#this is a season where mercedes got to shine so bright

[nagitoandkokichioneshots]

Hello, hope you’re doing well Mod Mikan!

I love your writings and was wondering if you could write Nagito buying his S/O jewelry? A one shot to be specific (〃ω〃)

Tysm and have a great day! 💞

Mod Mikan: Hello my dear! I’d be more than happy to do this oneshot, it seems like such a cute idea! I hope you don’t mind the reader is female in this, since I thought it would be easier to write. And my day has been going great, I hope you’ve been doing well yourself, my love! Remember to stay safe during these times and eat well! Enjoy! XOXO

“Ooooo~ What about these, Marshmallow? What do you think? Pretty, right?” The (H/C) haired girl cheered, as she held up a pair of white gold hoops towards her ear. The white haired male smiled, playing with the silver wallet chain that he dug out from his back pocket. Attached to the end was his brown, leather wallet, filled with the cash and debit card that was practically being abused by his girlfriend. Nagito couldn’t contain the giggle that escaped from his lips, as he closed his eyes and kept the bright beam on his face, as if he found her enthusiasm over the jewels to be amusing

“They’re nice. Should we add them to the bag?” He asked his angel, motioning his free hand to the teal plastic bag that contained a mix of different colored jewels and treasures that both ultimate (Y/T) and ultimate lucky student have picked for her. Earning a nod from the exhilarated female, (Y/N) threw the earrings into the baggie, lifting the straps towards her shoulders, as she made her way towards the other end of the shop

“Come on, Naggie! I think they’re having a sale on those bracelets!” She exclaimed, practically launching herself at the display cases, filled with the glimmering ornaments, a clash of golden gems reflecting the white light that was shining onto them from the display case lighting. Before the luckster could follow his cheerful girlfriend, he felt his skinny arm being pulled along by the free hand of her. She turned to him, still making her way towards the designated area of her choosing

“Better hurry up, or I’ll leave you behind~” She teased, the smirk still on her face. (Y/N) allowed a giggle to escape from her lips, as she practically dragged her boyfriend towards the glossy depictions of the flashy, yet elegant, bangles. However, Nagito wasn’t one to argue with his angel. She was his hope, and he’d do anything for his hope--even if it meant lavishing her with the most precious jewels and bijouterie money can buy

Nagito was rich. That was no secret that he tried to hide. But he wasn’t a braggart either. Having the almost non-existent self esteem that flooded his whole thought process, Nagito never thought he deserved the immense amount of wealth that he was blessed with. He never knew what to do with the cash that was in his possession. Well, that wasn’t until his luck brought him the angel that was sent down to him. The luckster held his hope on a pedestal and thought it was his duty to serve and worship for. He’d follow her to the depths of hell, making sure that she was aware just how amazing and bright she actual was. Just like his praises, Nagito’s gifts and presents towards her was tremendously prestigious. Not a single day went by where he didn’t try his best to surprise her, no matter the time and effort that he extraordinarily fought tooth and nail to put in

While money was never a problem for him, he barely made a dent with all the purchases he emptied onto his love. While Nagito was a man of surprises, he also loved to hear his angel’s opinions, keeping a mental check of what to buy for her in the back of his mind. So days where she dragged him along a colossal shopping spree to her favorite stores wasn’t as bad as most boyfriends would’ve dreaded about--it was a diverting day for the both of them. Something they enjoyed and took great pleasure in 

A squeal snapped Nagito out of his daydream, as his green eyes darted back to his love. The female couldn’t contain an ounce of excitement as she snapped on a silver chain bracelets adorned with glimmering amethyst stones. She twirled her frail wrist, the clanking of the stones being tosses around in the motion filled the store. She lifted her wrist towards eye level, enabling herself a better view of the bangle. She turned towards her boyfriend with the same tranquil beam on her face, taking a few steps in his direction

“We have to get this, Naggie! Isn’t it gorgeous?” She questioned him, the look on his face being enough for the answer she was hoping for

“It certainly is, my angel. Though, nothing here is compared to your own beauty. I mean, you’re practically the embodiment of pure hope,” He commented, allowing a pink blush to dust, once again, upon the female’s face. Taking out his debit card from his wallet, Nagito was about to hand it over to the cashier, who was smirking at the cuteness that radiating from the lovebirds. He chuckled, about to take it, before a gasp left Nagito’s lips, turning back to his girlfriend

“Oh! Is there anything else you need, love? I’m so sorry, it was foolish of trash like me to assume that you were done. After all, we barely made a dent here,” He sheepishly admitted, looking down in self disappointment. This only made (Y/N) frown, cupping his cheek with the hand that temporarily possessed the bracelet that would belong to her in a few minutes. The warmth of her palm spread throughout Nagito’s usual cold skin, as he perked his head up, looking back at her (E/C) jeweled eyes

“No Nagito, don’t say things like that. If anything, I believe this enough shopping for today. You seem to be getting pretty tired of me dragging you around different jewelry stores,” The ultimate (Y/T) let out a raspy chuckle, feeling the after effects of the shopping spree wear down on her as well. Both the white haired and (H/C) ultimates were feeling fatigued from running around different stores, one only benefiting from the trip. As hard as the truth was to believe, this was the tenth store they practically raided for the jewels they owner possessed. The female couldn’t help but feel a huge amount of guilt falling upon her shoulders, as she realized just how much Nagito had to bear throughout this insufferable shopping journey. (Y/N) wasn’t one to hoard so much gifts that was all from the expense of Nagito’s bank account, but when the marshmallow insisted on spoiling the hell out of his angel (which was pretty often) sometimes, she let her weakness for pretty objects get the better of her 

The pale skinned man was just about to say something, but they were cut off by a trail of giggles leaving an unfamiliar voice. They both turned to the cashier, still waiting for the form of payment. However, she wasn’t visibly pissed that they were taking a long time, unlike the previous shop owners they have encountered. She wiped a small tear from the coroner of her eye, before flashing them a huge grin

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just so lovely to see a boyfriend treating his girlfriend right. My husband use to shower me with gifts when we first started dating, and I’d be lying if I said he stopped. I guess my happy memories caught up,” She confessed, making Nagito hand over his card along with an exchange of his own laughs making their way out of his lips

“Ah, I see. I’m so sorry about the wait, ma’am. But if someone like me can speak on behalf of all the boyfriend out there, nothing brings us more joy than spoiling our angel,” He disclosed his feelings before concluding his thoughts by wrapping an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders. He pulled her closer to his skinny frame, permitting her to nuzzle her head against the crook of his neck. He giggled at the feeling of her (H/C) locks tickling his light skinned neck, making the cashier swipe his card with the same smile never leaving her face. She handed his debit card back towards him, responding to his comment

“How sweet. I hope you two lovebirds have a great day,” She winked, giving Nagito the receipt along with his card. Stuffing the piece of paper in his hoodie pocket, Nagito grabbed the shopping bag from his lover’s hand, as they made their way out of the store, heading to their car resting in the mall parking lot. The (H/C) bit her lip, still feeling a wave of guilt flowing through her veins, her blood running cold from a mix of the newly winter seasons emerging in the atmosphere and.....

