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People on Tik Tok love saying they're 'delulu' for literally everything.
Delusions aren't quirky.
I have an eating disorder and my recovery was massively set back because I was convinced my food was poisoned by my grandmother.
I spent over a year controlling every thought that came into my head because adamant that anything I touched absorbed my thoughts and repeated them to my abuser.
I have lost friends, time, health and progress to delusions.
They're terrifying. They aren't a trend.
This might be my favorite tmnt trope ever- I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! 😭😭😭😭
You can't talk about my brother like that!
(sfw tickling, tce$t and feti$h ppl DNI!!)Raph doesn't like the way Leo talks about himself, so he decides to get him to say something nice about himself. One way or another.
Based on this post by @rice-cake-teen10
Lee: Leo💙
Ler: Raph❤️
“Wow Leo,” Raph said, eyes widening, “You move a lot quicker than before!”
“Not quick enough,” Leo huffed, wiping the sweat away after successfully running through the obstacle course he and Raph had set up.
Raph frowned, but didn't push, and they started running through again.
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“That hit was terrible!”
“I should've moved faster!”
“That sucked!”
“I'm terrible at this!”
“I need to be better!”
“Why do I suck so bad!?”
Raph did not like all the insults Leo made about himself. They were quick, and mumbled, so people didn't question them.
But Raph had enough. He was not about to let anyone insult his little brother! Not even said little brother himself.
No.
He was going to make sure Leo learned not to, put him in a better mood, and get him to talk nicely about himself.
Next time he said something, Raph would attack.
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“Ugh! Why am I so stupid!?” Leo muttered after missing a hit with his sword.
“Hey!” Raph exclaimed, making Leo jump.
“What?” Leo asked, turning to face him.
“Raph doesn't like the way you've been talkin’ about yourself,” Raph said firmly, crossing his arms and looming over Leo.
“Like what?” Leo asked nervously, trying to play dumb.
“You know what Raph’s talking about,” Raph said, eyes narrowing.
“No?” Leo asked, sweating nervously.
“Then I'll help you remember,” Raph said, cracking his knuckles.
He pulled Leo into a tight hug, feeling the slider reluctantly lift his arms to hug around Raph's neck and wrist them on his shoulders. (None of them could wrap their arms around his shoulders all the way)
“Heh, thanks Raph,” Leo chuckled a bit, the hug tightened and Raph shifted his hold a little.
Leo tried to pull back from the hug, but his eyes widened as he realized his hands were trapped.
And then he realized something else. . .there was another set of hands? Had Raph seriously created another set of Ninpō hands to hug him tighter? (An: He did in the show when fighting the shredder! So it's possible :>)
“Uh, Raph?” Leo chuckled nervously, “You can let go now.” He looked up, only for his eyes to widen at the smirk spreading across Raph's face.
“I know,” Raph said with a smirk, “I will when you say something nice about yourself.”
“What?” Leo grimaced, “Why? Dude, seriously, let me go!”
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Leo. Just something nice about yourself,” Raph said.
Leo grimaced, but stayed still, “I guess we're staying in this hug then.”
Raph yanked Leo up suddenly as the Ninpō hands yanked Leo's arms above his head.
Leo gasped, now trapped in Raph's arms with the snapper giving him an evil grin.
“Last chance, Leon.”
“Just lemme go!” Leo glared. He was not saying anything.
“Okay then!”
“RahahaHAHAHAhAhaph!” Leo squealed as Raph started poking at his sides, “NohOHhohoHOT thiHIHIhihIs!”
“Just say something nice! You can't talk about my brother like that and get away with it!” Raph mock-scolded, starting to pinch at Leo's sides.
“NOHOHOHOHO!” Leo squealed, trying to squirm and kick away.
“You just gotta say something~.” Raph cooed as Leo laughed.
“RAHAHAHAHAHAPH!” Leo screamed, face bright red as he squirmed.
“C'mon, Leo!” Raph laughed, skittering his fingers on Leo's ribs, “Something nice.”
“NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!” Leo shrieked, trying to kick Raph away, “RAHAHAHAPHIE PLEHEHEHEASE!”
“Leeeeo, please!” Raph teased, tickling harder and making Leo shriek, “C'mon, something nice!”
“NAHAHA- SNRK-! HAHAHAHAHA!” Leo cackled, throwing his head back and trying to yank his arms free and kicking his legs frantically.
“You're making this so much more difficult than it's gotta be!” Raph huffed, and Leo shrieked as he started tickling his underarms.
“NOHOHOHOHO!” Leo squealed as Raph wiggled his fingers over the sensitive skin mercilessly, “STAHAHAHAP!”
Raph continued mercilessly tickling Leo, before slowly tickling down his side towards his tummy.
“RAHAHAHAPHIE! PLEHEHEHEASE NO! I WILL DIHIHIHE!” Leo begged, eyes glistening with happy tears and cackling as Raph traced around his plastron just above his tummy.
“Got something nice to say about yourself?”
At Leo's silence, Raph skittered his hands over Leo's tummy.
“NAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! SNRT-! RAHAHAHAHAHAPH!” Leo screamed, kicking his legs and squirming.
He tried fighting his way out of Raph's tight hold, only to shriek more and get tickled harder for his efforts.
“Hmmm, I think I want a bit of this sweet tum-tum of yours,” Raph cooed, lifting Leo up and leaning down a bit.
“No-! SNRK-!” Leo giggled, “DON'T- NAHAHAHAHAHHAA!”
Leo screamed, throwing his head back and cackling hysterically as Raph blew raspberries all over his tummy. He stated nibbling lightly, making little ‘om nom’ sounds that had Leo in stitches.
“NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHRE! PLEHEHEHEASE RAHAHAHAHAHAPH!” Leo begged, snorting and squeaking between his giggles as happy tears streamed down his red face.
“One nice thing then,” Raph cooed, lightly pinching Leo's cheek as he nibbled at his plastron, “You look so adorable, Lee!”
“NAHAHAHA-!” Leo squealed, cackling as Raph nibbled at his ribs, “HEHEHEHHELP!”
As expected, no one came to help, and Leo was losing his mind from the silly feeling of raspberries all over his ribs.
Leo suddenly squealed as Raph rested his hand on his thigh, clamping down ever so slightly, “Last chance, Leon~.”
“OHOHOHOKAY! OHOHOKAY! I LIHIHIHIKE MY STRIHIHIHIPES!” Leo cried desperately.
Leo screeched as Raph drummed his fingers on his thigh, “Now tell me something good about you that isn't looks.”
“THAHAHAT WAHAHAHASN’T PAHAART OF THE DEHEHEHEEEAL!” Leo screeched, “RAHAH- AHH HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Just this last thing and you're free!” Raph cooed, “Unless you don't want Raphie to stop with his tickle tickle tickles~?’
“HAHAHAHA! SNRT-! I LIHIHIHIKE HOW FAHAHAHAAST I CAHAHAAN PLAHAHAHAN! NOW LEHEHEHEEMME GOHOHOHO!” Leo screamed, cackling loudly.
Raph did as asked, and Leo immediately wrapped his arms around his middle, giggling nonstop in Raph's arms.
“Well, Leo?”
“Shut it!” Leo giggled, wiping away the tears and trying to run away the phantom tingling.
“You're amazing, Lee,” Raph said earnestly, “And I don't want you ever thinking you aren't. I'll tickle you a thousand times until you admit to it.”
“Oh,” Leo said, a rush of emotion flooding him at that. He leaned his head against Raph's plastron, raising one arm to hug him, “Thanks, Raphie.”
“No problem,” Raph chuckled, “Just remember, you can't talk about my little brother like that!”
As vezes eu tenho medo de como a arte te entende tão bem, como a música consegue pegar tudo que você está sentindo e expressar em 3 minutos ;-; de uma forma tão linda ♡ por isso que eu acho que a música é minha única esperança ♡ O que seria de nós sem arte? De mim, eu realmente não sei.
DAECHWITA: Chapter 3
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“So? Where are we going?” “A college party of sorts.” You couldn’t help that very loud cackle you burst into. Really? A college party for a fucking prince? What part of a beer pong tournament was an ‘adult ceremony’ for fuck’s sake? “For real? No contortionist performances for you?” “I think you’re forgetting you’re talking to a prince.” You briefly eyed him with an expression that screamed ‘So what?’, still in the middle of laughing your ass off. “Whatever man, you’re still the bathroom dude.”
