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jiyeonnnn · 2 years

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𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 ; 𝗸. 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗼

PAIRING: kim jungwoo x male reader

GENRE: smut

CONTENT WARNINGS: possessiveness, pseudo incest, dom!top male reader, sub!bottom jungwoo, hickeys, oral sex (both receiving), degradation, dirty talk, hair pulling, feminization (use of “pussy” and “cunt”, calling jungwoo “princess”), impact play, messy storyline and writing.

SUMMARY: after what you had thought was a settlement between you and your step brother that you'll only have each other, you were aghast to see him bringing someone into your house, so you had to teach him a lesson for breaking your promises.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a part 2 to "stepbrother's comfort", but in a more twisted way ig? please tell me if i missed anything in the warnings. also, please leave if you are uncomfortable.

"i will always be here for you, puppy,"

"i will always protect you, my love,"

"i only belong to you~"

"i love you"

you're all too familiar with these phrases coming from your stepbrother. you recalled how sweet and caring he was to you from the moment you entered his life until you experienced your first heartbreak. he imprinted on your mind that you are his property, that you belong to no one but him, so why is he suddenly bringing a boyfriend into your home?

were you not enough for him? can you not satisfy him anymore? a train of thoughts came crashing down your mind that you didn't notice the worried gaze of your parents to you, who have been trying to get your attention for quite a moment now.

"—n], [y/n], [y/n]!" your mother yelled, her face troubled. this drew everyone's attention, and they all stared at your dazed figure, worried for you.

"h-huh?" you replied, looking like a deer caught in the headlights as you try to collect yourself and your dark thoughts to act normal in front of them.

"you're quite out of yourself, dear, are you ok?" she asked you, placing a hand as she did so.

"y-yeah, mom, just having a bad day. that's all," you lied through your teeth, softly sending them a smile, "i don't want to ruin the mood here, i think i'll just go to my room,"

and by that, you went to you and jungwoo's shared bedroom after getting an assurance from everyone in the room.

"take good care of my brother, lucas. i hope your relationship lasts," you fakely wished as you sent them a forced smile. "i-i w-will!" lucas exclaimed, intimidated by your towering figure. "good," you said as you continued your walk to the bedroom.

"i'll show you who you belong to, hyung. i don't care if i'm as sick and twisted as you. you were mine and i am yours. no one will ever change that~" you chuckled while thinking this to yourself, planning what you'll do to your lovely stepbrother for the night.

—

the door of your bedroom creaked open, signalling the entrance of your stepbrother from what was happening downstairs earlier. he immediately went next to what he thought was your sleeping figure to check on you if you were ok, after all, he wouldn't let his favorite pup feel bad.

how dare he. how dare he still claim you as his after his shameless actions.

jungwoo was about to pat you when you suddenly pinned him under you. you looked at jungwoo's orbs with bloodshot eyes, brims having tears flow down from them.

"do you know how much i hated every single moment earlier ever since you brought your boyfriend here, hyung?" you sparked up, hurt.

"do you know how much it hurts me that you have others satisfying you when i'm right here? do you know how long i'm trying to control myself from beating the shit out of that lucas, huh?!" you continued to inquire about your step brother who's still recovering from shock from your actions.

"look— puppy—" he tried explaining but you were quick to cut him off with a slap.

"stop calling me that, you filth. am i not enough for you? does he kiss you better than me? is his dick bigger than mine?! if not, why?!" tears stream down your cheeks, eyes flaring up with anger and jealousy from the betrayal that jungwoo did.

"i'll show you that i'm not just your "dear pet", hyung. let's see who's name you'll be screaming by the dawn," you threatened, and with that, you started kissing your step brother hungrily.

jungwoo kissed back immediately as he tried to gain the dominance, but to no avail, your desperation for him has seemed to give you all the strength to put his naughty tongue to submit.

you pulled out from the kiss and instantly attacked his neck to litter it with marks and kisses.

"a-ah— right there, [y/n]! fuck~!" jungwoo moaned from you, sucking a sweet spot on his neck.

"moan for me, you bitch. our walls are pretty thick, let me hear you scream my name in pleasure," you degraded him. to say that jungwoo was surprised with how you've become is a complete understatement, he has never seen you this aggressive and dominant considering that you're always under his control, this got him thinking that he was successful in molding you to be his, and he is liking every single moment of it.

after putting your marks all over his jawline and neck, you forcefully ripped off his shirt and began leaving a trail of hickeys everywhere your lips landed on. jungwoo, in the meantime, was already moaning for you.

"fuck~ you really are enjoying this, hyung~ does he ever make you feel like this?" you taunted, mocking his own words back then.

jungwoo released an incoherent response, impatient for you to already touch him. his submissive state did numbers to your head and immediately yanked his sweatpants away.

you began placing butterfly kisses on his inner thighs, down to his ass cheeks, giving a ticklish sensation to jungwoo.

"ah~ ah~ j-just touch me, [y/n], please!" he begged pathetically.

"tsk. such an impatient hyung. but since you asked so nicely~ i'll give it to you," you purred against his hole, your breath sending a shiver down his spine.

and with that, you proceeded to eat him up, ravaging his insides with your tongue as he loudly squealed like a bitch from the feeling. your tongue went in and out of him as you swirled it around his, desperately clenching, fuckhole. the wetness and warmness of jungwoo has made your cock hard in excitement, completely aroused and desirous of already entering him.

jungwoo came not long after. the great feeling of your tongue has sent his cum spurting out of his cock everywhere.

you licked the liquid from his cock and abdomen, and started giving him a head, purposely overstimulating him as a part of the punishment.

"ah— I just came—" jungwoo protested but you were too busy to care for his pleas. he must know not to make you mad anyway.

"i don't care, woo. be a good bitch for me, and shut your nasty mouth will you?" you said in annoyance, surprising your step brother with how you addressed him informally. sassily rolling your eyes, you got back to sucking his sensitive cock.

jungwoo was certainly rolling his eyes back in overstimulation now but he can't do anything in his power, this is the first time that he had ever felt small around you, and for the second time tonight, he came, wailing like the slut he is.

you swallowed his release and instantly stood up. you took your clothing off as you manhandled jungwoo to stand up and kneel in front of you. you looked at his messy state — unruly hair, littered neck and bruised lips — and started chuckling manically, very proud of marking what's truly yours.

you sat on the bed in front of him, and sternly ordered him menacingly, "suck your favorite cock, hyungie~ c'mon be the dirty cocksucker you are,".

jungwoo was again sent shivering by your words. never in his life he was expecting to feel so small under someone's authority, but feeling so powerless, he was left with no choice but to obediently occupy his mouth with your big cock.

you felt warm saliva coating down your hard erection as jungwoo perfectly put his lips around it and bobbed his head up and down. he licked your shaft from base to the tip and played with the slit of your cock before taking it again down to the back of his neck. jungwoo then tightens his throat around your cock, causing you to send your head backwards while you release a long grunt from pleasure.

satisfied with what he was doing, jungwoo quickens his pace up around your cock and begins moaning around it. the little vibrations sent by him and his tongue swirling around your shaft have sent you flying skywards.

although being mandated under someone's authority, jungwoo really knows how to play with your cock using his mouth and tongue. he knows his way around to arouse you even more just from foreplay and oral sessions.

the amount of precum leaking from the tip of your manhood didn't go unnoticed, so jungwoo decided to incessantly suck your cock while twisting his hands around the thick shaft of your member. after a series of breathy moans filling the atmosphere of the room, you painted his mouth with your cum.

"you look so hot like this, hyung. don't be shy, swallow it~" you teased, to which he complied immediately by doing so.

"you'll only swallow my cum, you got that?" you said, lifting his chin up to look him straight in the eyes.

"y-yes. your cum and your cum only." he replied and nodded in agreement.

"good boy~ fuck i can't wait to breed your naughty hole, hyungie!" you exclaimed in excitement, looking so bright while your eyes are still filled with possessiveness and lust over your brother. you tapped your thigh eagerly as you invited jungwoo to ride you, “come here, hyung! ride your dearest step brother!”

jungwoo obediently went on your thighs and aligned your dick to his hole. he slid down your cock as he bitched out a lusty moan.

"shit, so tight!" you said, trying to adjust your throbbing cock to his figure-hugging hole. "you like this, hyung? my dick in your pussy? can that lucas stretch your cunt like this with his cock?" you added.

jungwoo groaned at your feminization, his mouth starting to open agape as he tried to reply through his breathy grunts. his eyes trying to hold the tears from falling caused by the slow and painful stretch.

"n-no, prince! only you can stretch me like this~" jungwoo grunted as he fully took your cock in him, your tip instantly hitting up his prostate. noticing his struggle, you pulled him into a kiss to distract him from the pain. you explored his mouth with your tongue as he lets himself adjust to your size.

soon enough, jungwoo made a small bounce, signalling his successful adjustment. he then began bouncing on you while moaning shamelessly.

"fuck yes— yes—! fuck my tight pussy, my prince! fuck me dumb!" he yelled on top of his lungs, "my pussy is made for you and your cock only, not lucas, not anyone— only you~" he added while drowning himself in the compelling feeling of his nerves being hit on repeatedly.

jungwoo never experienced the feeling of being this submissive over someone, but he sure as hell isn't regretting submitting to you. the experience of you degrading him endlessly, roughly manhandling him has sent his eyes rolling back. jungwoo clenched his hole while he wails in pleasure.