Her selfishness

Was she so greedy and high-maintenance that she was turning into a gold digger? One of those sluts that hook up with sugar daddies to get free treasures and material items only the ‘common woman’ would only dream to achieve? Has she really let Nagito’s constant praises and desire to spoil angel get to her head, building her ego to the checkpoint where she probed his wallet for the money to buy everything for her, her, and her! 

Am I really that egotistical? 

The Ultimate (Y/T)’s negative thoughts were cut off by the reverberate of the car squeaking, signaling that it was unlocked. The resonance was followed by amber lights flashing throughout the parking lot, the luminescence flickering off of the stack of gold bangles on the female’s left wrist, alongside the silver singe bracelet resting on her right one. However the sound that snapped her out of the self-loathing was her boyfriend’s voice, tenderly asking her to crawl inside the car

Click

As soon as Nagito locked the of the driver’s seat, he pulled the seatbelt close to his body, the clanking of the metal buckle echoed throughout the spacious Mercedes. The cloud haired male snapped his buckle back into place, as the female reached to do the same thing with her own. She reached for her own belt, before a pale hand beat her to it, clicking the buckle into her own guard 

“Allow me, angel. I don’t want you to lift a finger. Especially since you seem to really love those gorgeous rings we got from Blue Nile,” He commented, earning a blush spreading across his lover’s face. As soon as her seat was buckled, Nagito pulled the car out of the parking lot, driving them home. His lover, on the other hand, was frowning at the sight of her fingers being embellished with the silver rings fitting snug. Her other hand traced around the colorful gems that popped from the thin bands of silver, which were adorned by smaller diamonds

Rubies....Sapphires....god, that emerald one is beautiful.....

The female could practically the rush of serotonin that exited her brain, despair taking the place of her happiness in her mind--the same despair Nagito tried extremely hard to prevent her from feeling. Little did it strike him that his ample amount of worshipping and serving her angel of hope was the cause of her sudden decline in her typical, joyous mood that matched his own attitude

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“Well I personally feel like the diamond tennis necklace we got from Ray’s Jewelers was the prettiest one. But the pearl drop earrings were also nice. Then again, anything will look beautiful, so as long as my stunning hope is the one wearing them,” Nagito’s calm voice filled the car, as he pulled the car into the garage, shifting the gear stick from Drive to Park. The keys that were stabbed inside the ignition was pulled out in a swift motion, being shoved into the same hoodie pocket that held the receipt. Nagito usually wasn’t the one to drive, for two reasons

1) He genuinely didn’t like driving

2) His luck would most probably caused an accident  

However, he made a few expectations, especially with dates where he felt like going overboard and pampering his shimmering ray of hope even more than usual. Nagito driving was a rare thing, but it wasn’t impossible to find a day where he was in the driver’s seat. Pushing the thoughtfulness of her boyfriend aside, the female just stayed in her passenger seat, totally silent throughout the ride home and even when they got home

This spontaneous downward spiral in her happiness didn’t go unnotice by Nagito, as the observant male frowned at his hope’s sulked expression. He cocked his brow, his skinny fingers aiming to stroke her cheek. The contact between the warmness of the female’s cheek and Nagito’s cold hand was enough to bring a pair of (E/C) orbs locking with his green, cat-like eyes

“Hey. What’s wrong, angel? Did you not have fun today?” He asked, concern rising in his voice. He abruptly gasped, falsely beating himself up, once again, for his own self-loathing thoughts getting in the way of sorting out the actual problem

“Oh! That’s right. It was foolish of trash like me to state his opinion. I should’ve asked what you thought first. I’m so sorry, my hope,” He sighed, continuing his own self-hating rant before (Y/N) could’ve pointed out the real problem herself

“Jeez, look at me now. Asking an ultimate like yourself for forgiveness. Trash like me doesn’t deser--” It was Nagito’s turn to be cut off my the female just shaking her head, silencing him with hand motions that screamed “Please just stop” along with the words that left her mouth. If they weren’t enough to leave Nagito in shock, then nothing would have stunned the light skinned boy from what he heard next 

“Nagito, just let me speak, please!” She nearly begged of her boyfriend. Literally almost dropping the bags that he was holding for her, he painted an even more worried expression upon his handsome face, as he leaned in close, paying close attention to the words his love carefully chose to spit out. The immense amount of difficulty was visible, as the female shut her eyes tight before racking her brain to form a speech that wasn’t too pitiful sounding of her

“Nagito....I love that you absolutely want to spoil me and buy me so much stuff. I really appreciate it and while I enjoy anything that you get me...I can’t help but feel bad...” She looked down at her feet resting in front of the foot of her car seat before turning back to her boyfriend. She carried on with her statements, still having trouble to express her feelings

“I feel so bad I can’t repay you for all your generosity. I know that money isn’t a problem for you, but I just want to be perfect for you. You’re too good for me, I feel bad and worthless compared to all the kindness you--” Another cut off was silently ordered from the female, as a pair of chapped lips smashed onto her glossed ones. Nagito pulled back, an almost stern face replaced the worried one that he put on just minutes ago 

“My hope, listen to me carefully,” He demanded, a strict tone lacing his voice. The female blinked a few times, shocked from this unusual demeanor, but nodded, never seeing Nagito so austere before. He allowed himself to proceed with his own speech, yearning for her to known just how much he meant to her and that it was him that was undeserving of her 

“My darling....my sweet angel of hope.....you don’t understand. When you come home, you still manage to greet me with a smile and help with the unfinished chores I had yet to do. When you have days off, you still want to indulged in the hobbies I learned to love you. Every time you say ‘let’s go our best’ or ‘I’ll always be here for you’......(Y/N), you don’t get it....” His sober facade was replaced with the collected, charismatic smile that (Y/N) knows and loves so much

Reminding her of that adorable loner back in high school

Taking both her hands, he pressed his cool forehead onto hers, another kiss being stolen from his girlfriend, eliminating the space between the lovers. Nagito only pulled back from the compassionate, delightful kiss, his beam brighter than ever. He cupped her blushing cheek in one hand, the other one holding her decorated hand with the rings and bracelets she thought she had no right to even dream of possessing. She looked intently at her lover, waiting for the final statement that brought his declaration of love full circle

“It is I that should pay you back for everything you did for me....thank you, (Y/N)....for being the shining ray of hope in my dark life....”  

From that day, the couple both silently agreed on one thing that wouldn’t change, even when they joined at each other’s death beds

They were both incredibly lucky to have each other 

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[16reapergrell66]

❄ Let it Snow, Let it Snow ❄

Wyverne has been feeling neglected this holiday season in Vesuvia. Lucio and Julian have been very busy, so she's decided to give them their present early. Will she given treats from her lovers, or will she get nothing but coal?

This was a fun thing to write. Nothing but 🍋, the idea given to me in discord over a picture of a cute bra in a bow. I'll tag @queenofeden, @vesuviannights, @athousandstarstodreamon, and @missantichrist, though tagging people is not needed, I guess haha.

Featuring: piercing play, sweet nicknames, brattiness

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"Mephisto, help me with this bow!" Wyverne had shouted from behind the changing screen. She had bought herself new lingerie earlier while Lucio and Julian were busy with their duties. It was a certain struggle to come back to the shared room, her shopping bag trying to be unnoticed by Lucio's eagle eyes as they passed in the halls.

