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It’s a downpour tonight. The roof overhead rattles with the force of the winds outside, keeping you awake. Your eyes drift towards the window periodically, watching the lightening illuminate the night sky, thunder rolling closer and closer as the wind hails. Your four loyal, massive Tibetan Mastiffs lay around your bed, dead to the storm raging outside. You’d normally have them out in the barn, but with how terrible it’s coming down you would have felt terrible.

But now you lie awake, worry in the pit of your stomach. Some of the goats had just given birth, and with this storm you knew the kids had to be distressed, and their bleats often agitated the horses.

You absentmindedly reach down to run a hand through Dixon’s fur, who lets out a pleased huff, nuzzling your palm. You try to let the beat of rain lure you to sleep, eyes finally feeling heavy as your breathing evens out.

But then you hear it, over the raging of the storm you can still hear your stallion, Sebastian, neighing, and then the pound of his hoofs against his stalls, and you're flying out of your bed.

Nothing spooks your stallion, absolutely nothing.

You race down the stairs in just your nightgown, rushing to pull on your boots, no socks, as Dixon, Grimes, Judy and Maggie come bounding after you. You throw open the door, the screen slamming against the house from the wind but you pay no mind, running towards the barn, barely catching yourself from slipping in the mud.

The closer you get, the louder you can hear all your herd. Your hearts pounding harder than the rain when you reach the barn doors, and you can hear the dogs barking behind you as you reach to yank open the double doors

Locked.

Your barn is never locked.

From the inside.

“Hello?!” You yell, slamming your palms against the wood, guilt wracking your body when you hear something scurry away on the other side.

“What are you doing in there?” You scream, shaking the handles with all your might, but they hold strong, and after a harsh yank, your hand slips, sending you flying into the mud.

You can hear what can only be described as chaos in the barn, and tears prick your eyes as you crawl forward, banging your fists against the doors.

“PLEASE! Please don’t hurt my animals! They’re already scared! Please- AH!” You scream as the door flies open, sending you face first into the barn floor.

You barely register the blood dripping from your hands as you scramble to stand up, taking in the scene.

The mares were going wild, bucking and kicking the doors of their stalls while Sebastian raged, having busted his door down, prancing infront of his ladies protectively.

Your goats were huddled in a group on the corner, the kids tucked between their bodies and the sheep standing in front of them, shaking so badly their wool was trembling. The rest of the stock is scattered, hiding in various corners of the barn.

You whistle, which immediately catches Sebastian’s attention, huffing and puffing.

“I’m here! It’s okay, ma is here!” You hush them, slowly walking towards the stallion with your hand out, palm up.

He neighs, tossing his head, leaning down to sniff your hand, when he stops, and suddenly a new sound reaches your ears.

Dixon and Grimes are growling out a warning.

Before you can even blink, there’s a hand over your mouth. Your gasp is muffled at the pressure of cold steel at your neck, an arm wrapping around your chest pulling you into a firm, solid figure.

“Not. A. Sound.” A gruff voice barks in your ear, and your blood runs cold.

“Lock the doors back.” The man orders, and a sinking feeling overcomes you when you hear a new set of footsteps. You stumble as you’re jerked back, Dixon barking as you start to thrash, kicking your feet, but the grip around you tightens.

“Fuckin- Knock it off!” He growls, pressing what you can only guess is your carving knife painfully against your throat and Grimes lets out a guttural sounding bark before lunging, only to yelp when a foot shoves him back, and you thrash harder, attempting to nip at this man’s hand.

“Stop you little fuckin-SHIT!” He bellows as your teeth sink into his palm, not releasing until you taste his blood splash over your teeth, and then you’re on the ground.

“Little bitch!”

“Don’t touch my fucking animals.” You spit, turning to stare up at the intruder, just to be met with a ski mask and cold eyes. You can’t help but freeze, the carving knife glinting in the low light of the barn.

He’s quick, and you try to stumble to your feet, but you're once more in his grasp. You go for a punch, but he catches your wrist easily, pinning your arm behind your back with one hand and yanking your forward with the other, pinning you against him, and the knife is at your throat again.

“Let’s try this again.” He says between clenched teeth, tightening his grip till you whimper.

“Ghost. Lighten up.” A voice pipes up, raspy and stern with a commanding tone. The masked man, Ghost, rolls his eyes, but loosens the hold he has on your wrist.

“Who else lives here?” He questions, and it feels as though a bucket of cold water has been dumped over you.

“No one…” You whisper, squeezing your eyes shut when his grip tightens once more. “Don’t bullshit us. Who else lives on this land with you?!” He’s in your face, making you open your eyes, tears blurring your vision.

“It’s just me I swear!” You sob, feeling the tip of the knife digging into your skin. “I swear to god it’s just me, you can go check the house-“

The pressure of the knife is gone, and the shock of your bare knees hitting the barn floors barely phases you as Dixon and Grimes dart to your side, whining softly as they nudge your hands with their heads.

“Think she’s telling the truth?” A new voice speaks up, a thick Scottish accent ringing in your ears as you try to put distance between you and the four, you are finally able to count, men standing in the middle of your barn.

“Explains the massive mutts.” Ghost grunts, glancing at the four mastiffs, who you push behind you, shielding them, trying not to let your fear show more than it already has.

“They aren’t mutts.” You hiss, Judy nuzzling her giant head into your back as you shuffle them back, away from these men.

You hold your head high, but your lip can’t help but tremble when all their eyes turn to you.

“You sure there’s no one else in that great big house?” The older man with scruffy facial hair asks with a tilt of his head, and a spark of agitation flares in your chest. Why did they want to know so badly? if they were going to…

If they were going to kill you, surely they would have done it by now, right?

“I swear on my life.” You plead, voice cracking. You’re horrified when you realize your nightgown has been soaked through this whole time, noticing the way the one with the mohawk, the Scot, keeps eyeing your bosom. You look away, cheeks burning as fresh tears prick your eyes.

“Soap, Gaz. You two go check the house. Report back to me, I want a moment with her.” The unnamed man ordered.

Mohawk and a dark skinned man nodded, heading out of the barn. Ghost passes one of them the carving knife, and your fist curl in your lap.

“What do I do Price?” Ghost asks, and the man, Price, waves a hand, eyes trained on you. “Search the surrounding area, look for anyone hiding on the property.”

“Understood.”

And then you were alone. The barn has settled, most of your animals having made their way to the farthest wall behind you. He approaches you slowly, cautiously eyeing Dixon who raises up, baring his teeth, but you click your tongue, and he steps back immediately, sitting at your side like a statue as the others guard the flock.

You feel a puff of air breath against your head, and you can’t help the wet laugh that bubbles out when you realize Sebastian is standing guard over you.

“Seems you’ve got yourself quite the protection.”

He muses, eyes bouncing between the animals.

“They were abandoned when I found this place.” You confess, a slight tremble to your voice as you watch Price crouch in front of you. He’s quiet for a moment, eyes flickering over your form and you wrap your arms around your middle.

“If my men are walking into a trap, whoever is there will be killed.” He says simply, tone almost bored and you feel your face pale.

“They’re not! This is my land! Mine!” You insist, frustrated tears falling freely as you flex your fingers, muscles tense.

“Tiny little bird like you, all by herself?” Ghost scoffs as he returns, and you feel your ears burn.

“What did you find?” Price asks him over his shoulders.

“Can hardly see shit in this rain but I found no one. There’s a truck around back but the engine seems shot.” He shrugs, eyes peering at you through that ski mask and you avert your gaze.

The doors open against, the other two rushing in, soaked to the bone.

“The house is clear sir. Only one room looks lived in, two guest rooms down the hall on the upper level and a small library on the ground level. Gaz found a shotgun by the front door.” The Scot, Soap, you gather, reports back to Price.

“I told you. It’s just me out here.” You mutter, and this time Ghost is crouching in front of you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.

“You hiding from something little bird?” He asks, cocking his head to the side

“You’re the ones breaking into my barn and scaring my animals!” You snap, trying to get out of his grip, but he only holds tighter.

“You’re a little fighter aren’t you?” You see his eyes crinkle, and you're shocked this man even knows how to smile under that mask.

He releases you, standing up and stepping back to stand with the other three men, who still loom over you. You feel like a lamb being sent to the slaughter house, and you bury one of your hands in Dixon’s thick fur to ground yourself.

“Please-“ You start, voice shaking, and you feel a tear slip down your cheek.

“I don’t have much, there’s maybe three thousand dollars in the safe in my closet. I’ll give you the code just…” Your voice trails off, a sob slipping past your lips and Dixon whines, low and sad as he places his giant head in your lap.

“Please don’t hurt us. D-don’t hurt my animals- I won’t even call the cops, it would take the nearest deputy three hours to even reach my house.” You beg, exhaustion and nerves taking over as your shoulders slump, trembling with your quiet sobs.

You see Price’s boots approach you, and he tilts your chin up, and you flinch when he brushes a tear away with his thumb.

“Stop all these tears pretty. We don’t want to hurt you or your little farm.” He coos down at you. Confusion swirls in your head, making you dizzy as another sob can’t help but slip out, Price cupping your cheeks, shushing you softly as he wipes your cheeks.

“I don’t understand…” You whisper, searching this strange, terrifying man’s face for any sign of deceit, but he just grins at you.

“You told us the truth. Very good.” It sounds almost like praise the way he whispers it to you, and you whimper, shame filling your stomach. You look away from him, taking a shuddering breath as you struggle to compose yourself.

“Let’s get you back inside hm? Can’t have you catching a cold.” He tsks, and before you can argue, you’re being lifted into his arms, tucked against his chest. You try to struggle, but the adrenaline has worn off, confusion left in its wake as these strange men usher the herd into their correct pens, Soap barley escaping one of the Roosters pecking at him in defiance, before pausing.

“I don’t think I want to mess with this guy.” Gaz mutters, the three of them staring at Sebastian, who stares back, as though daring them to try and corral him.

“He.. He’ll go back in his stall once it’s quiet… You scared them…” You mutter, tired as you give in, resting your head against the strong chest you’re pressed against, and you feel Price’s grip tighten.

“You’re freezing sweetheart, let’s get you out of these wet clothes.” He murmers, and your heart skips.

“I can do that myself.” You hiss, staring up at him with narrowed eyes, despite the fact you can feel your cheeks burning.

“I flower you too… from sunrise to sunset, and for every stars that light up the sky. Those flowers will forever bloom for this precious bond that is ours, that’s my eternal promise to you” Yoongi repeats dreamily as I hide my red face under my arms.

“That sounded so poetic… do you perhaps write poems, Y/N?” he asks while nudging my side as we sit side by side on the couch, and he can’t help but to coo when I shyly nod my head while hiding further into the cushion with my arms around my head.

I shouldn’t have said that earlier. I didn’t know they would tease me so much for it, but my heart felt so full that the words came out of their own free will. Such an embarrassing thing to do!

“You should have seen her as we were walking back from the park. Crimson was paler than her” Jimin continues to tease as he walks over before sitting on the rug in front of us, a contented sigh past his lips as he leans back on his hands to gaze at us.

“Go ahead, keep mocking me like this. I won’t ever speak such words ever again” I complain while looking up at them with a pout, which earns me a head pat and an arm around my shoulders to pull me into a warm waist.

“We’ll stop teasing you, sweetheart, we just find your reactions cute. We won’t do it again, right, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi asks the later with a quirked eyebrow that means ‘say no and I will not give you cuddles for an entire week’.

Not one to take Yoongi’s threats lightly, the vampire quickly nods his head at me. “No more teasing” he says, only to add cautiously, “for today. I can only promise for today. Please”.

Fair enough. Jimin seems like the type who would die if he can’t tease his mates for too long.

I make a sound, appreciative of his effort to appease me right now, then inhale the wonderful smell that’s filling their house from the oven. Bread is cooling off on the counter, and there are a few different pastries currently baking with their delicious aromas perfuming the house.

“Are you hungry?” Yoongi asks, somehow always noticing everything about me with his attentive eyes. I stare at the loaf of bread, then swallow when saliva pools heavily on my tongue. I would be a very bad liar if I were to say no right now, so I nod my head and they both chuckle.

“Let’s try the bread first while I have a look at what we could have for lunch. We have leftover rice from yesterday, so I could make fried rice with some meat and our homemade kimchi, what do you think?” the dragon offers as he stands from the couch, a hand offered to me so I can keep him company in the kitchen.

He said he wanted us close and he wasn’t lying. Yoongi has not left my side ever since we arrived a dozen minutes ago, and Jimin happily kissed his cheeks - then mine - before heading to their bedroom to wear something more cozy and soft.

He’s got a look that currently screams cuddles to me, and if I get to leave this place without melting in their arms at least once, I’ll honestly be very confused. Is it a weird thing to say? Maybe I’m getting too ahead of myself.

I accept Yoongi’s hand, heart swooning when he pulls me up easily, and he doesn’t let go until we reach the kitchen where he leaves me at a safe distance from the oven so he can have a look inside to inspect the pastries.

“I’ll cut the bread in thin slices, should we have it with butter?” Jimin asks in a chirp as he jumps past me to reach the sharp knives on the counter space besides the fridge, and Yoongi shrugs at the same time as I do.

“Anything to suit your taste, Jimin-ah. Cut me some veggies when you’re done, I’ll get started with the meat. Mind looking at the sauces we have in the fridge, sweetheart? You’d be an angel if you could find me one that you can have”.

Blushing happens so quickly whenever they speak to me like this, it should be embarrassing and yet I find myself liking it. I do as he asked, eyes searching around until I find all of the different bottles, after which I begin reading through the ingredients one at a time.

“These are fine, Yoongi. There’s really just this one that I can’t have because it has peanuts it it” I let out after a couple of minutes, lips unconsciously parting when Jimin brings something up to my mouth with a “aaahhh”.