"ah~ you'll only tighten your cunt around me, princess, got it~" you said, continuing on feminizing your stepbrother.

he continued to fuck himself on you as you're both chasing your own highs. "i'm near~" jungwoo mewled.

"then come for me, my whore," you ordered him while you're also busy trying to get to your own climax, and on point, jungwoo released for the third time that night.

looking at his glorious state, you taunted jungwoo, "l-look at you~ already spurting for me like a fountain. you think you can handle my cock more, hyung?"

"yes, i-i c-can. just for you, pup~" jungwoo replied, to which you responded softly while running your hands through his messy hair locks, "good boy. i'm close, hyung. you ready to get filled up?"

jungwoo nodded in response. he picked up his pace, eager to get filled up already, and after a few more bounces, you greatly came inside him.

"i'm not done with you yet. be ready to be my fucktoy tonight, 'cos I'll fuck you 'til you can't walk for a month," you said as you pulled out, cum hastily running on jungwoo's thighs.

—

a few moments passed and the 2 of you have gone for a lot of rounds now. you've both gone into a lot of different positions, and right now, you are holding jungwoo on his neck while he tries to be a good pillow princess for you.

"you will only have me, and only me, hyung~ i don't care if i sound crazy, you belong to me and i belong to you~" you maniacally stated.

"so," SLAP

"don't," SLAP

"fuck," SLAP

"with," SLAP

"anyone," SLAP

"except me," SLAP

a series of rough slaps echoed throughout the bedroom as you continued to teach him a lesson, your dick bulging in his tummy each and every time you thrust into him.

jungwoo began moaning up your name incoherently as he was far too lost in his deep subspace. his words consisted of half uttered curses, trying to praise you for how good you were doing, but he's failing to do so, the feeling of his prostate getting abused from time to time being the reason why.

your step brother unconsciously came for the nth time tonight, causing you to cackle with his dumb state.

"who do you belong to, again?", you asked, poking the bulge in his stomach.

"y-YOU!" he wailed, tears streaming down his silky cheeks.

"better remember that, dear brother~" you hummed. "fuck~ you look so pretty like this, princess~ legs are spread just for me~" you continued.

"i'm gonna come~" you mewled seductively, which earned a loud response from the man under you, "y-yes, please my king! fill your hyung up!"

"yeah? you like your pussy filled with my seeds? of course you'd like that," you said, and after one last push, you came inside jungwoo again.

tired, you plop down on top of him. you tried to catch your breath and once you did, you pulled out from him without any words. you were about to walk away to go to your bedroom's bathroom when jungwoo grabbed your hands tightly, pulling you into an embrace, even though you tried to resist him, you can't do anything as you let your tears flow down due to jealousy and anger.

"sshhh, shh~ don't cry, my prince. lucas and i aren't really dating. i'm just helping him get his ex leave him alone," he tried to calm down your sobs.

"no one can satisfy me like you do, baby boy. now let's fix ourselves before mom and dad catch us, yeah?" he added.

you nodded softly as you both went your way towards your bathroom.

the night got filled with apologies and praises from both sides. promising yourselves again not to hurt each other.

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ditch-witches · 4 years

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Rehearsal Dinner (George MacKay Smut)

So @iongaa really came through and murdered us with the aesthetic. Mother of God, how is she so talented.

requested: yes/no (your requests are always so intriguing, keep sending weird AUs for us)

pairing: stepbro!George MacKay x reader

warnings: literally everything. all of the sins. whoever can point them out gets a high five, okay?

word count: 5,414 (yikes)

a/n: there,,,, may be a ,,, part 2,,, because some of us got carried away,,

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you made your way downstairs, basking in the scent of breakfast cooking over the stove. You took a seat at the kitchen table beside your dad's fiance. She smiled at you over the top of the morning paper, taking a sip of her coffee. Your father moved to set a plate in front of you and press a kiss to the top of your head before plopping down in the seat next to you. "Glad you're home," he cooed, grinning proudly as you took a bite of your collection of breakfast foods and nodded in approval. "Thank you for coming back for the wedding."

You sent him a small smile, "Of course!"

His fiance spoke up. "Speaking of, George should be on his way..." she trailed off as she looked at her watch and your heart sank.

"I thought he couldn't?" You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. George was the last person you wanted to be around. His cocky smirk flashed into your mind alongside his parade of girls he always brought home. Your parents had been dating for a few years now, most of your time in high school and well into your college years, yet the two of you had interacted as little as possible, only "playing nice" for Christmas. Every time the notion of George coming home came into discussion, you usually took off. Due to your ability now to escape from his arrogance, you hadn't seen him in a year, shoving the wedge between the two of you as much as possible. Your blood boiled as your memories of him taking up most of the couch and kicking you out of the house were unveiled.

"Sweetheart, are you alright?" His mother asked, bringing you back into present time. You hadn't realized just how out of it you were until your fork fell from your hand, now bent almost completely in half. You exhaled, immediately apologizing for the vandalism and standing from the table, saying you were fine. "Are you sure?" She called after you.

You looked back over your shoulder, plastering on a fake smile. "Oh yeah! It's fine, everything's fine!" You all but sprinted for cover in your room, leaning against your door as your heart pounded in your chest. You let out a groan. Out of all people: George.

You pulled the sleeves of your blouse over your wrists to warm up more, yawning slightly as you lazily held a mock bouquet in your hand. You were mixed into the plethora of George's cousins serving as bridesmaids, feeling awkward and out of place as you only knew two of them really. You were the maid of honor, merely because it was your father that was getting married but you knew if he had any say, you would have been on his side and George in your place. In the excitement of family members arriving and the church being way too overbooked for the weekend, you had almost forgotten the impending doom that was "rushing to get here as we speak." You blew a bubble with your already stale gum, earning an eye roll from one of the many women. You tilted your head at her with a sarcastic grin.

The wedding planner clapped his hands, capturing the attention of the room and lining everyone up. He put you towards the back, which you were prepared for, yet then ushered the groomsmen in. You locked eyes with an all too familiar expression, your eyebrow raising at the man. His eyes were exactly the same, but for some reason, it was like puberty had hit him like a truck. "Now, this isn't usually how this works, but by request of the couple, we're switching things up," the planner groaned slightly, and George moved to stand beside you.

You snapped your eyes forward, clutching the bouquet in your hand tighter. There was chatter all around the two of you as everyone attempted to find their places. You kept your mouth shut, not wanting to make conversation with him. You took George's arm and he smirked down at you. "You gonna ignore me all night, darling?" He jeered, peering down at you and you rolled your eyes.

"What circus animal did you bring home this time, asshole?" He chuckled at your remark, pulling you tighter to his side.

He wet his lips. "Why? So you can get jealous again?"

You scoffed. "Grow up."

"After you, doll face." He bumped his hip against yours. "What have you been up to since I've been gone? Still a virgin?"

Your ears burned and you clenched your jaw. "Like it's any of your business." You sighed, attempting to calm your frazzling nerves at just his presence.

"You are so easy to stir up, love," he muttered, chuckling darkly.

You shut your eyes momentarily. "Would you just shut up so we can get this shitshow over?" He moved his hand to settle over yours positioned on his arm, your skin blazing at his touch, making you look up at him. He leaned towards your ear and you found yourself wanting to get closer to him. The smell of his aftershave was almost enticing enough for you to forget you were hating him.

His breath was warm against your neck and his accent deep and fuzzy in your ear. "Oh, darling, what's the fun in that?" You felt flushed and winded as he stepped away from you, his hand leaving your arm. "Steady now. I don't wanna have to throw you over my shoulder," he muttered, a smug look on his face as he turned forward, his posture upturned. He knew what he was doing. You were slightly taken aback, snapping your mouth shut and letting him lead you towards the altar behind the other members of the wedding party. You were silent during the rehearsal, locking eyes with George every so often only to dart your gaze away from him. It was difficult to pay attention to the jokes the priest was making while George continued to undress you with his eyes, and for some reason, you were into it.

You were quiet on the trip to the dinner, your mind almost numb as your thoughts flashed to George's breath on your neck and his overstimulating smell, not to mention the feeling of his hands. You almost moaned before your mind jumped into the present, grateful because you were sandwiched between your grandmother and one of your uncles in the back of your father's car. One of your second cousins turned over his shoulder to look at you. "Who was the guy you were walking with? New stepbrother?" He jeered and your shoulders tensed at that thought. What the fuck, he was going to be your stepbrother.

"Yeah, that's George. Handsome kid, don't you think?" Your father piped up and you grimaced.

The cousin snorted. "Don't encourage that. They'll end up as the wHaT aRe yOU dOinG sTepBro trope." You signed deeply.

"My mother is in the car!"

"He's not my stepbrother," you grumbled, attempting to drone out his voice.

"Yet," he jested, making you roll your eyes. "If you're gonna tap it, tap it now-"

"We're listening to the radio, see!" Your dad intervened, cutting him off and turning up the radio while singing overdramatically to the music, leaving you now to your burning mind. You chewed on your fingernail as your anxiety began to shoot through the roof. Before you knew it, you were engaging in small talk with your cousin and her friend as the giant table was being set. Looking around at the expensive hall the dinner was being held in, the thought of how your father and future stepmother got the money for such a venue while putting one kid through college and the other through graduate school crossed your mind. Your cousin's friend was a nice way to get your mind off of George, he was funny and totally in love with your cousin, evident in the way his eyes brightened when she would talk to him or laugh at one of his jokes. The only eyes on you when you laughed were George's as he bantered with groups of men closer to his age across the room. He'd eye you over the brim of his glass, his strong hands making your mouth water as he would tap one of his rings against the crystal absentmindedly.