"Sure," Mephisto said, coming around the screen. He chuckled when he saw her, the thick ribbon in a mess within her hands. He gently took it from her hands, the silk smoothed and cool to the touch. "Are you sure those two are going to love this?" He untangled the ribbon, wrapping it around the back of her, crossing it over the shoulder blades so it came level with her pierced nipples, which were trying to show themselves through the thin material. He tied the bow, making his loops uniformly fluffed, the ends brushing her belly button.

Mephisto had made the bow big, almost comically big, and had been considering doing a double-looped bow but deciding against it. When he had it pulled nice and snug, he adjusted the bow on her hip, in the same matching red silk. It was accompanied by a stark black garter belt, with a ruby gem placed carefully over her sex. She smiled, her full lips painted a deep shade of red.

"Of course! They like buying me lingerie, so it's my turn to buy a set," Wyverne said with confidence. She gave Mephisto her all knowing smirk, and stepped out from the cover of the changing screen.

Mercedes and Melchior were nowhere to be seen, presumably with Count Lucio. Wyverne grabbed one of Lucio's long luscious capes from one of his wardrobes and draped it over herself, taking in the scent of smoke and pomegranates. She could vaguely smell her natural musk, remembering the time they edged her on her birthday, a treat for both herself and the Count.

Wyverne had then gone into a drawer in Lucio's one wardrobe, looking for the piercings they shared. She found one of the gential piercings that Julian had gotten her, a pure silver curve with a raven's skull on one end and a gorgeous sapphire on the other, and took it out. Making sure it was thoroughly clean, she sat on the bed and exchanged it for the one Lucio had given her, unscrewing the small ball and slipping it out, and placing the silver there instead. She cleaned it, the gold shining and the rubies gleaming, and put in the raven's place, closing up the wardrobe. Now, to wait for her boys to come back.

Lucio had softly groaned, lazily stretching before getting up from the chair. It had been a long day, thoughts of Wyverne drifting in and out of his mind throughout boring meetings. He pictured the last time he had her, a whimpering mess just begging for his cock, for Julian's cock. The thoughts were made worse, not only by Mephisto's relentless teasing of vague lingerie descriptions. He left the meeting room, meeting up with Julian in the hall outside the library. The taller man looked disheveled, more than usual, worn and tired from experiments in the dungeons all day with Quaestor Valdemar. Even though Julian preferred to observe, he still became exhausted over the course of the day.

"I can't wait to see our snack cake," Lucio said, looking distastefully out at the snow covered grounds, instinctively curling in on himself. "We've been neglecting her as of late, Jules."

"We have," Julian agreed, almost apologetic. "I wonder if she's sleeping already." His eyes had wandered to another window, framed with frost. "She must be chilled, even with the fireplace going." His mind's eye wandered, picturing her fast asleep in a pile of Lucio's best furs, in the lacy red lingerie set Lucio had bought her for her twenty fourth birthday, looking calm and blissfully unaware. It stirred something within him, and had apparently stirred something within Lucio as well, the shorter man having the same thoughts.

The boys climbed the staircase, giving the dogs an absentminded pet as they passed. They walked down the long corridor, most of the portraits now replaced with ones of the three of them. Some were of Wyverne, her mischievous smirk and bright eyes making Julian's breath catch in his throat, his eye wandering bare skin covered by skimpy lace and rippable fishnet. Lucio had let a soft growl escape his throat, seeing a painting of the three of them, Lucio in a sheer red dressing gown, Julian in a sheer black one, and Wyverne at their feet wearing the gorgeous black silk she had gotten for her most recent birthday. She had been looking over her shoulder, a hand on Lucio's left leg and Julian's right leg, giving the artist her best smoulder, full lips gently pouting. Lucio could feel his pants becoming tighter, and Julian could feel himself becoming hard, both aching for their Magician.

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Wyverne had just finished lighting the last candle on the bedside table when she heard Lucio's boots on cold marble, and Julian's soft curses. She quickly got back on the bed, wrapping herself back up in Lucio's cape. Her legs were tucked underneath her, careful to not give away any of the surprise. The heavy oak door swung open, Lucio stepping inside first. He ran his golden hand through golden hair, stopping a few feet inside the doorway, silver gaze turning molten. She was wearing one of his cloaks, the little minx; how audacious of her. Julian stopped just short of bumping into Lucio, his grey turning stormy.

"Welcome back! How was your day?" Wyverne tried to sound natural, tried to keep her face as neutral as possible as she wrapped up further in Lucio's cloak to try and avoid his gaze. 

"It was...boring," Lucio said, a growl escaping his throat at the small peek of her garter belt. "Exhausting," Julian chimed in, arms crossed over his broad chest, fingers curled beside his lips.

"I feel bad," Wyverne said, a small pout on full lips with a little whine of sympathy. She shifted, on her knees now, cloak still wrapped firmly around her. She sat back on her heels, a cool hand on her knees.

Lucio walked over to her, slowly examining her like one would examine their prey. Julian stayed where he was, pinning her down with storm clouds in his eyes. Wyverne felt her cheeks heat, a splash of color among the freckles on her face. Lucio took off his boots, soft thunks on the carpeted marble, his suit quietly shifting as he climbed in behind her, settling his lips against her neck. His hands found the soft edges of his cloak, slowly peeling it away.

Wyverne made a soft mewl, somewhere deep in her throat, half-heartedly clinging to the cloak, trying to keep it around her shoulders. Julian tsked, having come to the foot of the grand four poster bed. It wasn't hard, working the fur from her fingers, gently slipping it down her shoulders, peeling it away from her body. A soft growl escaped Julian's chest, eyes landing on the pretty silk bow at the center of her chest. Lucio hummed his approval against her skin, hands smoothing down her sides to play with the straps of her panties.

"Who bought these, princess?" Julian had moved onto the bed, after having clumsily taken his boots off. "I surely don't remember buying these." He ran a finger under the bra strap, gently pulling it off her shoulder.

"I….I did," she whispered, hands stopping Lucio from undoing the large bow keeping her chest in place. Lucio tsked against her ear, gently kissing the shell. "I thought we told you we'd buy your pretty lingerie," Lucio murmured against her ear, his voice that soft huskiness that made goosebumps crawl along her skin.

"I wanted to give you a present," she said softly, blushing and averting her gaze from Julian, who was taking his gloves off, a flush extending to the tips of his ears. He also tried to undo the ribbon at her chest, at which point Wyverne curled in on herself.

She worked her legs out from underneath her and Lucio, bringing her knees up to her chest, heels resting against the backs of her thighs. This made her sink a little in Lucio's arms, her head against his chest, smooth curls brushing his thighs, bunching a touch where she had slouched against him. Julian tsked again, gently bringing her legs away from her chest, holding them apart as he sat between them, casually running a finger along the material. She gasped softly, trying an attempt at bucking her hips to follow his finger.

Lucio chuckled, his hands leaving hers to slowly pull the bow apart, gently teasing the silk apart where Mephisto had tied the ends together, and slowly slipped the material down. He left open mouthed kisses along her neck, each one more heated than the last. His hands ran down the length of her body, slowly teasing that bow apart too. Wyverne stifled a whimper, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, her hand burying itself in Lucio's thick gold locks.