I chew on the soft texture while Yoongi acknowledges my conclusion with a hum, and when I swallow, another piece of food is brought up to my lips, which is when I finally realize that this is the bread that made me so hungry since earlier.

My eyes light up, and Jimin grins as he eats the last piece of the slice. “So? What do you think? Isn’t our dragon such a good baker?”.

That has Yoongi eyeing us both from over his shoulder, face looking nervous when I’ve yet to say anything about it. It’s not because I have nothing to say, but rather because I don’t know how to verbalize how good this bread recipe is.

“You made this, Yoongi?” is all my mind can make up at the moment. “It’s- wow. Can I have more?”.

Jimin giggles before handing me an entire slice so I can eat it all on my own, and as I heartily bite into the soft fluffy bread, Yoongi releases a sigh of relief. He was really worried that I wouldn’t like it for a minute.

“Is it good?” he asks with a small smile that grows at my happy hum. This is all he wanted for me, something pleasing to eat, so he’s very satisfied with his first baking experiment. That recipe will be printed out and kept on the fridge.

“Don’t eat too much if you want it to last you a few mornings” he eventually chides when he hears me beg for another slice, and though regretfully, Jimin also agrees that it would be for the best before putting the loaf aside and into a tupperware so I can easily bring it home later.

“You need to be hungry for lunch, hun” the vampire coos at my pout. “Besides, there’s more in the oven that we have yet to try, we can have them for dessert, hm? Can you be a good girl and wait for lunch with us?”.

I nod twice, puppy eyes on them, and endearment fills their chest.

“The veggies, Jimin-ah, please”.

“Right, I’m on it. Have a seat, princess, it won’t take too long”.

I do as told without much fighting, dining table chair pulled over so I can watch them cook together with an ease that I’ve not seen often in others. Mom and dad don’t do so well being in the kitchen at the same time. Dad’s a terrible cook so she always gets angry at him when he does something wrong.

I guess I took from him on that aspect.

“Yeah, that size is fine, but do them a little thinner if you can. Put everything in the pan once you’re done, I’ll get the rice”.

Hoseok’s POV

“Joonie, quick, our taxi is waiting for us!” I say as I usher him to his feet so we can gather everything we own and make sure we do not forget anything. It’s our first day in Crimson Bay and I want everything to fit into the schedule as much as possible.

He grumbles a little but listens either way, a kiss pressed onto my lips before he grabs the luggage from my hands to reach the vehicle on the side of the street facing the docks.

I stare at his back for a long second, a loving sigh past my lips before I hurry behind him so I can be of help as he and the driver try to fit what’s left of our bags on the back seats of the car. It’ll be cramped for me, but we don’t have any other choice if we want to make it to our new house.

Moving here wasn’t particularly the plan, honestly. Seeing pictures of this town had made me comment something jokingly along the lines of “Joonie, wouldn’t it be great if we could live by the water? Look at that house, it’s for sale. I bet we could get it if we wanted”.

It wasn’t meant to be more than a casual comment, as I usually make them, but then Namjoon had taken a look at the screen, only to search up the house on his computer afterwards. The next thing I knew, we were looking at the rooms and wondering what use they could have.

“We could have an office each, a workout room, and one of them could be a little library for all our books. You could have a little reading nook over there, with a lamp and a comfortable couch” Namjoon had said with a spark in his eyes.

I knew then and there that he was already sold to the idea of moving there. We started looking at our expenses, at the house’s price, and all of a sudden, we were making an offer that would be accepted no longer than three hours later. That was last week, and now we’re here, in Crimson Bay, ready to move in.

Were we impulsive? Certainly, I’ve never done something quite as hasty as this before, but nothing has ever felt as right either, so it’s got to count for something. This spontaneous life change ought to be good for us, since we were getting tired of our previous home and city.

“Have a seat at the front, Hobi, I’ll sit in the back” my dear dragon demands while pushing some bags aside so he can fit inside the car, and before I can counter and say that I’ll have an easier time fitting in there, he closes the door with a happy grin, leaving me with the passenger’s seat as my only option.

This man… he needs to learn to choose his own comfort before mine, he won’t lose any lover points just because I get the uncomfortable seat for once.

Well, there’s no changing his mind, I know that much. Sitting inside at the same time as the driver does, I wear my seatbelt while Namjoon hands him the address to our house, and the drive begins in a silence that cannot cover the stress that floats over my head like a rain shower.

I try to focus on the scenery, mind using some visual points as landmarks for future references, but it’ll be easier to do when we can visit at our own pace some other day. Today will be busy enough as it is since we need to be there for when our furniture will be shipped over.

It was a bit of a wild guess to have everything happen in the same day when we had ten hours of traveling to do, but I’m confident we can make it happen. We’ve arrived in Crimson Bay before the given hour, and that’s good enough for me.

As the car goes up the hill where our new house is - we’ve never seen it in person even once, how crazy is that? - I notice that Namjoon is starting to fidget a little in the back seat.

His black horns are shining under the bright sunlight as he moves his face closer to the window, the tip of his nose nearly pressed against the glass and his eyes staring out at every houses like he’s trying to find something.

Or someone, I realize. Could it be?

“Joonie?” I speak up softly when he frowns at one house in particular, and his glance at me says everything I needed to know. We have a mate nearby, don’t we?

The car takes that time to slow down and turn into the next driveway, and I stare at the building that we’re now to call home. It looks really pretty and in good state, and the lawn is clean too, freshly cut with the garden and trees in good health. It’s a relief to know we weren’t lied to after all.

I pay for the drive while Namjoon starts pulling everything out of the car at high speed, his attention always pulled towards the house next to ours. I can see that he wants nothing more than to head over there and knock on the door, but we need to get our stuff first.

The driver helps us to bring everything to the front porch, he’s not much of a talker but he’s very helpful, there’s no denying that. He wishes us a good day before leaving, and Namjoon doesn’t waste anymore time when he grabs my hand before pulling us over to the neighbour’s house.

“Dragon mana, it’s soft and fragile, but it’s there, calling out to me” he blurts out on the way, hence confirming my thoughts. We have a mate in Crimson Bay, and we managed to buy the house right next to them.

Before we can make it to the door, it opens in one quick swing, and a young woman with messy hair steps out, eyelids still a bit heavy from a previous nap.

Her gaze surveys the horizon before finally settling on us, and my heart catches in my throat with a rapid pulse at her stunning beauty. The sunlight on her skin looks as if it painted her itself, with strokes of gold and a whole lot of love.

Her pointy little horns have a red and blue hue swirling around the light purple appendages, so different and delicate compared to Namjoon’s thicker and curved horns, and her pointy canines softly poke into her bottom lip due to a recent feed that the red-ish glow in her eyes validates.

That should strike me as abnormal, but my brain has no time for thoughts when her scent wafts over to me, causing me to inhale deeply with a sense of belonging that feels like home.

Roses, their fragrance spreads all over the place with an embrace that envelopes not only my body, but also my soul. There’s… chocolate in it too, heart-shaped chocolates pushed into the center of each flowers, and they bloom magnificently for us. Such a delicious scent she has.

We remain there, staring at one another in silence for goodness knows how long, until Namjoon finally closes the distance until he stands right in front of her, towering from all his height over this little beauty that already owns half of my heart.

I join them, not willing to be left out for even one second, soul relishing in the shyness that paints her face in the prettiest of colours.

“Seeing you has so easily explained why we’re here today” Namjoon murmurs as he raises a hand to softly caress her cheek, and her fluffed up scent makes my chest feel so full that it could burst at any time now.

Her big eyes flutter at him before falling on me, and I need to resist the urge to touch her too. We can’t crowd her space so quickly, that would be impolite. Namjoon lets go of her face, seemingly coming to the same conclusion as me, and she releases a soft breath.

“I’m sorry if we surprised you, we’re moving in next door today” I explain with a sweet voice that shows I’m already in love, I can hear it dripping from every words I speak myself, and I would be embarrassed if I wasn’t so taken by her already.

Her eyes shine brightly as she glances between the two of us shyly, she’s giving such prey energy that it makes me want to cradle her close this instant so that nothing ever happens to her.

“This big dragon here is Namjoon, and I’m Hoseok, a vampire. You are a dragon, that we can see, but…” I gently press a finger against the tip of one of her canines, and she sucks in a breath, as if just now aware that it’s visible to the both of us.

“Are you a hybrid?” I ask her softly, worry already beginning to gnaw in the pit of my stomach, because if it’s true, then we have ourselves a very fragile mate indeed.

She hides her fangs behind a pout, it being the only way she can cover them without piercing her skin, and she sheepishly nods her head, which has Namjoon’s and my own heart falling at our feet. A bouncing ball that has lost its bounce, that’s how I feel.

“That’s right… but I promise there’s no need for concern, I’m doing well” she quickly blurts out a reassurance first, knowing very well how concerning that must be for us. It’s our first time meeting a half-breed, but we’re old enough to have heard a few heartbreaking stories about them.

“And, erm. My name is Y/N. I’ve been living here for a week now, so I’m still new around here. We have two other mates and… they’re also our neighbours. It’s the house before mine, but they’re not home right now”.

We all glance towards the building she points at, though we can barely see it from here because of the curved angle of our street. So we have three new mates, then? That’s not what I thought our first day here would be like, but I’m certainly not complaining.

“Jimin is a vampire and Yoongi’s a dragon, they’re very kind. I guess we’re not meant to have wolves in the bond” she wonders the end aloud before staring back at us with a smile, now that the initial shock has melted away.

“Can I help with bringing your stuff inside? I have nothing to do anyway, Jimin’s not coming back before an hour or two and Yoongi will be done with work at around five”.

“Of course” I speak faster than Namjoon can, knowing that he would deny her request otherwise. He shoots me a stare while I smile at her, an arm offered to guide her to our new home. She said that she’s doing well and to not worry, so let’s not treat her like a liar.

“Having some company while we unpack would be wonderful. We’re still awaiting our furniture, though, so the house is still empty. I hope you won’t mind”.

She sweetly links her arm with mine, and we begin our walk with Namjoon behind us, his grumpy frown on the mountain of heavy bags and luggage we left on the porch. I understand his unease about having her help us, but I also know that we should know better than to hold her back.

Her condition is one that we don’t know much about other than that too many hybrids have died young, but she doesn’t look that frail, and besides, she has a healthy complexion right now, that’s more than enough for me at the moment.

I agree that the heavy bags are too much, though. As a man… I cannot let this pretty lady carry them for us.

“So, you said you moved here about a week ago” I ask her once we reach the front door. I enter the code on the tactile lock before turning the knob when it makes a sound, and I push it open for the very first time.

“Yeah… it’s a long story but made short… a seer told my mother when I was young that coming here once I turned thirty would keep me healthy. Maybe she said so because she knew I’d meet my mates in Crimson Bay” she says that as if she only now made the links, and I hum as I inspect the house’s interior.

We’ll need to open some windows because of the stale air and the floor will need a good wash, but otherwise, it’s really not that bad. A little dirty, but nothing some cleaning can’t take care of in a day or two.

“Why did you and Namjoon move here, Hoseok?” she asks next as our burly mate pushes past us with the heaviest luggage first - he exhales roughly while putting it down and it echoes against the empty walls. Seeing that, Y/N also reaches the pile, eager to be of help.

I see Namjoon sharply turn around to stare at her with his breath held, only to release it when she grabs something light. I almost chuckle at the sight, but decide against it, knowing that his brain is on high alert right now.

He’d do everything himself if it was up to him, which it isn’t. Is our other dragon mate the same? Yoongi, was it?

“It was actually on a whim” I answer her question smoothly as I walk besides her with my arms full of differently sized bags. She helps me to put everything down on the floor while Namjoon goes back outside to continue with his task, content to just listen as we talk.

“I saw pictures of Crimson Bay last week, and they came with a link attached to this house, for some reason. So we looked at it, and we couldn’t shake off the feeling that it was there for us, that maybe starting anew here could be our next step in life. It all happened so fast, such big decisions made in the span of a few days”.

She lets out a small laugh, and I smile at her with a growing sensation of adoration in the pit of my stomach.

“It’s similar to my story. My family and I found the pictures last month, but we waited until after my birthday to have me move here. It was… very hard for them to let me go” she reveals softly, before grunting a little at the heavier bag she decided to carry in her arms.

That is, until Namjoon gently takes it from her once he notices.

“Leave the heavy ones to me, please” he murmurs with a pat to her head, and her face flushes slightly before she grabs the last smaller one. I grab the rest, happy to see that it didn’t take us long thanks to her, or maybe it’s because our dragon was intent on getting it done before she could get hurt.

“Why didn’t they come with you?” I ask her upon closing the front door, a quick survey of the living room showing me a few windows that will need a good scrub later. I walk around and open all of them, thankful for the nice weather outside.

Having nowhere to sit right now, she leans against the wall next to the kitchen, hands in her pockets.

“Because my fate isn’t theirs. I have to be here, but not them. This is my journey, my path to… I don’t know where it’ll lead me, actually. My family focused solely on the part that led us to believe I would be healthier here, but I rather like the independence that comes with it. I thought it would be scary, but it’s actually not. And the air, the sights… I really like Crimson Bay, much more than the city”.

I glance at her as she speaks, finding on her face a real relief at her new situation.

She likes the independence… did she have none back at home? That’s all I can think about as I open the last window while Namjoon does the same in every other rooms. It’s very dusty, we can see it in the air now, every little particles floating around us gathering like clouds.

The sight alone is suffocating, those windows will be open all night for sure.

“Crimson Bay is very beautiful, that’s true. Maybe the seer said your health would improve here because there’s not as much air pollution, the way the people live life feels different, too. Less stressful, there’s no one rushing anywhere, it’s peaceful”.

She makes a sound, then nods her head, her purple horns almost shining thanks to the reflection of the outside light. She’s beautiful, more so than any sights available in the world.

