and comfort. Thanks for all the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests! Ilysm, till next time darlings <3 xoxoxo!!

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haechaninmyheart · 2 years

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make it fit

the image does not belong to me. credits to the original owner.

summary - your best friend, haechan tries to convince you that he in fact does have a big dick but you won’t believe him, so he decides to show you instead.

pairing - best friend!haechan x f!reader.

genre - smut, non-idol!au.

word count - 3.5k.

warnings - oral (receiving and giving), mentions of overstimulation, throat fucking, protected sex (does not mention but the reader is on the pill), implied edging, some slapping, choking, begging, looking at your best friend’s huge dick, there’s probably more…

author’s note - hi, it’s been a few weeks but it feels so much longer. i hope you’re doing well. before i logged off my strawberriessuh account i had received an ask to repost this fic; so here you go! it’s our lovely sunshine’s birthday today so it felt right (re-)posting this. enjoy re-reading and please take care. 💖

18+ content ahead, so minors don’t interact!!!

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“You have a big dick? Yeah, right.” You scoff, your fingers tapping furiously at your laptop keyboard as you try to defeat the opposing team. You frankly had no idea how the topic of Haechan’s dick had come into conversation in the middle of a League of Legends game but in all honesty you did not believe him in the slightest bit when he told you he happened to have a large package.

“Well, I do, alright?” He argues back in a rather playful tone as his fingers skilfully move across the keyboard of his computer, controlling his character within the game.

“Who said?” You retaliate with a smirk on your face. The victory screen occupies both screens as you look over at him.

“All the girls I’ve fucked.” He moves the headset off his head and turns to you.

“Well, I’m not one of the ‘girls you’ve fucked’, so I don’t believe it.” You comment, clearly not convinced, your arms over your chest to prove your point and Haechan stands up from his desk, moving towards his bed where you were laying.

“Guess I’ll have to show you then.” He grins, lowering the laptop screen and removing the device off your lap, setting it beside you. He leans closer to you, until your nose is brushing against his and you swear, the look in his eyes, he could’ve taken you right there.

“Stop being so crazy.” You blurt out before he could tease you and push him away, creating space between the two of you.

Haechan chuckles, rising from his bed. “Just because you know you won’t be able to handle it.”

“What-I, no-” You stutter over your words watching the boy leave the room, mentioning something about getting drinks for the both of you and as he walks out, you catch yourself staring at his crotch.

He couldn’t be that big, could he?

Haechan returns with two cans of a fizzy peach drink, it’s your favourite but somehow today when he tosses you the can, you don’t open it immediately instead staring at the boy’s sweatpants. They’re grey. A nice shade of grey and you swear he’s somehow planned this out, telling you about his huge dick whilst wearing grey sweatpants. Just a Haechan thing.

“You’re...you’re really not as big as you are boasting, are you?” You ask, your finger tracing the rim of the cool can in your hand and trying to wander your eyes anywhere but his groin area.

“No,” He replies, taking a large gulp of the refreshing drink before settling it on his desk along with the rest of the empty cans of Red Bull. Saying that he loved that drink was a bit of an understatement, the boy was addicted. “why? Do you want to see it?”

You choke on your own saliva when he asks you, so straight forward and he chuckles. “Are you planning on just whipping out your penis like a sword or some shit?” You try to bring humour into the conversation, in the attempts to conceal your flustered state.

“No, I plan on getting something too.” The can is back in his hands as he casually takes another gulp and you’re left wondering what that something is.

“A blowjob?” You question, eyebrows knitted together and Haechan nearly chokes on his drink, some of it even coming out through his nose as he tries to cough some up too. You watch him place the can back where it was on the desk as he leans over it and hides his face in his hands, a part of him is beginning to laugh at himself as he tries to contain the coughing (bruh I promise he doesn’t have COVID he just can’t drink in this fic).

“What? No, no.”

“Then?”

“Perhaps,” He’s finally managed to control the violent coughing and laughing at his misfortune, more like your suddenness but hey ho, Haechan had done the same to you many times so he empathised with you. “flash your tits, I don’t know?” He shrugs, noticing the shock on your face as he tries to take back his own words.

“That’s doable.” You comment, sitting up in his bed as you prepare yourself for his supposedly large dick and Haechan just grins at the thought of you flashing your own tits in front of him. “But if it’s the size of a pickle, you don’t get any boobs, alright?”

“Okay, okay.” He tugs his shirt up, one of his hands going into his grey joggers and suddenly you stop him.

“Wait.” You scoot closer to the edge of the bed, on your knees and your eyes are focused on his hand in his sweatpants.

“Wanting a front row seat, I see?” He comments, rubbing the tip of his cock inside his sweats and you just watch him, mind blank. “Are you ready?” He asks and you reply with the most neediness, pathetic whine. “M’kay, princess.”

Haechan teasing tugs his cock out, the soft pink tip coming in view before the rest of his thick length, very thick length and god was he long. If you were to take him in your mouth you’d probably get half way comfortably, but the rest? That would be challenging.

“You believe me now?”

You nod, still processing his large package as he was boasting about earlier and all you can think about is how much you want him inside you, your mouth, your pussy- god, you didn’t care. You just wanted him deep inside you.

As Haechan is about to tuck his dick back in his Calvin Klein boxers, the branded underwear company’s name is visible on the band of his pants and he’s about to ask you to complete your end of the deal when you practically throw your arms out in the air, in an almost panicked state.

“Wait, w-wait, wait, can I... Can, can I suck you off?” You try to match his straight forwardness, it always seemed to work and by the taken aback look on his face, it worked this time too. “God, fuck you ae so big. I don’t even know if I can fit you in my mouth. You really weren’t lying when you said you were big and-and how, just how did- how can you fit it inside a girl? Like how?!”

You don’t even realise you’re talking your thoughts aloud until Haechan interrupts you.

“No, I’ll make it fit.”

---

Haechan’s in your throat. Well, his dick is. The tip of it hitting the back of your throat as you lay on his bed. You hollow your cheeks, taking more of his length and you can feel the thing bulge in your throat.

“Oh, baby.” Haechan coos at the sight of his cock in your throat, it’s so fucking hot. He tries his best to resist the desire to pull out and slam the whole thing back in again, mainly because he can see you struggle with the urge to gag around him but you’ve never been so determined to accomplish something like this before.

You bring up your hands, holding onto Haechan’s hips, pulling your mouth off for a moment for a gasp of air before pushing your head off the bed and slamming his whole cock inside you.

Haechan nearly topples over you on the bed as you swallow around his length, making the boy let out the most arousing sounds that make their way straight to your pussy. You rub your bare thighs together for some friction, any friction and Haechan grips onto your naked waist, whimpering at the way you’ve managed to shove the whole thing in your mouth (and throat too)!

The tip of your nose is buried in his balls and you couldn’t feel more accomplished having taken your best friend’s large cock in your mouth. You smile, trying to do whatever tongue movements one could do with a very big penis in their mouth before Haechan’s grip tightens on your waist.

“I-I’m close-” He whimpers, it’s the first time you’ve seen him whimper like that. Usually he’s very loud and teases you right back but today, you’ve got the boy crumbling at your touch. Proudly, you push his hips further in your face, taking more of his length if that was possible and guiding him through gentle thrusts as you move your own head as you sucked him.

A string of more high pitched moans leave his lips and you can feel just how wet you’re getting at the sexual noises he’s making. You focus on finishing off, sucking as if your life depended on it before you even think about touching yourself.

When Haechan’s close, his legs begin to tremble ever so slightly and you can tell he’s adamant to hold off his orgasm because he doesn’t want to release into your mouth but you feel differently. You want to swallow it, every single drop and you don’t care if it’s too much. Like the saying, the more, the merrier and yes that applied to this situation as well.

“Y/n, I’m- I’m close, so close, please.” He begs and now that’s a first. “Oh fuck. ‘M cumming, ‘m cumming, cumming-”

You quickly speed up your movements, practically hugging his hips as you bobbed your head, your cheeks begin to hurt from all the sucking and your throat in some pain too from the pressure. ‘Cum’ you hum around his dick and that alone is enough to push him over the edge, shooting ropes of white inside your throat. You don’t move your arms until you’ve swallowed every drop, your throat clamped around his penis which only made him dig the tips of fingers into the skin of your waist, trying to ground himself and when you finally, finally let the poor boy go, gasping for air, there’s a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock.

Haechan lets out a loud sigh, your own chest heaving as you try to calm down and you offer him a tired smile. You’re still upside down with your head hanging off his bed, his cock still standing boastfully in front of your face and you just want to take it back into your mouth, despite how tired your jaw felt.

His submissive side makes a swift disappearance as his hands move up to your legs. “Let’s see what we have…” You feel Haechan’s grip on your thighs, prying them apart to reveal just how wet you were and you feel your face getting hotter. “...here. Oh, look at you baby.”

Haechan admires the wetness leaking out of your hole, glistening around your inner thighs and you try to close your legs, embarrassed but the strong grip Haechan has on your legs prevents you from doing so. “Shy?” He looks down at you, his cock centimetres away from your lips and you give him a timid smile.

When Haechan moves one of hands, sliding two fingers inside you with ease, curls his digits, making you gasp. Your hands immediately grasping onto his thighs, eyes closing in bliss as you moan out at the delicious feeling. His middle and ring finger just brushes close to that sweet spot inside you, his other hand joining in to bring you pleasure. His other digits rubbing circles over your hood and you’re struggling to keep your legs apart now that both of Haechan’s hands are preoccupied, not holding your thighs down.

When your best friend pushes his fingers deeper, curling them in the effort to find your g-spot, you gasp, thrusting your hips up and Haechan smirks. “Found the jackpot, baby.” Haechan begins to set a pace to his hand movements, his hand skilfully thrusting inside you and curling.

You are struggling, shaking under him as Haechan leaning over you and your arms collapse beside you, unsure of what to hold onto aside from the bedsheet due to the position you are in. You clench around his fingers, a signal to him that he’s doing a good job and he comments. “Are you close, baby?”

You let out a pathetic whine, furrowing your brows as his cock brushes over your lips and the urge to have it inside your mouth settles itself within you. “Cock, I want your cock.” You cry out and push your hips up once again almost as if you were guiding his fingers to the sensitive spot inside you.

Haechan moves back just a little to look at your face and so does his dick. “Where, baby? Where does my baby want it?” His hand leaves your clit hood but the palm of his other hand works its magic, rubbing against your sensitive bud.

Without any words, you push yourself up to engulf his length once again and Haechan groans, his tip still sensitive from the previous climax. His hand movements stuttering for a bit but soon he’s back at it, setting his pace a little faster as his fingers fucked your pussy and his cock fucking your mouth, a hand planted on the bed whilst he delivered thrusts, admiring your determination or neediness.

Within minutes he’s brought you to a climax, pulling his dick out before he could release another load down your throat and your thighs are still trembling around his hand which you seem to not want to let go, your grip almost vice-like. However, when you finally do, your whole body convulsing as your legs cave in, Haechan moves back to admire how fucked out you look. There’s cum on your face, his cum and your pussy is glistening with arousal. Your jaw is even more sore and you’re still in the same position but Haechan is quick to change that.

He manhandles you into a different position, grabbing your wrists and pulling you so your head rests on his pillow comfortably. He is able to move you with such simplicity, like you were his ragged doll and settles himself on the bed too. His hands wrapping around your ankles and pushing your legs up so he could admire your wetness from a new and closer perspective.

He’s done a good job preparing you, your juices spread around your cunt, inner thigh and some even leaking onto his bed. He is definitely going to have to change his bedsheets after this but for now, he wants to fuck you into one more and final orgasm. Reaching back, he grabs his shirt and tugs it off in one effortless movement. He looks good topless. No, scrap that he looks fucking sexy with no clothes on and you clench around nothing as he stares you down with an intimidating gaze. A faint smirk still playing on his lips as he bites them before taking in the two fingers he had fucked you with, sucking on them as if he were showcasing his oral skills.

With hooded eyes you watch him, hands under your knees, holding your legs up and apart. Once done licking your arousal off his finger, Haechan leans down to capture your lips in a rather passionate kiss. He can taste his release and you can taste yours.

How dirty.

During the kiss, Haechan’s moves his hands behind you to unclip your bra, it’s the only you’ve got on your body and since he’d shown you his dick (and let you suck it too), it would only be fair if he returned the favour. So, that’s what he does.

He gets rid of that bothersome piece of light clothing, tossing it to some corner of his room and dives in, placing kisses and sucking down the valley of your breasts. He moves down your stomach, continuing the kissing and sucking before he reaches your pussy.

The way you’ve held your legs, it’s inviting to him and just wants to get lost eating you out but he knows that you want him inside you. He did say he was going to ‘make it fit’, after all. So, he allows himself the chance to show you just how great he is with his own mouth, just enough to have you crying his name before getting on his knees.

“Listen here, baby…” He starts off, his lips and chin shiny from your slick as he holds onto the tip of his cock, positioning it right in front of your hole. “If you, try wrapping your legs around me, I will edge you two more times and you can toss the idea of a second orgasm out the window.”

You breathe out a yes, it’s a rather pitiful reply but that’s all you can come up with your eyes glued to his thick cock.

“Words, baby. You can speak or have I fucked your brain out?” he laughs as you struggle to form a reply, his threat to edge you twice making it rather hard to breathe. “M‘kay baby, here goes-” His words are cut off with a sharp inhale as he pushes it inside you and you tightly clutch around his penis. He’s big. Not that it wasn’t something you were only just discovering, you’d already settled that at first sight but his cock fills you right up and it makes you want to roll your eyes back in pleasure or possibly even a little pain.

Haechan was able to reach places inside you that no one boy had before, you’ve had your fair share of sexual experiences but this was something new and you don’t think any of your trusty sex toys could top this. The boy is good with his thrusts, hitting your g-spot with such precision and making your back arch as he holds your hips to stop you from moving. Haechan was experienced in bed, definitely more than you and you struggle to hold your legs up. Perhaps it was the position, or that fact you had already been brought to an orgasm but you felt close again.

You were convulsing around Haechan as he railed into you, his pace fast and brutal. The bed was hitting the wall, but that sound was drowned out by your whiny moans and Haechan grunts. His eyes focused on the way your chest moved, your voice quivering with every thrust and your neck, how would his hand look around it?

A seductive gasp erupts from your mouth, your eyes darting up at the boy who had decided that his hand looked lovely as a necklace. He’s got a dark look in his eyes, his grip tightening at the sides and he leans down to connect his lips with yours.

Your hands have given up, settling themselves down on the bed as you inched closer to your orgasm, your legs settled over Haechan’s thighs but not wrapped around his waist as he had warned. He gives you one last powerful thrust, making you yelp as your pussy maintains a vice like grip, creaming his cock.

You’re so lost in the overwhelming feeling of your second orgasm, you don’t realise you’ve begun to tear up but Haechan picks up on that, teasing you immediately. “Can’t believe you’re crying over my dick and you tell me to stop being crazy.” His tone is playful as he slowly pulls himself out of you.

“Shut up.” You retort, laughing a little at yourself. “I’ve just never orgasmed twice, alright?” You wipe your eyes with the back of your hands, flinching a little when Haechan delivers a light slap to your inner thigh, sending shockwaves to your core.

“Well, now you have and I told you I’d make it fit.” He proudly stands up, most likely going to retrieve a shirt but your eyes immediately go to his soft cock, watching it carefully as he walks around to his wardrobe. You still cannot believe how big he is, never mind the fact he was inside you less than five minutes ago and you watch him grab another shirt from his closet.

When he turns to you, pulling down his shirt, you raise your hands with open palms and he understands with you even uttering a word, tossing you a plain red shirt. “I better get that back, it’s my favourite. Anyways, you staying over tonight?”

You hum happily knowing that you were about to put on one of Haechan’s favourite shirts before sliding back on your underwear. “Just let me text...” You mumble reaching for the discarded jeans on the bedroom floor and fishing out your phone, though for a moment you are side-tracked by the abundance of messages from the group chat. The chat consisted of your close friends; Mark, Renjun, Jeno and Jaemin.

“Hey, Haechan.”

“Yeah, baby?” He replies, still not dropping the new nickname he’d assigned to you within the last hour or so, as he tugged on a pair of clean black boxers before looking up at you.

You scroll through the multiple messages of the boys panicking on the group chat and some even teasing. “Did you leave your mic on by any chance?”

“...fuck.”

“Well, Jaemin and the rest just heard us having the best fuck and suck of our lives so...”

originally posted on ‘jaesspresso’ but i no longer have access to that blog.

#haechan #haechan smut #nct dream smut #nct smut #nct u smut #nct 127 smut #nct hard hours #nct dream hard hours #nct 127 hard hours #nct smut scenarios #nct haechan smut

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Beyond the Stars

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader x Various HSR Men [a Genshin Impact x Honkai Star Rail crossover]

Summary: You were having a relaxing day at Yaoguang Shoal all alone, decompressing from the grueling week that is finals week at the Akademiya. Just when you thought you'll be able to relax and unwind, eight outlanders decided to ruin that all because they were searching for you.

Note: No tags for the Honkai Star Rail men since I don't have any space to put the tags anyway 🥲 To be really honest, I didn't think I would make a crossover between Genshin and HSR, but here I am! I know the HSR men are a tad bit out of character, but it's mainly because I'm not as familiar with them as I am with the Genshin men. So, hopefully, the more I play HSR, the more I'll get a perfect grasp of their personalities. Of course, not all of the HSR male characters are in it; only about eight of them are in this crossover fic. I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Bad portrayal of HSR men's personalities because I am not as familiar with the characters as I am with the Genshin men [hopefully it'll improve in the future]

Word Count: 8.5k

You’re sitting on a beach chair off the coast of Yaoguang Shoal, sitting under the shade while reading a book Al Haitham let you borrow. This is the first time you’re in Teyvat alone without your boyfriends accompanying you. You made sure to stay at least five feet from the Serenitea Pot in case anything happened. While reading the book Al Haitham has lent you, you hear someone approaching where you’re sitting.

“Gumdrops? Is that you?” An unfamiliar voice breaks the silence.

You look up from your book and at the small group of unfamiliar men approaching you. They all wear clothes and armor you have never seen before. You have explored many regions in Teyvat with your boyfriends. Yet, you never come across anyone wearing something like that. You blink and look around, searching to see if this strange man is talking to someone else. But alas, it’s just you and those men on the beach of Yaoguang Shoal. You close your book (technically, the book belongs to Al Haitham) and place it in front of you on the beach chair.

“I’m sorry, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else,” you say, adjusting your sun hat and pushing your sunglasses up on the bridge of your nose.

The black-haired man looks at you with shock. “Do you not remember us?” He whispers.

You press your lips into a thin line and shake your head. “I’ve never met any of you before. How could I remember someone I never met?” You ask, taking your sunglasses and sun hat off.

The silver-haired man runs his hands through his hair and lets out a sharp breath. “Yeah, it seems like they don’t remember us at all. This is a problem,” he mutters, propping his hands on his hips.

The temperature suddenly drops, making you shiver. The blond man in armor looks away and sighs, shaking his head while chewing on the inside of his cheek. You have never seen these men before, and quite frankly, they look like outlanders themselves. Handsome outlanders, but that doesn’t matter right now! What matters is they, supposedly, know who you are, and yet you have no recollection of who these men are.

The man with glasses exhales sharply through his nostrils, pushing his glasses up. “This is worse than we thought. We traveled through many universes to search for them, only to find them, and they have no recollection of who we are.”

Huh. So you’re correct. They’re not from Teyvat. They’re outlanders like Lumine, Aether, and yourself.

The blond man walks toward you, stopping in front of your beach bench. He stares at you with his icy-blue eyes. Even though it’s nice and warm at Yaoguang Shoal, the look he’s giving you sends chills down your spine, making goosebumps appear on your body and the hairs on your arm stand up.

“Are you messing with us? You’re joking, right?” The armored blond man demands, crossing his arms over his chest.

Dear Archons, this man looks like he’s getting ready to go into battle. He’s wearing an armored suit. It makes him almost as intimidating as the man with long dark hair and red eyes. With the way he’s looking at you, you’re surprised you’re still alive. If looks can kill…. The man with long blond hair looks at the man with red eyes and nudges him.