"Mmm, someone's been, ah, rather naughty," Julian smirked, gently pulling at the piercing she had switched without permission. "Not only did you buy new lingerie, but you, ah, touched your piercing." He tugged again, a little firmer this time, causing her to cry out, her thighs trying to keep his hand there.

"Can't have that, sugarplum," Lucio murmured against bare skin, fingers lightly trailing back up her abdomen to tease pert nipples, gently tugging at the silver piercings there.

Wyverne shifted a bit, swallowing back the pretty moan Lucio loved so much. He turned her face, letting her hazy green eyes meet molten silver. Lucio kissed her, marvelling at how easy she was to pry apart, how easily he could slip his long tongue inside, how easily she could melt from his heated kisses alone. Julian still teased her, a finger or two lightly brushing against her entrance as he opened the bedside table and grabbed the chain they had for occasions like this.

Julian hooked one end to the chain, placing the silver sapphire ball back onto the piercing. He gave the other ends to Lucio, who mimicked Julian's ministrations, the chain now attached to her nipples. It formed a 'y', the join just above her belly button.

"Let me hear you, sugarplum," Lucio growled, making her sit on his lap, his hardness felt through the thin dress pants, rubbing deliciously against her entrance. She swallowed her small gasp, the chain pulled taut as she sat there, pleasure-pain radiating through her limbs and gathering at the base of her spine.

Lucio chuckled lowly, almost swearing he could hear the soft gasp stuck in her throat. Julian tugged the chain towards him, finally tearing a low moan from her throat. Her hands were on Lucio's knees, her ruby lips pulled apart ever so slightly, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Lucio smirked, a light smack to her ass as he pressed himself against her, kissing along her spine.

"Such a naughty girl, making us work that hard to bring those lovely sounds from you," Julian told her, almost scolding her. He leaned down, tongue tracing circles around her nipple.

She gasped, Lucio grinding himself against her slick entrance, Julian teasing her very sensitive nipples, pulled taut from the chain he had tension on. Wyverne felt Lucio's gauntlet, cool against her warm flesh, reaching down between her legs, teasing her folds. She tried to not moan, earning her another smack to her ass.

"Go on, sugarplum," Lucio whispered, voice hoarse with wanton need. "You know you want it, his cock in all the right places." He reached around her, touching Julian's cock, palming it through his pants, making the taller man moan, precome staining that dark fabric even darker. Julian moaned softly, shuddering as Lucio dragged his claws down his neck, gently thrusting into the older man's flesh hand, calling out in the softest voice for the two of them.

"No, Lucio," she told him, as defiantly as she could, trying to hide the tremor in her voice. Lucio raised his eyebrow, a smirk on the edges of his lips, nuzzling her neck. "Not this time. You-oh Gods-need to work for it." A shudder ran through her, her cunt aching for their cock, her denial only making it worse on her.

Lucio drew his hands away from Julian, making Wyverne lean forward, his hand in the middle of her back. With a practised hand, his pants came undone, teasing himself out of the tight dress pants. He teased her entrance with the head of his cock, making her whimper, the noise caught in her throat. Julian rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, hastily undoing his pants and slowly easing his cock from them.

Lucio wrapped his golden arm around her, golden claws gently encasing her throat, pressing her back along his chest. He let her rest against him, his lips mapping the curve of her neck, leaving little marks. Julian had gotten between her legs, kissing her inner thighs while dragging his finger up her seam, collecting some of her wetness. Julian hummed approval, gently tugging on the chain again.

"So wet for us," he hummed against her, nipping at the sensitive skin. "Mmmm, would you like to have her first?" Julian looked up, over at Lucio, who had a mischievous twinkle to his eye.

"I don't know," Lucio said, a curious lilt to his voice. "Can our little gingerbread handle the both of us?" Wyverne whimpered quietly, a fruitless attempt at shifting her hips, Julian's strong hands keeping her in place.

"F-fuck y-you," Wyverne whispered, gasping quietly when Julian gave her a small kitten lick, his tongue bumping against the piercing. She groaned, her head against Lucio's shoulder, her hands on top of Julian's. He gave her a few more, teasing her, making her tremble on Lucio's lap.

Lucio growled against her skin, lining himself up with her slick entrance, slowly entering her. He cursed under his breath, burying himself to the hilt, his canines catching on her earlobe. Julian's lips trailed up her body, Lucio starting to slowly thrust into her, feeling every inch of her. Julian's lips found her nipples, his tongue playing circles around them. Wyverne cried out, each movement from Lucio gently pulling on her piercings, and the overstimulation brought tears to her eyes.

"Oh? I thought you could handle us," Julian chuckled, deep and low in his chest. "Was that just all talk, hm?" His lips found the other side of her neck, leaving hot kisses along the curve.

Wyverne tried to swallow her moans, turning her head to face Lucio, her nose brushing his. He smirked against her lips, his movements a little harder, a hand slinking down between her legs. She tried to follow his hand, tried to not let him touch her. Julian smirked, tsking against her skin, gently holding her wrist against Lucio, turning her to face him. Lucio kissed the back of her neck, making her shiver and keen.

"Say his name, sugarplum," Julian whispered, his lips so close to hers she could feel every word.

"Lu-!" His name caught in her throat, a high-pitched moan escaping her throat as Lucio brushed against her most sensitive walls. "Lucio!" His name fell along her tongue, her hands pressed back against his broad chest, her sounds music to their ears.

All at once, everything crashed in her senses. She arched against Julian, the tight knot of thread at the base of her spine finally snapping. A soundless cry escaped her throat, her thighs quivering against Lucio's. Lucio's thrusts became more erratic, her walls pulling at him in desperate keens to keep him there. A soft groan escaped him, and he spilled his seed inside her, his cock twitching against her.

Softly, Lucio kissed her skin, glistening with pearls from it all. Slowly, he pulled out of her, while Julian took her in his arms, all warmth and kindness. Julian kissed her temple, Lucio rubbing her shoulders. Wyverne gently clutched Julian's shoulders, her full bottom lip slightly trembling as she came down from her high. Slowly, Lucio came out from behind her, helping Julian lay her down. He laid down beside her, an arm around her waist, tracing circles on her skin.

Wyverne's breathing was shallow, soft and short as she nuzzled the Count. Lucio nuzzled her forehead, lips soft against warm skin. Julian carefully took off the chain, setting it aside, kissing a line up her body. Some were soft and light, others heated and messy. His curls tickled her skin, brushed against sensitive nipples, his attention entirely on her. She lazily turned her head to face him, eyes hooded and flooded with stormy emerald seas. Julian kissed her once, twice, three times as he gently worked her legs apart, settling himself between them.

"Mmmm, are you ready for me?" He was soft, a purr to his voice that commanded no objections. He swiped a finger through the mess weeping from her slit, and brought it to her lips, gently pressing forwards. She obeyed him, suckling on his finger, her tongue swirling around it. 

Julian stroked himself, lining up with her entrance, rubbing his cock against her before slipping inside. Some of Lucio's spend was pushed back inside her, a noise all too familiar to their ears. Slowly, he pulled out, till his head was just inside her, then went all the way in, up to the hilt. She whimpered in frustration, the thread at the base of her spine knotting again.