Chapter 3: Heaven's Night
📜11.3K words | Approx. 50-min. read 🚨Please see the series masterlist for general warnings: Themes of demisexualism, virginity loss (m), shenanigans in a car (dryhumping that becomes wet), deepthroating, prostate orgasm, strength kink, creampie, oral sex, unprotected sex. 📻Accompanying soundtrack 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🍮Like my content? Consider supporting my work with a pudding!
Twenty-one years.
Chris had spent the majority of that time outside, pretending to live a life that didn’t belong to him. Abnormalest normal ever with parents that weren’t his, school without a uniform, a life without royal addresses—the complete opposite of what he was supposed to internalize. The more he was blending in, the more he was dragged from his collar back to reality, reminding him who he actually was because he came to the brink of forgetting that many many times. He was allowed to look all he wanted, but no touching.
Human nature. Never satisfied.
When he was outside, all he wanted was to come back inside and be with his mother. When he was inside, he couldn’t wait to go back outside again. He didn’t even have the luxury of choice, but he still wanted to have it all. He ended up having none.
Not much changed after twenty-one years.
“Shall we talk about what you would like to have for your adult ceremony?”
He didn’t have high hopes when his mother summoned him to her chambers, but a boy could dream. It wasn’t his lack of emotional maturity that made him still feel like a boy at times. It was all those times he had to miss soccer because he had hapkido, the times he had to forfeit band practice because he had samulnori, that one time he was denied the chastest luxury allowed to a teenager. He didn’t know how much of a luxury it was back then, of course. Nobody said living a double life was going to be easy, but no one ever said it was going to be this hard.
“Freedom.”
The instant discomfort bled through all over Hyejin’s ceramic features like a blotch of ink.
“Christopher, we talked about this.”
“Yes. Three years ago, mother,” Chris fixed his posture on the ebony chair and sat up straight, “You told me if I wanted normal, I had to prove you wrong. I believe I did more than a decent job.”
“You still need to finish your schooling before we can discuss that.”
Chris couldn’t help the derisive snort that came out of him, “You just always have a condition, don’t you, your highness?”
Hyejin absolutely hated it when he was addressed that way by her own flesh and blood like they were her subjects. It was their usual passive-aggressive way to communicate they were terribly upset about something.
“What if,” she put forth an alternative offer while keeping her composure, “I can give you your senior prom again? Properly this time.”
“If it’s going to involve you stopping the movie at the best part again, I’d like to pass.”
It wasn’t. Hyejin was willing to make so many compromises for that one night. She knew how much Chris hated the formality of the estate, so his adult ceremony was going to be disguised as a normal birthday party, and it was going to take place outside like a normal 21-year-old would have it.
“With all due respect, I don’t see how spending a night with your royal council at a cigar bar would equal to my senior prom.”
Although Chris was shooting death glares at his mother upon being reminded of all the things that he was deprived of over the years, she had a much-softened gaze in her eyes.
“Because the guests will be your friends.”
His jaw dropped all the way to the floor, completely incredulous of what he was hearing.
“Mother, please don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“I am very much serious. As a matter of fact, would you like to have a more age-appropriate party with your peers?”
Boy, did he!
The aforementioned ‘peers’ from his other life were contacted for that night by his shadow parents. Once his initial overexcitement died down, Chris was immediately riddled with worry because he didn’t have much hope that they would remember him. Yet, it turned out that all of his friends were dying to get in touch with Chrissy the drummer boy all this time. His mother just urged him to be mindful, which of course translated into ‘keep your disguise no matter what.’
Well, there was one more thing, of course. The biggest elephant in the room.
His manhood.
Hyejin had to learn how to bow hunt when she was younger, and she still thought this was the most patriarchal ‘tradition’ they had for generations. Celebrating men and their virility to high heavens by treating women like produce to be immediately consumed as if they had a ‘best by’ date slapped on them. Nobody celebrated Hyejin’s sanctity of womanhood when she turned twenty-one.
To be quite honest, the men of this estate weren’t worth a dime if it weren’t for the women carrying it on their backs—leave them without a slippery hole long enough, they would go on a rampage. If Hyejin had said no to giving birth, the entire royal lineage would die out. Then why did men get to be the ones celebrated, and not her?
‘Is there someone in particular you want, Christopher?’
There was. Three years ago. It wasn’t like Chris wanted to pop champagnes just because he was able to ejaculate in someone. It wasn’t like he wanted to ask for someone’s hand in marriage out of the blue and let the whole world make that front-page news. He simply wanted to be free to love and be loved, and crown that with a little kiss. A goddamn kiss. Not even the sultry kind, just a peck. He wanted to know what it felt like when you established skin-to-skin contact with someone inducing tornadoes inside you at the mere sight of them.
Fuck his entire life if he made the same mistake again.
‘No, mother.’
He probably blushed from head to toe that night, as well. That was how Hyejin was able to tell every time her one and only lied to her face.
“Is it the young lady from your prom night?”
“No.”
“Is it one of your current classmates?”
“No.”
“Is it perhaps our guest that’s currently residing with us?”
“Mother, please, drop it!!!”
A little unnecessary rage there, huh?
Hyejin had asked Chris to see her before he left for the night. Not to discuss anything for once, to genuinely see her son off for a stolen night he had very much earned. When he appeared at her door clad in black from head to toe, wrists and neck adorned with the silver jewelry he liked so much, she almost burst into tears as if Chris was about to walk to the altar for his bride. Hyejin locked arms with her boy and accompanied him towards the stairs descending to the main exit.
“Are you excited?”
“Not really.”
“I think you should be,” Hyejin responded with a knowing smile, “I know you said not to arrange anything, but–”
“Mother, I asked for one thing!”
“I promise you’re going to like this,” Hyejin turned Chris’ head to the direction of the gigantic gate, “I took the liberty of asking someone to be your prom date.”
Chris’ clenched jaw immediately loosened upon seeing you seemingly waiting for someone. In the same dress you were wearing months ago, panicking in front of a room full of people. The same person he had one of the best times of his life with on a chilly rooftop getting tipsy on whiskey. The same lips he wanted to kiss so bad if he was maybe a little bit tipsier, but what if you confused his complete enchantment by you with a mere carnal urge? That night, he had talked to himself so much in a span of ten seconds that his internal pep talk had turned into an express therapy session, and he lost his chance with you for good when you decided to leave.
Love required two people to be familiar with each other in his book, otherwise, it would just be plain infatuation. It was not possible to love someone if you didn’t know them: what the other person lived for, what got them excited, what they couldn’t stand, colors, hobbies, food, and all that jazz, and he didn’t even qualify for that simple prerequisite. He wasn’t allowed to share what was residing in the innermost corners of his soul since he had to keep a mask on. What was worse, he was terrified of the answers he could hear from you because what if…
What if they intrigued him more? What if he got hung up on you? When was he even going to see you again? He wasn’t gonna be able to handle that disappointment twice in his life.
It wasn’t love at first sight maybe, but when Chris saw the guest walking into his sword practice one morning, he knew it was something. Call it fate, stars aligning, mercury retrograde, or a happy accident but he just freaking knew.
This could be something.
There were a million things running through his mind at that moment. How did his mother manage to do this? What did she tell you? Were you there of your own volition, or were you forced to do it? The answers to all those questions were of crucial importance.
Yet, he was just so happy at the prospect of spending an evening with you outside of the bounds of a dojo that he couldn’t give a rat’s ass about any of them. Hyejin gently placed her hands on her son’s broad shoulders, admiring what a fine gentleman he grew up to be.
“How do royalty approach women?”
“With respect, mother.”
“Attaboy,” she kissed his forehead, “I do not wish to hear any complaints from your lady. Understood?”
“Yes, mother.”
“You kids enjoy your youth tonight,” then she whispered into his ear like she was telling him a secret, “Happy birthday, Chrissy.”
Chrissy. A name his mother called him only a handful of times in twenty-one years, supposedly belonging to a character she claimed to love very much. Just as Hyejin turned around to leave for her chambers for the night, she was stopped by the one word that tied a Gordian knot in her throat every time she heard it.
“Mom?”
Chris walked up to his mother with quick steps and gave her a tight hug, probably for the first time ever since he was a pre-teen.
“Thank you.”
Hyejin caressed her son’s hair, probably for the first time ever since he was a primary schooler playing agent with his brother in the courtyard, and saw him off before she broke down crying at the top of those stairs.