“You’re going to scare them off if you continue to look at them like that,” he whispers.

The man with long, dark hair and red eyes huffs and looks away. You look at the armored blond man before you and give him a wary smile while he continues to stare you down, waiting for you to reply to his question.

You clear your throat and scratch the back of your neck. “I’m not joking. If I knew who all of you were, I wouldn’t be acting like how I am right now, would I?”

“They have a point.” The man with long silver hair says, brushing his fringe away from his eyes.

The man with long, dark hair lets out another huff of breath like a petulant child. You tilt your head to the side and give the other men a questioning look. They all shrug their shoulders in response while the man continues not to make eye contact with you. Which, you’re kind of glad because the way he was looking at you was giving you the heebie-jeebies.

“Do you have something to say, sir?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at the moody dark-haired man.

His red eyes land on you, making you visibly flinch when the two of you make eye contact. He narrows his eyes at you and slowly makes his way in your direction. The way he is walking to you reminds you of a predator stalking toward its prey, ready to strike at any moment. You would run, but judging by his and the other’s appearance, they’re most likely faster than you are. You can’t outrun them even if the Serenitea pot is close by.

“You running away is the most careless thing you could do, [Y/N]. We finally found you after searching for you, and here you are, relaxing on the beach in another universe, pretending you don’t know us?!” The long dark-haired man demands.

You do a double take and look at him with wide eyes, dumbstruck. “How do you know my name when I don’t know any of you!?” You demand, getting up from the bench and backing away from them.

The brown-haired man sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Great, you scared them, Blade.”

The man with short silver hair puts his hands in front of him as if he’s trying to console you. “Please don’t freak out! We’re not here to hurt you. We promise! We’ve been searching for you for so long, ever since you fled the Astral Express after your argument with Blade,” said the silver-haired man.

You shake your head, taking another step back. “I don’t know who you people are, nor do I know what the Astral Express is. Please, leave me alone,” you plead.

Before any man could say anything, an arrow flew past the armored blond man’s head. Everyone looks in the direction where the arrow had come from, only to see twenty-five men approaching where you’re standing. A massive wave of relief washes over you. Childe glares at the eight men before you, drawing another arrow.

“I would back away if I were you. Unless you want to be a target practice of mine,” Childe says nonchalantly.

Zhongli runs over to where you stand and wraps his arms around you, standing between you and the strange men. “Are you alright, dearest? You’re not hurt, are you?” Zhongli asks, cupping your face in his hands while examining you from head to toe for any injury.

You shake your head. “I’m okay, Zhongli. I’m just glad you’re all here,” you breathed, wrapping your arms around Zhongli’s waist.

Zhongli wraps his arms around your shoulder and walks you over to where the other twenty-four men are standing. Every man has their weapons drawn out. Once you and Zhongli are with the others, Pantalone and Baizhu stand in front of you, glaring at the eight outlanders.

“We’re not going to harm them. Relax. We’re only here to take them back to the Astral Express with us.” says the black-haired man.

“Take them back? They have never been to the Astral Express before.” Xiao glowers, tightening his grip on his polearm.

Pierro chuckles darkly and shakes his head. “What makes you think we’ll let you take [Y/N] back to the Astral Express? Like the Yaksha said, they’ve never been to the Astral Express, and last time I checked, they’re not from your world.”

The tension between the men continues to rise, causing you to shrink in Zhongli’s arms. Sure, you may have the “power” to stop this… tension between the men, but you don’t think the eight outlanders would go down without a fight. The blond in armor looks fired up; his weapon is drawn out. Speaking of his weapon, that is the strangest weapon you’ve ever seen.

You point at the man. “His weapon looks like a cello case,” you whisper to Zhongli, looking up at the former Geo Archon.

Zhongli cracks a smile and pulls you to his chest, kissing the top of your head. “Indeed, it does.”

Baizhu clears his throat and gives the eight strange men a smile. “How about we talk about this back at the abode? I have a feeling a fight isn’t going to settle this down until one of us gets to keep [Y/N],” Baizhu says, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

You roll your eyes and tilt your head back against Zhongli’s chest. “Can we not treat me like I’m an object? If any of you view me as an object or anything that isn’t human, I will not hesitate to whack any of you,” you threaten.

“Yeah! Why not have a conversation about this? Quite frankly, I’m tired of needless battles,” Venti sighs dramatically, draping his arms around your shoulders and smacking Zhongli away from you.

Zhongli rolls his eyes and unwraps his arms around you, standing beside you, while the Anemo Archon keeps his arms around your shoulders. The eight men look at each other before huddling in a circle, whispering to one another. You and your twenty-five boyfriends look at each other from the corner of your eyes, unsure of what to say.

The man with long, silver hair looks at your group and nods. “We accept your offer. And I agree with the short one standing beside [Y/N]. There’s no need for needless battles over [Y/N]... even though they belong to us, but let’s have a civil conversation about this,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.

You sneer and look away, steam practically coming out from your ears. “Don’t act like I can’t hear any of you! Maybe this is one of the reasons why the other me ran away from all of you and the Astral Express.” You grumble, grabbing onto the nearest person and dragging them to the Serenitea pot. You and Thoma disappear into the Serenitea pot, making the eight men visibly do a double-take.

“Before entering the Serenitea pot, please make sure not to touch things you don’t know of unless you want to lose a finger,” Aether says nonchalantly, walking toward the floating teapot.

Diluc interjects, “And please do not lay a hand on [Y/N] or get close within five feet of them. It’s not like we don’t want you to— well, it is, but [Y/N]’s not comfortable with strangers getting near them.” Diluc crosses his arms over his chest.

The indigo-haired man makes a face and crosses his arms over his chest. “We’re not strangers to them! They know us!” He huffs, glaring at the redhead tycoon.

Dainsleif rolls his eyes and walks to the Serenitea pot. “Let’s go to the Serenitea pot and continue the conversation there. Time is being wasted,” Dainsleif states.

Everyone soon enters the Serenitea pot, keeping their distance from each other. The eight men are between the twenty-four men. Twelve men are standing in front of the eight outlanders, and the other twelve men are standing behind them. Standing at the entrance of the estate is you and Thoma, distracted by the conversation and not noticing the group walking up to where you and Thoma are standing.

“If they’re hungry, I can make something for them to eat! But, uh, to be honest, I think they’re more focused on bringing you back to this ‘Astral Express’ than their hunger,” Thoma shrugs his shoulders while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well, whatever it is, I still don’t know who they are. There’s no sense of familiarity when I see them.” You sigh.

“Which is why we need to have a chat with them about their relationship with you. Well, that’s if there are any connections and relationships between you and the visitors,” Al Haitham says, crossing his arms over his chest.

You and the rest of the men enter the estate. You can’t help but feel very tense now that there are eight strangers in the abode. They can roam aimlessly around the estate and perhaps destroy things in their paths. Seeing them analyze their surroundings makes you feel nervous. They’re strangers to you, and yet you worry about what their thoughts are on the abode and the interior design of the estate.

“Now that we’re in the abode, let’s start introducing ourselves, shall we?” Kaveh says, turning to look at the visitors with an expectant look on his face.

You purse your lips. “This is going to take a while,” you mutter.

You quickly excused yourself and walked to the kitchen to grab drinks for the guests. Even though you’re a little bit anxious to be around the guests, you don’t want to be seen as rude and not get them any drink while they’re visiting the abode. You begin filling the glass cup with cold water from the pitcher you pulled out from the refrigerator, placing the cups on the tray, and mentally preparing yourself to return to where the others are.

Dear Archons, you’re going to be in one room with thirty-three men! Thirty-three! That is more than what a classroom has! Heck, you think that’s more than the number of students in your lab class at the Akademiya. You put the pitcher back in the refrigerator, grab the tray of water and take a deep breath.

“I can do this.” You whisper, gnawing on your lower lip before walking back to the living area where the other men are.

“Okay! So, now that we have introduced ourselves to each other, please state your business.” Heizou says, giving them a polite yet fake smile.

Cyno holds his hand up, stopping the others before they can speak. “They may have introduced themselves to us, but they haven’t introduced themselves to [Y/N],” Cyno says, propping his hands on his hips.

You stop in your tracks and look at the men like a startled desert fox— eyes wide and frozen to the spot where you’re standing. The men turn toward your direction, their eyes locking in on your frozen form. You give them an awkward smile and clear your throat before continuing to make your way further into the living area.

Albedo smiles and crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh? It looks like [Y/N] brought drinks for our guests. How nice of you,” Albedo says, nodding his head.

You give Albedo a fake smile and put the tray on the coffee table. “I can’t help but feel like I’m forgetting something.” You muttered, furrowing your eyebrows while trying to remember what it was.

“Why don’t the eight of you introduce yourselves to [Y/N]? You may know who they are, but they don’t know any of your names.” Kazuha says.

Each man starts to introduce themselves to you. Some smiled at you, while others did not. The tension is so thick you want to hole yourself in your bedroom. Your sweet, sweet bedroom. Your bedroom is your sanctuary, and not being able to be in your room makes you feel almost naked.

“Now that we got the introductions out of the way, let’s continue where we left off,” Tighnari says, gesturing for the eight guests to have a seat.

Dottore crosses his arms over his chest and stares at the eight visitors behind his mask. “Please explain to us how you all know [Y/N]. They have never traveled anywhere outside of Teyvat on their own, nor are they from your world.”

Gepard, the blond man in armor, raises his eyebrows at Dottore. “We know they’re not from our world. They’re not from your world either, so I don’t understand why you’re acting like they belong to your world too.”

“If you know that [Y/N] isn’t from your world, why are you all so adamant about bringing them back to the Astral Express?” Scaramouche demands, taking a step forward.

Blade, the man with long, dark hair, narrows his eyes at Scaramouche. “If you know they’re not from your world, then why are you all so adamant about keeping them in your world?” Blade hisses.

You can almost hear Capitano roll his eyes under his helmet. “Just answer the question.”

Luocha, the man with long, blond hair, explains to everyone why they wanted to bring you back to the Astral Express. Apparently, a while back, you somehow mysteriously ended up on the Astral Express with no recollection of your memories. You spent months at the Astral Express with them, exploring the universe with them and other people they passively mention.

Before your disappearance, you and Blade have gotten into an argument that led to you storming out of the Astral Express, telling them not to follow you. That was the last time they heard from you, and it has been months since your sudden disappearance. The eight men have tried searching the universe for you, only to come to a dead end.

After Luocha’s explanation, you and the men sit there in silence. The supposed argument happened a few months ago, but you have never left Teyvat. It was impossible for you to physically leave Teyvat because there aren’t any spaceships or portals that allow you to teleport from planet to planet.

“It’s not that we don’t believe you all, but it’s hard to believe because [Y/N] has never traveled outside of Teyvat. Even if they wanted to, there’s no way for them to do it because there aren’t any portals or waypoints that let them do that.” Ayato says.

You nod. “Plus, I’ve been in Teyvat for, I believe, a year now. I have not stepped foot outside of Teyvat, ever. Before I arrived at their,” you gestured to your twenty-five boyfriends, “universe, I was in my universe. It’s unlikely that I was in your universe. Plus, as I’ve said previously, I don’t know who you guys are. Even when all of you have introduced yourselves to me, none of your names clicked in my head.” You sigh, shrugging your shoulders.

Itto wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face into your neck. “My onikabuto booboo bear would never travel to another universe without telling us! Let alone a universe where there are monsters roaming around,” Itto huffs, planting a big kiss on the side of your head.

Gorou laughs nervously and clears his throat. “There are monsters roaming around Teyvat too, Itto,” Gorou whispers to the Oni.

Sampo snickers and leans in his seat with his legs crossed. “Onikabuto booboo bear? That’s the most ridiculous nickname I’ve ever heard. It’s nowhere as cute as gumdrop,” Sampo comments, flicking his fringe from his face.

Kaeya looks at the eight men with interest. “Gumdrop, you say? What are your relations with our precious [Y/N]? Giving them an endearing nickname is something friends don’t do, from what I’m assuming,” Kaeya says, sipping on his cup of wine.

When did he get that wine, and how did you not see him wander off to pour himself a glass of wine? Hearing Kaeya’s comment made Pantalone want to burst out laughing. How does one have relations with a person without ever meeting them? Pantalone crosses his arms over his chest and looks over at you, who’s busy being smothered by Itto’s affections.

“Yes, what are your relations with [Y/N]? We’re curious,” Pantalone says, the corners of his lips twitching.

Dan Heng stares at Pantalone, his eyes flickering over in your direction. Dan Heng clenches and unclenches his jaws. “They’re my significant other. Need me to say more?” Dan Heng asks, raising an eyebrow at the men.

Caelus looks at Dan Heng in disbelief. “Your significant other? The last time I checked, all of us collectively agreed to share them,” Caelus says, leaning in his seat.

“Significant other? All of you are dating our significant other?!” Aether exclaims, looking at the eight outlanders with wide eyes.

You stare at them blankly and slowly remove Itto’s arms from around you. You pursed your lips and debated whether you should make a run for it or not. Then again, even if you were to make a run for it, you don’t want it to be a “repeat” of what happened in the other eight men’s universe. That would be awkward and make things even worse than it already is.

Pierro sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose while Pantalone gives the visitors a fake smile.

“This is taking an interesting turn,” Pierro mutters.

Pantalone hums in agreement. “Indeed it is, Pierro.”

Childe runs up to you, looking at you with an over-exaggerated pout. “Snookums! Please tell me it’s not true that you have other lovers from another universe!” Childe pleads, cupping your face in his hands.

Before you can respond, Childe pulls you to his chest, pressing your face up against his chest while swaying you side to side. You grumble and continue to let Childe suffocate you against his chest while mumbling and pleading for you to disprove the eight Outlanders’ claims. You push Childe off you and lightly whack him in the chest with a huff of breath. Childe pouts and sniffles dramatically before grabbing your hand.

Dainsleif looks at the eight men before him and narrows his eyes. “How can they be your significant other when they never met any of you?” Dainsleif demands.

A realization suddenly hits you like a sumpter beast. You gasp and smack your forehead, startling everyone in the room. Oh, fuck. You look at Al Haitham and make a face while he stares at you quizzically.

“What’s wrong?” Al Haitham asks, approaching where you stand.

You make a face again and press your forehead against Al Haitham’s chest when he stands in front of you. “I left your book back at Yaoguang Shoal,” you reply, looking up at Al Haitham with despair. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back to Yaoguang Shoal and look for Al Haitham’s book that I borrowed.”

You walk over to the door and begin putting your shoes on to return to Yaoguang Shoal before anyone can stop you. When you return to the area where you were sitting at the shoreline, you didn’t find the beach chair or Al Haitham’s book. It was nowhere in sight. Damn, do you have to search along the shorelines to find it? You’re sure you’re in the right spot because you see the mark left by the beach chair, but the chair isn’t there, nor is Al Haitham’s book.

“Huh. That’s strange. I thought it was here,” you said, propping your hands on your hip. “Al Haitham is going to kill me.” You run your fingers through your hair with a shaky breath.

“That’s because someone brought it back to the abode already,” Diluc comments, startling you.

You turn to see Diluc, Kaveh, Xiao, and Albedo walk toward you. You press your hand against your chest and let out a deep sigh. Archons, did they follow you out to Yaoguang Shoal the entire time? Wait, why are you asking the obvious? You smack your forehead again and close your eyes.

Xiao grabs your hand and looks at you worriedly, rubbing your stinging forehead with his gloved thumb. “Don’t hurt yourself. This is the second time you’ve done it today,” Xiao mutters, giving you a disapproving look.

Kaveh huffs loudly, scanning the surroundings of Yaoguang Shoal with his arms crossed over his chest. Today would’ve been a nice day if those eight outlanders didn’t show up to ruin everything. You were supposed to have a nice day for yourself at the beach to decompress from finals week, but that had to be ruined by the eight outlanders who claimed to be your boyfriends in their universe. The audacity for them to step on Teyvat and want to take you to the Astral Express or whatever the heck it is.

“What’s on your mind, Kaveh?” You murmur.

Kaveh looks at you and clears his throat, waddling over to you with a pout. Kaveh wraps his arms around your shoulders and closes his eyes, resting his chin on your shoulders. “I don’t like how they claim you’re their significant other. You’re ours. You’ve always been ours, and you were never theirs.” Kaveh grouses, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Do you want to continue to hang out at the beach a little longer, or do you want to return to the adobe?” Albedo asks, digging his feet into the warm sand.

“Let’s return to the abode. As much as I would love to stay on the beach, it’s best we return before everyone starts searching for us,” you say.

The day comes to an end way quicker than you think it would. When you, Xiao, Diluc, Kaveh, and Albedo returned to the abode, everyone was sitting at the dining table with food sitting in the center for everyone to help themself with.

“Oh, I didn’t know we were having guests for dinner,” you say, taking your shoes off at the entrance.

“Oh? Did you not want us to stay?” Blade asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

Your eyes widen, and you shake your head. “No, no, it’s just that I didn’t know you guys were going to stay for this long. I assumed you all would leave after I went to Yaoguang Shoal.”

“Speaking of Yaoguang Shoal, did you find the book?” Heizou asks, turning around in his seat to look in your direction.

You press your lips into a thin line and shake your head. “No, it’s not there. Diluc told me someone brought the book and beach chair back to the abode,” you sigh, collapsing on the nearest chair. You look at Al Haitham and wave to get his attention. “Whoever brought the book back, did they at least return it to you?”

Tighnari points at the shelf behind you before waving you over. “The book is over on the shelf. Now, sit down and get something to eat. It’s been a long day today, and I bet you’re hungry,” says Tighnari.

You stretch in your seat before getting up, raising your index finger. “I will, but let me take a shower really quickly because, you know, I was at Yaoguang Shoal today, and I smell like the ocean,” you said.

You run upstairs and to your bedroom to take a quick shower. As much as you would love to take a long shower like usual, since there are guests who claim to be your boyfriends, you don’t think it’s a good idea to be gone for long with your twenty-five boyfriends and eight guests in one room.

While you’re in the shower, the dining area is consumed by silence. The sounds of cutlery clinking against the plates fill the silence. No one was talking to each other. They only eat and look at every person sitting at the dining table, waiting for you to return from your shower.

“Do you think [Y/N] is going to go with them?” Venti mutters to Baizhu, reaching for his cup of wine and sipping from it without taking his eyes off the other men’s faces.

Baizhu chuckles and shakes his head. “They won’t leave with them. [Y/N] doesn’t know the eight of the Outlanders. It’s very unlikely they’ll board the Astral Express,” Baizhu replies.

Thoma scoots his seat closer to Venti and Baizhu before leaning toward Baizhu and Venti, his eyes focusing on the plate in front of him. “Even if [Y/N] doesn’t go with them, do you think they will leave Teyvat without [Y/N]? That’s their only ‘mission’ on Teyvat, and that is to return to the Astral Express with [Y/N].”

“What are you three whispering over there?” Jing Yuan asks, breaking the silence in the dining room.

Thoma, Venti, and Baizhu freeze in their seats before looking at the long, silver-haired man sitting across from them. The four exchange looks with one another for a moment before Jing Yuan breaks eye contact.

“I have a question,” Cyno speaks up, propping his arms on the table, “after today, will the eight of you return to the Astral Express without [Y/N]?”

The corner of Luocha’s lips quirks up, forming an amused smirk. “What makes you think we’ll return without them? If we have to stay on Teyvat a little longer, we will do that. We won’t return to the Astral Express until [Y/N] agrees to go with us,” Luocha replies, leaning back in his seat with his arms over his chest.

Kaeya chuckles, tapping his index finger against his cheek. “How bold of you to assume we would allow you to step out of the estate with [Y/N],” Kaeya mutters, the smile slipping off his face.

Scaramouche rolls his eyes and leans forward on the table, making sure to lock eyes with the eight Outlanders. “If you need a reminder, there are twenty-five of us and eight of you. You’re outnumbered. The chances of you being successful are low. Therefore, I wouldn’t do anything stupid if I were you.”

Gepard glares at Scaramouche and clenches his jaws. Gepard opens his mouth to retort, but your footsteps coming down the stairs silences him. You enter the dining room wearing your pajamas, a rabbit headband, your face dewy and glowing from your moisturizer, and undereye patches.