"So, how do you feel about your dad getting married? The new family giving you trouble?" Your cousin's friend asked, nudging your arm at his light-hearted joke.

You shrugged. "If he's happy, I'm happy. The woman he's marrying is a total badass too so, really it's fine." You ran a hand through your hair, shooting a glance towards George and he looked at you with a smirk. You felt like you needed a dousing of holy water to combat your temptations.

George seemed to be fighting his own urges as he excused himself from his party and walked over to your group, settling his hand on your lower back to whisper in your ear. "Come with me," he mumbled. "I'm going to steal her for a few minutes if that's okay with you guys?" He asked your cousin, her cheeks slightly red as she looked like she would swoon if he came near her. Her friend eyed you before the two shrugged you away with George. George walked beside you as the two of you walked out of the room and down the hall, turning a few corners until you could no longer hear the party. He slipped his hand into yours before pinning you to a wall swiftly.

"What are you doing?" You muttered unevenly, heat pulsing through your body as one of his hands rested on your hip, your hand absentmindedly pushed his sleeve up to expose his veiny arm to your touch. It was like your body had a mind of its own.

"You think I'm going to let you eye fuck me all night without repercussions, pet?" You swallowed at his words, the deepness of his voice making your legs almost jelly. His other hand ran up your body, over your breast to take part of your collar between his index and thumb as he rubbed the fabric between his finger pads. "Was that guy your little boyfriend?" He tisked darkly. "So cute," he mocked, his hungry eyes darting up to yours. Your mind was absolutely putty as his smell invaded your senses. You tried not to focus on his knee propped between your legs. His fingers ghosted against your neck until the pad of his thumb brushed over your bottom lip before you took his thumb into your mouth, your eyes burning into his as his jaw tensed, focused on the movements of your tongue swirling against it. The feeling of his fingers resting against your jaw during this action egged you. He drew his thumb from your mouth, running it down your chin before his hand wrapped around the back of your neck. "Dirty girl," he growled before crashing his lips against yours, making you moan against him as he pushed himself against you.

The taste of liquor on his lips blended with your flavored chapstick as your tongue slipped into his mouth. In a mess of tugging and biting each other, your body melted into his rough grasp. You wanted whatever repercussions his twisted mind could come up with. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted to you. You fought against diving your hands into his trousers to beg him to continue, but he broke away from you as you fought to catch your breath. Your lips were buzzing as the feeling of him still lingered. He brought his hand back up to your jaw again, tipping your chin up. "Say it," the devil's grin painted across his face before he continued, pressing his lips against yours once more, his teeth dragging your bottom lip slowly between his teeth. "Say you're dirty, darling," he ordered, his face hovering over yours as his hand squeezed your throat.

You moaned quietly as he regulated your breathing with his hand. You wanted to drink in his dark, commanding appearance. "I'm dirty," you panted. He stepped away from you and you nearly slipped down the wall, completely out of breath and flustered, missing his hands on your body.

"Pull yourself together," he jested darkly, sending you a smoldering gaze as he pushed his other sleeve to his elbow. It's like he already knew your weaknesses. "Answer me."

"Yes, sir," you responded, your mouth seeming to know what he expected. He nodded with a smug expression as he gestured for you to walk back into the room with him while you straightened your shirt and fixed your hair.

He stopped you, reaching to fix your collar and you fought against the blush growing across your body. His smirk grew. "God, you're trembling. It'll be difficult leaving you alone at dinner," he almost groaned. You fought against kissing him again as his dark eyes surveyed your expression, the gears turning in his mind at the sight of you. God, you wanted him.

You were shoved into a seat beside George, he sent you a small grin as he took a sip of his drink and the waiters began to serve the main course. You were positioned towards the end of the table with the rest of your cousins and George on the line between the "cousins' table" and where the older people sat discussing politics and climate change. Your cousins mainly discussed hot TA's and movies that were premiering. "George, what's your major?" George perked up at a question directed to him, oozing charm as he began to tell one of the younger girls at the table about his degree, but half of his response fuzzed out of your attention as his hand slipped to your knee beneath the table cloth. You froze momentarily, your breath hitching in your chest as your chewing slowed.

It was like he was completely unaffected, continuing the conversation as his hand slid further up your thigh, fingers curling to wrap around your inner thigh. Your eyes snapped to him, pretending to listen to him as well as his fingers ran circles against your sensitive skin. You sighed unevenly. The fabric of your skirt was ruffled as he was slowly reaching your heat. The conversation deterred and George leaned towards you a bit. "Take a sip of water," he directed, lowly, his eyes tearing away from you. You furrowed your brows slightly but as his expression flipped, you didn't question him, raising the glass to your lips nonchalantly and one of his fingers brushed against your core, making you almost choke. He chuckled slightly. "Smooth?" He asked loud enough that it eased the slightly worried expressions directed towards you.

You set down your glass, coughing falsely. "Wrong pipe," you grumbled. His hand pushed your legs apart as he took a bite of his food, unbothered. His fingers ghosted against your underwear and you bit back a moan wanting to vibrate through your body.

"Hey, did you hear about that senator that died last week?" Someone asked you, knowing full well you kept up with information like that.

You shifted in your seat, looking like you were attempting to choose your words carefully, but in reality, you were trying to get George to leave you alone for a moment. "Heart attack right? It should be fine-" your voice cut out as George's finger moved your underwear to the side and he toyed with your nerves more. His face was so neutral it was like he wasn't pleasuring you at all as he chewed, listening to your words. "I mean," your voice came out unevenly as you tried to calm yourself against his movements. "He'll be replaced before something drastic can happen." Your voice dropped an octave as his finger slipped into you. He positioned his hand to a more comfortable angle and your hand dropped to wrap around his wrist, beginning him to stop. "Too bad this one wasn't an actor," you joked.

"So, how do they go about replacing a Senator?" George questioned, his face almost breaking into a smile as your eyes shot daggers into his. His finger curled inside of you, making you breathe deeply, your eyes wanting to squeeze shut in pleasure.

You furrowed your brows, feeling like you were running a marathon. "Oh, come on, I know you already know how the US system runs."

His finger sped up and before you knew it, another one was added. "Yeah, I'm still not entirely sure though." He continued to sidestep so the attention of the section of the table was on you. You clamped your thighs together, hoping to stop his movements but instead drew his fingers deeper into you.

Your mind blurred. "Well, um..." You wet your lips, trying not to look like you were jonesing to grind against George's palm to finally get yourself off. Your hand ran up against his arm again, the veins bulging as his hands quickened, making you see stars as your climax was almost within reach. George's mom and your dad began to make their rounds at the table, thanking people as they went.

"Are you okay? You look kind of flushed," George commented, making his mother's brow furrow. You sighed, wanting to dig your face into the crook of his neck or kiss him: anything, you just needed more of him. He removed his fingers from you and you let out a small noise, he slyly wiped his hands on his napkin and you grabbed his hand beneath the table, lacing your fingers and squeezing as if to motion your urgency.

George's mother pressed the back of her hand against your warm cheeks. "I'm fine..." you commented, looking up at her momentarily, your hand gripping onto George's.

His mother sighed. "Are you sure? I can drive you home if you're not feeling well?" Your father came around the table at her words and you were more embarrassed than anything.

"What's going on?" The man commented, his smile faltering.

His mother frowned. "She's not feeling well, dear."

"Don't worry about it, mum. I can take her," George piped up, running his thumb over the back of your hand before letting go of you and standing up. A chorus of goodbyes called to you as you assured your father and his future bride that you were really fine, just tired, as George helped you into your jacket. You found it difficult to stand with how unsatisfied you were. You followed him out into the cold air around one side of the building as he almost stalked to an expensive-looking car. Your eyebrow perked at the vehicle. "Like it?" He asked, his smug grin making your blood boil.

"What was that back there?" You nipped, pulling on his arm so he was looking at you, his grin widening.

"Which part?" He got dangerously close to you. "When you couldn't handle my fingers, or when you were begging me to get you off?" Your breathing shallowed once again, either from how furious you were at him or how turned on you were you didn't know. His hand settled on your neck, bringing your lips towards his briefly in a searing kiss. "Don't worry, love. You have it coming for you still." Fuck, you wanted him to rip you in half. He dangled the keys in front of your face. "Wanna drive?"

You groaned slightly, unlocking his car and opening the passenger door, shoving him inside and climbing into his lap, shutting the door behind yourself. "Fuck you," you bit. His grin darkened and he pulled the lever on the seat, laying the seat down a bit further. One of his large hands slipped against your thigh again, grabbing at your ass and urging you to grind against him while the other settled in the crook of your neck. You kissed him hungrily, your need pulsing through your body with your new-found friction. He moved beneath you, smiling against your greedy mouth, knotting his fingers into your hair. You felt him getting harder with each of your movements. You fisted your hands in his jacket as you pulled away from him curling your hips to find your sweet spot. His hand explored your body, gripping your breast as he sucked at the thin skin against your collarbones, moaning into your hair.

God, he wasn't even inside of you but his encouragement was a high you wanted to ride as long as you could. His fingers dug into your hips and you half hoped he would leave bruises. You wanted him to mark you. The car windows began to fog as your movements and George's warm breath filled the air. "Fuck, I want you," he growled into your ear.

"Take me home," you almost whimpered, halting your actions. His hand moved to your neck again, pressing his lips against yours.

