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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 3 months

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Secrets Out!

Nanami Kento x Reader

Here is a request from @oikawarz . I hope you enjoy!

(Song Inspiration: Dress by Taylor Swift)

“That was a fairly simple mission,” you said. “Don’t you think so, Kento-kun?” Nanami nodded as he slowly walked closer to you.

“Move over to my right. You shouldn’t be walking by the street,” he said softly. You nodded. Nanami held your hand and moved you to his right side. He raised your hand to his lips and softly kiss your knuckles. “Are you still busy later?”

“I promised Maki-chan that I would give her more tips on combat,” you said. “And I have reports to finish.”

“Okay, I’ll stay after and wait for you,” he said softly. You blushed. He always did. Even though you knew he would love to be home, he never left you alone. “Ijichi-san should be here soon.” You two slowly let your hands go and patiently waited for your ride back to the school.

“Kento-kun? Do you—How long—“

“We’ll let everyone know soon,” he said. You smiled and nodded. Nanami leaned closer to you and gave you a quick and soft kiss on the lips. “Are you okay though?” You nodded.

“Give me one more kiss,” you requested. Nanami chuckled and kissed you one more time. A little longer this time. “I’m okay.”

You gave Maki your last unopened water bottle. You praised her for her efforts. Maki thanked you.

“Thank you again,” she said with a small smile.

“You know I have time for you, Maki-chan,” you said happily.

“Then, can we spar next Wednesday? I think Kugisaki-san would love to join too.”

“Of course! I’ll text you two when I have free time.”

“Thank you, sensei.”

You carried your bag as you walked back to the academic building. Your smile brightened when you saw Nanami with Gojo. But as quick as your smile came, you frowned at the female standing too close to your liking by Nanami. Slowly, you walked over to them. You watched Nanami take a step away from the stranger. Gojo sensed you coming and smiled as he called your name.

“Gojo-san! Nanami-san!” you called happily. You looked at the woman. She was a few inches shorter than him. Her body is lean and toned. She wore a bodysuit that covered and hugged her body and her hair hung loosely past her waist. You became insecure. She looked like a model. You bowed and introduced yourself.

“Tanaka Emi,” she said with a small bow. “I’m the new teacher here.” You smiled brightly.

“You’ll love it here! The students are amazing!” When Nanami looked at you, he felt his body fluttered. He wanted to hold you tightly in his arms. “Did Gojo-san give you a tour?”

“He’s about to,” she answered with a smile. Her smile was graceful, your insecurities rising. “Would you like to join? And Nanami-san too, of course.”

You paid attention to how she looked at him. She is interested. Her eyes and smile says it all. It made you wonder what Nanami thought about her. You knew him for two and a half years and have been an official secret couple for a year. Up until this day, you still have a hard time reading his expressions. You stared at his stoic face, suddenly feeling unsure of his feelings despite your interaction after the mission.

“Of course they would love to!” Gojo exclaimed happily. “Come on!” Emi turned to Nanami with a shy smile.

“Nanami-san,” she called. You mentally groaned and looked at your watch.

“You guys go ahead. I forgot I had reports to finish. See you guys later,” you said quickly before you left. You didn’t look back, but Nanami watched you with a frown. Unlike him, you were an open book in his eyes. And he didn’t like not knowing what was wrong.

“Nanamin. Hurry let’s go!” Nanami sighed. With one last look, he turned back around to follow Gojo and Emi.

Emi smiled happily. She skipped over towards Nanami and stood too close for his comfort. He would constantly take an extra step to the side. He was distracted but Gojo was too busy talking about the school to notice. All he could think about was you. And if you were mad or upset at him, what can he do to cheer you up.

You haven’t contacted Nanami throughout the weekend. That day, you ended up going home. You knew you were being dramatic about it and you knew you were overthinking things. You avoided him and everyone who contacted you. But you also sighed because Nanami never came over to check up on you.

“I hate me sometimes,” you would say to yourself.

You walked by yourself to school as you finally scrolled through your phone.

Nanami: I love you sweetheart.❤️

Nanami: You went home? I don’t see you in your office.

Nanami: Tell me what’s wrong. What did I do?

Nanami: I see that you’re home. I’m glad you’re safe. I love you sweetheart😘

Nanami: Sweetheart I’m worried.

Nanami: I don’t know if I should give you space or not. I’m here when you’re ready.

Nanami: I love you❤️

Nanami: My first weekend without you. It’s not fun. I really miss you, sweetheart. I promise I’ll be better.

I’m an insecure idiot.

You weren’t scheduled to work. But you were behind on paperwork. You wore your favorite summer dress and a pair of wedges. You hoped and planned that maybe later today, you and Nanami can spend time together. And you can profusely apologize to him about your dramatic behavior.

You arrived at the school. And much to your dismay, you see Emi and Nanami walking towards the cafeteria. Just when you were about to text him back, you had to see them together. You quickly walked over to the fields to finish your work.

“Sensei, I thought it was your day off.” You turned around and gave Maki and Nobara a small smile. “You don’t seem okay.”

“I’m fine,” you answered with a quick shrug. You leaned back against the rough bark of the tree. Maki and Nobara took a seat next to you.

“I met the new teacher,” Maki said.

“She seems okay,” Nobara added. You nodded.

“She’s talented in combat,” you said. “Top five in her class.”

“I read up on it,” Maki said. “Your style is better. It’s more efficient and stealthy. You’re able to incorporate cursed energy and you’re able to incorporate your training for me.”

“And I think you helped me become calmer when I fight too, sensei!” Nobara said happily. You smiled. Your time with the two girls are pleasant and helpful. But every time you pictured her with Nanami, you frowned.

“I wonder if Kento-kun thinks she’s pretty and talented,” you said. You were quickly lost in your thought. Maki and Nobara just looked at you with wide eyes. ‘Kento-kun?’ They both thought. “He tagged along with Gojo-san and Tanaka-san for the tour. I hoped he would’ve just stayed with me.” You sat up, anger slowly building up. “That idiot trying so hard to hide our relationship. I respect his decision. He doesn’t like his personal life mixed up with his work life. But it’s affecting me.” You gasped and looked over at the surprised girls.

“You’re dating Nanami-san?” Nobara asked curiously and slowly. You blushed and nodded. “How long?”

“A-A year.” You wanted to smack yourself for sounding so shy in front of your students who look up to you. You looked at Maki who looked at you stoically surprised and Nobara who was blushing.

“You two hid it well,” Maki said. You only nodded in response.

“Shouldn’t you just talk to Nanami-san. I can’t imagine you being an emotional girlfriend. Are all females like that in a relationship?” Nobara asked. You suddenly chuckled.

“Maybe,” you said softly. “He’s my first boyfriend.” You jumped when you felt arms wrap around you from the side.

“Sensei that’s so cute!” Nobara exclaimed. “I may not know Nanami-san well but he definitely chose you for a reason! You don’t have to worry.”

“Nanamin chose you for what?” The three of them jumped and slowly turned around. Behind them was Gojo. Nobara jumped back.

“I thought you agreed to leave me alone today!” Nobara exclaimed.

“Nonsense! I’m curious as to why you three were talking about Nanamin,” Gojo said with a grin. “Seems secretive. I love secrets.”

“You can’t even keep secrets,” you retorted back. You then eyed him. “What’s up with him and Tanaka-san?”

“Ahh, curious aren’t you?” he questioned with a grin.

“I would love to know why he’s spending time with her right now instead of his own girlfriend!” You mentally smacked yourself. Gojo’s mouth was slightly opened in surprised.

“Girlfriend? Nanamin? Wait, you and—“ You can see the gears connect in his brain. “YOU AND NANAMIN ARE DATING?! SINCE WHEN?!” You rolled your eyes and stood up, reports in hand.

“I’ll see you girls later,” you said and walked away.

“Wait, wait, wait!!” Gojo yelled as he ran after you.

“Stupid,” Maki muttered under her breath as she watched Gojo run after you.

Gojo grabbed your wrist and turned you around. You tried to pull away, but Gojo was too persistent.

“Tell me! When did you two started dating? I never would’ve guessed!” he said excitedly. You blushed. You were too caught up in your jealousy that you let the secret slip up.

Oh well.

“Last year.” Your answer made him yell with surprise.

“You’re lying.”

“Do I lie?”

“Apparently!” You lightly laughed. You felt better. But you were now worried how Nanami would feel about people knowing with him not knowing that you slipped up. Gojo looked at you worried now that your aura changed.

“You’re upset,” he said.

“What if Kento-kun gets mad because I accidentally told our secret,” you said worriedly. “What if he doesn’t want to be with me anymore cause I didn’t respect his wishes?”

“He won’t,” Gojo said. “Knowing Nanamin, he wouldn’t get mad over this. He’ll just get mad at me because I get to tease him.” His light-hearted answer slightly helped you and you nodded with a breathless chuckle.

“I should probably finish these reports then go home and enjoy the afternoon off,” you said.

“Alright. If you need me, I’m just a phone call away future Mrs. Nanamin,” Gojo said and waved as he turned away. You blushed hard and frantically walked to your office, your reports hugged tightly to your chest.

You entered inside the quiet building. But the sound of Emi’s voice was audible as she whined to Nanami.

“Come on, Nanami-san,” she said. “You shouldn’t play hard to get. Just one date.”

You took a peek at the corner and saw them stand in the middle of the hallway. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you quietly watched. Your eyes remained on your boyfriend who quietly and stoically stared at Emi. Emi slowly reached for his tie, but he swiftly took a step back and crossed his arms.

“I mean it,” he said. “I’m not interested. My girlfriend wouldn’t be too pleased about this. She seems to like you.” Emi’s eyes widened. Your heart skipped a beat.

“G-Girlfriend?” she questioned in disbelief. She thought back to what Nanami said and her eyes widened. “The woman from yesterday?” Nanami nodded. “It didn’t seem like you two were dating.”

“Because we didn’t tell anyone,” Nanami said. He pulled his phone out and sighed. “I shouldn’t be surprised if she slipped up at this point. But yes, we are dating.” Emi nodded, bothered by the rejection. You were surprised when she smiled.

“She seems like a sweet woman,” she said. “She’s a lucky gal.” Emi couldn’t but help but be mesmerized when Nanami let out a soft chuckle. Nanami’s eyes moved to your direction and you quickly hid.

“I’m the lucky one,” he replied. “Have a good day, Tanaka-san. I’ll still be around if you need any assistance.” Emi gave him a small bow.

“Thank you, Nanami-san.”

Nanami turned around and left. He slowly walked towards the corner where he found you hiding. But he frowned when you weren’t there. He opted to go to your office. The door was slightly ajar. He felt the relief in his body. Quietly, he knocked on your door before entering inside.

You looked up from your papers and shyly smiled at him. Nanami gently closed the door before he slowly walked towards you. He held your hand and pulled you up to bring you into a tight hug.

“Are you better now?” he asked. He felt your head move against his chest. Nanami smiled at your nod and kissed the top of your head. “You told Gojo-san? He texted me.” Your eyes widened and you immediately looked at him.

“I-I didn’t mean to!” you exclaimed. Your shoulders and head sunk when he slightly pulled away from the hug. His hands remained by your shoulders. He bent down to look at you.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “You avoided me all weekend, so you were mad at me. Can we talk about it? Please?” Slowly, you nodded. Nanami smiled and took a seat on your chair. He pulled your arm and sat you on his lap. He held you tightly.

“I didn’t want to say anything when Tanaka-san was showing obvious signs of interest towards you. And I got insecure because it felt like you chose her over me,” you said sadly. “And I was pissed and upset. And jealous.” Nanami hugged you tighter.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“And I told Maki-chan and Nobara-chan by accident, too,” you confessed. “Please don’t get mad. I didn’t—“ Nanami immediately kissed you. His hand remained on the back of your head, his tongue sliding through your lips. You cupped his face, kissing him back the same way in return. When Nanami pulled away, his lips traveled up to your forehead before resting his forehead on yours.

“I’m not mad,” he said. “I’m sorry that it hurt you. I should’ve said something earlier. I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Kento-kun,” you said softly. His fingers rubbed your back softly, bringing goosebumps to your arms.

“You look beautiful,” he said. “It’s the dress you wore when I first met you.” You blushed. His fingers played with the strap of your dress. His lips were close to your ear. “Makes me want to take it off and do things to you.” Your face turned redder.

“K-Kento-kun!” Nanami laughed and kissed your lips.

“I want to stay here while you finish those reports,” Nanami said. You sat back down in your seat while he remained on his feet. His legs were crossed, hands on the desk as he faced you when he slightly leaned back. “After, we will go out on a nice date and then we go back to one of our places and watch the movie you’ve been dying to watch.” Your eyes shined and you smiled with excitement.

“For real?!” Nanami chuckled.

“Of course, sweetheart. And next time, just talk to me if something is bothering you. Even if it’s about the same thing over and over again. It worries me when you get upset.” You nodded and smiled.

“I promise,” you said. “No more dramatic behaviors.” Nanami chuckled and bent down to kiss you again.

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twice-inamillion · 3 months

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The Company

Strangers

Smut and Story Building (Stranger sex, teasing, rebound sex, deep penetration, creampie, blowjob)

Chapter 5

2,610 Words

(Jessica and you have dinner together after her failed attempt to meet with her friends. She complains about her ex and you find your way to fuck her at the end, maybe a little too good. Now she can’t go to her ex or any other man after your lustful adventure.)

It’s been a busy couple of weeks in your personal and professional life. You haven’t had a chance to rest, besides the occasion blowjob at the office. This week, you’ve finalized two groups that will be debuting in the near future. You’ve waited so long for your first group to debut that you couldn’t help but support them the best you could. You made the decision to move them out of their cramped dorms and into a nicer and more spacious apartment meant for confirmed idol groups.

Wanting to see their reaction, you disguise yourself as staff and help them move in. You can’t help but smile at their reaction when they see their new apartment. You and IU give them a tour and get furniture arranged to their liking. As you carry some of the heavy items, you can’t help but notice one of the members eyeing you from time to time. “Where do you want this box?” She walks between you, points at where she wants her item and continues to follow you around. You then hear, “Jennie, stop following him and come help us bring these boxes.” You see Jennie’s face turn red from the comment that her groupmate Jisoo made.

After a couple of hours, the five members thank you for your help, and you let them know to inform IU if you need any help, to which they happily agree.

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You’re heading up the elevator when it stops. The door opens, and you see a familiar figure.

“Jessica?”

“Ahh, yes,” bowing after realizing you’re Taeyeon and IU’s boss.

“Don’t need to be formal. Feel free to speak freely.”

“Okay.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to surprise IU and Taeyeon, but they’re not home.”

“Oh… I think they’re busy until late tonight.”

You can see her reaction change and say, “Seems like something is bothering you.”

“Yeah, I need to talk to them about something.”

“If you don’t mind, I’m willing to lend an ear. How about joining me for dinner?”

She stays silent and seems to think about it for a while but makes up her mind, “Yeah, I think I’ll take you on the offer.”

The two of you head to your apartment, “Wow, your place is so big. I didn’t know you had a whole floor to yourself.”

“It’s nice. I know I won’t have time to commute from home, so I moved next to the company, which makes it much easier. Want a drink?”

“Sure.”

You serve her a drink, and she sits on the stool, watching you prepare dinner. You make a nice Korean meal, and the two of you share some wine. She tells you about the problems between her members, but more about her failed relationship with her now ex-boyfriend.

“He’s such a dumb ass. He was so scared of people finding out about our relationship that he just chose to distance each other.”

“His loss. If I was him, I wouldn’t care what people think.”

“Right, he’s such a wuss. I don’t need people like that in my life.”

“Maybe you’ll find someone that cares for you. I mean, look at you; you’re beautiful; who wouldn’t want to date you.”

“Aww, thank you. I would totally date you if you weren’t with Taeyeon,” says Jessica as she takes a sip of her wine.

“What do you mean together with Taeyeon?”

“Aren’t you to dating?”

“No, I’m not with anyone.”

“Oh… it just seemed with you were. She said you to had a thing.”

“We fucked, but nothing serious.”

“So you’re not together?”

“No.”

Jessica fixes her hair and undoes her blouse a bit, “You know, it's been a while since my ex and fucked. He was too intimidated by my popularity that he stopped giving me affection.”

“Oh really, maybe I can help you with that.”

“Hmm… I don’t know. We don’t know each other that well,” teasing you as she shows off a bit of cleavage.

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine, but from the looks of it, you need someone to fuck you real good to make you forget that bitch of a boyfriend you had.”

She smirked at you, knowing that you hit the nail. “Not saying that I’ll let you, but if I did, what would you do to me?”

“I’ll take you right here, right now, and put you on all fours. I’ll put your ass up and shove my cock in that hungry cunt of yours and fuck you until you forget that ex of yours.”

You could see that she was getting turned on by the way she would move her legs under the kitchen counter. You know she needs a good fucking, and she knows it as well.

“You think you can make me forget about him? You’re that good?”

“If Taeyeon told you about what do you think?”

“You’re just talking.”

You walk around the countertop, turn her stool around to face you, and say, “Just say the word, and I’ll guarantee you forget that ex of yours.” You look straight into her eyes; you can see the lust in her. You know the thin line she is about to cross; you can see it in your eye; all you need to hear is the magic words.

“Fuck me, make me forget.”

Those are the words you wanted to hear. The is no going back, especially for her. You’ll make sure you make her forget about that sad excuse of a boyfriend.

She wraps her legs around you as you pick her up from the stool and take her to the couch. She kisses you passionately on the way there, but you don’t care for that and toss her onto the couch. You take off your shirt and see her eyes widen, and biting her lip. Her reaction makes you smirk and decide to go all out. You’re not here for foreplay; you’re here to fuck the shit out of her.

You pull off her skirt and panties, tossing them across the room, “Wow, so eager, huh.”

“I’m here to fuck you, right? Plus, I can see that you’re wet already, so let’s not waste any time.”

She nods her head, and you continue to undress, pulling down your pants and boxers, revealing your cock.

She gasps when she sees your cock spring out and says, “Oh my god. Your cock is so big!”

“Bigger than your ex, huh.”

“Yeah, much, much bigger. His doesn’t even compare. Don’t think it’s all going to fit inside me, though.”

“It will. It fits inside of Taeyeon. I bet you’ll take me in nicely, too.”

You grab your cock and slap it on her slightly shaven cunt, just small traces of hair from not having sex in a while. She could feel the hot radiating from your cock, making her cunt leak even more.

“You like it?,” asking as you press your cock on her pelvis. “Yeah, I want you in me; make me forget of that dirtbag.”

You can help but smile as you align your rock-hard cock and slowly press the tip inside of the entrance. Jessica moans and whines, from how much you’re stretching her, “Oh my god! You’re so big!” You grab her hips with a firm grip and press your weight on her. She feels your thick cock spread her walls, “Fuck… it feels like you’re splitting me in half!”

“You’re so tight! How small was your ex? Feels like I’m the first one fucking you!”

She whines and groans as your try to insert more of your cock, “Much smaller! His cock is nothing compared to yours!”

You can’t help but laugh at the poor guy, “Damn, poor guy, but don’t worry; I’m going to stretch you real good,” as you slam your cock all the way inside Jessica’s womb. She screams in both pain and pleasure, “You’re hitting me so deep! Let me breathe a bit,” but you don’t let her. You’re here to fuck and enjoy and enjoy, so watching her whine turns you on. You increase the speed and strength of your thrusting and can see Jessica go in a state of ecstasy. Her body and mind are experiencing something they have never experienced before.

You can’t help but smile at the sight of Jessica’s eyes rolling back and making her into a complete mess. It’s not long until she ends up having an orgasm, her body squirming, “Ahh… ahh, fuck! What’s going on? Why is my body feeling so hot? I feel like I’m going to pee!” and cries as she sprays you of liquid when you pinch her clit.

You pull your cock and are sprayed with Jessica’s liquid and see her panting. You immediately plugged your cock back inside of her, causing her to cough violently from the sudden pain of her womb getting stabbed. She tries to push you off, but it's no use. You can feel your own high arriving, and you need to see it through.

Her walls were tight, and it was making you reach your peak; you know that it’s the first time you two actually met besides her casual visit, but you really want to cum inside of her like one of your sleeves.

“Fuck… I’m about to cum.”

Jessica’s eyes go wide, and she says, “Wait… cum outside, pull out!”

“Nah… I’m going to cum inside!” you yell and grab her waist and blow your load inside of her. Jessica’s back arches and her body shakes as she feels your heavy white load invade her cunt. “Fuck…your pussy is milking me…”

It takes a while for Jessica to regain her composure, but after some time, she lifts her head up and says, “I told you to pull out. Why did you come in me?”

“You said you wanted to forget about your ex, right?”

“Yeah, but don’t just cum inside me.”

“Why not?”

“Just don’t. Not even my ex came inside of me,” she pouted.

“Haha, really?

“Yes, I made him wear a condom every time.”

“So that means I’m the first one to paint you white?”

“Yes…”

You can’t help yourself but get turned on again. You pick her up and carry her to the bedroom next to yours. She yelps when you toss her onto the bed and turn her over. You lift her, press her body down and lift her butt up in the air and spread her legs.

“Wait…what are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m hard, and I really want to fuck you, so just relax and enjoy.”

“Wait… I’m not…” you don’t give her time to finish off her sentence as you quickly align your cock to her entrance and shove it in one go. “Oh fuck! You’re being too rough!”

You grab her ass and give it a nice feel before giving it a hard slap. Jessica groans in pain from your large hand on her rear but gets turned on. Seeing her reaction, you continue to slap her ass, every time with a heavy hand, until her ass is completely red.

You thrust inside of her for about ten minutes until you’re at your peak once more. With your two hands, you grab her hips and bring them towards you as you place your weight on her and say, “I’m cumming! I’m going to paint your walls completely white. Your pussy is mine!”

You unload a massive amount of cum inside her, completely drowning her cunt of your seed, “Take my cum!” as Jessica’s blood comes rushing to her head. She grabs onto the bedsheets, gripping them hard as you drop your load into her cunt. “It’s too much; you’re going to drown me!”