You hold up a bottle of foaming cleanser. “Who does this belong to? Someone left this in my bathroom,” you said, looking at the men at the dining table.

Itto raises his hand. “Oh! That’s mine, but you can keep it in there because I want to do skin care with you,” Itto says, getting up from his seat and walking toward you.

You look at Itto with surprise. “Oh! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I’m about to be finished with my skincare routine,” you sigh in defeat, letting your hand fall at your side.

“I forgot,” Itto laughs sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, “but hey! We can start the night routine tomorrow!”

You nod and begin to walk back up the stairs, but Itto grabs you by your biceps and turns you around. You look at Itto with a questioning gaze before he presses his lips against your forehead and steps back with a big smile. You smile and peck his cheek before walking back to your room. Itto and the other men in the room watch you leave. Itto turns to the others with a smug smirk on his face before returning to his seat with a pep in his walk.

“Oh, would you look at that! Isn’t it sweet how Itto and [Y/N] are going to start doing night routines with each other?” Ayato asks, sipping on his tea nonchalantly while smirking behind his cup.

Kazuha chuckles. “It seems like a subtle way to let you all know that they’re not leaving any time soon.” Kazuha comments.

Gorou turns to look at the men, specifically Blade, with curiosity. “Let’s say that it’s true [Y/N] did spend time at the Astral Express with the eight of you and the people you have mentioned,” Gorou begins, clasping his hands together.

“Why are you saying it like it's a theory when it’s true?” Welt interrupts, glaring at Gorou with a deep frown on his face.

Capitano shrugs his shoulders. “It may be true for the rest of you, but for us, it’s a theory that has yet to be proven true,” Capitano retorts.

Gorou rolls his eyes, “Anyway! As I was saying, what did the two of you get into an argument about? It wouldn’t be a small argument if it caused [Y/N] to storm off the Astral Express and disappear without a trace.”

Blade stares at Gorou before continuing to eat his food without responding to Gorou’s question. Gorou frowns and lets out a huff, grabbing his cup and gulping down the water. The men continue to eat in silence, the sound of the cutlery clinking against the plates and bowls filling the tense silence between the thirty-three of them.

A few minutes later, you enter the dining room and sit between Xiao and Blade. You cursed to yourself about the seating arrangements. Why did you have to sit between Xiao and Blade? You don’t mind sitting beside Xiao! However, what you do mind is sitting beside Blade since you supposedly had this argument with the dark, long-haired man on the Astral Express before disappearing without a trace.

You tried your best to act natural— as if nothing strange had happened or been revealed. You subconsciously scoot closer to Xiao to the point where your biceps are brushing against Xiao’s biceps. Xiao didn’t make a comment about your strange behavior and continued to eat his food in silence.

Dottore clears his throat, grabbing everyone’s attention. “We didn’t get to ask you, but how was the beach today? Were you able to relax like you wanted?” Dottore asks.

You make a so-so gesture with your hand. “Kind of! The weather was nice, and the waters were surprisingly warm. It’s nice to have a break after a grueling week of finals,” You reply, tucking your hair behind your ears.

Welt perks up at your response. “You’re going to school right now?” Welt asks, looking at you curiously.

You shrug your shoulders. “I’ve always been going to school. Before I arrived at Teyvat, I was a university student in my world. Technically, I still am, but since I’m not physically there right now, I might as well continue my education at the Akademiya.”

Kaveh smiles and rests his elbow on the table. “[Y/N] is an excellent student; we’re incredibly proud of them. They’re at the top of their classes, and their GPA is over 4.0. They’re involved in many research papers with the Akademiya, and they’ve been granted many scholarships,” Kaveh boasts, his eyes forming into crescents when he smiles in your direction.

“Hehe, it’s, uh, no big deal, really,” you say, rubbing the back of your neck, “plus, the Akademiya is a prestigious institute. I must put my all into my schoolwork for the Akademiya, or else it’ll be a waste.”

Sampo visibly deflates and rests his chin on the palm of his hand. “I’m assuming you’re not going to return to the Astral Express with us, Gumdrop?” Sampo asks, smiling at you sadly.

You shake your head in response. The eight men sigh, and trade looks with each other without saying a word. It’s like they’re communicating with each other telepathically. As much as you want to know what’s going on in their heads, you know it has something to do with you.

After all, they’re only in Teyvat because of you. It’s strange how you supposedly have a life outside your main universe and your twenty-five boyfriends’ universe. There are so many questions that are left unanswered, and you don’t think anyone can answer them because everyone is probably just as clueless as you are about this stuff. Heck, not even someone as refined as Welt, Albedo, Dottore, and Dainsleif would know the answers.

Caelus leans to Jing Yuan, whispering, “Nanook isn’t going to be happy when he hears about this.”

“As long as he doesn’t find out, we’ll be okay,” Jing Yuan replies.

Zhongli raises his eyebrows at Caelus and Jing Yuan. “Who is this Nanook you speak of? And why would he be unhappy when he hears about this?” Zhongli asks, sipping his tea.

Dan Heng sighs and looks away. “Just someone who holds [Y/N] near and dear close to his heart. Then again, we all hold [Y/N] near and dear to our hearts as well,” Dan Heng murmurs, looking over at you from the corner of his eyes.

You and Dan Heng’s eyes meet from across the table. Heat rushes to your face and down your neck, causing you to clear your throat and reach for the cup of water in front of you. You break eye contact and gulp down the water, hoping it’ll extinguish the heat rushing to your face and the tip of your ears. The way Dan Heng looks at you reminds you of how your boyfriends would look at you— you can’t help but feel shy, almost awkward in a way.

“We’ll be staying here for a while. We won’t be leaving until [Y/N] agrees to return to the Astral Express with us,” Blade states, his red eyes flickering in your direction.

You nearly choke on your water and look away, ducking your head while trying to hold back your cough. Xiao glares at Blade and pats your back, moving closer to you. You clear your throat and lean into Xiao’s touch, ignoring the looks the other men are giving you and Xiao.

Scaramouche rolls his eyes. “Might as well make yourselves a home here because we’re not letting them leave with any of you any time soon.”

Scaramouche was being sarcastic at first, but that is what the eight outlanders ended up doing. They made a home at the abode and decided to learn and adapt to a new environment. At first, they wanted to live under the same roof as you and the other men, but of course, the others opposed it and offered to make a small temporary house for the eight visitors.

Everyone is doing their own thing in the estate. Some are sparring with each other, others are having tea, reading books, playing TCG, and many more. From a distance, you’re giving an extensive detailed tour of the estate so the eight visitors can be familiar with their new environment rather than the main island the estates are sitting on.

“And the abode keeps getting bigger and bigger,” Ayato chuckles, sipping his tea on the pavilion, looking out at the view of the abode.

Zhongli chuckles and nods. “Soon enough, every land in the abode will be occupied by many estates.” Zhongli comments, blowing on the hot cup of tea in his hands.

Al Haitham sighs and keeps his eyes on his book. “You would think they would give up and leave already, but instead, they’ve been treating this place like their second home,” Al Haitham mutters, looking at the eight men from a distance.

“Scaramouche did tell them they can make themselves a home at the abode because we refuse to hand [Y/N] over to them,” Cyno mutters, placing the TCG card down on the table.

Itto groans and slams his head on the table. “Dammit, Cyno! This is the third time you beat me!” Itto grumbles, lifting his head to glare at the Mahamatra.

Cyno smirks at Itto before looking at the cards in his hands. Meanwhile, you stand in front of the eight men with your hands propping on your hips while tapping your feet on the ground. The eight men before you looked like anxious puppies. It was adorable, but what they did was not something you’re going to be tolerating. Especially since it keeps happening.

“It’s not nice to poke Tubby and Chubby! I get they’re cute, and all of you have never seen something like Tubby and Chubby before, but please refrain from poking them,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You guys don’t see me stepping foot on the Astral Express and snatching Pom-Pom up and throwing them around, now, do you?” You raise your eyebrows.

The eight men shake their heads in response, their heads hanging down while Welt has his eyes closed, his glasses in one hand while rubbing his temples with the other. Childe and Diluc stroll up to the nine of you, covered in dirt and sweat from their spar.

“Did those hooligans disobey you, snookums?” Childe asks, placing his hand on your waist and pulling you toward his chest.

Your face pinches up with disgust, and you take a step back. “Childe, as much as I love being in your arms, now is not a good time because you’re sweaty and covered in dirt.”

Gepard looks at Diluc and Childe, his arms over his chest, his eyebrows furrowing with concentration and curiosity. “How often do all of you spar? Is it a routine?” Gepard asks, his icy-blue eyes remaining on Childe and Diluc’s faces.

Diluc sighs and takes the hair tie out before retying his long red hair into a high ponytail. “It’s not routine for us to spar, but when we do, we do it on our own time. Either alone or with someone that volunteers to help,” Diluc replies.

“You wouldn’t mind us joining on, would you?” Sampo asks, adjusting his gloves while smirking at Diluc and Childe.

You look at the men, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You don’t think it’s a good idea for your men to spar with the eight outlanders. Knowing Childe and Gepard, there will be a competition of some sort. Technically, Childe will make it a competition with all of the outlanders, and you don’t want to see how it turns out.

Before Childe and Diluc can respond, you shake your head. “No, no! No sparring! I don’t think it’s a good idea because you guys will turn it into a competition and hurt each other. No.” You deadpan.

“Then how are we supposed to entertain ourselves and bond? I think knowing each other’s skills in combat is a great way of bonding!” Aether says, propping his arm on your shoulders from behind.

You brush off Aether’s question. “There’s plenty of ways to entertain yourselves and bond without having to draw weapons!” You reply.

“And what are you suggesting other than sparring?” Heizou asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

You smile at the men innocently. Before any of them know it, you’re all at Yaoguang Shoal wearing sun hats and sunglasses. You turn to look at your boyfriends and your guests from beyond the stars with a big smile while bouncing on the balls of your feet with excitement.

“The beach? Weren’t you at Yaoguang Shoal not too long ago?” Thoma asks, slathering sunscreen on his arms.

You nod. “Yes, but my moment of relaxation was ruined when our guests from beyond the stars popped up in front of me!” You say, propping your hands on your hips. “Now! You all can go and chase each other around the beach, and I am going to continue where I left off with my reading!”

Al Haitham hands you the book you borrowed from him not long ago before placing a beach chair down. Everyone scatters around the beach, staying within the vicinity. While you’re reading Al Haitham’s book under the shade, someone sits beside you on the sand. You look away from your book to see Blade sitting beside you, refusing to make eye contact with you. Ever since your first encounter with the long, dark-haired man, you have been keeping your distance from him mainly because he looks intimidating. You have a small feeling that he was still upset with “you” after the argument you two didn’t have.

“So! Are you going to finally tell me what the argument was about?” You ask, putting the book face down and pulling your knees to your chest.

Blade doesn’t answer. Instead, he didn’t even look in your direction. You mumble to yourself and turn to the side, getting up from the beach chair and dusting the sand off your legs.

“Alright, you don’t have to answer me. I’m sure the other [Y/N] would’ve done something else to get you to respond to them, but I’m not them.” You say before walking away from where Blade is sitting.

You quickly stopped in your tracks and turned around to grab Al Haitham’s book you were reading before continuing your walk to where Kaeya and Venti were hanging out. Venti and Kaeya wave at you the closer you get before patting the space between them for you to sit. You plop down between Kaeya and Venti, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“What’s with the exasperated sigh? You were so excited to go to the beach!” Venti says, sipping his drink.

Kaeya turns his head to look over where you were sitting previously, locking eyes with Blade. Blade quickly looks away with a deep frown. Kaeya chuckles under his breath and looks at you while you dig your feet into the sand, feeling the warm sand between your toes.

Kaeya points at Blade with his thumb. “I’m assuming it has something to do with him,” Kaeya comments, leaning back on one hand.

Your expression sours. “When is it not Blade? He’s refusing to tell me what the argument was! It’s like he expects me to know what it is when I was never there to experience it!” You groused. “I hope the other me is doing okay. Given the fact that they’re supposedly dating Blade and the other seven, or was it nine, men.” You stroke your chin.

Footsteps approach where you, Kaeya, and Venti are sitting. “Oh, I’m doing okay! Other than having to traverse many universes to find my way back to the Astral Express, only to find this universe and run into the other me surrounded by a lot of men.”

Your, Kaeya, and Venti’s head snaps toward where the voice comes from, only to see another version of yourself standing there. Everyone around you stops what they’re doing and looks at you and the other you with eyes the size of saucers. You scramble to your feet and point at your other self, trying to find the words to say while they stare at you with a sheepish smile on their face.

“These men weren’t causing you any trouble, were they?” They ask, looking at the eight outlanders that are approaching you and the other you.

You glare at the other you, propping your hands on your hips. “Where were you!? You made your eight boyfriends worried to the point where they have to travel beyond the stars to search for you!”

The other you laugh sheepishly, rubbing the back of their neck. “To be fair, I got lost after I stormed out of the Astral Express, and I couldn’t find my way back.” The other you sigh in defeat, letting their head hang low.

Tighnari raises his eyebrows at the other you. “Have you tried asking for directions?” Tighnari asks.

“Gumdrop is a great fighter but terrible with directions.” Sampo snorts before skipping happily to the other you, wrapping his arms around their waist and snuggling against them.

You watch Blade approach the other you, his arms crossed over his chest. The other you give Blade a fake smile before looking away from the long, dark-haired man. You clear your throat and look away. Man, this somehow got awkward.

“You two have some talking to do! I’m not sure if you,” you look at your other self, “remember the argument the two of you had before your disappearance. Still, please talk it out because I somehow got caught in between!”

Your other self drags out a sigh, resting their head on Sampo’s shoulders. “Ah, right! How could I forget about that? I was so busy trying to find my way back that I completely forgot about the argument Blade and I had before storming out,” your other self says.

“I didn’t think there would be another [Y/N], but here we are,” Dainsleif murmurs, trying to find the difference between you and the other you.

Appearance-wise, the other you are wearing clothes from Jing Yuan’s world. The other you have streaks of red and purple in your hair, and you look a little rougher around the edges. Sampo presses a sloppy kiss on your clone’s cheek— yes, that is what you will be calling them from now on. Your clone snuggles up against Sampo’s chest and holds your (their?) hands out to the other eight outlanders.

“Now that the other [Y/N] have found the eight of you, will you all return to the Astral Express now?” Gorou asks, gazing at the nine people curiously.

Your clone nods their head in response. “Yes, we will be heading back to the Astral Express now. That means Blade, and I will need to speak about what happened before my disappearance,” your clone sighs, looking at Blade.

Blade gives your clone a weak smile and grabs your clone’s hand, gently squeezing them. Your clone smiles at Blade and pulls him close to them. Blade and Sampo give each other a small glare while clinging to your clone’s side while the other six men stand around the three of them.

You squint your eyes at your clone, tilting your head to the side. “How do you handle dating nine men?” You ask.

Your clone snorts and rolls their eyes. “I can ask you the same thing, [Y/N]. Really, [Y/N]? Twenty-five men? That’s more than what I have,” They raise their eyebrows at you, the corners of their lips twitching.

“You know what, fair enough,” you mutter, looking away from your clone with a sour look.

As much as you would love to talk to your clone about the other universe, you didn’t want to deal with them matching the sassiness with you. That and because they do have to return to the Astral Express soon to patch things up. You and your twenty-five boyfriends watch your clone and their boyfriends walk far before disappearing into small orbs of light, ascending to the stars.

“I did not think that there was another [Y/N] out there,” Kazuha comments.

You sigh in relief and lean on Venti. “Me neither! But I’m glad they showed up because I don’t think I can handle Blade’s attitude any longer! The man acts like I remember this so-called argument!” You sigh, running your hands through your hair.

“On the bright side, you won’t have to deal with any more men entering the relationship,” Baizhu says, clapping his hands once.

Albedo chuckles, shaking his head. “You’d never know. There may be twenty-five of us today, but there can be forty tomorrow,” Albedo comments.

Xiao rolls his eyes, sighing. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves now, shall we?” Xiao mutters.

Pantalone snorts. “What makes you think we’ll share [Y/N] with more people? I believe twenty-five people is enough,” Pantalone says nonchalantly.

Kaeya drapes his arms around your shoulders, leans down, and kisses your cheek. You wrap your arms around Kaeya’s slim waist and kiss his cheek in return. Albedo isn’t wrong, though. There might be more people in the next few days or maybe even weeks. All you know is that you’re glad you’re not in your clone’s spot because what is up with Blade and his attitude? He intimidates you, and you don’t know what your clone sees in that man other than his looks.

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Traditional VIII

Well this is the fastest I've ever written. Sorry to leave you hanging on part 7 like that. You can read Traditional here.

I actually wanted this part to be longer but I think I stopped it at a good spot to continue with what I want in the next part but the next part will be a hot minute before it’s posted also part 9 will pick up right where this leaves off.

Warnings: angst (see I remembered the word this time), death mentioned, mourning, (etc.)

“Can I help you?”

She stopped by the bathroom to take stock of what she looked like as soon as she got to the floor. She put the bag at her feet and stood in front of the sink counter and gripped the edge. The pain in her arm from her slip ached from the bruise forming on her forearm and rippled up the length of her arm as she held onto the counter. Taking a deep breath, she finally looked in the mirror.

Ill. She looked ill. From a green complexion to her red eyes. Her nose was cold and reddening by the second making her look like she had a cold. Bloodshot eyes and overall, just the pallor of a ghost. Her head ached and it was a dumb idea to come back to work. Surely, she would mess up more things. But there wasn’t much else she could do and nowhere else she could really go.

Slowly she closed her eyes and dropped her chin to her chest in defeat. Then tilted her neck all the way back to the ceiling. “Goddamn it,” she hissed to herself. Grabbing her bag, she walked swiftly back to her office. Maybe she would just sit there and stare at her computer screen until Harry finally fired her.

Niall covered the microphone with his hand. “Darling?” He asked curiously as the door to her office opened. “I’ll call y’back,” he dropped his phone back to the receiver and he hurried to her little space. “I thought—”

“I have no where to go,” she said curtly. Niall didn’t deserve her abrupt tone, but it was the only one she could give. This day was so awful, and she had nowhere to go except the one place she would most assuredly run into at least half of her problems. And that was her best option.

Without a debit card, she had no way to get to the hospital. Her apartment belonged to Harry and right now she didn’t want to be anywhere that was associated with him and the part of her life with him outside company walls. Her laptop was broken and even if she could use it her brain wouldn’t function.

“What are you talking—your apartment?” He reminded her with a question in his voice.

“You mean Harry’s apartment?”

“Love, all things considered, he wouldn’t kick you out or something... he wouldn’t do that to you. Not even on his worst day.”

She shook her head. That’s not what she meant but it was a new fear that twisted her stomach in knots on top of everything else. The tears flooded back into her vision. “I don’t want to talk about any of this Niall. I just want to work so I don’t have to think. If I have even a second to think about anything but work, I’m going to explode, and I can’t do that in front of you—”

“Sure, you can,” he said encouragingly. “Come on,” he said and tugged her out of her seat and into his office. She was too weak to do anything but follow obligingly. He gently guided her to the sofa he had in the room and hurried to his desk. He scribbled something, practically ran back to the door, and smacked the paper on the front before shutting it, blocking out the rest of the floor.

“What’s that?” She asked, curiosity getting the best of her as she looked at her hands in her lap.

“Says ‘Do not disturb. Meeting in progress.’”

“You’re going to get in trouble because of me,” she mumbled.

“Don’t worry, I know the boss pretty well.”

“That��s especially why.”

“He left for the day.”

She blinked. “What?” She asked softly. Other than being sick, Harry didn’t leave early. Ever. Most often he stayed late. The rest he left on time and not a moment sooner.

“He wasn’t feeling himself,” Niall said with a shrug. “Think you know why,” he was so casual about it. Her heart fluttered with worry despite how angry he was with her. How was she supposed to feel? She was in love with him. It didn’t matter. “Go on, then. Please tell me. I’ve been dying to help you as much as you help me.”