"Beg," he demanded. "Tell me exactly what you want, baby."

"I said take me home," you breathed. His dark eyes searched yours for submission, but you were quite flustered from tonight's events. You needed a few moments to collect your thoughts on what George could be thinking about doing to you as 'punishment'. You climbed off of him into the driver's seat ready to take his car for a spin. You noticed just how much George's actions had affected you as you felt your hands shaking to take the wheel. You could feel his eyes raking over you as you put the car in drive. You were determined to make it home in one piece and not a complete puddle of need, but even the thought of his eyes on you were making that task completely impossible.

"What to do, what to do," he almost tsked next to you. "You've really got me going tonight haven't you," he seemed to ask, but you knew he wasn't looking for an answer. You could feel his warm hand coming into contact with your leg, you wet your lips, attempting to shake the thought of desire he seemed to be flooding you with and keep the car under control. His hand slowly started to progress further towards your heat and for the second time tonight, you weren't all that opposed to the thought of his long fingers curling inside you again.

"We're here," you managed to squeak out. George was already out and at your door before you had managed to undo your seatbelt. He bent down, reached over you and undid it for you, making sure to keep his contact with every inch of you he could. His arms scoped you up to carry you into the house and up the stairs to his room. You hadn't been to his room since you had met him. It was sort of like a secret law that it was off-limits and a privilege if you were invited inside. Not even his mom was allowed into the dwellings of his layer. You had just enough time to notice the picture on the dresser was of the two of you and your blend of cousins posed on the family couch last Christmas before your body was thrust on to the linen-covered mattress. You had never seen his eyes this shade before, they were so dark and full of lust. You were drinking in every detail of him just as much as he was of you.

"Take your clothes off," he stated smoothly standing at the foot of the bed, eyes locked on your body. Complying quickly, you unbuttoned your blouse, slipping it off your shoulders to reveal your flushed chest. George's eyes widened at the sight knowing you were already in such need of him you could barely contain yourself any longer. He slowly mimicked your actions removing his dress shirt leaving you in awe of the man standing before you and the endless possibilities of what he wanted to do to you. His fingers danced up your legs teasing your all too sensitive core. His fingers traced your center just barely being covered by the cloth entrapment. You were ready for anything he was willing to give you. His body shifted, his arm reaching across you into the bedside drawer and revealing a pair of bright red furry handcuffs. Your breath caught in your throat, this was not what you were expecting and still, you felt ready for George's idea of punishment. You had never been bound before, but were more than ready to try anything to overcome your excessive need for friction.

"Place your hands out in front of you," he whispered into your ear, sending chills down your spine. You did as you were told feeling the faux material covered clasp around your wrists leaving your arms entirely under the command of George. You heard the clang of other cuffs being brought out, you turned your attention to him just as his lips crashed on to yours sealing your lips into a lustful kiss. His hands outlined your arms all the way to your wrists that were held together. His fingers wrapped around the metal pushing your arms above your head and locking them against the headboard. Your heart pounded with excitement as he traced your body down with kisses, brushing the inside of your thighs with his hands. You knew where this was leading and your body was ready. His actions halted just above where you needed him the most as he locked eyes with you almost teasing you with anticipation. "Tell me what you need," his dark tone murmured. You had no words. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The only action you were capable of was attempting to open your legs to answer his question.

His toned arms slipped under your legs wrapping around your hips as he positioned himself between you. Your toes curled in pleasure as his warm breath drew closer to you. It seemed as if time was in slow motion: you needed him and you needed him now. His eyes were still locked on yours as he came in contact with your heat. Your legs attempted to close in response to the feeling as you moaned in pain and pleasure from the restraints holding you back from grabbing his hair. The rumble of his laughter against you was almost enough to send you over the edge as he pushed your legs back open for better access to you. The sight of him down on you was more than enough to drive you crazy, but his pace was beginning to quicken and you didn't think you could last much longer. Your eyes drifted shut as pleasure was taking the better of you. George slipped a finger inside earning a gasp from your lips as he began to finger fuck you. Your high was approaching quickly and you needed more. "Faster," you mumbled.

"What was that sweetheart," George muttered against you.

"Faster," you begged. George complied, seeing you like this was driving him crazy. His fingers pounded into you as he sucked your nub. The knot in your stomach tightened. Finally, you were able to get relief from the tension George had built up all night as you released. "Oh fuck," you moaned as George hovered above you.

"Ready for round two love," he quipped darkly. You were more than happy to accept his rough kisses. His slight stubble was rough against your chin, you knew you'd pay for it in the morning, but tonight a little burn was the least of your worries. "Are you going to do as you're told," he whispered into your neck, accent gruff and domineering.

"Yes sir," you responded almost too naturally as his strong arms flipped you unto your stomach. He adjusted your knees underneath you so that you had support underneath him.

His hand wound into your hair as he slipped inside of you and began thrusting leaving you no time to adjust to him. Moans of pure bliss escaped your lips as his head neared yours. "Might want to keep quiet, love, someone's home," he whispered, his teeth grazing your ear lobe. Your need to scream for more now had to be muted and the only sound heard was the slapping of his skin against yours. George used your hips as leverage for his unwavering pace leaving you a mess of pleasure beneath him. His lips found their way to your neck as he nipped against the sensitive skin. You wanted him to mark you, to claim you. His hand from your hair became wrapped around your throat as he began to reach his peak. His hand slapped your ass with such force you knew there was a handprint, but you were too overwhelmed with the noises escaping his lips and your high threatened to disobey your control to be concerned with the sting. If anything it threatened to push you over the edge. George could feel you threatening to release. His strong hand wrapped tightly around your neck again, "Don't cum until I give you permission," he mumbled darkly against your shoulder. You tried your best to obey him fighting all erg to give in to the pleasure he teased you with. Slowing his pace he thrust deeper into you earning quiet moans from your lips. You couldn't hold on much longer.

"Can I cum," you whined. George grunted in response tangling his hand in your hair and thrusting deeper into you hitting your sweet spot with every move.

"Cum for me love," he practically bit against your shoulder sending you into a scream of pleasure as you were finally able to ride out your high against him. You could feel him twitch inside of you filling you with warmth. He unchained your hands from the bed frame allowing your body to return to your back. He flopped next to you and kissed you lightly. "That was amazing," he whispered against your lips. Exhausted from the escapade of the night you simply laid your head on his chest in response and pulled the sheets up for the both of you to drift off to sleep.

Your head pounded as you opened your eyes, the blinding light streaming through your windows serving to ruin your morning. You shivered slightly, realizing you were fully naked and a slight panic set in as you thought about last night, your body already aching from George's tactics. You shut your eyes momentarily, thinking about him on top of you once again, moaning in your ear, his hand around your throat, and realized the aching was worth it. You weren't surprised when you found the bed beside you empty, your ears perking up at the muffled sounds of someone in the kitchen. You quickly got dressed and trampled down the stairs. Upon entering the kitchen, you were greeted by your father like he had the day before, only instead of a woman at the head of the table, George smirked up at you. Your eyes glued to his, your body feeling heat once again.

You cleared your throat, trying to pull yourself together. "I thought the bride and groom weren't supposed to see each other until the wedding?" You asked, voice slightly uneven as you took a seat across from George, gingerly sipping the orange juice in front of you and attempting not to wince at the beard burn on your chin from George's slight whiskers the night before. George watched you carefully, a flash of pride in his eyes at your flustered state.

George's mother chuckled. "There are worse things to doom a marriage," she joked, flashing a wink up towards your father who was cutting some kind of fruit.

He shook his head. "So, where did you two run off last night?"

Your breath caught in your throat. "Bonding," George answered coolly.

His mother raised her eyebrows. "Bonding? How? Wasn't she sick last night?"

Your mind was blank, but George was quick on his feet. "She got to feeling better on the way, so I took her to a strip club. She left with a man named," he paused, turning to you, a smug look on his face, "what was his name? Alejandro?"

Your eyes went wide with shock. "Ah! That's my girl!" Your dad called from over the stove and you groaned as George laughed making your eye twitching.

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ahgaseda · 5 years

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two can keep a secret || chapter 03

⇥ synopsis : when your father reveals his intention to remarry, you find an unlikely confidant in Mark, your soon-to-be stepbrother, but what began as a revenge fling ironically becomes far more complicated...

⇥ warnings : this story in its entirety includes but is not limited to strong language and dialogue, recurring alcohol and drug use, and explicit sexual content, and is intended for an adult audience only!

The bass made your ears pound. You took another sip from your red cup and let a long, exasperated breath pass through your nose. To say you were bored would be a massive understatement.

Mark was in another room somewhere, blazing it up. Your best friend had yet to show up and you were suddenly reevaluating all of your priorities in life, courtesy of the alcohol.

The fall semester would start soon and you still had no earthly clue of what to major in. For the time being, you tried a different variation of courses, hoping one would tickle your fancy. Thus far, you skated through them all like a perpetually sleep-deprived zombie.

Mark appeared, quite literally in a cloud of smoke, and whispered, “Hey, sexy.”

“Dance with me,” you blurted, glancing past him at the horde of bodies grinding to the music.

Mark snorted. “I can’t be caught dancing with my soon-to-be sister.”

He had a point. Disgruntled, you chugged a mouthful of your drink and grumbled, “The stepsister you fuck on the regular?”

“On the down low,” Mark reminded, almost inaudibly.