You pull out your cock and watch your cum ooze out of her and stain the bed. “How was it?”

“Hot. I can feel the warmth right here,” she says as she points at her tummy.

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The two of you spend the whole night fucking, round after round. You smirk as she moans out your name and digs her nails deep into your arm as you fuck her. Anywhere from the hot tub, out on the balcony, and the shower. By the next day, she’s a mess, her womb completely yours and the shape of your massive cock. You know she’s ruined for any other man that’s not near your size.

“Still remember your ex?”

“What ex?”

You can’t help but laugh as you enjoy a blowjob from Jessica while lying on the bed. With her hand around your cock she bobs her head. Her tongue coats every inch of you with a thick layer of saliva. You grab your phone and take a quick picture before Jessica notices. She lifts her and catches you, “Hey, what are you doing?”

You grab her head and press it back down, causing her to gag when your cock hits the back of her throat. The sudden reaction of hitting her throat causes you to bust a load. In a panic, she tries to drink as much as she can because it's too much for her and gags. You release your grip, and Jessica lifts her head up, coughing. You watch cum dripping out her mouth and back onto your pelvis. “Lick it off.” She sees your serious look and does as she’s told, licking off the cum she just spits out.

Suddenly, her phone rings, and she grabs the phone from the nightstand. She answered the phone, and it was Taeyeon with IU.

“Why haven’t you answered our texts? Where are you?”

“Sorry, I fell asleep after getting home.”

“Oh, okay, we’re sorry we were not able to meet yesterday. How about joining us for brunch?”

“Hmmm… I think we can…” She stops mid-sentence when she sees what’s in front of her.

You wave your cock in front of her and whisper, “Want to go again?”

She sees your limp cock get hard in a matter of seconds and is now at full length. She bites her lip and climbs on top of you, lifts herself to your cock, and with her free hand, aligns it to her cum stained, covered cunt before dropping her whole weight on you. She yelps from the girth and tightens her walls, “Ahh… actually, I have some last-minute things I need to take care of that might take me a while. How about meeting later next week?”

“Oh… okay. Next week sounds good.”

“Okay, bye…”

You grab the phone off her hands and end the call, throwing her phone at the end of the bed. “I see someone wants to go another round.”

“Shut up.”

“How about this round? Grab some breakfast after. Maybe dinner, too.” She smiles and begins to ride you.

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The two of you end up sending the whole weekend fucking like animals. At the end of each session, she begs you to pump her womb with cum, even going as far as to breed her. Like a gentleman, you do as you're told and even tease about her ex; she pinches your thigh and tells you to fuck her harder. You even joke around and say, “Do you think we know each other better now?”

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shinenihs · 1 year

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BODY PILLOW

Haechan x fem!reader

Haechan is in a relationship with you even before he debuted, you were there through thick and thin. Luckily his company allowed him to date. It’s been 7 years and you guys are still going strong. Now that he’s on a world tour, it made you guys be in a long distance relationship. Haechan would call you before his flight and even after his landing, he also calls you before and after the concert. Haechan is a clingy man so it’s hard for him not being with his girlfriend. His friends text you that your boyfriend always has his body pillow and keep cuddling it pretending it's you. He also talks in his sleep which makes it even funnier. You always tease him about that, He keeps denying it so he won't look like he’s missing you too much.

Finally the concert ended. Haechan texted you that he’s just gonna take a shower and he’ll call you right after.

While waiting for him, you just scrolled through instagram and saw those fan posts about the concert. You couldn’t be more proud of him,7 years ago, he was just your boyfriend with big dreams. Now he has reached his dreams with you. Everyday he would tell you how thankful he is because you never left him behind. I mean isn’t that what you’re supposed to do if you love your boyfriend? Never leaving their sides whatever happens. He’s not the only successful person here in your relationship. Of course you have your own Cafe that you and Haechan planned. When you guys are together he would help you with the work.

RING RING RING

Haechan is calling….

Finally he called, You answered the phone and you were greeted with Haechan smiling. He was wearing a Black shirt and had his dinner on the table. Looks like he’s just eating dinner now.

“Baby Hello” He cheerfully said.

“Hey baby, You’re just eating dinner now?” You asked him.

“Yes, It’s only 7pm here so it’s not too late”

“You better finish your meal, How was the concert?”

“It was wonderful. The fans are super loud and it's fun interacting with them” He said, While he was telling me how it went, You could see his smile while telling you what they did and how he felt whenever he’s interacting with the fans. He really loves performing.

“That’s great love, Are you still hugging that body pillow and pretending it’s me?” You teased him. He gave you that side eye thing which made you laugh

“Heyyyy, I do not”

“Baby stop denying, Renjun just sent me a picture of you hugging the pillow” He covered his face because he’s shy. Why is he shy when you've been together for a long time. You already saw all of his other personalities

“Stop it”

“Okay okay I’ll stop, Just wait a little more baby. Next thing you know you’re cuddling with the real girlfriend not the body pillow anymore” You both laughed.

“It’s hard without you here, I wish you were here with me” He said looking down.

“I wish that too” Little did he know, You bought tickets to see him tomorrow. Everybody knows except him.

“Come eat dinner with me” He said pointing the camera to his food. You accepted his offer and went to the dining room so you could eat together.

“What are you having?” He asked.

“I’m having Spaghetti and Meatballs, How about you?”

“Steak” He happily answered.

“Boy you do love steak huh?”

“Of course, but it would taste better if you cooked it”

“That’s the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard from you” you said laughing

You ate and talked until he fell asleep. He was very tired so you waited for him to fall asleep and ended the call. He looks so pretty when he sleeps.

NEXT DAY

Finally it’s the day you’re going to surprise your boyfriend by flying over to him. You packed clothes that it’s good for a week so you’re going to be coming with him when they fly to the next destination of their tour.

You texted Renjun that you’re landing so they could pick you up. The plan was pretending to be the room service that would deliver the food to Haechan’s room.

Finally you guys arrived at the hotel they’re staying at, Haechan just ordered food which is a good timing, you guys talked to the hotel staff about the plan and they immediately agreed so you just waited for the food to get ready and went to his room. You rang the doorbell and shouted room service. Haechan opened the door and didn’t notice you at first because you were wearing a snapback until you put down his food and removed your hat.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” He was shocked. He hugged you tight, you almost became a juice.

“I went here to surprise you! Hi baby” You said breaking the hug.

Haechan was speechless, He never suspected a thing. You pulled him for a kiss that turned into a make out. Haechan started holding your waist, That gave you butterflies.

“You wore a dress coming here? Isn’t the airport cold?” He said between the kisses. He was dominating you, you couldn’t respond. You just let out a moan indicating that it is cold. But you did it on purpose, You both are deprived of each other and savoring each moment.

“Are we seriously doing this now? Mmh-” You let out a moan while he’s kissing your neck.

“Just a quickie” He said continuing to devour you

“We both know how this will end babe” You said letting out a whimper everytime he finds the weak spot in your body, He’s really good at this it’s like he knows where your weaknesses are

“Please?” He begged, Your worst nightmare is him begging for you, You love it when he begs so you just gave in.

You guys just made love to each other. Your boyfriend has plenty of free time so why not spend it in his room right? After making love you both showered together. Of course knowing your boyfriend? He’s a sneaky little pervert who gets his way with you. You just had sex with your boyfriend in the shower but this time he went rough on you. After having sex with your bf you fell asleep. And he got ready for the concert.

After he got ready, he woke you up.

“Love? Wake up” He said softly tapping you

“What do you want?” You said, you are pretty grumpy. Since he got you tired from all the things you both did.

“The concert will start in 2 hours. Do you want to go with me and stay at the back stage?”

“Okay, just wait for me. I'm gonna get dressed.” You got dressed and went with your boyfriend.

IN THE VAN

“You’re gonna do great there baby. Serve like you always do” You said hyping him up, He loves it when you’re praising him. One of his kinks lol

“If I did good there, I'm gonna get my reward right?” He whispered to me. He gave you goosebumps. You just lightly hit his arm because you guys are with his members. But you nodded, You saw your boyfriend smirked which tells you he’s planning something.

After the concert, You gave him the reward he’s talking about. Filling the room with loud noises.

When you guys both got done making love to each other, You guys exchanged Ily’s and Haechan telling you that this is the best day ever.

“I told you, you’re cuddling with your real girlfriend now.” I teased him.

“You’re the definition of “Never let them know your next move.” You know how to surprise me, I love you” He said leaving one last kiss on the lips before we went to sleep.

#nct haechan #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct smut #nct x reader #nct dream #haechan #haechan smut

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harlowcomehome · 11 months

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Creme De La Creme: Orlando.

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“Jack, Jack, Jackman wake up” you nudged his shoulder, knowing that he needed to shower before the flight.

“Hmmm?” He sleepily mumbled.

“Get up and shower baby, we can’t miss the flight” You kissed him and made sure that he was going to get out of bed before leaving to go to the kitchen to make everyone breakfast since you were the only one awake and ready.

Both he and Urban spent the night at yours and Laylas, your place was closer to the airport anyway.

After everybody ate, Neelam sent a car to pick the four of you up and you were on your way to the airport.

****

“Is this a long flight?” Urban asked Neelam as you waited in the TSA line together. She was looking over all of the travel arrangements on her phone.

“About an hour and a half,” she responded without looking up.

When you were sitting in your seat on the plane, everything finally felt real. You were so proud of your boyfriend, and the fact that he was going on a tour was a big deal but he also wanted you to come and that was an even bigger deal. You were upset that you couldn’t be there for every tour date but he understood.

You let Jack have the window seat. “Are you sure?” He asked for the millionth time.

“Yes! This is a big moment, enjoy the view.” You smiled as he nodded happily. “Can I take a picture of you?”

He said yes and posed for the camera, you knew you’d want to frame this someday.

“So Orlando tonight, St. Petersburg tomorrow, Miami on Friday and then you fly home Sunday morning?”

“Mhm, and your next show isn’t until Tuesday right?” You tried to keep up with everything he’s told you so far.

“VMAS is on Sunday and the Met Gala is Monday” he reminded you.

“What do people even do at the Met?” You asked before being interrupted by the flight attendant's demonstration.

“I think they just get dressed up to eat together? I have no idea” he whispered as he leaned into you.

You turned to look at Layla and Urban who are sat in the row across from you, you knew that Layla was a nervous flyer, so you were going to ask her if she was okay but you realize that she and Urban were already holding hands anyway. You motioned with your eyes for Jack to look at them, he leaned forward and smiled as he saw their hands.

When you got to the hotel, you and Jack went to his hotel room. Urban and Layla went to theirs and Neelam made sure everyone was aware of the time, noting there were only a few hours before Jack needed to be at the venue.

Jack placed both yours and his suitcase down inside the closet in his room.

“Thanks for carrying that baby, you didn’t have to” You smiled and he just shook his head.

“No problem.” He plopped down on the bed, laying on his back.

“Tired?”

“My back hurts” he groaned. “It’s been hurting a lot lately from rehearsals and then the plane ride didn’t help.”

“Lay on your stomach, I got you. I’ve been told if I didn’t rap I would be a good masseuse” you joked and he let out a chuckle.

“That was corny” he kissed you and you giggled against his lips, helping him take his shirt off.

You straddled him from behind, focusing on his shoulder blades first. “Are you excited to finally start the tour?”

“Excited and nervous to see how it all plays out” he confessed as you continued to rub his back.

He let out a grunt. “That feels good, can you stay on that spot?”

You continued to massage him for a while until he started to fall asleep. “Baby, take a nap. I’m going to get ready” You kissed his back and covered him with a blanket.

You got ready, fixing your makeup and hair. Layla eventually called your phone and you closed the bathroom door not to wake Jack.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Did you and Jack eat yet? We are going to order food, I’ll text you a menu and bring it to your room so we can all eat?”

“Sounds good, I’ll wake him up and ask what he wants”

****

When you got to the venue you listened to sound check, and watched as the stage was set up. There were a few fans outside already waiting but luckily you entered the venue from the back and remained undetected.

Neelam made sure there was an area backstage for you and Layla that way you’d be able to watch without anyone seeing you, and asking questions.

Urban took some photos of the crowd as they continued to line up against the barricade and some photos of the stage set up.

When the venue started to fill up, Jack changed into his performance outfit and you could see his nerves growing. He was more or less concerned about showing off in front of you but he didn’t want to admit that just yet.

“You’re going to do amazing baby” You kissed him as his last opening act finished up.

Jack opened with ‘Tyler Herro’ and hearing the crowd go wild for him instantly made you emotional.

“This is crazy!” You giggled as you turned to Layla who was jumping up and down with you, rapping every word.

When it was time for Jack to stand on the roof of his cafe set he had to walk backstage to climb some stairs and get on top of it. He winked at you as you mouthed to him to be careful.

By the time Jack was halfway through the show you and Layla were both sweaty and exhausted. Urban had snuck a few photos and Neelam recorded you to show Jack, knowing how impressed he’d be that you knew every word.

Jack was nearly almost done with his set list when you heard the opening chords to ‘Rendezvous’ begin to play. You started to giggle, turning to Layla to tell her about the joke you had made to Jack earlier using one of his lyrics to this song.

“That man is going to think of you every time he performs this one now” she joked and you couldn’t help but smile.

“I hope so” You put your hand over your mouth, trying to hide the obnoxiously goofy grin plastered across your face.

When ‘Keep it light’ started to play you started to get a lump in your throat, recalling a deep conversation you had with Jack.

A few months ago, you and Jack were talking about his album and he explained to you everything that went into it, since you met shortly after it had been released You weren’t sure what all went into it.

He told you all about long studio nights, therapy sessions, and just writing out his thoughts. This was the first time he had really been vulnerable with you, listening to him talk about his art made you feel closer to him.

That’s when you knew.

You knew you loved him, when he sat across from you on your bed. He was fidgeting with the drawstrings on his shorts, nervously but you found it endearing. He was explaining how ‘keep it light’ was slept on, but how he felt most connected to it. He explained how he surprised Maggie by using her voice at the end of the song.

He got emotional talking about his family, and explaining that his mom always told him to “absorb moments.” There was a certain twinkle in his eye, a vibrato in his voice, that made you so sure.

“Layla, I’m going to tell him I love him tonight” you confessed as Jack continued to perform.

“What?” She turned to you wide-eyed and excited, she mentally recalled her conversation with Urban at the Derby.

“I can’t hold it in any longer, and watching him perform tonight has me in awe of him” You felt your face grow warm, and you tried to hide it.

“Don’t be shy now!” She giggled as she pried your hands away from your cheeks.

“If he doesn’t feel the same we might have to cut this trip short” you mumbled, slightly panicked.

“Is he almost done? What’s left on the setlist?” Layla questioned knowing you had it saved in your phone.

“He has two more songs” you swallowed, knowing this was about to feel like the longest two songs in the world.

“Are you going to tell him in private or?”

“I don’t know, I feel like it’s just going to fly out of my mouth” you joked but you were so nervous you felt it could be half true.

When Jack finally got off stage, all of you were quickly rushed to the van, being escorted by security. Jack held your hand knowing that his team (who already knew about you) were the only ones around.

The drive back to the hotel felt long, everyone was giving Jack praises, including you. He was happy, and you were growing more and more nervous, overthinking was definitely starting to change your mind.

“Baby, I have to say something” you nervously choked out as everyone else had finally moved on to their own side conversations.

“Yeah?” His eyes darted left and right, trying to read your facial expression with zero luck. “Did you not like the show?”

You giggled nervously at his question, and his face softened in relief.

“I loved the show!”

“What was your favorite part?” He was sitting beside you, his thigh against yours. He turned his full attention to you, looking you directly in the eyes now.

“I mean everything?” You paused looking down and avoiding his gaze for a moment.

“Everything huh?” He laughed, his tongue visible against his cheek. He could tell you were holding back and it made him nervous.

You pulled up to the hotel, and everyone was starting to file out of the van. You and Jack were the last to get out, it was late so neither one of you thought twice about hiding your relationship from the world.

Jack grabbed your hand as you walked down the hotel hallway.

“Everything huh?” Jack repeated himself as the two of you entered your shared hotel room. “There wasn’t a specific part you liked most?”

“I mean…” you plopped down on the bed. “I had a specific part that stood out to me.”

“You’re killing me! What is it?” He stood in front of you, looking down at you as you looked up and into his baby-blue eyes.

“My favorite part was watching the man I love do the thing he loves” you nervously replied.

Jack froze, wondering if he was still riding the high of his show and hallucinating or if you just confessed that you loved him.

You took his silence as a rejection, standing up immediately and profusely apologizing and nervously rambling as you walked over to your suitcase.

“Y/N, Sweetheart” his voice was soft and calm, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned into a smile. He walked over to you, and you realized then that he felt it too.

“I love you too, I’ve been wanting to say it but I was too scared that I’d scare you away and I’m so relieved you said it first” he laughed and you wrapped your arms around him before he bent down to kiss you.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he said between kisses, and the wave of nervousness had left you completely.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #Jack Harlow fluff #Jack Harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fan fiction

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lesbiankimdahyun · 1 year

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A familiar face, pt. I

2K words

CW: Suggestive, A/B/O dynamics

[Tzuyu x F!Reader x Nayeon]

Tzuyu could be loud and bubbly when she wanted to be, and painfully shy at other times. As one of two Alphas in Twice, she only had Nayeon to lean on for guidance and support.

Nayeon did her best not to tease the maknae too much, but oftentimes she couldn’t help it— Tzuyu was hopelessly shy in front of other Omegas in public; quiet and reserved when cameras were nearby and rolling. It made other potentially interested Omegas confused by her body language. At award shows she caught the attention of other Omegas easily, but she wouldn’t (couldn’t, really) meet any of their gazes when they glanced her way.

Unlike Nayeon, Tzuyu had opted to be on suppressants for the majority of her idol career. But now after years of suppression, her body needed a break and her doctor urged her to go through at least one natural rut before the year’s end. Wanting to get it over with sooner rather than later, Tzuyu opted out of refilling her prescription and was starting to panic as the number of suppressants in their familiar orange plastic bottle started to dwindle.

When she told Nayeon, the older girl knew she’d need to step up and help so Tzuyu would be well taken care of. Nayeon floated the idea of asking an Omega Twice member like Sana or a Beta like Dahyun for help, but Tzuyu was mortified at both ideas.

“Anyone but our members, unnie!” Tzuyu had pleaded with her. “I- it’s too embarrassing. I’ll find someone else.”

But as days passed, Tzuyu clearly wasn’t sure who to turn to, so Nayeon hatched a plan.

You were going to be that someone else.

Your time at JYPE as a trainee had overlapped with the Twice girls, and you were still friendly with them despite having your own career as a soloist. Every time you or Twice went on tour, there were sure to be photos snapped of you at their show, and them at yours. You ran into each other at award shows too, cheering loudly for one another. You even owned your own candy bong (courtesy of the girls, of course).

So when Nayeon asked if you were free for lunch with her and Tzuyu, you happily accepted.

On the day you all were set to meet, Nayeon and Tzuyu arrived at the restaurant first, picking out a booth in the back. Tzuyu slid into the booth with ease, but when Nayeon sat down next to her, the younger Alpha was confused.

“What are you doing, unnie?” she asked. “You have the whole other side of the table.”

When the wait staff put a third menu down, she turned to face Nayeon. “Wait, who else is coming? Momo unnie?”

Before Nayeon could reply, you walked in. Spotting your old trainee buds, you smiled and offered a wave as you made your way over. Nayeon looked genuinely happy to see you, while Tzuyu tried to mask her confusion with a polite smile as you came closer.

Nayeon greeted you first, pulling you into a hug. It had been a minute since you’d seen Nayeon, and she looked pretty as ever. You blushed a bit when she hugged you, a bit shy suddenly in such a pretty Alpha’s presence. Two Alphas, you corrected yourself, looking at Tzuyu.

“Hi Y/N,” Tzuyu said, giving you a quick hug and avoiding eye contact with you. The young Alpha couldn’t believe how stunning you were— or how sweetly you smelled.

The three of you sat down and chatted lightly for a bit. After ordering some food, Nayeon decided to get right to it.

“Y/N,” she started, spreading her hands out on the table, “it’s so good to see you, I don’t think we’ve been able to catch up since…” she trailed off, biting her lip.

Both of you remembered everything from the last time you’d seen each other.

You blushed at the memories of Nayeon ferociously fucking you during her solo album era over the summer. She’d needed release when her rut hit later than usual. It almost threw off her entire promotional schedule, but thanks to your help, everything went much more smoothly.

“Oh! Yes,” you said a little too quickly, “it’s been way too long.”

Tzuyu glanced up at you then, noticing your cheeks grow pink. Of course, she thought. You were an Omega. That’s when she put it together— Nayeon was trying to set her up.

Before she could say anything, Nayeon spoke again. “I was thinking about how much you…helped me over the summer,” she started, choosing her words carefully as she watched the waiter set down plates with your lunch on the table. When the waiter was out of earshot, she continued, taking a sip of her Coke.

“I was wondering, well, we were wondering if you’d be kind enough to—”

“Wait,” Tzuyu said suddenly, moving to scoot out of the booth, pulling on Nayeon’s arm. “Sorry Y/N, I need to- we’ll be right back,” she said.

After dragging Nayeon into the bathroom, Tzuyu gave the older girl a whack on the arm.

“What are you doing?” she whisper-yelled. “Y/N?!”

Nayeon crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “I don’t see you coming up with anyone! Do you want to suffer alone for your entire rut?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “It’s going to be here sooner than you think, you can’t pretend like it isn’t. And you need to be prepared, Tzu,” Nayeon’s voice softened. “This is your first rut in a few years, it’s not going to be…easy.”

Tzuyu anxiously started washing her hands just to give herself something to do while she thought. She did know you, it's not like you weren't a familiar face. And you were pretty…

“What if she says no?” Tzuyu asked softly.