Chris descended the steps two at a time and once he made it right behind you, he gently touched your shoulder.
“Waiting for your date?”
You turned to the source of the voice that wasn’t in the velvety notes you were expecting. This sounded like sunshine and waves crashing at the shore, which meant it belonged to…
“Bathroom dude?”
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Chris grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on it.
Hold the absolute fuck up… That means…
“You’re– You’re the queen’s son.”
“Yes.”
“You’re the one turning twenty-one.”
“Yes.”
“Are you fucking KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!”
“No,” Chris broke into one of his usual giggle fits, immediately pulling you to the realm of unseriousness. You started laughing with him, half relaxed half hysterical.
Still, the adorable dork turned out to be The Abstaining Prince™?
What in the name of Cinderella’s evil stepmother?!
A sense of relief spread throughout your body after noticing your company for the night was Chris, someone you were already infinitely comfortable with, but it was incredibly short-lived once you remembered your original terms and conditions with her excellency.
‘How to please a woman…’
Well, needless to say, this was about to get awkward as hell.
“Shall we?”
He led the way to the main courtyard where a jet black Lamborghini was waiting. You inhaled the oceany air freshener fragrance while settling down in the passenger’s seat, and you noticed that Chris almost blended in with the completely black upholstery of the vehicle.
“Jesus fuck, you really love black, don’t you?”
“What was your first clue?” Chris asked while fastening his belt, and turned on the ignition accompanied by the loud noise of the engine revving.
This was very unpredictable, to say the least. When her highness said ‘festivities’, you expected something traditional like most things around these grounds.
But apparently not tonight.
“So? Where are we going?”
“A college party of sorts.”
You couldn’t help that very loud cackle you burst into. Really? A college party for a fucking prince? What part of a beer pong tournament was an ‘adult ceremony’ for fuck’s sake?
“For real? No contortionist performances for you?”
“I think you’re forgetting you’re talking to a prince.”
You briefly eyed him with an expression that screamed ‘So what?’, still in the middle of laughing your ass off.
“Whatever man, you’re still the bathroom dude.”
That was the moment Chris decided to join in your hysterical fit of laughter. It was true, though; he could be a prince, he could be the goddamn president for all you cared, but it didn’t feel like that at all to you. He was just Chris. He was your sworn enemy at sword practice and also your partner in crime when it came to dissing people behind their backs. When you came down from your euphoric high, you noticed how he had a somewhat unsettled expression on his face.
“You look nervous.”
“A bit. I’ll be seeing my friends after years.”
“You have friends?!”
Your dramatic response to lighten the mood didn’t have the intended impact you were hoping for. A prince, huh? Trapped in the confines of the palace for who knew how long. You were sure you couldn’t even begin to imagine the things he had been longing for for all those years. Your felt something sizzle in your heart upon realization.
“You'd rather be with a girlfriend right now instead of me, wouldn't you?” your smile broke in half, “I'm really sorry.”
“Hey! Why are you sorry? This is like being with a girlfriend.”
“It is?” you raised your brows in suspicion.
“I mean… you're a girl. You're a friend. It kinda works out.”
Kinda works out? In what universe were the two even remotely related to each other?
“Have you ever had a girlfriend, Chris?” you asked while looking out the window, watching the blurry city lights pass by.
“No.”
“Have you ever fallen in love?”
Chris tsked like you just asked him what the 100-trillionth decimal place of pi was, “Come on, I can't even fall asleep.”
You turned your face to your left and examined his face, and that little detail you noticed made you grin from ear to ear.
“You're lying.”
“How would you even know?”
“Your ears are getting red.”
Chris slowed down at the red lights, and instead of trying to refute you, he channeled all his attention to the unchanging crimson flash filling the front seat. He was hoping the shade at least matched his ears so that it wouldn’t be that visible. You decided not to tease him with it any longer, but there were still so many things you were curious about.
So many personal things.
“Say, if we were in the mortal realm and actually on our way to your birthday party as a couple, what would you call me?”
He took a brief moment to think about it but wasn’t able to come up with anything innovative.
“I don't know. Your name?”
“Stop being so romantic, I’m swooning,” you deadpanned with an infinitely unamused expression, “Come on, man! You gotta have an affectionate name for your girl.”
“You mean like bathroom dude?”
You landed a not-so-tame slap on his right arm like you always did every time he needed to get the fuck with the program.
“Ow! Fine!” Chris immediately waved the white flag, partially due to being behind a steering wheel, “I don't think anything grand is necessary. Baby is affectionate enough, don't you reckon?”
Nothing flashy. Nothing that put someone on a five-story pedestal. Simple. Not an address of admiration but adoration. Just so him.
“You can call me that tonight if you want.”
It wasn’t the fact that the light had turned from yellow to green that made Chris take his eyes off you and slam on the gas pedal. It was the incessant horns blaring from behind the car that made him snap out of the total state of disbelief. He changed gears while clearing his throat and asked in what he thought was a nonchalant demeanor.
“Uh… What do you call your boyfriend?”
“You’re sweet for assuming I have one, but I don’t.”
“Oh, you don’t?” he kept on with his inquiry trying very hard not to smile, “But you did, right? What did you call him?”
Yes, you chastised Chris about the need to have an affectionate name for his girl, but that was only because you never had one. In the years leading up to your early adulthood, the perpetrator of your first deep cut never gave you a designated address. Not even when he touched you in a way nobody else was allowed to.
“He wasn't a very affectionate person, so… His name, actually.”
“Which is?”
“None of your business.”
“Stop being so romantic, I’m about to simp.”
You chuckled while looking at your fingers you were playing with for the past five minutes or so.
The black vehicle had been slithering on the smooth road for quite some time, yet whatever was making him have internal monologues, probably thinking you were unaware of it, was still there. Nobody deserved to have their mind squeezed with barbed wire on their fucking birthday, and certainly not Chris. It was the one day the lights of the city shined for him.
Come to think of it, the lights were shining for him every single day, but was he even aware of that?
“Hey, pull over by that liquor store.”
It was an instinctive move and you weren’t even sure if it was going to work, but anything to distract him. He deserved it. He deserved to be as happy as a fugitive, more so than most people you knew. You ran back to the car and flashed four tiny bottles with a shit-eating grin on your face.
“Remember these?”
He inadvertently laughed when he saw the same finger-size whiskey bottles from that night on the rooftop. Chris didn’t know it then, but you actually kept one of them as a souvenir from one of the most serene experiences of your life. After fifteenish more minutes of driving, Chris finally stopped the car at a public parking lot.
“Are we allowed to be fashionably late?” you asked while unfastening your belt.
“I’d say so. We’re a little early anyway. Why?”
“Then let’s hang out here for a while. Just you and me.”
You gave him two of the little bottles and raised yours for a toast.
“You said this is gonna be a college party of sorts, right? We’re gonna chug these.”
“How would you know what a college party is like?” Chris looked at you with a questioning gaze since, well, your higher education experiences were lightyears apart from what your peers were supposed to be having. You let out a very tired exhale and closed your eyes like you were having war flashbacks.
“Growing up around too many college-age jock wannabes, you hear shit. Don’t ask. Cheers!”
You both downed the drinks back to back with eyes squeezed tight as the amber liquid burned its way from your throat all the way to the pit of your stomach. Much like a black Lamborghini zooming in the streets of a metropolis at full throttle on a beautiful night. Then you just sat there while groaning at the pleasant discomfort evolving into a warm sensation, spreading all the way to the tip of your capillaries and disarming whatever defenses you had up. All you could do was infect each other with laughter like somebody cracked the most hilarious joke in the history of everything. Laughing never suited someone as much as it suited him.
“Tell me what your favorite song is.”
“I uh– I have so many,” Chris leaned back against the headrest, trying to think of one he never got sick of listening to.
“Pick one that you think would make a great bedroom jam and play it.”
He turned on the jet black dashboard and navigated to a folder. Velvety smooth amber melodies in the exact same shade of the whiskey you just downed began to fill in the car momentarily.
“Get You,” you softly chuckled while looking at the sliding white letters, “I love this song.”
It wasn’t like you didn’t find him attractive; the man looked like a Greek god for fuck’s sake, but it was always the fear of the unknown if you crossed a line and risked losing something you cherished. Your first friend of your early adulthood. Someone you would remember fondly even if you never saw him again once you graduated. Someone, no matter how accidentally, happened to have seen you naked already. With no shred of inhibition in sight, you couldn’t help but wonder if he thought about that moment at all because if not, you could give him something else to think about. Heck, weren’t you actually tasked with it?