She shook her head. “I can’t Niall. You’re my boss—”

“Oh, for God’s sake, love. You’re also the love of my best friend’s life. Would you just talk to me already?” She looked at him as if she was really seeing him for the first time. She couldn’t believe he said that out loud. Now she understood why he put the note up. He wasn’t doing this as her boss. This was Harry’s best friend. If she could dream or hope about a future with Harry, he would be one of her best friends, too. “Pretend I’m not your boss right now.”

She apparently didn’t need much more encouragement for her already bubbling emotions to flow over. Poor Niall took it all in stride. Every word that exploded out of her, all the tears, everything. It wasn’t like when she talked to Harry, and it definitely wasn’t like when she talked to Louis. She told him all about the last twenty-four hours from Hell. She listed every inconvenience, every heartbreak. The debit card, the mean coworker, her dad, how her coffee tasted bad and got everywhere, her laptop was broken, and Louis and Eleanor were her only friends, and she couldn’t even go see them. “And of course, Harry hates me, so I didn’t get to see him last night,” she finished blubbering. She didn’t give lots of details on most anything, just the coworker since that was one of the only ones that she could see him dealing with. Not that she wanted him to.

“To be fair, I think Harry hates me, right now,” he smirked sadly.

“That’s almost worse,” she sniffled.

Niall rolled his eyes as he rubbed her back soothingly with the palm of his hand and watched her dab her eyes with the tissues he got from his desk. “He hates me because he thinks I’m stealing you away because you didn’t tell him any of that. And he’s mad that you didn’t want to tell him. He thought your relationship was evolving and you took like ten steps back without a word. Christ darling, I’m mad you for not saying anything about the harassment. That is not okay. You’re not plain, you’re lovely. She’s just jealous.”

She found it interesting that he agreed with Louis’s assessment. “That’s what Louis said, even before she talked to me.”

Niall shook his head. “She was extremely cruel for no reason, I’m so sorry, love. You did not deserve that.”

She shrugged awkwardly, defeated still. Even getting all of that off her chest. “I am plain. It’s why I was so worried about my... situation with Harry...I don’t...” she took a deep breath. “You’re not my boss right now?” She repeated his statement as a question for reassurance. He shook his head.

“Just a really good friend,” he promised. “I won’t tell Harry,” he added for good measure.

“I don’t even think he’ll want to sleep with me because I’m so ordinary and...” Despite his talk with Niall and that fact they were both aware of her relationship with Harry, she still didn’t like bringing it up. Plus, the untraditional details were lost on her, and she didn’t want to have to explain it to Niall awkwardly.

“Love,” Niall smirked. “Harry is...infatuated with you,” he promised. “You don’t have to worry about any of that kind of thing. He would—look I don’t want to say it because it sounds like locker room talk and I don’t want you to think he and I talk about you like that. We don’t, I promise—but that’s not something you need to worry about. I’ve never seen him like this about anyone he’s ever been involved with romantically one way or another.”

It made her heart hope, and she hated it. She was prepared for defeat. Harry wouldn’t be in love with her anymore. They wouldn’t get dinner on Mondays or watch movies on Thursdays. There would be no more little sleepovers where he would be sick and accidentally tell her he loved her and forget by morning. She shook her head. “Niall, I...” She swallowed.

“Please tell me you’re in love with him, I’ve been dying for you to say it almost as much as he has.”

The smallest pause. Niall wasn’t her boss. “Of course, I’m in love with him. How can you not be?” She asked, face blushing, as she stared at her hands.

Niall sighed. “You need to tell him what you told me,” he said.

She shook her head. “No, it’s not his problem. I’m a big girl and...I have to handle it.”

“But you don’t have to do it on your own,” he promised her. “I don’t know everything, but I see the way you work, and I know bits and pieces of what Harry is willing to tell me. I know you want to fix every problem that crosses your path for anyone that has one. If you walked into your office and spoke to the you that sits at your computer, how would you help?” He asked. “Would you tell yourself to keep it all bottled up or take a hike and deal with it yourself? Or would you, the person who helps everyone with anything they may need, help you?”

She took a deep breath. The first bit of clarity over the last twelve hours was finally reaching her ears from Niall. “I would help.”

“Then help yourself, darling. Please. Tell Harry.”

She closed her eyes and nodded solemnly. “I think I have to go to the hospital first,” she said to Niall. “But I don’t have a debit card or a ride.”

“Call Harry’s driver. He won’t care. Or I’ll take you, I don’t mind at all,” Niall reached into his wallet and pulled out one of his plastic cards. “I think this has a 25,000-spending limit,” he smirked. “I’d be impressed if you used all of it in one weekend,” he smiled. “Bring it back Monday,” he shrugged. “Definitely use it to get a new laptop when you have time.”

Sucking her lip into her mouth she awkwardly took the card “Please don’t tell Harry about...her...”

He frowned. “Darling,” his tone was so disapproving. It sounded like that was going to be Niall’s first call. Maybe second if he called the bitchy woman down to his office to fire her after the sweet girl left.

“He’ll fire her.”

“As he should! She harassed you!”

She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Please, Niall,” she whispered.

He sighed bitterly. If even one thing that happened to her over the last day didn’t happen, he wouldn’t have listened. But she had been through enough and he didn’t want to be the cause of any more of her anxiety. Besides, once he was officially forgiven by Harry, he would ask for front row seats to her exit interview. “Okay, darling. I won’t. Go to the hospital. Then you have to go to Harry’s.”

Harry’s driver was kind throughout the ride and didn’t ask her a single question about why she needed to go to a hospital. In fact, other than asking if she wanted to listen to a certain type of music, he didn’t ask any questions. “Won’t Harry notice?” She eventually asked.

“No,” he shrugged one shoulder as he passed towards the streets that used to be home. She lived an hour away now, but it felt like an entirely foreign country right now. “Probably not. If he needed me, I would probably send another one of the drivers from the company,” he said simply.

The remainder of the drive was silent. Her heart beating erratically with every closer turn to the town she left. “Do you need help?” He asked when they arrived at the hospital. She shook her head steeling herself for the horribleness she was about to endure in so many emotional forms.

“No... thank you,” she said gratefully. “And... if you have to leave... I understand. But could you please...don’t tell Harry.”

“Of course, Miss,” he smiled encouragingly. Taking her work bag with her, she stepped out of the car and headed into the hospital.

It was a little over an hour later that she left the hospital with one less parent in existence. Although, she hadn’t had two parents since before her brother died, she felt saddened knowing that it would never be amended. And for her mom, it would never be the same. She would always be alone, now.

Naturally, it didn’t seem to bother her mother all that much. “I’ll never forgive you,” her mom said with tears in her eyes. “You can leave now.”

When it came to her parents, there wasn’t much she could do but listen. Part of her wanted to appease them and hope that eventually they would love her again. So of course, after she said goodbye there was nothing left for her to do except listen to her mother’s request.

Her loss didn’t feel as sad as it should have. Probably because when her brother passed, she didn’t just lose her brother. She lost her best friend and her parents all in one swoop. Mourning her brother at age sixteen when her friends were buying prom dresses and going on college tours in hopes of meeting college boys was a tragedy that Shakespeare wouldn’t write.

There was nothing like mourning the death of people who were still alive and lived with you every day.

When she exited the hospital room, she called the driver once more who told her to wait five minutes and he would pull around so she wouldn’t have to wait in the cold. She stood outside anyway, for the full five minutes letting the cold wash over her. She was already numb. Everything that had happened in such a short amount of time was numbing her. The cold didn’t even hurt because she was already in so much pain.

All she wanted was to see Harry. Her chest ached at the thought of being held by him. It would cure her broken heart, she was certain.

She sniffled and a few stray tears spilt over her lash line. Without her realizing, she got more teary as she waited, only noticing when his driver reappeared. “Miss,” the driver said hurriedly. He was rushing over to her on the sidewalk reaching for her bag and offered her a tissue from his pocket. He placed a hand on her lower back to guide her up the sidewalk to the car. “Is everything alright? Are you—”

She shook her head, tears steadily falling down her cheeks. She opened the door herself as he looked on with worry. “I’m fine,” she whispered but her voice broke on the word fine. “Can you take me to Harry’s?”

The closer she got to his house, the more anxious and sadder she got. As he parked in the driveway, she strongly considered telling him to take her back to the apartment. However, she all but promised Niall she would come here. Maybe these tears would make him listen at least for a moment. Wringing her hands together, she sat silently, awkwardly in her seat before the driver even made a move after several minutes. With a deep breath, she swallowed and pushed the door out of the way. “Can you wait five more minutes in case he really hates me, and I need to leave?” She asked.

The driver chuckled dryly. “He doesn’t hate you, but I’ll wait,” he said.

She made her way across the path and up the steps to his front door. She knocked and was prepared to stare at her feet the whole time she waited for Harry to open the door. Maybe she even planned to stare at her feet if he was willing to talk to her. She was going to beg or cry (probably both) just for five minutes to explain everything. Five minutes to try and fix her broken heart.

“Can I help you?”

Her heart officially shattered. Her head snapped up to the beautiful woman’s voice and she gasped. It felt like someone wrapped their hand around her throat and was squeezing all life out of her. “Oh my God,” how could Niall suggest this? Did he know? Was Harry really that mad at her he would have Niall convince her to come over and see another woman and...? “I’m so sorry,” she whispered breathlessly. It felt like she was swallowing her tongue. She backed away, nearly losing her balance as she did. She wanted to be embarrassed about almost losing her balance but even standing upright she felt like she was swaying and the only thing she felt was betrayal and she had no right to feel that way.

“Whoa, hey,” the girl said reaching for her before she fell back off the steps. She regained her balance and felt like her stomach was going to heave up anything she had eaten—which wasn’t the time to remember but she realized she only had a bagel and a coffee this morning almost twelve hours ago.

Of course, Harry would find someone else. He was...him. He had money and he could have any girl he wanted. Someone beautiful. Someone who didn’t have all the baggage that she did. Someone who didn’t hide from him and someone who would do what a companion like her was supposed to do.

“Why are you apologizing? Is Harry expecting you?” She asked tilting her head curiously, trying to figure out who she was. Like this was normal for her to be answering the door and for her to be standing there. “Are you alright?” She asked gently.

She wished she wasn’t nice. It was making it harder for her to be mad. Seeing this kind woman opening the door to the house of the man she was in love with would have been so much easier if she could have been mad. But she was just heartbreakingly sad. “N-no...I...I didn’t mean to intrude, I’m so sorry,” she repeated hurrying down the few steps and nearly missed the last one tripping into the yard. So much so, she lost one of her shoes. Worse yet in her fit of non-embarrassment, just total shock, she left it there. “Oh my God,” she whimpered to herself. She was now truly worried she would throw up. She turned quickly and practically ran back for the driveway.

“Kitten?!” Harry shouted from somewhere in the house.

“Hey, wait!” The woman called suddenly.

“Fuck,” she heard Harry hiss as she hurried back to the car, tears falling quickly down her cheeks as she awkwardly limped without her shoe the path to the driveway. With her head start she thought she really might make it in the car and drive away before Harry got to her. But he had much longer legs...and he wasn’t bogged down by missing a shoe. “Goddammit! Love, stop!” He shouted running across the yard. She pulled the door handle quickly trying to get away from this house, but the door smacked shut at the same time. Harry’s hand pressed to the window while the other grabbed her arm right where it bruised. She inhaled sharply in pain and winced. Harry dropped her arm like a hot potato, he released a breath out of frustration. “Kitten, stop,” he was out of breath from his short run—but it wasn’t the run making him breathless but the thought of losing her at this moment. She wanted to look up at him and see those perfect green eyes, but she was so scared. “Look at me, please,” he begged. But her eyes stayed glued to the driveway. Harry was only in socks, and she thought that was cute. His feet in socks. It wasn’t the time, but her brain was operating on no sleep and way too much trauma for one day.

Her face crumpled in pain and she shook her head. She couldn’t look at him, if she looked all the pain would boil over and she would start crying and never stop. Why didn’t Harry deserve some woman that would be there for him the way she couldn’t be? Why wouldn’t he want someone beautiful and not plain? Someone who wasn’t so young that she was still in the internship phase. Someone who didn’t need his money or a job. Someone who was brilliant enough to help him with whatever his company and he himself needed.

“Hey,” the woman’s voice suddenly sounded beside her. It was gentle and out of instinct she turned to the direction of the woman that was currently amplifying just how terrible her day could get just by existing. It wasn’t her fault either. She really thought the girl was beautiful and lovely. She was kind to not sneer at her as a sniveling mess. She sniffled looking at her curiously. The beautiful girl handed Harry her missing shoe then stuck her hand out to introduce herself. “M’Gemma,” she said softly, apologetically in tone as she smiled at her with a terrible look of pity directed toward her.

Even though one of the only things she prided herself on was being intelligent this had to be the dumbest thing she had ever done in her whole life. She was speechless. Couldn’t even say her own name as she held her hand out awkwardly and (fortunately for her) instinctively for Harry’s sister to shake.

At the same time, Harry crouched to the ground and placed her shoe back on her foot holding her ankle so gently, like she might break. “I was just going, truly,” Gemma smiled at her sympathetically. “I’ve heard loads about you. I’ll meet you again sometime, yeah?” She asked quietly. Harry was silent throughout the interaction. His breathing erratic as he was hoping she wouldn’t leave. “Bye Harry,” she kissed him on the cheek and Gemma went to the other side of the car and gave the driver a wave before sliding into the back seat. The car drove away leaving her alone with Harry.

“Kitten,” he whispered softly.

“I’ve had a terrible couple of days,” she sniffled tears clouding her vision again. The fear of Harry finding someone else nearly ruined her completely. She was lucky that wasn’t the case. But she still had to have this talk that she promised Niall.

“I know y’have love, I just...Niall texted me...and Louis is worried...and... my love,” his voice was so gentle. It pulled at every string in her heart.

She started to say the speech she had planned in her head when she arrived. Before she saw Gemma. “I know you hate me, but I have nowhere else to go,” she whimpered, and it was all too much, and she finally let her knees give out as she melted to the ground. She covered her face and cried.

“No. Baby, I don’t hate you. Not at all. M’so sorry about everything,” he promised crouching beside her. “Let’s go inside...s’too cold t’have y’out here,” he lifted around her waist to help her stand. He wanted to scoop her up and carry her because whatever demons she was fighting right now had made her weak. But she seemed overwhelmed already and he didn’t want to add to that any more than he already had by not realizing sooner that Gemma was talking to her without her knowing who Gemma was. So, once she was standing again, he held her hand and pulled her back to the house.

Gemma had been extremely helpful in working through Harry’s emotions with him. “You really think Niall of all people would do that to you?” She rolled her eyes.

Harry felt like her little brother at that moment. He didn’t too often anymore because he was always busy with his company, and he was always busy doing things that he never really got a chance to just be the younger sibling and have Gemma take care of him like she used to when they were young. “I think I love her, Gem.”

“Ya think?” She rolled her eyes. Harry sighed. The pair of them were sitting on his sofa and sipping tea. They ordered out for dinner and were now chatting so Harry would calm down. Harry never left work early, but he was so distraught and angry that something had to be done. Gemma came right over, and he told her everything about the girl of his dreams. Unbeknownst to Harry, Gemma was thrilled that Harry cared so deeply about someone in this capacity. Like Niall, she noticed it was so different than anyone he ever involved himself with up to this point in time. She couldn’t wait to tell their mum.

After venting for almost two hours and working through what he needed to do next, Gemma chatted about herself and caught him up on her life. In comparison, it wasn’t much. Work was good and her dating life was good. There wasn’t much to report.

Her phone vibrated. Hey Gem. It was Niall. I know he’s pissed at me, but can you tell him to look at his phone? It’s an emergency.

Frowning, she responded to Niall while she called out to Harry. “Harry, look at your phone. Niall said there’s an emergency.” He was putting the mugs in the sink when Gemma gave him the directions. As he put the phone in his hand, his stomach dropped. He hadn’t looked at it in hours.

He had a message from Niall and a message from an unknown number claiming to be Louis. His chest felt tight. The only thought he managed was that something was wrong with her; and that was the worst kind of thought.

Niall’s said: Harry...you have to talk to her. It’s bad.

Then a second message: Really bad.

He frowned feeling worry for the sweet girl. He almost called her instead of reading Louis’ message, but there was a knock at the door, changing his plan as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts. He tapped on the message from Louis. “I’ll answer it on my way out, have a good weekend, Harry!” Gemma called cheerfully. He didn’t even respond because he was busy reading.

Louis’ message was a long one: Hey Harry, it’s Louis. I stole your phone number from her back in August without her knowing. She would kill me for messaging you, but we’re on a plane and... well... she said she was feeling poor and headed to your house. But El and I just figured out WHY she’s poorly. She’s ignoring her phone, or something... Can you please tell her to call me? She probably won’t even tell you, so she won’t be a bother, and I can’t tell you through a text message... I’m sure she doesn’t want to interrupt our weekend either, but... please have her call me back. Or you can when you have her in a stable place... Thank you for taking care of her... I don’t think I’ve ever said that before to you... I don’t trust her with very many people. So, thank you for taking care of my best friend.

It took him a moment to pull himself from the message and that the other voice outside was the sweet girl speaking to Gemma at the door.

“Why are you apologizing? Is Harry expecting you?” Gemma asked gently.

“N-no...I... I didn’t mean to intrude, I’m so sorry,” she stammered, and Harry shook his head trying to reach the fact that she was there.

“Kitten?!” He shouted. By the time he raced to the door, she was nearing the car. He wondered when the driver got there briefly, but he was nearly sprinting, almost pushing Gemma to the ground, to make sure he got to the car before she did. As she pulled the door handle open sniffling as she desperately tried to leave, he smacked the door shut immediately. He would not let her leave.

Something was wrong with her arm because when he reached for it, she winced in pain and Harry thought he would murder someone if they hurt her. The messages from Niall and Louis scrolling through his mind. “Kitten, stop,” he whispered as she tried to reach for the car again. “Look at me please,” he begged. It had only been a day, but he was a lovesick man. He missed her face and he wanted to see the beautiful eyes he loved so much, the little windows to her soul. Even if he just saw them for a second. But she kept her eyes to the ground. Fortunately, at that moment, Gemma introduced herself.

That’s when Harry put it together that she thought Gemma was some other woman. He didn’t even find it funny, although he wished he could have. He felt so terrible she thought so little of how much she meant to Harry that he would find someone else in less than twenty-four hours.

Now, they were inside. “Where do y’want to sit?” He asked. “The sofa or the bed?”

“I don’t—”

“Love. Please, where will you be most comfortable?” He whispered gently.

“The sofa,” she answered.

He softly nudged her to the living area, taking her coat off before she sat and then he crouched to take her shoes off. Lightly, he pushed the sleeve of her blouse up because he didn’t forget, and he saw the nasty bruise on her arm that made his heart ache with anger. “What happened?” His voice was short. He thought of the messages both Niall and Louis sent him. “Louis texted me. Said you’re ignoring his calls.”

She shook her head. “I don’t even remember the last time I saw my phone.” He frowned. He was glad she was here. If he tried to call her and she didn’t answer, he would have gone mad with worry. She sniffled. “Harry,” she croaked.

“M’here, kitten,” he promised, and he pushed himself to kneel between her legs and he placed his hands on either side of her face. It felt like fire to touch her like this. He craved it so badly. Not having it at movie night and not seeing her until five minutes ago...and knowing she was hurt? His heart was broken. “Tell me, please,” he begged. “I’ll kill someone if I have to.”

She sighed. “You have to listen to everything before you say something or I won’t be able to finish it all,” she whispered.

“Sure love,” he nodded obediently.

“And you can’t kill or fire anyone.” He didn’t respond because he wasn’t sure he could make that promise to her. Especially if someone caused that bruise. He pressed his lips together, knelt between her legs and held her face to keep her gaze. “It’s not going to make sense, so much went wrong so fast,” she told him.

“I can keep up,” he promised. There was a moment of pause as she collected all her thoughts trying to figure out how to begin.

She began her story. “Someone stole my debit card, and I don’t... As a rule, I don’t use my credit card... at least not right now. I have too many bills and worries to be using it. I can’t wrack up any more debt... So, I basically have no access to my account or money for a week,” Harry took a hand from her face to reach into his pocket for his wallet. That was an easy fix, and he was sad it started off so easy because that meant it was going to get much worse.

