#(but only the FARTHEST strawberries)

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At today’s meet-and-greet there was a container with strawberries and pineapple

And I love strawberries and I HATE pineapple (even more than I love strawberries) so I was like

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Overindulgent

IVE Jang Wonyoung x m!reader

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“Chocolate or strawberry?”

It should have been a simple question to answer.

As simple as naming a favorite color, most people would have no trouble answering without hesitation, based on preference or what one was in the mood for. Milkshakes were the perfect treat, universally loved and the best thing to have on a hot summer day, especially after a grueling two-hour, forgettable class.

But most people weren’t Jang Wonyoung. “Two flavors? That’s all?”

Around her, nothing would ever be simple. If you asked her to name two numbers, she would find some justification to add a third.

“Sorry, princess,” you said with obvious mockery in your tone. “That’s all there is. But you can add toppings.”

“If one of those toppings isn’t mint, then I don’t---ugh, fine. Strawberry.”

Wonyoung audibly sighed when she grabbed her pink milkshake, sitting down at one of the white leather booths in the farthest possible corner from everything as could be.

She looked unsatisfied even before her first sip, and lifelessly stirred the creamy concoction, hoping to somehow conjure up something more appealing. Wonyoung had very specific tastes, and didn’t particularly care for stepping out of her comfort zone.

Watching for her reaction, Wonyoung made a loud slurp through her long red straw set amidst a sea of sugar. “How is it?”

“It’s too sweet.”

Of all the possibilities in the world, nothing prepared you for that one.

“It’s a milkshake…” you said with a furrowed brow.

Yujin introduced you to this particular place. Two straws, one big chocolate milkshake, and an elated look of bliss on her face later, and she was slurping it down until nothing but air filled her straw. So it was only natural that you’d invite Wonyoung here with the same expectations. That was your first mistake.

“Well, it’s too sweet.”

Incredible.

Being seated across the booth from Wonyoung felt like you were part of a failed science experiment, because every sip taken came with a different reaction, like she expected her opinion to change. When she wiped bits of whipped cream from her glossy lips, the growing disdain on her face didn’t disappear with it.

Who knew you'd located the sole person in the entire universe who disliked milkshakes? That alone was an achievement worthy of a medal or plaque to proudly display on the fireplace for all to see.

“Here, you finish it,” Wonyoung said, verging on demand as she slid it across the table next to your half-finished chocolate shake.

“But I already have one. And this is plenty,” you replied, taking a long sip, and savoring the sugary bliss to help ease the pain of your astonishment.

“Ugh, fine. Just throw it away. I paid for them both, but I don’t even want to look at it anymore.”

“No---wait. I’ll save it for Yujin. She loves sweet things.”

“Fine. It’s a good thing I brought my car then. Wouldn’t want it to melt. I’ve seen how much she enjoys swallowing creamy thick liquids down her throat…”

Something so uncharacteristic caught you off-guard. Jang Wonyoung was many things: bossy, spoiled, infuriating more times than you could count, but lewd jokes that sprang from nowhere without so much as a smirk? Not what you expected today.

Wonyoung slid out of the booth and made for the exit. You followed behind, both milkshakes in hand, and took turns sipping from each one, enjoying the unique flavors each brought.

“I can’t believe anyone likes those things. They’re just sugar.”

“That’s why everyone likes them. But that would assume our little princess actually knew how to enjoy anything.” That remark caught you in her deadly gaze, but you didn’t hold back the smile on your face, perhaps to your detriment.

“Keep that up and you’re walking home.”

“Oh, come on, princess. We both know you enjoy my company too much. It’s not my fault you can’t take a little joke.”

“Is that so?” Wonyoung entered her black, two-door sports car and closed the door with yet another icy glare. Seconds after, you grabbed the cold metal handle and opened it, to no avail. Without success, you tried again---but the door didn’t budge an inch. Tapping on the window proved as pointless as offering Wonyoung another sip of milkshake.

“Wonyoung---“ Ignoring any attempt you made to grab her attention, she instead revved the engine in succession and avoided your gaze with every stomp on the pedal.

Surely, she wouldn’t---

“Come on, this isn’t funny. Just open the door.” The door handle might as well have been fashioned out of paper and glued on, for as useless as it now was. After trying one last time, Wonyoung cracked open the window just enough to speak.

“It’s not my fault you can’t take a little joke.” That was the last thing you heard before her tires squealed and she sped off without looking back.

…she would.

Guess you were walking off all that ice cream.

You still couldn’t believe it. Wonyoung wasn’t a stranger to your teasing, but never took it so seriously before. On the plus side, at least the ice cream shop wasn’t more than a twenty-minute walk from your place. Well, it wasn’t exactly your place, and you just had the privilege of living in a luxurious high-rise apartment that had Wonyoung and Yujin’s names on the dotted line.

Ten minutes from campus, the loft came fully furnished with an always stocked fridge, a gorgeous pool, spacious bedrooms, and one of the best views you could ask for, while also saving you from the nightmares of dorm life.

Quite contrary to your first year of college spent in a shoe-box sized room, an uncomfortable bed, and a quiet, messy roommate, always there when you needed just a minute to yourself. It taught you a valuable lesson to never underestimate the value of privacy.

Maybe a stroke of luck that at the end of that semester from hell came your first encounter with Yujin. Tucked away in a secluded corner at the library, she recognized you from class and offered to help study. One study session grew into two, which turned into three, then led into several sessions over coffee every week, until you were seeing each other virtually every day.

Over time, the two of you got closer, meeting without the pretense of studying. Then one day, the books got tossed aside, and the only thing being studied was how far Yujin could ram her tongue down your mouth.

You learned early on how difficult it was to say no to Yujin. Whether you were in the middle of the library, taking up spots on the packed couches, the always crowded student center, or right by the administration office, no place was off-limits for an impromptu make-out session. Eventually, those steamy make-out sessions migrated to Yujin’s place, where your first encounter with her younger roommate Wonyoung took place with your pants and underwear around your ankles.

You didn’t know what was more awkward, the act of being caught in the middle of Yujin blowing you on the couch, or that Wonyoung stayed for the entire show. And that was your first lesson about Wonyoung and her voyeuristic tendencies.

The two of them were the best of friends and never strayed far from one another outside of class. But Wonyoung loved to watch your sex-crazed moments with Yujin, insisting that she wouldn’t get in the way or be noticeable. Which, true or not, could never be something you grew used to---the younger of the two sitting silently inches away, lurking like a cat in the shadows when you ate her out on the kitchen counter, while Yujin rode you on the couch, or whatever other outcome that ended with the both of you covered in sweat and panting heavily.

Months later, you were moving in at their behest, which made sense when you spent most of your time there. Any offerings to pay your fair share of rent were denied, as both of your new roommates were very well off with no financial concerns. Nevertheless, your infinite methods of pleasuring Yujin more than made up for it.

So after settling in, (which took some time for you to grow accustomed to waking up surrounded by luxury), you couldn’t be more thankful, not only being freed from the burdens of rent but also from the tortures of dorm living, and the three of you grew inseparable.

Mostly. Because when Wonyoung was in a bad mood, the whole universe knew about it. Making her the butt of jokes was your way of chipping away at that stuck up attitude, but it had never backfired quite spectacularly like this.

As you neared your shared loft, a tremendous sense of relief filled your body, but did little to dissipate the anger that pumped through your veins. Overheated, sweaty, and stuck holding a milkshake that no longer met that definition, the only thing that cooled your temper (quite literally), was the frigid blasts of air-conditioning that hit you when you stepped through the front door.

“Oh, look who it is. Enjoy the sun?” asked Wonyoung when you stepped inside, lying at the end of the L-shaped gray couch. Sporting a smug smile on her face, she folded her arms, and leaned back into the cushions, completely oblivious to the daggers you stared in her direction.

“Daddy, you’re home. Where were you?” Yujin asked as she approached closer, embracing you in her arms, and planted a kiss on your cheek. “You’re all sweaty. And you’re burning up, too.”

“Maybe you should ask her.” With gritted teeth, you stared a hole into the petite woman sprawled out on the couch cushions, face buried in her phone without a single care in the world.

“Wonyoung?”

“Yes, unnie?” she asked, reluctant to look up for even a moment. Too obsessed with her phone, Wonyoung wouldn’t even notice if the house was on fire.

“Weren’t you two together? Why did you make it home first by yourself? And why does daddy look like he just ran a marathon?”

“Hold on, I almost have enough jades for another pull.”

“Jang Wonyoung! Answer me. You’ve already spent enough money on that stupid game.”

“It’s not stupid, you’re just bad at it. Don’t be jealous because I have better characters than you.”

Yujin let out a heavy sigh while a frown formed on her face, torn between scolding Wonyoung or ensuring you were alright.

Meanwhile, you hurried to the refrigerator out of fear of passing out and downed a bottle of water, but left just enough liquid to pour over your head, running your fingers through wet hair to cool yourself off more.

“Daddy, what happened? Why are you so tired?” Yujin asked, entering the kitchen as she turned her attention away from Wonyoung.

“Because this fucking brat ditched me.”

“Listen here, asshole---“ Wonyoung finally sat up from her phone, tossed it aside and clenched her fists, the swelling rage in her eyes overtaking her body.

“Hey, stop that. Both of you,” Yujin said, rapidly losing control of the situation. That sweet voice of hers could soothe an entire forest fire, but here, it held zero sway when your bickering became like two rams butting heads.

“What’s the matter, princess? Your servants haven’t arrived to cook your five star meal and clean your throne?”

“Daddy, that’s enough,” Yujin warned, trying to tug at your arm while making herself a barrier between the two of you.

“I don’t get what you’re upset about. Don’t you love the outdoors? Like when you made me walk in the woods for hours? I told you, I hate bugs.”

“What a shocker, you hate everything! Rain, milkshakes, anything that isn’t you being pampered---“

“Enough!” Yujin said as she slammed her fists on the kitchen counter, making the cabinets shake. “You’re both in university, aren’t you? Or did you suddenly enroll in preschool? Because you’re both acting like children.”

The house grew eerily silent. After getting a second bottle of water, you leaned against the refrigerator and sipped it silently as your body tensed up.

“Wonyoung, I want you to apologize,” Yujin said, lowering her voice as she tried to control the chaos.

“What?” she scoffed, sinking back into the couch as she squeezed her phone tight. “Why? I didn’t do anything.”

Yujin clenched her jaw as she took a deep breath. “Apologize. Now.”

“Of course, you always take sides with him. Just because daddy has a nice cock doesn’t mean you have to agree with everything he says.”

“This isn’t about sides. This is about resolving a situation that I wasn’t there to handle. I want both of you to apologize. You’ve both been living together far too long to have childish arguments like this.”

“Absolutely not. I won’t apologize when I haven’t done anything wrong,” Wonyoung murmured as she stormed towards her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Yujin rubbed her temple in frustration. “I can’t deal with this right now. I have class in thirty minutes and I haven’t even eaten lunch yet.”

Gathering her things up, Yujin stuffed them into her bag before slinging it over her shoulder. After giving you one last kiss on the forehead, she turned towards the door. “Sorry, daddy. I know it wasn’t your fault. She’s just like this sometimes. She’s still so young, it’s been one of her traits I thought she’d grow out of…”

“It’s fine, Yujin. I’ll let her calm down, then try to talk things out with her. I shouldn’t have pushed so many buttons.”

“Thanks, daddy. Just try not to kill each other while I’m gone, okay?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all I can ask.” Yujin’s radiating smile put out any last remnants of anger you had, with the door closing a signal of her departure. Seeking refuge on the couch, you plopped down, kicked your shoes off, and relaxed into the pillows, the first chance of relaxation since your alarm went off. If it wasn’t early afternoon and you didn't have any studying to do, you would open one of the more fancy bottles of wine that was calling your name from the kitchen cabinet.

Instead, you opted for something more mundane and grabbed the remote, accepting whatever suggestion the TV app doled out, even if you settled with background noise to help relax.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Wonyoung repeated louder and shook your shoulder, waking you up from an unexpected, unplanned nap that left you in a haze, unable to even discern what hour it was.

“What?” you sleepily asked, rubbing your eyes while you returned back to consciousness. The lack of proper sleep caught up with you, and the past hour didn’t help one bit.

“Can you turn it down a little? I’m trying to study, and you’re making that difficult.”

Not even fully awake, the last thing you wanted to hear was Wonyoung’s voice, let alone more complaints. It would be effortless to indulge what she asked, but you had no intentions to do anything about the noise. It was the last thing she deserved.

“And your loud voice is making it difficult for me to sleep,” you blurted out, unable to hide your annoyance. “I didn’t know you studied. I thought you just complained and bossed people around.”

Wonyoung maintained her steely gaze, tone calm and collected, a vast difference from before. “You have a bedroom, you know. Upstairs? Ugh, I’m not here to argue. I have a test on Friday that’s twenty percent, which is bullshit. I can’t fail it.”

“Then maybe you should go back to studying,” you said, disregarding her attempts to make eye contact.

“What do you think I’ve been trying to do?” Wonyoung asked, rolling her eyes. “How am I supposed to get any studying done if you keep interrupting with your---whatever the hell this is you’re watching…”

Ignoring her was the only suitable option. You shifted your body sideways with hopes to elude her, only allowing furtive glances while focused on the screen. No matter what, you could still feel her presence looming while doing everything to avoid another heated argument.

Unable to stand still for a moment, Wonyoung interrupted the silence with a huff, a sign of surrender as she joined you on the couch and tucked her long legs underneath her. Grabbing a pillow from behind, she squeezed it, using it as stress relief when pressed against her chest. “You know, sometimes you can be a bit of an ass.”

You found it impossible not to laugh and eventually gave her the attention she didn’t deserve. “I know I didn’t just hear a spoiled little brat tell me what type of person I am.”

“I’m not always the nicest person, I’ll admit that,” Wonyoung muttered, sinking her head back into the pillows. Finally, something you could both agree on. But it still didn’t excuse her earlier actions.

“Is this your way of apologizing?“ you asked, and the way she looked at you resembled like you had just asked her to strip naked in front of you.

“You think I’m going to apologize?”

“No, because I know you’re not capable of ever admitting you were wrong.”

“That’s because I’m never wrong.” Wonyoung took a deep breath and let it out slowly to bring her composure under control. “If you thought I was going to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness, that’s not happening.”

Wonyoung might have had all the money in the world, but it couldn’t buy an apology. “But I’m sure you’re used to getting on your knees.”

Her mouth dropped open, and you almost had an immediate regret for delivering such a low blow---almost. Fueled by anger, Wonyoung flung a pillow at your head, but you dodged it with ease, laughing at what a pathetic throw it was.

“You really are an asshole sometimes.”

Who needed an apology when you could see such a pissed off look on Wonyoung’s pretty face? It was the most irate you had ever seen her, a pure ball of fury; trembling fists, clenched jaw, and a death stare that could cut through diamonds.

“Oh, did I upset the princess again?”

“Stop calling me th---you know what, you’re not worth my time,” Wonyoung breathed out, narrowing her eyes before rising to her feet.

“And that’s your problem, princess.”

“What?” she asked, taking a step forward and balled her fists as she pivoted to confront you, letting you see the rage up close on her features.

“Nobody is worth your time. You don’t care about anything or anyone but yourself, unless it benefits you some shape or fashion.”

“That’s not true, how the fuck would you know what I care about? Just because we’ve lived together for months doesn’t mean you know anything about me.”

“You’ve got a mouth on you princess. That’s not like you.”

“I said don’t call me that!”

“Or what?” Following suit, you stood up, matching her height and then some. “You’ll cry about it? Complain some more?”

Wonyoung didn’t utter a word. Her anger boiled over, and without warning, she smacked you across the face, leaving both a sting and a smile across your face.