"Ah, so impatient, gingerbread," Julian tsked, giving her a few more long strokes. "You just want my come, don't you?" Lucio teased one of her nipples, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, while Julian reached between the two of them, rubbing her clit with measured strokes.

She squirmed a little, her hips trying to shift under Julian, her left hand limply on the golden arm, her head at a slight angle. Soft moans and breathy pants escaped her lips, made fuller from her climax with Lucio. Lucio smirked, bringing his lips to her nipple and wrapping them around the little bud, his canines nipping.

"Oh, gingerbread," Julian softly moaned, an erratic thrust breaking his perfect rhythm. "Fuck, you look good enough to eat!" He cursed this under his breath, shifting her hips to get a better angle.

He brushed every part of her, still going at a painstakingly slow pace compared to Lucio. She keened, low and caught in her throat, Lucio's tongue working at her nipples. She cried out, choked and cut-off as Julian gently tugged on her piercing, making her clench the rich red silk underneath them.

"Say my name, gingerbread. I want it ripped from you when you come," he told her, a low growl in his chest. He set a faster pace, grinding his hips into her after every other stroke.

"Ju-Julian!" Wyverne cried out for him, hands up above her, clutching a crushed velvet pillow. Her body arched, her spine a perfect curve as a wave of pleasure threw her through a loop.

Her hair was a curtain of curls splayed behind her, her skin glistening with pearls, her cheeks flushed with wanton need. Julian bit his lip, raking over her body with a lust he hadn't felt in weeks. He hungrily stole a kiss from her lips, slipping his tongue inside. She let go of the pillow, in favor of his curls, her fingers making new knots. Low keens escaped into the kiss, his hips grinding into her clit, making her see stars.

"Julian!!" The knot tightened at the base of her spine, then finally broke. She broke the kiss, his name falling from her lips, her body arching once more. Her walls pulled at him, her thighs quivering against the red silk. Goosebumps broke out, trailing along her skin down to her toes, her grip tightening in Julian's hair. He nipped at her earlobe, her climax too much for him.

A low, hot moan escaped him. He buried himself inside her, his cock spilling his own seed. He twitched against her, his own spend a much bigger load than Lucio. He stayed inside her a few moments, panting against her shoulder. Julian then slowly pulled out, come trying to spill as he did so. Wyverne whimpered, the full feeling lost, come spilling out of her slit.

She wanted to close her legs, to hide how much of a mess she was. Lucio had kept her legs apart, hands on her damp thighs, drinking in the sight. His cock had gotten hard again, and for a moment he considered giving her another round. Lucio decided against that idea, and once she had relaxed into the sheets, he used two fingers to swipe through the mess there. He played with it, rubbing it between his fingers.

"Such a naughty sugarplum, letting it all spill from your cunt," he chuckled, making a show of placing them in his mouth and sucking them clean. He loved the flavor, the tang of his own come, the bitterness of Julian's come, and the sweet smoke that was Wyverne's.

"I really should make you clean it up, candy cane," Lucio said, spreading apart her folds, smirking at just how full she was. "But I've always loved a good cream pie." He smirked, a glint to his eye.

Lucio laid himself down on the sheets, the tip of his nose just brushing her. He started with kisses, light and soft and gentle, his golden hand wrapped around her plush thigh. He playfully nipped at her inner thigh, causing her to giggle, his warm lips soothing the nip. He trailed them closer to her sex, each kiss becoming more heated.

"Watch him, candy cane," Julian murmured into her ear, stroking her hair and kissing her temple. She couldn't take her eyes off the older man even if he wanted to, his molten silver gaze keeping her liquid emerald to himself.

Lucio finally reached her, his long, hot tongue lapping up the come from around her deep pink folds. Her breath was caught in her throat, her hand finding Julian's as her legs desperately tried to close around Lucio, to keep him there. Lucio chuckled against her skin, and kissed her petals, soft and soothing. He gave little kitten licks, skirting just around the sensitive bud, making her groan in frustration.

"The more you complain, candy cane, the more I'm willing to drag this out," Lucio told her, his voice low and soft and husky with desire. He gave her slit one long, slow lick, letting the taste of her mess linger on his tongue.

Wyverne watched him, almost tasting blood as she bit her lip harder. She could hear him make little hums of pleasure, could feel the way his fingers traced a line down her. He gave her entrance another teasing lick, strong hands keeping her from moving her hips. Lucio decided he needed more, and so he slowly inserted his tongue, tasting every inch, the tip of his nose lost among her. He lapped at her walls, groaning against her, the taste of her mixed with them almost too much.

He pulled away, savoring every last drop as he swallowed, licking his lips like the cat who got the cream. She whined in frustration, wanting him back there, wanting him to finish. He chuckled, something almost akin to a growl, and took her clit into his mouth. She gasped, moaning as he suckled, gently shaking his head from side to side, his teeth gently catching. Lucio pulled away with a soft pop, and explored every inch of her walls again, his tongue as deep as it could go. He held her gaze, commanding lust unspoken.

Wyverne moaned, soft and almost silent, her gasp quiet as she gave her last climax, toes curling into the mattress. She keened into Julian's chest, fresh tears streaking her cheeks, the overstimulation welcomed after so long without. Julian kissed her tears away, Lucio pulling away and swiping his tongue along his chin. He got up, allowing Julian to comfort their sweet sugarplum fairy, walking towards his private bath. She could hear the water run, her whole body feeling like jelly at the mere thought of a hot bath after all this.

•☆•

The warmth was a relief on her muscles, the soft scent of roses and pomegranates filling the air, dancing on the steam.  Wyverne had insisted that she could wash herself, but her lovers would not hear it. Lucio had gathered some soap into his hands, massaging it into her skin as he washed her.

"You did wonderful, sugarplum," he told her, voice soft and filled with warmth. "You were so good, despite being a cute brat." He kissed her cheek, letting his hands wander, massaging every inch of her body they could touch.

Julian had been slowly washing her curls, his fingers massaging her scalp, leaving her feeling boneless and soft against him. He gently lowered her head to the warm water, rinsing through the soap he had used, warmed vanilla mixing with the roses and pomegranates.

"You were so lovely, gingerbread," Julian said, kissing her forehead, wet curls tickling her cheek. "We're sorry we neglected you all this time." He placed a kiss on her nose, her cheeks, her chin, her lips, trying to give as many apologies as he could.

"Oh, it was worth it, Julian," she muttered lazily. She arms were on the edge of the tub now, her head resting on the point at which they met. "It was all worth it, just to see the looks on your faces."

Lucio chuckled, his thumbs working themselves into her neck, down inbetween the shoulder blades, smirking at the little groan that left her. She arched into his touch, and he could barely make out a word on her lips, her whisper light and soft and lost in the water.

"What was that, sugarplum? You're gonna have to speak up," he teased, hands moving along her shoulders. She curved her shoulders into his hands, rolling her lip between her teeth.

"Ohhh, that feels so good, Lucio," she told him, her soft skin pliant under his touch. "Gods I've missed this." A little hiss accompanied the last word, his hands finding a little knot of muscle lower down her back.