She shook her head. “Niall already gave me his, because I needed it to get to the hospital,” she said, stilling his hand from opening his wallet. She gave his hand a squeeze at the sound of Niall’s name. But he didn’t feel jealous. He did in the moment seeing his best friend holding the object of all his affections so comfortingly in his arms. He didn’t know what was wrong and he was irrationally angry that Niall wouldn’t say—even when he didn’t know at the time either. He wanted to be the one comforting her. That was all.

“Hospital?” He questioned his eyes falling back to her arm.

“I’m jumping ahead. It wasn’t for me.”

He frowned. Putting the wallet on the coffee table he would thank Niall later for offering his help while Harry was being an idiot. “Go on,” he said, and he moved to sit beside her. He stretched his legs out on the chaise section and pulled her over his body, so her legs laid over his lap. This way he could see into her eyes and still touch her. He kept one of his hands wrapped up in hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“I was going to try and figure out how to transfer some of my money on my laptop to a temporary gift card or something… and maybe work on my internship reflection for school but... my laptop wouldn’t turn on,” she mumbled. “And then at the same time it occurred to me I can’t even buy a laptop because I don’t have a debit card.”

“We can go buy you a new one tomorrow,” he promised.

“S’not the point,” she mumbled. “You’re not supposed to interrupt,” she reminded him.

He squeezed her hand. “M’sorry.”

“The woman from the meeting who thinks I’m stupid because I’m an intern,” she whispered the description. “Do you know who I’m talking about?” Harry nodded, curious as to how someone he only saw at meetings had anything to do with this story. Harry almost forgot about her. She was right. So much had happened in such a short amount of time, he hadn’t even had a chance to debrief with her the wonderful job she did in person and to tell her not to worry about the woman from the meeting.

“You’re not stup—”

She continued without letting Harry compliment her. “She told me that you wouldn’t sleep with me.”

Harry blinked rapidly a few times, shook his head trying to clear it. Surely, he missed something to get to this section of the story. “What? I’m sorry...what do you—”

She looked at their hands held together. “She came to my office, unprompted, while I was sad about my laptop, and she just said I was stupid and plain, and you wouldn’t sleep with me because I wasn’t your type. I’m not special or smart and just because I had one good idea and I work well with Niall didn’t mean you would want me... an intern.”

He had no idea the condition to hear her story was not firing an employee was for the benefit of some cruel woman who was just so wrong. He felt speechless because everything in those two sentences was wrong. She wasn’t plain, she was so goddamn beautiful she haunted his every thought. Add in the fact she was so brilliant and kind. Harry couldn’t get enough of her, and the idea of sleeping with her...

Again, he if it meant he could have her there in his life forever, he wouldn’t care about being intimate. But otherwise, he would kill to be so close to her. “Kitten,” he whispered.He was so mad. The rage in his chest was consuming. She would be fired. For one reason or another. Harry didn’t care what he had to do. He wouldn’t let anyone speak that way to another employee. But especially not the angel seated beside him.

“It gets worse,” she mumbled.

Harry closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded. He didn’t know how that could be possible, but he supposed he would find out. “Please continue, then.”

“She knocked my coffee all over my desk,” she said. “And it got all over my skirt, my laptop, the floor, my desktop, and then...I went to clean it and I slipped and that’s how I got this bruise,” she gestured to her arm. Instinctively, Harry reached out and brushed his fingers over it. Not only did he want to fire her, but he also wanted to kill her. The poor girl knew exactly what Harry would do under the right circumstances and that was why she made restrictions on hearing the story as such. She was good, Harry would give her that.

“That’s when you came in,” she mumbled. “I was so sad and heartbroken I couldn’t speak to even tell you what was wrong, and I knew how sad and hurt you were that Niall was comforting me... but Harry, I would never do that to you, ever. Especially with your best friend. Regardless of this... relationship we have... I would never... it’s a—”

“I had no right to be that mad,” Harry mumbled quietly. He had long since forgiven her. She didn’t even need forgiveness because she didn’t do anything wrong.

“And then you cancelled movie night,” she whispered brokenly. Somehow this sounded like it hurt her worse than the bruise or that stupid woman’s comments. Harry’s frown deepened and he rubbed his hand on the back of his head awkwardly.

“I was so sad,” he told her. “I shouldn’t have—”

“It gets worse,” she repeated. He was hoping she was done. The idea it could get worse...

Harry wanted to take her heart out so he could sew all the holes that she was opening and then give it back to her. And Harry couldn’t even sew but whatever he did had to be better than whatever wounds laid in her heart. “I was a total zombie today at work. Niall was avoiding me per you, I think. He told me to go home after lunch so I could... I don’t know I think he just wanted me away from him.” Harry frowned. That was what Niall wanted. It was all Harry’s doing because he yelled at Niall and accused him of things he shouldn’t have as his best friend. “So I was walking home—”

“Walking?! It was freezing out, kitten.”

“Can you... this is the worst part...” He was silent. But in his head, he was arranging for a car to follow her for the rest of her life and would be training a driver to somehow coerce her into the car if she refused in sub-arctic temperatures. “My mom called,” she said. Harry’s heart stopped. “I went to the hospital.” His eyebrows quirked up and he pressed his lips together. After another brief moment of utter silence, “my dad died,” she whispered.

“Kitten,” he cooed. “Baby, m’so sorry.”

This had to be one of the worst days in recorded human history. No wonder Louis’ message was so long. He was probably freaking out. “I went to the hospital...my mom...she won’t forgive me and...” she took a deep breath. “I had nowhere else to go and I just wanted you and I don’t even know if that’s fair after all I’ve put you through over the last day. So, I came here. I’m sorry for wanting you, I don’t want to—”

“Kitten,” he reached for her face and pressed his thumb over her lips so she would stop speaking and stop breaking his heart. She was here. That meant the story was over. Thank God. “I want you here. Always,” he promised. “I want you.” The relief on her face was somehow one of the most heartbreaking expressions she wore throughout the duration of her story. Harry wanted to cry at the thought. He pulled her toward him, face pressed to his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her. One hand snaked up her back to hold the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair, and he kissed the space of her forehead just by her hairline before closing his eyes completely content having her there.

There were so many things that needed to be addressed. She needed to call Louis. Harry wanted to call Niall...he wanted to call that terrible woman and fire her over the phone but that would have to wait until Monday. Harry would see to it that something about the funeral be figured out. Maybe he would send one of his lawyers to deal with her mum. Her bank account, her laptop, even the driver he was seriously going to have follow her... all of it needed to be taken care of for Harry to feel like he was helping her and making her horrible thirty-some odd hours end.

But for the next five minutes he was going to hold her like it was his one and only job. “M’gonna make it all better, kitten,” he murmured brushing his lips over her forehead again. “Promise.”

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liliansun · 10 months

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ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU : 05 : determined to do so (1.4k)

w. mentions of alcohol, kissing

After putting the car in park, you and the four other girls that sandwiched themselves in the back of your car all scurried out and tried your best to smooth out the outfits you chose for the night. “Are you girls ready to shake some ass for some cash?” Mal’s sudden outburst caused a chain effect from you and your friends. “How about we don’t shake ass for cash and go find jun.” Linking arms with joy, who was visibly nervous, you and the girls headed towards the two doors that housed too many people and blaring music that could be heard from outside.

As you push the doors open, Renjun immediately greets you all with a slightly intoxicated smile. “My favorite girls, you made it!” The tone of his voice was enough to tell you all he had a few shots before you arrived. Your eyes didn’t linger long on your friend, spotting a taller and equally nervous looking man behind him. “Hey Mark.” He stepped aside from his friend, smiling at you all while his eyes tended to linger on the girl beside you. “Hey y/n, hey joy.” Smiling from ear to ear, she waved at him in response. “Why don’t you two go get a drink and the four of us will meet up later.” Mal gave joy a slight push towards Mark, earning giggles from Sal and Neowa.

“Shall we?” Renjun offered you his arm to which you gladly took as Neowa and Mal locked arms and followed behind you and Renjun. He led you through the crowd of bodies and somehow managed to safely get you all into the kitchen. “Feel free to get a drink, but watch the punch, Haechan spiked it.” Nodding, you made a mental note to eye the punch that whoever he was referring to made. Mal and Neowa unlocked arms to start pouring their own drinks. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Renjun’s cheeks were a light shade of pink as he laughed into you. “Jun, I just got here, but I am enjoying it so far.” Something clicked in his head which triggered even more laughs from him. “You’re right, I’m sorry I think I had a few shots when we texted.”

“It’s okay bubs, you need to let loose.” Laughing, the two of you snickered against each other before Mal offered you the cup she poured for you. “To the party party yeah crew!” Renjun picked up a random cup off the counter and cheered with the three of you, downing whatever was in his cup. Mal and Neowa shared an equal expression to yours as you too downed the liquid, scrunching up your nose at the bitter sweet taste. “Good gravy, what was that?”

“Dunno, but I’m gonna go get another.” Neowa maneuvered herself through the kitchen and off to go get another drink while two boys approached you. “Renjun, Jeno and Jaemin are betting on the next game, you coming?” Renjun’s glossy eyes light up, but his lip puckered out when he turned to you. “I don’t wanna leave you here.”

“I’m not gonna be alone jun, I have mal—“

Just as you turned your head, Mal was too nowhere to be seen. What friends they are, am I right? “Don’t worry about me, go bet on your ping pong game.”

“Actually it’s beer pong—never mind.” The boy walked away to which Renjun followed before shouting out to you something along the lines of ‘don’t go anywhere’. Letting out a sigh, you shift around the kitchen before finding yourself a cheap beer to keep you company. The kitchen area started to get packed and you weren’t feeling comfortable being alone in a sea of strangers, urging you to find somewhere with a bit more breathing space.

Your first thought was to go upstairs, which you did all while trying to avoid being danced on in the process. It seemed pretty successful as you got sight of the staircase. Following up the steps, you try to think of where exactly the top balcony could be, remembering seeing it when you pulled up. People are coming in and out of rooms you’re confident that don’t belong to them, brushing past you with giggles and flushed cheeks as they rush down the stairs. It doesn’t take you long till you find yourself facing the doors to one step of fresh air.

Pushing them forward, you step out and feel the breeze brush against your exposed skin. Somehow you missed the fact that there was someone already out here, leaning against the railing. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see anyone out here—“

He turned his head, just as shocked as you are to see someone else out here. “No, no it’s okay, I just came to clear my head.” Nodding, your eyes stay glued to your feet as you contemplate leaving or standing by the door like a guard. “You can come over, I don’t bite.” The playfulness in his voice was inviting, taking a few steps toward him you find yourself leaning against the railing beside him. “Rough night?”

Letting out a laugh, you shake your head. “Actually no, I just got here and all my friends left before I got a second drink in.” He too laughed, a sound that you could’ve sworn was music to angels. “I understand, my friends all left me for girls or beer pong.”

“It be like that sometimes.” The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, occasionally sneaking glances at each other when the other isn't looking. “You know, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” He looked taken aback, studying your face with seriousness after your confession. “I don’t think I’ve seen you either, if I had I definitely would’ve remembered someone as beautiful as you.”

Laughing, you lean forward a little and watch the people below do various things like make out on the ground or trade illegal substances you don’t want to know about. “Does that line work on all the girls?” He laughs, a wholehearted laugh that brings a smile to your lips. “Never used it before actually, did it work?” The laughter doesn’t seem to end as you nod with giggles coming out. He seems content, smiling to himself as he looks out at the skyline. “I’m y/n by the way, in case you want to put a name to the pickup line you just used.” Turning to face you, you’re surprised to see how focused he is looking at you right now. He takes in a breath, about to say something before he hesitates.

“I’m hyuck.” You mumble the name under your breath, letting it savor in your mind for when you hope to see him again. He, unbeknownst to you, is smiling at the way his nickname rolled off your tongue. “I know this is sudden and I can assure you I haven’t had enough drinks to be this confident, but can I kiss you y/n?” Warmth flooded your cheeks when you looked up and saw how close he had gotten. Usually, this would be the part where you leave him hanging, running back down the stairs to find your friends and avoid him as much as possible. Something about the way he made you feel and how deeply he was looking into your eyes threw all that in the trash and your nod gave him the clear.

Leaning in, he slowly pressed his lips against yours in attempts to savor this moment while it lasted. He wasn’t exactly sure why he felt the need to kiss you so badly, but the urge to pull you in was undeniable. His lips were soft and you could feel his hand hesitating by your arm. You wanted to reach out, to touch him and to bring him against you in hopes the kiss wouldn’t end. Just as your hand shakily reached out for him, the sound of laughter and the doors opening made you both pull apart immediately.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry bro, my bad.” A boy who was stumbling over his own feet immediately retreated with the girl he had clinging into him. Your cheeks were fiery, bringing your hand to your lips while the feeling of his still lingered. “I, uhm, I should go find my friends.” Scurrying off, you left him standing there on the balcony with too many questions and very few answers. All he had was your name and the blueprint of your face in his mind, no number, no social media handles, nothing. Usually this wouldn’t have bothered him, but his heart was telling him he needed to find you again and he was determined to do so.

summary : college was enough to deal with, barely passing classes and struggling to keep up with what was going on in each was a daily struggle. not having time to catch someone’s eye was fine with you, that was until you met him. there was something about him that was enchanting, so you went out to find him, hoping you kept him up the same way he did you.

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estherdedlock · 2 years

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“As a matter of fact,” said Francis, “he was with you.” He glanced at Henry, and to my surprise the two of them began to laugh. “What? What’s so funny?” I said, alarmed. This sent them into fresh peals of laughter. “Nothing,” said Francis at last. “Really, it is nothing,” said Henry, with a bemused little sigh. “The oddest things make me laugh these days.”

I would give anything to know if Donna Tartt herself had any idea what these two jokers were laughing about. Did she know? Or did she just throw this into the scene as an example of how Richard is never really part of the group?

People are always talking about Richard as an unreliable narrator and a clueless idiot and a liar. But I don’t think you can underestimate how much Richard is lied to and manipulated by the rest of them. And they are so, so good at it.

In a passage not long after the one above, Richard accompanies the gang (minus Bunny) on a drive in the country and dinner at an out-of-the-way restaurant frequented only by locals. It’s an odd interlude that seems to go on longer than it should, and not have much impact on anything that comes after it. But it’s the perfect example of why you need to read TSH more than once. It’s only after you know what’s going to happen that a section like this makes sense.

The drive takes place the day after Henry has told Richard about the bacchanal. Camilla goes to Richard’s room and asks him to take a ride with the rest of them. Richard, still burning off some tranquilizer or other, follows Camilla to Commons and finds the other four waiting for him. “The configuration struck me as significant,” he says, “everyone except for Bunny...”

It’s not the absence of Bunny that’s important here, it’s the presence of Richard. They’re at a crucial moment with him. He’s only known about the bacchanal for a few hours, and they can’t take a chance on what he’s going to do next.

Henry has a very sharp understanding of Richard’s insecurity and need to belong...I know he sees Richard more clearly than Richard can see himself. Henry knows that the most vital thing right now is for Richard to feel like one of them, and to begin thinking of Bunny as the outsider.

It’s no coincidence that Camilla is the one who comes to collect Richard for this little jaunt. I’m sure that Henry deliberately sent her up to his room, or she thought of it herself. They know that Richard’s infatuated with her, and so what better way to get his guard down? He’ll follow her anywhere, the poor sap.

After that, everything is very friendly and cozy, even as the countryside they’re driving through grows increasingly ominous:

I found it difficult to get my bearings, and it seemed as if we were heading into strange and unmarked territory...It was dark now. Around us, the countryside lay veiled and mysterious, silent in the night and fog. This was remote, untraveled land, rocky and thickly wooded, with none of the quaint appeal of Hampden and its rolling hills, its ski chalets and antique shops, but high and perilous and primitive, everything black and desolate even of billboards.

I’ve lived in northern New England, and I can attest to the fact that an ordinary drive can go from quaint to creepy in the space of a few miles, especially at dusk in the winter. Donna Tartt uses this real-life regional phenomenon to great effect. She removes Richard from the familiar environs of the campus and casts him into such a foreboding and lonely wilderness that Henry’s car, and the little group of friends inside, feels like a refuge of warmth and fellowship.

For the rest of this scene, Richard sees his friends (at least he thinks they’re his friends) as almost magical. Their elegant appearance arouses curiosity at the rundown inn where they have dinner, but not disapproval. They make a great impression on a young waiter and Richard is awed by Henry’s “genuine knack” with “simple, country folk” and his ability to chat comfortably with the waiter as an equal. The passage closes with Richard realizing that he feels “curiously happy, and at ease with the world.”

It’s notable that immediately after this section, we get page after page of Richard suddenly attuned to Bunny’s faults and transgressions. Eight pages after that dinner at the Housatonic Inn, Richard flatly states that he has grown to “abhor” Bunny. So as far as that little road trip is concerned...mission accomplished.

I’m often relieved that Donna Tartt became a writer, and not just because I love her books. Without such a positive creative outlet, heaven only knows what a mind this diabolical might have gotten up to.

#the secret history #donna tartt #richard papen #henry winter #camilla macaulay #dark academia

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daunsun · 2 years

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Writing prompt, GO

"All I've ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home."

I like fluff

SO ABOUT THAT FLUFF-

Writing this for my library au that I’ve never posted about because yes

Flicking through the book in your hands mindlessly, you tried to relax at the soft feeling of the paper against your fingertips. You hadn’t paid attention to what book you actually picked up, but you had to be given credit for trying to look like you did. The aisle was quiet, as libraries should be of course, but too quiet for you to stay sane. Cold air swept through the ventilation systems, sending chills up your spine you wouldn’t dare attribute to the standoff currently happening. Part of you wondered if an animatronic was capable of hearing heartbeats. You hoped their hearing wasn’t that advanced.

The staring never ceased, no matter how many pages of your book you flicked through. Moon’s gaze was unnerving, which you supposed just made him better at his job of kicking out unwanted guests. You weren’t an unwanted guest, you hoped. Maybe you were right now. The tense silence was practically driving you up the wall, your mind running at a thousand miles an hour. You were supposed to be the intimidating one! Not this jerk-who-you-happened-to-really-enjoy-the-company-of! Shutting the book you were holding with a loud “thump!” and letting out a sigh, you broke the tense air.

“Look dearie, you’re not going to get anything out of me with that stare. Good try though!” You slid the book back where you had gotten it, and gave your animatronic friend a strained grin. Neither of you believed your words, and you knew it. You have a reputation to maintain, however. God, you were tired.

You stepped down from the stool you stood on, relinquishing the little comfort you got from being equal height to Moon. Leaning down to pick up the stool, you swore you heard a very artificial sigh. Eyes darting to where your companion currently stood, you watched as his arms uncrossed and one hand moved to his faceplate. You couldn’t see much further without giving away that you were looking at him though.

“Just-” He started, pausing momentarily. “Why? Can you at least tell me that, dearie?” His tone was dripping with venom, which was understandable given the situation. It’s not like you were the good guy here by any means. Or a victim, at that. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the charade sliding. Slapping a smirk back on your face, you stood up to meet Moon’s neverending gaze.

“No, I can’t.” You let out a small laugh, “Please don’t ask me again.”

He seemed revolted at your smile, squinting as any softness seemed to vanish from his posture. You kept on smiling though. This is what you could do. Make him scared, disgusted with your lightheartedness like everyone else. You were awfully good at that. Maybe you could just ignore the humanity cracking away at your heart. Ignore your erratic heartbeat, or just how cold you felt right now. You could do that.

“I have to, you know I have to.” He pushed further, but you held. “Hell- I certainly can’t let you anywhere near the library unless you do!” Hands gesturing to your surroundings, his voice went from monotone to furious in the blink of an eye. “What am I supposed to tell Sun, huh?”

You had to physically restrain yourself from stating the obvious. You didn’t know. You didn’t know anything. So many times in your life had you heard that the world was your oyster, but right now it felt like the oyster shell was clamping down with you in it. Absentmindedly, you dropped the stool back into its place, making a loud thunk sound throughout the room.