“You’re right, that makes sense. Stress isn’t good for my heart, so my family tried very hard to keep me from having to worry about anything. Here… Jimin and Yoongi are always by my side, but it’s different. Not controlling, just… safe”.

Hearing that makes me like them already. I normally would invite them to eat over for dinner, but the house isn’t in a state for receiving guests just yet. Maybe we could eat out somewhere, so we can get to know each other.

Y/N suddenly begins to cough, too much dust getting in her lungs, and Namjoon nearly trips on his feet as he comes running to open the front door again.

“The air inside isn’t good right now, stay close to the door” he says while guiding her to the porch with a secure arm over her shoulders, his nostrils flaring in nerves. He treats her as if she’s so fragile, a little paper doll, but the blush on her cheeks reassures me.

If it made her uncomfortable for even just one second, I would be stepping in.

“Why don’t you two go on a walk or something? The day is bright and warm and it would be a waste to spend it inside, just carry some water with you in case of dehydration. I’ll stay for when the moving truck gets here” I offer, wanting nothing more than for them to get acquainted with each other.

I feel like I’ll be doing all the talking otherwise, and that’s not what I want for them.

Y/N and Namjoon look at each other, and small smiles are shared before they nod at me. “I have water bottles in the fridge at home, I’ll get two” she chirps before running off to her place, which is to our left. I’ll have to get used to the fact that we’re neighbours. What a twist of fate that is.

“She’s adorable” Namjoon blurts out from the entrance, already feeling in his entire soul that he would do anything and everything for her. Enamored would be a better word, he is utterly enamored with her already.

“She truly is” I muse softly. “And we have two more mates, she said. I hope we can meet them soon”.

“Right, that’s true”.

I watch with a pleased sigh as he comes back inside to reach my side, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me close so he can press another kiss onto my nose, then lips. I melt in his warmth, his scent of firewood always so calming to my senses.

It’s the aromatic smell of burning wood that spreads in the breeze at the end of a long day, but so much more loving and full of life. He pulls back so our noses bump onto one another, eyes shut, and we let ourselves enjoy this moment, one that feeds the soul and tends the heart.

“Thank you, Hobah, for finding this place. You led us straight to them” he murmurs against my lips, and I hum, eyes creasing as I press a kiss to his soft lips myself.

“Fate led us here, not me, but you’re welcome, Joonie. Now go spend some time with our sweet girl and don’t treat her like she could break with one wrong breath. She’s an adult, so clearly she’s overcome the worst of her hybrid condition, otherwise she wouldn’t be running about right now”.

His brows furrow slightly, lips pursed, but he nods nonetheless, a little sheepish as he glances at me with a pout. “Yeah, I’ll be careful. It’s just… you know how hard it is for me to not overdo it when it comes to my mates”.

“Oh, trust me, I know” I tease my man before pushing him gently towards the door. “Get going, now, she’s waiting for you outside. I’ll call you when the truck gets here, but I think I’ll be able to manage it on my own. You’ll come back to a messy, but otherwise furnished house”.

“As long as there’s a bed to cuddle you into the night, that’s all I need” he says with a grin before waving at Y/N from where she is outside, and I watch as he runs the last distance between them while I close the door behind him.

I put my hands on my waist once left alone, a determined huff pushed out before I get started with the cleaning. “It’s just you and I, house, so prepare yourself for a deep cleaning. Today is assuredly the last day you’ll be making my young mate cough”.

A.n : There's going to be some heavy lore drop here. So just brace yourself a little. Also from now, the animal's dialogues will be in italics so it's easy to understand. I'll get to editing the previous chapters as well.

"I swear to god...one of these morning I'm going to have a heart attack."

You grumbled while sitting and held your head in your palm. You looked at Cherri who was in a makeshift cage made from a big plastic basket, trying to shake it and screeching. She had to learn her lesson some way. Your head was still pounding right now.

Then you looked at Husk who was trying his best to fit into the biggest shirt you had. The buttons on his chest were holding on for dear life. Honestly, it kinda made you jealous.

Husk was a black man who seemed to in his late 40's or 50's. He had black hair pulled back with white streaks on them as well as a small goatee. He had light yellow eyes that looked tired as hell. And the muscles in his hand, holy shit, it looked like he could easily carry you up like a feather. Husk was easily the best thing of this morning.

He of course also had feline features like before. A pair of black cat ears and tail adorned his form. He also had slitted black eyes. His nails were a bit sharper too.

And of course neither of you were prepared for him to transform in middle of sleeping, nobody was. God the embarrassment and confusion you felt when you opened your eyes to see an old handsome man staring at you with sleepy eyes, just as confused as you were.

You would have immediately swooned if not for the fact that you didn't know this guy and the fact he was shirtless, on your fucking bed, cuddling you.

So you did the first thing that came to your mind. You let out a loud scream and pushed him off the bed. He landed on the ground in front of Charlie and others with a big thud. "Oof, what the hell-" Cherri burst out laughing beside you. 'Now that's more like it!'

"Husk are you alright?" Charlie immediately kneeled down to check for injuries. "Husk??" You pulled the cover to your chest and looked down to see him properly. But you quickly averted your gaze when you saw he was shirtless with just a pant on. But that image will forever be engraved into your simp brain.

So after that was all over, you learnt what happened and caged Cherri. She was grounded till she learnt her lessons. You rubbed your head in frustration as Niffty brought you a cup of coffee.

"Here you go miss (Y/n)!"

You thanked her and took a sip. She still looked at you like she was waiting for something. Confused, you raised an eyebrow.

"...Do you need something Niffty?"

"You didn't pat my head." She said it like it was obvious and kept looking at you with wide eyes. You got surprised at this answer. 'She wants to be petted??' but then you remembered she was part dog now and that's probably the reason she was acting like this.

You reached out and patted her head making her smile happily as she wagged her tail. 'Adorable~' you thought in your mind.

Last night's memory was a bit hazy to you. You rubbed your head in frustration trying to remember it. Angel climbed onto the table grinning at you.

'Toots, didn't know ya were such a lightweight. Haha, but you gave quite a show last night, I'll give ya that." Niffty translated it, making you more worried. You asked her to recount the things to you. Pentious joined you since he wasn't there last night as well.

" I did what?"

Last night's memory came flooding back to you bit by bit as you listened. You, you finally petted Alastor's ears! You couldn't believe it.

'What's with the screaming, my dear?'

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. You grinned as you turned to face the stag. "I finally patted you, you smiling bastard!" You mentally cheered as you looked at him with a prideful smile. Alastor felt his face get hot again at that memory and he bonked you on the head with his antlers.

"OUCH what was that for!"

After you finished eating, you drove Charlie off to the cafe. Apparently Vaggie knew how to drive so she went with you two so she could memorize the roads. Once she memorizes she could drive Charlie sometimes as well.

After waving her off at the shop, you quickly departed. You let Vaggie take the wheel this time while you gave directions. Vaggie was an excellent driver. You were quite impressed.

Charlie took a deep breath as she got dropped off and watched you two drive away." This is it Charlie. You gotta make them proud. Right, let's do this!"  she entered the store after mentally cheering herself.

"Oh hi there Charlie. Good to see you back."

Adrian gave her a warm smile as he was middle of cleaning. He put the broom he was cleaning with aside and guided her to the counter. He gave her a new apron to wear that had the cafe's name on it.

"Alright, I'll show you the ropes first time. Then it'll be up to you."

Charlie nodded and took the apron.

"Also won't you take off those horns and ears? You're in middle of work now."

She gulped, right, these weren't normal. But she hadn't practiced what to say during this. She thought it would be okay since they didn't question it before.

"Uh...can they please stay on? I promise you they won't cause any trouble!"

"Huh? Oh..okay then. I just thought it might be easier if you took them off."

Just then a ring sounded out from the door, signaling someone entered the shop. Adrian flashed Charlie a quick look while smiling.

"Come on, it's showtime!"

At evening, you went to go pick up Charlie. As Charlie was about to get into the car, Adrian called out to her.

"Charlie, wait!"

You and Charlie both looked at Adrian who rushed to you guys with a small bag.

"A small gift for your first day at work." He handed Charlie the bag and grinned.

"There's a piece of strawberry cake inside. Have a safe return home."

Charlie delightfully thanked him and got back into the car. While you were driving she told you about her experience which you listened to happily. It seemed like the day went pretty well. Even though there weren't much customers, Charlie enjoyed her time there. Plus from what you heard and saw, Adrian seemed to be a good boss.

The next day, you drove Charlie again as Vaggie sat with you. Pentious joined you this time as some of his works were done. Husk came as well to buy some clothes and as well as take a look at the human world. During the drive, Husk remembered something.

"Hey kid, I forgot to ask you this before but who the hell is cottontails?"

Those words hit you like a lightning as you brain started to overwhelm with memories. It's been a long while since you heard that name.

"W-where did you hear that name?"

"When you were holding me a day ago. You whispered you missed whatever it was."

"That was my pet bunny...I lost him when I was six. That night, my parents had a huge argument after dinner and we moved to my uncles house the very next day. In the end, I never knew what happened to it."

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You weren't allowed to keep pets when you were a child. Your dad claimed it would be a waste of time and it will take your attention away from your duties. One day, while you were walking outside on your lawn, you stumbled across a small frail baby bunny. There was only one and it looked like it didn't even have the energy to move. After looking around, you found no signs of any other rabbits around.

You found yourself in a pickle. Your heart cried to take it home and care for it. But another part of you warned that if your father found out, you'd be in big trouble. You picked up the small thing, lost in thought and whispering "What am I going to do with you little bunny? "

The bunny moved a little and sniffed your hand, making your heart swoon. You decided immediately "Heck with it! Having a small bunny will be fine! Plus they won't make any noises like kitties or doggies! I can do this! I'll just need to be careful!"

The bunny again stopped moving in your arms and seemingly fell asleep. Your eyes glazed over it, trying to think of a name.

"I think I'll call you....mr.cottontails!"

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Several months went by after getting mr.cottontails. You kept him under your bed. You always cleaned your own room by yourself so it wasn't a problem. You would let him run around your room once you locked the door and quickly hide him when someone was coming. Your dad was quite suspicious at how you looked so cherry recently but didn't question it. On the other hand, your mom was quite happy with this change in you.

Then one day, while you were on your way to your room after finished studying with your tutor, you spotted your dad. He seemed to be amused by something. He spotted you as well and gave you a smile.

"Isn't it a nice day today? Are you doing alright (Y/n)?"

You were taken aback by his sudden change of attitude but nodded and said everything was fine. Something was clearly wrong, you could feel it in your gut.

You rushed to your room after that and looked for your rabbit. It was gone... "Cottontail? Mr.cottontail??" You called out yet you couldn't spot the familiar ball of fluff running towards you like usual.

You spent the rest of the day trying to find him but no avail. There was no sign of him anywhere. And you couldn't even ask anyone else if they've seen him cause you're not supposed to have one in the first place.

Then your mind went to your father earlier, it had to him! That's why that damn man was smiling at you.

At dinnertime, you were fighting to keep your tears from coming out. You couldn't afford to let yourself be broken in front of him. You knew that he knew about you knowing what he did. He was just waiting for you to burst so he can properly punish you for going against his rules.

While your mom was serving you the stew for that night's dinner, she could sense something was wrong.

"(Y/n) dear, is everything alright?"

"Y-yes, mom, everything's fine. Don't worry."

"Of course everything's fine with her. (Y/n), today's stew is extra delicious, go ahead and try." Your dad said from across the table, grinning at you. You couldn't bear to look at this man's face properly. The rest of the dinner was quiet with you almost crying in the middle.

After you finished eating, you went straight to your room and locked the door and started crying. Sometime later, you heard your parents fighting over something. You pulled a pillow over you head to stop hearing to those as you sobbed harder.

You hated this. You hated screaming and fighting. You hated living here. You hated your dad. You hated it, hated it, hated it.

You wanted to go out and be with your mom. But you knew better then to do that. The last time you did, you just made things worse. You don't know after how long, it could have been several minutes or several hours, but your mom knocked on your door to tell you to pack and that you're leaving. The rest of the time went down in a haze and before you knew it, you both were standing in front of your aunt's house.

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After dropping off Charlie, you and Pentious went around shops to try and resell those fixed products and let Vaggie show Husk around a little. You successfully managed to resell some of the products.

After that, you bought some cloths for the bartender. Husk had been nagging you nonstop to buy some booze since the beginning. So you did, but you made him use his puppy eyes first. Husk hated every second of that but he swallowed down his pride for booze. He was too far gone at that point.

After coming home, you received a delivery of the cards you ordered. You immediately got down to opening them after squealing in happiness.

"Please give me an Alastor card.. please give me an Alastor card..."

"You really want Alastor's card that badly?" Charlie said laughing and sitting next to you.

"Of course I do! He's my favourite character!" You mumbled while collecting the packs from the box. Suddenly you could feel eyes on you from the back. You sighed.

"Alastor I can feel your smugness from here, stop it." You turned around at the deer behind you.

'I didn't do anything dear. I'm just standing here and observing ' Alastor had shit eating grin in his face. 'Though I am very much charmed you consider me as your favourite.'

"Someone tell me what he's saying. I know he's enjoying this too much." You picked up a pack and finally opened it.

Niffty translated it for you. "Yeah well I liked you better when you were in a cartoon, not annoying my ass off."

The first holo card you got was of Charlie's. Charlie's face lit up seeing it and immediately showed it to Vaggie. You got Angel, tom treanch and a new character called lute in too. After opening  three more packs, you were presented with holo Angel, Vellevette and razzle and dazzle. And you also found an ultra rare card of Lilith. Yet there was no sign of Alastor.

You were lucky enough to get normal cards for most of the cast present with you though. You handed them their own cards. Sighing you picked up the final pack and looked Alastor dead in the eye.

"You better be in here deer boy."