“That’s it, princess, let it all out.” Without retaliation, you let her inch forward, backing you up until you were pressed up against the living room wall. Wonyoung was hardly a threat. Her tall, but petite figure wasn’t remotely intimidating, and the closer she got, the more anger you could see in her eyes. Your smile widened as she delivered a harsher slap to your face, but you seized her delicate wrist to prevent a third, until eventually you let go, which provoked her to strike your cheek once again.

Those slaps only had as much power as her anger, with no remorse behind them, and the only reason you didn’t stop her was the see the explosive wrath in her pretty round eyes. The option to defuse the situation existed whenever you deemed it necessary, as simple as either picking her slender body up to toss her on the couch, or escorting her back to her room, whatever made her stop acting like such a pedantic little brat.

But testing Wonyoung’s limited patience became a game to you, until it snapped like the flimsiest of threads, letting her pretend she had the upper hand. The sting on your cheek only encouraged you to toy with her, adding fuel to the fires of rage.

Her little chest heaved as she recovered from the barrage of slaps, heart beating loud enough for you to hear. “Feel better?”

“Not even close.”

“Then hit me again. Come on, princess, Yujin isn’t here to save you. Why don’t you give it your all and make them hurt?”

Upping the agitation by repeatedly pointing at your cheek, you could do this all day. Because, god she made things far too easy.

“No. Like I said, you’re not---worth---it.”

The more she repeated that, the more you doubted it. Because Wonyoung could have backed away, retreated to her bedroom, the kitchen, the pool, literally anywhere else. Yet, she kept her feet planted firmly where she was, face to face so close that you could see your own reflection in her eyes.

And while you were so near, you could map out her perfect features, from her pink glossy lips to her typically bright eyes filled with fury, and everything in between. “You know, you’re pretty when you’re angry.”

The corners of her mouth twitched. Contrary to what you expected, Wonyoung’s intense gaze softened, and her fists relaxed until her breathing began to stabilize. You knew how to strike her weakness, that a simple compliment would douse her red hot rage and stroke her ego, even if she wouldn’t admit it.

“D-don’t even start,” she said, but you could hear how flustered she became, how shaky her voice sounded. Another step and your foreheads would have touched, close enough already that you could smell the berries from her shampoo.

Wonyoung froze as a wave of emotions ran through her. You easily got lost in her lingering gaze, wondering what exactly went on behind those beautiful dark eyes. “That’s what you love, right? Being told how pretty you are?”

“Shut up. I don’t need compliments.”

Oh, but she did. Jang Wonyoung was a terrible liar and loved being showered in compliments almost as much as she loved arguing. You knew that vanity was her weak spot, and you planned to exploit that vulnerability.

“Answer me, princess. Do you like being called pretty?”

“I thought I told you to shut up, didn’t I?”

“What are you going to do if I---“

Before you could finish speaking, Wonyoung shoved you up against the wall and pressed her luscious lips against yours with surprising force. All that rage and resentment transformed into pure, unadulterated lust, which made you forget what you were even mad about in the first place.

The sweet taste of Wonyoung’s soft lips became the only thing that preoccupied your mind, alongside how your tongues danced in each other’s mouth, and how badly you wanted one thing---her.

With all rational thoughts and logic thrown out, you lifted Wonyoung’s petite frame up off the ground, snaked your arms around her tiny little waist and reclaimed control by press-ing her up against the wall. As the kiss kept going, Wonyoung tugged at your hair, trying to get any little advantage she could, but you didn’t let it distract you from exploring the soft curves of her tight body, and moved down to grab her ass, squeezing firmly as the both of you fought to deepen the kiss.

Breaking apart for air, you could see the rosy hues visible on her cheeks, those round eyes no longer filled with fury, but deep desire. And then you dove right back in for round two, lips parted once more, while hands roamed bodies and lips smacked, eager to keep her taste lingering in your mouth. When you kneaded Wonyoung’s ass harder, she moaned in your mouth, and you could feel every little touch making her tight body tremble.

She leaned forward to rest her forehead against yours, breath warm against your face. “God, you’re so annoying. I hate how good of a kisser you are.”

“And you’re such a brat.”

“But you like brats. Isn’t that right, daddy?”

“You don’t get to call me that.”

“Aw, is daddy getting mad again? Wait, where’s Yujin?” Wonyoung had been so caught up in the moment that she hadn’t even realized her closest friend and roommate hadn’t been there in hours.

“She went to class. Should probably be back soon.”

“Class? Yujin doesn’t have classes today.” Wonyoung raised her eyebrow, tilting her head in suspicion. “So that means…”

“She won’t be back for a while,” you said, putting the pieces together. Wonyoung giggled before leaning in once more to steal another kiss. You let her lead for a moment, and ran fingertips up the small of her back, tracing the hot skin while keeping her weight against the wall. Then, while those tiny gasps continued, you moved down her neck, kissing all the exposed skin you could find.

“Ah, that’s good, but---put me down.”

“Why?” Unfazed by the tone of voice, you continued to pepper her skin with kisses, motivated by the breathless moans she kept letting out.

“You really have to ask? Because I’m going to suck your dick, dummy.”

That sudden shift of mood could only make you grin from ear to ear. Clearly, Yujin must have been rubbing off on her, because something so blatant wasn’t like Wonyoung.

“You’re so demanding,” you said, taking one more chance to kiss and suck at her delicate neck. Biting lightly, that elicited another moan from her as her head fell back against the wall, long raven locks flowing down her shoulders.

“Do you want my mouth on your cock or not?”

“Did I say no, you fucking brat?” Pulling Wonyoung away from the wall, you set her back down in what wouldn’t fit any definition of gentle. Before you knew it, she dropped to her knees in front of you, and her hands began sliding up and down the legs of your pants.

Wonyoung looked nothing but eager on her knees as she bit on her bottom lip, and stared up through bright eyes that held lust, with her fluffy cheeks turning a lighter shade of pink. Before she did anything else, you tugged one strap of her dress as her eyes stayed stubbornly locked on yours. “Take this off first, princess.”

You weren’t so sure how compliant Wonyoung would be. The expectation would be not at all, but then she passed that first test, lowered each strap down her bare shoulders, and furled her dress down to her waist without breaking eye contact, which left her cute chest adorned by nothing but a candy pink bra.

In all of your time living together, you never saw that much of her creamy skin, usually covered up. That flat tummy, slender waist, and those small, perky tits only made you crave more, but you couldn’t let greed dictate your actions---at least not yet.

“Cute bra.”

“Thanks. But that’s all you get for now. Daddy.” The more Wonyoung used that word to annoy you, the more it seemed to fit, like it rolled off her tongue involuntarily and became less and less mocking with each usage.

Things moved too fast to comprehend. Moments ago, you were at each other’s throats, with your relationship being threatened. And now, Wonyoung proudly stayed on her knees, fingers playing with your zipper with a look of submission that promised something unforgettable. While she tugged your pants down, you saved time by discarding your shirt, smiling at how Wonyoung couldn’t take her eyes off your freshly exposed chest, palming your crotch while practically drooling over your body.

“You’re staring, princess.”

"Oh, I know," she replied, grazing your abdomen with her fingertips before kissing where she had been studying your torso, the softness of her lips on bare skin making your breath hitch. Her mouth left a trail of hot kisses along your stomach, and then licked a stripe up the crotch of your boxers just to make you twitch, building up more anticipation.

“You have such a nice body. I see why Yujin likes you so much.”

“Dashing good looks, charming personality, a high GPA, about two dozen other reasons…”

Wonyoung rolled her eyes and slipped her fingers into the waistband of your underwear, testing your patience, and didn’t dare let her eye contact drop. “Your dick is really hard, daddy. It looks so big, I can’t wait to see what Yujin has been keeping to herself.”

A quick tug later, and you were the first one naked in the open, standing in a heap of discarded clothes while your cock ached for attention. Wonyoung’s pretty eyes widened at the reveal of your cock, and she felt your erection spring to life the instant she grabbed it, forming a tight fist with all of her long, veiny fingers.

“Your dick feels so nice, daddy. You’re like, really hard. It’s like a fucking rock,” Wonyoung giggled when she stroked your length, running her icy hands across your swelling shaft, which instantly caused a bundle of soft moans at her touch. With her watching the spiraling pleasure in your eyes, every little stroke made you twitch between her nimble fingers, distracting you from anything else while she both pumped your shaft and gently caressed your balls.

“Fuck, you’re so huge. Look how small my hands look when I stroke your cock…” The way she said almost sounded like a whine, which given the source, wasn’t unexpected. As Wonyoung spent more time introducing herself to your cock, she planted a chaste kiss on your cockhead, earning herself another groan at your expense.

“I can’t believe you’ve both been hiding this dick from me.”

Wonyoung admired every aspect of your throbbing shaft, cupping your balls with her free hand while she kept a firm grip on whatever could fit in between her fingers. She tightened that grip and began to explore your length with her hungry tongue, mapping out your erection from base to tip just enough to get your cock wet, then took needy little licks against your swollen tip, claiming any drops that leaked from your slit.

“Such a beautiful cock. And now it’s all mine.’’ Then, without warning, Wonyoung parted her sultry, inviting lips, bringing your shaft into the warmth of her awaiting mouth and sealed them tight around your aching cock.

“Princess---“ you managed to groan out, toes curling into the rug underneath. The biggest spike of pleasure came when those glossy lips sealed around your cockhead, making your head tilt back in ecstasy as her warm, impatient mouth went to work. That lust-filled gaze kept you trapped as she sucked you off with her impossibly soft lips, slowly at first, drawing out every groan before bobbing her head faster, and focused on every reaction you made while her cheeks hollowed.

When Wonyoung felt your hips beginning to buck, she pulled you even further inside her throat, and her tongue began to playfully tease the underside of your shaft, driving you further down the edge of insanity. “Princess, my god---that feels incredible.”

“Of course it does. You’d think I’d ever be bad at something?” Wonyoung chuckled, flashing a confident smile as she painted your length with her tongue, then traced the veins of your shaft while enjoying the way you let out short gasps when she found your favorite spot. She flicked against it several times until returning you to her mouth, and you desperately tried to stop yourself from pushing into her throat---a losing battle before it started.

“You look so pretty sucking my dick, princess. That mouth feels---so---fucking---good,“ you groaned, and praise only had its benefits as Wonyoung reached for your balls once more, fondling them with the gentlest of touches and teased them with her slender fingers. Within moments, she found that sweet spot that you thought only Yujin knew about, which made every throb that much more overwhelming in its intensity.

“Your balls feel so heavy, daddy. Isn’t Yujin draining them enough?” Wonyoung asked, letting her enveloping lips slide with ease over your shaft, almost to the end of your base.

Quite the opposite, because while Wonyoung showered first thing in the morning, Yujin milked a massive load out of you, counting out every single time she edged you until you exploded in her hands. And then another one right before her first class, emptying you into her mouth while you ate her out.

“Do you really think that?”

“No, of course not,” Wonyoung said, shaking her head. “Pretty sure I could hear you moaning her name when I was in the shower. You’re cute when you beg.”

“I wasn’t beg---“ The warm mouth back on your cock shut you up when you hit the back of Wonyoung’s tightening throat for the first time, nearly toppling you over with pleasure. Your legs trembled as she worked her mouth with more fervor, keeping you buried down her throat just long enough to give you the satisfaction desired before coming up for air.

This girl knew just how to earn that praise. Her wet little tongue darted out from between her lips to swirl around the tip of your cock, flicking around in perfect circles around the delicate underside of your shaft, then combined it with tender kisses, soft licks, and hot breath to target that ultra-sensitive spot you knew she didn’t learn on her own. But fuck, it felt so good that you didn’t care how she found it. Not when Wonyoung kept you on edge and shifted her concentration to your balls that hadn’t been given nearly enough attention. She eagerly teased them with sloppy licks until she slipped them one at a time into her mouth, and kept a hand pumping your rock-hard cock, only to lick back up your length to swallow you up once more.

“Oh my god, princess. That pretty mouth does more than just complain,” you said, pushing your luck further than you had any right to, and you wouldn’t be surprised if Wonyoung left you in the middle of the living room with your pants around your ankles. Thankfully, she didn’t, and kept the train of bliss moving, determined to coat your cock with all of her spit and lip gloss.

“What do you think Yujin would say if she saw me on my knees blowing her daddy?”

“I think she’d say you should do a better job.”

“Asshole. You really want me to stop, don’t you?”

“No, but I can tell you’re not going to with how much you’re also enjoying this.” Wonyoung really couldn’t argue with that no matter how much she wanted to, and put that energy into keeping her lips down your cock, ensuring a constant, messy trail of saliva.

“I’ll enjoy it all day if it means you stay quiet.”

If that’s all it took, then she should have offered that from the very start. Because more than you liked to admit, her mouth drove you fucking crazy, like in a way you’d drop out of university and commit crimes to get a blowjob like this. Not quite like Yujin, who had a several page long resume of blowjob techniques that involved more than just her tongue and lips, but everything Wonyoung did was more than enough to keep you from thinking straight.

Your entire body jolted after every slurp and lick, and Wonyoung took advantage of how easy it was to tease you. Her magical hands explored your body, caressing your thighs, your ass, and anywhere else she could without losing her focus.

“Hmph. You really don’t think I’m as good as Yujin?”

That jealous trait of hers always liked to creep up, because Wonyoung couldn’t stand being second best at anything. You couldn’t lie to her either, because as good as she was at devouring your cock---Yujin would always be next level.

“No. Sorry, princess, but it’s not even close.”

You could see the disappointment in Wonyoung’s face, but she instead turned that discouragement into eagerness, moving her mouth down your length to swallow every last inch up. It only proved your point when she gagged after holding your cock down her throat for far longer than she was used to.

“For starters, you’re nowhere near sloppy enough.”

Wonyoung sighed through gritted teeth as she stroked you, placing wet kisses alongside your throbbing cock. “Then help me out. Make me sloppier.”

Letting out a devilish grin that plastered your face, you leaned closer and slid your hand through her raven black hair, yanking with enough force to tilt her head back, which gave easier access to that perfect mouth.

“It would be my pleasure, princess,” you said as you leisurely stroked your cock in front of Wonyoung’s angelic face, while her big doe eyes stared longingly up at you. It was enough to make you explode just by looking at those gorgeous features.

“Daddy---“ she whined as you relieved yourself by rubbing your swollen cockhead on those full red lips, using your pre-cum as a replacement lip gloss.

“Didn’t I say you don’t get to use that?”

“But daddy likes it when I call you that, don’t you? Daddy…” Always trying to get under your skin, even in a moment like this. But unexpectedly, that one word caused more damage than you thought, and Wonyoung had grown addicted to using it already, with no any pretense or hesitation.

“Want daddy to fuck my mouth. Come on, I know you wanna shove it down my throat and shut me up. I’ve been such a naughty little brat, won’t you do something about that?”

Wonyoung leaning into her brat persona was not something you predicted, but when she put it that way, what were brats if not something to be punished? It wouldn’t hurt to oblige her, given that she wouldn’t give up until she got her way regardless, but you at least needed something in return.

“I’ll make you gag on this dick, but let me see those cute tits, princess.”

An innocent smile overtook her face as she reached behind her back to comply, tugging on the clasp of her bra, heightening your expectations. “Okay, daddy.”

This iteration of Wonyoung, in this submissive and obedient state was far superior, and you’d expect her to do what you asked at this stage, devoid of any backtalk or snarky comments.

“Daddy, your cock,” Wonyoung pleaded, eyes narrowing while she gave the full reveal of her chest, letting her breasts free as you reached forward to touch them and squeezed each, flicking both pretty nipples as they hardened underneath your fingertips.