“I’ll take care of it, Moon.” You clenched your teeth. The shell was closing. “Trust me.”

“That’s asking an awful lot of me now, starlight!”

“That’s why I’m asking.”

“Of course, so polite of you! Why don’t I just go on and tell him that the guy tripped on a rock?” He sneered, closing the little space that was between the two of you.

“Moon, please-” Your smile was falling. Slipping, slipping. Down and down into the rabbit hole, Alice. His arm reached towards you.

“‘Moon, please’ what? What could you possibly-!”

The shell shut with a slam.

“Stop! For the love of god- JUST STOP IT!” You barked, almost tripping while backing away from Moon. You slapped his arm away, just barely stopping yourself from unholstering your pistol. He stopped moving. Silence. You needed it to stop.

“I CAN’T explain it to you! I just can’t! All I’ve ever wanted was a place to belong, somewhere to call home and you guys gave it to me dammit! You are my home, and I’m sorry if I don’t want to fucking mess that up like I’ve done everything else by getting you involved in what I have to deal with every single damn day!” Hands running through your hair, you let out a heavy breath of air, lungs burning for the new oxygen.

“I have always tried to keep you out of it! Always! So please, sweetheart, just let me do my fucking job, and you do yours! There is nothing good that could possibly come out of me explaining why I saved your life, nothing!” You gripped your hair, warmth running down your face across your now-flushed cheeks. It was shameful, downright shameful. You knew it. It only made you want to curl up into a ball and hide from the world even more. The world was a blur now, and you could only scramble away from it. A hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you as you met Moon’s gaze once again.

He was taken aback, judging by his now widened eyes, but still holding onto your wrist. No words were spoken. You were scared. He was scared.

“I-” Speaking up, Moon stopped himself. He pulled you in, and you didn’t have any will to protest. Arms wrapped around you, only mildly warmer than the freezing air temperature.

“Tomorrow, then.” His face plate rested on your frazzled and unkempt hair when he finished.

“...Tomorrow.”

#I completely forgot about the fluff thing until halfway through writing this lmao #so sorry but I still hope you enjoy #fnaf moon #library mob au #moon x reader

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69misato69 · 10 months

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can I request a prompt in which somebody is a transmasc character who’s not particularly bottom dysphoric but is uncomfortable with the idea of being penetrated, and/or possibly a top/dom? the characters can be whoever you want, I just don’t see enough transmasc characters who aren’t submissive bottoms and I think your writing is amazing so I have no doubts you could pull it off

i agree. thank you for this noble quest and your kind words. i hope it is to your liking.

top zhongli 🐉 x bottom childe 🐳

⚠️ cw: light bondage / sensory deprivation / praise and degradation, penetration, sub-space

ajax loves the feeling of it.

the softest, finest silk in all the land. nothing but the best for him. it's cool, soothing against his eyelids and temples, lapping around his head.

though he can't see, it must be knotted with a pretty bow right above his nape.

never a plain one, always elaborate and elegant over his eyes, around his neck or his ankles.

a gift best enjoyed like this: wrapped up, tied down, restrained. controlled by the one he can always count on to take good care of him.

only this time, it's a bit frustrating. he's atop strong, resilient thighs — contrary to his own which twitch and quake with every thrust.

soft velvet around his wrists, a vision that's fully blacked out, strong hands keeping him in place and a thick strap tearing his hips apart.

it's a good time. it could be better, though. if zhongli would fuck him all the way through, wrecking ajax where he needs him.

a few minutes, sure. it's only normal. but this, this drives him insane. it's like having his favorite meal when he has a cold. it's incomplete. tie him up neatly and stretch his hole for almost an hour for this?

"i—please... a bit... just..."

god, he sounds so desperate. even when his eyes are veiled he can feel how zhongli is barely breaking a sweat, possibly reveling in the pathetic sight in front of him with a fond smile.

"rambling like that won't get you anywhere, i'm sure you know."

"deeper." he takes a deep breath before speaking.

"why?"

he sounds so genuinely curious. if he didn't know any better, ajax would almost believe him to be clueless.

"you know why! just come on and—"

he snaps, only to regret it immediately at how stern zhongli sounds all of a sudden.

"that's enough. impatient and rude. i don't think i taught you anything of the sort."

the sides of his lips curve downward, involuntary puppy eyes concealed under the blindfold.

"do you think the pout is working?"

"is it?"

"absolutely not."

zhongli is taken aback by his unexpected and fussy state. "is it my fault for spoiling you rotten, ajax? you seem to think that you're entitled to this."

he holds ajax's chin, a strong grip.

"i was... on my best behavior."

"i know that your best behavior isn't humping me like a rabid dog the second i enter through the door."

now that ajax thinks about it, it truly was strange how zhongli didn't even question it.

i missed you zhongli. only that. followed by wet kisses as ajax dragged him to their bedroom and climbed to his lap. zhongli, stripping him — no questions asked. quiet, calm and collected.

he licked into ajax's mouth.

blindfolded him, tied his wrists on his back, fingered him until ajax was crying for the toy circling around his waist.

until he was so weak and needy to have zhongli's fingers and lips where they belong — on him, inside of him. entangled in his hair, inching through his flesh.

consumed by lust, overjoyed with how his prayers were answered one by one — ajax only realizes now that he has to pay for it.

zhongli lays him on the mattress and settles between his legs. a sudden loss of stimulation, but an enticing growl close to his ear.

zhongli's warm breath tickles his insides — "i'll have you as my heart desires. my pretty toy, mine to take. mine to play with. understood?"

every word is torture for his poor heart, even worse for his dick begging to be attended.

yet, he utters a "yes" with all that he's got.

"come on then. do it yourself since you're not satisfied."

ajax feels him pull away, standing up straight on his knees again. his body resting on his wrists, straddled by zhongli's thighs. "how?" inevitably he asks.

"i'm sure you'll figure it out. meanwhile, do tell me why you were in such a hurry today."

ajax takes a moment to raise his hips. he's unstable, wrists slipping to the sides, throwing off his balance every few seconds. the strap loses his hole constantly, eliciting frustrated sighs from his throat.

"i wasn't lying. i had missed you." he complies with the second part of zhongli's order.

"i thought about you all day... at work... i almost broke down in tears when i returned and you weren't home."

thinking back to a few hours ago pains him and embarrasses him beyond belief. pacing through the corridors with the erection he hid with his jacket the entire day.

suddenly he gives up on trying and plops onto the bed, causing zhongli to raise a brow.

airy, floaty, barely piecing his sentences together. he's fading out, slipping into his space purely out of his need for zhongli.

"keep me here all night, if you wish. i'll take it, i'll wait. i'll—" his breath hitches, "—deserve it."

it means nothing without zhongli. it's not a ploy or a trick, ajax is already too far gone to pretend. he's ecstatic and euphoric, ready to take it.

zhongli is more than satisfied with the answer, defiance turned acceptance.

even amidst this fog, he knows how much zhongli needs him too.

he holds ajax's ankles together, placing kisses on his calves before throwing them over his shoulder. not one on each side like he usually does but instead, still together on one side.

there isn't much of a space left inside of him, it's so tight when his legs are pressed together.

ajax would wail with every thrust if he wasn't all softened up and unraveled. but with the pain canceled out, all that remains is the pleasure of zhongli handling him like a toy, fucking him like one — merciless and ruthless, the way he promised. somehow, still so tender.

the strap pierces through him, finally massaging his prostate and abusing it deliciously.

ajax's wrists no longer hurt despite still being crushed under his body. his hips, he can't even tell that zhongli holds them tight enough to draw blood.

there is pleasure. drool dripping from the sides of his wistful and hungry lips. a hand around his leaking cock, occasionally coming up to squeeze the sides of his throat.

he's alive, burning under zhongli's fingertips. squirming for his master. releasing over and over again for him until he's shooting blanks.

"good boy. you make me so proud, ajax... my pride and joy." he coos.

it goes straight to his heart and into his cock, enlarging beyond its limits in zhongli's grasp.

"my adorable pet... how well you take me."

lustful tears induced by his praise are held back by the the blindfold. the edges of it soaked, though not even remotely close to how drenched ajax is.

zhongli watches him attempt to get up, to reach towards him to the best of his ability.

"a kiss? is that what you want?"

with every scene he feels ajax grow more devoted. never forgoing his mischievous ways but finding a strange sense of joy in having them tamed — even if it's for a few hours.

zhongli leans down, fingers brushing against his wet, reddened cheeks.

"you've earned it." he presses a gentle kiss on ajax's salty lips, "one last time for me. okay?"

#fandom asks #completed request #zhongchi #genshin zhongli #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #smut

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✖ Quiet Down Pt. 5 (M) ✖

☆ okay, hi everyone! this story is a renjun x fem reader x haechan story. please look at the pairings to figure out who the part/chapter will be based around. also, the warnings will be based off each part/chapter as well, so please take notice to that too. i hope you enjoy the story! ☆

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 Word Count: approx. 10.8k Pairings (based on each part): haechan x fem reader x renjun Warnings (based on each part): mature audiences only, explicit language, smut, DNI (do not interact) if you are under 18, bathtub smut, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), grinding (no penetration), co-worker relations, consensual relations [this is the most nonsensical part i've written by far but i needed to have them in this situation. it was a necessity!!!!] Preview: Renjun leans down to capture your lips in his. His kiss tighter than before. Thoughts rushing through your mind about him not fully wanting to do this, but the feel of his hands sliding down your waist to your ass where he grips it tightly in his hands — a loud squeak coming from you, has you thinking differently. Your hands slide down his back till you reach the hem of his shirt. Tugging his shirt upwards he gets the signal and pulls from you long enough for you to take off his shirt.

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Looking to your right, Renjun faces forward in front of the buttons to the elevator. Arms folded over his chest an annoyed look on his face. After lunch, you and Renjun just wanted to go back up to the suite, look around, unpack and get some rest. Haechan, however, wanted to see the room that he proclaims will be where he spends most of his long weekend at.

“What’s the bathroom like? Is there really a jacuzzi?! Come on tell me!!” He clings to your arm like a child.

“You’ll find out when we get there,” you force a giggle. Haechan’s incessant questions making you feel guilty that you yourself haven’t gotten to look around. After your time with Renjun – a shy smile coming to your face, the two of you left immediately to get something to eat. You don’t even know where your bags are. The bell dings for your floor. As the door’s part open Haechan springs forward, tugging you along with him. Renjun behind you letting out a huge sigh.

“Come on! Hurry up!” Haechan shouts towards Renjun who’s taking his time walking to the door.

“The room isn’t going anywhere, Haechan.” He snaps.

“Yeah, but with the way you’re walking, grandpa, we’ll have to leave before I even get to see it!”

“Yeah yeah,” Renjun takes out the card key, pressing it against the lock, the light turns green. “Go on,” he opens the door.

Bursting inside Haechan rushes down the small corridor to get into the room. Renjun gestures for you to go in as well. Reaching up you place your palm on his cheek. Leaning in to your touch Renjun inhales and exhales deeply. His eyes already showing signs of fatigue. An unspoken ‘I’m sorry,’ evident on both of your faces.

“No…fucking…way!!!” Haechan shouts. “This room is amazing! Do you see this?!”

The two of you walk down the corridor and upon seeing the room you do everything in your power to keep your jaw from collapsing to the floor. Placed neatly in the corner, your belongings in the immaculate designated living space. Pristine white carpet, with baby blue furniture. A glass coffee table and a large flat screen tv. The curtains opened to showcase the birds eye view of the lake that you were sure you’d explore before you leave this small getaway. To your far left, a small simple kitchen with a sink and microwave is nestled tightly into the room. As you approach the massive window, you see a small town far off in the distance. Knowing Charlotte and Sasha just the mention of a town, will mean one thing and one thing only, shopping.

Heading through the double doors next to the kitchen, you open them up to see an enormous bed. Big enough to fit at least five average sized adults. White bedding and pillows delicately made and placed on top really bringing out the luxurious feeling. And with a light blue throw blanket it ties the living room with the bed room. Two lamps a top two-night stands are on either side of the bed. A tv hangs on the wall opposite of the bed, a flat screen, not as big as the one in the living room but still a decent size. However, what gets your attention is a small envelop placed in the center of the bed.

Renjun grabs the letter his brows knitted together in confusion. “What does it say?” You ask as he opens it.

‘Welcome our esteemed guests! We’re thrilled to have you stay here at the Neozen! We hope you enjoy the luxury suite you so rightfully earned. If there is anything you need do not hesitate to ask. We are at your service and hope you enjoy your stay here.

Sincerely, Timothy Bradshaw (Hotel Manager)

“That was sweet,” you comment.

“I’m never leaving here,” Haechan rushes to the bed flopping on it. The once neat and tidy bed crumpling under him. “Seriously, how much do I have to make to live here permanently?”

Quirking a brow Renjun stares at his friend. “More than you make now that’s for sure.” He walks up to him smacking him on the head with the letter. “Now get up. No one said you can lay on the bed. You wanted to see the room. You saw it, now you can go and keep Charlotte company.”

Waving Renjun off Haechan rolls all over the bed. “She’s going to be on the phone call her husband.” He pretends to puke. “I don’t want to hear all that. Plus,” he pops up eyes locked on you. “The only woman I want to spend time with is our girl right here,” he grabs your hand pulling you to him. Eyes ablaze with the same sensuous stare he gave you almost two hours ago. Your body getting increasingly close to falling on top of him and on top of the bed when a firm grip takes hold of your wrist.

“Not so fast,” Renjun pulls you away from Haechan and into his arms. “No fooling around at all. We all need to get some rest. Especially this one,” he kisses your cheek.

Pouting Haechan holds out his arms waiting for you to come to him. “You don’t want to rest just yet, do you? Look at this room, look at this bed,” he smirks, “it would be a shame if we didn’t take it for a little ride, don’t you think?” He winks.

Shaking your head, you pull away from Renjun and Haechan. “Sorry, but I’m tired and all I want is to take a nice relaxing bath and get some sleep.”

You walk away from them to an already opened door giving you a peek inside the bathroom. Just like the living room everything seemed white and immaculate. Upon entering your jaw falls to the floor, eyes wide. This is literally the bathroom of your dreams! Beautiful white-washed walls, white tilled floors with baby blue accents, every three tiles. A step-in shower, and larger than life bathtub with a marble landing. Granted a couple steps to get into the tub, but it would be a perfect landing to place candles on to give it a true luxury vibe. The tub itself had to be big enough to fit at least four average adults. Granted not comfortably, but still. It was big enough for everyone to squeeze in. In front of the tub, a large window reaching just at the top of the tub. Again, giving a beautiful view of the lake. Your body starts to finally relax after a very long and tiring day.

“You should just go hang out with Jeno and Jaemin. They’re probably playing video games or something.” You hear Renjun still trying to get Haechan out of your shared room.

Haechan groans loudly, “why do I have to leave?”

“Because she’s going to need help taking a bath! That’s why!” Renjun’s voice grows louder the longer Haechan protests. “And she doesn’t need someone around her who’s like a dog in heat!”

“A dog in heat? Are you fucking kidding me? If she doesn’t want to fuck, I get it. I’m not going to force her! Plus, if she wants to take a bath don’t you think it would be best to, I don’t know, call Charlotte up here?” Turning the back of your bandaged hand over your mouth, you hide the growing smile at Haechan’s question. He was right. Charlotte should be the one helping you. It was already hard enough when you needed to use the powder room during lunch. Finding out that it was hard to wash your hands without completely soaking your bandages. Thank goodness for the air dryer.

“Admit it! You just want her all to yourself! This nice boy act of yours is getting old.” Haechan appears in front of you with a shell-shocked Renjun trailing behind him.

“I-I-I have no ill intentions with her! Y-You!” Renjun grabs Haechan’s forearm, “you’re the one who can’t control himself!”

Scoffing Haechan yanks his arm away from Renjun. “Start getting ready, I’ll draw the bath.” The sensuous gleam in his eyes is replaced by annoyance as he walks past you and to the tub.

Looking back at Renjun his expression seems to mirror yours. Sighing he nods his head. “Go on,” he walks further into the bathroom. “I wonder if they have any towels in here,” he whispers to himself.

They had to be joking, right? Turning to the bedroom where the doors out to the living room are opened you wonder if you should get your phone and send a quick text to Charlotte. An S.O.S to cut her call to Richard short and get her ass up here.

“What? Do you need some help?” Haechan whispers in your ear making you scream.

“Wh-What is it?!” Renjun pops his head around the door of the linen closet.

“She was lost in thought is all,” Haechan tries to give his most innocent smile. “So,” he turns his attention back to you. “Are you going to need some help?” He wraps his arms around your waist.

“Haechan!” You warn him but at the same time your heart starts to beat faster.

Clearing his throat, Renjun stares pointedly at Haechan. “I found some towels as well as some bath salts,” he lowers his gaze to you. “Shall I put some in the bath for you?”

“Uh, no, that’s okay…” you swiftly move out of Haechan’s arms. “I, um,” you turn back to see the bath completely filled up with water. “Can you, uh, tu-turn around?” You ask shyly, face starting to heat up.

“Baby,” Haechan chuckles. “We’ve seen you naked already.”

“I know,” you lower your head. “But this is…different…”

“As you wish,” Renjun speaks up. “Just…be careful, okay?” Renjun asks.

“Mmmm…”

Grabbing Haechan’s shoulders Renjun turns him around and follows suit. Squinting you wait to see if they would try to steal a glance your way and when they don’t you take a deep inhale and start with your shirt. Pulling the fabric over your head you drop it to the floor. Your shoes, jeans, and socks come off next – the whole time you stare at the backs of Haechan and Renjun making sure they keep their promise. Gaining the courage, you slip out of your undies and bra. Swiftly, you scurry to the bathtub. Trying your best not to hurt yourself you step into the warm water, an exhale pouring past your lips when you finally sit down in the sizzling water – a great relief for your aching body.

“I’m guessing we can look now,” Haechan snickers.

“Y-Yeah…”

Slowly, Haechan and Renjun turn around. Curling yourself up into a small ball, face burning, every hair on your body standing on end as their eyes peer down at you. Wanting desperately to wrap your arms around yourself, you keep close to the side of the tub, making sure your breasts are casted in as much shadow as possible — hands dangling over the edge.

“Is the water, okay?” Haechan asks walking up to you.

“Yeah, it’s nice and warm.” You turn your head shyly. “Thank you,” you mumble.

“Okay genius,” he looks back to Renjun. “How do you propose we do this?”

Renjun looks down at you then to Haechan. Face turning beet red he clears his throat. “I-I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I didn’t really think that far...”

Snickering Haechan shakes his head. “Maybe we should get Charlotte,” he stands up, hands going to the bottom of his shirt. “Or, we can just do this…” His voice trails off as his shirt is pulled over his head.

“Wh-What the fuck are you doing?!” Renjun squeals, dropping the towels on the floor.

Paying no mind to Renjun, Haechan discards his shirt off to the side of the tub where you had placed your clothes. With your eyes wide open you take in his smooth honey skin. Lips parting your gaze travels from his navel up his stomach — just like Renjun’s, his stomach is flat and smooth. Continuing your obvious ogling your eyes skate over his chest to his broad shoulders. Your tongue sliding across your lips when your eyes meet his. Now coming to terms that no matter how hard you try and resist, Haechan will never play fair. He will always and forever have some strange effect on you that has you wanting to throw caution to the wind and give in to him.

“Ya!” Renjun grabs Haechan’s shoulder yanking him around to look at him. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Shrugging Haechan turns back to look at you. “Someone needs to be in there with her. I thought you would have brought it up since it seemed like you wanted to assist her with her bath anyway. I mean that’s what you wanted to do in the first place, right?” Haechan leans into Renjun, lips pressed against his ear. “Have her all to yourself. Using the lame ass excuse to help her only to fuck her instead.”

“Th-That’s not what would have happened!” Renjun pushes Haechan away from him. “A-And how the hell is you getting into the tub with her going to help her? We can easily help from the outside. There’s no need to —"

Haechan kicks off his shoes and takes off his socks. “It’s either you or me,” he rolls his eyes. “Do you want to get into the tub with her and help? One of us needs to make sure that her hands don’t get wet. So, that means one of us needs to be on the outside. I’ll ask you again, do you want to be in or out?”