'Oh she means business this time angie.' Cherri chuckled leaning onto the spider. 'yeah and this shits hilarious to watch.' Both of their own cards were in front of them. Angel with his holo card and Cherri with the normal one.

"Is that a fucking condom you're holding there?" Husk was leaning down looking at Angel's card while pointing at it. Angel shot him a smug grin while wriggling his eyebrows. 'Yeah, it is. You like what you see here kitty?'

Husk didn't say anything and just knocked Angel away with a flick of his fingers. The corner of his lips turned up seeing how easily he can move angel away now.

'What, hey! What the fuck Husk?!'

"You deserved it."

With your heart pounding, you opened the last pack and pulled out the holo one. Others looked at you eagerly to see your reactions.

"I fucking got Alastor! Let's go!"

You jumped up on your bed from the excitement, surprising everyone.

"Look! Look! Alastor it's you!" You practically shoved the card in front of his face, making him take a step back. Before he could see clearly you took back the card to see it again while fangirling.

"Look at my little boy with all these creepy symbols around him! He's so pretty!" You were so happy that you couldn't care less that the real Alastor was right in front of you. Until Alastor nudged you on your head with his antlers and grabbed the card with his teeth.

"Hey, give it back!" You streached your hand to grab it but he turned around and placed the card on the table before you could do anything. He finally took a good look at his card. 'Hm, not bad.' You finally went to the table and snatched it back.

After you carefully stored the cards, you began preparing dinner while humming. Angel and Cherri was lazily sitting on the counter while looking at you.

'Hey Angel, how come we didn't transform yet? It sucks being in this form..'

'You tell me toots. That snake boy and kitty cat got to transform before I did. Now that's some bullshit right there.'

'There's gotta be some kinda link somewhere right?'

'There have to be! Wait..if we think about it... when they all transformed...they were all with (Y/n) right?'

'Shit, Angie you might be onto somethin'

You gave the guys their food. You had to drag Husk to the dinner table since he was passed out drunk on the couch. You called Pentious from outside as well. Recently he took on a new task. He volunteered to fix the shitty wooden sofa set you had. You were truly grateful for that.

During dinner, Cherri climbed on top of your right shoulder and Angel on left. You paused eating to look at them with confusion.

'We decided that we want to stay as close to (Y/n) we can from now on!'  Cherri said making everyone squint their eyes at them.

"Uh, guys...can y'all tell me what they're saying?"

Charlie translated it for you making you even more confused.

"But why?"

'Because we want to!'

Everyone just shook their head thinking this pair was just being their usual chaotic self. But you realised they weren't joking when you went to sleep and they both cuddled up to you, declaring they'll sleep there. Normally you'd think this was cute, however there were two problems.

One, is that, you might move in your sleep and accidentally squish these small creatures. Especially Angel.

Two, they were laying on your chest....

"Angel..Cherri...can I ask why you decided THIS would be a good place to sleep on?"

'What? Ya got nice pair of tit's and they make a nice pillow.'

'Plus Husk slept too did't he?'

Niffty who was sitting beside you translated it making you go blush madly. You quickly shoved them both away and pulled the cover closer to yourself.

"Fuck no. Pervert! I was drunk that time! Either sleep on a pillow next to me or get out of my room!"

At last they both slept next to you after you scolded them for some time. Next two days went the same way. Angel and Cherri were with you everywhere. They even tried to sneak into your shower before you found out and kicked them out. Currently they were both sitting on top of your kitchen counter, munching on nuts and fruits lazily. Husk was making himself a burger currently.

'Nothin's working...where did we go wrong?'

'We definitely missed something. Our plan was bulletproof! We're just missing one key point...'

'We spent the whole last two days with 'er twenty four hours. I think we have seen and know everything about her already! We even know how she almost cried while editing her news'

'Or how she tilts her head when she doesn't understand something?' Cherri piped in.

'or when she sings when she thinks no one was listening.' Angel said laughing. 'Oh her face is priceless when she gets caught. She still sometimes forgets that she lives with a whole bunch of demons now.'

'Have you noticed the BL manga's of her's-'

They continued chatting like this for a while, pointing out small details that you do, things that you like or dislike and laughing amongst themselves.

'Haha...that girl really is something..'

'Yeah, She's completely my type.'

'Ya might want to confess quickly then. Otherwise I might just steal her first ' Angel said winking. Cherri scoffed and bumped him with her tail.

'Hey what gives? I thought you were gay?'

'I am, But who am I to resist a sweet thing like her. She's an exception.'

' You already have Alastor and Husk to fawn over. Leave (Y/n) to me bastard.'

'No can do sweetheart. First come, first serve'

They both looked at each others eyes for a second then burst out laughing. It might seem like they were joking from the front, but they both knew they were seriously attracted to you.

Suddenly they both got engulfed in golden light. Husk stopped in the middle of biting his burger and looked at them wide eyed. Now in place of the spider and the squirrel, there were two humans.

Angel and Cherri looked at each other, wide eyed. Angel opened his mouth first.

"Shit I think I know the key behind transforming!"

A.n: Now I know there are tons of fanarts of human Husk with White skin but I'll always headcannon Husk as a black man, the same colour as his VA. And I'll die on this hill defending that.

Plus it's refreshing to have different veraites of race and colour presented (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

Also might go on a little break since some of my important college exams are coming up. Hope ya enjoyed the chapter ~

Tag list: @legostars @glowinthedarkbones1150 @darifes @aria-tempest @rainbowcake1212 @luxylucylou

“I’m very particular about what belongs to me, and I cannot abide theft.”

Your jaw drops.

“Empty your bag.”

Now your whole body is buzzing with incredulity. You shake your head.

“I know what’s in there.”

You almost didn’t take this job when it landed in your lap. He was the reason you knew you should have said no. There were whispers about his reputation, his real businesses. But you took the initial consultation because the pitch was more money than you’d made over the last three years. Then when you’d met him, he’d been so normal, so nice, maybe a little charming, and up until this moment you had convinced yourself there was no way any of those rumors had been right.

But before you even put your hand in your bag, you knew you were wrong.

Not one, not two, but three Rolex watches nestled in the bottom of the main pocket.

You scoop them out and drop them on his desk, eyes burning with tears. “Why?”

“Yes, why? I was already giving you a fat paycheck. What a shame when I had just given your name to the Vanderbilts’ social secretary for their son’s wedding a few days ago, I’ll have to reach out and let them know.”

“No,” you breathe.

“I’ll have to discreetly let everyone in my network know it’s better not to invite someone in their home with such light fingers.”

Your breath hitches and your hand flies to your mouth to stifle an almost sob, trying to hold back the onset of tears. “Andy, no, please.”

His smile softens. “There we are,” he coos, “you finally called me Andy like I’ve told you to so many times.”

He leans forward resting his arms on his desk.

“Now, if you go upstairs, be a good girl, put on what I left for you in my room, and wait for me, maybe I can make all of this little misunderstanding go away.”

His steel blue eyes are hard, they demand an answer.

You cock your chin up wishing you could say no, wishing you could even scowl at him, but aside from the heat and hurt in your eyes, you know you can’t do anything more without risking further ruin, so ultimately you let your chin drop and nod, resigned to the impossible power this man wields.

“Now we’re back on track for a perfect night, sweetheart. I’ll be up soon.”

You don’t know how long he makes you wait, using the promise of soon as another show of his power, but long enough that your knees hurt from sitting back on your heels in a submissive, kneeling position with your head lowered, hands folded in your lap, and back to the door as the card in the white box left for you had instructed.

Also in the box had been a set of exquisite black lace and silk balconette bra and cheeky underwear. That they fit you like a glove had been both humiliating and alluring.

Even though Andy was the reason you almost said no to the job, even though he was the humiliating reason you were in this position – extorted into a nearly naked state, no question of what was to come – he was also the reason you took the job.

Dread pooled in your stomach, but along with the dread and humiliation, there were rivulets of shameful desire.

You had taken the job for the money and for how quietly charming he had been. He had never outright flirted with you, but he always left you with the question of whether he was. You worked hard for him because it felt good to win his approval. He praised you and you had preened under his intense blue eyes every time. You had forced yourself to keep everything professional.

All for nothing since you were in the farthest position of professional now.

When you finally hear him enter the room, your sit up straight again.

He tsks and says, “Head down, sweetheart.”

Andy comes around to stand in front of you. You see his perfectly polished shoes, the perfectly tailored trousers. His hand moves to your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. He runs his thumb over your lips, circling them.

“Open your mouth,” he says.

You do.

He leans closer, then spits in your mouth, and you blink in surprise, a surge of humiliation running through you, but his grip on your jaw is powerful, so you don’t move away.

“Close your mouth but don’t swallow.”

He moves back from you then, and he begins to silently undress. He had already taken off his jacket, but he doesn’t hurry as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt, the buttons down his chest, and then shrugs it off his shoulders. He places it nicely on a plush armchair on the side of the room. Next he sits on the edge of the bed and removes his shoes and socks.

The way he doesn’t watch you but does all of this in your line of vision, knowing you have to watch, is another move meant to communicate who is in control of this situation. Still holding his saliva on your tongue is starting to become uncomfortable. Your instinct is to swallow, but you don’t know what disobedience may mean with Andy, so you fight the urge, not wanting to tempt any more of his darkness.

He stands and takes the shoes and socks to a large closet off to the side of the room, and when he returns, he stands directly in front of you again, takes your jaw in his hands again.

“Show me,” he says.

Your eyes watch his face you open your mouth, showing him the pool of saliva.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmurs. You hate the small bloom in your chest those words immediately invoke again. He spits into your mouth for a second time, then with a caress that is too tender he urges you to close your mouth. “Swallow.”

You do.

Andy unbuckles his belt, unbuttons the top of his fly, then unzips and pushes down the waist of his trousers with his briefs, and reveals his hard cock for you.

He’s big.

You had gotten yourself off to the thought of him a few of times late at night alone in your bed, most recently a few days ago, and you hated that you had since you were now here like this, forced on your knees in front of him.

Your core is pulsing with heat at the sight of him though – bigger than you had fantasized, and bigger than any man you’ve been with previously. You know he’ll fill you in a way that will ruin you for other men. You want and dread it.

“Take me in your mouth, sweetheart,” he commands.

Instead of forcing his cock into your mouth, this is more possessive, having you submit yourself to pleasing him of your own accord. You know every way he’s manipulating you.

“If I have to tell you one more time,” he trails off, leaving the end open for your imagination.

You plant one hand softly on his hip and wrap your other hand around his shaft, leaning forward to take him in your mouth. As you push forward, he groans. He won’t hold back when he’s pleased with you – he never has, he knows it affects you. His hands go to either side of your head. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

You do as he says, sucking him, bobbing up and down his length, and for a while he lets you control the speed and the depth, but his hands let you know he can and will control this when he wants to. After the first couple of minutes, he makes this clear when you push back to take a breath and wipe the mix of your spit and his pre-cum dripping out of your mouth and his hands firmly prevent you from moving off him. Instead, he pushes you down slowly – more slowly than you had been pumping – and doesn’t stop until your nose hits his lower abdomen. You try to push against his hips, and he pushes his hips forward with you still anchored on his dick. Your eyes well up.

“So pretty,” he says, “imagined you like this, but you’re more gorgeous than I thought you would be.”

Something in your chest melts. You wish he wouldn’t say things like that. It makes you weaker – weaker for him. He pulls back just an inch or two, then pushes his length into your throat again.

“That’s it, sweetheart, my perfect fucking girl.”

You whimper, and the tears spill over.

His right hand moves away from your face and around behind him. He’s quick, and when you can see his hand again, it’s to discover he’s taken his phone out of his back pocket. He takes photos of you, angling the phone a few different ways. Then he tosses the phone onto the chair where he’d laid his shirt.

Then he resumes his small, concentrated rutting, only easing out just enough to make the thrust back in worth it for him. As he does, he groans, swears, wipes tears from your cheeks, and the moment before it’s too much, he finally pulls you off him.

You fall forward, gasping for deep lungfuls of air, but he’s already putting a hand under your arm and hauling you up.

“Get on the bed,” he instructs, man handling you with surprising ease, doing most of the work your weak and aching legs can’t do to hoist you up onto his Alaskan king bed.

He’s immediately up as well and behind you, the last of his clothing stripped off. His fingers quickly undo the clasp of your bra and pull it off your shoulders and toss it away. He pushes you forward, toppling you down to the mattress. He slaps your ass, and you gasp and jerk. He brings his hand down on your round flesh again, with another sting, but the second one has you moan, and he lets out a satisfied, “Yes,” before giving you a third slap, the hardest, and you moan again, but this one more guttural, and you’d be mortified if you weren’t shocked over the way it translated to pleasure so quickly to your brain.

Then he yanks the lacy underwear roughly down and off your legs, tossing it away as well. He pushes between your legs behind you, splitting your legs open, and his fingers seek your cunt.

He hums in approval, “So wet for me. Ready for me.”

You huff and pant.

He leans over your back, pressing you down into the mattress. “Are you eager for me?”

“Andy,” you whine.

“Say it and I’ll fuck you good, sweetheart.”

You don’t want to. You bury your face in the covers.

He slaps your ass again, and you yelp.

“Admit you want me to fuck you.”

Another slap.

Another.

“Yes,” you finally concede.

“To breed you.”

You gasp, but he’s already hauling you further up the bed, and he drapes himself over your back, arms caging you in on either side of your body. His legs push yours apart as he leans down to press kisses over your shoulder blades, at the base of your neck, along your spine. He uses one hand to guide the thick head of his cock to your leaking entrance. He doesn’t care to stretch you. “Take me in your cunt, sweetheart, it’s mine.”

The only mercy is that he slots himself in slowly.

You press your hands up against the headboard and concentrate on taking deep breaths, on trying to relax your walls completely, because he’s entering you, in you, filling you, unrelenting invasion and it’s pleasure and pain and too much and not enough because every moment of more fullness is exquisite and you can’t even think about holding back the sound he’s pushing out from your diaphragm, up your throat, and out of your mouth, because that’s how it feels as he's filling you.