Nayeon laughed, giving the younger girl’s shoulder a playful shove. “Oh come on! No one in their right mind would say no to you, Tzu.”

Tzuyu, not fully convinced, took her time drying her hands while she thought some more. Nayeon broke her out of her cloud of thoughts. “You’ll never know unless you ask,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“...Okay, fine,” Tzuyu groaned. “You’re right, unnie.”

“Hey! Everything good?” you asked, looking up from your lunch and pocketing your phone as Nayeon and Tzuyu returned to the table.

The two Twice girls communicated something silently between themselves before nodding.

The older girl steepled her hands on the table, looking at you with a mischievous grin on her face.

“Before I was so rudely interrupted," Nayeon started, glancing at Tzuyu, “I was trying to tell you that our sweet Tzuyu is going off of her suppressants for the first time in…quite a while.” She watched your face carefully as she continued. “She’s looking for some help, just like how you helped me.”

Your eyes widened a little but you said nothing yet. You looked over at Tzuyu, who looked like she’d just swallowed her fork.

“Oh,” you said, picking up on your role in all of this. You offered Tzuyu a reassuring smile. “I get it, it’s probably nerve wracking to even have to think about all of this after not having a rut in a while.”

The word “rut” made Tzuyu blush, and she immediately took a bite of her food to avoid having to respond right away.

“I’d be happy to help,” you said, picking up the slack in the conversation. “Whatever you need.”

Nayeon beamed, taking your hand in hers. “I knew you would be! See, Tzuyu? I told you!”

Tzuyu blushed deeper and offered a shy ‘thank you’. She slowly relaxed and you soon felt the tension between all three of you dissipate.

The rest of your lunch went off without a hitch, all of you genuinely catching up and reliving old times, laughing and taking a few selfies to post online later.

As the three of you gathered your things to leave, Nayeon touched your forearm lightly. “Do you…have plans this weekend?” she asked.

You were genuinely about to share what you had planned, then understood why she asked. You shook your head. “Not anymore,” you replied, making a note to give your manager a heads up when you got home.

“Great!” Nayeon said. “You could come over on…?” she looked at Tzuyu.

Tzuyu glanced up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking about how many suppressants she had left. “Um, I think Friday night would be…best,” she said softly.

You nodded. “Sure, I’ll see you then,” you said. Nayeon wrapped you in another hug before leaving.

“You’re a lifesaver, Y/N,” she said, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “See you later!” she winked at you before giving you and Tzuyu a little space.

You met Tzuyu’s gaze and the two of you laughed shyly. She tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear before she spoke.

“I…” she started, but stopped, trying to find words. “Thank you,” she finally landed on. She gave you a hug too, having to bend her knees a bit to meet your shorter height. She smiled at you, finally holding your gaze for a few moments. “It really is nice to see you again, Y/N.”

Though Nayeon and Momo shared an apartment, Tzuyu had traded apartment spaces with the Beta for the weekend.

At first you were sad you wouldn’t be able to see Momo when you came over, but when Nayeon opened the front door to let you in, you knew immediately it was for the best that she had gone. Tzuyu was nowhere to be seen, but you could smell her the moment you stepped inside.

“Oh my god,” you said, taking off your jacket and dropping your overnight bag in the living room.

Nayeon pinched the bridge of her nose, inhaling sharply. “I know,” she said.

Tzuyu’s scent, though strong, was also extremely alluring, and you knew you didn’t have a ton of time left before your Omega instincts started taking over your body and mind. “Is she…?” you gestured to a closed bedroom door down the hall.

Nayeon nodded. “She’s been trying to fight it all afternoon, I really don’t know what kind of a state she’s in,” she warned as she guided you down the hall and knocked on the door.

“Tzu? Y/N is here,” she said.

Even from behind a closed door, Tzuyu’s scent was starting to affect you. You had butterflies in your tummy suddenly, nervous and excited ones. You released a bit of your own scent, hoping it would help put Tzuyu at ease. You took a deep breath to steady yourself, but another scent caught your attention. Was Nayeon starting to be affected too?

“W-wait,” Tzuyu called from behind the door. “Nayeon, can I talk to you first?” she asked, her voice sounding strained.

Nayeon groaned. “Tzuyu-ah, we really don’t have time for this, I need to get out of here, remember?”

“Please!” Tzuyu’s voice pleaded from behind the door.

Nayeon huffed but opened the door and quickly stepped inside.

You took a step back and leaned against the wall. At first you were fine, but after a minute or so, you felt a familiar heat creep up between your legs. You tried not to think about the fact that two Alphas were mere feet away from you on the other side of a door, two very pretty Alphas whose mixed scents were now hitting you with staggering power. You wondered what could possibly be taking them so long. You were wet now, trying very hard not to wonder about how Tzuyu was going to take you, and whether it would be anything like what you and Nayeon did–

The door swung open suddenly, interrupting your thoughts. When you looked up at Nayeon, you gulped. Her eyes were darker, blown wide with lust when she caught sight of you. She smirked, looking anything but comforting.

“N-Nayeon?” you asked, not moving from where you stood. “Are you…still heading out?”

Nayeon’s smile grew a little bigger and she bit her lip as she opened the door wider. “No,” she said coolly. “I think I’ll stay with you and Tzuyu.”

#twice imagines #twice x you #twice x reader #twice x f! reader #twice x fem reader #tzuyu imagines #nayeon imagines #twice a/b/o

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riboism · 2 years

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yo no soy celoso

pairing: idol!san x f!reader

genre: angst, eventual smut

synopsis: you didn’t expect to run into your ex on the way back to your hotel room.

wc: 4.4k

a/n: feedback is much appreciated! it motivates me to keep writing :)

“yo no soy celoso, pero ¿quién e' ese cabrón? dime quién e' ese cabrón. tranquila, no soy psycho. no vo'a hacer un papelón, pero...ouch! mi corazón.”- bad bunny

“Hey, watch where you’re going!”

San jolted his head up at the angry-looking man in front of him. He had been so focused on his dress shoes that he didn’t notice he walked right into someone.

“S-sorry sir” he stuttered.

The man gave him a look, mumbling to himself as he walked away. San looked around the hotel lobby, hoping nobody saw that. There weren’t a lot of people to begin with since it was already past midnight. He sighed in relief before continuing on with his depressed march back to his suite.

He didn’t know what he expected out of this night. He didn’t even wanna go to the wedding to begin with. Weddings were miserably long occasions. He remembered getting the invitation in the mail, running his fingers over the pretty lace design before mindlessly tossing it on the kitchen table with all the other useless mail. He thought he would just send a nice champagne bottle to his friend in exchange for not attending. He figured his friend would understand given the busy nature of his career and how hard it was to take a day off.

But then he found out you were coming.

Of course, the groom was a mutual friend of yours, why wouldn’t you be coming?

San had rushed back into the kitchen, flipping through the junk mail that thankfully Wooyoung hadn’t thrown out yet. Finally uncovering the laced envelope, he tore it open and put a tick mark next to the RSVP box.

San chuckled at how foolish he was. I mean what did he think was going to happen? That you’d see him, feel guilty about breaking up with him, beg him to take you back (which he’d gladly do), and then live happily ever after?

In reality, nothing had happened. The night was uneventful. He wanted to walk up to you to say hello, ask how you were doing, and tell you that he missed you and that things will be different this time. But all he could do was watch from afar as your arms linked with someone else’s. That hurt. You might as well have grabbed a revolver and shot a bullet through his heart, leaving him to bleed out on the floor. How could you? he thought. How could you move on so quickly? After everything we’ve been through, you just show up with some other guy like we never happened? Did you even miss me? Even just a little?

His heart ached at the sudden realization that there was nothing wrong with you bringing another man into your life. It had been over a year since you broke it off yet he was still hung up on you. Despite his friend's suggestions, he just couldn’t move on with another girl. How could he get back into the game if you were the best prize he’s ever won?

San had no one to blame but himself. His calls came less and less frequently, sometimes he wouldn’t even remember to text back for days. He got busier with comebacks, tours, promotions, and dance practices, but you were always on his mind. How could he explain that to you? How could he convince you to stay when he’s neglected you so much?

His mind reeled back to that fate-less day. You did it over the phone. It was late at night and San was still tired from his schedule. He regretted snapping at you, wishing he could turn back time so that he could go back to that moment and shove his words back into his mouth. He cringed thinking about all the awful things he said to you out of anger. If he could go back, he’d say I’m sorry, please don’t leave me, I’ll do better, we can get through this. But it was too late for that.

The elevator dinged, making him lose his train of thought. He let out a defeated sigh before hopping onto the elevator.

“Wait!” someone called out. San noticed a pair of heels running frantically towards the elevator. Before the doors could close, he held his hand out to let the person in.

“Thank you!” they said, breathless from the runover. San’s chest tightened as he recognized the voice. It was the same girl that was on his mind all night.

He looked at you with wide eyes. He couldn’t believe it. He wondered if he thought about you too much, that this was the reason why you were here with him now. Just his luck.

“Hey” you greeted. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, only stared with those doe eyes of his. You worried if your hair was messy from the run. You ran her hand over it, gently patting any stray hairs down.

San finally responded. “Where’s that guy you were with?”

You let out an exasperated sigh, annoyed with his lack of composure. “That’s what you want to ask me? We haven’t seen each other in over a year, you don’t come up to me and say hello at the wedding, and now that I’m here with you, that’s the first thing you say to me?”

San’s cheeks glowed red, mentally cursing himself at his poor choice of words. He didn’t know what came over him. He was just so nervous and couldn’t help but blurt out whatever was on his mind without thinking first.

“Y-you could’ve come up and said hello to me first.” Fuck he thought, what the hell is wrong with you San?

Needless to say, you were disappointed. You thought maybe he was more grown-up now, but he proved you wrong. Relieved to hear the elevator stop at your floor, you bid your ex farewell. “Well, it was good seeing you.” The doors parted open and you stepped out, pulling out the keycard from your clutch.

“Wait!” he called, running to catch up with you. You groaned. What does he want now?

“Let me try again. Hi.”

You took a sharp inhale, questioning if it was worth entertaining his third attempt. But he looked more serious now, and a little apologetic, so you thought you’d give him one last try.

“Hi.”

“How have you been?”

“I’ve been well. You?”

“Oh, you know,” he said, scratching the back of his head, “busy… But I’m holding up just fine.” San wasn’t sure if he believed that himself. The past year had been cloudy, days blended in with each other, and he had a hard time paying attention. Though he’d deny it, you were partly to blame for his lack of focus. “You look great by the way. Haven’t changed at all since the day I last saw you.”

You smiled shyly. “Thanks. Your hair is different.”

“Yeah, I thought I’d try blonde.”

“It’s nice...but I liked your black hair better.”

You both stood in the hall, gazing at each other for a while. He had changed a lot. You noticed his shoulders were broader and he seemed to be a lot more sure of himself. You couldn’t take your eyes off him and neither could he. You missed the way he looked at you. His soft eyes made you feel like you were the only person in the room and that nothing else mattered. You wondered if he was thinking the same thing.

“I uh,” you broke the silence, “I’m glad you’re well San. Really, I am. Anyway, I should go. My rooms over there.” You gave him a nod and turned on your heels.

“Wait!” he called, stopping you in your tracks again. “Do you have to go? I mean...we should get a drink, catch up more...What do you say?”

You mulled over his suggestion. You knew you shouldn’t.

“It’s so late. The bars are probably closed.”

“I have a nice bottle of Brandy sitting in my room that’s just begging to be opened.”

You raised a brow at his proposal. You weren’t sure what to do. Your head was screaming at you to decline and go to sleep. You were tired from the festivities and you knew that if you agreed to go to his room, it would send him the wrong message. The year apart from San was hard but it did you a lot of good. You’d never forgive yourself for throwing away all that progress. But you had to admit, you did love having his eyes on you, wishing to be under his gaze for a while longer.

“I don’t know San-”

“Come on. Just one drink and a little conversation, nothing more. It’ll be like old times. Besides, I know how much you like brandy.”

You considered his suggestion. You did like brandy. “Fine,” you reluctantly agreed, “just one drink.”

San’s room was enormous. The Presidential Suite, he emphasized. You figured this room was as big as your apartment. Maybe even bigger.

San poured you a glass which you delightfully took from his hands. “Thanks.”

“Why don’t we sit here.” San gestured to the very elegant-looking sitting area on the other side of the room. You made your way to one of the lounge chairs, careful not to sit down too fast. You had recently gotten a tattoo. It was nothing crazy, just a small delphinium flower on your hip. For a small design, it hurt like hell. You were sure to be careful to not aggravate the already sore skin.

San poured himself a glass. He was a lot bigger than you remembered. The long sleeves of his dress shirt were now rolled up, revealing his forearm which was decorated with the thin cords of his veins. His sleeves were tight around his bicep, the seams looking like they’d burst at any minute. You quickly looked away, worried he might catch you staring.

San sat down across from you, watching you as you took a sip. “So what have you been up to?”

“Not much. Changed jobs, moved to a new place in the city for it. It’s nice.”

He nodded, setting his glass on the table. “New job, new place, new boyfriend...things are really looking up for you. So what’s his name?”

You held back a laugh. He really wasn’t going to let that go. “You seem to be more interested in him than in me.”

“That’s not true. Say, where’d he go anyway? Did he really not even think of walking you back to your room? It’s the least he could’ve done.” He picked up his glass again, gulping down some of the dark liquid to calm his nerves.

“Someone sounds jealous” you teased.

“Jealous? Pfft, I’m not jealous. I just wanna know who this guy is.” He took another long sip. As much as he denied it, he was a little jealous. He remembered watching you two dance at the reception. His hands around your waist, lips so close to your ear, whispering what looked like sweet nothings to you. It was enough to make his blood boil. He desperately wanted to get out of his seat and peel him off of you. Worried he might do something psychotic, he decided to leave early, telling the groom and his bride that some important work stuff came up and that he had an early flight back tomorrow morning.

“He’s a friend from work,” you explained “he’s nice, I thought I’d bring him as my plus one...he plays for the other team, actually...he kinda wanted to see you. He’s a fan. But I think he got nervous with you glaring at him all night.”

San choked on his drink. He sat the glass back on the table, coughing to clear his throat. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“I-I wasn’t glaring...god, I’m so sorry I just assumed that...” he trailed off, not sure what else to say to you.

“It’s fine. Just make sure you send me a signed album to give to him.”

“Of course” he agreed. He tried hard not to show his relief after finding out you were still single. You tried hard not to notice. His eyes were fixed on you again, looking at you fondly. You tried to avoid his gaze but failed. His dimples were more pronounced now and his cheekbones were even sharper than you remembered. The thin slit at his brow made him look tough and intimidating, which was the complete opposite of his personality. You always admired how he could look so menacing on stage and then return to his sweet, charming, and awkward self. The eyebrow slits and makeup added to his intense stage persona, but his old self still shined through no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sore ache on your hip. You shifted in your seat, trying to get in a position that would alleviate the pain.

“Why are you sitting like that?” San asked.

“Like what?”

“Like this”, he mimicked your weird posture. You sighed, not really wanting to admit the reason why.

“I got a tattoo.”

San’s brow perked up. “You did?”

“Yes. Just yesterday. It hurts.”

“Where is it?”

“On my hip.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah.”

“What is it?”

“A delphini-” you stopped, not wanting to continue. God, why did you say that? you thought. You didn’t realize the significance when getting the tattoo. I mean yes, it was your favorite flower, but you didn’t realize it became your favorite flower after San gave you one when he officially asked you out for the first time. You thought it was strange of him to hand you a bouquet of delphinium flowers when he confessed to you. Usually, you’d give a rose, but he went with these long strands of lilac pinks and periwinkle blues. When you asked him later, he said it was because delphiniums signify joy and that’s how he feels anytime he’s around you. “U-uh, it’s just a flower.”

San didn’t question you again. A loud silence lingered between you two. It was beginning to get awkward and you tried to think of an excuse to leave. This was a bad idea, you thought. I should’ve stayed in my room, what am I doing here?

“Lidocaine” San announced, breaking the silence.

“What?” you asked.

“Lidocaine. It’s like a numbing spray. I used it when I got my tattoo, although the relief doesn’t last very long.”

“Oh.” You looked down at your lap, playing with your fingers. “Thanks. I’ll look for that when I go to the pharmacy.”

Another silence weighed in. You didn’t look back up, but you could feel the warmth of San’s eyes on you. You knew what he was going to say next and you wished you got up and left before he broke your heart again.

“I miss you.” And just like that, your heart tore wide open at his small, desperate voice.

“San-”

“Do you miss me?”

You didn’t know how to answer him. “I missed you all those nights you didn’t call me back.”

He let out a sigh. “I am sorry for that, y/n. I’m sorry I neglected you for so long. I just thought you’d understand but…” he stopped for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts, “...you deserved better than what I gave you.”

You didn’t know how badly you needed to hear those words. You loved San, you really did. But your relationship with him wasn’t sustainable. You had to move on before it was too late to leave. “Thank you” you picked at the skin around your fingers, “and I did miss you…for a little bit, afterward.”

Another silence. Neither of you knew what to talk about next. You wanted to ask about the members and the upcoming comeback, but how could you say that after he just told you he missed you? You asked yourself why you agreed to come in the first place, still thinking this was a bad idea.

“Y/n…”

You hummed in response, still twiddling with your fingers.

“Y/n…”

You looked up at him finally, which was exactly what he wanted you to do. Your eyes reunited with his soft smiley orbs and you felt yourself melt into the couch.

“I gotta to see it.”

You sat up straight. “See what?”

“The delphinium.”

Your head spun at his words. You knew what he was really asking for and you weren’t sure if you could do it.

“San…”

“Oh please, won’t you show me?” He looked at you with doting eyes that made it hard to say no. After a long back and forth with San, you finally caved in. You stood up, hesitating before pulling one side of your dress over your hip. You pulled the waistband of your underwear down to reveal the bruised skin.

“It’s still healing.” You pouted at the swollen red spot.

“Come closer, I can’t see that far.” You don’t know why you listened to him. You could’ve said this was stupid and stormed out of there. But you obeyed his order, slowly walking up to show him your ink. You gulped as you watched his hand reach out to touch you. He gently caressed your red skin with his thumb, making you whimper at his touch. His eyes darted up at you as his hands went further down to where they weren’t supposed to be.

“San” you breathed out. If you were thinking straight, you’d pull away from him and leave immediately, but something about the familiarity of his fingertips brushing up and down your sides made your legs jelly and unable to move.

San shushed you before pressing his lips against your tattoo. You gasped at the feeling of his plush lips on your red hot skin. His kisses trailed up to your belly, hanging around the top of your underwear. He pulled on your waistband with his teeth, the elastic snapping back against your skin as he let go. He still had his eyes on you, waiting for your permission to go further. There were a million voices in your head telling you to stop, but you didn’t listen to a single one. Reading the defeated look on your face, San sprung up to his feet. His fingers wrapped around the back zipper of your dress, slowly pulling it down. He pulled the straps down your shoulders, letting your attire fall around your feet. He tilted your chin up, staring salaciously at your lips. The space between you two disappeared as he pushed his lips onto yours. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, realizing how much you missed having his lips on you. You were drowning in him, feeling as if you two were picking up from where you left off.

He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him like instinct. He walked over to his bed, gently placing you on top of his silk sheets, making sure not to break the kiss. He helped you undo your bra before gently pushing you down against the bed. His soft eyes turned hungry as he took in every detail of you.

“You're so pretty baby” he sighed. He adored the way you looked at this moment. So soft and ready for him.

San got on his knees, pushing your legs apart for him. He was shirtless now and you couldn’t help but admire the broadness of his bare shoulders. He ran a finger over your clothed heat, making you tremble at his touch. Laughing softly at your reaction to his touch, he began rubbing slow circles over your clit. You were getting wet and it was only a matter of time before San sees the wet spot on your underwear.

San clicked his tongue at the pool of arousal now staining your underwear. He pulled them to the side, revealing your puffy lips. He pressed a soft kiss onto your pussy lips, satisfied with the way you flinched at his touch. He flattened his tongue, slowly dragging it over your cunt. He let out a moan before you could, now lapping at your heat.

“I missed your taste” he sighed into your cunt. Spreading your lips, San latched his onto your clit, sucking hard at the bud.

You tried your best not to cry out, worried the people next door will hear. Seeming to hear your thoughts, San reassured you. “There’s no one else on this floor, so don’t hold back. I wanna hear those moans baby, it’s been too long.”

He sucked on your bud harder, forcing a shaky moan out of your lips. You felt him smile into your cunt. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed those sounds baby.”

You choked out a sob when he pulled away from your heat. He left a trail of kisses from your hip, to your stomach, and finally up to your bare chest. His tongue flicked at your hardened nipple, and you moaned again as you felt him tease your clit with his cock.

“San please” you whimpered, wanting him to cut the bullshit and just fuck you already.

“Hang on...you know I like to take my time with you.” It was true, San wasn’t one for quickies. Fucking you was an all-day event for him. He loved kissing every inch of your body, getting you warmed up from his tongue or his fingers (sometimes both) and once you become a good enough mess for him, he’d finally give in and give you his cock. Only, he’d fuck you way past your orgasm, laughing at your hazy expression as you cried that you couldn’t take it anymore. And he would tease you endlessly over it. What do you mean baby? I thought you said you wanted to cum?

Growing more and more impatient as he teased your entrance with his tip, you pushed him off of you, overtaking him and sitting on his stomach. He gave you that devilish grin of his as you steadied your legs around him. You desperately wanted to rub yourself on his abs, but you wanted his cock more. You were surprised he didn’t stop you as you grabbed his cock, laying it against your stomach, giving him languid strokes. He laid back, mouth hung open, already looking fucked out from your ministrations. You sank down, swallowing his hardness until there was no more of him to take.

“Still fit me like a glove” he chuckled, before groaning as your walls clenched around him. “Fuck, did you get tighter?”

Ignoring his remarks, you set a slow and steady pace. San sighed, hypnotized by your breasts bouncing over him. His hands gripped onto your waist, grunting every time you came down on him.