“This was what you wanted. Now give me what I want. Give me that cock, want it to fill my little mouth.“

“I didn’t hear a please. That’s what good girls use.”

“But I’m not a good girl. So give me what I want, daddy.“

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t resist Wonyoung anymore as she licked her lips in anticipation---how could you resist a beautiful girl on her knees, begging for your cock? When her pouty lips parted, ready to take in your cock again, you wasted no time and plunged deep down her throat, easily hitting the back of it in one swift motion.

Wonyoung immediately gagged on your length, but you didn’t allow her to adjust as you repeatedly bottomed out her throat before you pulled out, watching how her lips desperately chased your cock. “Daddy, no. Don’t hold back, I can take it. Use my mouth like a toy---please."

A request you would easily oblige, but first, you used your cock to slap her pretty face numerous times before turning her mouth into a helpless vessel for your pleasure. Indulging both of your desires, you began to slam your hips into her face with a harsh grip on her head, tangling your fingers up in her pretty locks.

“That’s it, princess, keep that fucking mouth open. You wanted daddy to fuck your throat like this, right? You wanted me to make you choke on this cock?”

She nodded best as she could, and you loved hearing her gag and struggle on your shaft, especially when her eyes begged for more as you kept the weight of your cock stuffed down Wonyoung’s throat, defiling such a pretty piece of artwork, a spoiled, rotten, defiant brat.

The entire day’s worth of frustrations channeled into your hips as you carried out your merciless facefuck, with every punishing thrust leaving your cock dripping wet with Wonyoung’s slippery drool. For once, you had peace---no complaining, no more whining, just loud gags and messy slurps filling the room.

If only Yujin could see you now---(she’d probably say you weren’t being rough enough).

Wonyoung’s divine mouth felt amazing before, but nowhere like this. It was as if her mouth was made to be used, a pretty plaything for your disposal, a sloppy wet hole designed for your pleasure that struggled to breathe. Her innocent, modelesque visuals that won the genetic lottery became sullied with saliva, ruining her perfectly applied makeup, and made its way down to her expensive necklace before sliding down her enticing cleavage.

You weren’t sure how you were ever intimidated by such a tall, leggy goddess, when all it took was a little praise and an offering between your legs for her to fold like a deck of cards. Even comical, you could call it, and you couldn’t imagine how needy she would get once you had your fingers in her cunt.

“My fucking god, Wonyoung,” you growled, palming her head tight, fucking her mouth into a frenzy of gags and spit that sent you deeper into an uncontained spiral of lust. “Your bratty fucking mouth feels too good.”

With her jaw overworked and tears streaming down her pale, flushed cheeks, Wonyoung could only respond by squeezing your thighs she held onto as you pounded into her throat relentlessly. No longer did she resemble the beautiful, innocent doll she presented herself to be, but instead a beautiful drooling mess of spit trying to fight through her gag reflex that kept your cock wet and warm.

After one more strong thrust from your hips, you held her gorgeous face down at your base, ensuring not a single inch of cock wasn’t held down her struggling throat balls deep. Your fingers dug into her scalp as her cute nose pressed against your abdomen, and you watched intently how her eyes watered more and more the longer you held her there, refusing to give a single ounce of mercy.

Wonyoung let out a gag so loud with her throat consuming your cock that you almost exploded then and there, but forced yourself to hold on. As much as you wanted, you couldn’t blow a load in her mouth without at least getting a chance to see that tight, impeccable body bare naked. Despite that, you pushed her firmly into your crotch just a little longer, making her mouth fill up with spit and her eyes water even more so until you pulled away.

When you withdrew your cock away from her wet, swollen lips, Wonyoung gasped for air as thin strings of saliva kept your shaft connected to her satisfied smile, tongue flicking at your cock with a whimper.

“Don’t stop on my account. I can take much more,” she said, those tear-filled eyes looking on with determination.

“Yeah, but---I can’t.” Wonyoung let out a giggle before grabbing your cock drenched with her saliva, and jerked you off, every pump threatening to send you past release.

“Are you going to paint my face then, daddy?” she asked, tempting fate by planting several kisses on the top of your cockhead.

“Not a chance, princess. My load belongs inside your cunt.”

Needing a moment, you stepped out of the pile of clothes underneath you and helped Wonyoung rise to her feet, taking her by the wrist to guide her towards the couch. Nothing about her resembled elegance any longer---disheveled hair, ruined makeup, and a face covered in saliva was the ideal formula to put her in her place. And all it took was a cock jammed down her throat.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” Wonyoung asked, still recuperating from having her throat fucked raw. She tried to find some comfort in your eyes, but all she saw was your stern expression, leaving her to wonder whether you would make her feel even more desperate than she already did.

“That all depends on you, princess. How about you finish taking that dress off for me?”

“Yes, daddy.” Again, Wonyoung was just concerned about following instructions at this point, and tugged that expensive dress down off her hips around her ankles, kicking it away. Your eyes watched every move she made with bated breath as she laid down on the couch, and every last inch of those slender legs that went on for days stretched across the cushions, leaving one final barricade between your desires.

“Your body is fucking perfect, princess,” you said, joining her on the couch with your eyes roaming a path of creamy skin from head to toe, and you took in the beauty of her flawless physique, unsure where was most deserving of your attention.

“Thank you, daddy. Do you want these off too?” Wonyoung asked as she slipped fingers into the waistband of her skimpy panties that matched her discarded bra.

“No, princess. That’s my job.”

Only that tiny piece of fabric separated you from seeing that tight naked body in its full splendor, but you were going to take your time savoring that reveal. Such an impeccable body like Wonyoung’s deserved to be worshiped from head to toe, so no better place to start than that as you grabbed one of her pristine feet and planted a kiss at the ball of it.

Spending as much time as you could without going overboard, you massaged her soft soles, then peppered them in kisses before you moved on to kiss her perfectly pedicured toes, each one painted with a black polish that contrasted the paleness of her skin.

“You’re kissing my feet?” Wonyoung asked, almost incredulous in her tone, but showed no signs of discomfort.

“Why wouldn’t I be? They’re very pretty. Just like the rest of you.”

“I…just didn’t know that was your thing. You know, I’ve had guys pay me to do this before. You’re much better at it.”

“Every part of you is my thing. I just wanna touch and taste your entire body.”

With a flushed glow returning back to her cheeks, you continued pressing kisses all over Wonyoung’s feet, and slid your lips into her delicate arches, not missing a spot. As you slowly worked your way up, you ran your hands up her creamy legs that could be considered a work of art on their own, and gave them the proper attention they deserved, kissing in between gentle caresses until you stopped just shy of her clothed center.

Wonyoung drew in a heavy breath as your fingers grazed over her panties, and whenever you pressed into her core, you could feel hints of wetness that she couldn’t hide. The gratification she craved wouldn’t be given easily however, and you planned on making her earn it as you gave her milky thighs a series of slow, deliberate kisses, making good on your word to taste all of her until they began to part like the gates of heaven, awaiting your touch.

You dragged out every moment, every chance to heighten Wonyoung’s arousal, which gave you all the time in the world to continue worshiping her body. One lick against the prominent damp spot at the center of her panties and she melted, begging for more when you licked a second and third time, the fabric darkening with every teasing lick.

“D-daddy,” Wonyoung gasped, but you ignored her and focused on tasting more sweet arousal through those thin panties, coming up with new ways to tease her while keeping a hand firmly stroking her soft thighs,

“Quiet, princess. Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“But I want you to taste me. Need your mouth on me, daddy. Don’t tease me, I hate it.”

Wonyoung bit onto her bottom lip, knowing she made a mistake by showing too much vulnerability, which meant you would prolong her pleasure even further. Still, she didn’t seem to care, even while the wetter her pretty panties became, the more inclined you were to build up that frustration more and more.

“Needy fucking brat.”

You would tease her all day if you had to.

“Shut up, just---please.” Who could have imagined that Wonyoung would ever plead this much, and all it took was teasing your fingers dangerously close to her pussy. As much as you enjoyed encouraging the needy look on her face, you much preferred to get rid of those useless panties, so after giving them a quick tug down the never-ending runaway that made up her legs, you rewarded yourself with the priceless treasure of Wonyoung’s gorgeous, wet little pussy.

Never had you seen something so beautiful, almost as much Wonyoung herself. The exposure of her clean shaven cunt transcended your expectations, well worth every second of waiting. Her thighs led a path to nirvana that your fingertips traveled up to her wet, glistening slit, daring to slip in but backing out at the last moment.

“Your pussy is so fucking pretty, princess.”

The flustered blush on her face had never looked so vivid when you traced her folds, collecting her slick on your fingertips and kept her under your control. Wonyoung still tried to chase your fingers, displaying her desperation with her hips, while her body begged for more attention.

“Daddy, please,” she murmured, but you ignored her pleas, continuing to torment, bringing her already escalated arousal levels sky high. “Need your fingers in me. Need you to touch me, need you to taste me.”

“What’s wrong, princess?” you asked in a mocking tone. “You don’t like when daddy teases you like this?”

Wonyoung shook her head furiously at your question, but all you did was stall further to create more anticipation, letting the quiet linger, which worked wonders to turn her into a mess of frustrated desire.

“Daddy. Daddy---daddy, please.” That was all you needed to finally succumb, and slid two fingers deep inside of her hot, wet depths. Wonyoung let out a loud gasp of ecstasy, digging her nails into the fabric of the couch cushions beneath her.

With just enough room for two fingers, you pumped into her enticing wet heat and wondered how you'd ever be able to fit your cock inside of her. A good problem to have.

“Daddy!” she cried out, arching her back higher than expected, and clenched around your hilted fingers.

“Look at you, princess. So fucking wet, and all it takes is a couple fingers inside your pretty cunt for you to stop being a brat?”

You weren’t putting in the full effort to stretch her out, but you could hear how wet Wonyoung was, your fingers doused in slick within seconds as you steadily pumped inside.

“Sh-shut up, I’m not that needy.”

“Oh, really? I guess I’ll stop then.” You couldn’t help but laugh when you withdrew your fingers from her wetness, hearing cries of desperation from at the loss of your fingers that you sucked clean. “Fuck, you taste good.”

“D-daddy, no---” she said, as you made a show of slurping her juices off your fingers. “Please put your fingers back inside me. It feels good. N-need more.”

“But I thought you weren’t needy?”

“Shut up, just---please, do what you were doing.”

You should have made Wonyoung beg more given she was so adept at it before you shoved your fingers back inside her warm cunt, but it was hard to waste time on that when all you wanted was that delicious taste of hers, straight from the tap.

In no time flat, you plunged back in knuckle-deep, but didn’t dare dream of adding a third, when two fingers became a struggle as is. She groaned as her slick folds swallowed you up and emitted those sweet sounds of bliss when your fingers curled after the apex of every thrust. You couldn’t wait any longer, and made your first lick up Wonyoung's wet slit while you kept two fingers buried in her, looking up every so often to see the pure ecstasy written across her face, as you inhaled her unforgettable aroma.

“Fuck, eat me, daddy, please eat my pussy. I need that tongue, just---” Wonyoung’s pleas bordered on demand at this point, yet you were happy to oblige her, and licked long stripes up and down her pussy, savoring the unforgettable sweet taste of her cunt as you cleaned up her wet folds,

Your mouth on her wet cunt acted like a pendulum that kept her back and forth between needy and domineering, whining with one series of licks, then grabbing the back of your head with the next. Either way, you didn’t really care which side she landed on, as long as you could keep the sweet, decadent taste on your lips and you didn’t let a single part of her pussy remain unexplored.

“God, you’re so fucking delicious,” you said as you grabbed hold of her thighs to draw her lithe body closer, then flicked against her clit before sealing your lips around it just long enough to build up pleasure, until you were right back where you started, making her eager hips frantically chase your tongue.

Wonyoung tasted like the most intoxicating mix of tangy sweetness you ever had, and just a single drop of her nectar was enough to bring out the ravenous animal inside you. Insatiable for more, your tongue drowned in her sweet juices, and you drank it all up while you wandered through her drenched folds, and made sure to not let a single spot go to waste.

Once more, you aimed for her swollen clit and latched your lips around it, using as much suction as your mouth would allow, with no plans on stopping until your appetite was appeased. While you devoured Wonyoung’s juicy pussy, her long fingers tugged at your hair, returning the favor from earlier, and urged your mouth to stay on her, to maintain such harsh suction that ignited more of her cute, unceasing moans.

“Fuck, you’re good at that, keep eating my pussy,” she said, with unending demand in her voice, and you welcomed the pain that came from fingers pulling at your hair, keeping you buried between her legs. Her hips began to gyrate on your face as you kept her taste lingering on your tongue, and every lick and slurp against her needy clit brought a new set of noises, while the satisfaction multiplied on her face.

Still, you couldn’t believe how good she tasted, and how cute she sounded when you ate her out. Wonyoung’s cries became louder, much sharper, but you refused to relent, suckling on her clit with such harshness that made her thighs quiver around your head as she desperately yearned for release. You swore Wonyoung might pull out strands of your hair, though you wouldn’t care when all you could hear was her ragged breathing and needy whines from her mouth as you did everything to bring her over that edge, making her squirm underneath you, hips bucking in a pattern that followed your tongue.

“D-daddy, fuck, daddy,” Wonyoung moaned out, and when you looked up with your lips secured around her clit, you could see her pant harder and harder as you tried to expedite the inevitable.

Nothing compared to how Wonyoung looked moments before climax. Your tongue swirled and flicked over the sensitive nub, then sealed around it one more time, harshly sucking on it to bring her to that sweet, sweet nirvana.

“Gonna cum, fuck, daddy, gonna cum on your face. I’m close, so close, please don’t stop, please…“

With another deep, satisfying slurp, you had Wonyoung right where you wanted, on a road to bliss, as her hips moved like she had lost all semblance of control. Her tight frame writhed in ecstasy, and you took advantage to plunge your fingers into her slick wetness once more, giving an extra dose of bliss that fanned the unquenchable flames in her core.

“I’m gonna---”

And with that, Wonyoung would get what she wanted, what she deserved, as you helped release all that built-up tension, a giant knot untangling. Her thighs squeezed your head in an almost suffocating manner, and her pretty hands yanked at bundles of hair, making sure she had never looked so unprincess-like than in that moment. You kept your lips wrapped around Wonyoung’s clit, watching her fall apart as her delectable juices spilled into your mouth, toes curling as she came hard, eyes shutting tight with your only focus giving her the best orgasm of her life.

Wonyoung rode out her high and then some, yet even when the intensity of her trembling thighs around your head died down, you had no inclination to stop, nor could you calm your insatiable need to keep your mouth on her pretty pussy for as long as you pleased.

You’d make a mental note to get the couch deep cleaned after this.

“Daddy, please, fuck---“

Making Wonyoung cum only once wouldn’t be sufficient, so you doubled down your efforts and suckled on her clit with more ferocity, putting your all into it so much that you didn’t even hear a door being opened, or the footsteps heading towards your way.

“I’m back home, oh.”

Neither of you gave the friendly figure that entered the living room a passing glance, too caught up in the moment of bliss, too involved with feasting on Wonyoung, drawing out more of that delicious nectar that already stained your lips and chin.

“Well, well, well. Looks like you two made up.” Yujin didn’t even flinch at the sight of clothes sprawled on the floor, or her two roommates naked on the couch with your tongue buried inside Wonyoung’s cunt.

“How was class?” you asked, your tone dripping with sarcasm. You weren’t actually seeking an answer, annoyed at having your focus broken before you returned your attention back to overstimulating Wonyoung, thrusting your fingers inside at the same rough pace that matched your tongue.

