#lime lemon

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

This is during Ray’s route, so spoiler alert, I guess?

And technically an AU considering I added an element to her room…

July 10th - Ice Cube Cool Down - Mr. Saeran x MC

Mr. Saeran was in a terrible mood. The sweltering heat of the day could irritate the most patient of people, and since his change, Mr. Saeran was anything but patient. Since noon, he had been stomping around the grounds, between angrily pounding at his keyboard and yelling at other believers. When he finally made his way to the specially locked room, none of the other residents of Magenta envied his Toy.

The girl flinched when her door crashed open, but when she saw who it was, she didn’t move from where she was on the bed. She was lying on her side, admiring the wilting flowers on her table and trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in her stomach, trying to forget the stifling heat of the windowless room. He hadn’t allowed her breakfast or lunch, and while she hoped he would bring something for dinner, she knew the best she could hope for was stale bread and tepid water.

“Uggh, it stinks in here,” the white-haired hacker growled, passing a hand over his face, “The heat makes the stench even worse…”

He means the opposite. He means the opposite, she thought to herself, her mantra since her darling Ray had drowned in green elixir, He doesn’t mean it. He doesn’t mean it.

Mr. Saeran slammed the door behind him, locking it securely. The girl on the bed slowly sat up, noticing that he was holding a glass of something.

“Are those…ice cubes?” she asked, her voice hoarse as the question made its way past her cracked lips.

“What if they are?” he sneered, stalking across the room to her.

Before she sat up completely, his hand was around her neck, pushing her back down onto the bed.

“You thought I would bring you a treat?” he spat, “Stupid toy! It’s so hot, it must have destroyed what little brain cells you have! What makes you think you deserve ice?”

He hauled the girl by the hair to the centre of the bed, and reaching to the bed posts, Saeran pulled out two lengths of leather that had seen good use since he had made her his plaything.

“Ray, wait-“

She tried to slow him down, grabbing at his wrists, but she was so weak from hunger, he easily swatted her away. Even with one hand holding the cold glass of ice cubes, he made quick work of tying her wrists with the leather, pinning her down to the bed.

“How many times do I need to tell you, Toy? Ray is gone. He’s left you and now you’re mine.”

“What are you going to d-“

Stifling her mouth with his hand, he glared at a spot just behind her ear. He never looked her straight in the eye, she noticed; whenever he accidentally did, he would get even more unstable and abandon her in moments.

And, curse her pathetic heart, she didn’t really want him to go. He might be rough with her, but he never actually hit her. And even if he wasn’t really her Ray, she still wanted him close. There were moments in between the screaming and throwing items around her room, where he would pause, and she would get glimpses of…something. He wasn’t Ray, anymore…but the monster that he became wasn’t really him, either. There was something more in Saeran, and she wanted more than anything to reach out and draw him to the surface. And she couldn’t do that if he left her alone.

Saeran frowned when he saw there was no place to put his glass, then with a cruel grin balanced it right in the centre of her chest, on her breastbone just beside where her curves began. It was cold! Too cold! His hand muffled your gasp, but his lips curled higher when he saw your eyes widen and your legs spasm in shock.

“What, Toy? Doesn’t that feel so much better than the heat?”

Taunting her, he ripped the front of her dress open, buttons flying across her bed, exposing the rest of her body as he tore the dress completely open. He tugged her bra down, releasing her breasts, and cupped one in a greedy, possessive grip. His hands were still cold from the glass; again, she gasped, but they could both hear that the sound wasn’t completely born from pain.

“You filthy girl,” he sneered, squeezing her breast and easing another moan out of her, “I only wanted to chill you, but you’re actually enjoying this?”

She shook her head to deny it, then flinched when a freezing drop of condensation slid down the side of the glass, splashing against her skin.

“Bad girl,” he growled, releasing her mouth and taking an ice cube from the glass, rubbing it against his bottom lip pensively, “You know you should never lie to me.”

She opened her mouth to maybe deny it, or beg for mercy, but as soon as her lips parted, he pushed the ice cube into her mouth. Instinctively, she closed her lips, her teeth clicking around the ice before he could try to take it away. It was life-giving water and she could almost cry at how refreshing it was.

But Saeran hadn’t wanted to show mercy; he had wanted her silenced, and he had succeeded. His hands moved to play with her breasts, her nipples already erect from the cold. One was a little shyer than the other, much to his disapproval. He took another ice cube, the glass ever balanced on her chest, and traced a lazy circle around her areola; she whimpered at the intensity, but his eyes darkened as he watched her nipple perk up.

“You may be a useless fool, Toy, but it is fun to make you squirm,” he muttered, dragging the ice cube over her tip.