“Fuck…fuck me like this baby.” He sat up and grabbed onto you tighter, now controlling your movements. He was stronger now, able to push you up and down his shaft like you were just a mere fleshlight.

“Sannie!” you sobbed, feeling hazy from him massaging your walls like this. You grabbed onto his broad shoulders, bracing yourself as shoved his hard cock deep inside of you at an unforgiving pace.

His lips were pressed up to your ear and you could feel his hot shaky breaths on your skin. “Again,” he commanded, “say it again…I love how you say my name.”

You rambled his name over and over like it was the only word you knew how to say. You were coming apart, your eyes pressing shut as you felt your abdomen heat up. He was close too, you could tell because he was losing his hold on you, slowing down significantly.

“Where do you want me?” his voice strained as your walls squeezed him tighter.

“Cum inside me please Sannie, fill me up.”

And just like that, you felt a wave of pleasure overtaking you as he filled you up to the brim. He cursed in a shattered breath, pulling you closer to him as you both rode out your orgasms. Breathless, San’s head fell into the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses on your shoulder. Neither of you wanted to move and continued to stay in that position for some time before falling asleep.

A pearly glow illuminated the sky, the sunlight still absent as the sun hadn’t risen yet. San was laying beside you in a deep slumber. You always thought he looked so peaceful when he was asleep. His lips were parted slightly and his hair tousled perfectly over his head. You ran your fingers through his soft locks, careful not to wake him. You wanted to stay in bed with him, to watch him until he yawned and fluttered his eyes open, but you knew you couldn’t. You had to go before he would wake up or else he’d make it hard for you to leave again.

You slowly unwrapped yourself from the comforter, using your elbows to sit up. Your leg hung over the edge of the bed, about to stand up until you felt a hand grab your wrist. You gasped, turning back to see San wide awake.

“Don’t” he whispered, “don’t leave.” He looked at you with pleading eyes as you formulated your response.

“San…”

“Don’t say my name like that. Don’t do that.” You couldn’t tell for sure from the dim light coming in through the curtains, but his eyes looked wet.

“Last night was great,” you began “but us…San, we weren’t meant to last.”

He moved closer to you, taking both of your hands into his. “Yes we were…I’ll prove it to you. I swear, this time will be different, just please don’t walk through that door.”

You wanted to believe him. But you knew better. Of course, if you took him back, things will go well. But eventually, the same problems will resurface and you couldn’t handle being an afterthought again.

Slipping your hands out of his, you cupped his face and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I love you” he cried as you pulled away.

“You’ll get over it in time.” You didn’t mean to sound so cold, but one of you had to try and not be a sobbing mess.

He watched you as you dressed yourself. He wanted to protest more, but his throat tightened, making it hard to produce any more sounds. Although you tried to hide it, you so desperately wanted to cry in his arms and never let go. You loved him more than he could ever imagine, more than he ever loved you. But the circumstances were different and this was all for the best, you told yourself.

Walking to the door, you paused before placing your hand on the knob.

“You’re wrong,” San said from his place on the bed, “I’ll never get over you.”

Not looking back, you took a deep breath and pulled the door open.

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girlwithamissingpearl · 9 months

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Here we go again. The criticism of SH’s Sassanach Gin tour is as expected. Not everyone has to like what he does. That’s fair. But that continuing narrative that he takes advantage of his fans? Sorry, but that’s a hard no for me.

Personally I don’t know how the actual fuck he does it. Ten years in and he is still gracious and accommodating to all his fans, even those that cross every line. How is unsolicited groping ever acceptable? I think he is far too affable. But the he’s taking advantage of his fans continues. If all he wanted to do was was an Outlander pump and dump cash grab, not only is he doing it all wrong, he’s working far to hard. Rather than invest his own money and produce a craft product, he could have purchased a house brand equivalent of whisky and gin, and concentrate on labels. Imagine limited edition pumpkin spice, thanksgiving, Christmas, new year’s, Valentine’s Day, shirtless-you get the idea- SH limited edition bottles. I think he’s looking beyond that and trying to build a brand.

There’s also been a lot written about the individual appearances and signings. I would never camp out at midnight to get a place in line, but a 6-8 hour wait? There are a small group of gals that I follow and Dm with, that I would gladly grab a lawn chair and sunscreen and happily take my place in line with. Not sure if they would be as keen, but @khccbc1745, @kiaora45, @harriethattie, @caldineens, @collectido, @ maryofboston, @ Stargazer74 , @andorra97 and many more, who take the time to not only comment, but call me out when I get things wrong(which I have been known to do) you know who you are- I’d wait in line, with any of these women, in a heartbeat. Even though we range in age-40-80- I don’t think we would have a single second of silence. With a group, you take turns getting coffee, snacks, lunch…quick SH selfie, hotel nap, dinner and drinks. I think that’s the part people don’t get when they see the long lines. It’s not for everyone, but it’s also for most a once in a lifetime thing. Go ahead and laugh, a couple of years ago I was the first to make fun of people like me, but scrolling through the fandom has become one of my favourite things to do, and something I don’t have to share with other family and friends that will never understand the joy of all things Outlander and SH😊. The other thing that most people don’t get is that, and I think I can speak not only for myself but the other amazing women in the fandom, we really don’t take each other that seriously. This is fun, and for me definitely a guilty pleasure bc🥸I’m so happy that I have these like minded people I can commiserate with because I just watched the last mid season episode of season 7. How dare they say…to be continued next year. Next year? Ffs.

On a final note, a fun fact. If we didn’t have tickets for tennis, I definitely would have gone to the Scottish festival in Fergus Ontario to see our very own hometown boy CV, and RR and for once be able to post some original pics. Not far from home, I’ve been to the festival in the past- definitely have Scots in the family tree including a competitive bagpiper- and its always fun. I’ve really enjoyed CV as WR in the first part of season 7 and really looking forward to watching his story unfold. But having to wait until next year to watch the second half of season 7, and who knows how long before season 8 airs. Don’t even get me started about DG, and the timeline for the release of book 10. Seriously considering a class action lawsuit for the cruel and unusual punishment inflicted by DG when she said Jamie’s ghost story would be revealed in the last page of book 10. Why DG? Why? On the other hand, I can take my time scrolling, commenting and posting about season 7. If I was a patient person, which I’m not. So for now I’ll make due with the ongoing commentary of how people around the world refer to the “pineapple swim trunks” SH sports in an upcoming episode of MIK 2. Something budgies….🦜🏊‍♂️🩲…

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where-dreamers-go · 4 months

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“Believably Shy” Bridge Carson x Fem!Reader

(A/N: Requested by Anon. Hi again and thank you for your request for my favorite Power Ranger! Where Bridge has a shy girlfriend and the team doesn’t believe him even though he’s talked about them a ton!

Warnings: Fluff. Mild language. Use of (Y/N) and (Y/L/N).

Word Count: 1,556 words)

It was happening again, an opportunity to prove Bridge’s words were not repetitious ramblings. One of Bridge’s days off.

A day you and him cherished for time together. The rare occasions where your boyfriend was away from his Power Ranger duties.

You would think his team would believe him when he spoke about you being his partner.

Where did they think he went most of his days off?

Then again, they had never met you. In that regard, you took the blame. The other half was Bridge not admitting to the others that you weren’t ready to be introduced to them yet.

The team who were so close and important to Bridge. There was a weight of pressure at the thought. At least Sky knew of you and Bridge’s relationship. It would had been odd if he didn’t.

Yet your nerves and anxiety pushed you away from even visiting S.P.D. Headquarters.

You shook your head.

Bridge really wants to share and show a huge part of his life. You sighed deeply. I’ll do it.

In an instant, it was decided. You were going to be brave. You were going to both visit the Headquarters and meet the team. It wasn’t as if you would be doing it on your own.

You sat down next to Bridge on your couch.

“You’ll be with me the whole time? At S.P.D.?” You questioned tentatively. “Right? The place looks huge.”

His face brightened at your words. The realization setting in. Bridge scooted closer to you, eager and happy.

“It is huge. All cadets live there and train. I don’t think I can show you the training rooms or the lab.”

“But you’ll be with me?”

“Yes.” Bridge beamed, a grin wide enough to leave him sore later. “I can’ wait to show you around and I could show you my room. Well, it’s Sky’s room too. I have the left side.”

You exhaled slowly.

“It’ll be fun.” He wrapped an arm over your shoulders to bring you closer. “I really want you to meet my friends.”

“I know. I just….I don’t want to mess up or anything. It’s not crowded or anything…I hope.”

“We’re not going to a lecture. Then it would be crowded, but quiet. During a lecture not after.”

Leaning into Bridge’s side, you smiled, “Good.”

As long as we’re together, we’re fine.

. . .

Later in the day, once you were fully prepared, you followed Bridge into Space Patrol Delta Headquarters. All of the large windows, sleek metal, and many hallways greeted your senses. It was enormous.

“No wonder you always get your steps in,” you commented.

Bridge squeezed your hand that held one of his gloved ones. A smile still lingering on his lips from earlier.

Turning another corner led you closer to the residential areas. More shades of blue mingling with the grays. A serious atmosphere nonetheless.

“Cadet Carson.” A gruff voice cut through the quiet of the hall.

Bridge turned to a stop, facing a tall blue canine humanoid in an impressively pressed uniform.

“Commander,” Bridge stood at attention. A gloved hand firmly clasping your suddenly clammy one.

“At ease.”

Keeping your gaze low, you felt a wave of uneasiness erupt from within you.

Are visitors not allowed right now? I don’t want Bridge in trouble. He’s so good. You swallowed. What do I do?

“Cadet Carson, is this your friend who you have been talking about?”

“Yes, Commander.” Bridge looked to you happily. “This is my girlfriend (Y/N) (Y/L/N). And (Y/N), this is Commander Cruger.”

With hands that were seconds from shaking, you glanced up and waved meekly.

“Hello, sir.”

“Hello (Y/N). Welcome to the S.P.D. Headquarters. I am certain that Cadet Carson had been giving you a well-informed tour.”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded.

“Well,” Commander Cruger glanced down at yours and Bridge’s intertwined hands, “I’ll let you continue.” He nodded. “Cadet.” Then went on his way.

In moments, you found yourself able to breathe steadier. You wiped your free hand on your clothes.

“Are you alright?”

You looked to Bridge seriously and stated, “He was intimidating.”

“I guess he can be.” He tilted his head in thought. “He seemed to like you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” A voice answered behind you. “He didn’t growl.”

Growl? You peered over your shoulder. Oh crap. Them. Separate colors caught your attention. Breathe. Crap. They’re all looking.

“Hi.” Bridge greeted the small group approaching the two of you.

“Are you going to introduce us to your friend?” A young woman with dark hair asked with a smirk.

Yellow…wait… Elizabeth? No…uh.

Out of the four of them, a calm young man stepped forward. Politely, he introduced himself, “Hi, I’m Sky. It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/N).”

“That’s (Y/N)?” A young woman wearing pink exclaimed.

“Hi.” You waved and earned a grin from your boyfriend.

“Hey, I’m Jack and you’re real?”

“Hi, uh…pretty sure.”

“Well with all the times Bridge has talked about you, we thought you were only a story.”

“Not all of us,” Sky crossed his arms over his chest.

“But we know now.” The one in yellow said. “And we’re happy to meet you. I’m Z.”

“Sydney,” the blonde smiled.

“If it makes a difference, I’ve heard a lot about all of you. Good things.” You offered a smile.

Bridge gave your hand a light squeeze encouragingly.

Gesturing with his hands, Jack questioned, “So, let me get this straight. All of those weeks of you,” he pointed to Bridge, “describing a person and dates and random stories…was all true?”

Huh?

“Why would he make me up?” You countered. “I don’t think Bridge is physically capable of lying. At all. And…,” you glanced to your boyfriend. “Didn’t you tell them about the Hanukkah present I got you?”

He nodded quickly.

The two of you holding hands, gave equally curious gazes to the others.

Why haven’t they believed Bridge?

In a second, it was as if all of you were in a classroom. No one made eye contact. Not one made a move.

At least you weren’t feeling awkward or nervous any more. Yet you were left slightly confused.

“Okay.” Bridge exhaled and suggested, “Why don’t I show you where we hang out?”

“Sure.”

Your boyfriend led you passed his friends. The sounds of their footfalls following.

“You know,” Sydney spoke up, “I didn’t entirely disbelieve Bridge.”

Sky breathed out a laugh.

“What?”

“You thought he was playing a video game.”

Grinning, you looked over your shoulder. “You thought I was a video game character?”

“Sort of.” The pink Ranger admitted.

“That’s kinda cool.” You nudged Bridge. “Like a dating story app game.”

He clasped his other hand over yours he already held. An amused pull of his lips softened his features.

“Would you pick me if I was a character?” You inquired with a teasing smile.

The question lead to Bridge’s signature thinking face. Cute and serious. Always a temptation to press a kiss to his face no matter how scrunched up he made it.

“I would pay for the in-game extras that give extra scenes. Try to encourage the creators that your character was too underrated. You’d be my favorite.”

“Underrated favorite?”

A door slid open and the both of your walked into a lounge-like area.

“Because someone has to get to know you first to know how wonderful you are.” Bridge explained quickly. “Underrated and arguably the best character option. The story would probably be a lot of fun. Kind of like a comic, but not.”

“You’re adorable, you know that?”

Slowing your pace, you and Bridge gazed at one another warmly. Sounds and activities of cadets not interrupting the moment.

“Wow. They really are dating.” Jack stated alongside the other Power Rangers.

“And really cute.” Sydney sighed.

Walking around them, Sky added in, “They’ve been dating longer than you think.”

“How long?”

“Ask them.”

It was then that the Power Rangers realized you and Bridge were no longer in front of them.

“You’re going to question them, aren’t you?” Z asked.

“Yes.” Both Sydney and Jack nodded.

“Go easy on her,” Sky urged. “She’s shy.”

. . .

Quiet of a shared bedroom eased your muscle tension. A much needed break from so much newness.

“Do you want me to check your aura for you?”

“Nah. I’m alright.” You reached for his hands. “Thank you.”

He passed your hands, grabbed your sides, and lifted you onto his bed. With a smile, warm and loving, Bridge kissed your nose.

“Thank you for coming here with me.”

“I couldn’t tell you ‘no’ again. This is a huge part of your life.” You gestured towards the door. “They’re a huge part of your life. I really want to get to know them.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. They seem really nice.”

“They are.” He leaned onto your lap. “I hope all of you can be friends.”

“Me too.” You ran your fingers through his chestnut brown hair.

He pecked your nose with his lips again.

“But I have a question first.” You announced casually and poked his ear.

“What?”

“What’s with the toaster by your computer?”

“It has a countdown timer.”

“For perfect buttery toast?”

“Exactly.” Bridge grinned.

“You’re so cute.”

Oh, what a day with the best guy I have ever met.

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Love Again

Chapter 4

“Are you sure you’re okay on your own? It’s no problem to stay with us a bit longer” Amber looks up at me, hopeful. “You heard Da. You’re more than welcome babe” I smile at her, thinking back to the week I’ve just spent with her and her family.

Meeting her parents for the first time wasn’t half as scary as I thought it might be. They were very welcoming and lovely and I didn’t feel like it was rushed or uncomfortable, to take that step in our relationship. Amber’s brother Zane, who was a sound engineer at the recording studio we used for our album, had joined us with his boyfriend. I was relieved to see another familiar face. We all had dinner, went for a walk and just got to know each other on a more personal level. None of that fancy musician stuff. Amber’s dad was kind enough to invite me around for another Sunday roast whenever I was down in London again. And I promised my girlfriend I’d make use of that one last time before I leave for tour. So I said my goodbyes to the Ketteler family and Amber and I took the tube to King’s Cross Station so I could catch my train back home. That’s where we’re currently waiting.

“I kna, but I’ve got to get back home like. Wash my stuff, see me mam, get some last-minute shit sorted before we fly oot.” I chuckle and run my hand over her long brown looks before my hand stops at the small of her back. “But in two weeks I’ll be doon here anyways. Cana fly from Newcastle to LA. We’ll all be flying from Heathrow”.

“I’ll miss you so much” she pouts, and I feel the same when I think about touring and how long I will be gone for.

I just sigh and pull her closer to me. “No need to worried about that just yet, I will see yous again before I leave. I’m not leaving without a goodbye like.”

Before I know it, my train is ready to board and I pull Amber up from our chairs and into my arms. She instantly wraps her arms around me and buries her cheek into my chest

“Call me once you’re home, alright”

“’Course” I tell her softly before I loosen our hug so I can press a fond kiss onto her lips.

Grabbing my suitcase and green backpack, I gently squeeze her hand one last time and make my way over to the platform to board my train. I see Amber waving goodbye before she leaves the station and returns back to her family home.

Now with a four-hour train ride ahead of me, I opt to watch a movie to pass some time.

Throughout I get texts from my mam, asking me when I will arrive back in Shields, and if she could pop round for dinner. Owain wants to know if the lads and I have gotten any closer to finalizing our setlist for the upcoming gigs. And Dean wants to know if I still need him to give me a lift home from the station.

I respond as quick as I can so I can get back to my light entertainment. But an Instagram notification stops me. Without thinking I quickly click on it and the app opens on my phone. It’s a story posted by the official Eden’s Crush account, Y/N’s band. Apparently they’ve just made their way into Amsterdam to play their first show tonight.

Eden's Crush Instagram Story

I can’t wait to see the videos from the gig, seeing the girls in action. Seeing Y/N at what she does best. She deserves this so much, I couldn’t be prouder.

I’m wondering if she knows that. I really haven’t been the best friend in the last few weeks. And even though I’ve enjoyed my time with Amber and her family, I kept thinking about Y/N and how she’s over 600 miles away from me, and will be for the next few months. And the last time I saw and actually spoke to her, we ended in a fight.

God how could I let this happen? To not even say goodbye before she started the most important journey and tour of her life so far?

Before I know it, the familiar neighborhoods of Newcastle come into view and the train comes to a stop. I exit and make my way into the car park, where I can see Dean happily standing and waiting in front of the red Fiat.

“Alreet mate, welcome back” he greets me with a pat on my back before opening the trunk and storing my luggage inside.

“Aye, thanks mate” I return the sentiment and we both climb into the two front seats, driving off towards home.

I’ve still got Y/N and the last time we saw each other on my mind, I am unusually quiet during our ride. Which my friend seems to notice as well.

“Got something on your mind?” he asks me.

“Nah, it’s alreet like” I respond with a little bit too much sadness in my voice. I’m definitely not convincing my best mate.

“Ceemon now Sam. Did something happen with Amber?” he asks concerned.

I sigh and shake my head

“Nah we’re fine. Good like. It’s Y/N actually.” I clear my throat before saying “I’ve just missed her. More than I first realised” I tell him honestly.

My confession catches Dean by surprise and he turns his head and looks at me a bit too long, probably. Given that he should be focused on the road ahead of us.

“Have yer talked to her at all since your fight?”

I shake my head and turn my face towards the window, not wanting to see the disappointment in my friend.

“Think it’s her first gig tonight. You should shoot her a text, wish her good luck”

“A’ll figure something oot, reet.” I tell him a bit frustrated now. I know that he’s right and I shouldn’t snap at him. But I hate being treated like a bairn and people pointing things like this out to me. She’s my friend, I know how to talk to her.

As we pull up and come to a stop in my driveway, I give Dean a quick hug and tell him thanks, before getting my stuff out of the car and walking up to my front door. Unlocking it and stepping inside, I set my luggage down in the foyer before quickly making my way into the kitchen and sitting down at the table. I pull out my phone and open Y/N’s contact. My finger hovering above the number before I finally press it to connect the call.

I’m not sure where we stand exactly, but I need to talk to her, to know she’s okay, to hear her voice. I need to know that our friendship still has a chance.

After a few rings I hear her answering

“Hi”

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一期一会 | ichi-go, ichi-e | Part Two

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Summary: Austin surprises you by arriving early for your trip to tour around the Kansai region during cherry blossom season. After nine months of only virtual contact, do you two still have the same chemistry as when you first met during the Elvis press tour?

Pairing: Austin Butler x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Mentions of Alcohol Consumption, Mature/Explicit Themes [mentions of sexting and video call sex, mutual masturbation, oral – m receiving, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, face/throat fucking, squirting, numerous sexual encounters implied] – 18+ Only

Author’s Note: Thank you ever so much for your patience! I also just started new migraine meds so while this has been proof read, I apologize in advance if there are more errors than usual. Please let me know if you find anything and I will happily clean it up! Also – This is definitely an idealized version of face/throat fucking. It is not for everyone and not always pleasurable, have an open conversation with your partner! Finally, if you ever visit Japan, just do this itinerary! This is definitely the area I recommend to see the highlights of Japan in a shorter amount of time!

Word Count: 6718

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He was right beside you. A little over nine months had passed and now Austin Butler was sitting next to you in the lace-covered back of a Tokyo taxi as your white-gloved driver handily navigated through the traffic to your apartment.

The plan had been to meet him at Osaka airport tomorrow, but his schedule had unexpectedly cleared, and he’d jumped on the first plane to Tokyo. The receptionist had burst into the conference room, where you had been working on planning an upcoming conference with Yuka, with the bluster and flurry of a hurricane to announce loudly that you had a visitor.

You had followed her hurried steps back to the lobby and gasped almost comically to see the tanned, blonde boy who, for you at least, existed mostly inside your phone. He was standing there, eyeing you intently, dressed casually in jeans, a t-shirt, and a well-worn leather jacket.

“Austin?” You breathed in shock, and he beamed at you brightly.

“Surprise?” He chewed on his lip, seeming suddenly nervous as he shuffled his feet a little.

Once the shock had passed, your face broke out into a grin, and you hastily asked the receptionist to let Yuka know you would be back shortly. Once she fled back to share the news, and surely gossip a little, you stepped forward to hug him gently.