“Fine. Fuck off,” you snapped, pushing his chest to get him out of your space. “I don’t need you to have fun.”

Mark cocked an eyebrow, amused by your tipsy rhetoric. “Oh, really?”

You bobbed your head. “Any one of these guys would be delighted to date me.”

“All of these guys just wanna get in your pants,” Mark deadpanned. There was an edge to his voice, sharp like a razor. Though he had no right to be, Mark was territorial of your body and he was not the least bit inclined to let another man try to pleasure you.

Scowling, you hissed, “You are a pain in my ass.”

Mark crept closer and teased, “Just say the word and I’ll fuck that hole, too.”

“I hate you.”

“Sure you do.”

Of course you didn’t, but you were still bored as hell and the banter with your almost stepbrother was the most entertainment you'd had at this damned party. Pay attention to me, was what you wanted to say. In the most childish, obnoxious way possible. Vodka was not your friend, you realized.

“Maybe I should play the field,” you said, shrugging before coming in for the kill. “Since my regular dick appointment only dicks me down in our parents' house as some kind of twisted, spiteful…”

Mark put a hand over your mouth and warned, “Don’t fucking try me.”

You blinked in surprise.

Mark let his palm fall from your lips, the sight of them overwhelmingly inviting. Clearing his throat, Mark dismissed himself before he kissed you in front of everyone and murmured, “I’m gonna go find a drink.”

“Yeah, you do that,” you sneered, watching him go.

Despite how much you ran your mouth, you weren’t an idiot. Neither was Mark. The two of you knew exactly how this game was played and you had unwittingly became professionals in the art of keeping such a deadly secret.

However, you weren’t immune to alcohol’s ability to remove all inhibitions.

Crossing the room, you approached the host of the bash and exclaimed, “Jackson, be a good wingman and point me in the direction of the boy with the biggest dick.”

Jackson lifted a brow and retorted, “I’m right here, sunshine.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t tempt me.”

“Alright, here we go,” Jackson said, taking your hand and leading you at his side. “Gotta keep the hoes well-fed.”

You were in desperate need of someone to keep you entertained. Your alcohol-hazed mind was fixated on smacking you across the face for having no ideas for your future. The last thing you wanted to do was rehash your failures as a young adult, but the more you tried to ignore the internal chastisements, the more your brain decided to think about your father and his upcoming marriage.

Which you hated even more than yourself.

Jackson brought you to the most stereotypical frat guy you could have ever imagined and made quick work of introductions. “This is Chris. You’re both horny and hot. Enjoy.”

You chortled.

At the other end of the room, Mark put the drink to his lips and took a big gulp, watching you intently over the rim of his cup. He did his best to rationalize his irritation. It didn’t hurt for you to talk to some dude at a party. Talking was harmless.

You laughed and Mark bristled. He loved making you laugh. Your reaction to whatever Chris had said obviously gave him confidence, because he moved even closer to you and you didn’t back away.

Mark angled in the other direction. You’re a fucking idiot, he told himself, but his anger was blowing his high. He wanted to freely be with you in front of everyone. Secrets were hard and not his forte. Mark was honest to a fault and struggled to hide how he felt.

Though he wasn’t looking, Mark could hear your laugh again and he stomped away, in search of fresh air.

You saw him leave and your heart sank. Mark’s presence always put you at ease. Though your relationship was far from healthy, by most conventional standards, you were the first to admit you had forged an unshakable bond with your soon-to-be stepbrother.

Without him hovering nearby, you felt vulnerable and alone.

Chris took initiative and crept even closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. At first, you didn’t mind. The gesture didn’t make you uncomfortable.

But when his hand drifted downward and squeezed your ass, you were quick to push him away. “I don’t remember giving you permission to touch me.”

Chris whined, “Don’t be such a bitch. We’re vibing, aren’t we?”

You couldn’t believe your eyes when his arm encircled your waist and tugged you back into his grasp, but you were quick to snap, “Not enough for you to grope me. Get off.”

Chris was much stronger than you and had no intention of letting go of your body. You struggled against him for all of five seconds when someone appeared at your side and shoved Chris against the wall.

“Get your hands off her or I will break your fucking neck,” Mark threatened, crowding into his face.

You grabbed his arm and whispered, “Mark...”

Mark had a temper and a penchant for throwing fists instead of words. You knew he carried enough rage and pain inside him that there were times some of it had to come out or he would explode.

But physical altercations were extremely illegal.

“Geez, man. Don’t cock block me,” Chris exclaimed, as if he was the victim in this scenario. “She’s not your real sister.”

Mark rounded on him again and you knew your grip on his arm would not dissuade Mark from beating the shit out of this guy if he so desired. “She’s way out of your league and doesn’t want a douche like you touching her. Back the fuck off,” Mark warned for the last time.

Chris must have sensed that Mark was on the verge of breaking his face and he finally surrendered, holding up his hands. “Alright, alright. For fuck’s sake, man.”

Mark didn’t take his eyes off of him until Chris was out of sight. Meanwhile, your gaze was glued to Mark and how safe and protected he made you feel.

“Mark,” you called softly.

Mark finally looked at you, his expression full of annoyance. “Try to stay out of trouble, will you?”

You shook your head in dissension. “Take me upstairs now.”

Mark’s brow furrowed. “Why?”

“You know why.”

Mark knew that tone anywhere. He had become quite the expert since the first time he was between your legs. With a smirk, he tilted his head toward the nearby stairs and you followed him without a second thought.

The first room he tried was locked and by the sounds coming from inside, babies were being made rather loudly. You giggled in amusement as Mark pulled you with him down the hallway, trying the next door and finding it open.

Mark dragged you inside and the moment he had shut and locked the door behind you both, you spun into his arms and pushed him against the wall, smashing your lips on his.

“I made you wet, huh?” Mark growled against your mouth, smirking darkly.

You moaned his name when you felt his hands roaming over your hips then grabbing your ass. Before you could reply, Mark lifted you into the air, guiding your legs around his waist.

He propped you on the dresser and hiked up your miniskirt. You tangled your arms through his, unbuckling his belt and fiddling at the zipper on his jeans. Mark parted from your kisses only momentarily to yank the panties down your legs, stuffing them in his back pocket before pushing down his pants.

Your eyes locked with his as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and felt him pushing inside you. Mark let out a shaky breath on your lips, coaxing himself deep into your cunt.

“Fuck, Mark,” you whimpered, your head falling back and resting against the wall. You set your nails to his shoulders and grit your teeth when he finally started thrusting, jostling you harshly on the dresser.

Mark grunted and nipped at your lips, stealing back your attention. “Mm, this pussy stays so tight for me.”

His voice made you shiver and you were quick to croon, “Only you, baby.”

“Look at me,” Mark said sternly, slowing down.

You stared into his dark eyes, mouth parted in pleasure.

Mark grabbed your jaw none too gently and whispered, “If you fuck another guy, I think I’d have to kill him…”

You gaped at him, lost for words, though your cunt gripped him tightly with arousal. Mark raked his tongue over his teeth, pleased at the look on your face, and cast his gaze down to watch where your bodies connected - watching you accept him deep, every inch of his cock disappearing inside your wet pussy.

This was why you could never give Mark grief over his bad habits. You were as much an addict as he was, and he was your drug. From the first time you were in his arms, on your back in his car as he kissed you with abandon, you knew you were fucked.

There was a spark; a concept you always snorted at, because something couldn’t possibly exist. Hell, your mother and father had a love for the ages, or so you thought. Then you saw how easily your father moved on and you realized you were a fool. Love was stupid, hollow and you’d be damned if you ever let yourself experience it.

No, you knew exactly what the spark between you and Mark was; lust, pure and simple. Driven by anger and fueled by the forbidden nature of your relationship. There would never be such unadulterated passion and pleasure between you if there wasn’t such a dark motive behind the sex. Right?

A moan escaped you, tearing you from your reverie. Mark pounded you against the wall, his sounds of ecstasy filling your ears. Every smack of his hips drove away your thoughts, made you forget your bitterness and grief. You tucked your face in the crook of his neck, clinging to him for dear life as Mark brought you to the edge of your release. Physical, emotional; all of it.

The bass thrummed through the walls, syncing to the pulse between your legs. When the music swelled, Mark fucked you to orgasm, swallowing your screams of his name with the most heady of caresses of his tongue between your teeth.

When he shook and swore, you cradled his face in your hands and kissed the corner of his mouth, flexing your legs to grip your velvet walls around his sensitive cock. He hissed through his teeth, a trembling moan your reward.

“As long as I have you,” you whispered when he had finally become still, though he stayed deep within you. “I’ll never fuck another man.”

Though you didn’t demand he do the same, Mark pressed his lips to yours, a searing wet seal of a promise with his words. “All I need is you, baby…”

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stoopsbookstore · 5 years

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The Wolf (Chapter 4)

Warnings - Vomit, Attack on two characters, Death, A single gunshot

“The Alpha?! What do you mean the Alpha? I’m the Alpha.”

Taeyong watched the guardian pace around the room, her robe swishing in her haste, Yuta throwing up onto the floor. The guardian searched for a book, her silence freaking Taeyong out. She spotted the bounded papers in a dusty corner of a shelf that hadn’t been touched in centuries. The covered lady signaled for Taeyong to come over to the table in the middle of the room.