Renjun’s jaw tightens. Fists clenching together until his knuckles turn white. “Maybe calling Charlotte is a better idea.”

Shrugging Haechan takes a seat on the steps leading to the tub. “Doesn’t matter to me. I’m shocked you didn’t do that in the first place. Admit it, you wanted to have your way with her in the tub, didn’t you?” Haechan looks down at you a smirk starting to show at the corner of his mouth. “I think our Renjunie wanted to fuck you but was too shy to say it.” He pouts cutely.

Lifting your gaze to Renjun you take in his stunned face. Ears and cheeks full on red like he was two seconds from blowing up. He looks at you, his body becoming rigid. There is no doubt in your mind that if Renjun was the one to help you, all alone, without anyone around – you would be the one initiating everything wanting to fuck him. After seeing him coming undone by your mouth just a few hours ago made one thing clear, you were nowhere near done with him. Already feeling your chest rising and falling quickly, face warming up, you clench your legs together tightly.

Shaking his head in protest, eyes trembling he turns from both of you. “You’re really a dick sometimes, Haechan.” He sighs. “Do whatever you want. Just no funny business. Got it?!” He warns.

Nodding Haechan gives him a small salute. “Yes, sir!” Haechan stands turning to face you, his back to Renjun. Reaching down to the button on his jeans he glances over his shoulder to find Renjun’s eyes burning a hole into his back. “Are you going to watch me undress or can I have a little privacy as well?” He asks with a cheeky grin.

Spewing curses under his breath, Renjun turns around. Trying your best not to smile at how adorable Renjun looked you covered your mouth with the back of your hand. Something about seeing Renjun’s feathers ruffled was strangely attractive. Never before had you liked the idea of deliberately pissing someone off, but with Renjun, there was something so innocent about his tantrums. The way his face and ears get bright red. His hands balling up into the tiniest fists, the look of pure shock and devastation on his face. Again, you find yourself clenching your legs together. This was getting crazy. The thought of pissing Renjun off shouldn’t make you want to fuck him so bad, and yet it does…

Once Renjun’s back is facing both of you, Haechan turns back giving you a strange look. A churning in your stomach has you shifting in the water. His eyes screaming that he was thinking of nothing but mischief. Unbuttoning, unzipping and pulling his pants down, Haechan steps out of his jeans without breaking eye contact with you. A huge part of you wanting to look away. To give him the privacy you asked for, but with the way he’s staring at you, there was no way you can look away even if you wanted to. Eyes burning, lips parted, his body somehow growing even richer in color as he slides his fingers under the waistband of his briefs.

Glancing down for just a second, you find a wet stain on his briefs. Your breath hitches. Body igniting in flames. The taste of his cum resurfacing to your mind. Lips chapped and dry you lick them anxious to wrap them around his length. Grinning, the first sign of his own sinful thoughts, Haechan removes his briefs, his cock twitching to life.

Fully naked, he walks up to you the short distance that separated the two of you. Your mouth mere inches from his length you look up at him. Waiting for him to give you the signal to wrap your lips around him, or for him to pull your face to him, SOMETHING that would give you a sign that he wanted you to suck him off as much as you wanted to.

Smiling down at you, he cups your cheek in his hand. Readjusting yourself you get on your knees ready to do whatever it is that he wants you to do. Tugging you forward, you eagerly move close to him. You lick your lips once more, as your eyes tremble, your body coming alive with anticipation. Just when you’re a mere lick from tasting the tip of his cock he moves back and dips down capturing your lips with his.

A moan comes from you. An irritated, distressed moan. The fucking tease! Pulling back with the most salacious smirk you’ve ever seen he climbs into the tub with you, sighing as he slides further into the water. Wrapping his arms and legs around you from behind he snuggles up to you.

“If only we were alone,” he whispers in your ear. “We could really have some fun.”

Renjun growls. “Are you done yet?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe give us about thirty or forty minutes.” Haechan teases.

“Fuck you!” Renjun turns around his eyes bulging out. “What the hell man?! Get away from her! Remember you promised no funny business!” He stomps up to the tub. “We help her and she gets out to get dried off and you can take a shower, a bath, or skinny dip in the lake I don’t give a shit, but NO FUNNY BUSINESS!”

Wrapping his arms around your waist tightly Haechan rests his chin on your shoulder. “Yes, mother…I know,” he sighs. “Now hurry up and grab the shampoo before the water gets cold.”

Renjun grabs the towels from the floor, drops them in front of the tub before kneeling down onto them and grabs the shampoo. Haechan moves back to allow you to dunk your head into the water. Doing his part in helping by scooping up some water and pouring it over your hair that you couldn’t reach.

Honestly speaking, this is the weirdest moment you’ve ever found yourself in. Not only would it be nerve-wrecking to have one person help you take a bath, Charlotte, Sasha, or another guy, or female friend it didn’t matter – having someone help you cleanse your body is awkward, but even so, having someone wash your hair was actually…

wonderful!

Renjun’s fingers feel like magic as he massages your scalp. Your body turning to mush in his expert fingers. On top of that both he and Haechan start to sing softly, lulling you into your own world. From the shampoo to conditioner, you’re pampered like a queen. Both men working together to make sure you’re feeling as comfortable as possible. The yearning for both men subsiding as you just want to give into the feeling of being taken care of. As Haechan was rinsing out the conditioner you couldn’t control the smile on your face.

Chuckling Renjun rinses off his hands in the water, “having fun?” He asks you.

“Yes!” You giggle. “I could get used to this,” you admit.

“Anytime you want a little pampering you know who to ask,” Haechan pushes your hair to the side placing a single kiss on your neck.

“Mmm…I do…” you relax in his arms.

“I-I-It’s time to you know…” Renjun stutters. The relaxation you felt disappears in a matter of seconds. Sitting up fully you look between the two men. Pulse quickening you go to cover your body with your arms when Renjun stops you. “Your hands!” He shouts.

“Baby,” Haechan wraps his arms around your waist. “We’ve seen your body. We know what you look like. You’re beautiful,” he kisses your temple. “You have nothing to feel shy about. Plus, it’s not like this wouldn’t have happened in the future.” He chuckles.

“Haechan…” Renjun sighs.

“Just because you’re shy to admit that you’d want to have your way with her in the bathtub doesn’t mean I’m shy. If you weren’t here, I’d have her screaming my name already.” He slides one hand down from around your waist to just inches above your now pulsing core.

Gasping your head whips back to look at him. He winks as his fingers walk down further. “Haechan!” You warn him.

Shrugging he laughs happily. “Shall we use a washcloth or would you prefer my hands?” He starts to tickle your waist making you squeak and scramble to where Renjun was.

“Haechan! Stop! Stop!” You try to get away, your bottom lifting up from the water.

“Now this is a much better view…” he grips your ass in hands. With your body leaning over the tub onto the landing, he shifts behind you.

“STOP. RIGHT. THERE!” Renjun shouts. “KNOCK! IT! OFF!”

Before Haechan could even think about doing something else he falls back into the tub, but not before splashing water over your back, hitting Renjun as well. The bottom of his shirt getting soaked.

“You’re killing me here!” He pouts. “We have the sexiest woman in the world between us, naked, and you’re still acting like a prince.” Looking behind you, Haechan grabs a bar of soap that was left for you to use, unwraps it, and grabs a washcloth. “Fine. If I can’t have fun with her in the tub let’s just get this done and over with. Plus, the waters getting cold.”

He dips the wash cloth into the water and gets straight to work. Starting with your back he brushes over your skin gently. The room thick with unspoken words. Renjun’s eyes watching carefully at what Haechan’s doing. Making sure that the promise of no funny business was sure to be kept. Haechan, despite not being able to see him, you can tell he was fuming. He wasn’t cracking any jokes, wasn’t trying to touch you inappropriately, the tension building between the two of them making the relaxing atmosphere dissipate quickly.

Haechan moves closer to you. His legs wrapping around your body, cock flush against you. A whimper comes past your lips as your bottom lip gets snagged between your teeth. Even though you’ve done nothing to assist in Haechan’s antics, he was still hard. Either his thoughts are running rampant despite his argument with Renjun, or he has amazing stamina. Thinking the former, you squeak when he pulls you flush against his chest.

Renjun sits up, his head turning to you. Hands still over yours as he makes sure that you don’t accidently put them down into the tub. Your breasts on full display for Renjun and whoever the hell could possibly enter your room – Haechan starts to wash over your breasts. Your head turns away from Renjun, as your front is covered in soap, Haechan’s fingers accidently brushing over your nipples. Doing your best not to make a sound, you keep yourself quiet by biting your bottom lip. Eyes clenched shut he takes twice as long to wash your breasts as he did your back.

The washcloth leaves your breasts and skates over your arms, and underarms before dipping down into the water. Expecting to have the soap removed from you, you squeal when Haechan’s hands, replace themselves with the washcloth.

“H-Haechan!” You squeak.

Gaining Renjun’s attention he turns back to see his friend massaging your breasts. The blood draining from his face, Renjun stares you both down. “Sorry man,” Haechan chuckles from behind you. “I can’t keep my promise,” he grips your breasts firmly in his hands, a loud moan escaping you. “Someone’s sensitive,” he chuckles. “You like it when someone plays with your breasts?” He asks you in such a condescending voice that you want to turn around and hit him, but when his fingers start playing with your nipples the thought vanishes.

“Y-Yes…” you become putty in his hands.

“See, she wants this as much as we do,” Haechan kisses your cheek. “Don’t you, baby?”

“Mmmhmm…” you hum lost in the feeling of his hands on you.

Dipping his hands down into the water he brings them up along with the washcloth and starts to wash away the soap. “You wanted this from the moment you mentioned taking a bath, didn’t you?”

“E-Eh?” You gasp. “N-No…I-I didn’t…I swear!”

Chuckling, Haechan clears the soap around your breasts, giving Renjun a very nice view. “Sure, baby, whatever you say.” He rinses you off until you’re cleaned. “Then it must have started when you were two seconds from taking my cock into your mouth like a hungry slut,” he dips his hand into the water where your legs were clenched tightly.

“HAECHAN!” Renjun roars.

“Shut it! You’re just as horny as we are. You’re two seconds from bursting through your jeans. Don’t think I didn’t notice how hard you’ve been this whole fucking time. How you’ve managed this long is beyond me.” He shakes his head, “come on, baby, spread your legs for me.” He whispers. Shaking your head no, you try your best to keep your legs clenched tightly. “No? You sure?”

“Haechan, please…” you whimper.

“Please, what?” He tilts his head to see you better. “Is our baby shy?” He snickers. “Why are you acting like this? Renjun’s already tasted that sweet pussy of yours. I’m sure he wants to taste you again. Isn’t that right, Renjun?” The way he says Renjun’s name is not in a question, but a statement. A signal to Renjun to get on board or get out of the way.

“Fuck you, Haechan.” Renjun snaps. “Come on, let’s get you out. Sasha or Charlotte can help you again tomorrow,” he grabs hold of your hands gently.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to fool around in the bathtub. You did, badly. It’s the fact that Renjun has kept his promise. He’s done his utmost best to keep himself under control because he promised you that you would have time to rest. Knowing that he’s probably in pain, the impression of his cock becoming quite visible through his jeans, you just want to get out and dried off. Knowing full well that later, you can help Renjun find a better release.

Sitting up, you allow Renjun to pull you up to get out of the tub when Haechan sits up quickly. Wrapping his arms around you completely, his body hovers over you. Cock pressed against the crease of your ass. “Haechan!” Renjun warns.

“Not so fast. She hasn’t been properly bathed. We need to clean the lower half of her body,” he slides a hand from around your waist to between your legs. Immediately, you moan inches from Renjun’s face. “I’ve got the perfect way for us to clean her,” Haechan kisses your back as he slides a finger inside of you.

“Fuck!” Your head falls to your chest.

“She’s really wet, Renjun.” He slides another finger inside of you. “Her pussy is begging for us,” he slides his fingers in and out of you slowly.

“You promised…” Renjun says softly. His voice so quiet you think you misheard him. Lifting your head up you meet his gaze. Pupils dilated. Tongue skating across his dry lips. Chest rising and falling quickly. Face still flushed, but there was something in his eyes. The sweet Renjun gradually disappearing the longer Haechan goes on about how your pussy is clenching around his fingers. “Fuck it,” he growls.

And just like that you’re being pulled to him. Lips slamming against yours. Renjun’s lips move across yours hungrily. Not giving you a chance to get used to the pace he was setting. Hands frantically wrapping around your waist tightly. Yanking you out of Haechan’s grasp and into his. Feeling off balance you squeak into the kiss, only to feel Haechan’s hands steadying you at your hips. A quiet, ‘damn, Renjun’ coming from him.

“I’m sorry,” Renjun whispers against your lips, as he still attacks you in kisses. “I need you…” He confesses, his tongue gliding over your lips asking for entrance. Opening up, he slides his tongue into your mouth. Both of you moaning the moment your tongues slide against each other’s.

“Once again it takes me to get you to act on what you want,” Haechan chuckles from behind you.

“Fuck off,” Renjun pulls back to spit the insult towards Haechan. His hands cup your cheeks as he peers into your eyes. “Are you okay with this?” He gives you a peck on the lips before moving to your cheek and down along your jawline. His lips soft and supple against your burning skin.

Giggling when he reaches a particular sensitive spot on your neck, brightly marked by Haechan, you nod your head. “Yes, if you are.”

Smiling back at you he kisses you again, this time gently. Diving into the sweet rhythm he’s setting you wrap your arms around his shoulders, while his arms wrap around your waist. Pulling you flush against him you gasp at the feeling of his clothed length pressing against you. A deep churning in the pit of your stomach has you mewling into the kiss. Desperate for some form of relief between your legs.

“Don’t forget about me,” Haechan squeezes your ass in his hands.

Breaking away from the kiss with Renjun, you turn back to see Haechan with a deep pout on his face. Eyes sad like a puppy. Giggling you open your arms and he swoops in for a passionate kiss. Lips moving across yours hastily. Desperation evident in the way he’s kissing you. Teeth clashing against each other’s you try your best not to smile or giggle. Even though Renjun is the clear winner for restraining himself, Haechan deserves at least an honorable mention. He grabs the sides of your face in his hands as he deeps the kiss, your body bending back. Haechan withheld for as long as he possibly could and with his drive, this was a magnificent feat in itself.

“I want to feel your lips on me so bad,” he mumbles against your lips.

“I want to taste you again,” you mumble back face burning brightly.

Haechan holds you tight against him. His hardened length pressed against your stomach. Wanting nothing more than to get on your knees, your hands gripping the side of the tub while Haechan used your mouth to get him off, you glance to the side to find Renjun with his gaze away from the two of you. Your gut knotting and core pulsing with a magnificent idea. Holding out your arm you call for him.

“Renjun,” he looks at you, eyes so sweet and wide. As if he would do anything for you. Which you were hoping was true. “Let’s all play together,” you suggest.

Haechan turns his body slightly, keeping his lower half firmly pressed against you. “What do you say, Junie? Should we show her a good time?”

“Is this what you want?” Renjun asks you.

Nodding you pull from Haechan, take two steps to Renjun, your arms open wide for him. “Yes, I do.”

Renjun leans down to capture your lips in his. His kiss tighter than before. Thoughts rushing through your mind about him not fully wanting to do this, but the feel of his hands sliding down your waist to your ass where he grips it tightly in his hands — a loud squeak coming from you, has you thinking differently.

Your hands slide down his back till you reach the hem of his shirt. Tugging his shirt upwards he gets the signal and pulls from you long enough for you to take off his shirt.

“So, who’s getting what?” Haechan presses his chest to your back, cock grazing the crease of your ass.

“No actual fucking,” Renjun warns. A shiver rolls over you in both disappointment and anticipation. The thought of both of them using you at the same time has you pressing your ass against Haechan’s length. “No offense, but I don’t want to see you fucking her,” Renjun lifts your chin so you’re looking at him. “Or at all,” he kisses you gently.

Haechan scoffs his hips bucking into you making you collide with Renjun. “Let’s not start a fight,” his steely gaze goes past you to Renjun. “So, baby, what do you want? We’ll leave everything up to you.”

“I want to taste you,” you turn to face Haechan. “Please, let me taste you…” you purr.

A bright smile spreads across his face. “Of course,” he pecks your nose. “What do you want Renjun to do?”

Blushing you glance back, swaying where you stand. With Haechan you’re not afraid to say your inner most desires. His boldness cutting through every awkward moment like a knife, but Renjun, sweet and adorable Renjun — saying what you want feels like an outright sin!

“I-I,” you stammer. “Can I…I mean…I want you to…” you shake your head, your hands covering your face. “I can’t say it!”

Chuckling Haechan bends down to your ear, “you want him to eat you out again, don’t you?” He asks loud enough for Renjun to hear.

Haechan’s question has Renjun standing up straighter. Heat rising to his cheeks instantly and blood pooling at his groin. Nodding you keep your face covered the heat you feel burning you.

“Tell him that’s what you want. Don’t be shy, baby.”

“R-Ren…Renjun, I want…you…” you cry out a whine. “I can’t say it! I can’t!”

Renjun’s asks softly, “what do you want me to do?”

“I want…to…” you say slowly. “I…want…to…” sighing heavily you do the only thing you can do, rush the rest out and pray that he understands you. “Sit on your face.” You turn around facing Haechan’s chest, his arms wrapping around you.

“Damn,” he chuckles. “Now that’s hot!”

“O-Okay,” Renjun whispers.

“Perhaps you should lose the jeans?” Haechan suggests. “Unless you don’t mind your clothes getting wet. While he’s getting ready,” he dips down kissing your cheek. “Why don’t you get on all fours.”

He points with his eyes to the landing of the tub. There was enough space for Haechan to sit down, for you to be on your hands and knees and for Renjun to — you still can’t say it…

Listening to Haechan, you climb out of the water and get onto your knees, sitting in a submissive pose. Behind you, you hear rustling and turn back to find Renjun stepping out of his pants. His cock hard with a wet stain at the tip. Your core convulses with anticipation of having Renjun’s sweet lips latched onto you. Growing anxious you spread your legs wider, some of your juices dripping down onto the marble landing.

“Come here baby,” Haechan draws your attention back to him. Sitting in front of you, one leg in the tub, the other hanging over the edge of the landing — he strokes his cock, warming himself up. “Wanted this all day,” he confesses. Eyes hooded with arousal.

Planting yourself in front of his length you watch him pleasure himself. His chest rising and falling, eyes almost closing – head falling back as a particular stroke has him bucking himself into his hand. Your mouth hangs open. Your lips dry. Marveling at the man in front of you, a pair of hands makes you squeak.

“Just me,” Renjun chuckles, ears and face bright red. Laying under you, he taps on your legs for you to spread them wider. A cold sweat washes over you like waves on the shore. Trying your best to not drool from your lower lips onto Renjun, you position yourself over his mouth.

“Open wide~” Haechan says a moan at the end of his voice. Turning back, he has since moved closer to you. His cock mere inches from your lips. Giving your lips a good lick, you lower yourself down giving the tip a little kiss. “Shit…” Haechan curses. His eyes rolling to the back of his head. Not wanting to waste any time, you dive down taking his cock into your mouth. “Fuck! Yes, baby!” His hand gathers a chunk of your hair.

As you’re gulping Haechan down, you lower yourself to Renjun. Jerking forward, a moan vibrating against Haechan’s length, when Renjun kitten licks your clit. Placing kisses against your sensitive nub, he takes his time tasting every inch of you. Tongue swirling all around you. Gracing your entrance before he sucks on your clit.

“So sweet…” he mumbles against your soaking lips.

“Best pussy I’ve ever tasted,” Haechan chimes in. Renjun hums in agreement. “Not a bad mouth on her as well,” he continues. “Taking my cock so well,” he groans when you hollow your cheeks sucking as hard as you can – heading for the tip. “So, fucking good,” he grips your hair tighter. Pulling back gasping for air you stare up at Haechan. “You look amazing with my cock in your mouth,” he removes his hand from your hair placing it onto your cheek. “Renjun eating you out nicely?”