“How did you…this is…amazing” You shook your head, settling against him softly, into his heady scent, as his long arms wrapped around you tightly, squeezing.

“I couldn’t wait…” He murmured sheepishly against the top of your head, and you chuckled softly, tensing as you heard someone coming up the stairs and stepped back quickly.

“I uhm…I’m done in two hours. Did you want to go back to my apartment or…leave your luggage here and wander?” You tugged at your suit jacket feeling suddenly a bit shy.

“Of course, don’t worry about me I’ll explore.” He nodded. “So, five o’clock?” He glanced at his watch and frowned. “Need to change that from LA time…” He muttered and you smiled softly.

“Exactly. Let me take your things.” You nodded and took the majority of his luggage, leaving him with his wallet, phone, and camera. “If you head a few blocks that way…” You gestured for him. “You’ll find Shibuya. Lots of shopping.” You glanced up at him and swallowed thickly at how truly gorgeous he was.

His eyes crinkled at the corners as his fingertips traced along your cheek. “It’s so lovely to see you in person…I will see you at five.” He tapped your nose affectionately and you laughed softly, watching him turn to head back down and out to the bustling street.

Needless to say, it had been difficult to focus for the remaining few hours of the day. You and Yuka had also had a sudden influx of assistance in the conference room – or rather, people milling about under the pretense of helping in order to casually ask questions about the handsome man who had shown up to surprise you. Despite this, you still managed to finalize preparations for the conference, and you took the last fifteen minutes of the day to set your voicemail and out of office message on your email. Tidying up, you left your cubicle neat and clean, heading back to the lobby. You breathed a sigh of relief to see Austin waiting there with a few shopping bags, glad he had not gotten lost.

“I was thinking we’d take a taxi home? Much easier with the luggage.” You knew it was an expensive choice but sometimes it was best to pay the premium price for simplicity.

He nodded happily and divvied up the luggage between you, though he definitely still managed the majority, and followed you out to a nearby taxi stand. The driver reached down to pull the lever beside his seat, the door at the curb swinging open for you to climb in. Seeing the luggage, he jumped out to help the pair of your load the trunk, pulling out into traffic once you were both seated in the back.

Glancing over at him, you smiled shyly to see him eyeing you softly…not quite seeming to believe you were this close at last. Wordlessly, your hands drifted toward one another across the slipcover on the seat, your pinkies brushing before hooking together. You bit your lip to prevent your grin from splitting your face wide open and watched as he licked his lips. The cab braked suddenly, jerking you both forward against your seatbelts, prompting the driver to apologize profusely.

You fell into a conversation, translating for the driver and Austin in turn, talking about the weather and the cherry blossom forecast. Switching between English and Japanese occupied you so fully, that you were slightly startled when he pulled up at your apartment building. Austin was already holding several bills, looking to you for some guidance. With your assistance, he proudly paid for this cab ride, the driver chuckling at the 2000-yen bills.

“Did I do something…?” He asked hesitantly and you shook your head quickly.

“Oh! No no, those bills just aren’t in circulation in Japan. They’re still valid currency but only tourists have them.” You smiled reassuringly and climbed out, working together to take his luggage upstairs.

Holding the door open for him you grinned broadly as he unzipped his boots, obviously having practiced the spin and step up onto the hardwood floor. The boots sat neatly on the sunken concrete floor of the genkan, and he looked to you proudly.

“Neatly done, Austin!” You nodded brightly and gestured for him to head further into the long, narrow space.

You followed behind, setting his luggage in one of the few open spaces in the cramped quarters.

“I never really looked around last time…” He murmured, fingers grazing along his jaw as he drank in the simple space that you had decorated with things that reminded you of home.

You smirked a little, feeling heat cascade across your cheeks and down your neck. “You were admittedly pre-occupied.” You agreed in a bemused tone.

At the sound of your voice, his eyes snapped to yours, burning with a sudden intensity that scorched away all the moisture in your mouth.

“Mmm yes I was quite…distracted…” He agreed softly, closing the distance between your bodies in a single stride. He enveloped your cheeks with his remarkable hands and gently tilted your face up toward him, eyes flitting over your features. “How the hell are you so beautiful…” He whispered reverently, making your eyes widen in shock.

Before you had the chance to even form a thought in protest, his soft lips covered yours, sealing your mouth and erasing your thoughts. Your eyelids fell automatically shut as your hands groped for something solid to brace yourself. The slightest change in pressure and angle of his kiss had your bones liquifying. Your fingers gripped onto the lapels of his jacket, clinging to him as he licked into your mouth, igniting a swirl of emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. For he did not just taste delicious, of something sweet he had obviously sampled during his shopping run, but the warmth that erupted beneath your breastbone felt like home and that was a rather overwhelming thought.

The abrupt and insistent growl of his stomach had him pulling back from your lips, warm puffs of his breath caressing your lips as he laughed sheepishly. Your eyes fluttered open slowly and you stared up at him in a daze until the sound rumbled from him again and clarity came flooding back.

“Oh shoot, you must be starving!” You turned and opened the fridge, frowning as you had made a concerted effort to use and eat all of your perishables.

Licking your lips, you turned to the cupboard and found him a granola bar.

“We need to change the train tickets anyway, we should buy some dinner. But do you want to just rest here?” You tilted her head, and he shook his own in response, lacing his fingers through yours.

“I didn’t fly five thousand miles to spend time apart.” He replied softly yet earnestly.

Your vision blurred slightly at his unabashed declaration, and you rewarded him with a tender kiss before pulling back gently to grab the envelope of train tickets from your small desk. The pair of you headed out into the gathering dark, stopping first at the nearest Japan Rail station to take care of the travel arrangements. As you spoke to the ticket agent, you could feel the caress of his gaze on the side of your face, familiar and yet something you had not felt in nine months. Once everything was in order, the pair of you began to meander your way back.

“There are lots of options – ramen, sushi, a really yummy noodle shop…” You trailed off as you realized you’d left him behind, gazing into the window of a 7-11.

“These things have amazing food don’t they?” He asked you hopefully as you jogged back to him.

“Absolutely! This is a great idea, because I don’t think we’ll have the opportunity for a conbini meal on the rest of the trip.” You smiled warmly and gestured for him to head through the automatic doors.

He grabbed a basket and began perusing the nearest aisle, making such an excited noise at the wall of snacks that you grabbed a second basket just in case. It turned out to be not enough, and you grabbed yet another basket, basking in his enthusiastic discovery of the wonder of conbini food. He turned to you holding up a hotdog bun filled with stir-fried noodles, a confused and skeptical look upon his face, making you burst into giggles.

“Sometimes, you just need more carbs with your carbs…” You snickered.

Twenty minutes later the pair of you left with four bags of bento meals, snacks, ice cups, liquor, and desserts. Back in your apartment, you lay out the variety of purchases on your low chabudai table, settling with him onto floor cushions to sample your way through everything that had caught his eye. Not all of it was a hit but watching him reminded you of your first forays into conbini cuisine and had you smiling fondly.

You could not help but notice, however, that the length and distance of his journey was catching up with him. By the time you were finishing up the last few bites of dessert, he was propped up against the edge of your bed, slouching with fatigue. You kissed his cheek gently and stood to gathering up the now empty packaging, washing and sorting it all into the various types of garbage and recycling.

“I’m so sorry, I’m…falling asleep here…” He sighed heavily and you smiled fondly.

“No apologies, it’s almost eight o’clock, you’ve done very well. Why don’t you sleep for a bit, I need to pack still.” You held out your hands and braced your knees, helping him to his feet before he stripped his jeans and leather jacket, crawling into bed in his t-shirt and boxers. He grabbed the soft, fluffy plush bear he’d sent you a few months ago, spritzed with his cologne, that sat on the shelf atop your headboard. You smiled warmly and got him settled before finishing your prep for your trip as his deep, rhythmic breathing filled the space.

You tucked your packed suitcase into a corner of the room before grabbing your pajamas and heading to get ready for bed. Two steps into your apartment from the entrance, there was a door on either side of the hallway – one leading to the water closet, and the other leading to the wet room where your bathroom sink was situated between a short, deep tub, and an empty space that functioned as the shower stall. In a piece of efficient, small space design; the tub, sink, and shower wand all shared one faucet. It was not spacious by any means, but quite functional.

Dressed in your sleepwear, you had just finished brushing your teeth and spit out the toothpaste, when you straightened to see the reflection of Austin in the mirror. You gasped, startled, before letting out a huff of laughter and shook your head. You rinsed your mouth with water before turning to properly appreciate him leaning there against the doorframe, looking both more rested and still exhausted.

“So, this is it, hm?” He murmured softly, peering into the shower room curiously.

Biting your lip, you nodded shyly. Of all the places in your tiny apartment, the floor of the shower stall had best lent itself to your more intimate FaceTime calls with Austin. The progression had been gradual, from emails to texts to video chats. Ultimately your digital relationship had blossomed from flirtatious and sexual texts into erotic video calls where the two of you shared many an orgasm despite the physical distance between you.

He leaned forward to kiss your minty mouth softly, before pulling back to whisper.

“Show me?”

His words drifted over your skin in a shiver, and you swallowed thickly, looking up at him through your lashes. The mixture of yearning and desire in his darkening blue eyes, his pupils expanding slowly, had you nodding. You tossed your folded clothes out the door into the hall and settled back into the corner of the room, leaving enough space for him to sit across from you diagonally with his back against the tub. Your legs stretched out toward him, and his toward you, his feet reaching your knees in the overlap.

Leaning your head back against the wall, you watched him lick his lips as your hands drifted down to cup your breasts through the thin fabric of your pajamas. Your breath shuddered from your lungs as your nipples immediately hardened to tight nubs.

“So sensitive…” He purred, his own hands coming to rest on his thighs.

You whimpered a little, fighting the urge to close your eyes, wanting to sear the vision of him here with you into your memory for eternity. Your hands worked their way up under your top to pinch and roll and tug at your nipples, making yourself squirm against the cool floor. A moan fell from your lips as you watched his hand begin to palm at his cock through his boxers. Spurred on by the sight, you stripped off your shirt and tossed it passed his head into the hall. He smirked a little and added his own shirt to the growing pile of clothes just outside the shower room, but his mouth fell open as your hand slid into your sleep bottoms, causing you both to pant as your fingers traced your folds hidden from his view.

As the tip of your index finger found your sensitive bundle of nerves, you lost the battle to keep your eyes open, clenching them shut as your hips bucked needily of their own accord. Stretching your ring finger down to circle at your entrance, you bit back a hungry moan. His sharp, needy whimper yanked your eyes open, blessing you with the view of him eagerly stroking his nearly hard cock through the slit of his boxers. You let out your own needy whimper at that, and quickly divested yourself of the last piece of your clothing, planting your feet on either side of his legs. Your knees fell open, exposing yourself to his scorching gaze as you resumed toying with your clitoris and eased the index finger of your other hand into your empty, wet, heat.

“Oh fuck…” He growled, yanking his boxers off, one hand cupping his balls as the other resumed the torture of his cock, fist moving in time with your thrusting fingers.

The vision of him pleasuring himself filled you with an overwhelming greed and you suddenly removed your fingers, tucking your legs beneath yourself before stretching forward onto your stomach to wrap your lips around the tip of his length. You moaned in delight at the salty taste and velvety-feel of him in your mouth. After months was watching this gorgeous appendage, at last it was in your mouth.

His choked-off cry ricocheted off the hard walls of the room, his hands cupping the sides of your head, allowing you to sink further onto him. The tip of him brushed against the back of your throat, but the angle of your neck made it impossible to take him any deeper. Wrapping one hand around the base of him, you began to hollow your cheeks and slide up and down along his cock.

“Mother of…holy shit…” He whimpered and worked his jaw, gritting his teeth to restrain himself from thrusting into your mouth needily.

You fell into an easy rhythm, torturous, but not meant to bring him to climax. No, you were much greedier than this and most of all wanted his impossibly firm cock, which was currently stretching your lips, buried deep inside your aching cunt. You could feel his grip tightening on either side of his head, his hips writhing and squirming beneath you as his breath took on a tremulous quality. You pulled back from his length, flicking a parting lick across the tip, licking your lips at the helpless whine that echoed from Austin’s parted lips. Pushing yourself up into sitting position, you shifted forward to straddle his thighs and press your lips to his hungrily.

His broad hands cupped your spine, pulling you tightly against him as his tongue plunged into your mouth possessively. Devouring your desperate keening, he began to carefully, if a bit awkwardly, maneuver the pair of you onto your sides. If you were not so entirely consumed with the taste and feel of him, you would have been quite impressed at the fact that your entwined bodies mostly – his feet were dangling into the hallway – fit in the wet room.

With a lot more fluidity, he gripped the back of your knee and hauled your top leg over his hips, guiding the tip of his cock to press against your soaking entrance before smoothly rolling his hips forward and sinking into your wet heat.

Your head fell back, tearing your lips from his to cry out in relief at the sensation of him finally inside you. There was no satisfying substitute for his cock, and it had been a long three-quarters of a year since he was last filling your cunt.

“Ahn!” he cried out raggedly, nipping and licking at the exposed column of your throat. “Oh darling” he sighed reverently once the tip of his length brushed against the head of your cervix. “Damn you take me so fucking well…”

“Oh god, Austin…. fuck! I missed you…” Your eyes traced over his face as you slid your fingers into his hair, kissing him fiercely as he pulled his hips back before rocking them forward into you once again.

Panting against his lips, you clung to him as his thrusts created a heady friction deep inside you. You stared at him, slack-jawed, only able to emit small guttural sounds and whimpers to punctuate each clash of his hips into yours.

“Remember this….my darling girl…” He rasped between heaving breaths. “How I feel inside you….in this room….”

You emitted a nonsensical, anguished moan and slammed your lips into his as your climax ripped through you, causing your silken walls to clench and grip at his length. His cries mingled with yours, sealed between your lips, as his hips collided against yours, rocking tightly to wring every drop of his release from his trembling body.

You pulled back from his lips to take a deep breath, sucking much-needed air into your lungs. Your eyelids fluttered open to drink in his face, gradually relaxing from the contortions of pleasure. With shaking, weakened fingers you gently eased the furrows of his face, bring a warm and tender smile as his brilliant blue eyes met yours.

“Hey…” You whispered; brain still overstimulated by the aurora of firing neurons.

“Hey…” He whispered in reply and you both burst out into giggles like twelve-year-olds at a sleepover.

Once limbs became functional again, the pair of you found your way to your feet to shower – seeing as you were already there anyway. Tucked in tightly together, the boneless satiation pulled the pair of you into a deep sleep. With your train departing mid-morning, you had a gentler wakeup than the last, and only, time you had shared a bed. One final sort through his luggage revealed he had brought you an entire bag of your favourite American snacks, much to your delight.

Due to the number of transfers between subway and Japan Rail trains to get to the bullet train station, you once again travelled by taxi, which Austin proudly paid for once again. After a stop at Starbucks for breakfast and beverages, you headed up to the platform to await the arrival one of the iconic trains. The obligatory photos were taken before you boarded, stowed your luggage, and settled in for the slightly-more-than-two-hour ride.

You made sure that Austin was sitting beside the window to appreciate the scenery, and though he seemed to be drifting off once breakfast was eaten, your gently prodded him awake to ensure he could have a chance to see Mt. Fuji. It was an uncharacteristically clear day, and the nearly symmetrical mountain was entirely visible, much to everyone’s delight based on the gasps in the train carriage. Austin took his share of photos before settling in to sleep the rest of the way.

A thirty-minute ride on a local train, and a short drive on the shuttle bus to the onsen ryokan in Arashiyama finally brought you to your accommodations for the next six days. It was quite a luxurious place to stay, with private outdoor baths available with some suites, including yours. The room was well appointed, with a mixture of traditional Japanese aesthetic and modern design. Ditching your luggage, you both agreed to go for a walk along the Katsura river. The walls of the valley were dressed in verdant green with pink puffs of cherry blossom trees dotted throughout. The water itself was shimmering emerald with diamonds scattered across the water’s surface by the lengthening light of afternoon.

“This…right here…makes all the effort of the last four hours entirely worth it.” He murmured softly, pausing yet again to gaze out over the landscape in awe, fingers seeking yours blindly to twine them together.

Smiling up at him through your lashes, you could not help but be struck by how utterly gorgeous he was…even jet lagged and in a simple t-shirt and ballcap. How you had formed such a connection with this blonde adonis would forever be beyond your comprehension and being in his physical presence warmed you to your bones with much greater efficiency than the brilliant sunshine flooding the valley. As you neared the main thoroughfare, you turned up the street to peruse the numerous food stalls. At each, you would stop to give him a brief run down of the menu. Sometimes you would move on without purchasing anything, others you would leave with several options.

The pair of you sampled a wide variety of foods, your pace slowing as you both grew full, and he grew tired. The last purchase was a pair of tofu soft serve ice cream cones – matcha for him, while you got your favourite flavour. Hands clasped, you strolled your way back to your inn, watching him smother frequent yawns with the back of his hand. He immediately found his way to the bed, sitting against the headboard, face softening with satisfied exhaustion.

You leaned in to kiss his forehead gently.

“Get ready for bed before you lose all will?” You murmured softly and he nodded drowsily, peeling himself from the bed to open up his suitcase.

By the time he returned from the bathroom, teeth brushed, and sleepwear donned, you had organized your own luggage a little.

“I’m going to shower and use the outdoor bath, I promise we’ll do that together tomorrow.” You smiled as you tucked him in, and he nodded slowly, already half asleep.

Pressing one last kiss to his temple, you took your shower before soaking in the covered rotenburo for over an hour. Sliding into a yukata, one of the cotton robes offered by the inn, you crawled into bed with him. Your heart swelled as he partially surfaced from his slumber to pull you tightly to him, and you nuzzled into his neck to join him in restorative sleep.

You woke lazily the next morning, stretching out. You paused as you felt the bed empty, lifting your head to confirm Austin was not there, before the sound of the shower running reached your ears and you sighed softly, relaxing back into the bed. Shuffling around, you shivered as the cotton fabric of the hotel yukata slid across your nipples. Chewing on your lip, you tossed the covers off, hearing the shower door close. Craning your neck a little, you swallowed thickly as you watched Austin, damp and glowing for the heat of the shower, towelling off his gorgeous body. Your eyes were automatically drawn to one particular part of his body. One that you were markedly fond of, and very much wanted to stretch your lips around. And then you got an idea. A wonderfully, wicked idea as to how to get him deeper than the last time you tried. Licking your lips eagerly you lay down with you head dangling back off the edge of the bed, watching him walk over to you with a towel around his waist, obscuring your target.

“Morning” He smiled gently, leaning down to kiss you gently.

You reached up to cradle his face, caressing the planes of his face from this new angle.

“Taking in the world from a new perspective?” He murmured gently and you grinned, sliding your fingers to the towel around his hips.

“Would you do me a favour, Austin?” You asked softly.

“Anything, darlin,’ just name it.” He grinned.

You tugged the towel loose before reaching to kiss the soft skin of his cock.

“I want you down my throat.” You murmured before parting your lips, tongue stretched out of your mouth invitingly.

“Holy fuck” He exhaled, contemplating a moment as he took in the sight of you before his hand reached down to guide his rapidly hardening cock into your warm and eager mouth.

You hummed in delight at the feel of his velvety skin against your tongue. Gently undulating the slick muscle against his length, you sucked slightly, encouraging him to harden fully as your hands moved to cup your breasts, unable to deny the urge to massage them through the thin cotton.

He inhaled sharply through his teeth, the resulting sound akin to a hiss as the blood rushed between his legs. He reached out to pluck the tie of your yukata open with his elegant fingers, groaning as it fell open the reveal your bare form to his greedy gaze. He shivered as the exhales from your nose brushed against the sensitive of his balls, and you felt the pull at the corners of your lips as he become fully erect. You nuzzled closer to his hips sliding his length deeper into your throat, swallowing around him slowly.

“Ahn!” He exclaimed eagerly and splay his fingers across your throat to feel the stretch of his cock there.

Reaching your hands back to grip his hips, you guided him back before pulling him into your throat once more, your position on the bed making it easier as it opened your airway fully. The pair of you moaned in unison, the sound making you squeeze your thighs together, squirming a little on the bed. While helping him set a rhythm that was pleasing to both of you with a hand on his hip, your other hand slid down to circle your nipple. You whimpered around him, eliciting a groan as you tugged at the sensitive flesh before need drove your hand lower between your thighs.

“Oh shit, you are just…fuck” Austin panted senselessly above you, leaning forward to palm your breasts as the veins and ridges of his cock slid along your tongue and into your throat. Saliva pooled against the roof of your mouth, easing his strokes and running in rivulets up your cheeks towards the floor.

The slick gathering in your folds, slick born of pleasing him, was remarkable in its volume. Your back arched needily as you worked it in time to his hips, circling your clit lightly, hips rocking simultaneously with his. Each time his cock left your airway, you took a deep breath through your nose, nuzzling it against the flesh of his testicles teasingly.

He keened eagerly, a tone of desperation which you echoed when the heat of his hand scorched your clit as he lay it over yours, his ring finger reaching down to stroke around your entrance, dipping in teasingly. You twined his fingers with yours, ensnaring his ring finger and forcing it into your eager, wet heat.

An agonized moan reverberated in your chest and throat –around his cock – earning a ragged growl and increase in speed. The slosh of your saliva, and the suction of your throat, mingled with your mutual moans to flood the hotel room in an obscene symphony. What limitations his position put on his ability to penetrate his fingers deep inside you, Austin made up for with speed, driving your entwined digits at a rapid and demanding pace that had your slick-coated thighs quivering helplessly.

“Oh darlin’…. I’m not…” He panted, voice wavering in a telltale sign that we would not last much longer.

You hummed encouragingly, nuzzling somehow closer to his body, ready and eager to receive his release.