“Class? Oh right, my class. I really learned a lot,” Yujin said, still keeping up her facade. Now wasn’t the time to question her motives, and if anything, you’d thank her later for giving you a chance to rectify things. If not for her, you wouldn’t have your face covered in Wonyoung.

“You two look busy, so I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Yujin scurried off with that puppy-like smile, nothing but a momentary distraction while you got back to work.

That blissful state didn't take long to return to when Wonyoung squirmed underneath your face, moaning incoherently as you brought her to a second devastating orgasm with ease. Like previously, when your mouth locked on her clit, her toes curled once again, and you lapped up her delicious juices as your mouth filled back up with her rich taste. You refused to stop devouring Wonyoung’s pussy, not until she rode out her second high, and only then did you give your lips a break,

instead giving your fingers a workout, a routine of unyielding pleasure that there wasn’t any escape from.

“T-too much, daddy! P-please, fuck, fuck---I'm so sensitive, I can't," Wonyoung begged you to stop, but you disregarded every word she said, concentrating solely on getting her to cum on your fingers this time.

“I don’t care. You can, cum again on my fingers and then I’ll fuck you.” A rare silence from Wonyoung that you’d savor, listening to only her whimpering moans and the sounds of her drenched cunt as you kept her filled with your fingers. Finding her sweet spot with such precision, it took only a matter of moments until she fell apart again, shuddering even more uncontrollably.

“C-cumming again, daddy, fuck!”

Looking on with pride, you brought Wonyoung to orgasm a third time, with her back arched high, head thrown back, and a different picture painted every time she came that you’d never be able to get it out of your head. You loved hearing the cries of pleasure she made as your fingers pumped into her wetness, taking advantage of all that sensitivity that made her pussy ache, unable to handle the overstimulation, but still dripped in a way that absolutely ruined the couch cushions.

“Oh god, daddy, no more. Please, no more, I c-can’t, I-I,” she whimpered with tears in her eyes, body shaking as your fingers kept pounding into her wet walls. You pulled away once you were satisfied, licking her folds clean and fluttered over her clit for one extra moment. As tempting as it would be to finger her to a fourth orgasm, it was time for your cock to get some much needed attention.

Pulling yourself up into the cushions for a more comfortable position, you didn’t even bother cleaning your slick covered fingers, admiring the breathtaking view that was her wet entrance, ready to claim your ultimate prize.

Wonyoung looked like a doll with her legs spread wide, so vulnerable and exposed as her small chest heaved while she recovered from her relentless orgasms. Her gorgeous bare pussy glistened, every bit of supple, warm flesh more than ready for your cock, and the notion of stretching her out set off every little twitch in your shaft.

When you lined up with her inviting entrance, there was a much needed moment of hesitation as you let the anticipation build much more than necessary. But when you rubbed your cockhead between her wet pussy lips, any urge to tease disappeared, heightening your arousal to unbearable levels.

“Put it inside me. Need it, want you to fuck me so bad,” Wonyoung begged once more, and you didn’t even make her wait any longer. One look into her eyes later, and you eased inside her slick pussy, letting out a guttural groan that wasn’t even recognizable. Despite all your expectations, the initial thrusts into her warm cunt squeezed your cock harder than you were prepared for, nearly making you double over.

Your hands gripped her tiny little waist, watching for every reaction while you plunged into her suffocating cunt that felt unlike anything else before. Wonyoung was a popular girl for sure, so this wouldn’t be her first time, as evidenced by how many times you heard her getting railed in her bedroom that you lost track, but god, it certainly felt like it.

After a considerable amount of thrusts inside that dripping heat that enveloped your cock, Wonyoung stayed unbearably tight. Your efforts did little to stretch her little pussy, and it seemed impossible to pull your shaft from her cunt whenever you pumped inside her clinging walls. You took it as a challenge to bottom her out, though it resulted in an almost instant failure, met with a harsh resistance gripping your cock that only added to your determination.

“Princess, I can barely fit inside you,” you said, making more lustful moans escape Wonyoung’s lips while you tried your hardest to fill her with your whole length. You had her stunning face cupped like you were holding onto some type of rare artifact one might be scared to drop, staring at those pretty eyes, and her pretty plump lips that let out a constant flurry of moans and gasps whenever you pulled out and sank back inside her incredible warmth.

“More, daddy.”

“More what, princess?”

“Want more of you. You feel so good inside me already, want more of that cock,” she said, and it put a smile on your features to turn Wonyoung into such a needy, insatiable girl, no longer capable of being coy with her words. With every dip inside her smothering heat, you could sense more desperation, how much she yearned to be stretched to the maximum and feel your entire length in her.

“Fuck me, daddy. You know I’m not a good girl, so don’t fuck me like one.”

Your hips sped up with that request, and Wonyoung adjusted to your pace as her wet, warm walls became easier and easier to fill up, further opening her up. “You really are spoiled, aren’t you? A spoiled little brat that takes this cock so well.”

“Spoiled for your cock. So just shut up and fuck me. Make me feel you in my guts.”

While you kept her sparkling eyes in line of sight, you pressed your forehead against hers, seeing the lust building that raced through her body as you pumped into her hard and fast, giving the intense gratification she craved.

“Daddy---“ she gasped out, one little word from that pretty voice held so much power, so much weight. “Deeper, daddy. Fuck me, deeper. You feel so big, stretch my tight little pussy. Need you to fill me with every inch.”

And if that wasn’t encouragement enough, Wonyoung started to wrap her absurdly long legs around your waist to draw you in deeper, clutching onto one of your biceps, and her skin felt so utterly hot against yours. “Ruin me, daddy. Come on, I can take it. Fuck the brat out of me.”

Even at her most desperate moments, she still had some dominance left in her words, but you had no qualms not to listen. Because while Wonyoung might have looked like something precious and priceless, you certainly wouldn’t treat her as such. So little by little, your hips snapped back, until you were fucking her like you should have done from the start.

Making every thrust count, you were finally able to fuck Wonyoung balls deep, and took advantage of the slickness from every orgasm as your cock slid inside her effortlessly.

“Fuck, daddy, yes!“ Wonyoung cried out, her walls trembling whenever you bottomed her out, which only added to the urges to seize complete control of her body. You dove into her neck, and could hear her breathing deepen as you tasted the hot skin found there, before tracing the outline of her jaw, which made her even more consumed by your lustful touches.

Now that you could comfortably bury your cock to the hilt inside her warmth without struggle, Wonyoung felt so utterly wet and unimaginably tight, while all that built up arousal drowning your cock really paid off, because now you were fucking her as deep as you wanted, rearranging her guts like no tomorrow.

“You’re so fucking deep, keep that up. Want you to keep fucking me like this, please---don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Wonyoung repeated, becoming more desperate by the syllable while you continued to feast on her body, eager to lick up all that porcelain skin. You couldn’t ignore your cravings and dragged your tongue across her sensitive neck, enjoying the way she moaned when you sucked on the delicate flesh before you moved to trace her earlobe, then nibbled on it, working her more into a frenzy.

“I need to taste all of you, princess," you said as you licked down her collarbone and down to the curve of her breasts, then climbed back up, lifted her slender arms, and buried your tongue in her armpit. You savored the taste as you greedily licked her up, tracing the surface to gather up Wonyoung’s delectable sweat, only rewarded with deeper moans while your tongue went wild. The salty taste of her skin tasted even better there, and to no surprise, it only added more to her arousal as you cleaned her up throughly, licking long stripes up one of your new favorite spots of her goddess-like body to devour.

“You’re so delicious, princess. I could just taste every inch of you for hours.”

Her cheeks reddened once more, and you were careful not to miss a solitary inch. Wonyoung kept her arms stretched up over her head, distracting you from the intense wetness and tightness of her cunt while you licked and sucked away at her flawless armpit, slobbering over it without respite.

Wonyoung gave no signs of anything but enjoyment of your tongue bath, even more so when you switched sides to devour her other smooth, milky underarm, as you peppered the flesh with little ticklish kisses, then gave an equal amount of wet, hungry licks. Truly a feast on their own, you lapped up the soft skin of her pits, nuzzling your nose in them to breathe in the unforgettable aroma. Your devotion to her body only made her squirm and whimper more, which only urged you to keep feasting on her delicious armpits, swapping your attention between the two, as you wanted as many different regions of her body on your tongue as possible.

Only after you thoroughly slathered both in saliva did you have your fill, and gave both one last lick while watching the aroused reaction in her eyes.

“D-daddy,” Wonyoung murmured, shaky and subdued, like she could barely pull the word out of her throat while your hips kept her pressed into the couch.

“Yes, princess?” you asked, planting rough kisses all over the untouched side of her neck that made her blush even deeper.

“Bedroom. Take me there.”

“Which one?”

“Don’t care.”

There was only one actual option, given that your bedroom involved a set of stairs and Wonyoung’s was just down the hall, so the choice was obvious. Although you’d love to see the look on Yujin’s face when you barged into her room, wanting to use her luxurious bed to plow her roommate on. Most likely, you’d be met with encouragement rather than being told to get out, but even then, you didn’t want to take the chance of disturbing her.

So down the hallway it was, catching Wonyoung off guard as you lifted her petite figure off the couch and into your arms as your cock remained buried inside. With her legs already locked around you tightly, her arms followed, wrapping around the back of your neck as you brought her towards the bedroom. Not wasting any chance to keep her bouncing on your shaft, you squeezed that tight little ass with every step, until you made it past the open bedroom door that neither of you bothered to fully close.

When you entered Wonyoung’s spacious bedroom, you had only one thing on your mind---the tight grip her slick pussy held around your cock. Now that all concerns had been set aside, you came close to knocking a framed poster off the wall with the force generated when you pinned her against it. But outside of moaning daddy uninterrupted, she became unable to concentrate on anything else but clinging to your body as you drilled her without zero intentions of slowing down.

Being careful wasn’t an option anymore. Wonyoung had you all wrapped up, with those long limbs coiled around you like a snake, but yet she was the prey. You kept her pinned up against the bedroom wall like a museum painting, and each thrust nailed her harder, keeping her begging for more, keeping her creaming on your cock as you rammed your length into the deepest parts of her cunt in succession, showing no mercy.

“Your pussy just feels incredible, princess,” you growled, as your fingers kneaded her asscheeks between each thrust, using the wall as a partner to help pound away and put this needy little princess in her place, fucking her harder than imaginable, knowing she could take it. Her back arched higher while every stroke intensified, and she used her moans to voice the insatiable hunger you could see in her eyes while you gave it your all.

“God, your cock---makes me feel so good, stretches me so well, it’s fucking perfect,” she said, as you shoved your hard cock into her without a care. You knew Wonyoung could take it, she could take every rough thrust, and she’d complain if you did anything less.

So your battering cock continued its assault on her warm little hole, pumping inside her while being squeezed so goddamn tight it drove you absolutely crazy, all part of the plan to ruin her perfect cunt the way she begged and begged for it.

"Daddy, fuck me, fuck me!" Wonyoung begged, but did nothing to silence herself, the repeated thuds her sweaty back made against the wall surely moving its way up the entire house. Without saying another word, you had her cumming on your cock, that slick honey dripping between her legs adding more fuel to your hips as you fucked her into a second, then a third orgasm, arms tightening while she held on for dear life, legs trembling underneath your fingers. “Oh my god, daddy.”

Like a delicate flower no more, Wonyoung endured your rough treatment with pride, and embraced the way you manhandled her body. With every pump of your cock into that engulfing wet heat, her cries of satisfaction grew deafeningly loud, and she became almost delirious from bliss, unable to keep her eyes open much longer. Not a single ounce of smugness remained left on her face, just pure desire and barrels of lust that increased the harder you fucked your aggression out, letting her ride through climax after climax until the harsh clenches became borderline unbearable to handle.

And you couldn’t help but be selfish, turning Wonyoung into an absolute mess, with no genuine need to use words anymore or anything but hot, needy kisses that did all the talking necessary as you absorbed yourself in the vigorous use of her body.

After every vigorous thrust, you could feel her hot breath in your ear, along with every whiny moan and desperate plea for you to fuck her even beyond your own limits. You poured your attention into how your cock felt whenever you speared her warm little cunt, and dug fingers deeper into the creamy flesh of her ass. But that wasn’t enough, as you spread her legs wider to take every inch of your cock deeper than you thought possible, all while every little gasp, moan, and repetitive thump of her back crashing against the wall became an intricate melody in your ears.

“Princess---“ you said, your voice lowering into nothing but a growl and drew another deep moan from Wonyoung’s lips following one more strong impale, then pulled her away from the wall as you held her up in the air, fucking her relentlessly while you enjoyed the overpowering smack of flesh on flesh by pounding into her desperate cunt.

“Need to fucking cum in you soon. Gonna fill your pretty little pussy all the way up.”

Waiting for a response wasn’t something you bothered with when you approached the side of Wonyoung’s enormous canopy bed with its pulled back curtains and abundant pillows, only fucking her petite body harder on your thick cock to elicit out more cries of nonstop pleasure.

From the start, the plan was always to defile her doll-like body, and while the idea of pounding her on the carpet with a fistful of hair crossed your mind---you’d have to tear your cock away for just a moment---an impossible task.

Overindulgent was the only thing that could describe how you were fucking Wonyoung, and even more overindulgent was how much she kept creaming on your cock. But you had no trouble keeping the motions uninterrupted, nor did you have any trouble supporting her weight, remaining face to face to kiss her lips as many times as you chose to until you laid her down onto the soft mattress in a not-so-gentle manner.

“W-wait,” Wonyoung said, before words turned back into moans once more. “You can cum inside me, but not here. Don’t ruin the sheets.”

You could barely mutter out a chuckle. “You can buy more, princess.”

“But I like thes---“

You didn’t allow any further objections. Instead, with your knees locked into the mattress, you drove Wonyoung’s legs up into the air until they neared both shoulders, feet left dangling, and folded her up like a chair, eager to sink in at a completely new intense angle. “You’re gonna need a whole new bed when I’m done with you.”

Now that you achieved the deepest penetration possible, you were testing the springs of her mattress without even giving a chance for her heart to beat, bottoming Wonyoung out into new depths never felt before. All that elegance shattered, left with nothing but the obscene view of those beautiful legs spread open so fucking wide you couldn’t believe this was the same proper girl you shared a roof with for months. Restraint lost every ounce of meaning when you kept up the relentless plunges into Wonyoung’s tight, tight cunt, pounding her into the mattress hard enough to make the creaking bed frame think twice about its existence.

“Daddy!” Wonyoung cried out, loud enough to echo throughout the entire house, no longer giving a damn about the soon-to-be-ruined sheets, just like that wet hot pussy that your cock pistoned into and demanded more unearthed pleasure from.

Taking full advantage of putting Wonyoung into this new position, you made a slight adjustment, lifted yourself into a squat in order to gain more leverage, then planted both feet on her silk sheets, holding her little waist with a bruising grip while fucking her so deep you were liable to explode at any second.

“God, princess, you take daddy’s cock so well. Such a good little fuckdoll, letting me use you, letting me destroy your warm little hole like this. Gonna fill you up so much, fuck!” You couldn’t help but let out loud, guttural groans at how good Wonyoung’s dripping pussy felt, throbbing wildly at how goddamn tight she clenched around your cock that ached for release.

“You feel so good inside me, so, so good, daddy. Can’t wait for you to cum in me. It’s going to feel so good, so warm. Just pump that hot load into my wet little pussy. Give me all your cum, give it all to me. Please, daddy---I need it right fucking now.”

Your heavy balls slapped against her puckered hole as you brutally impaled her pussy, and you could feel every little tremble in her legs, every last wet squelch as you kept Wonyoung pinned to the creaking mattress, making her desperate for one more greedy orgasm even before you even achieved your first.