Once’s he’s fully inside of you, he presses his mouth right next to your ear. “I’m going to fill this pussy with my seed.” He anchors one hand on your hips, then begins pull out, only so he can start thrusting back in. “I want everyone to know who you belong to.”

You’ve never had an orgasm only from vaginal penetration, but the way he fills you as he fucks you, and at this angle, making you almost forget to keep breathing, you wonder if this is how you’ll go, strung out as his cock punishes you with the pleasure, but then his hand works around beneath you and his fingers quickly find your swollen and aching clit. You cry out, and one of your hands reaches back to cling to him, fingers clutching into his hair. He nips at your neck, chuckling darkly.

“My pretty girl, my good girl, taking my cock so well, you close?”

An immediate, “Uh huh,” is all you can manage.

“Then let go,” he commands, pinching your clit harshly.

You see stars, and you cry out for him.

Hearing you scream his name and feeling you clench around him is all he needs, and he pumps his cum into you, saying more dirty, filthy, possessive things, but you don’t know what the words are, because you’re completely lost to coherency.

He sinks his full weight on top of you when he’s completely spent.

Both of you are silent while you come down, heartrates returning to normal.

You wait for him to say whatever he’s going to torment you with next, but he doesn’t speak.

After more long moments, he finally pushes up enough to turn you from your front to your back. He cups your jaw again and strokes his thumb over your cheek. Your breath hitches at the intimate gesture in the aftermath.

“Aw, why are you crying now, sweetheart?”

No, you didn’t want more tears, and not these - the soft tears. You try to look away, but he forces your face back to look at him.

“I would have slept with you if you’d asked, Andy, why did you have to do it like this?”

“Because this is so much more than that, sweetheart. I didn’t want to just sleep with you, and I needed you to know from here on out that you’re mine. I own you. I’m very particular about what belongs to me. I didn’t want you to have any illusion that there’s a choice here.”

He brushes the tears off your cheek.

“I’ll have my men move your things here in the morning, and we’ll elope in a few weeks. I’m closing the deal on a resort in Lake Como, doesn’t that sound perfect? We’ll tie the knot and then spend our honeymoon there – we can stay all summer if you want.”

You hesitate.

“No one else is gonna take care of you like I do. Now I asked you, ‘doesn’t that sound perfect?’”

“Yes, Andy,” you whisper.

“Of course, it does.” He finally kisses you – and it’s dangerously soft. Warm lips engulfing yours, insistent, sucking your bottom lip between his. You whimper, and he licks his tongue into your mouth, lapping you up. He rolls over with you, putting him back on the mattress with you on his chest. He holds you pressed to him with one hand, the other hand securing your head so you can’t escape his kiss until he’s done kissing you.

It isn’t until you think you might pass out from how breathless you are that he finally breaks off the kiss. He shifts his pelvis up against you, his cock hardening again. “And I was serious about you carrying my child. But first you’ll ride my face until I’ve made you cry for a good reason, and then I’ll fill you up with my seed. You’re not leaving this bed the rest of the weekend.”

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As you gaze up at him, he seems captivated by your doe-eyed and surprised face when he gives you a milky white pearl necklace. Neuvillette thinks that it indeed complements you. Never take it off, or your dear might think you didn't like it. It is evident that Neuvillette holds great affection for you due to your pleasant and joyful demeanor. When he visits, you may notice the rain mysteriously stops. He enjoys watching you blush and become shy when he compliments how your face glows in the warm rays of the sun.

Neuvillette warmed up to you so much that he revealed his long tail covered by scales which you say almost look the same as your mermaid tail. He doesn't think so but is nonetheless still happy that you are so kind and accepting of him. He enjoys having his hair braided and feeling the gentle touch of your hands. You even add flowers, telling him how pretty he looks. For the entirety of the day, he was flushed with embarrassment all because of a single sentence, but nobody dared to ask why his face was so red.

You made an attempt to provide him with some food, but in his diet, raw fish and seaweed don't exist. It's not like he didn't try. Your sad face made him gulp down an entire fish. It's merely not for his tastes, but he will never admit it. When you try to offer him some, he'll say an excuse like he already ate or wants you to eat it, not desiring you to be hungry any longer.

To be honest, Neuvillette couldn't obtain much information on mermaids from books and never met another one before meeting you, so when he tried researching their mating practices, there wasn't much he found that was useful. Neuvillette wanted to be in a romantic relationship with you but struggled to express his feelings, so he sought the help of someone who could assist him. That person was Wriothesley.

At first, Wriothesley thought it was a joke when he heard about Neuvillette's intention to court you. A man who shushes people in the theatre. A man who couldn't comprehend human emotions falls in love with a mermaid? Even though Wriothesley was confused, he agreed to help.

Neuvillette directed him to the location where you typically converse, and when he saw you, Wriothesley understood how Neuvillette had fallen in love with you so quickly. You gazed up at him with curiosity, fixated on his gleaming handcuffs. As a gentleman, he introduced himself but not mentioning Chief Justice. After telling you stories of his life (leaving out the parts that could disturb a kind and innocent soul like yours) and giving you compliments, bathing in the way you warmed up to him, and even agreeing to hold his hand, he asked you to not tell anyone what you talked about, not wanting Neuvillette to know that now he's enamored by you.

You agreed to his request, but only if you could have the bracelets from his hip. He didn't want to correct you on the 'bracelet' part, so he gave them to you and felt his heart beat louder when you thanked him with a lovely smile and told him to be careful.

The issue is the following day, Neuvillette came to visit the coast, you had the handcuffs locked on one arm, and he instantly understood who gave you that. When asked about the bracelets, without any reference to the agreement, you told him that you had admired them when someone visited the previous day and asked him if you could have them. Then the man agreed to your request and gave you the bracelets. Despite being a bit wary of Wriothesley for giving you a gift, he didn't let his emotion show, instead giving you a gift of his own.

A potion inside a crystal glass with a mallow wood cork sealing the watery-looking liquid. You pulled the wood plug out, and you would say that it has a flowery scent. It didn't have any label (it's not like you could read it), so you asked Neuvillette about it.

"It will help you grow legs, and now we can be together, love."

So you drank it.

Neuvillette didn't explain that from now you will have more human anatomy.

Eventually, after not bearing to not see you again, Wriothesley admitted to Neuvillette regarding his devotion towards you. Not being a human and not really understanding why would someone become jealous, Neuvillette didn't take it badly at all. He even agreed to share you. And now you were making love with them.

They didn't think that any of them would deserve to fuck your body, so they decided to eat you out and play with your smaller body until your brain became mush from the immense pleasure you experienced.

You don't understand how but Neuvillette eats pussy deliciously. He has your legs locked around his head while he holds your squirming hips in place with his pale strong hands, long and slim fingers groping the fat there. You don't even know how he made you come down from your high this many times. His lengthy forked tongue is inside your small hole or licking your cute clit. When you still had enough strength, your hands found purchase in his hair or horns resulting in Neuvillette groaning in your pussy, causing you to let out a cute and adorable sob.

If getting your cunt devoured wasn't sufficient enough, you got Wriothesley sucking and licking at your breasts like it's the last time that he will get to touch your precious body. His veiny and oh-so-big hand compared to yours, fondling your nipples or pinching them, causing you to jump and allow a high-pitched squeal to leave your sweet lips. But his hand also can wander downward and start to play with your clit, but not allowing himself to be mean and pinch it too. How could someone even act mean towards a kind angel like you?

After seeing you come undone again, squirting all over the judge's face, even Neuvillette couldn't keep his composure, and they desired to see you fall apart by their cocks. They sat you up, hands all over your plush body, greedily enjoying the feeling of you under their grasp. Both men pulled out their cocks, Neuvillette's lower one in your pussy and the upper nudging your cilt, and Wriothesley's in your ass.

You never had felt so full, not even after eating a whole day's menu.

At that point, your body became limp, only babbling about how good it is, and please don't stop. If you asked this nicely, who are they to deny their little angel's wishes?

The scent of sweat and cum filled the room, alongside groaning, moaning, and whining. You gradually started to feel the knot in your tummy, the pain of sucking and licking on your neck creating hickeys forced you to the edge, and with a cry, you came for the nth time. The way your walls abruptly tightened up caused the two men cum inside, filling you up to the brim, some dripping down on the covers.

When they pulled out, the exhaustion hit you hard. Your body collapsed on the sheets only to be picked up by Wriothesley, who carried you to the bathroom, where Neuvillette was already making a bubble bath just for you. Attempting to be more considerate, he even lit algae-scented candles, knowing how much you enjoy them.

You never have been this happy and blissful.

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Growing up as a ward of House Stark has been, for the most part, a positive experience. Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn have treated you as well as they treat their own children, or better than some, in Lady Catelyn’s case. Sansa admires your beauty and grace, while Arya admires your fiery personality.

That personality makes it all the more surprising to Lady Catelyn and Septa Mordane when you present as an omega. With Robb, Jon, and Theon all being alphas, and at the age where they wish to seek out a mate, Lady Catelyn worries for your safety. After consulting with her lord husband as well as Maester Luwin, a plan is formed to hide your omega status. You’re given herbs to suppress your scent, to disguise you as a beta. You don’t go into heat, thanks to the herbs, an added bonus of this little plan.

Robb is entirely dejected at your presenting as a beta. Society dictates that as the heir to a noble house, he is to marry an omega, giving him the best chance for furthering the Stark line. Robb has loved you since he was a boy, dreamed of marrying you, making you his mate, the mother of his children. You, with your sharp wit, your laugh, your beautiful smile. But now it can never be, and the thought frustrates him. Every time he goes into a rut, despite your status as a beta, it’s your face he imagines, your body beneath his as he takes what he’s wanted for so long as he fucks his own hand, desperate for release.

For your part? You adore Robb, but you fear what being bonded to an alpha would entail. The idea of submitting like that is entirely unappealing. And so you’re quite happy pretending to be a beta for the rest of your days. Perhaps you’ll even find a kind beta to be your husband, you muse, be the lady of a minor house and live out your days not in love but content.

Things go on this way until soon after Robb becomes King in the North, after the death of his lord father. He comes to you for comfort one day, seeking out his dearest friend, burying his face in your lap as he sobs, mourning his beloved father. You run your hands through his curls, murmuring that everything is going to be okay, that he will defeat Joffrey and get justice for what was done to his father. Robb is surprised at how easily he’s calmed by your voice, how gentle your touch is.

That’s when his suspicions begin.

He notices the special tea Maester Luwin has sent to your chambers every evening. However, one day? He overhears his mother speaking to the maester, both of them in a panic, stating that the ingredients for the brew haven’t come in with today’s supplies from the market.

That’s when your first heat comes.

Robb is surprised when you don’t come to the main hall to break your fast with everyone, questioning his mother if everything is alright. Lady Catelyn gives him a tight-lipped smile, stating that you are feeling unwell. Robb suggests that he should take your food to your chambers and is surprised at how vehemently his mother says no to him, that she’ll take it herself.

Robb remains in the shadows, following his mother to your chambers. And that’s when your scent hits him. An omega’s scent. Not just an omega, an omega in heat. Robb balls his hands into fists when he realizes the deception, hearing you speak to his mother in your soft voice that he so loves, asking how long this pain will last. Lady Catelyn explains that with you having been on suppressants since you were four and ten, this heat will be very difficult for you, that she will pray to the Seven to make it pass more quickly.

His heart breaks for you but at the same time, he feels entirely betrayed. How could you lie to him about your presentation? All he’s ever done is be completely honest with you, a loyal and true friend. And he thought you were the same for him.

Well, not completely honest, he supposes. He never did tell you how deep his feelings for you run. How much he craves you, how much he needs you.

When his mother leaves, he finds his way into your chambers, moving to sit beside your bed. You’re asleep, moaning in pain, feverish as you toss and turn against your sheets. It takes every bit of self restraint he has within him not to take you then and there. He rests a hand on your face, knowing an alpha’s company is the only thing that can soothe you right now, running a hand through your hair. You slowly begin to calm down, no longer thrashing about on the bed, rather, relaxing into his touch. He traces your cheekbones with his thumb, your nose, and the Cupid’s bow of your upper lip. Robb chuckles as your nose twitches in your sleep, disturbed ever so slightly by his touch.

“Sleep, sweet omega,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in his chest, “When you wake, we have much to talk about.”

When you wake, several hours later, you’re shocked to see Robb, asleep in a chair at your bedside, his hand holding onto yours. You gasp and pull your hand away, realizing he has learned the truth of your presentation. His presence is intoxicating, you realize, his scent as an alpha drawing you in, making you want nothing more than to give yourself to him. The thought terrifies you. Gods, you’ve never wanted Robb so badly as you do in that moment. 

In your haste to get away from him, you don’t even take your robe, running out of your chambers in your nightdress and slippers, unable to bear the thought of arguing with him, your dear friend. You run out into the woods just beyond the gates, without a thought as to what danger could lurk there.

Robb wakes minutes after you’ve gone, eyes going wide when he hears your distant footsteps as you sprint away. He lets out a low groan of frustration and begins running after you.

You weave your way through the tall trees, the cloak of night surrounding you. Your breath comes out in short pants as you continue running, unsure of your destination but knowing you need to get as far from the castle as possible. As far from Robb as possible.

You don’t hear it at first, the crunching of snow underneath paws, the low snarl that threatens to rip from the wolf’s throat as it approaches you.

When you turn and see it, leaning back on its haunches, salivating at the mouth, readying to lunge at you, you freeze. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, ready to accept your impending death. You make your peace with it.

Then, you’re surprised when Robb steps in front of you. Standing between you and the wolf, pushing you behind him. You’d always heard rumors of the Starks having a strange bond with wolves, and now, you see it, as Robb faces the wolf head on, his blue eyes locking with the wolf’s yellow. And the wolf, almost as though it were a domesticated dog, turns and leaves without another sound. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding and turn to Robb.