“You may be the Alpha of your clan, but you are just a bunch of misfit wolves, thrown aside when your pack thought you were good for nothing, horrible ner-do-wells. This is the Alpha of the Indigo pack,” she flipped the pages, “this book says he’ll be back if someone summons him. He will very difficult to kill, he can survive stabs and shots. You’ll need a rare form of wolfs bane and a special silver, but I will tell you more later. You two need to go back and move your pack as soon as possible.”

Taeyong thanked the lady, helping Yuta to his face before heading home.

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The next day at classes, Jisung and Y/N were inseparable, to the point where Y/N actually skipped her classes to wait outside her step-brother’s classes. In her English class, Yuta had noticed she wasn’t there, concerned about the girl.

“Yuta, what’s up?” Jaehyun nudged him, breaking out of his trance of looking at the empty seat.

“That girl I bumped into isn’t here.”

“Didn’t she give you her number?”

Yuta mentally punched himself, he completely forgot about that. He flipped through his notebook to find the small piece of paper, dialing the number into his phone and texting it.

is this Y/N? please tell me this is Y/N

Yes... who’s asking?

Its Yuta, the guy who bumped into you. Im sorry for just texting you, my life is a bit crazy right now lol

This is going to be insane but can we hang out??

Umm... yea, sure I guess. You know my step-brother Jisung right?

He’s your stepbrother?! oh wow... he’s a really good kid

so that means Mr. Shindong is your stepfather

yea. Do you think you can get me the notes for today?

Im also having a bit of a crazy life, I had to skip to watch Jisung

Cant get them from Mr. Shindong?

No, because it would possibly show favoritism if someone called foul

Alright no problem are you busy tonight i could bring them over and we can hang out then

That would actually be perfect, you have no idea

cool, ill see you then. I have to go, cant get in trouble or else Mr. Shindong will get mad at me see you later tonight :)

Y/N looked up from her phone, Jisung in front of her holding a bunny in a cage. The bunny was asleep, the boyish smile emitting from Jisung was contagious enough that anyone who walked by would smile along with him.

“Jisung, what the hell is that?”

“‘I’m in charge of watching the class pet this week,” Jisung announced, “I figured it would be a great distraction from everything that’s been going on. His name is Bambi.”

“Your class realizes that Bambi was the deer and Thumper was the rabbit, right?” Y/N stood up, throwing her bag over her shoulder and walking with her step-brother, “since you had a surprise, I have one. Yuta’s coming over tonight.”

“Really? Why?”

“There is a chance we may be mates and we’re just going to see if it’s true. You have to remember, just because you’re three quarters of a wolf, I’m only a fourth. I don’t get any signals to who my mate is, I just have to try according to my mom.”

“Our mom.”

“Yes, our mom.”

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“Y/N! Your friend’s here! Just one moment.”

Leann stood at the door, Yuta holding his hands behind his back, waiting for his classmate to greet him.

“You must be the Yuta Y/N talked about.”

“Did she tell you?”

“Yes. My mother was a part of the Indigo clan so I knew it was just a matter of time before this would start happening. Are you and your friends okay?”

Yuta realized she must not have known that Jisung was taken into the pack, assuming Shindong tried to suppress the wolf urge, “yeah, we’re fine. It’s a bit hard to keep track of all of us, but we’re managing to stay in touch, calls every morning and night to make sure we made it.”

“That’s goo-”

“Yuta, hey,” Y/N appeared in the hallway leading to the door, “thanks Mom.”

Leann walked away, Y/N shutting the door behind her, leaving the two on the ornate porch.

“Mr. Shindong, I guess, doesn’t want me inside?”

“Even though he’s half wolf himself, he doesn’t want to possibly attract the Indigo clan.”

“He’s half wol-”

“His mom. He doesn’t like to talk about it, he only told me because of the poten-”

“Potential of us being mates?”

“Yeah.”

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding, Yuta looking at the ground, feeling uneasy. The breeze flowing between them cool, the night starting to darken the sky. They didn’t see Leann, Shindong and Jisung sitting at the window, watching the uneasy interaction.

“Should we go for a walk?” Yuta suggested.

“I’d like that.”

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Yuta and Y/N ended up walking through the nature park about 2 streets down from Y/N’s house, the pair avoiding talking about the possible relationship. They had only been classmates, just realizing they could be soulmates was an extreme jump to make. Yuta was the first to say anything, his attempt to ease the elephant in the room.

“My jackass of a friend, Ten, said if we were mates, he’d be sad because he thought you were really pretty.”

Y/N hid her laughter in her sweatshirt sleeve, “I thought he was dating Sorn or Lisa?”

“If by dating, you mean hooking up with them. He’s actually found his mate, that girl from Psych 221, fuck what’s her name? Umji?”

“Oh yeah, I know her. She’s a wolf?”

“Heads up,” Yuta leaned closer to Y/N for dramatic effects, “like 90 percent of this town is a wolf or has wolf blood in their veins.”

“Well, excuse me, I’ve only lived here for a year, I wasn’t expecting to find out all of this information. I figured I would get my degree, travel the world, have a few affairs and die in a sewer like Poe.”

Y/N and Yuta’s laughter was cut off by a growl, a pair of red eyes staring them down. Yuta’s ears popped out of his hair, the same grey from Y/N’s dream.

“Get behind me,” Y/N followed the boy’s instructions, his eyes turning into a vibrant green, his voice dropping into a husky roar, “You’re outside your bounds.”

The monster just kept stepping towards them, Y/N grabbing Yuta’s arm, another shock between the two seemed to make the wolf bark at them.

“Fuck! Run!”

The couple took off running, Yuta pulling Y/N with him as the outsider ran after them. They threw sticks and pinecones at it as often as they could, trying to keep the predator away from them.

“My house, it’s just up the street!” Y/N pointed to lit structure.

They ran up to the porch, the door opening to Jisung and Leann yelling at the two to come inside. Once they were in the safety of the mansion, Shindong came out from the dining room door, shooting the wolf point blank in the stout. Yuta shielded Y/N from looking at the bloodied canine, Leann pulling Jisung into the living room.

“You two, her room. Stay there.”

Shindong ordered them into Y/N’s room, Yuta walking up the steps behind Y/N, the stairwell quiet except for her stepfather’s grunts of struggling. Opening the door to her room, Yuta was surprised at how much it looked like a small apartment. A mini-fridge, a table, some counter space, a small living room and then through a half wall, her bedroom with a bay window.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

“Would you like some tea?”

It was like the past hour didn’t help, Y/N went quiet, walking to the small kitchenette and putting some water in the teapot. Yuta reached out to Y/N, touching her arm and getting a small shock. He didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable, but he knew the truth now. They were mates, and it seemed like she knew as well, aggressively turning on the oven top, a black cloud hanging out her head.

He engulfed in a hug as she began to sob, the weight on her shoulder crashing down and turning around in Yuta’s arms to cry. The wolf boy picked Y/N up like she was a piece of paper and walked her over to her bed. Yuta rubbed her back, her cries filling the room. Leann had walked in, noticing the teapot whistling, checking on the lovers, her heart breaking at the sight of her daughter in emotional distress.

After Leann left, Yuta tilted Y/N’s head, staring at her bloodshot eyes. They could feel the other’s emotion, Yuta felt pissed over the betrayal, Y/N felt anxious over the sudden changes. Yuta noticed Y/N had started to fall asleep, her breath stabilizing as he reached for the clicker on the nightstand. Turning on the TV, he kept repeating four words into Y/N’s ear, hoping that she’ll hear it in her sleep.

“It’s gonna be okay.”

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Portraits of Home

A commission for @ciaossu-daphs about her OC, Elisa Joestar, returning home to her brother Jonathan Joestar and her new stepbrother, Dio Brando.

Rating - SFW, T

Elisa Joestar plucks at her dress nervously as she stares out the window of the train taking her home, green hills and blue skies as far as the eyes can see. It wasn’t that she was upset about finally returning home after Catholic school – no, it was because there’d been an unexpected addition to her family. Jonathan, her beloved older brother, had written her a letter about Dio Brando’s arrival into the Joestar family.

She knew her brother well, and though he used nothing but positive words to describe their new stepbrother, she read between the lines and saw that Dio was going to be more trouble than he was worth. But a proper lady aught not think such things about a gentleman, so she had steeled herself to meet him without judgement.

Still, she couldn’t help but to fiddle with her dress (a habit she’d been hit on the knuckles for one too many times) and wonder how much things had changed since she’d last been home. Elisa had missed her father and brother terribly, but the change of scenery and lack of silly boys had allowed her to focus on her studies like she always dreamed of. She was more than excited to share her new knowledge with Jonathan, who’d always encouraged her inquisitive side.

And oh, how she hoped she’d get to see Erina! She’d known her brother was sweet on Erina since the second he met her – and Elisa had always hoped that perhaps she’d gain the lovely girl as a sister someday. By the time Elisa was done reminiscing about all she hoped to do, the train had pulled into the station.

With a curtsy and a thanks, Elisa was off the train with her luggage clutched in her hands, searching the crowds for Jonathan’s messy blue hair. It didn’t take long to spot him in the crowd – oh my, had he grown even taller? Jonathan waved enthusiastically and Elisa ran to him without second thought, jumping into his arms and laughing like she was a little girl again.

“Jojo!” Elisa squeals, hugging him around the neck and holding on tight until he set her down.

“Elisa, I’m so happy to see you again.” Jonathan hugs her again – oh my, he really was much taller – and ruffles her hair, mussing the curls she had set just that morning. “You look so tall!”