“Fuck, fuck, princess, your pussy is just too good. You’re gonna make me cum so hard. Need to fucking breed you, need to just fuck my thick load into your womb and you’re gonna take it all, princess.”

“Yes, daddy, please! Fuck me, use me until you cum. Need your balls drained inside me, need you to explode.”

Scrambling for anything within reach, Wonyoung frantically dug her nails into her sheets, but you just kept plowing her into the mattress for as long as your body would allow, hitting her guts every single time with surgical precision. Her slick pussy lips gripped with violent, almost painful clenches, and the lewd expression etched on her face helped the inevitable arrive faster than expected.

Only a matter of time before you filled that perfect, warm little hole you mercilessly slammed your cock into, letting out more ragged breaths by the second. You kept your weight shifted to easily balance on the balls of your feet, and just stared at the deep pools of lust in Wonyoung’s eyes while she took it all, legs spread perfectly for breeding, anticipating your load with endless amounts of lust, begging, and cries for more.

“Daddy, breed me. Breed me like you breed Yujin. Empty those balls in me, fill me up. Daddy, please---just use me to dump your cum in, wanna feel it all in my pussy, please.”

The coils of her mattress screamed for relief, and the smack of your thrusts became deafening, mirroring the cries that escaped Wonyoung's mouth. No longer did you even bother to look forward, and instead guided your focus on how your cock pulverized Wonyoung’s insides, every strong clench a shove towards the finish line that she already had a rolling start towards. Your worn out hips were on fire, but it paled in comparison to the flames in your core, only able to be doused in one matter---and Wonyoung did just that when her wrecked cunt squeezed your cock in just the right way.

You throbbed inside Wonyoung like you hadn’t been drained in a month. With your entire length buried to the hilt and your balls firmly flush against her ass, you shared that final moment of relief, spilling cum into her pussy like you never had anyone else. Thick, hot spurts overflowed her cunt, setting off violent twitches, satisfied groans, and gasps of relief from your lips when you emptied every last drop into Wonyoung.

“Daddy, it feels so good. Empty it all, daddy, empty that cum inside me. It’s so warm, so thick, I can feel it dripping out of me, don’t stop…”

The tired demands from Wonyoung’s lips had you throbbing even more as you drove your creamy load deeper inside her, thrusting with your heavy hips with whatever energy left while you rode out the best orgasm of your life.

Nothing could compare to such bliss in its sweetest, purest, rawest form. Nor could anything compare to the satisfied smile Wonyoung gave when you pulled out, and your seed spilled down her sweaty thighs, making one more final attempt to ruin her sheets.

“No, daddy,” she whispered, making exhausted gasps while you took her small face in your hands, without enough energy to do anything but stare at the blissed out look in her eyes. When you collapsed, Wonyoung pivoted her body to the side, then grabbed your cock and guided it back inside her intense heat. “Keep it in me. Isn’t this what Yujin likes?”

You twitched the moment you felt that warmth wrapped around your shaft again, but embraced her naked body, resting your head against her bare shoulder. Trying not to make any sudden movements proved difficult.

“There we go, daddy. Stay inside me, just like this.”

“Didn’t you have to study?” you asked, remembering the thread that unraveled and started all this.

“What did I say? Stay inside me.”

“Fine, but don’t move too much. It’s still sensitive.”

Without even looking, you could see the smirk on Wonyoung’s lips as she did the opposite and rolled her hips, clenching around your cock to keep you from softening.

“Wonyoung---“ you hissed, and harshly dug your fingers into her hips to keep her from moving. “Stay. Still.”

“Or what? You’ll fuck my brains out again? Pump another thick load in me?”

“You think this is going to happen more than once? Not a chance, princess. I’m only staying here to stop that bratty mouth from talking.”

“You’re a bad liar, daddy. I know you love how my pussy keeps your cock all nice and warm. You’re addicted to it already. I bet you won’t even go back to Yujin anymore.”

“I think I fucked you a little too hard. Maybe knocked a few brain cells out.”

“Don’t worry, daddy. I won’t say a word. I’ll keep it our little secret that you like my pussy better.”

“Shut---up. Next time I fuck you it’s going up your ass.”

“Is that a promise? I’ve never done that before. But your cock is so big, I don’t even think it’ll fit there…”

“Then I’ll make it fit.”

And with that, Wonyoung grabbed your arm to swing it around her waist, finally letting you enjoy the sweet sounds of silence.

At least for a little bit.

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A/N: I dedicate my first Wonyoung fic to the great, amazing, wonderful @friskyriskywhisky . Didn't plan on taking so long to put out a new fic, nor did I plan on it being absurdly long. My longest fic to date, but I put a lot of heart into this and hopefully it shows.

During the course of these few months I've reached 12k followers which is still wild to me after all this time, so thanks to everyone who follows and reads, especially if you've been there since the beginning 💞💞

This was supposed to be out on the 31st for Wony day but I'm impatient, so enjoy this early gift. I've really enjoyed writing this version of Wonyoung and plan to do more with her.

[slut4sugu]

WEIRDLY SPECFIC HABITS EARTH — 42!MILES HAS !

Back to masterlist . 42!Miles Masterlist

ʚ 🍓ɞ he can never sketch properly with a pencil with a light density, (basically if the pencil doesn’t have a darker shade)

ʚ 🍓ɞ always makes you sleep on the side of the bed that is farthest away from the door, so if anything happens he can protect you

ʚ 🍓ɞ stares at your lips whenever you have a fresh coat of lipgloss on/ a new lip combo he’s never seen before

ʚ 🍓ɞ talks shit about people infront of them with you in Spanish, doesn’t give af if the person knows what your saying either he just likes letting you in on the tea

ʚ 🍓ɞ hates being called sassy and will throw you over his shoulder tossing you on his bed hard if you call him it.

ʚ 🍓ɞ listens to Kendrick Lamar’s damn album 24/7

ʚ 🍓ɞ if you gift him matching rings he’ll wear it occasionally but when he’s out being the prowler he’ll put it on a chain and wear it like that so he doesn’t lose it.

ʚ 🍓ɞ subconsciously buries his face in your thighs and boobs to properly go to sleep, so when he wakes up and his face isn’t buried in your boobs (because you left to use the bathroom or sum) he gets cranky

ʚ 🍓ɞ makeout sessions to Frank ocean

ʚ 🍓ɞ only wears pink if you specifically ask him to match an outfit w you

ʚ 🍓ɞ hates kissing you and tasting mango or cherry, he prefers strawberry or peach so when you have that kind of lipgloss on he’ll kiss it off your lips not caring if it gets messy and shoves the strawberry kind in your hands instead like a baby.

ʚ 🍓ɞ miles will kiss your knuckles after not seeing you for a long time and hug you for what feels like hours.

ʚ 🍓ɞ hums your favorite song to you to help you go to sleep, even if it’s ice spice he’ll do it for his favorite girl

ʚ 🍓ɞ actually doesn’t mind being called pretty boy, but only when he’s sleepy, otherwise he’ll get quiet and mumble underneath his breath a shut up. (We know he loves it)

ʚ 🍓ɞ only listens to new album drops with you to get your reaction to it as well

ʚ 🍓ɞ gives the BEST hugs even when he’s sweaty

ʚ 🍓ɞ almost cried when you told him you loved him for the first time

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childhood best friends to lovers

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Pairing: Miles Morales 1610 x female reader !

Synopsis: miles being in love with you since you guys were kids.

Genre: fluff

Word count: 2361

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His earliest memory consists of the taste of cherry flavored blowpops, the scent of strawberry lotion and wild mango shampoo, and the feeling of your soft, warm lips pressed against his.

He remembers it as if it were yesterday. The two of you had been playing outside for what felt like hours while "The mothers" (as you guys had playfully called your mothers) scolded you for running in and out of the house.

After another trip of doing exactly that—going into the house for a drink of water and quickly running back outside—Rio stopped you two and gave you the choice of staying outside, or coming inside.

you smiled brightly and assured her that you would stay outside and play until you were finally ready to come in for the day.

"Of course tia," you had agreed, "we'll stay outside and play until it's curfew! We won't come in anymore, I promise!"

And with that, you grabbed Miles' hand and ran outside to the farthest end of your street, where the neighborhood park was.

"Betcha can't beat me in a race there and back," he taunted, pointing at a large pin oak tree that stood near the back of the park. It's dark green leaves slightly brightened by the glistening sun shining down on them.

"Can too!" you exclaimed, eagerly accepting his challenge.

Miles gave you a sly grin and ran to the sandbox, which was then quickly assigned to be the starting line, with you quickly chasing behind him, your hair blowing against your face in the soft breeze.

You perched yourself at the sandbox with Miles right next to you, ready to take off and kick his butt in what was sure to be another easy round of you beating him in a race.

"On your mark…" Miles said slowly, glancing over at you to make sure you were ready, his eyes flickering with something you couldn't quite determine but making you smile anyway.

"get set…"

"Oh, hurry up Miles!" You playfully groaned, rolling your eyes at his obvious trolling.

"GO!" Miles exclaimed, and the two of you took off running towards the pin oak tree,taunting and mocking each other the entire time.

"You're slow!" You shouted breathlessly.

"You're one to talk; you are literally reminding me of a turtle right now!" Miles shot back with another big smile, sprinting to the tree as fast as he could.

When he neared the tree, though, Miles slowed down and let you pass him up—not too obviously, but just enough to let you think that he had gotten tired or that you were simply too fast for him to beat.

The truth was, Miles was much faster and stronger than you and could have easily run the race, but he always let you take the first place trophy. He enjoyed seeing you brag about how fast you were or how good you were, knowing it was only possible because of his own loss.

Because of this, you won the race and wasted no time bragging about your well deserved and expected win, completely oblivious to the fact that he had let you win this time, and all the other times that came before this.

"Ha! I beat you, Miles; you owe me a soda!" You smiled at him, flashing a row of white baby teeth with the one on the side missing.

"Oh, please," he rolled his eyes playfully, "you cheated. I would've beat you but you ran before I even said go."

You laughed at his comment and slid down the tree's thick trunk to cool down, grateful for the shade the large branches and leaves provided against the relentless July heat. Beads of sweat were starting to form on your face from the heat waves rising from the hot asphalt, and you were almost certain you were going to die of "hotness."

"Whatever, you still owe me a soda." you cooed, letting out a deep sigh and resting your head on his shoulder, hot and tired from all that running you just did.

"I don't have a soda..but I got this," he said breathlessly, pulling a cherry blowpop from his pocket stowed away from earlier.

You took it from his fingers without another word and popped it into your mouth, immediately feeling a rush of dopamine from the sugary taste of the candy.

Miles gazed over at you, resting on his shoulder and mindlessly sucking on the blowpop, silently taking the chance to admire your beauty. Even though you were just an eight-year-old girl, you were already so beautiful, and this was something everyone seemed to know but you.

Miles was reminded of this fact whenever he took the chance to sneakily take longing looks at your soft pink lips, long dark eyelashes, iridescent eyes, and that soft hair that always seemed to glow in the sun. He loved all these small details about you, but was too young to understand what this meant to him yet. So he kept them to himself, storing it for later.

A while later, you lifted your head from his shoulder, and although it was plenty hot outside, he immediately missed your warmth. He wanted you to rest on him again, perhaps come even closer, but he wouldn't press the issue.

He thought of you and what he wanted for a quick moment before he was snapped out of his thoughts when you looked up at him with a soft smile and asked him if he thought that you guys would be friends forever.

"Of course we will. We are best friends forever, remember?" He replied, fanning his flushed face.

"Yeah, but what if we get older and make new friends? You'll probably forget all about me and have way more fun with them." You countered, eyes wide, with the thought of growing up without your best friend.

"But I wouldn't, cause you're my number one girl for life. I would make other friends, but they would never come close to me as close as you are to me. I promise." He said.

As if to emphasize his words, he leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was gentle, almost feather-light, and it sent a shiver down your spine. You felt a strange fluttering in your chest, like butterflies were trapped inside. You didn't understand what was happening, but it felt nice.

Just as you were about to ask him what was wrong, he leaned in even closer. His lips were just inches from yours, and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. Time seemed to stand still as you waited for him to make his move, but you were unsure of what that move was yet.

And then he kissed you.

His lips were soft and warm against yours, and they sent a rush of heat through your entire body. He remembered the taste of the cherry-flavored lollipop on your lips and the softness and warmth of your skin. Time seemed to stand still as you kissed under the shade of the tree, the soft summer air caressing your skin.

He inhaled the scent of what was sure to be shampoo, its sweet, fruity smell making him only want to smell more of it. He counted to five in his head because it's what he had seen all the other kids do in the movies when they kissed, and when he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your cheeks flushed from the heat and the kiss. He smiled down at you, his amber eyes sparkling in the sunlight with something he was sure to love.

And this is when he knew that he was in love with you.

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Now, eight years later, when he was sixteen and you were fifteen and a half --you always liked to point out whenever Miles teased you for your age difference--,Miles couldn't help but wonder if you remembered that day.

Did you remember the feeling of his lips on yours? The feeling of his skin pressing against yours? The sweet, innocent smiles that happened after that kiss?

Miles couldn't help but think of that moment as he lay on his bed, the sunlight streaming in through the window casting a warm glow across your face. Your hair was spread out around you like a halo of gold, and your eyes were closed as you lay on your stomach, lazily flipping through a fashion magazine.

He couldn't help but stare at you. Since you had gotten older, you had started to fill in nicely. Places where you weren't so curvy back then had started to fill in, and he couldn't help but take in every detail—every curve of your body, every freckle on your skin.

When he looked at you like this, he just knew he wanted to kiss you again. No, he didn't want to kiss you again, he needed to kiss you again. To feel your lips against his, to taste your sweet breath on his tongue.

"What do you think about this dress?" you asked suddenly, interrupting his thoughts. He blinked, coming back to reality, and forced a smile. "It's really pretty," he mumbled, trying to focus on what you were saying, although his mind felt scattered with thoughts he knew he shouldn't have.

You smiled back at him, and in that moment, he felt like everything was alright. He felt like he could forget about kissing you and how much it hurt to be so close to you yet so far away. He felt like he could finally breathe.

But then you leaned over to pick up your water bottle, and as you did, your shirt rose up just enough to reveal a sliver of smooth skin at your hip. It was only for a second, but it was enough to make his heart race and his palms grow sweaty. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch you, to feel your skin against his own.

"So, do you think I should get my nails done in that color?" You continued, gesturing to a pretty shade of pink on the page of the magazine. The pink had reminded him of that one hello kitty girl you liked, my Melanie? but he didn't have time to think about it for too long before he forced himself to look at the page and focus on your words.

But all he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss you again, to feel the softness of your lips against his. He swallowed hard, trying to clear his throat. "Um, yeah, that color would look really good on you," he managed to say. "You should totally do it."

Sensing the tension in the air, you look up at him and find him staring back at you with something that can only be described as love in his eyes. A blush crept up on your face, and you tried to clear your throat. The tension between you was growing thicker as you both struggled to maintain eye contact.

Finally, you decide to break it, glancing down at your magazine and pretending to focus on the pictures. "Well, I guess I'll have to ask Mom what she thinks."

Miles nods, pretending not to notice the awkwardness between you. "Yeah, maybe you should." He mumbles, swallowing hard, feeling the urge to reach out and touch you growing stronger by the second. He forces himself to stay still and focus on anything but these feelings, though.

The silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken words and unacknowledged feelings. You both know what happened, you both felt things that neither of you were sure were supposed to be felt, but neither of you dared to acknowledge them. It's as if you're both afraid that if you say anything, it will make it real, make it permanent.

But Miles couldn't take this anymore. He needed you, and he knew what he needed to do in this moment.