She wanted to cry out, but she would risk choking on the cube in her mouth. She wanted to turn away, to ease the sensation even a little, but then the glass might tip. So, she stifled another yelp, her legs twisting this way and that, trying to subdue the heat that was pooling between them.

He finally released her other breast, but to her chagrin she saw him take another ice cube from the glass. He was running it through his fingers, as if trying to figure out what to do with it, while he continued to torture her nipple with swipes of ice. She wanted to shut her eyes, to not watch what he would do to her next, but when she tried it, every touch and every icy drip felt even more sharp and intense. Better to watch and expect the teasing, she decided, turning her agonized gaze back to her captor.

She relaxed a little when Saeran popped the ice cube into his own mouth. He must be hot, too, she knew; maybe now that he had something to drink, he would calm down. Instead, he lowered his body against hers, his mouth coming down to latch around her nipple. She gave a choked cry, fingers clawing at the open air, unable to break free from the leather straps at her wrists. She felt his icy tongue tease her sensitive nub, then suckle while the ice cube played in his mouth. Wet warmth and freezing cold played at both her breasts, exquisite torture that made her head spin. It wasn’t until he pulled back that she realized she had been screaming; the ice cube in her mouth had disappeared without her realizing it.

“Shut up!” he snapped, putting both half-melted ice cubes into his mouth, then shoving your lips against his. A rough, bruising kiss, and when her lips parted, both pieces of ice slipped through; again, she was silenced.

Through a thick, hungry and lust-filled haze, the girl could hear the glass tinkling again, and sharp cold surprised her just above her bellybutton. Saeran moved down her body, sweeping the fresh ice cube left and right across her stomach, distracting her so she never felt him remove her damp panties. It wasn’t until the ice cube was at her mound and he had hooked her thighs over his shoulders that she realized what he was going to do.

“Nnn!!” she tried, legs spasming, but deep down, she wanted him to keep going, and he was very determined to splay her legs open for him to feast.

He rested the ice cube just over her pearl, close enough that she could feel the cold, but not enough that it would hurt her. Even he knew that an ice cube on her clit would be too much for her, especially in the dripping, needy state that she was already in. Her breath quickened in anticipation; she couldn’t see it, but she could feel a drop of melting ice already starting to slide down. Her eyes squeezed tight, feeling tension mounting as the icy water slowly grew bigger and bigger, teasing towards her clit, the sense of almost being touched making her head spin. Whether she wanted it to drip and sting her with its coldness, or whether she wanted to avoid the overwhelming sensation, she wasn’t sure.

Then, just when she should she couldn’t take it anymore, Saeran buried his face into her pussy, sloppy as he spread cool, melted water wherever he could feel wet velvet against his tongue. He didn’t try to be neat, or have any modicum of finesse; he wanted her to feel everything, both painful and pleasurable, and he wanted her to feel it now. With every twist of his tongue, every drop of icy water, even his fingers as they greedily pushed into and writhed in her core, he wanted to tear ecstasy and need and moaning and rapture out of her. Even as he felt her buck and try to break free of him, he devoured her, head shaking back and forth as he hunted for her release.

He wanted her to feel the intensity that he felt when his eyes met hers. He wanted her to cry. He wanted her to gasp. He wanted to hear her beg him for mercy as she screamed his name.

He wanted her shattered and undone and unable to function without him.

So he suckled and nibbled and impaled her on his fingers, never relenting until his goal was achieved.

—————

Hours later, he stood over her, her spent body curled up on the bed. He had pulled the blanket over her bare form, the starlight the only witness to this tiny show of kindness that she would never remember.

It had been such a hot day. But she had refreshed him.

And yet, already he craved more of her.

“…disgusting,” he grumbled, pulling his clothes back on, “Pathetic fool…”

He stalked out of the room, refusing to look back, to examine her sleeping face, to watch her dream and breathe easy.

Refusing to acknowledge that he wished he could stay with her.

I need to sleep, so I did not read this over. ✨

July 13 - Clockwarming in the Car at the Drive-In Theatre - Vanderwood x MC

She had wanted to be able to spend more time with Vanderwood. He was away on missions so often, they rarely got to meet in person as it was. She had tried so hard to get him to open up to her, and after petitioning for months for him to train her to go on missions, she had been ecstatic when he finally agreed.

But this wasn’t the training she was expecting.

“Remember: not one sound,” he murmured behind her ear, “You need to be perfectly silent.”

Panting lightly, she nodded her understanding, but in the crowded drive-in theatre, it was taking everything in her to stay quiet with his cock completely sheathed inside her.