Nodding you let out a small whimper when Renjun licks a long stripe from your convulsing hole to your clit. “Feels so good, Renjun…” you move your hips against his tongue. “S-So…” you start to grind on top of him, his hands going up to grip your thighs. “So good!” You cry out in ecstasy.

Your grind your pussy against Renjun’s tongue, the feeling far to consuming for you to pay attention to Haechan. Chasing your release, Renjun reaches up placing his hands on your hips pulling downwards. Making you slide your legs out more, your pelvis now resting fully on his face. He sucks and gobbles you down like a starved animal. His gasps for air only being shut out when he dives back in to suck on you. “Holy shit, Renjun!” You scream, body trembling. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

Haechan watches the two of you, a smirk on his face – his cock in his hand. Gently stroking up and down his length he keeps his eyes on you. How your eyes are clenched tight. Lips parted gasping for air, spewing out curses and cries of pleasure. Your breasts moving along with your hips, swaying hypnotically. He bites his lower lip, eager to feel your mouth on him again.

“Cum for him, baby,” Haechan’s voice brings you back to reality. Opening your eyes, you see him stroking his length. Bottom lip being gnawed by his top teeth, eyes hooded with lust. “I want you to cum for Renjun, okay?” He asks.

“Mmhmm,” you nod.

Moving your hips faster you feel the familiar pressure build up inside of you. Your stomach igniting with fire. Eyes shooting open. Your voice becoming sore when you stop all together – eyes fluttering and rolling back into your head pleading for Renjun to keep sucking on your clit.

“Yes! Yes! Right there!” Your body starts to lean back. Hands gripping Renjun’s thighs. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Gripping your thighs with all his might Renjun sucks on your clit with his tongue slithering out to slurp up your leaking essence. “Son of a – FUCK!” You scream when your orgasm hits you like a blow to the gut.

Your whole-body trembles and jerks around. Renjun, holding you still in his arms while you ride off the feeling. Eyes going black your voice disappearing as one final jerk of your body brings air back into your lungs.

“Shit! Okay, okay!” You giggle loudly making Haechan chuckle as well. “Y-You can st-stop,” you shiver from the after effects. With one more lick of his tongue from your entrance to your clit Renjun takes in the last bit of your release. “You did so well, Renjun,” you slither down his body. His lips swollen, face wet from your release and his saliva. “So, well…”

Sticking out your tongue you lick up the mess you caused before sliding your tongue into his mouth. Tasting yourself on him has you grinding your hips against his pelvis. A low breathy moan escapes Renjun’s lips. “Don’t stop, please,” he whispers against your lips.

Smiling you sit up, resting your hands on his chest while you continue to move your hips on top of his. Not fully down from your first orgasm you can already feel yourself gearing up for your second one. The dreamy look on Renjun’s face helping you get there faster.

“Does it feel good, Renjun?” You ask him. Glancing at the wet mark of his briefs now larger than before.

“So good,” he moans his eyes closing shut.

“I bet I can make it feel even better,” you bend down to his ear whispering.

“Wh-what?” He asks. Sliding off of him you crawl down to knees, when he gives your ass a light slap. Gasping, you look back to see a cheeky smile on his face. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Didn’t know you were like that,” Haechan cackles. “You always hate it when I slap your ass.”

“No shit sherlock,” Renjun spats, sitting up slightly to look at him. “Who wants their ass smacked by their male friend? Do you know how many people thought we were gay in the office? At least once a month I had to convince people I wasn’t gay and we,” he gestures to Haechan and himself. “Weren’t in a relationship. Really pissed me off…” he scoffs.

The room goes quiet as you have now become frozen. Your hand stills in the air over the waistband of Renjun’s underwear. There was more than just yourself that thought Renjun was gay?! Slightly not surprised, and feeling less guilty – you’re aware of the guilt washing over you. How could you have been one of the people who thought this way about Renjun? Sighing louder than what you wanted, a hand on your knee has your eyes shifting to see Haechan and Renjun looking at you suspiciously.

“Wh-What?” You ask them gulping loudly.

“Please tell me…you didn’t…” Renjun whispers.

Rolling his eyes, Haechan sits cross-legged with a look of pure shock on his face. “You can’t be serious…”

“I-I ne-never thought you were gay!” You point to Haechan with your chin before looking down at Renjun. “Sorry, Renjun.” You slide a finger under the waistband. “It’s just… I never saw you flirting with anyone or talking to anyone but Haechan and the guys. Plus, you’re so sweet, and cute, and who wouldn’t want to be your boyfriend…or girlfriend…” you mumble the last part. “But now I know that is the farthest thing from the truth…so…can you forgive me…?”

Looking down at him you give him your best puppy eyes. Even throwing in the pouty lips for added effect. A long-drawn-out sigh leaves him, his body falling back onto the chilly marble landing. “Of course, I forgive you,” he rolls his eyes. “But we’re going to have a long talk about this later on, got that?” He playfully glares at you.

“Yes, sir!” You salute.

“Good, now, what were you about to do?”

Smirking, you lick your lips before yanking down his briefs, “this!” Getting on top of Renjun just as he freaks out from what you just did – him screaming for Haechan to look away, you push his shoulders back down onto the marble landing. “Relax, Renjun,” you giggle. “This is going to make both of us feel really good,” you kiss his nose.

Placing yourself over his hardened length both of you cry out from the contact. Sliding your hips up and down over his cock you start to shiver. This has always been something you’ve wanted to try. Your boyfriends of the past wanting to get to the deed so quick that foreplay in itself was a myth, but not with Renjun. With Renjun, everything he’s shown you screams I-want-to-take-things-slow. So, this moment, and with Renjun, was your chance to take action on one of your fantasies.

“Fuck~” You whimper.

“Holy shit,” Renjun’s hands grab hold of yours. “F-Feels s-so good…” he moans.

“Don’t forget about me, baby,” Haechan walks over to you, back in the tub. Wiggling his brow for you to take care of him too.

“Of course not,” you giggle.

Haechan’s hand guides you back down onto his cock. The moment your lips wrap around his length his eyes close shut, his head falling back. With your hips moving slowly against Renjun, you focus on getting Haechan off first. Having left him high and dry when Renjun was helping you find your release. Gulping Haechan down, Renjun holds you from falling over. Bobbing your head up and down you hollow your cheeks, slowly raising your head to the tip of his cock.

“Shit, baby…” Haechan hisses.

“You like that?” You ask kissing the head of his cock.

“So, fucking much,” he pulls you forward, begging for you to do it again. Taking Haechan into your mouth again, you try to go further down his shaft. “F-Fuck yes…” his grip in your hair tightens. “Keep going baby,” he instructs.

Having to pull your hands away from Renjun’s, you grip the base of Haechan’s cock while your other hand rests on his thigh. Slowly but surely, you make it almost to the hilt when you gag around him. Pulling back gasping for air a thick strand of saliva falls from the tip of his cock into the tub.

Haechan looks down at you, a cocky look on his face. “Having a hard time taking me in, are you?”

Smirking you pull him closer to you by his ass, causing the sardonic look on his face to vanish. “No, just getting warmed up is all.”

Plunging back down on his length you work your way lower and lower. Doing your best not to breathe when you finally reach the base of his cock. Haechan’s hands grip your head, keeping you in place. Eyes hooded, he stares down at you while you look up at him. Your eyes starting to tear up.

“Hold it, hold it…” he groans eyes fluttering shut.

You start to wiggle in his hold, Renjun now the one sliding his cock between your dripping folds – continuing to build you up for another orgasm. A couple more seconds pass when Haechan pulls back and you’re free from his length. Coughing, you catch your breath before cry after cry leaves you.

“Yes, yes,” you chant feeling pressure building in your lower stomach. “Fuck, don’t stop, Renjun…”

“I-I-I… can’t… hold out much longer!” Renjun cries out along with you.

Moving your hips with lightning speed you rev up not only your release but Renjun’s as well. Haechan pumps his length watching you work your magic, he too feeling his own release closing in quickly.

“Shit! Baby, please!” He shouts pulling your face to his length.

Wrapping your mouth around him, he juts his hips forward. Cock sliding in and out of your mouth rapidly. Guzzling him down, your body convulses when Renjun pulls your hips down onto him harder, the tip of his cock rubbing against your overly sensitive nub just right, that you climax instantly. Moaning around Haechan, he holds your head in place as he shoots his hot white strands into your mouth. Still convulsing, your mind leaves your body into a stratosphere of pleasure and lust.

Renjun slides himself through your dripping folds three more times when his hips jut upwards. White strands shoot from him onto his stomach. A loud whimper coming from him. Slowly all three of you settle down from your highs. Haechan pumping himself gently into your mouth before pulling back. His cum dripping from your lips, he bends down licking up the remaining bits, tasting himself in the process. Swallowing his cum you shiver as the familiar taste dances across your taste buds.

“So sexy,” Haechan pulls you in for a kiss. “Can’t wait to have all of you,” he whispers against your lips.

“Haechan~” you whimper from the mere thought of his cock inside of you.

With one final kiss Haechan moves away from you a smirk laced on his lips. “How did it feel, Junie?” He glances down to Renjun who has since gone quiet, chest rising and falling heavily. A look of satisfaction on his face.

“Amazing…” he sighs, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “How did it feel for you?” He opens one of his eyes peeking at you a goofy smile on his face.

Giggling you lower yourself down, so he can hug you better. “Fantastic!”

“Just wait till we fuck you properly,” Haechan slides into the chilly water, resting his head against the edge of the tub on the opposite side you and Renjun were at. “It’ll be mind blowing, won’t it, Renjun?”

Below you, Renjun’s body stiffens. His arms going slack. Looking down you take notice to the trembling of his eyes. The tightness of his jaw and the goosebumps forming on his arms.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up and you can get some rest?” Renjun asks tapping your waist. Nodding you slide off of him and into the chilly water.

Renjun doesn’t wait for Haechan to help him, he has you standing up while he personally cleans off your legs and stomach where some of his cum smeared onto you. Rinsing you off when you’re all done, he helps you out of the tub and into one of the fluffy white towels that were still on the floor where he was kneeling. Telling you that he and Haechan will be in to help you once they themselves have cleaned off, he taps your behind making you giggle.

As you dry yourself off to the best of your ability, the shower starts and a heavy sigh that sounds like Renjun fills the bathroom. Chuckling, you toss the towel off to the side, and grab hold of the nightgown that was provided for you. Just as soft and fluffy as the towel, you’re wrapped in a cocoon of comfort. Fatigue starts to settle in rapidly. Your body growing sore from today’s excursions. Crawling into bed you rest your head just for a second before you dig through your belongings to find your pajamas.

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Coming out of the bathroom now fully clean, both Haechan and Renjun find you fast asleep in bed. Shaking his head, Renjun pulls down the quilt before tucking you in properly. Haechan was about to clammer in beside you when Renjun pulls him out of the bedroom. Trying to keep quiet, as to not disturb you, Haechan glares at the back of Renjun’s head instead of shouting in protest. Plopping him down on the couch, Renjun tells him to wait there until he’s done changing. Taking your bag and his, he goes back to the bedroom to change. Five minutes later he comes out with a loose fitted white t-shirt and sweatpants. Finally feeling clean and relaxed, he sighs heavily.

“Dude, why are we out here?” Haechan groans.

“We need to talk.” Renjun sits at the opposite end of the couch from Haechan. “I think it’s time you give us some space to work things out between us...”

Jolting up, Haechan marches to Renjun. Shoulders tight around his ears, hands already turning white from the strength of his fists. He had to be kidding. After what just happened, he can’t actually think he has the right to make a decision like this!

“Fuck you!” He flips Renjun off then turns on his heels facing the bedroom door which Renjun closed on his way out. “And fuck this,” he heads for the bedroom when Renjun scrambles to his feet grabbing his wrist to stop him. “Let go of me!” He shouts not caring if he wakes you up.

“NO!” Renjun shouts but quickly covers his mouth. “Listen,” he tries to keep his voice down. “I don’t know what the fuck I did to you for you to do this to me. I’ve been nothing but kind to you. Ever since I got here you’ve showed me nothing but kindness and I returned it. What I don’t understand is why you want to intentionally screw things up for me? You knew how much I liked her! Why in the hell did you put yourself in between us? Huh?! And what you said back in the bathroom, about us fucking her…what the actual hell man?!

“I don’t want to think about her being with you at all. You’re not the one who’s been in love with her from afar. You’re just fucking around for whatever reason. I’m sick and tired of your bullshit. Just leave us alone and go find someone for yourself! Also,” Renjun marches up to Haechan. Puffing out his chest, his back straight as he tries to make himself appear bigger against his taller friend. “If anyone is going to fuck her it’s going to be –”

“Like hell you will!” Haechan laughs. “You couldn’t even talk to her without it being part of a dare. You think you’d have the guts to actually fuck her? This whole time I’ve been the one orchestrating things. You’re welcome by the way,” Haechan waves him off going back to the couch. “Admit it, if it wasn’t for me daring you to speak to her and teasing, you none of this would have happened, would it?” He turns his head back quirking a brow.

“It would have happened when I was ready!” Renjun marches up to Haechan this time. Face red with rage. “You think you know everything but you don’t! You’re not the one orchestrating anything. I chose to participate with what happened in the bathroom. I chose to participate with what happened in this fucking bathroom!” He roars. “You didn’t make me do anything! As you can’t make her do anything either!”

“The pot calling the kettle black,” Haechan smirks. “What you’re trying to do is make a decision for you, not her. Have you talked to her about her feelings for me? Does she want me to stop pleasuring her? Or is it just you?” He tilts his head mockingly.

“You’ll leave us alone! Understand?”

“I’ll only leave her alone if she wants me to. Otherwise, you can go fuck yourself. Oh, and one more thing…What makes you think that you’re the only person who likes her? You just showed up not long ago. She’s been working at the company the same amount of time I have; you know nothing…” Haechan’s voice goes quiet. His eyes clouding over with ghosts of the past.

“Wait, what are you talking about…you don’t mean you…like…”

Sighing, Haechan slides down the couch, crossing his arms across his chest. “I’ve liked her for the past five years.” He mumbles. “And before you say anything about why I didn’t speak up, it’s because I didn’t think you’d have the balls to do anything. But when the two of you became partners for this trip, well, I had to do something before I missed out on her again.”

“Again? What the hell do you mean again and you’ve seriously liked her for five years?”

Nodding Haechan looks away. “It started when we were working in the mailroom. We were still in college; we went to two different schools but ended up at the same company. Its not like right away I liked her. In fact,” he chuckles. “She wasn’t this pretty back then. Her style has improved a lot. She would wear these huge black glasses that covered up half her face. Her hair was sloppy and looked like it went through its own natural disaster.”

Renjun takes a seat a small chuckle leaving him. “But that changed when Charlotte and Sasha joined all of us. By this time, I didn’t talk to her at all. Hell, I don’t think she even remembers me. I too wasn’t the best looking back then. My hair was so long it covered my eyes completely. Real emo style back then. I was going through a phase. I had on glasses as well, but at least mine fit my face.” He wipes a stray tear from his eyes as laughter takes over. “When she became friends with Charlotte, I overheard her say ‘you need a makeover.’ After that moment, she slowly became really hot.

“I guess she was always hot, but damn is she smokin’ now. After that, guys started to notice her and talk to her. She dated someone for a bit of time. Can’t remember his name. He left as soon as he graduated from college. He was older than us and I don’t think things were super serious with them anyway. After we both graduated, we were put on different floors. The only time I saw her is if by chance we crossed paths in the hallway. It had been almost a full year when I saw her again.”

“Now, during this time I patted a few bottoms but it wasn’t anything serious. Just small flings and one night stands to take the edge off. But when I saw her,” his head falls back to rest on the back of the couch. A heavy sigh comes from him as the tiniest smile comes across his face at the memory. “She changed even more. She no longer had her signature huge glasses. Her hair was finally neat and tidy. She had on the tiniest bit of makeup, but what got me was her red lipstick and outfit. A white button-down shirt, black pencil skirt with red heels. The way her curves were accentuated had me tripping over my feet. The papers I was carrying fell all over the floor.

“There girls she was walking with started giggling, but she stopped them before telling them to go on without her while she helped me. Aside from her looks, her kindness made my heart ache. She could have easily left me to pick up the mess I made, but even in her skirt and heels she helped me. Was actually cute watching her try to stand back up while attempting to be lady-like.”

“If you liked her so much, why didn’t you ask her out?” Renjun asks.

Groaning, Haechan sits up, his elbows resting on his knees. His head hanging low. “Nicholas. That’s why.”

“Who’s Nicholas?”

“A dick.” Haechan spats with venom in his voice. “A certified prick who I wanted to beat the shit out of on multiple occasions. He was cheating on her left and right. Slept with half the women on her floor. Despite the fact we weren’t working on the same floor everyone knew. The girls would gossip all the time about how she must have blinders on her eyes for not seeing what was so clear to everyone else.”

Leaning forward to see Haechan’s face, Renjun gulps. “D-Did she know?”

Shrugging Haechan sighs. “Don’t know. I’m sure Charlotte and Sasha told her. The last thing I heard was that he got a promotion that was overseas so she didn’t have to worry about him anymore. He broke up with her, or she broke up with him. Don’t know, don’t care. Just glad the ass is gone. Hope he doesn’t come back either.”

“Wow, well…what happened after that?”

“It was our third year working at the company when we were transferred to the floor we’re currently on. I walked in the first day to see her setting up her desk and almost lost my shit. Here she was, again, and this time I wasn’t going to let her slip through my fingers. I had everything planned out. I would introduce myself, ask her if she remembered me – even had a response if she said she didn’t. I was going to show her what true love felt like but that was before Marcus.”

“Damn, how many guys has she been with?” Renjun looks back at the room you were currently sleeping in.

“Marcus was the only serious one. They dated for about a year. He was a true gentleman. Didn’t cheat, was kind. Hell, even I liked him. Which made me hate him. This guy was everything. Handsome. Well educated. Was in the line to get a promotion to the top floor by the end of the year, which means a big pay day. Word around the floor was that they were going to be engaged by the end of the year. That he was going to pop the question at the annual Christmas Party.”

“But he didn’t?”

“No. Let’s just say Mr. Perfect ended things between them. I’m not sure why, I didn’t hear anything but she seemed devasted afterwards. I think she honestly thought he was the one. However, during this time, I was fed up with my feelings for her. I didn’t want to think about her anymore. Every time I saw the two of them together, I started to hate both of them. I hated how happy she was. I hated every time they kissed and I just so happen to see it. So, I distracted myself with other women, but nothing worked. They weren’t her. When Marcus left, I had a smidge of hope.

“I talked to her a few times. Nothing serious, but we did greet each other and small talked if we were in the elevator together. BUT FUCKING SASHA AND CHARLOTTE AND –” Haechan starts laughing before sighing heavily. “Well, Richard came and left. As I’m sure you know he is with Charlotte now.”

“Wait, Richard was for…”

Nodding Haechan quirks a brow. “Crazy, huh? Can’t believe they’re still friends but I don’t think she was even remotely interested in Richard, so I guess that played a part in things. Shortly after, the Christmas Party rolled around, this was right before you showed up. I was finally going to make my move. Thinking I’d have a little fun with asking her. I didn’t want it to seem like some kind of love confession. I did have a reputation to keep up, I decided to flirt with her. Which blew up in my face when she counter attacked! I thought she was sweet and innocent. The look in her eyes, when she licked her lips. Dragging her hand up my arm! Fuck! Just thinking about it makes me want to burst through those doors and fuck her right now!

“I don’t care who has liked her the longest, okay?” Haechan turns to Renjun. “If the only way I can be with her is to share her, I’ll do that. I’ve waited to fucking long to finally be with her. Everything that I’ve been holding in for all these years is finally getting it’s time out in the sun. I get it. You’re pissed and I understand. If the shoe were on the other foot,” he snickers. “Well, let’s say I’d feel the same way... I want to have sex with her. I want to love her. I want to hold her and kiss her. I want to make her smile. But I don’t want to have ask for permission to do so.

“This is a fucked-up situation that I caused; I know. All I ask is that you don’t restrain me when I want to act out on my feelings. After this trip we’ll all sit down and talk about things. No games. No messing around and ‘no funny business.’ I’ve waited this long to be with her. Don’t take that away from me…

“Please…”

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PART 6

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