You’re weak.
Who the fuck even cared?
You touched the loop button at the right bottom corner of the screen and shifted your body to climb on top of him in the driver’s seat before he could process what was going on.
“What– What are you doing?”
“See, Christopher, the thing about human psychology is,” you straddled him as he watched you with eyes that screamed ‘I’m in trouble’, “we associate things. We associate senses with memories.”
You kept playing with the thick silver chain adorning his neck and ran your fingers through his hair. You couldn’t believe how fucking blind you were all this time not to notice this beauty right under your nose. The way he just sat there trying to control his breathing, as well as the direction of his blood circulation, was awakening something dangerous in you.
“You know what’s gonna happen every time you hear this song now?”
Of course he knew, but Chris’ reasoning had already gone out the window the second you made yourself comfortable on his lap. More so when his hard on reached a painfully obvious level in his skin-tight black jeans, currently providing a pleasant sensation between your legs.
“W-what’s gonna happen?”
“You’re gonna remember this moment,” you whispered into his ear and placed a soft kiss on his reddening earlobe, “And you’re gonna get hard.”
You slowly guided his hand between your thighs so that he can feel what he was doing to you. He let out a quiet groan upon noticing the moist trail on your underwear.
“Is this… because of me?”
“Yes, it is, silly.”
“Does that also mean you’re gonna get wet whenever you hear this song?”
“You got me,” you chuckled and looked into his eyes harboring entire galaxies in them, “It’s not fair you’ve been hiding how gorgeous you are from me all this time.”
“I’d say it’s more than fair since you were doing just the same.”
The way he closed his eyes and just relaxed into his seat, relishing the friction provided behind bars... Not even skin to skin. There was just something about how he was melting under you when you were barely touching him that made you feel–
“I uh– I need to tell you something,” Chris snapped his eyes open in panic after a quick calculation of how long he could keep that up. You furrowed your brows in an attempt to break his nervousness.
“Dammit, you’re only into former war hero descendants, aren’t you?”
The car was filled with his bright laughter upon the unexpected joke, turning his eyes into crescent moons instantly. You had never noticed the pair of dimples adorning his charming features before, especially from that up close.
“I really wish it was that,” he sighed as his laughter died down and tried to complete his sentence in a more serious tone, “I’m– I mean I haven’t… I mean, before…”
You knew what his situation was of course, but he wasn’t aware that you knew. You had to navigate this properly because the last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable in any way. What was the one thing that always worked in awkward situations?
A little humor frosting.
“Is this your subtle way of asking me to take care of you?”
“I’d be much obliged.”
You reciprocated his earlier fit of laughter this time, not because it was ridiculous but simply out of extreme endearment.
“Come on, you don’t need to be so royal. It’s me,” you threw your arms around his neck and spoke in a more serious tone, “You can ask anything from ‘your girl’ tonight. I mean it.”
You felt Chris noticeably twitch between your legs. He dragged his hands from your hips up to your waist and looked into your eyes. You realized that his gaze was as smoldering as Hyunjin’s, but it wasn’t the thrill of something dangerous that made Chris so tantalizing; it was how his whole entire soul was on fire and he was exerting zero effort to hide it. Naturally, it was rapidly spreading all over your body with every word he uttered.
You had never noticed how this man possessed passion in lieu of a DNA chain before. In everything he does. The way he carried his sword. His dignity. His whole damn self.
“What if I wanna fuck you to so many songs?”
Nothing complicated. Straightforward. Pedestrian even. Who the fuck cared, it still made you clench so hard when he said it with that much intention and need.
“Then make a playlist so we can fuck until both of us are spent.”
“Careful, baby. I don’t tire that easily.”
Baby. He finally mustered enough courage to say it with his whole chest even though it was make-believe, even if it was only for one night, but damn did that feel so good, starting an immediate chain reaction from the pit of your stomach up to your cheeks.
“Neither do I, handsome,” you fixated your gaze on his lips, “I guess, we’re gonna fuck each other all night then.”
“I guess so.”
His natural scent had hints of sandalwood in it. You knew that for a fact courtesy of all those sweaty practice sessions where you kept going at each other’s throats in close contact. At that moment, however, it was as delightfully intense as it could get, inviting you to get lost in him. His warmth was emitting from his body like scorching heat waves, yelling at you how much his entire existence was already aflame. You kept ghosting your lips on his neck, his ears, his lips, only allowing the warmth of your breath to touch him. Nothing more.
“Your heart’s beating so fast.”
“Even the thought of your lips against mine drives me fucking insane,” Chris protested with his eyes closed, “Don’t torture me like that anymore.”
Some people told the tales of fireworks going off in the distance the moment two pairs of lips touched each other. Nothing was supposed to compare to that. It was supposed to make you want to die the way it was so overwhelming. Only a few lucky mortals walking this earth were granted this privilege, either because you saved countries in your previous lives, or because you had endured lifetimes of denial.
It was true.
You felt your whole body shocked to the core when you took Chris’ lips into yours. His fingertips sank into your back instinctively like he could pull you even closer to him if he tried. Unbeknowst to yourself, you were trying to do the same with your hands at the back of his head, thumbs brushing against his flushed cheeks.
Chris wanted to die. He wanted to die at that very moment so that this would be the last thing he experienced on this earth. You sheltering him under your frame, your scent enveloping his entire being, and your lips killing him and bringing him back to life every time you moved them against his.
You had no idea how long you kissed each other. Could be fifteen seconds, could be an entire hour. It felt like time didn’t exist anymore.
“Wow, you’re a natural at this,” you uttered through your smile. He smiled back.
“I don’t think lust is something that needs practice.”
“So you want me.”
“Don’t you?”
What a ridiculously redundant question. The one person holding the cards that would complete your royal flush was asking if you wanted him. You couldn’t even find it in you to hit him with a snarky reply.
“I do,” you pecked his lips again, “I really do.”
Neither of you could control it anymore. The slow, exploratory glides of lips devolved into wet, passionate demands for oxygen. The urge to pass through each other’s skin, the urgency to feel connected, and the absolute need to make the other feel good took over that confined space, causing both of you to fail the test of self-control miserably. Your hands found their way to Chris’ belt to finally free him at long last, but he managed to hold onto the last drop of his prudence like his life depended on it.
“Wait, I– I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s okay. I’m on contraceptives,” you slid your underwear to the side and guided his leaking length against your sodden entrance, “This is gonna feel really wet in about a second. Brace for impact, yeah?”
You sank onto him with a salacious squelch, immediately pushing Chris towards the descent of insanity.
“Oh, GOD!!!”
Nothing intricate. No props. You were just riding this magnificent beast under you, and by god, nothing felt this intense. And not too long ago, you even let someone make you cum to tears.
“How does it feel? Tell me.”
“Too good,” Chris kept panting under you, “This is so not gonna end well.”
You kept grinding on him with the sole purpose of making him feel good, but the more he was perishing under you, causing him to fuck into you with more fervor, the better you were feeling.
“You can let go anytime. I got you, baby.”
A throaty moan ripped from Chris’ mouth at that address as if you just told him the most obscene thing you could possibly come up with. His breathing got way more labored.
“You– Just– God!”
“Look at me. You know what the best part about this is?”
“Wh– What is it?”
You held his face between your hands and pressed your forehead against his while whispering the coup de grâce.
“I have to walk around trying to hold your cum inside me the whole night.”
“OH, FUCKING–!”
You crashed your lips against his to muffle what would otherwise come out as screams of pleasure alerting the whole damn neighborhood. He tasted like fire. Like passion. Like dignity. Even when he was unloading himself into you, the feeling was far from raunchy. You could feel your heart growing inside of you.
This was getting way more confusing than you bargained for.
When Chris finally came down from his high, however, all that ensued was yet another reciprocal giggling fit, clearing the fog of self-questioning instantly.
“God, I'm so lightheaded.”
“This is how we do it muggle-style,” you pecked his lips again, “Still nervous?”
“Can I get one more kiss if I said I was?”
“You can get one even if you said you weren’t. Just ask.”
He buried himself into your lips one more time, and you proceeded to fix each other up to disguise the fucked-out look as much as possible. When you got off the car, the cool night air worked wonders for both of you to gather your wits as much as you could, albeit failing to erase the tipsiness that was still traveling in your bloodstreams.