“Fuck yes!” He roared, speech devolving into a jumble of vowels and consonants as you pulled his hips tight to your mouth, swallowing every drop he had to offer before kitten-licking your way off his cock, panting harshly against his overstimulated skin. Sense seemed to return to his statements as every expression of gratitude fell from his lips, yet still his own hands did not let up. Leaning further over you, he tugged and palmed your nipples with one hand as the fingers of his other continued their punishing pace that surely must be giving him a hand cramp.

The new angle of his approach had both your fingertips stroking right along your g-spot, making your eyes roll back in your head and your nails dig into the flesh of his hip. The second act of this symphony was now heaving breaths and the squelching of your cunt.

“Austin!” You cried out plaintively, your voice ragged from the misuse of your throat. Your knees bent and heels dug into the bedspread as you felt your entire body seized by an oppressive weight.

“I’ve got you darlin’, I’ve got you…” He whispered, breathing returning to normal as yours only became more erratic until, at last, the weight upon your shattered and you felt as though you were floating from the bed.

You squealed in a rather undignified way as your release quite literally flooded the bedspread and floor, making him gasp above you.

“Holy shit, darlin’, that was incredible.” He breathed reverently.

You lay there completely spent, trembling under the lingering effects of your orgasm, until he gently lifted your body to lay your head on the pillows. You sighed softly as the accumulation of blood drained from your head. You watched him fondly as he gently wiped at the tears and saliva on your cheeks. He grabbed his abandoned towel from the floor, stepping around the other side of the bed, and slipped a little.

Your eyes shot wide as it sunk in just how intense your orgasm had actually been.

“Fuck, I’m sorry!” You rasped and he grinned at you.

“I’m not.” He beamed as he wiped up a little before settling on the bed beside you with a glass of cool water.

He stroked your cheek as you sipped, watching you with unadulterated adoration. After a bit of a doze, you declared yourself ready to take on the day. As it was nearly ten-thirty, you had most definitely missed out on breakfast, so your first order of business was finding a café. Over breakfast, you made a plan for the day and enjoyed a boat cruise down the Katsura river, then rented bicycles to explore a wider swath of Arashiyama. You visited temples and shrines, crossed the famous bridge over the river, and found lunch in a historic Japanese house-turned-restaurant. You made the decision to return the bikes before leading Austin into the bamboo forest, both gasping at the markedly cooler temperatures surrounded by the water-filled stalks that soared high above your heads.

Walking in silence, only the faint sound of the shutter of Austin’s camera interrupted the gentle sounds of rustling leaves and birdsong. Heading back to the hotel, you enjoyed a traditional kaiseki meal consisting of an appetizer served with sake, a simmered dish, a sashimi dish, a seasonal dish, a grilled dish, and a rice dish all presented immaculately in a succession of courses.

When neither of you could possibly eat or drink anything more, you returned to your room where you guided him into the shower room.

“Because the water is shared and reused by other people, you bathe from head to toe before entering. It also leaves you feeling incredibly clean. Traditionally at onsen or hot springs, you do this on a stool. Which they’ve provided,” you gestured behind him to the two wooden stools “but we can absolutely just shower.”

Ever searching for the authentic experience, Austin grabbed one of the low stools and tried to maneuver himself down onto it. There were limbs everywhere. After a fit of giggles, you came to the mutual conclusion that the standing option would be best. Once the pair of were completely clean, you made your way outside into the outdoor bath. Austin seemed somewhat hunched over and hesitant until he saw that it was a private, walled-in space with a wooden cover hiding your naked bodies from the view of guests in the higher rooms.

“Oh wow…” He settled into the mineralized water, the steam curling across the surface, lit by simple lantern light. “Ok, I completely see the appeal of this.” He settled into one of the stone benches and sighed deeply.

“Honestly, it’s heaven. Because it’s cooler outside, you never get too hot and because the water is supplied from underground it never gets cool and…you could stay here forever…” You sighed happily, settling beside him with your head leaned back onto the rocks behind you.

“How can you keep giving me the best day of my life? Over and over…” He murmured softly and you bit your lip savagely as you clenched your eyes shut shyly. “You…yeah you…the one trying to hide by closing her eyes.” He grinned devilishly and began to playfully poke and tickle at your sides, making you squeal and thrash.

It was almost inevitable that you ended up entwined in one another’s arms, kissing hungrily.

“Mn…not…not in the onsen…bad etiquette.” You protested as he moved to haul you onto his lap, and so he changed tactics, hauling you into his arms and carrying you to bed to finish what had so innocently begun.

The next morning began with the included breakfast, as you both made an intentional effort to be up in time, before you embarked on your first day trip. A thirty-minute train ride through Kyoto took you to Fushimi Inari, famous for it’s thousands of vermillion tori or gates. Hiking through them, you summitted Mount Inari, taking countless photos during your progress. After a stop at a tiny noodle shop for lunch, you headed back to Kyoto station and on to Maruyama Park to wander through the cherry trees in full bloom, as forecasted.

“This is incredible, the accuracy of that forecast?” Austin shook his head in disbelief.

“Hundreds of thousands of yen are riding on that forecast…cherry blossoms are a national obsession.”

“I’m completely…this is…I’m speechless…” He shook his head again.

You secured a table under the cherry trees where you shared a much more casual dinner than the day before, along with a sampling of alcoholic beverages. Once the sun sank low enough, the lights strung between the trees lit up, creating an incredible ambience. Before making your way back to the station, you were sure to lead him past the incredible weeping cherry tree at the heart of the park.

Austin was eager to get back into the outdoor bath that evening and was able to keep his hands to himself for longer…before you found yourself tangled in the sheets with him once more. There were more day trips, to Nara to see the large buddha and feed the deer, and Himeji to see the white castle featured in You Only Live Twice. Austin’s appetite for Japanese food, beauty, and your body was insatiable. You could barely believe your time together was coming to an end as you packed up and checked out from the inn in Arashiyama to head to a western-style hotel that was convenient for Austin’s early morning flight from Kansai Airport the next day.

With the remainder of his visit down to hours, you checked in and then immediately headed back out to see Osaka castle. The cherry blossoms here were further along, and the cool breeze sweeping in from the bay was gently plucking the petals from the trees and tossing them through the air.

“Sakura fubuki…a cherry blossom snowstorm…” You smiled, feeling quite pleased you had timed the trip just right to show him all the incredible states of the blossoms.

He turned to look down at you softly, gently retrieving a blossom caught in your hair. He tucked it into his shirt pocket before wrapping his hand on either side of your jaw and kissing you firmly.

“I love you, darling girl…” He murmured against your lips, drawing a sharp gasp from you as it felt as though the swirling flowers were suddenly trapped beneath your ribs, fluttering beneath the weight of your emotions.

“….me too…” You managed to form the words through a shaky exhale, the statement coming out as a mere whisper. He clearly heard you, however, as his lips crashed back into yours and his arms wrapped around you tightly.

You were vaguely aware of whispers from passers-by, but you could not have care less as you clung to him. Oxygen eventually began an undeniable necessity and you reluctantly parted. Licking his lips, he took your hand and meandered the castle grounds, buying some tako yaki – fried octopus balls, and taking more pictures before returning to the hotel. You had barely removed your shoes before Austin was pulling you to him, as though no time had passed between him expressing the depth of his feelings, and your embrace in the hotel room.

While the intent had been for him to get as much rest as possible before departing for the airport at an unholy hour, the pair of you spent your dwindling hours together making love and soaking in one another’s presence. At the last possible moment, he tore himself from your arms to take a utilitarian shower and throw his luggage together before planting one final series of kisses on your lips, punctuating declarations of love, and running down to his waiting taxi.

It was heart wrenching, like a pail of wet concrete being poured into your stomach, to watch him leave. Your week together had truly crystalized your amorphous connection into a truly meaningful relationship and now he was once again wrenched from your side. Unable to sleep, you texted with him as he made his way to the airport and waited for boarding, already dreaming of the next time you could see one another. By the time he was seated, you had a tentative plan in place to try and visit him in the fall.

So, it was a surprise to you both when he opened his front door to you standing on his doorstep a mere four weeks later.

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Out on the Town

This fic is part of the “Enchanter’s Emporium” series

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Glynn was midway through wrapping the fish pie in cheesecloth when a knock rang out through the apartment. He wiped his hands on a dishtowel and hurried to answer the door.

Elijah, who was wrapped in furs and frosted with bits of snow, beamed at him as soon as the old wood had swung open on its hinges. He made a sound deep in his chest, and moved to greet Glynn with open arms.

“Elijah! It’s so good to see you!” Glynn chuckled and leaned into his friend’s warm bulk as they embraced. “Come in, come in! Put down your things and warm yourself by the hearth.”

Elijah squeezed him tightly, then straightened up with another low sound, before, “It’s good to see you too.” He was carrying a pack on his shoulders, which he let slide to the floor just inside the doorway with a grateful nod. He moved towards the fire, snow melting in his hair, and looked to Glynn with friendly eyes above his smile. “I'm glad to have made it into the city before too late in the day. I think luck was with me since I arrived alongside a merchant’s cart. Sometimes it seems the Solitude guard could give the Emperor himself a lesson in paranoia.”

“Ha! Kai would certainly agree with that sentiment.” Glynn held out an arm to take Elijah’s fur cloak. “The poor man has got another double shift today, so he won’t be home until tonight. But he told me to give you his warmest greetings when you arrived.”

“Mmm,” Elijah rumbled, “That’s a shame. Though I’ll look forward to seeing him this evening.”

“In the meantime, I thought we could go on a little tour of Solitude, if you’re interested. Kai doesn’t mind missing out; he sees enough of the streets as it is. And I’ve got a little list of places I’d love to show you.”

Elijah’s brow quirked, and he smiled again. “I wouldn’t mind an outing. To be honest, I haven’t seen much of the inside of the city other than where I’ve gone to trade and sell wares in the past. I’d almost certainly get lost if I tried to navigate the streets myself.”

“Excellent!” Glynn felt a little prickle of excitement. He would’ve been shy to admit it, but he’d been looking forward to this ever since Elijah had written to say that he’d be in the area for a few days. “Solitude is a marvelous city – so much to see! We can go as soon as you’re warmed up. All I have to do is put this pie in the icebox.”

“Mm.” Elijah hummed his agreement, but as Glynn moved to do as he said, he gave a curious tilt of his head. “You’ve already cooked something?”

“Not me.” Glynn grinned as he picked up the pie and carried it over to the enchanted icebox, where it would stay fresh until that evening. “I have a friend down at the marketplace who’s a fishmonger. When I was out shopping yesterday, I mentioned to her that I would soon have a visitor who’s partial to seafood and asked if she had any recommendations. She told me that she knew just the thing and that I should come back the next day. This morning, I dropped by her stall and she handed me the most beautiful fish pie. It’ll make a lovely supper later, I think.”

Elijah chuckled deeply. “I’m a bit honored. Supper seems very far away now, though.”

“If you’re hungry, we certainly don’t have to wait until supper to solve that,” said Glynn with a smile. “We’ll make a snack the first stop on our tour.”

It wasn’t long before the two of them were leaving the shop behind for the afternoon and making their way into the busy city streets outside of the emporium. Elijah had assured Glynn he was plenty warm after only a short while by the fire, and he’d donned his furs again as Glynn had gone to fetch his own cloak. The cobbled roads were loud with the noise of crowds and horses, and Elijah seemed to want to stick close to Glynn, but they made it easily to the section of the market where the food stalls were located as Glynn happily detailed all the sights he intended to show his friend that day.

“...we have to stop by the Blue Palace, of course. I’m sure it’ll be packed with sightseers, but it’s still worth a visit. There are some more out-of-the-way places I can show you in the Blue Quarter, too. The architecture is quite spectacular! But all that’s for later.” Glynn came to a stop, gesturing to a stall with a large painted sign depicting a lofty round pastry. “I thought this would be the perfect place for a snack.”

Elijah read the carefully crafted sign with a small smile on his face. “Sweet rolls?”

“Not just sweet rolls. The proprietor, Marianne, was once a merchant on an Imperial trading ship. She makes rolls with spices and flavorings from all over the world, as well as some more exotic ingredients from right here in Skyrim. The cinnamon one is my favorite, but there’s also jazbay and juniper, spiced trama root, Cyrodiil citrus, lavender and fire apple… oh, the date and honey is incredible as well! Plenty to choose from.”

Elijah blinked, looking faintly awed. Given all Glynn’s endorsements of the city’s cosmopolitan perks, ones he repeated often to Elijah as a sort of running joke between them, he couldn’t help feeling just a tiny tug of satisfaction.

“I suppose I would like to try the cinnamon roll.” Elijah said after a moment, fishing in his pocket for a few septims. “I have always been a bit curious as to what it might taste like.”

“Good choice! You’re in for a real treat.” Glynn led the way up to the stall’s proprietor. “Good morning, Marianne! The biggest and stickiest cinnamon roll you have for my friend Elijah, please.”

Marianne laughed when she saw who it was. “A cinnamon roll for your friend and none for yourself, Glynn? Are you sure?”

“Hmm… alright, you’re very persuasive.” Glynn took a few coins out of a pouch on this belt. “Two of your biggest and stickiest cinnamon rolls, then.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Glynn manage to walk by my stall without stopping for one of these.” Marianne winked at Elijah as she took his payment and handed him a warm bun, wrapped in a small scrap of waxed parchment paper for ease of eating. “I hope you’ll find them just as irresistible. Elijah, is it? Are you new to Solitude, or just passing through?”

“Just passing through,” Elijah replied conversationally with a twinkle in his eyes. “Glynn and Kai are good friends of mine, and I come by for occasional visits. I haven’t yet spent much time inside the walls however.”

“I’m showing him around,” Glynn added proudly. “Trying to convince him that the big city has its charms.”

As Glynn chatted, Elijah dug into his treat, and the first bite was evidently so delightful that Elijah’s appreciative hum was enough to draw a proud smile from Marianne.

“Good?” Glynn couldn’t help but grin too. “It’s a very unique flavor, isn’t it?”

“It is delicious.” Elijah agreed, licking sweet frosting from the corner of his mouth. “I never imagined a spice could taste so pleasantly warm.”

“The perfect thing for a cold day.” Glynn took his own cinnamon roll from Marianne, his mouth watering as he caught a whiff of the invigorating cinnamon. “Well, we’d better keep moving. Thank you, Marianne! Until next time.”

Elijah nodded amiably at the woman and followed Glynn onto the cobbled path, clearly enjoying the treat in his hands. They joined the throngs of people crowding the streets, moving deeper into the heart of Solitude. “I was thinking we could head down to the docks first,” Glynn explained as he led the way down a street packed with slow-moving merchant carts. “I think a tradesman like you might find them interesting. The size of the ships that come into port here is like nothing you’d have seen before, I imagine.”

“I don’t doubt it.” Elijah paused to swallow another bite of pastry. “I have seen the ships in Windhelm, though much less trade passes through there now with the war in progress.”

“Ah. Yes, that makes sense.” Glynn felt troubled for a moment, so troubled that the cinnamon lingering on his tongue briefly tasted like ash. “Solitude certainly hasn’t been untouched by the war, but it hasn’t stifled our trade. If anything, more ships come in – ships bearing Imperial soldiers and sometimes Thalmor. I suppose it’s for the best. If the Stormcloaks were to assault us, the city guard would not be able to hold them off for long alone.” He pushed the thought resolutely away – no sense tainting a nice visit from a friend with such dark thoughts! – and took another bite of his cinnamon roll. “You’ve got a boat yourself, don’t you? Would you ever sail it up this way?”

Elijah abruptly looked a touch uncomfortable, and reached up to dust a streak of sugar from his beard. “Probably not. The East Empire Trading Company does not welcome competition, even from individual tradesmen.” He glanced at Glynn, and his expression brightened as he smiled reassuringly. “That doesn’t mean however that I would not be interested in seeing their ships. I can certainly appreciate good craftsmanship, even in the service of those I might otherwise steer clear of.”

As it turned out, there were plenty of ships at port for Elijah to admire. Glynn didn’t know enough about seafaring to have anything knowledgeable to say about them, and instead wound up listening fondly as Elijah pointed out a few different types of sails and explained their purposes, from the cutter sails made for long cruises to the catsails made for small, swift craft. Glynn did, however, know a few of the docks’ hidden secrets.

“See that little ramshackle stand on the end of the pier?” he said, pointing. “They serve up fresh fish for the sailors and dockworkers. It doesn’t look like much, but there’s no better seafood in town. We can stop if you want.”

As hoped, Elijah’s expression took on an immediate interest, and with a chuckle, he nodded. “I am not one to judge a freshly cooked fish by the shine of the pot.”

They made their way over to the stand, where a small crowd of laborers had already gathered for lunch. Some of them nursed bowls of fish stew, while others traded coins for the house special – chunks of fresh salmon skewered on a wooden stick, lightly battered and fried golden in a pot of boiling oil.

Glynn still had a few bites of his cinnamon roll left to finish, so he hung back while Elijah went up to make a purchase. He was delighted when his friend came back with a big grin and a piping hot salmon skewer. “Oh, good choice.”

“Mhmm.” Elijah was already digging in, the cut of fish flaking away from the skewer as he bit into it. He swallowed the mouthful and paused to admire the tender pink meat underneath the golden crispy outside. “I cannot count how many times I have had salmon, but there always seems to be new ways to try it no matter where I go.” He took another bite, then pulled off a shred of meat from the other side of the skewer, offering it to Glynn.

“Oh, thank you!” Glynn popped the chunk of hot, juicy fish into his mouth, savoring the way the flavor burst across his tongue. “Mmm! Delicious as always. But not quite as good as the fish pie we’ve got for later.”

Elijah was smiling as he continued enjoying his salmon. “You seem very sure of this fish pie,” he teased gently.

“Of course I am! Only the finest fish pie in the land for my friends. Just wait til you taste it, I’m sure you’ll agree.” Glynn shivered and drew his cloak more tightly as a chill wind blew in across the slate-gray Sea of Ghosts. “Speaking of the finest in the land – shall we head up to the Blue Palace? It shouldn’t be too busy this time of day, and it’ll be warmer within the city walls.”

A light snow started up as they made their way back into the shelter of the streets. The weather didn’t do anything to dampen the crowds that moved in the streets of Solitude’s wealthiest neighborhood. Well-dressed nobles mixed with clamoring sightseers as they neared the palace, and soon, the first glimpse of a blue-tiled spire appeared above the rooftops.

Elijah, despite the fact that Glynn was sure he was used to seeing many great sights in his travels, gazed upon the blue and gold turrets of the palace with an almost childlike wonder as they drew closer. Once they had crossed the threshold into the garden out front, Elijah hung back with Glynn from the other tourists and listened with interest as Glynn talked about the traditions of the royal family and the generations that had lived within the castle’s hallowed halls.

“In the past, visitors have been allowed inside to see the grandeur of the entrance hall. But of course, security has tightened since the war began.” Glynn allowed himself a small sigh, but brightened as he caught the sound of a loud voice cutting through the sounds of the crowd. “There are benefits to staying out in the garden though! It sounds like a snack vendor is coming around.”

The man with the booming voice came into view moments later. His brightly-colored cloak swirled around him as he rolled his cart over the slushy cobblestones, shouting, “Apple fritters and mulled mead! Hot and fresh! Warm your belly with apple fritters and mulled mead!”

Elijah made a little sound of curiosity and then murmured to Glynn, “What is an apple fritter?”

“Oh, they’re wonderful little things! Bits of fried dough with a filling of apples and cinnamon, and covered with a sweet, sticky glaze. The perfect treat for a cold autumn day.”

“Mmm.” Elijah hummed in response. And when the vendor came close, he bought a cup of mead when Glynn did, and then after a moment of hesitation, picked out a gooey apple fritter as well. He took a big bite, and a pleased look crossed his face, and he licked cinnamon from his lips before taking another.

“Perhaps some day in the future,” Elijah said softly, pausing to dust crumbs from his mouth, “when the war is over, I can make a visit when the weather is good and we can come again to see the entrance hall.”

Glynn tried to keep the sadness from his smile, despite his private fears as to whether the entrance hall would still be there to see if the war ended on Ulfric Stormcloak’s terms. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

By the time the two of them had finished their mead, the palace courtyard was becoming overburdened with foot traffic, and so Glynn beckoned Elijah out of the gate and back to the exquisitely beautiful paths of the Blue Quarter. Their walk was slow and leisurely, as Glynn paused every so often to point out a particularly beautiful bit of stonework here or a garden overflowing with flowers there and Elijah responded with warm sounds of appreciation and awe.

“Oh my.” Glynn paused at one corner and Elijah nearly bumped into him. “I was very much hoping to show you the Bard’s College – they are excellent conversationalists and the building is jam-packed with history – but well, it seems they are having a bit of a festival.”

Indeed, it was hard to miss. The stone yard outside of the College was filled with milling visitors, performing acts of many kinds, and a few different vendors selling food and trinkets. Glynn had wondered what the music was for a few blocks away, but hadn’t realized there was a festival at the other end of it. He must have missed the memo on the town square’s noticeboard.

Glynn shook his head and looked up to Elijah. “The College will be closed for the festivities today. We could always come back tomorrow though, if you don’t think you’ll be leaving town too early.”

“I should have time tomorrow for more visiting.” Elijah’s twinkling smile appeared again, and he teased gently, “I don’t suppose you know many people here at the College? They seem your type.”

“My type?” Glynn’s mock offense was somewhat ruined by the fact that he couldn’t keep himself from laughing. “I’ll have you know that I don’t stand for bards. If I’m not the biggest personality in the room at all times, I become highly uncomfortable.” He paused mid-jest as he spotted a white-aproned cook carrying a loaded platter towards the refreshment table. “Oh Divines, would you look at those boiled cream treats! The College itself may be closed, but maybe we should stop by the festival just long enough for a snack?”

And so the two of them listened to a nearby bard-in-training sing a riveting ballad of a battle long past while they indulged in a pair of richly garnished boiled cream treats; thick custard dusted with a hint of ginger and crystalized honey. After he’d finished his treat, Elijah admitted to Glynn that he’d not had so many sweets so close together in quite a while, which led to Glynn seeking out a savory snack for him, a beautifully cooked meat pie in the shape of a large dumpling that Elijah clearly thoroughly enjoyed.