When Robb faces you, you realize that he isn’t particularly pleased with you at the moment, his mouth set in a straight line as he speaks, “What the bloody hell did you think you were doing?”

You open your mouth to speak, but words elude you. Robb stares at you expectantly, his arms crossed, those Tully blue eyes boring into your own. You clear your throat and speak.

“I was in heat and needed to get away from you, so I ran-”

“Into the fucking forest?” Robb scoffs angrily, tugging at his curls in frustration, his jaw clenched, “Seven fucking hells, I thought you were smarter than this! You could’ve died. Do you realize that? Not only did you run out here in nothing but your nightgown, you came out here alone, unprotected! It’s not only animals you need to worry about! You’re an unclaimed omega! What if some alpha had been here and found you? I can’t believe you’d be so foolish-”

“Stop calling me foolish!” you glare up at him, “I’m not some defenseless little girl who needs you to come to my rescue!”

Robb narrows his eyes at you in annoyance, “Oh? You’re not? So if an alpha hunted you through these woods, you’d be able to evade him? An omega in heat? Maybe on a normal day, yes, you’re quite fast, after all, but in heat? No.”

“I most certainly would!” you insist, your stubbornness getting the better of you as you argue with the Young Wolf, “I bet you anything that I could evade you!”

Robb’s eyes sparkle under the moonlight at your words, his lips curling into a small smile, “Anything?”

You give an emphatic nod, “Yes.”

“Then let’s wager this - if you manage to evade me, I’ll ignore I ever found out you were an omega, let you go back to pretending to be a beta.”

You look at him for a long moment before responding, “And if you win?”

“You let me claim you as my mate. You become my queen.”

You don’t think you’ve ever been as shocked in your entire life as you are right now. The two of you gaze at each other and again, his presence nearly overwhelms you with the state you’re in, thoughts of your heat having escaped you when faced with your life or death ordeal. After a moment of deliberation, you nod in agreement.

“Good. Now run, little omega.”

Robb gives you a minute’s head start and you sprint off deeper into the woods. The more rational part of you knows that you want to be Robb’s omega, his queen. But the stronger, more stubborn part of you doesn’t want some stupid alpha ordering you about and wants to continue being seen as a beta, even if it means giving up on being with the man you love.

You run as fast as your feet can carry you, hearing the snow crunching beneath Robb’s boots as he gives chase. And, as much as you hate to admit it, there’s something very enticing about this whole thing. About being hunted down by Robb.

“You can run, little omega,” you hear him taunt, “But you can’t hide. Not from me.”

His words send a chill up and down your spine, though it isn’t one of fear. Rather it’s one of excitement, of anticipation. You continue running, faster and faster until you reach a clearing. You gasp, realizing that you have nowhere left to hide. And soon enough, you feel Robb’s presence looming behind you.

He presses himself up against your back, murmuring in your ear, “Found you.”

You turn around and glare up at him, “I won’t submit to you.”

Robb gives you an amused smile, “I didn’t expect you would.”

“And if you ever try to command me-”

“Love, the only place where I’d presume to give you any orders is in the bedchamber.”

The tension between the two of you is palpable as you stare into each other’s eyes. His face is so close to yours that if you move even slightly, you’d be kissing him. Robb is the one who closes the distance, his lips crashing down onto yours, slightly chapped from the winter air. He wraps his arms around you, one hand tugging at your hair while the other squeezes the flesh of your ass. It’s no chaste first kiss, it’s something desperate and primal, the culmination of years of yearning and pining. Robb moves to lay down above you on the forest floor, shedding his own clothes, revealing himself to you.

Your eyes travel along his broad chest, his toned stomach, all the way to his cock, the tip of which is already weeping. And all at once, the feeling of your heat comes back to you, your adrenaline rush gone, and all you can think of is giving yourself to the alpha before you. He stares down at you, gripping your chin with his thumb and forefinger, smirking slightly.

“With how much slick is pouring from you,” he murmurs, “One would mistake you for a common whore. Is that what you are, little omega?”

You shouldn’t enjoy his words as much as you are, but all you do is let out a quiet whimper as he removes your nightdress, tossing it aside with his clothes. He kisses you, a bit gentler than before, but with just as much hunger, as you feel him push two of his fingers inside you. You gasp against him, your hips bucking up against his hand as he continues to move his fingers in and out of you, finally giving you the relief you so desperately wish for. He continues kissing you all the while, the heel of his palm rubbing against your pearl with every movement of his fingers, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Preparing you to take my knot, little omega,” he murmurs, “Such a tight little cunt, and all mine, isn’t it?”

You nod, moaning slightly, yelping when you feel him slap you between your legs. Your eyes go wide and your lips part as you stare up at him.

“Say it’s mine,” he demands before giving you another smack against your cunt, this time right on your pearl.

You whimper pathetically and cry out, “Yes, my cunt is yours, my body is yours, just take me!”

Robb chuckles darkly, returning to his task and working his fingers inside you over and over, pushing you over the edge as you squeeze around him, your slick drenching his fingers. Robb brings his fingers to his lips, tasting you, never taking his eyes off you as he does. You watch in awe as he speaks.

“Next time I’ll taste you myself. But I need you right now, and I think my wanton little slut wants to take my knot now.”

You let out a strangled gasp as he runs his cock along your center, grinning to himself, “Robb, please… Alpha…”

He pauses for a moment, looking you in the eyes, “Tell me if you want this.”

You nod, moving a hand to thread in his curls as you meet his eyes, “I need you, alpha.”

And he pushes inside you, letting out a throaty growl. His cock fills you so perfectly as he sheathes himself deep inside you, staying there for a moment. Robb lets out a low groan as he feels you squeezing around him, impossibly tight. And gods, it feels like the two of you were meant for this. He begins moving against you, reveling in every moan you let out, every mewl of his name, every whisper of “please, alpha”. His his snap against you as he ruts against you, your mind finally feeling clear after the fog your heat put it in. You gaze at each other as he thrusts into you over and over, his cock filling you to the brim.

You’re surprised when Robb lifts your legs over his shoulders, allowing him to fuck into you even deeper, hitting that spot inside you that makes you practically squeal his name.

“That’s right, scream my name. Scream for your alpha. Let everyone know you’re mine now,” he grunts, “Going to fill you with my seed. Watch you grow round with my pups, that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

You nod, whispering breathlessly, “Yes, alpha, please!”

His thumb moves to your pearl, rubbing it slightly, pushing you over the edge once again, white hot pleasure washing over you as you squeeze around him, triggering his own peak, spilling his seed deep inside you. He knots you, the two of your bodies joined in the most intimate of ways as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t want to be some submissive omega,” you say to him quietly.

“I’d never ask you to be,” Robb murmurs, brushing his lips against yours, “I want you. Omega or not.”

You smile up at him sheepishly, “Sorry about lying about it all this time.”

Robb brushes his nose against yours before kissing you again, “I love you.”

it has to be in the way that you carry yourself. there’s a melody that carries your steady voice when you speak. you have your head held high, posture straight and perfect like you’d been trained perfectly by an actual maid. yet you carry the poise of a royalty as you glide around the café. there is always a calm, practiced smile on your face. no matter how terribly customers are treating you—namely entitled bastards who think the maids and butlers are objects to grope and grab—you are always smiling back even if your words are dripping with potent poison.

you swoop in to save your coworkers from getting harassed by customers. you have a witty brain and a sharp, silver tongue that allows you to bite back with next to no effort. your words flow with a harmonic eloquence that steals his breath away. on top of all that, you’re so breathtakingly attractive. all that he ever wants is to lay his claim on you. somebody like you is hard to come by but he shouldn’t have a problem. not when he has power amassed over the passage of time.

he knows that a maid café like the one you work in is not a place for him. this café is far beneath him. a man of his stature should be enjoying fine dining and impeccable service. yet he still finds himself searching for an excuse to return every time just to see you. it is all for your sake, and one day you will know that you belong to him.

he knows that he can’t just jump on you instantly. he takes his time, luring you in with a smile to let you know that he means no harm. he keeps his distance so you wouldn’t mistake him for some common creep. he talks to you, treats you with respect. the more he gets to know you, the more he feels compelled to take you away and seal you in his luxurious domain where nobody can dare to ever hurt you. you’re his precious jewel. 

he knows that you don’t live in the maid uniform but a part of him wants you to. it has grown on him, per se. over the course of a few weeks he’s been appearing at the café you work at. he learned that you’re taking a gap year so that you can afford to pursue graduate studies in either snezhnaya or mondstadt. if you let him take care of you, you have no need to worry about the cost. or so, he would have told you. it’s the fleeting and brief exchanges that you share he tends to hold on to like a lifeline. he knows that his life is depraved without you.

“welcome home, master zhongli!” your silky voice caresses his cheeks in a tantalising bliss as you greet him at the door. his eyes widen in surprise when it clicks that you’ve addressed him by his name. tilting his head to the side slightly, he surveys your features and all he sees is a smile so fond that he can’t help but reciprocate it. he feels his heart skip a beat as you direct him to his usual seat by the floor-to-ceiling windows where he can watch people and buildings while he works. or at least, that’s what he told you. he’s really just watching your reflection in the glass while you work. “will it be the usual, master?”

yes, the usual. a warm matcha latte with a slice of mango lavender cake. it’s what you had recommended to him on his first visit to the café and he’s been getting the same thing ever since.

“yes, dear. thank you.” he watches as your eyes widen ever so slightly at the pet name that easily rolls off of his tongue. what surprises him is that he catches you beaming back at him; not in the same way you would give the common customer. perhaps he does have a chance with taking you as his. you leave his table with his order.

it makes his heart skip a beat to know that you have it remembered like the back of your adorable hands. the very same hands that he loves to observe as they set his cup and plate down on the table. your hands and wrists are so small and dainty compared to his hulking, calloused ones. you must have a moisturiser that you usually use to keep your hands so soft and delicate. he can’t help but wonder if his one hand would be more than enough to trap your wrists together to pin you in place. 

zhongli casts his glance beyond the window. it’s roughly just before midday, before the crowds would come in and distract you from talking to him. tuesdays are when the crowds aren’t as heavy as they would be on fridays or sundays. most of the time, it’ll be just as barren as it is right now. generous golden rays flood through the window panels, illuminating the minimalist interior. there are no more than four guests sitting in the café, widely spaced out and primarily minding their own business. he doesn’t mind being on his own, at least not until he’s able to talk to you.

after some time you finally arrive at his table with a wooden tray of his cake slice and drink. you set them right before him and he politely withdraws his arms from the table to allow you more space on this tiny table. it must be a rather amusing sight to see a lonely man of his size hulking over a quaint little café table.

“enjoy your food, master zhongli.” before you can leave, he stops you by calling out for your name. you freeze in your spot before your gaze finally rests on his face. to coax you into a sense of familiarity and security, the corners of his lips tug upwards into a gentle smile. “y-yes, master zhongli?” oh, how he is absolutely rendered powerless against your sweet, sweet voice calling him that. he has to fight the strong urge to steal you away in broad daylight, to take you on that petite table for everyone to see that you belong to him.

“care to join me?” you won’t say no. you can’t say no. he knows that you are aware of the position that he holds at this café. you are aware of his power; there is no way that you can say no.

you nod with a timid smile on your face. that’s it. you’re coming to your senses. you’re so obedient for him that his heart is palpitating at an unhealthy rate. gathering the skirt of your maid uniform, you tug it together so you can slide into the seat across him. you should know that he means no harm. a man like him can never hurt a pretty thing like you. he wouldn’t even dare think about it!

“how are you doing, dear?” his voice is low and deep, the baritone rumbling heavy in his chest as his large fingers wrap around the tiny cup. you relax in your seat and lean back slightly as if to convince yourself that it’s perfectly fine to engage with customers so freely. why, of course it’s fine. he’s no ordinary customer; everyone in this quaint café knows that. 

“well, i think i might have enough to start thinking about grad school now,” you begin with a shy chuckle. your gaze drops to your lap and you scratch the back of your neck. he smiles. you’re so adorable when you get a little bashful. taking a sip of his matcha latte, he waits for you if you have anything to add on before he speaks. to his pleasure, you do. “the problem is, it’ll take me longer to finish grad school. i only have enough for part-time studies because i’m really impatient.”

your comment garners light laughter from both ends. he places the cup back down on the table and tilts his head to the side slightly. he pretends to survey you, only wanting to take in your beauty. he loves the way your hair falls and frames your face. he loves the way your lips bow into a smile, the way your eyes can so easily be full of emotions one second and void of them the next.

“what if i told you that you would never need to worry about such menial things ever again?” he proposes, his words floating through the air and into your ears. he knows that he’s gotten your attention from the way that your eyes are glimmering at the thought of never having to worry about money. it makes his heart flutter knowing that this idea is making you happy. he never wants to put you in a tough spot. he adores you and he’ll do anything that eases any burden off of your shoulders. he is no longer married and his wife has sole custody of their kids. he has money and all the time in the world. now, all that he needs to worry about is you. “you do not have to keep this job if you dislike it. it just would not be your primary source of income any more.”

“that . . . is certainly an interesting proposition. it benefits me greatly. am i right to assume that you will be the one providing me the funds?” yet another thing that makes him completely enamoured by you. you move far quicker than the common folk and he loves that.

“what a smart little thing,” he chuckles. he can sense the heat rising to your cheeks as your gaze quickly averts elsewhere in embarrassment. he’s satisfied by how easily he holds such power over you. leaning back in his seat, he intertwines his fingers and let them rest on his lap. just let him take care of it all for you. a pretty thing like you has no need to worry about things like money. “you do not have to give me much in return; simply your presence and companionship.”

“so, a sugaring arrangement, to put it succinctly?”