When you walked into the elevator that was going to take you to a rooftop bar, Chris had a somewhat restless look on his face.
“Um… I think I need to warn you about something.”
“What is it?”
“My friends were a bit loud when I last saw them and I think they still are. And uh–”
“And?” you gave him an encouraging nod to keep going. Right when the doors of the elevator were opening to welcome you into the venue, Chris almost rapped the sentence like he was trying to say a tongue twister three times fast.
“And they think you’re my girlfriend. HEY!”
“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN, MAN?!”
A crowd of people instantly gathered around Chris like they were welcoming back a war hero. Hugs, hair ruffles, pats on the back, handshakes… You felt a smile creep at the corners of your mouth.
“Overseas. I really don’t wanna talk about it.”
You quickly scanned the place to see who was present, and lucky for you Hyunjin was nowhere to be found. That would have quadrupled the awkwardness considering… you know.
“I don’t think we have met,” the guy who just finished putting Chris in a headlock turned his attention to you, “So you’re the infamous girlfriend he kept hidden from us all this time.”
“Ha. Haha. Hahaha yeah, all this time. Why would you do that, baby?!” you punched Chris’ arm.
“You’re a musician, as well?”
“As well?” you shot Chris a completely shocked look, “I uh- No, actually.”
“What do you do?”
Well, shit.
You hadn’t been through a scenario at all, considering Chris only saw it fit to inform you of the scheme of the night at the literal last second, which meant it was time to wing it for his sake and raise no suspicions.
And technically you didn’t need to lie for this.
“I’m a martial artist.”
“WHAT?!”
You remembered this scene from years ago. Apparently, no matter how many years passed by, the collective fascination over witnessing a female martial artist was still there.
“Alright, let the girl breathe for fuck’s sake! A round of drinks for everybody!”
This felt like what you assumed a ‘normal’ college party would be like if you were to make a different decision all those months ago. And apparently, if you had a boyfriend on top of that. Making friends, laughter all around, listening to hilarious stories, and no matter how much you thought about it ironically at first, a legitimate game of beer pong.
At the back of your head, something didn’t make sense to you, though. You didn’t understand why her excellency ordered that Chris was not to touch anybody else that night. Did she know her own son at all? The whole night he treated you with so much respect and affection that at one point even you were convinced you were legitimately a couple.
“Bro, check out who just walked in.”
Chris turned his head towards the elevator while still laughing his ass off at some joke. When he noticed who that was, his laughter stopped like somebody cut it down with a katana.
“Liz…”
It was quite possibly the prettiest girl you had ever witnessed in your life making her way towards the beer pong table, and for some reason, you felt something uneasy bubbling inside you.
“The rumor has it the drummer boy is back in town. I had to see for myself if it was true,” she smiled at him beaming with affection to the brim, “And maybe finally get my kiss from years ago.”
If Hyunjin walked into the room right at that moment, it would have still been less awkward. You were incredibly uncomfortable with what you were witnessing for a lot of different reasons.
Chris and this person clearly shared some history from wherever the fuck they were able to meet each other. If you encouraged Chris to go talk to this person, your girlfriend cover was going to be blown, not to mention it was a direct disobedience to your ‘orders’. If you threw a hissy fit, you might have been preventing him from something he had waited for all this time. If you didn’t do anything, on the other hand…
You were maybe a bit too tipsy to be able to calculate the consequences of that, but you did it nevertheless. You took advantage of everyone’s undivided attention being on this Liz person and sneaked out to the balcony behind you. You didn’t know why; call it an urgent need to get some fresh air to avoid confrontation, but one thing you were sure of was that you weren’t going to be able to handle witnessing whatever was about to unfold between Chris and her, for better or worse.
Why though? Why did it squeeze something in your ribcage so hard?
“Baby?”
You jumped in your place, both because of the sudden voice as well as the word the voice uttered. Chris slid the glass door close behind him and walked towards you. You were way too lost in thought to stitch coherent words together.
“You uh– Why you– Your guest– Kiss from… Years ago…”
All he did was smile as you kept rambling. Maybe it was because of that very smile you felt a piece of your reasoning snap back into your mind.
“You said you never had a girlfriend.”
“I didn’t.”
“Then what did that–?”
“But I did fall in love once.”
True. Just a couple of hours ago you caught him lying about that very fact. While you found that somewhat endearing when you were in the car, at that moment out on the balcony you couldn’t stand that very normal piece of information. Even though you were aware of who he was, who you were, what this whole night entailed, for the briefest moment it felt like Chris was going to slip out of your hands for good.
For the love of god, WHY though?
“But today I learned that people also fall out of love,” he leaned against the rails, “I just didn’t know it would take attending a fake birthday party with my girl to realize that.”
It shouldn’t have made you smile like that, but it did. It felt so freaking embarrassing that you couldn’t even look him in the eye.
“Look at me.”
Chris held your chin to make you face him and you heard metaphorical glass shattering in the distance just as your lips were about to touch.
“CHRIS, IT’S CA– Oh, my bad, sorry for interrupting,” the hyper dude barged into the balcony, “We asked Liz to leave. It’s cake time, bro.”
“Come,” he grabbed your hand and dragged you back inside where you were welcomed back with deafeningly loud cheers and an off-key rendition of the birthday song.
“Make a wish!”
Chris closed his eyes and took no less than ten seconds to make what seemed like a long string of wishes. If one failed, at least the other had to come true, right? He blew out the candles with all his might and a roaring applause followed suit.
“What did you wish for?” you promptly asked him.
“It won’t come true if I say it out loud.”
“Come on, tell me!”
He flashed those dimples of his again and blurted out with no shame, with complete disregard for the fact that there were fucking people present.
“I wanna kiss you again.”
“You– What?”
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
Chris pulled you to himself from your waist with one swift movement and kissed you in front of all his loved ones. You just didn’t know what a huge declaration that was to him then.
When the infinitely fun night with Chris and his friends came to an end – minus that one disconcerting encounter – you were driven back to the grounds by his designated chauffeur. You did a critique of the entire night in the back seat among all the laughter fits as well as the reruns of the jokes and the white lies both of you had to tell. Well, maybe more grayscale than white, though. When the car finally stopped in that all-familiar courtyard, you both got off and Chris walked you to the alleyish path that led to your building.
“I had a great time tonight. Thank you so much for accompanying me.”
“My pleasure.”
He wasn’t leaving. Both of you were just standing there awkwardly, and it looked like Chris was trying to find the right words to say something. It was at that moment you realized that every time he turned into this endearing dork, your heart almost combusted. You decided to make it easier for him.
“This is where you invite me in.”
“Invite you?”
“Yes,” you took a step closer to him and started playing with his chain again, “It’s customary for the birthday boy to invite their companion for a nightcap at the end of the night.”
“It is?”
Oh, god. STOP being this cute!!!
You leaned into his ear and whispered, “Or whatever’s a better excuse for you to let me see you in your birthday suit. Do you have a collection I can see?”
It was dark. The only thing illuminating the grounds was the dim garden lights erected every few meters on the sides of the fire brick path slithering like a red dragon on the lush grass. Yet, it was still visible how fucking hard Chris was blushing, matching the exact tone of the bricks. He cleared his throat.
“Um… Would you like to come in fo–?”
“Yes.”
He averted his eyes and flashed those dimples of his again. You were practically a puddle on the grass by then. He extended his hand to you as a clear indicator that he wanted to hold it and began walking you back to his room. Your heart was beating so fast for some reason that you were concerned he was gonna be able to feel it through your hand.
So, this is what a prince’s chambers look like.
It was bigger than the entire square meters of the dojo and your house combined. The high ceilings of the place made it so easy to breathe, but made you feel so tiny at the same time. A leather seating group at one corner, his four-poster bed towards the back of the room, gigantic windows draped by intricately ornate curtains, and a huge library behind his desk that also neighbored a little bar. Needless to say, the choice of furniture most certainly did not belong to Chris.
“No fucking way, I have this same book!”
Your eyes darted to that little poetry book sitting on his coffee table in front of the leather couch. You immediately walked towards it to go through the pages. Chris came back after preparing the nightcap he promised and settled down next to you.
“So, you’re a musician,” you emphasized, “How come I’m not aware of this, baby? You shouldn’t keep things from me.”
“Well, it never came up,” he handed you your glass.
“What did you play?”
“Drums.”
“Right, the drummer boy,” you almost rolled your eyes upon remembering the owner of those words, “Still very hot, though. I’d love to watch you play sometime.”