Wyverne was tempted to go limp, to sink under the water and stay there, all softness and warmth and tenderness. Julian smiled, gently touching her other shoulder, an arm around Lucio as Lucio held her close. They each kissed a cheek, watching a warm smile spread across her face.

Julian was the first to leave, grabbing a soft red towel and drying off. He wrapped it around his waist, and extended a hand for Wyverne, who gratefully took it and climbed out, followed by Lucio. They each grabbed a towel and dried off, Lucio throwing his towel around his neck while Wyverne wrapped it around her body, her russet curls seemingly disappearing into the damp towel.

Each man took a hand, and with the other on the small of her back, led her back into the bedroom. Julian took the towels and spread them by the fire, while Lucio lifted their sugarplum fairy into bed. Julian came back, climbing in beside Wyverne, Lucio laying on his left side, his arm supporting her head as he stroked her side. She didn't take long, her breathing rhythmic and even, her face glowing from it all. Each man smiled, kissing her shoulder, uttering one simple phrase they knew she wouldn't hear.

"Happy Holidays, sugarplum."

[valtteri-77]

Prompt- Valewis & Simi

Okay, a weird one but fun. Lewis and Valtteri are on a Caribbean holiday. They stumble onto a crime scene and accidentally begin helping police team Simi solve the crime. 😂 - as requested by @sloangreytrash

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The sun was shining ever so brightly onto the golden grains of sand of the long Caribbean coast. The gentle waves wrapped the beach in a gentle embrace, fluidly tiptoeing back and for along the shore. In essence, it was perfect, almost too perfect and fairytale like to be true. There were neither the sounds of children screaming to play in the water, of adults wiling away their daily stress. It was quiet, too quiet, but relaxing none the less. Valtteri hummed a simple tune to himself, grey-green orbs reflecting an ocean inside of them as he looked out to the far coast, only a small boat was sailing off in the horizon. To his left, Lewis had his earphones in as he quietly sighed, allowing himself to bask in the warmth of the summer's day. The trip had been Lewis' idea, a trip for him and his Finnish teammate to relax, bond and just recharge after an eventful first half to the season, for you see the pair were formula one drivers for Mercedes. Their biggest rivals were Ferrari, a team compiled of Antonio Giovinazzo and Charles Leclerc. The two youngsters were giving them a run for their money this year, but both Finn and Brit welcomed the challenge with open arms. Still, even the best racers in the world need some 'R & R' every now and again. Valtteri got up off his towel and stood up, glancing towards the right-hand side of the beach, this seemed to catch Lewis' attention in the process. "What are you doing Val?" "I want to go and explore over there." Lewis looked at him in a confused manner, glancing at the rocky cliff-faces in the background. "O...okay? But why would you want to go there, it's just a cliff?" Valtteri glanced over and chuckled slightly. "Who knows, there might be something interesting there." With that, the Finn tore off over towards the cliff. Lewis sighed and stumbled uneasily to his feet and began to chase the other over to the cliff. "Wait for me Valtteri!"

==== Valtteri scampered over towards the cliff, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. "Halt, thief!!" A voice alerted from behind him. The next thing Valtteri knew was that he was slammed harshly into the side of the cliff, knocking all air out of his lungs. "What do you think you are doing?!" A voice called that was most definitely Lewis' "Stay back, we have this criminal under control." "Criminal? but Valtteri hasn't committed any crime!" Another man seemed to walk into the fray, eyes covered by a hat that was way too big for him, he was wearing a detectives coat over his rather small but tall build. "Wait. Valtteri, as in, Valtteri Bottas, the Mercedes driver?" The detective tipped his hat out of his eyes to reveal a stunning set of sapphire globes. Valtteri could only meekly nod in response. "Let the kid go Kimi, I doubt a formula one driver was behind this?" The man pinning down Valtteri- who was apparently called Kimi, sighed and let the younger man go, much to Valtteri's relief. "If you're Valtteri Bottas, I'm assuming you are Lewis Hamilton. Correct?" The detective inquired. "Yeah, well no shit Sherlock." The Brit joked "So you know our names, but who are you and why did you go after Valtteri?" "We apologise for my work college's behaviour, Mr Hamilton." He apologised as Kimi glared deeply at him and elbowed him in the ribs harshly, causing him to cry out. "My name is Kimi Räikkönen, I am part of the police and that idiot over there is Sebastian Vettel," Kimi explained as Sebastian hissed at if as if he were some feral cat. "So, why did you call Valtteri a thief, did something go missing?"   "The only thing missing is Kimi's dignity," This earned him another jab to the ribs as Kimi cleared his throat. "We had a report that a woman had her jewelled necklace stolen in broad daylight and saw him running towards this beach, we saw no one else on the beach and thought It was you," Kimi explained as the two drivers listened closely. Sebastian laughed nervously. "If you cannot tell, we are not exactly from here so we kind of got lost on our way, so the thief probably got away by now." He mused. Valtteri and Lewis glanced at each other for a moment, nodded and smiled "Do you need any help? Valtteri and I would be willing to offer our service." This time the detective and the police officer glanced at each other. "help would be nice," Sebastian admitted "Especially since we have no idea where they could have gone," Kimi added Valtteri and Lewis smiled at the pair. "Just tell us what to do," Lewis smirked

#f1 fanfic #f1 #Formula 1 #my fic #Valewis #Simi #AU #request #lewis hamilton #Valtteri Bottas #kimi räikkönen #Sebastian Vettel

[stillnotoverstillstarcrossed]

Wherever You’re Going, I’m Going that Way

(Also on AO3). 

Benvolio was hopeless. His fingers tapped incessantly on his phone screen, doing the same thing he’d done for the last 20 minutes. Turning it on. Off. On. Off. The glowing white numbers that read the time seemed to be taunting him.

It was already 11 o’clock and she still hadn’t called.

And here he was, pathetically lying upside down on the gross couch Mercutio mooched off some garage sale in South Central. Benvolio had turned down Merc and Romeo’s offer to get a few drinks, and the open slot for teaching a class at the art studio. He even took an earlier afternoon shift at the bar. All so he would be right there when she called.

At first, Benvolio felt rather proud of himself for taking care of business so quickly. Clearing his whole schedule the day before seemed like a very grown-up thing to do. But now he just felt foolish.

Perhaps she meant “I’ll call you” in passing. Maybe he’d over-anticipated the meaning of the call altogether. For one thing, Rosaline didn’t even owe him a call at all. Because they weren’t exclusive. Because he wasn’t her boyfriend. He knew that.

Rosaline had made that very clear after that first night all those weeks ago. The night Rosaline had let him in for some coffee and conversation. At some point their conversation turned dangerously intimate. But Benvolio figured being as worn out as they were, a venting session was bound to happen. She had spoken softer than he’d ever heard her speak. Her skin had glowed in the moonlight that fell through the paned windows. One thing led to another and he woke up wrapped around her, her warm skin heating him to his core.

But before he could even flash her a smile or press a kiss into her shoulder, she told him she didn’t need anything serious. That this wasn’t going anywhere. Just some fun.

Benvolio nodded as casually as he could and agreed. And at the time, he probably thought he wanted that too. But Benvolio knew himself well enough to know that he fell hard and fast. Much too hard and fast to be trusted with this situation. He should’ve stopped this the moment Rosaline warned him.

