ღThose Momentsღ {Ficlet/Oneshot Collection}

♔His Goddess♔ ►Byakuran◄

Victory…

There she stood, her hands filled with the blood of the Vongola family whom Byakuran commanded [Name] to help exterminate.

She breathed heavy air in and out of her lungs as she saw the scenery of destruction before her. Pale bodies of innocent lives laid face-down on the cracked, dusty concrete; it sickened the [H/C] haired female.

Grunting behind her teeth, she throws her bloody weapon aside. “There! I did it, Byakuran!”

Desperate tears rolled down her dusty cheeks as [Name] fell down to her knees. A pale hand touched her trembling shoulder and she snapped up to find the person who promised her a new, better life filled with luxury and happiness after this victory.

“You did well, my little swan~” Byakuran cooed with that grin plastered on his face. He helped her back up to her feet, pulled his lover in a victorious hug and chuckled in pride now that he now obtained the Ultimate Power.

Byakuran cupped [Name]’s chin upwards for her to stare into those purple orbits that helped convince her take side with the Millefiore Famiglia.

“Now then, my sweet [Name], as promised I will grant you everything you deserve.”

***

[Name] smiled pleasantly as she leans over her golden balcony; the wind participated by showing off the luxury of her diamond-filled gown that sparkled when the sun rays hit the right places. Her [E/C] irises, of which were complimented by a perfect smoky shadow, scanned this new world taking place with Byakuran behind it along with [Name] herself, the Goddess of World Peace.

Her smile switched to a playful smirk as her silky waist became wrapped with the arms of her marshmallow loving husband. Byakuran pressed himself against her back to greet [Name] with a brief peck on her cheek. “[Name]-chan, you will anger enslaved women if you stand out here showing off~”

A chuckle became [Name]’s response and turned her head to tap Byakuran’s temple, glancing at the tattoo under his eye. “I’d rather be here than ordering people around," she said, "It’s such a hassle to easily intimidate random people.”

Byakuran usual fake grin switched to a slight frown and gracefully turns [Name] around to face him completely. She felt a slight tug in her belly seeing the sudden mood change in Byakuran’s piercing eyes. Holding her shocked face between his gloved hands, his thumbs gently rubbed circles at the apples of her cheeks.

“Do you know how it feels to be enslaved, [Name]-chan?”

[Name] jerked her face away, furrowing her eyebrows at the sound of his tone. “Tch! You-!”

Byakuran’s lips formed a sharp line but his pale violet eyes played a different message: the look of lust. The way Byakuran whispered those words felt as if he attempted a threat, but [Name] only took it as one of his many flirtatious ways to spice up her attitude.

Her [H/C] locks danced through the wind, causing her hand to brush stray hair away from her face, only to expose her sharp eyes and her toothy, rebellious smirk. “Oh, please show me what the life of a slave feels like, Byakuran…sama~♥”

Her diamond-twinkling dress was ripped off her body. Those beautifully pinned up [H/C] locks were now messy from the wine that Byakuran spilled over her head. Those pampered wrists that were adorned by golden bracelets were now bruised from the pressure of the handcuffs that pinched whenever [Name] attempted to move.

Her breathing was slow, but her body wanted it more. Bite marks decorated from her chest up towards her collar bone, causing her glistening eyes to swell with tears of pleasure from the treatment that her God ‘gifted’.

Bykuran’s lips formed a pleased smile as he froze at the crook of [Name]’s neck to admire the look of desire on his Goddess’ vulnerable face.

His lips only tapped the bare skin of her sensitive spot when she hesitantly gasped, peaking the torture of her wrists.

“Bya...kuran!” Her legs pressed together to pleasureable sensation of heat building in between her legs. Licking the bitten area, Byakuran smirked; he knew this was [Name]’s bittersweet area.

“I-I don’t like it when you bite me t-there-!” Her protests were interrupted by Byakuran’s index finger tappjng between her lips. Pulling her blushing face in to press foreheads against his, [Name] was dumbfounded as to how far Byakuran’s treatment continued to escalate; however, she trusted him enough to give in and let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Enough..." she huffed. Byakuran amusingly watched his lovely Goddess becoming full of her stubborn pride and cheekily poked the tip of her nose, only to receive a confusing look on the smiling girl.

“[Name]-chan, slaves don’t tell their masters what to do~”

[Name] swallows hard.

He was being serious. ♥