“Not as tall as you, Jojo.” Elisa has to crane her neck to look up at Jonathan. She had missed his eighteenth birthday and him her sixteenth, but they had promised to make up for it when she returned home. Elisa’s thoughts were buzzing with excitement.

“Oh, I have so much to tell you! You won’t believe what I got to study, oh…” Elisa trails off and almost starts babbling until Jonathan laughs and takes her luggage, breaking her out of her ramble.

“We’ll have plenty of time for that, dear sister. Let’s get you home so you can rest first, hm?” Jonathan didn’t ever use a harsh tone with Elisa, but his gentle suggestion was enough to have her nodding and following next to him with a smile. Before they climb in the car, Jonathan stops to give her a look she can’t quite place on his normally happy face.

“Elisa, about Dio…” Jonathan starts, shifting on his feet. But before Jonathan can finish, Elisa shakes her head.

“You remember what mother always said about first impressions? That we should meet someone for ourselves first?” Jonathan sighs at her words and pushes his free hand thorough his messy locks.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Father and Dio will be joining us for dinner tonight, they’re out attending to Dio’s schooling arrangements at the moment.” Jonathan offers an unusual half-smile before he steps forward and opens the door, offering a hand to help Elisa climb in before the driver takes her luggage, leaving Jonathan to climb in the back with her.

The ride home is silent minus the soft sound of Elisa’s steady breaths. Five minutes into the ride she had fallen asleep, head on Jonathan’s warm and broad arm.

Despite Dio’s presence, Jonathan was delighted to have his sister back at home. The anxiety that had been plaguing him dissipated as soon as he saw her again – she was sharp, she always had been. Dio wouldn’t be able to hurt her, not like he had slowly been hurting everyone in Jonathan’s life.

Still, as Jonathan looked at his sleeping sister’s form – almost feeling like they were children again, sleeping in the orchard – he vowed to protect her at any cost.

Elisa awoke slowly, trailing her hands over the soft material below her – wait, she hadn’t remembered coming in… She sat up and peered at the clock to find that two hours had passed since the car ride. Jonathan must have carried her to her room. With a yawn, she stands up and stretches, muscles stiff from the car ride and position she fell asleep in.

On her dresser lay a note in Jonathan’s familiar messy handwriting. Elisa picks it up to read, smiling at the tiny doodle Jonathan had drawn in lieu of a signature.

‘Father said that we won’t have dinner until you awaken, so come down whenever you’re ready. Dio is here as well, so please prepare to meet him. Erina would like to see you tomorrow – I’d love to take my ladies out for lunch. Rest well.’

Elisa couldn’t help but grin at his mention of Erina – she was so excited to catch up and perhaps gossip just a smidgen. The girls at her school had been so wound-tight… well, Elisa was in the mood for some innocent mischief. That could wait for later, though.

She felt her stomach rumble impatiently and found herself agreeing with its insistence on eating. It’d been hours since she’d had a warm meal. Setting the note down, Elisa opens her closet to pick out one of her nicer dresses. Minutes later, new outfit along with her hair and face touched up, she leaves her room to head to the parlor room.

Even though she’d only been gone for a few short years, being back in the mansion made Elisa feel warm in a way she couldn’t quite describe. Everything felt so familiar and comforting – the sound of the floor beneath her shoes, the smell of the fireplace and the light floral scent the maids always used, the way that the sun shone in through the delicate glass windows… It sent a pleasant shiver up her spine.

Descending the staircase, Elisa peers into the living room and sees her father sitting in his favorite chair, pipe in one hand as he looks through a novel with the other. In her excitement to rush down and greet her father, the young man with blonde hair on the opposing chair doesn’t even register in her mind.

“Father!” She cries, eagerly leaning around his chair to place a kiss on his salt and pepper hair. He stands after safely putting aside his pipe and pulls Elisa into a hug, familiar cologne reminding her of his good night hugs.

“My dear Elisa, I’m so sorry we missed your return. You look well, but I’m happy to have you back.” George pulls back from his daughter to rest his hands on her shoulders and smiles. She looked so much like Mary, though she had the same determined look as Jonathan. “You nap was refreshing, I take it?”

“Oh, that’s okay Father, I understand. It did, I have so much to tell you and Jonathan! Well, you just won’t believe some of the things I studied…” Catching herself trailing off again, Elisa brings a hand to her mouth and giggles. George’s face breaks into a smile, his eyes crinkling in the corners like they had since she was a little girl.

Someone clears their throat lowly, making Elisa spin around.

Oh my.

Standing before her was one of the most handsome young men she’d ever seen – though she hadn’t seen many lately because of her schooling, whoever this was still stood out. His blonde hair was unruly but looked soft as silk, contrasting against his milky pale skin and blood red eyes. She could have sworn there was the slightest sharp edge to his smile, but perhaps it was just the light playing a trick on her eyes. And oh, he had a body that was clearly well sculpted even under his thick clothes.

Elisa felt her face turn pink – she shouldn’t be thinking things like this about her father’s guest! With a nervous smile, Elisa steps forward and curtsies, nodding in the stranger’s direction.

“Elisa Joestar. It’s so lovely to meet you.” The man tilts his head and smiles curiously before extending his hand. Cautiously, Elisa reaches out and places hers in his much larger one.

“Dio Brando.” The stranger practically purrs – and Elisa feels herself stiffen. This was her new stepbrother? He brings her hand up to his lips and brushes a chaste kiss upon it before gingerly lowering it, placing his hands back behind his body.

“Well then, I suppose there’s no need for me to introduce you two over dinner. How about you two go find Jonathan and spend some time together before we eat. And Elisa, dear, don’t worry, Dio knows the mansion well already.” George was already back in his chair, book in one hand and pipe in the other.

Elisa was more than confused – her father was acting so… distant. Perhaps he was stressed. Yes, that must be it, Elisa thought. Therefore, she’d do her best to push down her anxious thoughts and behave well instead.

“Dio,” she says, doing her best to give her stepbrother a smile, though she blushes when she meets his eyes. Gazing at the ground, Elisa bites her lip before speaking again. “Let’s find Jojo. I’m sure he’s outside.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re correct.” Dio says, but before they can set off, he extends his arm for Elisa to hook hers through. “Sister?”

Hearing Dio call her ‘sister’ didn’t settle right in her gut, but oh, maybe it’s just because he was so handsome. She’d very soon see him as she saw Jonathan – a handsome and brave brother. This would be a good start, though her heart was pounding and there were butterflies making themselves known in her stomach.

Elisa links her arm through his and watches him smile lowly before swiftly escorting her outside. It doesn’t take long to find Jonathan. He’s situated atop the hill that overlooks the town, laid on his back with some sort of archelogy book in hand.

“Jojo!” Elisa calls. Jonathan looks up and smiles, but she doesn’t miss the brief fall of his face when he sees Dio next to her. He stands quickly and meets them halfway. Dio smirks at Jonathan out of Elisa’s sight before relaxing his face again.

“Jojo, I’m glad to have finally met the fairer half of your family.” Dio says, chuckling airily. Elisa giggles nervously and feels her face turn red once again. Although there was something off – to Elisa, Dio’s laugh sounded a bit too much like the businessmen that tried to talk to her father during their Christmas parties.

“Yes, Elisa is the shining star here.” Elisa giggles sincerely at Jonathan’s words and crinkles her nose when he playfully ruffles her hair again. Dio watches with a sharp eye – Jonathan knows the man is already calculating, trying to figure out Elisa’s weakness. A foolish endeavor, thought Jonathan.

Dio starts when Elisa unlinks herself from his arm and plops down into the grass flat on her back, closing her eyes and breathing in the fresh air. Without hesitation, Jonathan flops down next to her. They’d often spend time gazing at the clouds like this as children – it was one of their favorite pastimes.

“It feels good to be home. The nuns would have been horrified had I laid in the grass like this.” Elisa says, giggling. For a moment she feels as if it’s just her and Jonathan again, escaping the world after the death of their mother. When they were together, it felt like they could accomplish anything.

“Well, I’d hardly blame them. A woman as beautiful as you doesn’t belong in the dirt.” Elisa feels her face burn red – this time from embarrassment. She’d forgotten how easy it was to let her manners lapse around Jonathan. She begins to get up before Dio speaks again.

“Oh, don’t get up on my behalf. I was just teasing, you know.” Dio takes a step forward and leans down to pull her chin close. His hands are cold against her burning skin – no man had ever held her this close. Dio smiles. “You don’t have to take me so seriously.”

Elisa stammers before Jonathan pries Dio’s arm away, his jaw clenched shut.

“Dio, Elisa doesn’t like to be teased like that.” Jonathan states. His voice has a tone that Elisa has never heard from her dear brother – contempt and anger. Dio chuckles and plucks his arm out of Jonathan’s grasp before stepping back.

“Come off it, Jojo. I’ve only just met my new sister. I’m her brother too. I’ll keep an eye on her.” Dio doesn’t even bother waiting for Jonathan to reply before turning back towards Elisa. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? Hm?”

“N-no.” Elisa says, gazing at the grass below. She’d just die if her face got any redder – she was already fighting the conflicting feelings that arose from Dio’s touch on her skin. Dio lets out a pleased hum and goes to lean against a nearby tree, his eyes trained on the view over the hill.

Jonathan puts a comforting hand on Elisa’s shoulder and gives her a gentle smile when she looks up.

“He’s a bit ornery,” Jonathan whispers. “Tell me if he makes you uncomfortable, please.”

Elisa nods. Jonathan always knew best, and even though he never tried to make her decisions for her, she found that following his advice usually turned out well.