They sat in the College yard for a short while after finishing their snacks, listening to the mingled sounds of lutes, harps, drums, and voices raised in both shout and song. Glynn could’ve stayed longer, but he noticed Elijah’s big frame had begun to hunch up a little, and mused that so much noise and commotion had to be quite a change from the peace and solitude of Skyrim’s roads.

He reached over and put a hand on his friend’s knee. “Ready to press on? I was thinking we could swing by Castle Dour next. Watching the Imperial army train can be quite a sight. And then after that, we’d have just enough time to pop into the Winking Skeever for a drink before heading home for dinner.”

Elijah slid him a grateful smile. “I would be interested in seeing the fort, certainly. And it might be nice to see the soldiers doing something other than crowding taverns and pestering villagers.” He gave a little chuckle, half amused, half rueful.

He wasn’t disappointed; the soldiers outside the castle walls were undergoing a rigorous training exercise that involved flaming arrows and flammable targets. Bright bursts of fire danced around the courtyard, and it seemed there were even a couple of frost mages in attendance to control any wayward sparks.

“What do you think?” Glynn asked with a little grin. “Good enough to roast a few Stormcloaks?”

“I should think so.” Elijah wore a smile as well, the air about him undeniably impressed. A soldier just ahead of them hit a bullseye and the target went up in a blaze. Elijah let out an appreciative whistle.

“It’s quite a bustling place, isn’t it?” Glynn glanced around at the whirlwind of activity happening on the fringes of the training session – smiths hammering away at their anvils, cart drivers maneuvering their wagonloads of goods up to the castle, messengers scampering to and fro. “And it’s not just the Legion that uses this area. The city guards have their barracks here as well. I come down here fairly regularly to see Kai.”

Elijah perked up a little and glanced Glynn’s way. “I don’t suppose there would be any chance of running into him here?”

“He’s manning one of the guard stations on the city wall today, so unfortunately not. But I can show you one of his local secrets.” Glynn motioned for Elijah to follow him. He led the way around the edge of the training yard and through a narrow archway, beyond which there were fewer soldiers and more craftspeople. At a ramshackle stand, squeezed between a fletcher’s stall and a man mending boots, a heavyset woman stirred an enormous stew pot with a ponderous wooden spoon.

“They say that Hildur has been tending that very same pot for as long as anyone can remember,” Glynn said. “That every morning, she throws in new ingredients to replace what she ladled out the day before, and every night, she banks the fire so that the leftovers can simmer and become even more delicious. Now, I don’t know if that’s true, but I do know that her stew has got the tenderest meat and the softest vegetables you’ll ever taste. All the guards love it. It’s hot, cheap, and fills your belly right up.”

“Mmm.” Elijah shifted a little next to Glynn. “I have to agree that the best stew is often cooked long and slow by a familiar hand.”

“Would you like to try some?” Glynn reached for the purse on his belt. “I had some just yesterday when I came to meet Kai for lunch, so I’ll refrain myself, but I’d be happy to treat you.”

Elijah shook his head with a smile. “No need to spend your gold on me, I certainly have a few septims to spare.” And he fished in his pocket for a couple gold pieces, making his way to the stall and coming back with a warm bowl that smelled heavenly.

“I think I would believe that story.” Elijah said to Glynn after he’d taken his first richly steaming bite. He made a sound of deep appreciation and scooped up another, the thick broth dripping from his spoon. “This is incredible.”

“Hildur says she’d rather die than tell anyone her secret ingredient. I don’t think there’s a soul in the city who doesn’t believe her.” Glynn chuckled at the way Elijah was clearly savoring each bite. It was a quality that he deeply appreciated in Elijah – the man liked good food just as much as Glynn did. “Here, there are some benches over this way where we can sit while you eat. And then to the inn, perhaps. It’s certainly getting chilly now that the sun is going down.”

“Stars above. Is it that late already?” Elijah glanced up at the twilight sky. Glynn guessed that with the thick furs draped around his shoulders, he might not have noticed the drop in the air. He turned and followed Glynn’s lead after a moment, giving a nod. “To the inn it is, then.”

Elijah ate his stew at a steady pace; still enjoying each bite but keeping the growing evening shadows in the corner of his eye. By the time he was scraping dregs from the bottom of his bowl, the sky was mostly dark and the torches around town were being lit. Elijah left his bowl and spoon in a provided trough at the edge of the courtyard and trailed after Glynn as they ducked into the alleyway that led down the hill and back towards the main square.

With the workday over, all the cart drivers and day laborers and other folks who preferred drinking environments a little rowdier than the average inn had begun to gather in Solitude’s nooks and crannies. A large group of them had already congregated in the alley between Castle Dour and the inn – and already gotten well into their bottles, by the sounds of it. They whooped and shouted from the glow of their unsanctioned fires as Glynn and Elijah passed.

“Evening, boys!” Glynn called to a little knot of them that seemed particularly enthusiastic. He’d grown up around this kind of thing, and knew that these folks were loud but harmless, so he was only mildly alarmed when one of the men peeled away from the fire and staggered over to grip his arm.

“Evening, my fine good sir!” he cried, his words a bit slurred, as his buddies roared with laughter. “S’a beautiful evening to be here in the finest city in Skyrim, eh?”

“It certainly is.” Glynn patted the man on the back, gently easing him back over his own feet. “I hope you and friends enjoy it thoroughly.”

“You’re too kind, sir, too kind! Here, have a drink on me.” He thrust a bottle of mead into Glynn’s hands, and then turned to Elijah and held out another. “Your big friend, too! All of Skyrim ought to be drunk on a night as fine as this one.”

“Well, I won’t refuse hospitality.” Elijah’s huge demeanor held a bit of his quiet shyness that Glynn was sure only he noticed, but he clearly didn’t want to spoil the fun. He gave a nod and a smile of thanks as a bottle was pushed into his hand as well, then took a big swig that seemed to please the revelers around them.

“Get them some grub too!” someone by the fire yelled, and a moment later, another drunken man came stumbling up with a pair of small bread loaves in his hand.

“Something to sate your bellies,” the man said with a gap-toothed grin, thrusting the loaves out invitingly. “Made ‘em myself.”

Glynn took the bread, grinning as he saw that it had been sliced open lengthways and filled with shreds of roasted meat and grilled leek. “A little local custom,” he explained quietly in response to Elijah’s quizzical look. “They put their meat and vegetables inside bread, so that it’s easier to hold around a fire. No plates or forks necessary.”

Elijah’s brow raised with interest and he brought the loaf to his mouth, taking a curious bite and chewing thoughtfully. He swallowed and smiled, “It’s good,” then he parted the halves of his bread to peer at the roasted ingredients inside. The sheen of juices in the meat caught the firelight and a waft of steam rose from the vegetables. “Immensely clever, I must admit.” Then he pressed the loaf back together and continued to enjoy it.

It took them a few minutes to extricate themselves from the other men and nod their farewells, but by the time their loaves were finished and their bottles were empty, they were headed down the road to the inn’s warm, welcoming hearth.

The Winking Skeever had drawn the quieter but still lively crowd of Solitude’s merchant class; the front door was propped open for guests and the entryway was golden with candlelight and filled with the melody of the bard’s lute. A roaring fire kept out the chill of the outdoors and chatter swirled around them from residents and visitors alike.

Wonderful smells swirled around them too, no doubt from the kitchens, and Glynn felt water gather in his mouth. That boiled cream treat at the Bard’s College felt like a distant memory, and the revelers’ meat and bread had only served to whet his appetite. There was the fish pie waiting for them at home, of course, but that would take at least an hour to bake.

He flagged down the first barmaid he saw and ordered two tankards of ale. Then he asked about the dinner specials.

“We’re in luck!” he said, turning towards Elijah so he could hear him over the noise. “They’re serving roast pheasant tonight! The Winking Skeever is known city-wide for the way they do their roast pheasant – it’s served with a sauce that’s both tart and sweet! Made of snowberries, I believe. I don’t think you can find it anywhere else. I think I’ll get myself a plate – would you like one?”

Elijah made a sound – an oddly amused one. But before Glynn could ask what was so funny, his friend added, “Well, snowberries are a favorite of mine. I’m certain I would be remiss to miss out.”

So Glynn turned back to the barmaid and asked for two plates. Minutes later, they were sitting together at an old wooden table by the fire, ale in their cups and pheasant breasts smothered in thick red sauce on tin plates before them.

“So, what did you think of Solitude?” Glynn asked. “Did it live up to your imaginings?”

Elijah was leaning back in his chair, his gaze roaming over the cheerfully crowded inn. He smiled at Glynn’s question and said, “Surpassed them, in fact. I suppose I have always thought Solitude must be a city of imposing stone and majestic roads, and that much is true, but I was surprised and happy to find that many community charms are tucked away here, just as many as any other city in Skyrim.” He paused to lift his pheasant roast to his mouth to take a bite, licking snowberry sauce from his lips a moment later.

“I’m delighted you think so.” Glynn paused for a moment to tuck into his own pheasant. It was so good that he had to close his eyes and savor it for a moment – the meat tender and juicy and savory, a perfect complement to the tang of the snowberry sauce. “You know, for all I talk of Solitude’s unparalleled splendors… I’ve spent my whole life inside its walls. Never ventured further than Katla’s farm, and only that far once or twice. So it’s good to hear that perhaps all my raving has some actual merit.”

Elijah chuckled and drank from his mug of ale before adding, “One of these days I will have to take you on a trip – somewhere you can see the beauty of the wilds of Skyrim. I’m quite sure I could find somewhere calm and pleasant enough that the journey would not be a burden to you. Perhaps we could follow the shore east, to Dawnstar, and I could even sail you along the bay’s waters.”

“I would like that very much! I’ve never been on a boat before. I can only imagine how it must feel, with the salt spray on your face and the wind at your back…. Oh, and you know what else I would love to see? A barrow. Not the inside, of course – I’m not adventurous enough for that! Just the structure. It must be fascinating to see carvings done by ancient hands.”

“Well, there are at least a couple of less-impressive barrows on the way there.” Elijah’s eyes twinkled. “But if you were up for a carriage ride and an afternoon’s hike another time, we could travel to Whiterun, and from there, to Riverwood. One of the most well-preserved barrow sites in all of Skyrim overlooks the village of Riverwood. It is striking to lay eyes on it for the first time.”

“Really?” Glynn sipped at his ale thoughtfully. “You know, I think I could handle a carriage ride. I’m sure Whiterun itself is also a sight to see.”

“Absolutely. In fact, Micah and I might be able to give you a tour of our own around Whiterun. The locals there are very familiar with us as he often visits the apothecary there, and it is a common stop for me when trading and traveling.” Elijah pulled the last bite of meat from his pheasant breast and set the plate down for a barmaid to collect. After he’d savored the mouthful he leaned back in his chair once more, mug in hand, and blinked at the firelight contentedly. “Thank you, for showing me your home. I truly enjoyed getting to see the city through your eyes.”

A warm feeling settled in Glynn’s chest. “Thank you for humoring me,” he said with a chuckle. “I really enjoyed getting to show it off to you.” He scraped the last morsels from his plate and washed them down with his final sip of ale. “Mmm, that really hit the spot. Would you care for another round of drinks before we head home? Or maybe dessert? The sweet rolls they serve here can’t hold a candle to Marianne’s, but they aren’t half bad either.”

“Glynn,” Elijah started, and then broke off with a slight laugh.

Glynn turned to look at Elijah, curious, just as his friend groaned softly and slid a hand over the crest of his belly, which Glynn noticed for the first time was much rounder than usual.

“Glynn, I am so full. I don’t believe you can expect me to keep eating and still partake in fish pie this evening.” Elijah hiccupped and rubbed his palm over the curve of his middle. It was barely audible over the din of the tavern, but a moment later, a low gurgling found its way to Glynn’s ears.

Glynn clapped a hand to his forehead, laughing. “Oh Divines! I suppose you have been sampling things all day, haven’t you?” Since they hadn’t left each other’s sides, Glynn had been operating under the assumption that Elijah would be as hungry and as full as he himself was. But now that he was thinking about it, they’d made plenty of stops where Elijah had eaten and he hadn’t. The fish down at the docks, the apple fritter at the palace, the meat dumpling at the Bard’s College, the stew at Castle Dour…. “I’m so sorry, Elijah, I didn’t even realize! I hope you’re not uncomfortable?”

“No no, I’m alright.” Elijah was quick to reassure, offering a warm smile. “But I do think I will need a bit of a break to digest before supper.”

“Well, the pie will need a good while to bake anyway.” Glynn reached over the table and patted the hand that Elijah didn’t have resting on his belly. “Let’s get home so you can rest. Are you feeling up for a short walk? My shop is practically across the street.”

“Crossing the street shouldn’t be too difficult,” Elijah agreed with another chuckle, then braced his hands on the arms of his chair and pushed himself to his feet. Once there, the barest crease tugged at his brow, but vanished a moment later as he lifted his hand again to support his heavy middle. He rubbed soothingly at the tightest part of the swell as they made their way from the inn to the chilly marketplace outside, and then on to the front door of the Enchanter’s Emporium.

“Sorry about the stairs,” said Glynn as they wound their way up the tight coil of steps that led from the shop to the apartment. “I know they’re not easy on a very full stomach.”

Elijah groaned quietly in response, sounding more amused than uncomfortable. “Indeed not. But I suppose stairs may simply be an inevitability when sleeping indoors most places.”

Once they reached the living quarters, Glynn led Elijah over to the tower room, where a big round table and cushioned benches awaited. “You sit and relax,” he said as he made a circuit of the room, lighting torches with little spurts of fire magic. “I’m going to go stoke up the hearth. Would you like some tea?”

“Hmm… tea would be quite nice, yes. Thank you.”

“Coming right up. I’ll also get the pie started – that is, if you still want to have supper at all?” Glynn smiled wryly as he took in the way Elijah was reclining on the bench, both hands on the crest of his round belly. “There’s no pressure. I can always get some bread and cheese if you’ve had enough for the evening.”

Elijah tilted his head, considering. He hummed softly again, then said, “I think I would still like to have supper. I’ve been quite eager for the taste of fish pie just about all evening.”

Glynn beamed. He hadn’t wanted Elijah to feel obligated to eat more, but privately he was quite pleased, because he was certain his friend was going to love this pie. “Wonderful! I’ll be right back.”

He ducked into the kitchen and built the fire up to a merry crackle. Within ten minutes, he had the kettle whistling and the pie sitting on a bed of hot coals to bake. He poured some steaming water into two mugs full of mountain flowers and carried them back over to the table.

Elijah thanked him for the mug and brought the tea to his lips, letting out a sigh of relaxation after he’d taken his first swallow. He made a pleased sound when Glynn sat close to his side, cuddly as ever, and spent the next several minutes taking slow sips of tea and working the other hand over the front of his belly, rubbing little circles over places Glynn knew from experience would encourage digestion and perhaps free up a little room.

“You know,” Glynn said warmly as he sipped his own tea, “it’s nice to have a friend who appreciates the pleasure of eating well. I love Kai with all my heart, but the man drives me up the wall with his insistence that a slice of dry bread counts as a meal. Sometimes it feels so good to just eat delicious things until you’re heavy and sleepy, you know?”

“I very much agree.” Elijah replied with a big smile. “Making a living from the wilds is hard work, and the reward for doing so is often the simple pleasures of a warm fire and a good meal. Getting the chance to truly indulge is a luxury, and even more so in the safety and company of friends.”

Glynn chuckled. “Well, good meals, warm fires, and safe walls are in abundance here, and you’re always welcome.”

Elijah’s gaze rested fondly on him. “For which I am very grateful.”

They sat companionably together on the bench for the rest of the hour that the pie was baking, nursing their mugs of tea and occasionally talking about what they’d been up to recently, what life had brought their way, and other quiet, easy things. Elijah was starting to look rather sleepy by the time mouth-watering smells began wafting from the direction of the hearth, but perked up considerably after Glynn had gone to check on it and poked his head back in the dining room with a, “Pie’s ready!”

The pie had been made for Glynn in a long, deep dish, with a layered filling and a sheet of dough tucked down and crimped over the edges. Once he’d pulled the pie from the coals, its crust had bubbled up with gravy and the top of it was browned to perfection. It looked rich and hearty and delicious.

Glynn brought the pie to the table along with a couple of plates and chuckled when he saw Elijah’s eager expression. “My original plan was to cut this three ways and serve it up – I know Kai wouldn’t eat a whole third, but I figured you and I might. But you just let me know how much of it you want – no need to push yourself if you want to take it easy.”

Elijah contemplated the pie for a long moment, took a deep breath, and made a sound of appreciation for the rich scent of the pie. “I could eat a third.”

Glynn tried to be discreet as he glanced at Elijah’s middle, which was still visibly rounded out beneath his shirt. “You’re sure?” he asked, careful to make sure his tone didn’t hold the slightest shred of judgment.

Elijah nodded with another smile. “I think I’ve had long enough to digest.”

“Very good.” Glynn let his knife drop through the golden crust. He eased the resultant large rectangle of pie out onto a plate and passed it Elijah’s way. Then he cut a big piece for himself and poured out two mugs of ale before sliding back into the bench to sit next to Elijah with their plates and mugs.

Elijah dug his fork into the flaky golden crust and scooped up a bite of tender fish, cushioned with potato and gravy and dotted with small, tender greens. He made a sound of absolute decadence once it was past his lips, chewed and swallowed, then cut another.

“This is incredible.” He mumbled after his second bite, already digging for a third and mopping up sauce from his plate with his fork. “Quite honestly one of the best dishes I have ever had.”

“I hoped you might say that!” Glynn said, beaming. “Truly, the first thing I thought when you told me that you’re partial to fish was that I had to get you one of these pies. A lot of fish pies wind up masking the seafood with potatoes and gravy, but this one really celebrates the flavor of fish.”

“Mmhm.” Elijah agreed emphatically, without pausing his indulgence to say more than that, spending a few moments longer chewing the next bite he took. He paused for a drink of ale, then dug back in, carefully selecting each forkful for big bites of fish.

The pie truly was incredible, so delicious that Glynn suspected his fishmonger friend might have been showing off a little. Each bite was packed with flavor – rich potato, bright greens, salty fish – all wrapped in a perfect buttery crust. Even with the edge of his own appetite dulled by the roast pheasant, Glynn was so drawn into the meal that for the first dozen bites or so, he was scarcely aware of what was going on around him.

It was a soft sound at his side that drew him out of the haze of indulgence. He glanced over to see Elijah squirming a little in his seat, one hand pressing gently into his bulging stomach. As Glynn watched, he raised his other hand to cover a little burp and then sighed with relief.

“How are you doing over there?” Glynn asked with a little laugh.

“Mmgh…” Elijah took a moment to lean back a little and pressed his other hand to the swell of his belly. “I’m not ready to admit defeat yet, but I’m certain I must have more room than this.”

“I know the feeling.” Unthinkingly, Glynn reached over and put a hand against the rounded side of Elijah’s stomach. It grumbled laboriously as he did, and the sensation of something so visceral happening under his fingertips filled Glynn with a brief pulse of self-consciousness. Elijah was a good friend, but they had not known each other all that long, really. Maybe that was too personal a touch?

His doubts vanished as quickly as they’d come. Elijah groaned softly with relief and arched into the touch just slightly, settling a little closer to Glynn’s side.

Glynn smiled and swept his hand from the side of Elijah’s belly to its crest, pressing in gently against the tightness. “How do you feel about belly rubs? Perhaps I can help you find some more of that room you’re looking for.”

“Mmmgh…” Elijah’s hand held at the tightest part of the curve on his other side and he nodded warmly. “Yes please. Mmm… feels good.”

A wave of fondness swept over Glynn. It was so endearing, the way that Elijah clearly felt no shyness around him. With an affectionate chuckle, he began to rub, resolving to try out a few different motions to see what would feel best to his friend. Smoothing long strokes down the front of Elijah’s belly prompted some contented sighs, but didn’t seem to provide much relief. So Glynn switched to firm circles, moving slowly from the firm swell where Elijah’s stomach was tight with pie down to where the heaviness of overindulgence had been building up all day.

That seemed to do the trick, because Elijah was soon murmuring softly in relief, going slack under Glynn’s ministrations even as his belly began grumbling in earnest; quite a bit more loudly than it had before. The tight places Glynn could feel as he rubbed eased up, and the more of them he felt out and soothed, the less often he felt his friend squirm beside him on the bench.

Once it seemed his overburdened stomach was more relaxed, Elijah blinked sleepily and patted Glynn’s hand warmly. “Thank you. That’s so much better.”

“I’m so glad.” Glynn grinned as he gave Elijah’s belly one last little stroke before returning to his own plate. “You just let me know if you need any more help, alright? Wouldn’t want any discomfort getting in the way of a good meal.”

“Mmm. I will.” Elijah’s reply was full of affection, and he leaned over his pie once more and took another big bite.

The meal continued quietly but comfortably, as Elijah was clearly on a mission to get as much of his serving into his belly as he could, and Glynn was enjoying his own pie enough that it didn’t seem necessary to stop and think of things to talk about. They both paused once when Glynn noticed that a light snow had begun to fall outside and pointed it out to Elijah, who looked towards the window, smiled broadly, and made a remark about how nice it was to be indoors with a warm fire, good food, and a good friend. Glynn couldn’t have agreed more.

Before long, Glynn was scraping the final morsels of gravy-sodden pie crust from his plate. He had saved a nice tender chunk of fish for his very last bite, and he spent a few extra moments chewing it, savoring the flavor and the comfortable, satisfying weight of his full stomach. As he swallowed the last of his meal, he glanced over to see that Elijah was still working on the last fourth or so of his piece. As he watched however, his friend lifted another bite on his fork, paused halfway to his mouth, then lowered his fork to his plate again. A moment later, a deeply strained gurgle worked its way through Elijah’s very swollen belly and his brow knitted just a little.