Miles clears his throat, looking away from you for a moment, focusing on a spot across the room. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do. Then, without warning, he leans forward and presses his lips against yours.

It's a soft kiss at first, tentative and unsure, but as you respond, your fingers softly trailing up his shoulders and your lips meeting his exactly how they needed to, it becomes something else.

His hands find their way to your face, cradling your cheeks as he deepens the kiss. You taste like cherry lip gloss and it instantly reminds him of the cherry blowpop flavored kiss the two of you had shared years ago.

But now, the two of you were older. Kissing meant more than just some innocent, childlike crush thing. Kissing meant more, and in this moment, he knows that he's never wanted anything more than to be able to taste you, to feel your lips against his, to breathe in the scent of your mango shampoo-scented hair.

You pull away for a moment to catch your breath, but he still holds you close to him. Savoring the closeness between you two, he whispers sweet things against your lips, whispering all of the things he's been wanting to say since he was eight years old.

"I love you, like, really, love you" he whispers, his eyes closed and his fingers tracing your cheeks and sliding up into your hair, gently touching the soft strands.

I love you too, Miles. I always have" You mumble back, your hands resting on his shoulders and your lips still softly brushing against his.

You pull away for real this time, slowly opening your eyes and seeing something you've never seen before. You see a depth of an emotion that you didn't even know existed. You see love. Not the puppy-love of your childhood, but the mature, true love that only comes from years of knowing someone and realizing just how much they mean to you.

So, you kiss him again. This time, with a passion that Miles knows he'll be getting for the rest of his life.

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[gisachi]

12 Games: Shinichi and Ran Game # 8 - Secret Rating: T Summary: How long can they keep up? How long until they give in?

(Read here or in FFN ! Link provided.)

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It wasn’t that they were purposely avoiding the topic of their relationship.

First of all, and to be absolutely clear, there was no relationship to speak of. They were as casual as could be, the typical standout beauty and brains, coexisting with the mortals in class. But everyone in the room thought they looked good together, and it came as a shock when one blessed soul mustered the courage to ask, “Are you two secretly dating?”

Shinchi blinked once, Ran looked at Shinichi, Shinichi looked at Ran, both looked at the classmate.

“No we’re not,” they said in unison, in a manner that sounded like they were actually secretly dating.

“You’ll make beautiful babies really,” the blessed soul blushed. Shinichi’s eye twitched. Ran nearly choked. Both could hear Sonoko’s laughter in the distance.

To be asked that question was crazy, to hear that follow-up was even crazier, because not only did it plant strange seeds in their heads - they were good friends, damnit - but constant and collective affirmation by people around had made them pause and think and wonder, really wonder, whenever they’d lend the other a pen or space out at lunch break or lie alone in bed at night, even for just a split second, whether as just a joke, what it would be like to bond, to date, or–god forbid–to hook up.

Which they hadn’t done, of course. All silly thoughts stayed in the head. Perhaps the farthest they’d gone physically was that extra two-second fingertip graze during the baton pass at the sports festival. The touch lingered a bit, and Shinichi wasn’t exactly sure if the burning sensation up his skin was due to the scorching heat of summer or something else as he watched Ran's back, sun kissed and sweaty, ponytailed hair flowing gloriously with the wind as she sprinted to the finish line.

They did hang a couple of times since then, left in the lab after school for research. Contrary to what others may imagine, all interactions were in fact, wholesome. In empty classrooms they learned a lot about each other – her favorite color, his favorite food. The way she’d touch her chin before selecting strawberry yogurt from the vending machine. The way he’d crinkle his eyes when reading texts from the bulletin board like he needed a pair of glasses. All sorts of trivial matters only a few knew about because nobody would dare hang around popular kids unless they were themselves popular. A misconception the rest of their classmates should learn to shake off.

Because the thing was, whether or not the other held such stature, it had nothing to do with why his heart did weird somersaults on the day she started addressing him by his first name. It was silly, it happened after a successful English report and he found himself fighting the urge to ask 'it isn't just me, is it?' in front of the whole class like a desperate sadboy loser. The same way it wouldn’t alter the words scribbled behind her notebook - her full name beside a heart beside his full name beside a question mark, under jagged loops of erasures caused by an approaching threat that was Sonoko.

There was no relationship to speak of. Not even situationship. But definitely there was something that had become impossible to ignore. And if it weren’t for that godforsaken question still lingering in their minds a month after it had been asked, they wouldn’t allow themselves to be put into this awkward position.

Maybe the best way to let the telltale fire die down was to be firm in the belief there was none to begin with. So they wouldn't talk about it. Wouldn't dwell on it.

If it was just them, they could survive this easily. But there was one major factor to take into account. The setting.

For what was high school if not absolute lack of privacy and the inane need of youngins to be informed of one another’s lovelife?

“I guess our friendship means nothing to you now huh, Kudou-kun.”

Shinichi glanced up and back at his phone, merely giving a light snort to Nakamichi who sat opposite him, back on the blackboard. After seconds of his classmate’s unrelenting stare of death despite Shinichi’s obvious nonchalance, he decided to address the lad, albeit begrudgingly. “What’s it this time, Nakamichi.”

“Suzuki-san said she saw you and Mouri-san walking home together yesterday. As expected, getting the girls waay before us.”

Shinichi sighed. “I told you. Our houses are in the same direction. It was nothing.”

“It rained and she said you shared an umbrella.”

“She left hers at home. Were you expecting me to let her get soaked while I hog the umbrella?”

“Nah actually, was expecting you to give her the umbrella and you dash under the rain, dude.”

“She wouldn’t allow it. Ran isn’t that type to let such a situation happen.”

“Huh. Already at that level of familiari– wait, first name. You heard that, Aizawa?”

The classmate sitting diagonally across Shinichi nodded, invested in the ongoing conversation.

“Again. You all are misguided moro–”

“Guess brushing shoulders with Mouri-san and having his own seinen manga moment are just something he can do so freely now. I get it man. We all do. We’re jealous, man, but we’re happy for you, congratulations.”

“Guys, please–” Shinichi ran a hand over his face, “Quit it. Ra– Mouri-san and I have nothing going on. She can stare me down all day and we’ll both be chill. Take everything she does and everything she says like a classmate to a fellow classmate. Nothing more and nothing less. Believe me.”

Shinichi regretted making that remark instantly.

Because with eyes drilled to his phone, he could practically see the menacing expression exchanged between the two dudes in front of him. Talk about a non-existent fire. Just now, he believed he might have fueled something akin to a disaster.

It didn’t take long for the bad hunch to be validated as the next thing he heard was Nakamichi beckoning to someone across the room.

“Mouri-san! My bad. Are you doing something right now? Have time to spare before our next class?”

Ran, ever so courteous, acknowledged Nakamichi. A quick glance at the wall clock, before a friendly “sure, what is it?”, facing his direction. A mix of emotions stirred inside Shinichi. He especially felt sorry for Ran. More so for himself, because whatever the hell his friends were about to do, he knew they were up for the kill.

What was high school if not a bunch of teenage idiots and their countless attempts to embarrass their friends in front of the opposite sex just for something to talk about over SNS the same night?

“Our good friend here–” Nakamichi walked behind Shinichi and patted his shoulder, about to go on with a fake script, “There’s something off with him today, or not, maybe just his usual conceit, but in any case we need you to say magic words to him to bring him back to earth.”

‘I have no idea what he’s talking about.’ While Nakamichi droned on, Shinichi relayed his message to Ran through telepathic eye contact, as he often did. Easy to catch his worldless complaint, Ran fought back the smile that wrung her lips, acknowledging Shinichi’s honesty with a soft knowing blink.

Jesus, why did that gesture make his heart tumble for a second?

“Ten times and… Has to be me?” Ran pointed to herself, tone slightly surprised. Shinichi snapped back to reality and became aware of the way her eyes widened at Nakamichi, Shinichi having completely missed the latter’s words.

“Has to be you, yes.” Nakamichi replied gallantly.

“Has to be what?” Shinichi turned around to seek confirmation, only to be answered by Nakamichi’s sly grin.

“Yeah right, Kudou-kun. Pretend you didn’t hear what I just said.”

“I really didn–”

“I like you, Shinichi.”

As quick as lightning, Shinichi whipped his head back at Ran, who sat across her resolutely, eyes fixed on him. “Wh–”

“That’s the first! Wahaha nine to go!”

Almost everyone started gathering around their table by then. Nakamachi’s roastings were morphed out as Shinichi remained dumbfounded the entire time. All that was in his head was the ringing of Ran's words. Something like—

“I like you.”

He didn’t mishear, right? That was the second time. But despite this phrase uttered out of her lips, shouldn’t it have caused everyone to shut up like he was now, instead of creating a ruckus around the room? Was the world tripping with him right now?

Maybe it was, because in the haze of his senses he heard the girls squeal and Nakamichi declaring “That’s two already! Whoa, Mouri-san’s good!”, almost like a referee in a boxing match with Shinichi close to being K.O.’ed. And they were just at round two.

Immediately, his mind tried to digest the scenario: the stupid classmates horsing around five minutes ago, the blurred words of Nakamichi consisting of phrases ‘ten times’, ‘magic words’, ‘say it with a straight face’, ‘maintain eye contact’, ‘we tried but he kept winning’, Ran in front of him being a good sport acknowledging Nakamichi, Ran’s surprised gaze, Ran’s determined self as she said the sacred phrase twice without faltering… wearing her usual game face.

It didn’t take long to click. This was the game. This was a game.

The first ‘I like you’ made him want to float and disintegrate into particles. But that was the trap. He wanted to check his watch and glare at Nakamichi but surprisingly had the mind not to in fear of being called a loser. Great. Now he felt like he was indeed in high school. Had the game already started? Why did he suddenly become so competitive?

“I like you.”

She said so again, and at this point he was uncertain if he was being absorbed by the game or by his own delusion. He could hear his heart pounding rapidly in his chest, uncertain if caused by the thrill of the game or the actuality of hearing Ran say those three words, eight letters, to him.

“I like you.”

She was a natural, saying heartstopping lines meant to be told to a lover while looking him straight in the eyes. They weren’t lovers, maybe he wished they were, oh dear lord what was he thinking? What was she feeling?

“I like you.”

That phrase made him want to throw himself out the window to hide the gradually shifting colors of his cheeks, to loosen his tie to allow himself to breathe.

“I like you.”

It made him sweat on his palms, eyes unable to drag themselves away from hers because perhaps, there was no harm imagining that this could be real.

“I like you.”

It made him want to cave in and pull her close and kiss her senseless like they were meant to do that for ages. But before he could do that, of course, he must…

“I like you, I like you, I like y–”

“Marry me, Ran.”

The classroom went still.

And then, berserk.

Nakamichi may in fact be right. There was something wrong with Shinichi. On a normal day, his brain generally worked faster than his mouth. Not today, he supposed. He wanted to put a tape over it, having imagined himself in the headlines: high school boy slapped hard on the face for being too rash to ask a classmate’s hand in marriage. All because the concept of ‘like’ got him reeling. Let the collective yelps drown out her response, he’d rather not hear it. Whether it be a good or bad one, he’d die.

Stunned at Shinichi’s sudden declaration, both Shinichi and Ran remained unmoving as the rest of the class celebrated what seemed like a successful engagement. The game had ended, right? Would he even call it a game? How stupid. God forbid he had to repeat what just left his mouth nine more times–

“Might be more apt to ask again in ten years, don't you think?"

As much as they couldn't keep the excitement back, all became silent when Ran spoke. Her eyes were set on Shinichi, gentleness marking her features. The apple on her cheeks was pinker than ever, but she spoke with utmost sincerity, enough to make everyone in the room partly scared and partly curious. Had she started taking this seriously amidst the crazy childish chaos?

“I– huh. In ten years? No, I dunno, Ran, sorry I was– Um.”

A bumbling mess, Shinichi tried his best to swallow the lump down his throat and meet her eyes. It was for this exact reason that Shinichi held back for the longest time, aware of the risk of putting people on the spot. The risk of falling, and failing miserably. Yet, at that moment, deciding between taking everything back and succumbing to his yearning tore his teenage brain apart.

The ticking of the clock was so loud that it could drive one mad. Expectant eyes were all set on him and her. He knew, absolutely knew at this second he should stop prodding. Because the moment he spoke it into existence–

“Okay. If ten years is now, Ran – What will you say?”

“Yes, I think I will marry you.”

Everyone along with him died.

It was a mystery when the game started and when it culminated, who won and who lost, what their classmates chanted and screamed in the background. Even as the noise receded after their teacher came in class and students hustled to their desks, two pairs of eyes refused to break connection, subtle, secret, relenting only when the teacher started recapping yesterday’s Biology lesson.

All he could think about was how he’d actually, actually want to put a ring around that finger, ten years into the future.

(And perhaps, maybe, possibly, kiss her senseless, later.)

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A/N: This one is inspired by the Aishiteru Game, Tama Craindre’s one-page comic, and an anon request. (Hi all. Yes, I am still alive. :D)

[teez-the-time]

Strawberry and Wine: PREVIEW

Pairing: Consort! Seonghwa x Emperor! Fem! Reader

Genre: fantasy, romance, smut

Synopsis: as an Emperor, you liked to indulge in the pleasantries of life. The shiniest jewels, the best wines, the tastiest delicacies. But in the years of your reign, you had never found something as exquisite as the lips of Park Seonghwa.

Warnings: masturbation (f and m receiving), oral sex (f), breast play, piv sex, riding, dry humping, grinding, a lil food play, alcohol consumption (no drunk characters), pretty vanilla actually, body wordship, my characters are whipped as usual, pls tell me if I miss something

Wc: 7k-8k

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Release date: April 21, 2024

A/N. Let's pretend like I didn't disappear for three entire months after promising to have some stories coming soon. College kicked my ass, but at least I have two free weeks before going back to that hellhole. Either way, if you want to be added to the taglist, comment here or DM me!!

The wing reserved for the royal consorts was exquisite and lavish. Several rooms expanded around, forming a circle with a marble fountain in the middle depicting two lovers embracing each other with the utmost intensity. A dome was constructed on top of it, so the lovers were perpetually bathed in sunshine or moonlight. The floors were carpeted with the finest rugs imported from exotic lands in faraway continents. No speck of dust could be found on any corner, and all vases were always kept full with your favourite flowers. All the artwork was seasonally changed and handpicked by the emperors themselves according to their consorts' tastes. After all, it was the emperors' duty to pamper them and keep them content.

Having prided enough in your work at the consort wing, you began walking through the left part of the circle. Despite being able to hold many guests, most of the chambers were empty. In your short reign as emperor, you had only taken four consorts, without planning to add more in the foreseeable future. As a female emperor, it wasn’t a good look for your legacy to be remembered for promiscuity rather than your political achievements. Also, you were quite content with whom you had chosen to be your lovers.

Normally, the consort wing was brewing with life, always full of servants and guards waiting on your partners. While it could be refreshing to breathe that atmosphere, it was undeniable that the emperor’s visit was a cause of drama in the palace. Everyone was always eager to learn who were you coming to see, what you talked about and what to expect, and no doubt the speculation resulted in scheming that you weren’t ready to discover just yet. That’s why you tried to keep your appearances late and spaced in between, just to keep gossip at bay.

And, maybe, add some excitement too.

Seonghwa’s room was the farthest away, much to your dislike. Nevertheless, the wait made your little escapade even more thrilling. You reached the door, softly knocking on the sturdy wood. A few seconds passed and no one answered it. You knocked again, and still no answer. By now, one of Seonghwa’s servants would have opened it to let you go in, but tonight didn’t seem to be the case. Starting to get worried, you grabbed the knob and tried to push it open by yourself. Surprisingly, it offered no resistance and you found yourself inside Seonghwa’s chambers. You were preparing to scold him for his imprudence of leaving a door unlocked at night when the most pleasant of smells inundated your nostrils.