But he stayed. That was in January, a cold and lonely month. Maybe that’s why this whole thing between them was ever allowed to happen. Convenience. He lived across the hall. He just happened to be nearby when Rosaline needed someone.

He didn’t particularly mind being needed by Rosaline. He didn’t mind at all. There was just a part of him that wished she needed him, Benvolio, not just a warm body.

Benvolio's phone was now laid face down on his chest. Still as bare and as dry as it was 20 minutes ago. Benvolio sighed and lifted himself off the grimy couch. Why waste time waiting up for a girl a whole country away who probably forgot about you when you could get a few hours of desperately needed sleep? he reasoned. That’s not a sad use of my time at all.

Benvolio stretched his arms out, loosening his stiff muscles from his awkward position. He made his way to the bathroom to prepare for bed. After a quick and rather melancholy brushing of his teeth, he tread to his room.

He tossed off his shirt and jeans and threw himself on the bed, hastily getting under the covers. He tried his best to ignore the thoughts of Rosaline, who's figure had laid here just a few days ago before she had left for New York.

“Don’t think that once I leave, you and Mercutio can just watch Scandal without me. I swear our friendship will be over,” she had said, with a scrutinizing look on her face. Benvolio’s white sheets wrapped around her chest and her curls splayed wildly over her face.

“Capulet, I wouldn’t dare. Besides, Olivia Pope is no fun unless your constant criticisms about her wine addiction and so-called ‘white-man problem’ accompany her.”

Rosaline threw her head back and laughed. She shoved Benvolio playfully at his cheeky use of her own term.

“You’re not allowed to say white-man problem, Benvolio, because you, yourself, are a white-man problem.”

“Your words, not mine.” He shrugged before he wrapped his arms back around her. She closed her eyes and muttered something about white boys again under her breath.

Try as he might, the memory still twisted Benvolio’s insides.

Benvolio tried to close his eyes again and push all Rosaline thoughts from his mind. As soon as he found himself finally drifting off, his phone rang.

Benvolio jumped up fast, glad no one was there to see his embarrassingly quick reaction time. He scrambled for his phone, almost knocking over everything else on the nightstand in the process.

The screen’s bright light made him squint, unable to make out the words for a few seconds. Once his eyes focused, he didn’t hesitate to hit the answer button. It was Rosaline.

“Hello?” Benvolio answered breathily.

“Benvolio? Were you sleeping? Why is it so dark?”

Benvolio stuttered out an apology and reached to turn on a bedside lamp.

“Better?” he asked, hoping he sounded more put together now that he'd caught his breath.

“Better.” Rosaline said with a soft smile. Benvolio took in her appearance through the small screen. Her hair was wrapped up in a bun and she was wearing an old t-shirt Benvolio had seen a few times on his bedroom floor. She seemed to be outside somewhere, most likely extremely high up, as there were city lights lined up at her shoulder. She looked wide awake, despite the time there being ahead of L.A.

“Sorry I called so late, we got caught up.”

Benvolio’s cheeks heated up slightly. Her apology only reminded him of his recent dramatic episode on the couch. That was a short but depressing time of his life that he really would like to forget.

“Where are you?” he asked, trying to move the topic along.

“You’ll never guess.” Benvolio nodded nonchalantly. “Yeah, I probably won’t.”

Rosaline rolled her eyes.

“You’re no fun.”

Benvolio shrugged. A fond smile reached his face at the sight of her frowning lips.

“Maybe. But tell me.”

“Well, the hotel we were originally booked at had a little mouse problem. Guess who got transferred to the 4 Season’s Hotel as an apology for the inconvenience? We did!”

In the background, Benvolio heard a “Hell yeah we did!” which could only be Juliet. Another voice could be heard saying “Hi, Benny boy!”. It was followed by a glimpse of Livia’s face popping up behind Rosaline’s shoulder. Isabella also joined in, wiggling her eyebrows and putting up a peace sign when she entered the frame. Benvolio simply smiled and waved back.

Rosaline shooed them away and looked back at him, waiting for his response.

“Congratulations, Capulet, you’re rubbing elbows with the elite now. Better be careful before a rich boy comes and tries to sweep you up.”

“I already have a rich boy, Montague. Don’t act like you’re so far removed from the life of glamor when you literally owned a Mercedes Benz in high school.”

Rosaline beamed challengingly at Benvolio. He inhaled at the mention of being “hers” but quickly recovered.

“I left the life of luxury behind a long time ago. No more Mercedes Benz for me. I’ve been enlightened. I’ll stick to renting the tourist bikes.”

Rosaline scoffed. “Whatever you say, Ben.” The familiar nickname never ceased to make Benvolio’s chest squeeze.

“Now tell me, Rosaline. How’s the trip going?”

Rosaline told him the events of their first 2 days in the city with a bright grin and wide eyes. He knew that Livia, Juliet, and Isabella had taken great pains to convince Rosaline to actually take her head out of her books for spring break. Rosaline needed it. Benvolio was happy to see her so excited for once and not anxious over the next paper or the coming exam.

“But enough about me. Montague, how have you been? Is Mercutio still alive?  Did Romeo cry every 5 minutes over Juliet’s tragic absence?”

“I’m good. I’m assuming Merc is still breathing, but I haven’t seen him or Romeo. They headed out to some club.”

“Aw, did poor Benvolio get left out of the fun?” she teased in an unexpected baby voice. “Now you know what it's like to be the one who stays home while everyone else goes out. How’s it feel?”

Benvolio took in Rosaline’s amused face. Her soft lips were lifted in a smile. Her dark eyes seemed to be beckoning him to a city miles and miles away. He felt a surge of bravery run through his spine.

“Actually, Capulet I turned them down. I wanted to be here when you called.”

Rosaline was visibly taken off guard, as her mouth slightly dropped open and she didn’t respond immediately with some light joke. Benvolio swallowed and anxiously tapped his fingers against his side.

“Well, I’m really glad you picked up, Ben.” Rosaline answered back, her initial shock replaced with an inquiring, but kind, gaze. Benvolio could only stare back, lost in her eyes that even over the grainy connection seemed to shine clear as day. His fingers itched for a pencil and his sketchbook.

“Rosaline, come on, the pool closes in an hour!” screamed Juliet from a distance.

Their moment was promptly ended, and Rosaline sighed.

“I’ve been summoned,” she said in a grave voice as Isabella and Livia’s giggles sounded in the background.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow at a much earlier time. I swear.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Benvolio answered quietly, half-hoping Rosaline hadn’t heard, half-hoping she had.

She apparently had, as she responded, “I sure hope so.”

Rosaline’s eyes met his one last time. “Goodnight, Ben.”

The phone buzzed, ending the call. With a resounding thud, Benvolio dropped his phone onto his chest. His lips slowly lifted in an easy grin. Maybe he wasn’t so hopeless after all.

#just some fluff #rosvolio #rosvolio fic #still star crossed #still star crossed fic #my writing

[ckerouac]

Fic: Operation Secret Santa

Klaine Advent Day 23: Year

Also on AO3

Chapter 23

His middle school gym teacher would be surprised and impressed at the number of elbows thrown and the breaking through of a defensive line as he shoved his way through the crowd at the bar.  If he’d known that all athleticism was was pushing horny drunks out of the way in order to run after a cute guy from work, he would’ve gotten a varsity letter.  Look Dad, I’m a jock!