“And please try not to end up alone with him.” Jonathan pauses, and leans in even closer. “There’s things you don’t know about him, terrible things he’s done that I’ve seen.”

Elisa holds her neutral expression, but her mind is racing. She trusted Jonathan implicitly, she did, but why would father bring someone so dangerous to their home? Swallowing, she nods, though the pit in her stomach wonders if Jonathan is just… jealous? It was too much to think about at the moment.

“Jojo, I think I might lay down again. I’m still feeling a bit faint from the train.” Elisa says – and it’s not a complete lie, she was starting to feel nervous and hot, but it was because of the two men next to her.

Jonathan and Dio escort Elisa up to her room and leave her be, the two of them informing George that Elisa is too sick to attend dinner tonight. She feels guilty when her father comes to check on her, pulling up a chair to read to her like he always did after her mother died.

Elisa falls asleep to the sound of his soothing voice, Dio forgotten for the time being.

With each passing day, Elisa starts to fall back into her normal routine. It’s not without some change, though. She finds that Dio is just as willing to listen and discuss her studies with her as Jonathan is. And oh, she’d never want to hurt Jonathan by telling him, but Dio offers a way of looking at things that would never even occur to Jonathan. Jonathan was incredibly smart, yes, but Dio was too – they saw the world in such different ways.

Elisa worries, though, when Dio holds onto her arm a touch too long or remarks how lovely she looks in the dresses she dons for dinner. His touch doesn’t have the same familial touch that Jonathan’s does – when Jonathan hugs her or offers a hand to help her, his hands are warm just like they always have been. Dio’s touches, though, are possessive and cold. She tries to give him the benefit of the doubt – he’s never had siblings. Still, if Jonathan isn’t around, Dio’s touch on her waist lingers and the slide of his fingers against her neck feel anything but what a gentleman should be doing to anyone he wasn’t courting.

It comes to a head one morning when the three of them are gathered in the study after breakfast. Jonathan is working on a paper for his archeology class, whilst Dio is perched next to Elisa while she shows him a passage from one of her schoolbooks. He’d been getting steadily closer, until his leg was brushed up against hers and his face was close enough that it was almost pressed upon hers.

Elisa shifts nervously. She didn’t like this – the feelings she had for Dio had long since dissipated into the same brotherly affection she felt for Jonathan – or at least, they should have. Dio’s mixed signals had her mind frazzled. What would father say, if he knew? Oh, he’d be so disappointed, and yet she couldn’t help but wish Dio was only a guest and not her stepbrother.

Still… Jonathan had warned her. Elisa had struggled with it, wondering that if Dio cared about her, would he be doing this? Was what Jonathan said about his dangerous side true? He’d been by Dio’s side for longer than she had.

With a sigh, Elisa tries to scoot away from Dio, and loudly yelps when he wraps an arm around her waist.

“D-dio, what are you doing?” Elisa murmurs, frozen in place. His lips are practically brushing her cheek, and she can feel his breath on her blazing skin. He breathes out a laugh.

“Just staying close to you, Eli. It’s cold, don’t you think?” Dio squeezes her waist and Elisa lets out a nervous giggle. Before Elisa can respond, she hears the sound of a chair falling over and Jonathan’s loud voice.

“Dio, get your hands off her this instant!” Elisa had never heard Jonathan sound so angry, and Dio hisses, actually hisses, in protest of her brother’s words. Jonathan stomps over and rips Dio away, the blonde grimacing and standing from the couch.

“You’re unbearable, Jojo.” Dio says, brushing off his shirt and shooting a look at Jonathan. “What exactly are you protecting our sister from?”

Jonathan looks to Elisa and back to Dio. Elisa notices Jonathan take a breath, and then another, in the same pattern Erina had taught them to calm down one day after someone had been bullying Elisa.

Elisa puts a hand on Jonathan’s arm and gives it a gentle pat. “I’m okay. I promise, Jonathan.”

Jonathan seems to be lost – he takes a step forward towards Dio and then freezes. Stiffening, he stands straight up and nods.

“Okay. I believe you.” Elisa doesn’t see the low look Jonathan shoots Dio, nor the one Dio sends back. The rest of the morning proceeds without incident, though the tension in the air could be cut by a knife.

That same evening, Elisa hears a soft knock on her door that can only be Jonathan. She slides on her slippers and heads to her door, opening it to find her brother as she suspected.

“I’m sorry to disturb you so late, but could we talk?” Jonathan asks. He was so broad and grown now, but to Elisa, he only looked small hunched nervously in his pajamas. She notices the stuffed dog clutched in his hands; one their mother had gifted him so long ago. Oh, poor Jonathan. She nods and beckons him in, quietly shutting the door behind him.

“You never need to ask Jojo. Now sit, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Elisa says, patting the corner of her bed. When they were younger the two of them often lay side by side, taking turns reading until they both fell asleep.

Sitting next to Jonathan reminded Elisa of just how much he always managed to warm up a room. His enthusiasm was infectious, but now, he seemed troubled.

“What’s wrong?” Jonathan flops back on the pillows and holds the dog plushie to his chest. Elisa had teased him for it before – Jonathan was always a bit dramatic when he was upset, often sneaking chocolate bars and eating them when he’d had a bad day.

“I know I sound like a mad man at this point, but it’s Dio. I’ve tried to trust him, Elisa. I’ve given him the benefit of the doubt when he didn’t deserve it. He’s been acting more strange than usual. I don’t like how he’s treating you. It’s not right. I know you can take care of yourself.” Jonathan pauses and turns his head towards her. “I told myself I’d protect you, though. I’m worried I’ve done a terrible job.”

“Jojo,” Elisa murmurs, drawing her knees to her chest. “You’ve never once failed me. You haven’t now, either.”

Jonathan sighs and rolls towards her. He was so tall that his feet hung off the end of her bed, and though she wanted to giggle at the sight, Elisa held it in.

“You’re sure?”

“Positive. I love you, Jonathan. You’ve always been a great big brother.”

“I love you too, Elisa. And you’ve always been a great little sister.” Jonathan smiles and ruffles her hair, the gesture making Elisa huff in fake annoyance. The two of them enjoy the comfortable silence for a moment, until Elisa looks back over at Jonathan.

This time when Elisa glances towards the end of the bed she can’t stifle the giggles that start to fall out of her mouth. Jonathan widens his eyes.

“What’s so funny?” He says, sounding a little hurt.

“Jojo,” she says between laughs. “You make this bed look like it belongs in a dollhouse.”

Elisa keeps giggling and eventually Jonathan joins in, laughing so hard that the bed rumbles a little. The two of them start to laugh so hard that tears stream down their faces and their hands are clutching at their stomachs, not caring that the whole household could probably hear them. Eventually they fade, leaving the two staring at each other and trying not to burst out in laughter again.

“I haven’t laughed like that since you left.” Jonathan says, smiling gently at Elisa. “You’ve always been so funny.”

Elisa snorts. “Jojo, I’m not really that funny. You’re just too soft on me.”

“Maybe, but I still think it’s true.” He says, rolling back to stare at the ceiling. He gasps and makes Elisa jump. “I’ve just thought of something that slipped my mind!”

“And that is?” Elisa raised an eyebrow at her brother – he’d never been the forgetful type.

“It’s going to be a bit in the future, but I’d like you to come with me to shop for an engagement ring.” Jonathan gives Elisa a sneaky smile, watching as her face lights up.

“Oh, Jojo, really? Erina told me she thought you might propose soon! I’m so excited for you two, how wonderful! I can’t believe I’ll finally have a sister!”

“Oh, not excited your brother is proposing? Just about that?” Jonathan fakes offense and the two fall into laughter again, earning a harsh knock on their door from one of the staff members.

“Sorry!” Jonathan calls, stifling his laughter with his large hand while he looks as Elisa trying to do the same. Eventually they go quiet again, laying in comfortable silence.

“Would you like to read to each other how we used to?” Elisa prompts. Jonathan smiles and nods eagerly. She gets off the bed to walk over to her beloved bookshelf, carefully browsing her books until she finds one both of them can enjoy. It’s for a bit of a younger audience, but they’d loved it for so long and read it so many times that Elisa couldn’t bare to remove it from her collection.

Sitting back down, Elisa nestles into her pillow before she cracks the book open, clearing her throat before she begins reading the familiar passage.

“High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince…”

As the two took turns reading, their eyes grew heavy. It wasn’t long before Jonathan was fast asleep with his beloved dog plush clutched tight in his hands. Elisa fell asleep shortly after, Jonathan’s presence offering a comfort she hadn’t felt in so long.

When they awoke, both of them felt that the anxiety they had been carrying around was gone.

That night, though, Elisa could only scream as she saw her father fall to the floor and Dio laugh coldly as he snatched the stone mask from where it was held on the parlor wall. Jonathan held her back as best he could, anguish painting his face.

When he told her to run to Erina she hesitated only a moment, short enough for Dio to turn his sights on her with a wicked grin. Jonathan begged her to run, to get out – and Dio commanded her to stay with a sultry voice, promising a place by his side.

Jonathan was begging her to run, telling her that he’d be okay and that he loved her.

“I’ll see you soon, I promise. I won’t leave you behind. Please go, Elisa!”

Elisa didn’t hesitate again – turning on her heel, she ran as fast as she could towards Erina’s home where Jonathan had pleaded with her to flee.

After all, Jonathan was always right.

Elisa could only hope he’d be right this time, too.

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