At first, it was just the sweet aroma of vanilla and jasmine, but the more you breathed in, the richer the smell got. Soon enough, your mind was floating along with the scent, making you relax into the atmosphere. It reminded you of something hidden in the depths of the soul. Desire. It wasn’t strong nor overpowering, but it lingered there, just barely out of reach .

When you shook out the initial stupor of the aroma, you scanned the room looking for your companion for the night. Normally, he would be waiting for you in one of the exquisite sofas and chairs of the sitting area before the door, but tonight he wasn’t there either. 

Apparently, the young lord had made sure that your night was full of oddities.

[ghost-proofbaby]

Can I get a strawberry midsummer’s night with robin please?💜

absolutely yes yes yes <3 hope you enjoy!! thank you for the request <3

sticky kisses and serendipity

warnings: other than fem!reader? none. just lovin' on our girl. <3 not edited tho

wc: 1.3k+

come enjoy a sweet summer treat with me <3

“You’ve got something, right… here!” 

There’s something in the warm summer air tonight. A lightness, a breeze of a feather that hadn’t been there the last few months. The heat has rid itself of the stifling humidity, the sun has begun to take its leave for the day, and the lake water has gone still with a tranquility you can feel within the depths of your chest. Even the occasional breeze can’t break the surface of the water, no ripples in sight as your feet hang off the dock. 

“Wha-” Robin had started to genuinely question, but she cuts off halfway through her question when your intentions get revealed; your finger swipes through the top of your ice cream cone, gathering just enough sweet treat to swipe across the tip of her nose. “No!” 

She lets out a whine, reaching too slow for your wrist as you retreat, still giggling a bit. 

You feel like a child, all vibrant eyes and aching cheeks as you watch the girl who’s the sole reason for it basking in the blanket of the dying day’s golden light. Giggling at anything and everything, tongue cold with a scoop of Rocky Road that you both could pretend for a moment hadn’t cost you the last of your latest paychecks. 

No one around to judge. No one around to witness. It’s just you, your girl, and the still lake water. 

“C’mon,” she continues to complain, but she’s still smiling back at you, striking something deep within your bones. She holds her own sherbet shake in the hand farthest from you, the pretty shade of pink matching the slow-healing sunburn that dusts the tops of her cheeks, “That’s not even fair. I’m gonna be all sticky now.” 

“Want me to kiss it better?” you tease, leaning forward, feeling the wood planks beneath you dig into your bare thighs. 

She’s quick to lean away from you, the sparkle of the chase glittering in her eyes as she jokes, “You? Gross. Why would I ever want a dingus like you to kiss me? Ugh.” 

Every word is laced up tightly with sarcasm, her hardly being able to get through them without the interruptions of soft scoffs, knowing just how ridiculous she is being. 

The joke doesn’t even hurt – it only makes something further bloom in the pit of your stomach as you pucker your lips and continue to chase her retreating figure, biting back a grin that matches her own. When she had first met you, she’d been too nervous to even recognize your sarcasm at times, let alone conjure her own. The joke was a sign of the times; the joke was evidence of a thawing that had happened over a blissful spring and long summer, preparing the two of you for crisp autumn. 

The joke showed she loved you. In whatever ways she could. 

The sun continues to creep below the horizon as the two of you continue all your childish antics, your sticky lips eventually finding home against her warming cheeks, noting the blush that spreads like wildfire at the simplest of your touches. You make a point to reach out your thumb, intent on swiping away all the chocolate residue you’d left behind, but she’s quick to stop you. Gentle fingers curling around your wrist, head turning sharply so you can’t reach that tainted cheek. 

“Don’t,” she whispers, even though there’s no one around. 

“I thought you didn’t want my dingus kisses.” 

All-consuming, her shy smile nearly blinds you, “I think I’ll live if we leave it until I go home.”

“It’s sticky,” you laugh a little, trying to reach your thumb out again. She stops you again, “Your hair’s gonna stick to it-”

“Don’t care,” she breathes out, set in her ways as her eyes dart from your eyes to your lips for a brief second, “I really don’t care.” 

Brave and reckless, eager and aching, she surges forward just to get those sticky lips on her own. A simple peck, a quiet slotting of lips against one another, but it says enough. A point is being made – she doesn’t care about the stickiness, and she does in fact want all your kisses. 

The feeling’s sort of mutual.

You sort of want to steal every kiss from her you can get away with, you sort of want to occupy every breath she takes on this shoreline. You sort of want the promise of every single summer of hers, and she sort of wants to just give them over to you freely. 

You know it, surely, when her lips press harder against yours. 

You can taste the subtle fruitiness of her shake, sugar all over both your tastebuds until you really can’t decipher who had which ice cream. Chocolate and orange cream, the bits of waffle cone stuck in your molars, the overwhelming sweetness of it all – she wants it all, with you and only you. At some point, she sets her shake down to her side blindly, lifting that cold, cold palm to cradle your cheek as if you might just be the most precious thing in the world to her.

And you are. And the feeling? The feeling is terribly, terribly mutual. 

Golden hour fades to dusk, faded blue hues wrapping the two of you up as all the vibrant shades of sunset start to soften. The moon has visibly risen in the eastern sky, smiling down at the two of you as all your youthful jubilation is exchanged. Wandering hands, you being limited to only one as you let it curl into the hairs at the nape of her neck, and teeth clashing a bit from the way neither of you can stop smiling. There comes a point where it’s clear she’s kissed away every inch of stickiness off of you, but she doesn’t stop. Neither of you do, not until all the air in your lungs has finally escaped, and the stubborn need to breathe has to override your need for her. 

And even then, you keep close to her. 

You scoot closer, until your skin is flush with hers, as you both catch your breaths. Staring straight ahead, glowing in each other’s peripherals as you lock in on the trees around the edge of the lake. It’s still not quite enough, and so eventually, legs overlap and entangle, joints pressed together until you’re both nothing more than a conjoined knot as Robin rests her head on your shoulder.

The sunset’s pretty, especially reflected off the lake water, but you think she’s even prettier. You’re pretty sure that there’s no natural phenomenon that could ever outweigh her beauty, but now’s not the time to wax that sort of poetry to her. There’ll be other summer nights, other pleasant evenings, to whisper to the girl at your side about all the stars you can count in her eyes. For now, it’s enough to just feel the weight of her slumping against you, and smell the way her perfume intertwines with the lingering sunscreen on both your skin. 

“You think the ducks are gonna come back?” she randomly blurts out, referencing the real reason you two had come out here to begin with.

You’d wanted to feed the ducks. You swore it wasn’t just an excuse to get her alone (it was). 

You throw your head back in laughter, “Yeah. Yeah, they better. I don’t think I can finish this waffle cone on my own.” 

Impulsively, you twist your neck until you can press a soft kiss to the crown of her head, breathing in her subtle shampoo. Your lips linger for several extra seconds, far longer than necessary, but it’s okay. You’ll allow yourself the honor, if for nothing more than to be an effort to contain all the adoration threatening to burst at your seams for the girl you lean further into. 

Once your lips retreat, she lifts her head, turning to glance at you for a moment before she returns the affection without hesitation. Soft lips press into the bare skin of your shoulder, and you both can only sigh in sync, in shared serendipity. 

“I could always help you with that, you know,” she wiggles her brows a little as she leans back, and you’re back to giggling like children. 

“Oh, I know.” 

Sticky kisses and serendipity. The perfect summer evening.

[valentine-cafe]

May I have a key lime pie, a vada and a rhubarb and strawberry crumble please?!?

[Afab gn reader]

Just thinking about being the Primordial husband's sweet little love and getting all excited every time you get to see Rishen!! Always counting down the days until you get to see him next!! Making sure you always bring gifts for her too!! Visiting her at work sometimes too and making sure you have a hot chocolate for them!!:D

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˖⁺. ﹙ corrupt god boyfriends  x gn reader x spy boyfriend. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . little love !! 🍒 :  corrupt god characters ˖ spy character﹙ verse 164 talisen & alessio, rishen 1311. ﹚

you love whenever your boyfriends take you to see your other boyfriend!

right foot first, left foot next — hurriedly making way towards your beloved’s office. with a large grin on your face, the two primordials following suit, exchanging fond, knowing, yet curious looks.

“verily, 'tis but a heated cup of cocoa, dear one. what dost spark thy fervor?” the tallest of your husband’s ask. his long fingers combing through your hair as you all continue to walk.

“you speak like an old man from the archaic times, how am i s’posed to understand that language tal?” you laugh, casting the man a glance before looking at alessio, who is by your left. holding the basket of goods you bought for rishen.

“it’s clearly not just one cup of chocolate.” the sorcerer hums in agreement, smirking a bit at the huff that escapes his husband.

“oh, cast the topic farthest into the sea.” after the huffing and mimicked puffing from both husbands, you reach the elevator that will lead all three of you straight to rishen’s office.

shuffling inside of it, while you drag the two with, you frantically and excitedly press the button. grinning wide as you hand the hot cup to your siren husband.

“could you reheat it?”

the question is simple, an easy one to fulfill. but of course, he wants to be a bastard about it, as per usual.

“dost thou perceive me a kettle, baobei?” he chuckles in response, earning a glare from you. which only pulls more laughs out of him.

the familiar ding pierces your ears, and you swing to look as the door open — ah, right, other people use this elevator too.

before you stands yu xi, rishen’s left-hand-reaper, their eyes flickering back and forth at the sight. only to look away and sigh.

“you know what. the stairs seem like a good way to the cafeteria as well—” you barely catch the sight of them leaving, as the doors close once more and the elevator moves the rest of the way to the top of the aegis building.

the anticipation builds as you enter, grabbing the cup and the basket from your husbands, who both laugh quietly at the display of you running towards rishen with a big smile. pressing a little kiss to her cheek as she catches you with shock riddled all over her face.

“what, you came to visit? you didn’t tell me—” she’d croon into your ear, only to let out the softest ‘omph’ as you put a cookie into her mouth. placing the basket down on her desk together with the hot cup of cocoa.

it is safe to say that her, your husbands and you all had a lovely evening with one another, eating from the basket whilst enjoying warm cups of cocoa, coffee and tea — which would lead to her being pulled out of work early for a nice dinner.

“ah, you all try to sabotage me!” she’d sigh in fond exclamation, but only follow ever so willingly.

[maliciousblog]

Hide and Seek Part 2

Warning: It gets dark towards the end read at your own discretion.

You didn't know how long you were held here the hours all melted together into one miserable nightmare.

The nauseating smell of the cabin he held you in became all too familiar to you.

You would have run away much earlier if not for the mangled state of your leg.

The wounds had healed leaving behind four long gashes that scarred your foot.

You were lucky to be able to walk again given the trap went through your flesh narrowly missing the bone encased within.

Your captor on the other hand was more than happy to help you around it was sickening

how much he dotted on you.

The way he would continue to carry you around even though you were well enough to walk around by yourself.

You didn't really have a say in the matter you were his little bunny his pet to do as he pleased and he made sure you were aware of your place.

The days he would take you down to the basement of the cabin. As he opened the hatch leading down the stench of death assaulted your nose the metalic stench clung to the air seeping into your clothes the smell would often linger even once you were out of the hell pit he called a basement where he kept the bodies of his victims.

He prepared to hunt them down like animals

Which ever unlucky hiker was unfortunate enough to cross his path.

He was methodical in his actions.

He would taunt them.

Toying with them it gave him some sick kind of pleasure seeing the looking of fear in their eyes when they realise that they aren't alone but they can't make who or what exactly is keeping them company.

He would saviour the moments as his prey slowly start to lose their minds at every little snap of a twig or a chrip of a bird.

The cherry on top was when they realised that they weren't going to make it out alive.

He loved watching the light die out of their eyes as they took their last breath.

It was sick sadistic game he liked to play.

He would near them then move away creating distance in a pathetic attempt to give them hope that they just might get away only to crush it in an instant as they got trapped in his web.

He did the same with you as well but you realised that he treated you as more of a pet rather than prey occasionally even using you as bait to lure in unsuspecting idiots.

But never let them get too close to you.

In a way he was protective of your growing fond of you as the time passed.

It sure didn't fell that way to you.

In your mind you were just another one of his play things kept around to amuse him when he was bored.

There were ocassional moments of tenderness amongst the violence that you shared.

When he would brush out and braid your hair before you slept or when he would of so gentle massage in lotion onto your skin leaving behind a faint scent of strawberries his personal favourite was when he would cuddle up to you by the fire place as you read to him.

In these moments he didn't seem like the monster he truly was.

In the faint glow of the fire his feathers appeared softer than they were an almost angelic gentleness to them. As he hummed as you read occasionally reaching up to place with your fingers resting his head on your lap as he guided your hand to brush over his head gently massaging his scalp.

The situation you were almost seemed normal.

To a person looking in from a window both of you almost seemed like a couple in love.

Even though that was the farthest thing from reality.

Maybe you had started to lose your mind as well.

When you looked down on his face his features relaxed as he was asleep in your lap.

You couldn't clearly make out what you felt for him was it anger for having killed your friends and holding you hostage, was it fear after witnessing what he was capable of or was it a third more dreadful thing love. Had he really broken you so badly that you had begun to care for him. The mere thought of that sent chills down your spine.

If you loved him you were no better than him.

No you couldn't let him get the best of you

You had to escape of atleast try to.

By now you had familiarised yourself with his patterns.

Most days when the weather was good he would go out for a couple of hours to collect fire wood and supplies.

That was your window of opportunity.

If you played your cards right that would give you a window of time short enough to escape or make it far enough to escape.

As long as your plan worked.

Most days he went out he would chain you up in the basement.

When he was at home he let you roam around upstairs if you were good.

Before he left you forced yourself to throw up convincing him that it was just a stomach bug and that you could use with some fresh air.

He let you stay upstairs given how sickly you looked.

You had become weak in his imprisonment loosing your appetite and and sleep resulting in deep bags under your eyes.

He knew that you couldn't really take getting sicker so he let you stay in your room.

Locking up the cabin as he drove his truck out into town to stock up for supplies.

As you saw his truck move further out of sight.

He slowly slipped out from under the covers.

Grabbing the ice pick up had stolen from the basement on one of your visits down

Angling it to the the end of the glass striking it till it shattered.

The opening was small enough for you to squeeze through but the shards of glass.

Cut into your skin as you worked your way out of the cabin.

You didn't know where to go but one thing was sure you had to make it as far away as you possibly could from this hell hole.

Picking a direction you ran .

The farther the distance the greater the chance of your escape.

Your could fell the twigs and leaves scraping at your skin.

While you felt fire in the muscles of your legs as the propelled you forward. Followed by the stabbing sensation on the side of your body.

Your body was shutting down.

The captivity he had subjected you to had taken a toll on your body making you weak.

The breath shortening in your body.

You had been running for a while now surely you could take a couple of minutes to gather your and slow down your breath.

Well that was your second mistake.

The first was tripping the motion sensors that he had hidden around the cabin and the trees surrounding the area.

He knew you had ran the second you lept out the window.

He just let you run because he found it amusing.

Watching his little bunny hop around in hopes of freedom only for him to hunt you down and devour you whole.

It was almost nostalgic reminded him of the night he had taken you the first time.

The image of your fear struck face was etched in his mind.

He got giddy with excitement each time he remembered it.

But this little cat and mouse game was getting drawn out a little too much.

Living in the woods he has memorized every turn he knew it like the back of his palm.

It was only a matter of time before he found you.

When he caught up to your steps were faltering your pace slowed by fatigue.