Sitting in his lap, sandwiched between Vanderwood’s strong, battle-hardened body and the car’s steering wheel, she couldn’t see his face. But she just knew he was grinning sadistically at her. He shifted his weight in the driver’s seat, forcing her to feel him grind into her pussy; she had to bite the leather of the steering wheel to keep from whimpering.

They were watching some kind of action movie; she had forgotten which one. She had been completely oblivious while he had outlined her “training.” All he had told her that evening was that they were going to the drive-in, and she needed to wear a skirt.

“If you come with me on missions, you have to know how to stay hidden,” he said, parking his car in the middle of the lot.

“I can protect myself in a fight,” she pouted, as the lot started to fill with other cars, “Or at least, you could teach me how.”

“That will come in time,” he chuckled, “But first you need to know how to keep under the radar. And one key skill for staying hidden is being quiet. So, for the entire movie, I want you to be completely silent.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“That sounds so easy.”

“Mm, I won’t make it easy.”

“Oh? You promise?”

He had chuckled at that, but merely shrugged in response. He let her get comfortable in the front seat while he held her feet in his lap, massaging them idly while they waited for the movie to start. When the previews began to play on the huge screen, Vanderwood’s hands began to wander up his girlfriend’s legs, rubbing soothingly as they travelled up. When she turned from the screen to make a comment, the sight of him looking directly at her, a single finger on his lips in a shushing motion, made her pause.

Ah…he really meant completely silent.

Well. She would show him.

She pretended not to care as his hands reached the hem of her skirt. She was going to win this training, knowing that he had absolutely no faith that she would succeed. Her eyes were trained on the movie screen, but she could feel his long fingers exploring the fabric of her underwear; with a sly look to the side, she grinned when she saw Vanderwood’s eyebrows shoot up.

Oh, yes. She was wearing a thong.

Vanderwood’s smile turned absolutely feral; with a flurry of movement, suddenly she was in his lap, still facing the screen but now caught in his grasp.

“Good girl,” he whispered approvingly, reaching around to tease her slit, “This makes things that much easier for me. Ah-”

Seeing in the rearview mirror that she was about to speak, he covered her mouth with his free hand to quiet her.

“I said you needed to stay silent. Not me,” he said sternly, pinching her cheek lightly, “This is your only warning.”

She pursed her lips, a little annoyed at the unfairness of it all, but nodded her agreement anyway. Kissing the back of her neck in approval, Vanderwood went back to exploring his girlfriend’s body with his hands.

He didn’t tickle her. That would have been too cheap of a move. No, he slowly palmed every inch of her body, first over her clothing, feeling how the fabric fit against her every curve, discovering where cloth chose to cling and where it stayed loose and moved with his fingers. The movie had already started by the time Vanderwood’s hands had made their way underneath the girl’s clothing. Her body was awake and warm; she wanted more of his touch, but she couldn’t ask for it, whenever she tried to guide his hands, he placed them firmly against the steering wheel.

It was when he started playing with her breasts that their game started to get difficult. She almost squeaked when he started teasing her nipples. Almost. When he began to squeeze and grip her more firmly, she could settle for panting; it was soundless enough that he didn’t declare her training over.

But she was distracted enough that she never heard the fly of his pants open; it wasn’t until he felt his erection against her slit that she realized he was going to change his tactics.

She wanted to prove herself to him. She did not want to fail the training she had begged for.

So when he pulled her onto his cock, burying himself into her inch by inch, stretching her wide and making her take him to the hilt…she gritted her teeth and refused to make a sound.

She tried not to think of how hot he was.

She tried not to focus on how full she felt.

She wished every fibre of her being wasn’t aware that he was pulsing inside of her.

She waited for him to move. She knew if he started thrusting that it would be over for her. She could feel herself dripping around his erection, both of her mouths drooling for him.

She knew she would lose, but she wanted him to move, damn him!

And yet instead, Vanderwood held still. Instead of coupling with her, he held her in his arms, nuzzling the back of her neck and shoulders, kissing what exposed skin he could reach. His hands went back to wandering, slipping underneath her clothing and toying with her. But his hips remained still, and when she tried to move, he held her tightly down, tsk-tsking her efforts to soothe the ache that was growing within her.

“I told you I wouldn’t make this easy for you,” he reminded her in low tones, chuckling when he saw her knuckles whiten as she gripped the steering wheel, “Now, since you’re doing so well, I think I’ll grant you a favour. There’s a sex scene just before the end of this movie. If you’re very, very good…” he licked the shell of her ear and revelled in the way she tightened around him, soundless the whole time, “…we could practice hiding in plain sight, adding our sound to theirs.”

“Do you think you can handle it?”