Chris let out a soft chuckle indicative of his usual shyness while fixating his eyes on the coffee table. If he could magically manifest something on it right that very second, that would be great because anything to change the topic of conversation. You took the matters into your own hands and placed the glass on the target of his gaze, scooting closer to him in the meantime.
“So? Wanna make a playlist together?”
“I already have one,” he responded leisurely.
“You do?” you furrowed your brows and attempted a joke to relax him a little bit, “What is it called, ‘Sword shanties for thots’?”
Chris looked at you with an amount of confidence that he was exuding for the first time that night.
“It’s the soundtrack to rocking your world.”
Your lips parted at the unexpected personality change. Chris only looked like that when you were engaging in sword pattern demonstrations. A tiny voice at the back of your head was whispering to you that the next time you stood against each other with swords drawn, there was no way you weren’t gonna get wet.
The amount of sexiness radiating off of him was just way too much to resist. You threw yourself on those luscious lips again, way needier than the first one you shared in his car earlier that night. This wasn’t kissing; it was a full-blown makeout session where you were simply devouring each other.
“Is there anything you happen to like?” you asked him trying to catch your breath in between kisses, “Or are you legitimately uncharted territory?”
“Yeah, you don’t wanna know the amount of porn I consume.”
“Is that so?”
“Hey, this is years of pent-up tension, okay?”
The familiar coziness of the laughter again. Apparently, it wasn’t going to go away any time soon.
“We can release it all,” you pecked his lips while inhaling his scent, “So, what do you enjoy watching? Tell me.”
Chris was clearly hesitating to reveal that information to you for whatever reason. Not that you were coming down bad or anything, but even this was incredibly endearing to you.
“Don’t be shy. Trust your instincts,” you dragged your fingers on his perfectly sculpted torso hidden behind his black shirt, “They are trying to tell you something.”
He took a couple of more seconds to muster his courage and finally let it rip.
“Genuine question. Are prostate orgasms real? I mean, have you ever… Before…”
God, no one should be allowed to be this cute. No one.
“Yes, they are, but do you know how it happens?”
“I mean if porn is any indication…”
You chortled and got up to your feet to invite him to get lost between his own sheets.
“Come.”
You kept kissing him all the way to his gigantic bed while unbuttoning his shirt and laid him down to strip him.
“Tell me everything you like. Nothing is weird, and I mean nothing.”
“Y-yeah?”
“Mhm,” you hovered over his body while straddling him, “I gotta please my man right tonight.”
You felt him twitch hard between your legs and it was obvious Chris started to slowly lose his mind.
“Touch me, baby. Keep talking to me.”
Baby. You felt the butterflies dancing in the pit of your stomach again. When you rid him of his shirt, however…
“Oh FUCK MY LIFE, since WHEN???”
Chris had a massive sleeve tattoo on his left arm that he managed to keep hidden all this time. Beautiful tribal patterns, intricate details, fine lettering… Just, so… Him.
As if he needed to get any fucking hotter, jesus fucking christ.
“Didn’t know you had a thing for tattoos,” he smirked while reaching for your waist.
“I don’t,” you responded empathically, “Turns out I have a thing for tattoos on you.”
He sat up straight at one go to get rid of the layers hiding you from him in such a rush like he had enough of not being able to see you bare. You stripped each other naked and you pushed him back to lie down. What a glorious sight that was to take in.
“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous, baby. Look at you.”
That wasn’t an attempt to stroke his ego for a confidence boost or anything. Even under the dim lights of his room, Chris legitimately looked magnificent.
You started kissing him from his neck to his chest down to his crotch, listening to the sounds of pleasure coming from deep down his throat. He would never say it himself, but it was painfully obvious where you needed to pay attention on him.
“Tell me,” you placed open mouth kisses on the freckle right under his navel, “I’ll make it feel so good.”
“God, blow me. Please. I wan– Fuck!”
Nobody had reacted to you like this before. Even the tiniest ministrations you provided him seemed to make Chris go insane, making you want to pay much more attention to every inch of his skin. At that moment, you were just exploring his corners, exploring his taste with glides of your tongue on his cock, but your stimulations were still far from raunchy. The way you wrapped your lips around him and stroked his length languidly felt like an act of love. It was just the desire to make him feel good, wanting him to cherish this moment and remember it for the rest of his life as a fond memory. You entangled your fingers within his as you kept making him soar, but Chris didn’t wanna fly off without you. He couldn’t talk; all that left his lips were just moans of intense pleasure, but you still knew.
Fuck teaching him how to please. What the hell did that mean anyway? It wasn’t like you were the national spokesperson for female sexuality. To each their own. Letting him explore how he could be pleased was much much much better. You fucking loved seeing him aroused out of his mind.
“Feels good?”
“So fucking much...”
“Can I make you cum from your prostate?”
Chris looked at you with somewhat incredulous eyes.
“You– You would?”
“I’d love to.”
He gulped thickly, not being able to help twitching in your palm again, and quietly responded.
“Yes.”
You took your time with him so that he felt comfortable with every step of the way. Your ministrations were as gentle as possible, just getting him wet all over from his balls to his perineum down to his entrance while keeping a steady rhythm stroking him. When you felt that you were able to get him slippery enough, you slowly inserted a digit into him, carefully examining his reactions all the while.
“Comfortable, baby?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll keep working you until you cum for me,” you placed a kiss on his left thigh, “Let go any time you feel like it.”
Who knew the one trick you had up your sleeve could come in handy like this?
You keep sucking on the sensitive skin right under his balls with one finger stimulating him inside and the other hand stroking him with a firmer grip this time. You were able to witness the buildup of his orgasm right before your eyes from the way he started moaning louder. And louder. And louder. And…
“Baby fuck, I’m so close. Wanna… Wanna cum… your mouth….”
You channeled your attention to his cock and took him deep down your throat, resolute to give him the most explosive orgasm of his goddamn life.
“God, suck me harder. HARDER!!!”
Chris felt his soul getting harshly ripped from his body as he shot strings after strings of his seed in the warmth of your mouth. Nothing could ever come close to this feeling. You let him ride the waves of his euphoria for however long he wanted, just waiting for him to come back to you on the shore.
When he snapped his eyes open, he couldn’t believe you were still there. He slithered his hand behind your nape and pulled you in for a kiss, and guided you to lay down for him so that he could explore you for a change.
“I love touching you,” he whispered against your neck, “I love kissing your skin.”
His breathing descended on your torso down to your breasts, eventually closing his lips on one of your nipples while massaging the other. You kept caressing his hair all the while, and he felt goosebumps breaking on his body the moment you began quietly moaning for him.
“You like that?”
“I’m about to call bullshit on your celibate shenanigans.”
It tickled you everywhere when he chuckled against your skin. When he started making his way further down, you briefly panicked and sat up straight because you knew for a fact that not everybody was into th–
“Oh, no, no, no, you don’t have to.”
“But I want to,” Chris held your hand to stop you from stopping him, “I want to experience you.”
You stayed there propped up on your elbows, just watching him pepper kisses on your crotch. What was more dreadful than the idea of Chris not liking it was that what if you liked it way more than you should have and then it turned into an instant addiction?
“Why don’t you sit back?” Chris guided you back to his headboard to lean your back against and positioned himself again, “Now show me where you like it.”
For some reason, you were feeling so vulnerable against him as if you hadn’t seen each other naked all this time. You tried to suppress whatever voices were talking in your head and spread your labia to expose your clit to him.
“There.”
He closed his lips around it with zero hesitation and started gently sucking on it.
“Oh, god, Chris!”
That was all it took. One indication from you that he was doing it right and he went off. It felt so fucking good between your legs spread wide for him that whatever reservations you had dissipated into thin air.
“Lick it for me, baby.”
“Are you even aware of how good you taste?” he kissed your clit one last time before starting to lap at it at full force. You were sure you were going crazier one lick at a time.
“Yes. Oh, fuck, YES!” you instinctively tugged at his hair with both hands, “More. Finger me.”
“Are g spots also real?” he flashed a smirk while coating his middle finger with his saliva, “But more importantly, do you know where yours is?”
“Hook your finger upwards,” you instructed him with an already fucked-out voice, “now pretend you’re gesturing me to come closer.”
Chris sneaked his finger inside you with his palm facing upwards and did just as he was told like the model student he was.
“Like that?”
“Yes! Right there!!”