“i would not call it a sugaring arrangement, per se.” he bitterly smiles. he would never like to call this blossoming relationship with you something like that. it will be built on the foundation of his love for you, but for now, he will settle for a simple euphemism. “a contract between two consenting adults based on financial and emotional need, i would much prefer.”

“sounds like a mouthful,” you grin charmingly and he reciprocates with a genuine smile. he shakes his head slightly in amusement. it would be fun to have you around. you’re so youthful, such a sweet darling for him. he knows you’ll be such a good addition to his otherwise lonely home. “so i suppose two weeks from now, i will be all yours?” he blinks at your choice of words, noting how it sends a sharp curl of heat straight to his cock. that’s right, you will be his.

“two weeks from now, you will be all mine, my dear.”

two weeks passed much longer than he had anticipated. it left him waiting and craving for you. it left him discovering some carnal desires he never would have thought of prior to this arrangement. he pictures you greeting him when he comes home should he decide to drop by the office, in a poor excuse of what should be a maid uniform. he pictures you glassy-eyed and warm-cheeked with a collar around your neck and his name branded into the expensive leather. he pictures you submitting entirely to him, for him to ravage and devour to his heart’s content.

“hello, master zhongli!” you greet him teasingly with a smile. you have met him at your agreed upon location and time—at the maid café that you work at when your shift is over. he knows that you have a habit of changing out of your maid uniform when you are done for the day. he doesn’t realise that he’ll be missing the uniform so dearly but this change in your appearance is nothing he would complain about, either. you look so comfortable in your clothing, and it boasts your personality. he adores how you’re able to be satisfied with such cheap cotton and fleece.

“hello, my dear.” he extends his hand out to you, a gentle smile of his own returned to you. you happily take it and as expected, your hand is so soft and smooth. his large one engulfs yours entirely when his fingers wrap around yours. no, he mustn’t let himself get distracted just yet. he has all the time in the world for that when you realise just how lavish and worry-free your life can be in his home. his gaze drops to your face, nervousness peeking through the crevices of your pupils. you’re so adorable when you’re vulnerable to him. he prefers you like that. he likes you like that. “shall we?”

you obediently nod. he guides you down the street, towards the richer part of the area, before stopping before a sleek black automobile. the pad of his index finger presses against what would normally be the manual key lock for the average car and it immediately hums to life. the doors of the cars open upwards and your first reaction is to gasp in surprise at the sudden movement. he quietly chuckles to himself. soon, you’ll be familiar with such rich technology that you wouldn’t bat an eyelid at such things again.

like the gentleman he is, zhongli helps you into the passenger seat and goes the extra mile to tuck you in safely and securely with the seatbelt. even though he knows that you can do it on your own, he wants to do it for you. you don’t have to even lift your finger. anything and everything will be taken care of by him and a whole array of butlers.

“are you excited, darling?” he notices the way you exhale softly through your plump lips. you must be swooning from the way he dotes on you so lovingly. he looks up at you through his lashes and you give him a small smile.

“more nervous. i’m not sure what to expect, to be honest.”

“no need to be,” he reassures you, placing his large hand over yours. his thumb swiftly swipes over your soft knuckles to reinforce that he has you, in every sense of the word, from this point forward. “i will guide you. you can trust me.”

you would be a fool to do otherwise. he can give you the world without batting an eyelid if you asked for it. there is nothing about him that you have to fear. he’s an older, more experienced man. he knows how to treat a pretty thing like you. boys your age wouldn’t know how to even look you in the eye correctly. he is there for you, and he will be there for you throughout.

after making sure that you’re neatly tucked into the passenger seat, zhongli climbs into his seat behind the wheel. there is no need for him to press a button; the doors of the car are immediately sinking downwards to keep both you and him safe. he hopes that the smell of fresh leather does not disturb you too much. he bought this automobile just for you before he realised that he doesn’t know if you have a license. at least you have one more vehicle to choose from in his garage.

“feel free to pick the music.” he gestures to the radio while he buckles himself into the seat. “you can connect to the radio through bluetooth.” simply explaining is not enough for him. he leans over until your shoulders touch, pressing on the settings icon on your phone screen and doing everything for you.

an unfamiliar tune fills the bass and speakers that surround the interior of the car. zhongli is not one to indulge in pop culture or modern music. he has no need. back in the past nor in the future; he has you, and your voice is just the melody he would ever need to listen to. part of him wants to enjoy this moment of solitude with you for the drive back to his lavish and lonely penthouse. another part of him wants to talk to you, to listen to your voice over this music, to know more so that he knows everything about you.

“so, zhongli,” you call out to him. now he feels guilty about not being the first one to speak. the volume lowers just enough so he can hear your voice clearly. he hums, eyes fixed on the road because he knows that if he looks over at you, he’ll be rendered immobile from your pretty eyes looking up at him. lord knows what he’s imagined with you looking at him like that. “what are we gonna do when we arrive at your place?”

it appears that he has yet to tell you what he truly wants from you. a smile that he hopes warms you up curls from the corners of his lips.

“of course the first thing is to make you feel comfortable. i am sure that the small apartment you live in has been subpar at most.” uh oh. you did not know that he has all of the basic information about you. your blood type, your ancestry, your immediate family members, your university, your current living quarters—all of the sort.

“how’d you know i live in a small apartment?” you question, though without a hint of malice.

“you do not remember?” he feigns familiarity, turning to look at you for a brief second then focusing back on the road. “you have told me that you live alone and that liyue city is not your hometown.” that’s a lie. that’s a lie and he knows it.

“shit, have i?” you laugh brightly and shake it off easily. his heart almost stops at how light and tinkling your laugh is. that’s a lie, but you don’t know it. “i must’ve forgotten. man, does working in a café make me so exhausted i forget things. speaking of, i’m so lucky i remembered to let my landlord know i’ll be moving out soon. i don’t have that many boxes so it should be a breeze.”

“do not worry about it, doll.” he turns the corner into the southeast of liyue city and deep into the richer province. lavish condominium buildings tower over the streets almost threateningly. surely it must be so daunting for you. “i will send movers and make sure it will all be taken care of. there is no need for you to even lift a finger.”

“you’re spoiling me too much, zhongli!” his name comes with a teasing lilt upwards towards and it sends a shock straight through his cock. he shifts slightly in his seat, thankful that he spots the silver building he lives in right ahead. “i can handle it, i promise.”

“nonsense.” his left hand reaches over to pat your thigh reassuringly. “i told you to leave everything to me, did i not?” you huff in defeat and fold your arms across your chest. he chuckles at your reaction. he has no need to turn to look in order to know that you look undoubtedly adorable.

the journey to his penthouse resumes with light banter and hearty conversations. you tell him all about yourself. it’s nothing that he doesn’t already know but it’s much sweeter hearing it from you than reading it off of black ink on a printed piece of paper. he’s not a lunatic so naturally, he reciprocates the favour by telling you about himself. other than the obvious that he is an unmarried man, he tells you that he particularly enjoys geology. it isn’t to show off his intellect per se, but there’s an unreadable expression when he tells you that he took a degree in said field because he wanted to some years back.

he holds your hand when he helps you out of his lavish car in the equally lavish parking lot in the basement. he holds your hand when he guides you to the elevator, when the both of you continue chatting and stand shoulder-to-shoulder inside of it. he holds your hand when your eyes widen and your jaw drops as the doors open to reveal a stunning penthouse.

zhongli leads you into his home and lets go of your hand almost with a sense of regret. what throws him off is the fact that you frown back at him and grab his hand with a sense of profound conviction. he smiles to himself. oh, you. so you know that he enjoys having you so close to him. in all honesty, his living arrangement isn’t the best thing to marvel at. sure, it’s somewhat expensive and has a compelling view of liyue city that stretches to the harbour, but it’s truly nothing much to him. he only got it because it’s been in the market for so long because people were too daunted by the sheer price. a pity, really.

he loves seeing you all excited, he really does, but now he really wants you to get comfortable in this place he calls home. what else can he do other than completely defile you and devour you on every surface?hands in his pockets, he follows you around while you do your best to be as polite as possible as you can, venturing the space. your comments don’t go unnoticed. it’s almost saddening how someone like you is not used to living in a space as extravagant as he does. you’re better than everyone else; don’t you know that? you deserve far better than everyone else and only he can give you all that you ever want and need. somebody of his stature deserves someone equal to him, and that someone is you.

all of these dangerous thoughts are clouding his mind. he wants—no, needs—to lay his claim on you. at the end of the day, humans are just beasts with superior intellect to animals, and this is just another primal urge that he needs to sate. he pictures you bent over his mahogany desk, taking his cock with the ghost of his hands on the curves of your ass. he pictures you with all kinds of toys used, making a mess out of yourself on your shared bed. he pictures you completely defiled and—

“zhongli?” he snaps out of his trance. were you saying something? he blinks several times and tries to ignore the dull burn in his veins. his gaze lands back onto you. “are you okay?”

“never better.” he squeezes your interlaced hands lightly. suddenly he realises that you’re both near the privacy of his room. his body is moving faster than his brain. in the blink of an eye, he has you in the confines of his most intimate space. he can’t remember the last time he allowed someone in there. “this is my room. we can share it when you are comfortable with it.”

“i don’t really enjoy sleeping on my own, so i think i’ll take you up on that offer sooner than you think.” is this you being bold? you look up at him with a bashful smile on your teasing lips and it tugs on his heartstrings a little. his free hand reaches to briefly brush his knuckles along your cheekbone.

“i will be waiting for that.” his gaze falls to your smile and he shakily exhales through his nose. his touch lingers on your cheekbone, carefully sliding down until he cradles the side of your face. it’s almost intriguing how you’re so small compared to him. it doesn’t matter if it’s just a few inches difference; you’re forever going to be his little darling. before he can control himself, he crashes his lips onto yours in a messy, feverish clash of mouth and teeth.

your hand leaves his to fist at his button-up. are you pushing him away? why are you pushing him away? stubbornly he grabs you by your waist and pulls you flush to his body, lips trailing down your exposed neck. he can teach you to not defy him. you have no reason to do so at all. all he wants to do is cherish you and protect you.

“z-zhongli, stop!” you gasp in alarm. he doesn’t stop. he backs you up until your knees hit the edge of his bed and you fall. “zhongli, please, i– i haven’t done this before. d-don’t . . .” your words stammer so cutely out of your mouth as you stare at him almost apprehensively. fear? no, no, there’s no reason for you to be afraid. he won’t hurt you. you should know that by now.

“i will not hurt you. just let me take care of you. you will let me take care of you, won’t you?” his hands land on your thighs. the fabric of this cheap denim irritates him to no end. again and again he tells himself, once you’re submitting to him, you’ll know that he wants nothing more than to bring you pleasure and all of the finest things in the world. “you are all mine, aren’t you?” his words ring throughout the expanse of his bedroom. you look so pretty sprawled out on the bed underneath him. your hair bounces cutely as he lifts you up with no effort to move you further back until your head is properly supported by his silk pillows.

zhongli takes your silence as submission and a pleased smile spreads across his lips. his hands slide underneath the oversized t-shirt that you wear. such poor material. he takes no time in grabbing the hem of the fabric and pulling it over your head, revealing your covered chest that your arms immediately obscure. a frown appears on his face as he tilts his head to the side slightly.

“there’s no need to hide from me, my dear. it’s just me. you know me,” he coos lightly. leaning forward, he captures your lips in a chaste kiss—this time sickeningly sweet and calm compared to the first time—before they start trailing down the expanse of your neck. you’re so stunning and he wants to show you just how much he loves you. with a tender grip on your wrists, one hand easily pins you down to the bed. he is right, they fit so easily in his palm.

the large man towers over your form with his knee dangerously close to your crotch. his tie is loose and tickling your lower stomach, buttons halfway undone and threatening to expose the skin of his torso. his hot mouth wraps around your clothed chest and your breath hitches. oh? did you like that? determined in making you break and submit wholly to him, he starts to further his advances. with his free hand, he pushes the fabric that constricts your chest and marvels at the sight of your nipples.

“look at you, baby. absolutely stunning.” he groans before latching his mouth around your chest once again. the warm, wet muscle of his tongue starts rolling at the nub and your body temperature starts to slowly hike up with every passing second. in between his index finger and thumb is your other nipple, calloused pads flicking and pressing gently to stimulate you further. he swathes his tongue over and over, cupping your chest until they’re so hard it hurts to touch. your body quivers underneath him from the overstimulation, whimpering his name shakily. out of concern, he pulls away and immediately rushes to cup your hands in both of his hands. “is there something wrong? did that not feel good, darling?”

“n-no, just . . . don’t want this . .” you don’t want to? so not the nipples then. nodding in understanding, he removes himself from your chest and begins to undo the button and zipper of your jeans with ease. thick digits slide between the denim and your soft skin, finally pulling off the cheap fabric and revealing you wholly bare to him, save for your adorable cotton underwear.

