"「愛」Identity V x Reader Oneshots"

Fan Wujiu 💄Y/n, the seamstress

SLIGHT NSFW

          "Hey, Naib," Emily called out, looking at the petite h/c-colored girl before meeting eyes with the mercenary, Naib. "What's up?" Naib asked, uninterested. "Have you noticed something about Y/n?" He looked at the seamstress, and immediately shushed Emily to the office before Y/n notices. "So you noticed," Naib asked. "W-well, she was containing the hunter, so she's probably shaken up. Maybe they did something bad to her, and didn't want to tell us," Emily reasoned out. "Nah, but if you stand close to her, she smells like some kind of tea and flower," Emily just looked at Naib, with a face that asked of his deduction. "Not in a creepy way!" Naib exclaimed with a red face. "Y-you'll see what I mean!" Naib exclaimed. "That's not all! While we were escaping, Y/n's neck have lipstick stains. Her lips are redder than before as well," Naib whispered. "Maybe some hunter is actually abusing her. Those could be bad hand marks!" Naib sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I give up," he sighed and walked out of the room.

          Meanwhile Y/n slowly glided through the halls, walking to her room, locking it, and sliding to the floor with a red face. The match went out unexpected, especially her containing the hunter was unexpected. It has been for the seven matches she had with that hunter.

           You were stuck in the locker, the hunter in front of you, trapping you between their body and yours. "W-wu Chang?!" you exclaimed, but he answered with a seductive whisper of "Call me Fan Wujiu, or Black, m'lady," he began to kiss your lips, holding both of your arms with his large hand, and his other hand, gripping your chin. "Do you like my new costume? I hope you do," he whispers, his pale long hands brushing against her chest until it locked onto the seamstress's two petite hands.  "No one shall know," he whispered before diving to her neck. He closed the lockers and immediately started their session.

          She immediately lunge to her bed. "Damn it!" She yelled to her pillow, rolling and about. "I should take a bath. I hope he didn't leave a mark." Unaware to her, to Naib's request, Eli had walked in, as Eli was Y/n's motherly friend. He was very, very concerned, as Naib had talked about a red mark on Y/n's neck.

          "I jinxed it!" She exclaims in the bathroom. Eli flinched. "That jerk. He even left lipstick stains! The nerve!" His worry overflowed after hearing the words. He immediately ran to the closet as Y/n was finished with bathing. Eli could see a small purple mark on his friend's usually (skin toned) skin. He gasped, and Y/n, who had sharp ears, had heard the subtle sound of her closet. She nears the door, trying to make a shape, and opens the closet, revealing his owl. "Brooke? We're you hear this whole time?" She asked, knowing well that she hadn't left the owl in the closet. "Oh well. I need someone to talk to, but it can't be Eli or anyone!"

          "I have a crush with the black guard. You know... Wu Chang? He'd tease me when I kite, it feels like he's actually containing me than me containing him! He'd keep me in the locker, kiss my neck, and my lips as if it were gumballs. We'd kiss for hours, until I was weak in the legs," you ranted. At this point, Eli was flabbergasted! "He'd tell me he loves me, every match with loving eyes. It made me happy..."

          "You won't tell anyone, right... Eli?" Eli flinched, and opened the closet. His mouth was open. "Y/n how did you..." She eyed his owl, before looking back at him. "Kind of weird how your owl got there, don't you think?"

          "Don't tell anyone," Y/n warned. Eli frantically nodded, as Y/n neared him. Just like Naib mentioned, she was heavily scented with Oolong tea, and peonies. "Promise me, you won't get hurt, okay? I'm supposed to protect you," Eli said, worry on his voice. Y/n chuckled, "Don't worry. I'm strong!" She then lifts Eli up, and placed him outside her room.