Rather than fucking you with his fingers, he started fervently rubbing that spot inside you. Your moans getting louder was everything he needed to know about his performance.
“I think you're gonna like this better.”
Then he started making out with your clit just like he made out with you on his couch not too long ago. Sloppy wet kisses. His tongue swirling around you. Too much passion initiating nothing but arson on your soul.
“My fucking god, you're sucking my soul out of me!”
You couldn’t fucking believe you had this perfection of a man between your legs chasing after your orgasm like that was his entire purpose in life. Once he started moaning against your pussy you were fucking gone, just dissolving under him with violent contractions. Chris had a very content smile on his face by the time you returned to earth.
“I take it I passed,” he wiped your arousal off his chin.
“Fucking natural. Kiss me.”
You loved the way he pulled you in his embrace, wrapping you around himself and drowning you in kisses. Who the fuck needed blankets when you had the warmth of a pair of bodies burning alive for each other?
“Wanna go again?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Chris wrapped one arm around your waist and quickly turned you around on your back to trap your body under his frame. Although that wasn’t his intention, the way he was able to toss you around at his will was a little…
Arousing.
“Damn, are you lifting more these days?”
The contentment on Chris’ face was just way too obvious.
“You like it when I do that?”
“I think I do.”
“New kink unlocked,” he bit his lips while taking in the sight of you, “Fuck, you look so good under me.”
You wrapped your legs around him, ready to let him sink into you, “How long do you think you can last?”
Chris held your wrists in a firm grip over your head, “Don’t test my stamina. You know I practice hapkido.”
“Bitch, I invented hapkido,” you placed a tiny kiss on his nose, “That perfect thing you got behind you? It’s mine tonight.”
Once he aligned himself with your entrance, you sank your heels on his hips to push him inside you. When he finally bottomed out, it elicited a husky moan out of him.
“Oh, FUCK ME!”
“Oh, I will, baby.”
You locked your gaze on each other for some time, just focusing on the feeling spreading throughout your bodies and listening to each other moan. Nothing else was necessary. Why would it be when you had such a provocative sight right before your eyes?
“God, I fucking love the sounds you make when I’m inside you.”
“Have you seen yourself? It's impossible not to MOAN to you,” you couldn’t help the sharp increase in your volume when Chris twitched hard inside you.
You gathered whatever strength you could possibly muster and tackled him to get on top.
“I’m not made of glass. Be rougher. Grope me.”
He landed a delicious sizzle on your hips and started squeezing them as you kept riding him.
“God, you feel amazing. I’m losing my fucking mind,” he groaned at how you were panting on top of him, “Give me your lips again.”
You crash landed on his lips like this was your last chance to kiss him. The more Chris lost himself in you, swirling his tongue inside your mouth and running his hands in your hair, the more he was getting turned on, causing him to increase the pressure of his thrusts.
“Fucking h– There. Right there! Faster.”
You sat up again and reached for your own clit to catalyze your orgasm. Chris watched you intently to learn how you did it just so he could stop you and do it himself instead.
“Let me.”
The closer you got, the harder you clenched, eventually taking him with you to jump into a pit of molten lava.
“Oh, FUCK!”
You collapsed on Chris’ chest as he kept lazily fucking into you with fading moans to ride out his own orgasm with his hands wrapped around your back, caressing you until you were pacified.
“Let’s go again, baby.”
“We just came down,” you let out a spent laugh, “Talk about insatiable.”
“Please?” he kept peppering kisses on your neck and collarbones, “Please. I can’t fucking get enough of you.”
That refractory period included a lot more kissing and touching than the previous one. Chris was just soothing you every way he could and patiently working you until you were wet for him again. His eyes spelled nothing but adoration even when he was slowly thrusting into you as you laid on his chest.
“Could you…”
“You can tell me,” you kissed his forehead, “It’s okay.”
It took a while for Chris to register the correct words, quite possibly not to freak you out, but realizing the pointlessness of trying to word it appropriately, he eventually let it rip.
“Could you tell me you love me? Only for tonight.”
It tugged at your heartstrings so fucking hard that you almost wanted to cry. You drowned the knot in your throat with a kiss and whispered into his lips.
“I love you.”
You could feel him getting harder inside you. His moans got a measure louder and you took complete advantage of the situation.
“I love you, baby.”
His large hands reached your back and caressed you as he fucked into you. You kept kissing him as you were trying to figure out this thing welling up inside you. It was impossible that you had developed it over the span of one night.
But nothing else made this much sense.
“Look at me. Look into my eyes,” you brushed your thumbs on his cheeks, “I do. I think I really love you.”
“Baby…”
The lines between reality and pretend were completely blurred by then. You weren’t sure whether you were saying it for his sake, or legitimately admitting to something you most certainly shouldn't have, but if it was indeed pretend, why would you feel your heart grow three times its size in your chest?
“I still can’t believe you’re right here with me. I love you.”
“Chris…”
“I do. I really fucking love you. Oh, god!”
It felt like a loving embrace when you felt his warmth inside you again, spilling into your most secluded corners. It made sense. He made sense. There was absolutely nothing more you wanted than having the ability to stop time right at that second. Freeze everything. Just live there forever.
Because your heart broke into a million pieces and cut through your own flesh when you remembered the final condition of your direct orders.
‘You are not to see him again after that and you will not divulge this information to him.’
Your first friend here before anything else. His first experience. But besides all that, this unexplainable connection you had with him. The comfort. The peace of mind. And now you had to say farewell to all of that? Just like that? How were you even supposed to exist without getting on each other’s last nerves on Thursdays?
You felt the knot in your throat turning into a lump so fast that you were going to violently cry if you didn’t get out of there immediately.
“I should go.”
“Wait, you’re not staying?”
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“Good night, Chris,” you kissed him one last time and forced a smile through the tears threatening to fall, “Happy birthday, baby.”
As you returned to your building with quick steps, you cried the entire way back. Your heart was already so heavy when you entered your corridor, but then you heard a voice you most certainly didn’t expect coming from the end of the hall.
“Isn’t that a beautiful sight, kitten? Now lick her clit while I fuck her hard.”
Is that…?
You tiptoed your way to Hyunjin’s door and slid it ajar just the tiniest measure. It was not one, but two people inside with him, one woman spread on his lap, the other going to town on her.
It shouldn’t have stung this much considering the massive internal clash you had mere minutes ago, but it did. It wasn’t even the act itself. It was the fact that Hyunjin was engaging in whatever blasphemy that was in full awareness that you were going to return to that floor. At the risk of hurting your pride. And even if it was just the risk, he didn’t give a single fuck about it.
Beautiful. Princess. Such grand addresses. Yet such shallow meanings behind them.
You felt a part of yourself irrevocably break.
“Welcome back, young king,” Hyunjin walked into his brother's room in the morning after of his birthday, “Came for my play-by-play.”
“So you want me to kiss and tell,” Chris spoke without taking his eyes off the poetry book. Hyunjin plopped down on the leather armchair diagonal to him.
“Come on, man, you took one for the team. Don’t I deserve to know?”
Chris placed his bookmark within the pages again and turned his attention to his brother.
“Suffice it to say mother knows how to give presents.”
“Which one was it?”
“What do you mean?”
“It was one of the concubines, wasn't it?”
“Actually, no,” Chris smiled to himself while averting his eyes from Hyunjin, “It was someone I know.”
“From where? School?”
“Yes.”
“Good to know we can make special requests,” Hyunjin decided not to press on the matter much further because if he did, he feared he wasn’t gonna be able to control his choice of words, “And? How was it?”
Although he wasn’t quite able to make sense of the ending, one thing still prevailed. Chris’ entire world was rocked from top to bottom.
“It fucking blew my mind,” he closed his eyes and threw his head back on the sofa.
“Tell me everything. I have to know.”
Yes, he did, but not for the reasons Chris thought. Hyunjin wanted to know whether his older brother was able to ascend you the way he did. Whether it meant anything to him. Whether it meant anything to you.
“All I can say is this. Picture the best orgasm you ever had.”
“Uh huh?”
Hyunjin’s sharp features got distorted with such a twisted smile and squinted eyes that Chris knew exactly what he was replaying in his head since his younger brother wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks as if he discovered literal nirvana.
“You’re picturing that nighttime balcony action, aren’t you sicko?”
He wasn’t. Hyunjin was picturing how he fucked you. How he came in you. How warm it felt. How you kept clenching around him. How you fucking lost it when he implied he wanted to mark you for himself. How you just seemed to have a weakness for him as much as he had one for you.