“Divines,” Glynn said with a warm laugh, “you look absolutely stuffed! How are you feeling?”

“Mmghh…” Elijah rubbed one hand over the front of his stomach and leaned back in his seat, as if to take some of the pressure off his middle. His insides grumbled sharply at the movement and he gave another little groan. “Rather stuffed, I suppose.”

“Need a little more help, perhaps?” Without waiting for an answer, Glynn scooted in closer and pressed a hand just above where Elijah was holding. Elijah’s stomach pressed back, round and full, and Glynn felt its contents rumble yet again as he rubbed a gentle yet firm circle. “Is there any particular spot that would feel especially nice?”

“Mmmhh…” Elijah leaned into Glynn’s hand and seemed to consider for a moment. He took a deep breath and winced as if the pressure of his lungs was a bit too much for his straining belly. “Mmm… my sides, I think.”

Glynn obligingly shifted his attention to his friend’s sides. As soon as he moved his hands, it was clear to him why Elijah needed attention there – his sides were bowed out with fullness and clearly carrying a lot of tension from the bloat of his belly. There was barely any give when Glynn pressed in. He used a gentle firmness at first, not wanting to cause any pain, but when Elijah let out a deep groan of relief and squirmed into the touch, he deepened the pressure. Elijah’s response – a shiver of pure pleasure – convinced him to keep going the same way.

“You’ve really eaten so much,” Glynn remarked as he worked. Deep affection was creeping over him again, and his voice came out low and warm. “I’m quite impressed.”

A rather delighted smile touched the corner of Elijah’s mouth and he hummed, clearly feeling complimented. “Well,” he started, then huffed breathlessly after a hiccup squeezed his belly, “I’ve been enjoying myself. Sampling the local culture through local dishes is not something I have ever thought to do before, but I found it immensely worthwhile. A bit of brilliance on your part, you know.”

“I don’t know if I could claim brilliance so much as instinct,” Glynn chuckled. “I’ve been eating my way around Solitude my whole life. Honestly, it’s so nice to have someone to enjoy it with.” He pressed his thumb more firmly into a particularly tight spot in Elijah’s side, smiling at the little catch of breath it prompted. “I’m very glad we’re friends.”

Elijah made a sound of deep fondness and slipped an arm around Glynn’s shoulders, giving him a warm squeeze. His cheek came to rest for just a moment over Glynn’s hair and he said, “I’m very glad we are, too.”

His stomach gurgled again, but this time, it sounded less like a complaint and more like an industrious sound, and Glynn realized that Elijah’s sides had loosened up quite a bit. Somehow, Elijah looked even rounder than he had before, but he seemed much more comfortable. “What do you think?” he asked, his voice just a touch teasing as he patted just above Elijah’s navel. “Do you have enough room left in here for the rest of that pie?”

“I believe I can give it my best effort.” Elijah said with another amused smile, and started to sit up, only to hiccup laboriously as the contents of his swollen stomach sloshed and burbled in response. He grunted faintly and pressed one hand to the rounded curve to steady it, and searched for his fork with his other hand.

It was clear that Elijah’s best effort wasn’t going to get him far without some help. Glynn cuddled in even closer, tucking one arm behind Elijah’s back and moving his other hand back up to the top of his belly. He focused his attention just below Elijah’s ribs as his friend dug back into his pie, rubbing broad, steady circles to keep his stomach settled and relaxed enough to stretch.

Despite everything that Elijah had crammed into his belly over the course of the day, and despite how much effort it seemed for him to put each new forkful past his lips, it was clear his appreciation for the fish on his plate hadn’t lessened in the slightest. Even with his stomach gurgling slightly with every swallow, and an occasional groan slipping out as Glynn’s fingers pressed over the swell of his middle, he hummed with enjoyment after every other bite, and paused frequently to scrape sauce from his plate.

As he neared the last few crumbles of pie, Elijah hummed softly and shifted in his seat, reaching for his mug of ale and taking a few tentative sips. He picked up his fork again and chuckled as he explained, “As much as I like the saltiness of fish, I’m realizing it’s catching up to me a bit.”

“Shall I get you some water?” Glynn offered. At Elijah’s grateful nod, he patted his friend’s belly before slipping out of the bench to fetch him a tankard of fresh water. He placed it beside Elijah’s plate, within easy reach.

Elijah seemed to have had the same idea as Glynn. The last bits of food on his plate were mostly chunks of tender fish, and he was selecting each one with slow deliberateness and chewing long and slow to savor them. He groaned in appreciation when Glynn slid his hand back over the crest of his stomach, and pressed into the touch, squinting in relief under the rub, then forked up another bite, chewed, and swallowed it down.

Elijah paused again with about two bites of his pie left, breathing shallowly and rubbing the side of his belly that Glynn couldn’t reach with his other hand. “M’so full.” He murmured after a moment, smiling faintly, which meant it wasn’t a complaint, necessarily. “Need a minute.”

“Take your time.” Glynn mirrored Elijah’s motion, so that both of his taut sides were being rubbed at once, and smiled softly as his friend hiccuped and groaned. “There’s only a little left. Two swallows, that’s all.”

A whining gurgle squeezed through Elijah’s belly, as though to remind Glynn that two more swallows were not nothing when it was already packed so full. He smoothed his hand soothingly over it, pausing to massage helpfully into any strained digestive rumblings he felt beneath his fingers. Then he swept upwards to rub the sharp curve just beneath the ribs, where he could feel Elijah’s stomach cramping a little from how much it was holding. He pressed the palm of his hand over the tightest part of the swell, working his thumb encouragingly into the tight line of tension he could feel there.

Elijah shivered and stretched out a little more, giving himself as much room as he possibly could. After a few more gentle presses over the tightest part of his stomach, he scooped up another bite, chewed and swallowed. The last bite went down much the same way, then Elijah put down his fork and reached for his water.

He raised the tankard as if to only take a brief sip, but seemed to realize his thirst more intensely once the water hit his tongue. Without pausing, he drank down several big, urgent swallows, each one swelling and tightening his stomach, filling any remaining crevices of room. As soon as he lowered his cup, it seemed to hit him all at once, and it was clearly very uncomfortable.

Elijah groaned softly, then winced deeply and groaned again, more sharply and with an edge of pain to the sound. He squirmed and shifted in his seat, gripping his stomach with both hands. He tried to take a breath but it came up short; his belly was so round and taut and stuffed that there was no give anywhere where Glynn could feel.

“Oh dear,” Glynn murmured sympathetically, circling over the obviously aching swell with light, soothing strokes. “Poor thing. That was a little too much, wasn’t it? It’s alright, you’ll feel better in just a moment… here, maybe this will help.” He summoned the tiniest trickle of fire magic into his palm, just enough to create a little warmth, and rested his hand at the top of Elijah’s distended stomach.

Elijah moaned softly with faint relief, turning his stomach up into the touch to feel as much of the warmth as possible. A moment later, a tight hiccup jolted through him and his belly quivered with an angry, creaking gurgle. No slight shift in position as he squirmed around seemed to ease any discomfort, and he rubbed over and over his own stomach with one hand, clutching at the folds of his tunic as if desperate to relieve some kind of pressure in his belly.

Oh Divines, Glynn thought with deep concern, he looks like he’s about to explode. Worriedly, he moved his hand a little lower, to where he thought that gurgle had come from. Yes, there it was again – a slight rumbling, caught in the crevices between all that heavy pie. He positioned the heel of his hand over it and pressed, inwards and up.

A sharp sound of pain left Elijah’s lips, only to deepen into a rumbling belch, which he muffled into the back of one hand just in time. Once it was out, two more burps followed, then he was slumping back against the bench in utter relief. He gave a deep sigh, groaned again, and mumbled, “Mmghh… thank you.”

“I’ll bet that feels better, doesn’t it?” Glynn rubbed broad, comforting strokes over Elijah’s belly as it gave a few quiet, pacified rumbles. Elijah was still unbelievably round, his stomach swollen out in front of him to the point that his usually-loose tunic was fitting quite snugly. “Are you feeling alright? Everything starting to settle?”

“Mmhmm…” Elijah pressed up into Glynn’s hands a little, wordlessly asking for more pressure over his stuffed stomach. “S’heavy… but good. Mmgh…” Something half-sigh, half-groan slipped from him as Glynn kneaded more deeply over the roundness of his belly. “That feels so good.” His insides echoed the sentiment a moment later with a squeeze of grumbling, the sounds moving under Glynn’s hands in the direction of his touch.

“I’m so glad it feels good.” Glynn felt the spot he was rubbing loosen under his fingers, prompting another breathy groan from Elijah, and he let his hands move a little, searching for the next tense spot. It wasn’t hard to find one – Elijah’s belly was full from top to bottom, so absolutely stuffed that every touch provided relief. “It would’ve been such a shame if your enjoyment of that pie had been marred by a stomachache. Obviously, tasting the delicious food is the best part of a good meal, but….” He hesitated, wondering if he was going to sound a little silly. But the shyness evaporated as quickly as it had come, because he was pressed right up against his friend, who was groaning and breathless with overindulgence, and everything felt so safe and warm that there was simply no room for self-consciousness. “...Sometimes it’s almost as good, just lying back and feeling your belly digest.”

“I agree.” Elijah sighed out the words and squirmed a little again – luxuriously this time, instead of in pain. The mound of his stomach gave a low gurgle with every tiny movement, and he hummed happily when Glynn pressed another warming spell over his rounded sides. “Mmghh… think there’s… something nice about… being so full that it leads you to think about your body in ways you might not typically notice.”

“There’s something grounding about it,” Glynn agreed as he kept up his slow, rhythmic strokes. “Like… a little bit of reassurance that we are still creatures of flesh. No matter what petty conflicts of man the world throws our way, we are still as animal as a wolf or a sabre cat when it comes to a full stomach.”

Elijah was going utterly slack under the rubs Glynn was still smoothing over his belly, occasionally lifting his own hand and stroking over the swell above his navel. At one point he started to shift, then paused at a pointed grumbling from his insides. He made a little incredulous sound, then tried again, and his belly rebelled more harshly, tightening under both their hands with an agitated gurgle that trickled from top to bottom, starting with a whine and ending with a rather fearsome growl. “Nghh… I don’t think I can move...mmghh.”

“Then don’t!” Glynn laughed and tucked one of the cushions on the bench behind him, trying to help prop him up so that he could stay comfortably slumped. “Your stomach has got quite a lot to handle there, let the poor thing rest!” He began rubbing some quick, firm circles over the top of the swell, trying to help it relax again. “Divines, you’re very rumbly when you’re full, aren’t you?”

“Mmhm. Only when I’ve eaten too much, usually.” Elijah sounded amused, even as he sank back into the cushion gratefully and took the pressure off his protesting stomach. “Micah teases me often for it. Mmghh…”

“Does it feel like too much?” Glynn asked with empathetic concern. “The amount in your stomach, I mean? I’m sure I have a potion to aid digestion somewhere, if you need it.”

Elijah let out a breath, and smiled, blinking sleepily. “No, I’m alright. Especially–” He groaned happily when Glynn pressed another circle over the tightest part of his belly. “Mmm. Especially when you’re doing that.” He arched into the rub a little more, his stomach tight under Glynn’s hands and a flush of happiness to his cheeks. “Hmm… maybe it does feel like too much… but oddly, in a good way. The same way a good day’s work might leave you a little sore before sundown.”

“I think I understand what you mean,” Glynn said, even though he couldn’t say he himself had ever felt the same way about aches in his muscles. He gave Elijah’s belly an affectionate little pat. “I’m glad the rubs feel good. I’ll keep going with them, shall I?”

Elijah made a low, pleased sound of assent, which tapered off into a sighing groan as Glynn resumed the steady circles he had been rubbing over the tight swell beneath Elijah’s ribs. His upper belly was still extremely heavy, but the more Glynn rubbed, pressing away cramps and working out strenuous grumbles, the more he began to feel just a little bit of give there. Eventually, a particularly firm stroke caused a wave of gurgling to loosen beneath Glynn’s fingers. Elijah groaned with sharp relief and Glynn’s instincts told him that it was time to move on. He let his focus shift a little lower, rubbing over the firm places around Elijah’s navel. There was less grumbling here, but each circle of his hand prompted happy, breathy sighs, as well as deep hums of appreciation whenever Glynn took a longer sweep over his friend’s bloated sides. Finally, Glynn moved to Elijah’s lower belly, working away all the tension that had built up in the day’s settled indulgences and chuckling to himself at the way Elijah’s groans were growing sleepier.

Eventually, Elijah seemed to drop off into a light doze, and Glynn slowed his hands to rhythmic strokes back and forth over the crest of his friend’s swollen stomach until his breaths became deeper and even. Glynn turned to hunt for the blanket he usually kept folded up at the end of the dining bench, when he heard the door to the shop downstairs open and close, then a pair of boots climbing the steps to the apartment.

Glynn considered getting up and meeting Kai at the door to give him some forewarning of the situation. But in his dozing, Elijah had let his arm drape across Glynn’s lap, and Glynn was worried that moving it would disturb Elijah’s slumber (or even worse, his tummy.) So he stayed put, even when he heard the door open and Kai’s cheerful voice say, “Hello? Anyone home?”

“We’re in here,” Glynn called softly. Moments later, Kai appeared in the doorway, snow-frosted and tired-looking but wearing a warm smile.

“Oh, is he tired from the journey?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper as he spotted Elijah. “In this cold, I bet it was–” He broke off, his eyes widening as he took in the full scene. “Shor’s bones! What did you do to him?”

Glynn raised his hands helplessly. “I took him around town, that’s all! And then we, um, had dinner.”

“Yeah? How much dinner?” Kai came into the room, taking a moment to thoroughly brush the frost from himself before sitting down on Elijah’s other side. He rubbed his hands together to warm them before placing one against the curve of Elijah’s belly, as though to check if it were really that big. “Divines, his stomach is massive.”

Elijah made a soft sound in his sleep at Kai’s touch, and began to stir, blinking groggily a moment later as if it was hard to get his bearings. When his eyes locked onto Kai’s face however, he made another sound, a delighted one, a smile tugging at his lips as he began to struggle to sit up. As soon as his abdominal muscles engaged, there was the sound of his stomach sloshing, followed by a long and laborious gurgle.

“Whoa there,” Kai laughed as he quickly leaned in to give Elijah his hug. “Take it easy, take it easy. I’m really happy to see you too.”

“S’been a while.” Elijah squeezed him warmly and slumped back onto the bench a moment later, his brow knitting faintly just before his heavy belly squeezed with a strained hiccup. “How’ve you been?” His hand cradled over the swell of his middle to steady the newly unsettled gurgles under his palm.

“Not bad. The guardhouse has been keeping me busy.” Kai smoothed his hand down Elijah’s rounded side, and then added with obvious affection, “I’d ask how you’ve been, but I’m not sure you’re in a fit state for a long conversation.” He rubbed over the top of Elijah’s belly, working his fingers into the tense places where ribs and distended stomach met. “What in Oblivion did my boyfriend feed you?”

“I told you, I didn’t do anything,” said Glynn with exaggerated affront. He resumed his rubs as well, focusing on the lower part of the swell, where he thought he could feel heaviness accumulating as Elijah digested. “During our tour of the city, Elijah may have picked up a few choice snacks, that’s all.”

Elijah was beginning to squirm again, somewhere between relief and bliss as both their hands worked circles over his engorged stomach and soothed the grumbly pressure of overburdened digestion. His breathing hitched and he appeared to muffle a sound of pleasure, but as he leaned into the attention, he didn’t try as hard to hide his groans.

“Mmghh… I did.” Elijah huffed plaintively when a press of Kai’s hand eased up another strained burp. “But, I– mmghh –picked up these choice snacks– nnghh –on Glynn’s recommendations.”

Kai shot Glynn an accusatory yet amused look. “Kinda thought that might be the case,” he said dryly. “Seriously, what did you get him?”

“Well, first thing after he arrived this afternoon was a sweet roll. Then there was a salmon skewer at the docks, and an apple fritter and some mead at the Blue Palace. Then we stopped by the Bard’s College for boiled cream treats – oh, and I suppose he had a meat pie while we were there, too.”

“Divines, all that before dinner?”

“That’s not even everything.” Glynn paused to give Elijah’s overburdened stomach an apologetic pat, prompting a little burp and a relieved groan. “He also ate a bowl of Hildur’s stew. And one of those meat-in-bread concoctions that the folks who gather in alleys like to eat, along with another ale. And then a roast pheasant breast and some ale at the Winking Skeever. And then dinner, which was one third of a fish pie.”

Kai’s jaw was hanging open. He turned to scrutinize Elijah, who seemed to be sinking deeper into an overindulged stupor with each circle rubbed into his belly, this time with considerable concern. “You can’t be serious. Nobody could eat all that in one day! Even a guy as big as Elijah only has so much room in his belly.”

“Mmmhh…” Elijah seemed at least vaguely aware he was being discussed on incredulous terms, and he began to open his mouth a couple of times, but obviously couldn’t get enough of a breath to speak with his groans and sighs catching in his chest after every stroke and press of Glynn’s and Kai’s hands. He gave up after a moment and simply arched up again into their tending, pressing his swollen stomach against their palms.

Glynn chuckled weakly as he obligingly kneaded into a particularly tight spot. “Well, I think he’s filled up every bit of room he has. He was fit to burst after squeezing in the last of the pie. I think the rubbing has helped loosen things up a bit since then.”

Elijah agreed with merely a grunt, a sound that they both understood perfectly. Then a gurgling started at the top of his belly and swelled through the bulge of his dinner, leaving him groaning as Glynn and Kai rubbed and massaged over the indulgence his stomach was stuffed with. Under their hands, the sound twisted deep in his middle and tapered off into bubbling behind his navel until finally settling with a whining grumble. Elijah groaned again and tried to stretch, exposing as much of the bloated curve of his belly for rubs as he possibly could. His swollen sides heaved with his short breaths and his slight squirming was tugging through every choice treat he’d crammed in.

Kai seemed to take what Glynn had said about rubs to heart. While Glynn kept things settled, he worked his strong hands into the tensest parts of Elijah’s belly, leaving trails of eased digestion and loosened muscle in his wake. Soon, the strained sounds of Elijah’s stomach had settled to a low, productive rumble. With the most intense feelings of overindulgence relieved, Elijah began to slip back into a doze.

“Maybe we should move him upstairs?” Kai asked in a low murmur as Elijah’s soft groans began to give way to sleepy sighs. “Get him in bed?”

“He’s not going to be able to get up into the loft,” Glynn murmured back. “I mean, look at him. He’s completely helpless.”

As if to illustrate his point, at that moment Elijah roused just a little bit to adjust his position on the bench. He tried to scoot backwards, apparently to get more support for his back, but even this small movement was beyond him – he gave up almost immediately with a little groan, one arm curling towards his heavy belly. Kai acknowledged Glynn’s point with a little tip of his head as he rubbed broad circles to help any disturbed digestion settle, while Glynn grabbed a spare cushion and pressed it behind Elijah’s back.

As the minutes passed, Glynn felt the rise and fall of his belly under his hand grow slower and steadier, until at last Elijah seemed to be completely asleep.

Kai seemed to notice too. He leaned forward to look across their snoozing friend, catching Glynn’s eye. “What now?” he whispered. “Does he just stay here?”

“Well, we certainly can’t move him,” Glynn whispered back. “So I suppose he’ll have to, until his belly goes down a little.” He gave Elijah’s stomach one last gentle pat before carefully extricating himself from the cuddle. “I’ll get a blanket.”

Kai, apparently quite content up against Elijah’s side, snuggled in closer as Glynn draped a blanket over the both of them. “You know,” he mused, “we should push the two beds together when we go upstairs to sleep.”

“And share all three of them?” Glynn asked as he gathered up his and Elijah’s crumb-covered plates. “You’re in a cuddly mood tonight, hmm?”

“Definitely.” Kai’s lips quirked as he glanced fondly from Glynn to his sleeping friend. “Plus, the guest bed is going to be way too small for him.”

“Good point,” said Glynn with a chuckle. “And he’s going to need a good night’s sleep, I imagine. He’s got a lot of digesting to do.”

“I still can’t believe how much you’re saying he ate while the two of you walked around town.” Kai’s eyes flicked down to Elijah’s extremely round belly. “And then he still had pie afterwards!”

“Well, he really enjoyed the pie.” Glynn picked up the stack of dishes. “Speaking of which – I’m going to take these dishes to the kitchen, and then I’m going to bring you a mug of hot tea and your own supper. We saved a third of the pie for you. How much do you want?”

Kai grinned impishly. “You know what? Bring me all of it. I didn’t have time for lunch today, I’m hungry. And besides….” He patted Elijah’s shoulder, gently enough not to wake him. “If this guy’s gonna be sleeping off a heavy meal, I might as well too.”

“Suit yourself,” Glynn chuckled as he headed off to the kitchen. “But you know, even if you finish every last bite of pie, I don’t think you’ll be quite in competition with him.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I would never try to be.”

When Glynn returned to the dining room with a plate of pie in one hand and a mug of tea in the other, it was just in time to catch a briefly-roused Elijah murmuring something in Kai’s ear, planting a kiss on his head, and immediately slipping back into sleep. He’d wound an arm around Kai and was dozing soundly once more as Glynn placed the food in front of his boyfriend and smiled curiously.

“What did he say?”

“Just that he’d been looking forward to seeing me and he hopes I enjoy the pie.” Kai chuckled as he tugged the plate over to himself and dug his fork in. “I do think I’m gonna finish every last bite.” He grinned. “Think it’d be fun to be able to tell him in the morning that I did.”

“Well, I’m sure he’ll be very proud of you, and I’m certainly not going to complain about it either.” Glynn laughed and sank onto the bench next to Kai to get a few of his own cuddles in. As his boyfriend started working his way through his meal, he couldn’t help reaching over and giving Kai’s stomach a little pat. “And I suppose if you need any help, I’ve gotten a lot of practice in tonight.”

Kai just gave him a wry little look before taking another bite.

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