“i will take care of you, my darling.” zhongli settles his head in between your thighs, resting his cheek against your pillowy flesh. a gentle, strategic kiss is placed right on where he hopes your clit would be and he doesn’t fail to notice the small, wet patch. “you respond so well to me, my dear. your body knows that you belong to me, and that i belong to you. fate, is it not?”

your breath stutters as he slides his index finger between your underwear and wet cunt. curling it into a hook, he pulls it to the side before gently blowing at your drenched folds. he feels your thighs quiver in response. cute. a loud squeak comes from above and your hands immediately fly to his dark locks. the palms of your hand are pushing his head away from you and you keep muttering “no, no, no!”

he smiles to himself and chuckles, shaking his head. you’re so adorable when you’re shy. yet again he vows to you that he’ll take care of you well, that you’ll feel euphoria like never before. any time that you need to hear it, he will be more than glad to repeat these words because he will always wholeheartedly mean them. when he feels your cute hands withdraw from pushing him away, there’s a swell of pride in his chest from being able to reassure you so easily. see? you’re both such a good match for each other. so perfect.

it’s been so long since he has obsessed over someone like this, since he’s touched someone so intimately like this. all that he hopes for is to bring you pleasure.

beads of perspiration prickle at his hairline. the clothes that he dons are starting to become tight, constricting his movements and making himself more needy by the second. refusing to fall victim to his own lustful vices, he chooses to focus on what’s right in front of him: you. you and your shiny cunt.

he starts by tonguing at your hole. the warm, wet muscle prods and teases your entrance while his thumbs spread your lips apart. try as you might to clamp your thighs together, he’s far stronger than you are. he has you pinned down to the silk-blend bed sheets underneath with no room for you to squirm out of his grasp. sharpening his tongue, he starts to flick gently from your awaiting cunt all the way to your clit. finding the cute little bud is difficult, but the second you’re whimpering and your thighs are twitching a little bit more, he knows that he’s found it.

shifting the position of his fingers so that his index and middle fingers are exposing you to him, his right arm wraps around your thigh to place his large palm flat against your lower tummy. the calloused pad of his thumb quickly finds your neglected nub, slowly rolling it in circles. his topaz eyes are focused on the way you clench around nothing and he immediately shoves his tongue inside of you.

“z-zhongli!” your hips buck forward against his face and he languidly pumps his muscle in and out, reveling in your taste. the sounds that you’re making above him are straight up heavenly; just as he had expected from a divine beauty like you. any more and he knows he’s going to lose any remaining ounce of self-control. “o-oh, oh, shit! n-no, no!” you mewl, struggling to form coherent words. it sends a hot chill straight to his aching cock, begging to be touched and begging to be buried inside of your cunt.

you’re so warm around him; so tight and you taste sweeter than honey. like a man starved he alternates between licking your slick and spreading it all over your lips, and thrusting his tongue in and out of your. it’s a sensation that he’s never felt before, not even with his ex-wife. he mentally recoils. how dare he think about his wife when he has you sprawled out underneath him? you, a pretty little thing like you, who’s so much better than her in every facet possible?

“my dear, you taste so good.” the man finally comes up for air, panting hotly against your sensitive hole. “i cannot have enough of you, my darling.” his warm lips replace his thumb and wraps around your clit to suckle on it lightly, tongue rolling and flicking at the swollen pearl. this time, your reactions are much louder and stronger than the first time. using this as the perfect opportunity, he slides his middle finger into you. detaching his mouth to watch, lust-glazed eyes observe in wonder as you take him all the way to the knuckle.

“z-zhong . . zhongli . . .”

“do not say my name like that, my dear.” he hisses, pumping the thick digit slowly. slick drools all the way down to his knuckles, slowly trickling into the palm of his hand. he swallows thickly. “i will not be able to control myself if you do.” he needs to prepare you for his cock. he knows that he is rather well-endowed, and being the one to take your virginity, he will have to be as gentle as possible. that is, if he doesn’t accidentally throw caution out of the window.

as the sun slowly sinks into the horizon and basks the dull, grey room in a shimmering light, your naked body is glowing in gold. your puffy cunt has never looked more delectable. with your needy moans that fill his ears like a timeless melody, he’s more than eager to have you cum on his tongue and fingers that very moment. just how would you look like coming undone by his own hands?

a second finger joins the first and you whimper at the stretch. zhongli rises and peppers light, open-mouthed kisses from your lower belly, to your chest, up your neck, and finally one on your lips. he rests his weight on his forearm as he hovers over you, gazing lovingly into your tear-filled eyes. does it feel so good that you’re in tears?

“you are doing so well for me, sweetheart,” he coos, nosing at your cheek softly before placing another kiss on the same spot. “i have to prepare you, alright? just a little bit more.” you shakily nod, bottom lip quivering. you’re so obedient for him, such a good darling. he knows that he deserves you and nothing less, just as you deserve him.

he returns to his spot in between your legs, lips wrapping around the nod once again. your gummy walls are so warm and tight around him. no matter how far he tries to scissor and stretch you out, you grip him like a stubborn vice and it has him moaning around you in delight. your fingers tangle into his hair, grabbing his dark locks as if to pull him closer and he willingly complies. he curls his fingers, the tips trying to find the spot that’ll have you unravelling right before his eyes.

dark brows furrowed in concentration until you cry out his name, back arching into the air. ah, so that’s the right one. his eyes are trained on your face as your hips buck helplessly into his fingers, head thrown back and crying out for him over and over again. another digit enters you and you squeal from the bigger stretch. his tongue flicks and rolls at your clit, suckling and gently nibbling as he brings you to your orgasm. are you close? your walls are tightening around him a lot stronger this time and your entire body is quivering underneath him.

“z-zhongli, zhongli! f-feels too good, ‘s too good! i’m gonna– gonna c– zhongli!” your praise immediately sets his whole body on fire as you gush around his fingers, choking out sobs and shuddering as he slows down the reckless pace of his fingers. you look so blissful when you cum and it reminds him of the neglected erection that is constricted against his slacks.

“there we go,” he lets you ride out your high, letting you calm down before finally withdrawing his three fingers from your cunt. he removes his lips from your throbbing clit to allow himself an unrestricted view of his cum-coated fingers, mixed with your slick and his spit. zhongli rises to his knees, eyes glued to the shimmer on his digits before he takes his time to lap up your juices. an unrestrained groan rumbles deep in his chest as he collects all of it with his tongue, immersed with the taste of you.

“zhongli . . . d-don’t . . . no, need you . . . want your cock, please?” you whimper shyly. your chin tucks towards your chest in embarrassment as you spread your legs wider for him. two of your cute fingers reach down to pull apart your puffy lips. the innocently lewd action made his cock heavily throb in his pants and he had to hold himself back from moaning out loud.

“since you have been such a good darling for me, i will reward you.” palms splayed flat on either side of you, he leans forward and captures your lips in a searing kiss. you always taste so sweet and it always fogs his mind up with smothering thoughts of you. you impatiently grab at the fabric of his button-up, nimble fingers fumbling to take off his shirt while you desperately press yourself up against him. he can’t help but chuckle into the kiss, pulling away slightly to help you undress him. “getting impatient, are we?” when you fail to meet his eyes, his rumbling laugh fills the air at your sudden bashfulness.

he leans back to shrug the fabric off of his shoulders, exposing a well-maintained physique and a daring tattoo of a dragon snaking from his right forearm to his chest. large hands make quick work of his hermes leather belt, the golden buckle clicking as he finally rids himself of all of his clothes. at long last he stands naked with his cock slapping against his abs, the mushroomy tip swollen and a furious scarlet. his calculating gaze fall on your face as your lips part in awe. thick fingers wrap around the base of his cock and he inhales sharply to prevent moaning aloud.

“how . . how’s . . ‘s not gonna fit!” you shake your head slowly, eyes darting between him and his heavy cock. he knows you’re going to say that—gosh, he knows you so well. “y-you’re gonna . . gonna tear me apart . . .”“you are so silly, (name).” this is the first time he’s saying your name outright in the past day alone and it has you snapping your gaze to him immediately. “you will fit. we are made for each other, after all.” his tone is heavy and commanding that you can’t help but whimper and nod in agreement.

precious spherules of precum are drooling from his tip. ever the gentleman, he carefully scoops up your slick to spread it all over his cock and lube it up. he can never be too prepared. you whine from the brief contact and he can’t help but smile. when he is sure that he has been properly lubricated, he lines himself up with your entrance. you will be one with him and the idea of it alone has his cock twitching in his hand.

the tip of his head manages to barely make it past your entrance and you call out his name from the sudden stretch. a loud, guttural moan tumbles from his lips this time as your walls constrict so tightly around him. he swears that he’s stretched you out with his fingers, preparing you for the girth of his dick, so how can you still be so suffocatingly tight? inch by inch he goes deeper into your cunt and he has to take a second when he’s halfway in. he chokes out a gasp, eyes screwing shut as he slowly tries to inhale deeply.

“you are so, so tight,” he hisses sharply.

“t-too big! you’re tearing me– t-tearing me apart, zhongli!” tears spring from the corners of your eyes. “so . . . so big, ‘m gonna . . c-can’t!” the sight of you crying for him with his name chanted from your lips like a forbidden mantra unlocks something feral in him. he continues to push himself in further and deeper, with you moaning without restraint and going slack-jawed underneath him. your walls, while struggling to fit him in, are at the same time sucking him in like a vice. 

after a tremendous amount of burning effort from zhongli, he finally bottoms out with his testicles lightly slapping against the curve of your ass. his lungs are set ablaze from how hard it is to breathe now that he’s finally buried balls deep inside of you. slowly, he begins to shallowly thrust in and out of you so that you can get used to his sheer weight and size faster. his eyes snap open to look at your face and his cock immediately twitches.

your eyes are rolled back, drool mixing with tears as they drip down the corners of your lips. a layer of sweat thinly blankets your body with a glistening glow, nipples pert and chest heaving up and down from exerting your energy to be able to fit all of him in like a champ. naturally it only means that you’re due for a reward.

“such a good darling for me,” he groans softly into your ear. the palms of his hands slide to the back of your thighs to push your knees to your chest. carefully manicured fingernails burn half-crescent marks into the plush flesh, calves resting snug on his shoulders. he’s deeper now, he can feel it in the way his tip is kissing the roof of your cervix with every shallow thrust.

“s-so big, too– too big! so . . so deep, c-can’t anymore, zhongli!” you’re so cute like this, when you’re reduced to nothing but a mess of babbling incoherencies. you keep telling him that it’s too much and that you can’t take it any more but the pulsating flutter of your walls say otherwise. slowly, he starts to build up the speed of his thrusts, easing into it before he keeps at a steady pace. “z-zhongli, zhongli, zhongli!” 

locks of your hair bounce with every sharp thrust, his grunts heavy and quiet as he bites down on his bottom lip. a dull burn settles in the pit of his stomach, the muscles in his thighs aching and burning as he drinks in the sight of you being fucked dumb like this. you ceaselessly chant his name, head thrown back in ecstasy, fingers digging into the bed sheets and white-knuckling them. your gummy walls are so warm and tight around him, practically sucking him back every time his hips withdraw.

it’s a pace that melts his brain as he finally loses himself in the pleasure of your body. you respond so perfectly to him; you’re so pliant, so obedient. there is truly not a better sight than watching your cunt take him to the hilt. his eyes zero in on the way his cock disappears into your heat so effortlessly. he’s intoxicated with the amount of slick that coats his erection and his thighs, some of it even getting caught in the bristles of the rich, onyx hair trailing along his navel.

“did you know? it always makes me feel such vulgar things when you call me ‘master zhongli’,” he growls, mindlessly ploughing into you with reckless abandon. you feel too good around him. it’s intoxicating. you’re intoxicating. “every time, it ignites something inside of me that i can never ignore.”

“m-mas– master zhongli!” you scream helplessly before your words dissolve into mindless babbles.

this time, he has no reason to hold back. a dark shadow casts over his topaz eyes and he stills inside of you. with his steady grip on your body, he picks you up and flips you over onto your stomach. as soon as he’s sure that your cheek is flat against the pillow and your neck is supported properly, he completely lets himself go and piston his hips against yours with reckless abandon.

he watches as the flesh of your ass jiggles upon impact. the sound of skin slapping fills the room, lewdly amplified with your squeals, mewls and moans. droplets of sweat drip onto your back and shoulder blades as he growls menacingly. his left hand brings your hips down to meet his, heavy balls slapping noisily against your puffy lips.

“fuck, fuck!” there’s a coil in his abdomen that threatens to snap but he’s eager to make you cum once again. his free hand slides underneath your body to find your neglected bud. the calloused pads of his fingers lightly tap and roll at your clit, pulling more lustful reactions from you as your body twitches underneath him. “so fucking tight, do you have any idea what you fucking do to me? perfect little cunt, all fucking mine.”

“‘s too much, oh fuck! m-master zhongli please please please, m-mercy, have mercy!” you helplessly beg, gasping and sobbing into the pillow with tear-stained cheeks. if anything, it only makes his cock twitch and a dull burning sensation crawl down his spine.

“fucking a pretty thing like you—fuck!—‘s too good to be true, but your tight cunt is taking it so well.” vulgarities are freely tumbling from his lips as his body tingles, signing his own salute to come. he taps and flicks at your clit a little more to encourage you to cum. there’s no way he’s cumming before you do. “so perfect, all made for me, right? shit, will you cum for me, pretty? are you close? make a mess on your master’s cock, go on.”

“‘m gonna cum! gonna cum, can’t take it, gonna cum, gonna cum!” your walls flutter and gush around him, tightening and a choked moan leaves his lips. it’s a mere shy whisper compared to the sinful cries of his name to the heavens. zhongli finally stills with your hips flush against his pelvis as he finally reaches the peak of his orgasm. his body shudders, a weak whimper of your name breaking through his lips.

his cock throbs and pulses as he finally releases his hot load, spurting ropes upon ropes and painting your insides a milky white. he pants heavily above you as he stills, body burning with ache after exerting far more energy than  he thought. he makes sure to be careful not to touch any of your more sensitive parts as he gently turns you over while your bodies are still joined together.

“w-welcome—hic!—welcome home, m-master zhongli . . .” your glassy doe eyes blink up at him. crystal tears are caught in your eyelashes so beautifully like dewdrops after rain.

“home,” he breathlessly exhales, swallowing thickly with a soft smile. his hand reaches up to caress your cheek before he leans down to kiss you. it’s short and sweet but it lingers even when he pulls away, whispering softly against your lips, “i am home, my love.”

the first time zhongli saw you, he knows that he has met his match. finally you’re home with him in your arms. no longer will you need to worry about such material things like money or rent. he will take care of you for the rest of your lives together and he will make sure no harm ever comes your way. not even a graze or a scratch will befall you for he has laid his claim on you. for you are his, as he is yours.