But he lied instead.
“Hey, mother said no relations, I don’t remember her forbidding me from fucking myself,” Hyunjin sprawled on the armchair and clasped his hands under his nape, “Judge all you want, but do you even know what it’s like to cum from your prostate?”
As a matter of fact…
Nevertheless, his little brother didn’t need to know the explicit details of what went down in the privacy of his bedsheets. That was just for Chris and you to know.
“Now triple that feeling.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“Nope.”
Hyunjin felt like he was punched in the stomach for some reason. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions but what other conclusion was there? His older brother seemed to already have it bad for you because of one fucking night.
“Could it be because it was your first time, or…?”
“I don’t know,” Chris shrugged, “But it was really something.”
“Anything else?”
Oh, hell yeah. He fucking loved how you gifted him his first time to one of his favorite songs. He had the time of his life at that party with you, and most certainly was a changed man by the end of the afterparty. He wasn’t able to stop replaying the part you said you loved him in his mind, no matter how make-believe.
But Chris lied instead.
“Not really. Everything else would be pretty vanilla by your standards. I was tapped out pretty quickly anyway.”
Hyunjin examined his brother’s face for some time, trying to figure out what he was thinking behind those closed eyes, but it didn’t take a genius to figure it out anyway.
“Chris.”
“Hm?”
“Stop thinking about her.”
Unless he was imagining things, Hyunjin’s voice came out borderline malicious. Chris looked up at him with a concerned look.
“Everything alright, Hyun?”
“I can see you pitching a tent, man.”
“SHIT, sorry,” Chris grabbed the throw blanket laying on the headrest of the sofa and hid himself under it.
“And you spent the night together I assume?”
The shadows passing by Chris' face were really obvious to the naked eye, “She said she couldn’t stay.”
“She did, huh?”
Hyunjin had to bite the inside of his cheeks to stop himself from smiling. He didn’t know it was his mother’s orders, but nothing could stop him from assuming it was because of him that you didn’t want to stay the night.
“Well, since you give the worst run-downs ever, I’ll let you be,” Hyunjin got up to his feet to leave, “Take it easy for the rest of the day, brother. You look a little too spent for a sword master.”
“Haha, very funny. Kindly get the fuck out,” Chris threw a cushion towards the door.
As Hyunjin closed the door behind him, he eyed another one—the one leading to his mother’s chambers. Maybe it was time they picked up their tradition of Sunday morning tea ceremonies and have a heart-to-heart mother-son bonding time again.
No need to feel guilty, beautiful. I forgive you.
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*covered in blood and tears* danyn phantme
considering the manor is completely massive and the only person who spends more than a few consecutive hours there at a time is probably Alfred, i think it would be funny if after the pit, Jason decides after everything he's been through that he can't be bothered to do the whole revenge thing, or sort out safe houses or get an apartment and instead just decides to kill the joker himself and just... secretly go home.
like, as long as he kept an ear out to make sure he wasn't eating in the dining room when Bruce comes down, he could probably get away with walking around without ever being caught. Alfred would find out, i assume, but i think knowing how complicated Jasons emotions towards Bruce are right now, he'd keep it quiet and just be happy that the one other person he trusts to leave alone in the kitchen is finally back. And then, of course, there's the kids.
Damian knew from the beginning. Not because he's especially observant, but because this is his big brother from the league and the first night he spent at the manor Jason crawled through his window in full Red Hood gear and told him not to snitch. Considering that in the league Jason once snuck up behind Ra's and shaved a strip of hair off the back of his head, Damian decides there's far stupider shit the guy could be doing and leaves it be.
Tim finds out next. admittedly, the only reason he finds out is because Jason thought he knew and just stopped attempting to avoid him. in reality, what happened was Tim, having not slept for three days and living off nothing but spite and coffee, accidentally walked in on Jason cooking in the middle of the night, and immediately wrote it off as a hallucination. Jason, seeing Tim find him in the manor and not react badly, decided that 'oh, the replacement must just be chill i guess' and mentally pencilled him in as another person in the building that he can be seen by. it came to a head when a few days later Damian was forced by Jason to invite Tim out with them on their weekly 'eat junk food and talk shit about the rest of the family' outings, since he was a part of the group now. Tim cries.
Dick only finds out because Tim and Damian keep forgetting that Jason isn't supposed to be talked about in public. there comes a point where Tim rips Dick's favourite sweater and when Dick confronts him about it, Tim panics and blurts out 'it wasn't me, must have been jason!', and upon seeing Dick's face, Damian smacks him and grumbles 'good job Drake, now we have to show him Todd or he'll cry again.'. Jason is not overly happy when he sneaks through his bedroom window after going out as Red Hood and finds a sobbing Dick sat on his bed, Tim staring at the ground looking very ashamed while Damian straight face points at Tim to make it clear that this was Not His Fault.
after realising literally everyone in the house sans Bruce knows he's there, Jason decides to just. stop hiding. the fact is that he wasn't trying that hard in the first place, and Bruce still didn't have a clue, so he kinda wants to see how long it takes the 'world's greatest detective' to realise his dead kid is just. back.
so he stops hiding. starts showing up for family meals, starts being more friendly with the bats as Red Hood, and they all wait to see what finally tips Bruce off.
they forget how fucking stupid this man can be.
because if Jason had gone up to Bruce and done some sort of dramatic or emotional reveal then sure, Bruce would be shocked. he'd freak out. but the fact is that Bruce has both Batman and Brucie Wayne to keep up with. He's barely paying attention to his own feet while walking, let alone the people around him.
so when Jason starts showing up and acting like nothings changed, and literally nobody else in the house acts like anything's different either? Bruce straight up forgets that Jason's supposed to be dead. His mind just registers 'oh there are his kids, fighting like usual', and forgets to take in whether or not those kids are SUPPOSED to be ALIVE.
the kids find it fucking fascinating. Jason can actually have conversations with Bruce at the dinner table, and Bruce doesn't even realise that this is a wild fucking thing to be happening. Tim starts laughing at him and Bruce gets confused, only making the poor kid laugh harder. Jason just can't believe he actually bothered putting effort into hiding when he first came back. Damian's respect for his father diminishes every day.
it becomes a game, to see how far it will go. at one point Dick straight up asks who was better as Robin, him or Jason, in an attempt to jog his memory, and Bruce without looking up from the batcomputer goes 'you were both equally good, stop trying to start competitions with your brother'. Dick throws his hands up in the air and Jason, who has been sat on top of his own fucking memorial case to watch this shit show for the past 20 minutes, slow claps.
it's only after like a month of this that half way through a casual family breakfast, Damian asks Jason to pass him the orange juice or something, and Bruce finally has the fucking moment of
he never lives it down.
No
*DING DING DING!* what’s that sound? It’s time for an Announcement time!
“Over and over” has just been released with its prologue on wattpad and you can check it out!
https://my.w.tt/q5iENrEl9Z
I gotta say this but....
If ya wanna draw fanart of Vlad then hecking do it
It seriously doesn’t matter if he’s a twink or this big hunk of man
Just fricking do it my dude
Also it’d be nice if there was also fanart of some other of my ocs cuz that’d be cool
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OVER AND OVER CHAPTER 1 IS HERE!
[it may contain some not-so lighthearted moments and topics]
Just a small announcement
After I finished over and over there will be some spinoffs and many more
That’s right
I’m feeding you guys more of my juicy content
This
Heckin song
Is perfect for vlad
I’m doing something for it now
Owo in psychonauts in a shellnut
Loboto: You are such a talented, gifted young girl that your like a daughter to me maybe you can be a dentist like your old man!
Owo: or maybe I could be a magician or a psychic or an illusionist or even a witch! ^^
Loboto: HA! GOOD ONE OWO THATS SO FUNNY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Owo: *a single tear goes down at her face*
Peanut
Oh yeah her!
The last time I saw her, I left her with Vlad!
And it’s been so long
Uh oh...
Vlad: Vlad iz just a go-ofy guy! Nothing to wor-re about!
Also Vlad:
*goes to the bathroom being distressed and does the entire bathroom scene dance from the joker*
https://my.w.tt/eEGyXYu4H1
Hey dudes chapter 2 is out
You guys can just go and read it and after your done you can just go to sleep
Goodnight im gonna sleep now
MERRY CHRISTMAS DUDES!
And don’t forget! Chapter 3 is still coming and a new character is coming!