Kurt emerged onto the sidewalk and immediately wished he had his coat.  The cold December air was biting right through his sweater, but there wasn’t any time to waste.  He had to talk to Blaine, to apologize, to tell him that he was wrong and made too many assumptions.  

He had to make sure it wasn’t too late.

Blaine hadn’t gone far.  Kurt found him on a bench outside the park across the street, keeping warm from his anger and the seventeen layers he had wrapped around him.  At this point Kurt would kill for that scarf again, but that would be the definition of presumptuous.  

“Hey,” Kurt said.  “I… saw you in the back of the bar.”

Blaine turned his head to glance at Kurt.  The irritation was still plain on his face but his cheeks were becoming rosier by the minute due to the cold.  It was hard to look irritated with rosy cheeks and those lush eyelashes.  How had Kurt never noticed his eyelashes before?  “I’m surprised,” Blaine said.  “You seemed preoccupied with a lap full of Sexy Santa.”  

Ugh, Blaine sounded bitter.  “I’m sorry,” Kurt said.  “I shouldn’t have said those things at the office.  It wasn’t fair of me to unload all of my single frustration on you in that moment.  Plus… I realize that I was incredibly off-base.”

“Yeah, what boyfriend?” Blaine asked.  “You know I’m not seeing anyone.”

Kurt wrapped his arms around himself both to ward off the cold and to hide whatever small part of his shame that he could.  “See, here’s the thing… I thought Cooper was your boyfriend.”

“Cooper?” Blaine exclaimed.  “You thought I was dating my brother?”

“I didn’t know he was your brother!” Kurt insisted.  “I just thought he was your incredibly attractive boyfriend on your desk and in my head every time you wanted to spend time with someone special you were smugly alluding to the fact that you were gonna get… romantically intimate with him…”

Blaine’s expression was somewhere halfway between disgust and horror.  “How could you think he was my boyfriend?  We talked about it that night…”

“The night you took me home?”

“Yeah.”

Kurt groaned and covered his mouth with his hand.  God, this was the last thing he wanted to admit.  “So, here’s the thing.  I might… not… remember anything after I had my last drink in the bar.”

Blaine’s eyebrows lifted at that.  “You don’t remember telling me about the magic of Christmas and my sweaters in the line?”

“No.”

“Or asking me to spin around because you wanted to look at my ass?”

“No.”

“Or about how my brother, Cooper, stripped on the side?”

“Is that why you told me you’d give me the number of a pole dancing instructor?”

“And you don’t remember me telling you how much it sucked that every guy I’ve been interested in tells me how unbelievably hot my brother is compared to me?”

Kurt’s expression moved into the signature look of pain mixed with regret he was perfecting this holiday season.  “Oh, balls, did you really tell me that?  And I’m sitting here telling you about wanting to get felt up by Sexy Santa?  I’m sorry Blaine, I didn’t realize.”

“So why didn’t you say anything?” Blaine asked.  “Why didn’t you just say you didn’t remember that night when we were talking later?  I mean, I just thought you’d forgotten about shopping for Rachel’s gift.  I didn’t know I was basically talking into a void.”

“Do you know how embarrassing it is to have to admit that you don’t remember anything about your work crush taking you home, especially when he sounds so happy that you both got to talk?” Kurt insisted.  “I… didn’t want you to think I was a drunk.  Or sloppy.  Or… anything.  I wanted you to think I was great.”

That made Blaine smile.  “Kurt… you’re amazing.  That night just made me realize it, and man it sucks that you don’t remember it.  You told me I was cuter than my brother.”

“Well, you are cuter than your brother,” Kurt said.

“And after that I just wanted to get to know you more.  But we just had to be careful about it at work.”

Ah, yes, work.  Work, where they weren’t allowed to date.  Was it presumptuous to start looking for a new job?  Would that make him pathetic to do that for a man he hadn’t even kissed yet?  Was anyone hiring around the holidays?  “Yeah, I know… I know that we can’t be together because of the policies…”

“But I got moved to management on four.”

Kurt shrugged.  “But I’m not allowed to date management.”

Blaine smiled that bright, beaming smile again.  “Kurt… you can’t date management or other members on your team.  Why do you think I pushed hard to get this transfer?  I was due to be reviewed in a year, but I convinced them to do it now.  We’re on different teams now.  We’re good.”

“We’re good?”

“You really should read the employee handbook more closely,” Blaine laughed.  

They were good.  Everything was in the clear.  He started to laugh, but it came out as his teeth chattering instead.  

“Oh, you must be freezing,” Blaine said.  He unwrapped his scarf and draped his around Kurt’s shoulders.  “Don’t worry about returning this quickly.  Some big hearted Secret Santa got me a spare.

“Let me guess, I told you I was your Secret Santa when I was drunk.”

“But you made me promise not to tell myself your secret.”

“God, I’m an idiot.  I’m also going to lean hard into Dry January,” Kurt declared.  Blaine just laughed, and Kurt was sure that was the best sound he’d heard all season.  “So, different teams.”

“Different teams.”

He reached out to grab Blaine’s hand.  “No boyfriend.”

“No, no boyfriend.”

Blaine’s face was beautiful under the light of the street lamp.  So open, so hopeful.  Why had he ever considered that someone like this would lead him on?  Blaine’s face couldn’t hide a lie if he tried.  Everything he was thinking, right there out in the open.  So if he was reading him right…

Kurt forced himself to stop thinking as he leaned forward, closing the distance between them, and kissed him.  Candy canes and joy, that’s what Blaine tasted like, he decided.  Candy canes and joy and reindeer sweaters and spare scarves and the biting December air.  Blaine’s other hand was up on his cheek and Kurt found himself unsure of what felt better, soft lips or strong hands.  

They didn’t break until Kurt felt something icy on his other cheek.  He pulled back to find fat snowflakes falling and catching in Blaine’s dark hair and impossibly long lashes, making him shine even more in the moonlight.  “How did you figure out that he wasn’t my boyfriend?” Blaine asked as he caught his breath.

“Cooper told me, while he was dancing up on me.”

Blaine laughed again.  “Yeah… that sounds like Cooper.  Nothing he loves better than a good matchmaking.”

Kurt glanced up, watching the snow fall harder around them.  “You know, Mercedes was insistant that there was Christmas magic.  I just didn’t think that magic would be Santa Claus as performed by your stripteasing brother.”

“I guess magic shows up when you least expect it,” Blaine replied.  “Hey, are you doing anything right now?”

“Did you have something different in mind?”

“Kurt Hummel, could I take you out to dinner?” Blaine asked. He stood up from the bench and offered Kurt his arm..  “On a real, honest to god, no ambiguity date.”

Kurt didn’t hesitate to stand up and link his arm in Blaine’s.  “I think that sounds like the best Christmas gift of all.”

#klaine advent 2017 #klaine advent: year #fic: operation secret santa #chasingkerouac writes #klaine #glee #this would've been up yesterday but my internet died #oh technology #this is technically the end #but there will be an epilogue tomorrow