He watched you stagger around like a predator watching it's prey.

Enjoying watching the struggle of his prey.

Turning a corner taking a shortcut he stood concealed in the trees.

Watching as you ran right into his arms.

Before you could even turn around as you recognised his face staring right back at you.

His hands reached out in a bone crushing grip.

Another shooting up to your scalp dragging right back to where you came from.

Your pleas of desperation begging him to loosen his grip fell onto deaf ears as he dragged you across the forest floors.

A string of apologies followed it was like you were experiencing the five stages of greif as he dragged you back.

Finally accepting defeat as you could see the border of his cabin in sight.

Once inside he flug you onto the group your head colliding with the hardwood floor letting out a sickening crack.

You could feel warm liquid ooze out wetting your hair.

Your vision bluring out as the white hot pain seared through your skull.

You were about to pass out.

As you felt the back of his hand connect to your cheeks pulling you back into consciousness.

"Don't you go blacking out on me now sweetheart. You have a whole night of pain ahead of you.

If you are good maybe a little pleasure too.

Everything was going so well."

At this point he had you pinned beneath him straddling your hips rendering you motionless beneath him.

You let out a string of apologies to appease him.

He just looked down at you with hidden eyes holding nothing but anger.

" Why did you have to ruin it bunny.

I let you live , I gave you a place to stay , food to eat and how do you repay me?.

By being an ungrateful brat.

How about I give you a little brat of your own.

To bind you with me forever.

I've been thinking about it a lot lately. You would look so pretty all swollen.

I bet you'd make a great mother.

We could have a few little brats run around sound fun right?.

You and me and our little family."

The realisation left you petrified. You were never going to make it out of here alive.

Forever bound to this maniac.

Just another one of his victims but unlike the others who died quickly he would torture you for the rest of your miserable little life.

You heard his belt hit the ground bringing you back to reality this time it wasn't like the times he had taken you before which were tender and almost loving.

No this time he was on a mission he barely even looked at you as tears ran down your face only occasionally looking up to wipe them away and to whisper insults in your ear about how stupid you had been trying to run away.

A dumb bunny will always fall prey to the sly fox.

The slick between your legs doing nearly nothing to ease his entry as he split you open with his girthy manhood.

Jack hammering into your swollen cunt.

His hand roaming your body ripping off any fabric that hid your skin from him leaving you naked as the cold nipped at your skin.

He placed warm kisses on your exposed skin devouring it like a man who had been starved for days.

Leaving behind purplish brusies.

His other hand rubbing circles around your clit.

Until you were about to come undone for him.

He engulfed your mouth in a sloppy kiss swallowing your moans as you came around him.

You could feel his own pace begging to falter as his thrust because sloppy and desperate.

Letting himself go with a grown still not stopping even after he came determined to make sure his cum coated your insides.

The over stimulation making you shiver as he made sure you were full of him.

He moved off you and collapsed beside you.

" I think that did the trick. What do you think bunny. Feeling full yet. Im sure you can take a couple more loads.

We have the whole night to see just how much you can take."

[a-court-of-lust-and-stardust]

Love on Ice Chapter 13: The Song

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32 Days until Competition

They skated for almost two hours, practicing routine step sequences and spinning themselves dizzy during combination twirls, and it was the most Elain smiled during a very unserious practice. She’d needed this.

She’d told Azriel about visiting the cemetery that morning, the biggest contributing factor to her rather bland mood. He’d done precisely what she’d expected him to do: listen, hold her hands, dust a kiss across her forehead. But one brush of his lips wasn’t enough. It was Elain who had asked for another. She could have sworn his face lit up brighter than the stars. 

On the bench, they removed their skates and massaged their feet, laughing as they recalled when Azriel lost his footing and fell backward onto the ice. Even a seasoned skater made mistakes, he’d reminded her with a wink. 

Elain shrugged on her puffy pink coat and fixed her hair, opting for two braided pigtails. For some reason she wasn’t ready to say goodbye just yet. She felt lighter, rejuvenated. “Got any ideas for our song? That was probably the first thing we should have worked on instead of the routine.” 

Azriel pursed his lips, contemplating as he pulled on his hoodie and tucked his dark curls into a beanie. “I have a record player at home if you’d like to come by and listen to a few. I could order us a pizza too if you’re hungry, and I stocked up on a few wines just in case you decide to make more midnight appearances demanding alcohol.” 

Elain swatted his shoulder playfully. 

“Sounds awfully like a date there, mister,” She teased, zipping up her bag and moseying along toward the exit. His long strides caught up to her in just three steps. 

Azriel placed a hand over his heart, opening the door for her with his free hand. “Not a date, I promise. Just two friends eating pepperoni pizza and listening to music.” For his own sake, Azriel silently convinced himself it was a date. 

“Fine. On two conditions,” He raised a brow as she rattled them off on her gloved fingers. “We stop by the convenience store to get chocolate milk for my after-skate snack since I’m all out, and we get green peppers on half the pizza.” 

She couldn’t fully see his expression behind the gray face gaiter protecting his cheeks from the frigid air, but his shoulders shook as he playfully tugged the end of one of her braids. “Deal.” 

“So, why chocolate milk? What’s the story?” 

Elain chuckled as she and Azriel made their way into the small store. “It’s just a silly ritual I do after each practice. I think it started when I was eleven. I’d forgotten my water when I went to the frozen lake to practice one night. When I came home the first thing I saw was a cup of chocolate milk sitting on the countertop. I was so thirsty I finished it in three big gulps. Now after every practice, I treat myself to a glass. Plus, milk strengthens your bones anyway.” 

Azriel’s hazel eyes brightened as he listened to her. 

“That unoccupied chocolate milk just so happened to be Feyre’s,” Elain grinned, shaking her head. “That little girl sure had some…choice words to say to me. She didn’t speak to me for two days.” 

“Over milk?” He asked incredulously. 

“Do not underestimate the Archeron sisters’ love of chocolate milk,” Elain pointed a finger. Azriel raised his hands in mock surrender, leading her to the farthest corner of the store where the diary products were held.

“Oh, what the hell,” Elain frowned, breath frosting the glass as she stared into the refrigerator. 

Azriel followed her gaze, eyes dancing with laughter at the predicament. Only blueberry and strawberry milk were stocked on the shelves, leaving Elain with an adorable pout on her rose pink lips. In her moment of preoccupation with the lack of her favorite treat, he stared at her mouth just a tad longer and wondered what her lips tasted like. Wondered if he’d ever get the chance to find out. 

He grabbed his strawberry milk with a gloved hand, shaking it close to her face. She grimaced. “What's wrong with strawberry? It’s sweet.” 

“Yes, I know…but strawberry isn’t chocolate and I can't imagine it’s any good in milk, Azriel,” she said, glaring at the square box of milk in offense. He almost guffawed in the middle of the aisle. 

“Come on, try it,” He offered, stabbing the straw through the hole before pushing it to her closed lips. She didn’t budge, arms folded over her chest. “For me? I’m your partner. You’re supposed to trust me.” 

“Yeah, to not drop me on the ice,” Elain retorted. The lines etched into her forehead smoothed as she considered the pink milk. Locking eyes, she wrapped her lips around his straw and sucked. 

Azriel’s throat bobbed, palms sweaty beneath his gloves. Did the manager crank the heat up or something? “Well? What do you think?” 

She smacked her lips in a considerate fashion before offering him a lopsided smirk. “It’ll have to do for now.” Elain grabbed her own milk before they brought their drinks to the register, paid, and went on their way to pick up the pizza. 

“Hear me out,” Elain said, happily chomping away at her slice of pizza. They sat at the island in Azriel’s kitchen, surrounded by one large pizza box, small shakers filled with cheese, garlic, and oregano, and two half empty boxes of strawberry milk. “I’m thinking we could skate to a violin sonata or Piano Concerto One.”

Azriel’s own chewing slowed, one corner of his mouth slightly lifted higher than the other. “You want to do a…classical piece?” 

Her brows knitted, biting off another piece. She licked the sauce from her thumbnail, all the while Azriel’s eyes tracked the movement. “What’s wrong with that?” 

“Oh nothing, nothing. I just didn’t know you wanted the judges to be snoring during our performance,” Azriel snickered, biting the top of his milk straw. Elain’s eyes gleamed mischievously as she plucked a pepper from her pizza, quickly chucking it toward his face. He surprised them both by catching it in his mouth. 

“All of my performances have been to classical pieces!” She defended, setting down her slice and leaning her elbows on the table. “Granted, I never had a say in what song we performed anyway since Lucien always chose them. Now that I think about it though, the songs were sort of…bland.” 

“Exactly,” He said, dabbing his mouth with a napkin. “They’re boring. Every year the judges watch at least three performances to classical songs. It’s repetitive and doesn’t evoke any emotion from them because they expect it,” Taking one last bite of crust, he said, “We have the chance to be different. To find a song they’ve never heard, but one that makes them feel. Sadness, joy, love. Something emotional and passionate and–.”

“And maybe sexy,” Elain finished, fiddling with the end of her hair. This was still new territory for her, voicing her opinion on their performance. When she’d represented the Autumn Region, everything was chosen by either Beron or Lucien. The music. The choreography. Their wardrobe. She deserved to have a say this time, and maybe it was Azriel’s calm demeanor that made it easier for her to speak up. 

She followed the way his lips parted, sucking in a rapid breath of air. He could only nod and affirm hoarsely, “Yeah. Sexy.” 

Elain held his gaze. “I want…something romantic, too. We have chemistry. We need to use that to our advantage.” 

“Romantic and sexy,” Azriel agreed, clapping his hands together. “Then let’s see what I've got.”

After cleaning up their mess, Azriel led Elain into the living room, where she sunk her toes into the plush white carpet. He readied himself by the record player, flashing her a grin before playing the first song. 

Her body swayed as she listened to the melody, which was a bit slower than she liked. To test how it would feel as a performance, she eased into a step sequence, moving gracefully around the room. 

“What do you think?” 

She shook her head slightly. “It's a beautiful song, but it’s a bit too slow. What else is there?”

Azriel flicked to another song, and she repeated the same moves, adding in spins and small jumps, careful to avoid the fireplace. After the song ended, she bit her cheek sheepishly. “Another pretty song, but that was way too fast. Got anything else?” 

Nodding, Azriel played through four extra songs while Elain tried to bring them to life through her movements, but nothing felt quite right. Too fast, too slow, too little emotion. As the last song came to its conclusion, she huffed, folding her hands over her hips. 

“Hey, hey, easy. There’s one more,” Azriel soothed, pressing play on the last song of the night. Elain readied herself, and as soon as the music flowed through the room, she began. 

Azriel truly couldn’t help himself. His eyes tracked her body, so in tune with the music it appeared she was floating. His chest tightened as she twirled, and maybe it was the song or the overwhelming itch to touch her again, but he found himself striding toward her position by the fireplace and taking her hands. 

Her eyes fluttered open as they danced, letting the rhythm and melody seep into their core. Just as he’d done at the rink, Azriel lifted her in his arms, securing her body to his chest as they became one. The tips of her fingers played with the dark hair at the nape of his neck before sliding down his skin. Their eyes never left each other, even as the song culminated.

“How about that?” He whispered, lips inches away from her panting mouth. He wanted to kiss her. He so badly wanted to fucking kiss her. 

She licked her lips once, completely unaware of how desperately he was trying to hold himself together, before blessing him with the most stunning smile he’s ever seen. “I think we found our song.” 

Artwork by @chachachai17: Here

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

[readysetjo]

tag game✨ get to know me!

tagged by @theone thanks thanks thanks!!!

1) are you named after someone?

middle name/ what I go by here is from my aunt

2) when's the last time you cried?

after finishing SOTR, a couple of days after the release

3) do you like your handwriting?

yes, she's cute!

4) what is your favorite lunch meat?

turkey sliced very very thinly

5) do you have kids?

nope

6) if you were another person, would you be friends with you?

I think I'm pretty cool I would say so, yes

7) do you like sarcasm?

only if the person is also funny in other ways too. perpetually sarcastic people are tiring

8) do you still have your tonsils?

yes, one should have been removed and is perpetually large

9) would you bungee jump?

nopeeeeeeeeee, no interest whatsoever lol

10) what is your favorite kind of cereal?

I go through seasons of them. Right now it's frosted mini wheat! The strawberry one is great!

11) do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

no

12) do you think you're a strong person?

yes, just need to work on the resilience a bit

13) what is your favorite ice cream flavor?

vanilla with delicious flavors in it!

14) what is the first thing you notice about people?

either fashion choices or how interested they seem to chat

15) red or pink?

red!

16) what do you like least about yourself physically?

cholesterol is a little high rn

17) what color pants and shoes are you wearing now?

rainbow smiley print shorts and black crew socks

18) what was the last thing you ate?

prev, I'm jelly of your Mediterranean! I had alfredo (bowties)

19) what are you listening to right now?

Doctor Who episode Boom

20) if you were a crayon, what color would you be?

People recently said I was a sky blue or an orange. My favorite color is deep green. IDK though hmmmm

21) favorite smell?

warm scents like sandalwood or lavender

22) who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?

my mom!

23) favorite sport to watch?

soccer!

24) hair color?

medium brown

25) eye color?

green

26) do you wear contacts?

nope, glasses

27) favorite food to eat?

pasta probably!

28) scary movies or comedy?

horror!

29) last movie you watched?

Thunderbolts*

30) what color shirt are you wearing?

black Taylor merch

31) summer or winter?

winter!

32) hugs or kisses?

hugs any day. Or just to be laid on tbh

33) what book are you currently reading?

mentioning them for ages so I'll skip lol

34) who do you miss right now?

my very good friend who lives in Hawai'i

35) what is on your mouse pad?

don't use one

36) what is the last tv program you watched?

Doctor Who (as that is still what I'm listening too lol)

37 what is the best sound?

prev, the laughter answer is so cute!! I loooooove a diner/ coffee shop ambiance, thunderstorm, or campfire

38) rolling stones or the beatles?

The Beatles

39) what is the farthest you have ever traveled?

Don't know if Destin, Florida or Seattle, Washington is farther

40) do you have a special talent?

hmmm can't think of anything off the top of my head. My family does have a cool trait of thinking about someone and then that person reaching out soon after.

41) where were you born?

Missouri bby

Tagging:

@hyyyperfixated & @teardropsonsmyguitar & @whoscallingwhoafraud

[plothooksinc]

tag game 💜 get to know me!

Tagged by @angstsplatter <o/

1) are you named after someone? Nope. Far as I know, they just went "what's the most popular name going right now" and went with that.

2) when is the last time you cried? Uhhh...good question? Like I'll occasionally have 1.5 seconds of wobbliness when remembering something sad or whatever (like any time I wallow in memories of my dead cat, for example) but... hmm. It was. Some time this year? I honestly can't remember, which is very bizarre for me :|a

3) do you like your handwriting? Eh, it does the job. If I'm in a hurry it's a complete mess and if I take my time it's neat and legible, it'll do. I only ever handwrite intake forms these days.

4) what is your favourite lunch meat? Chicken!

5) do you have kids? HELL NO. Small mercies, etc etc.

6) if you were another person, would you be friends with you? LMAO I have no clue. Probably not for the same reason as prev: we'd never reach out to each other. But online friends, probably very much so.

7) do you use sarcasm? I run on sarcasm and spite and wise old crone impersonations, so...

8) do you still have your tonsils? Nope, lost those fuckers at 7. I've liked hospitals ever since.

9) would you bungee jump? Oh god hell no. I enjoy risky hobbies where, if things go wrong, I may still actually survive at the end.

10) what is your favourite kind of cereal? I don't eat cereal.

11) do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Nope. I do untie them before I put them back on though or the shoes start getting too loose.

12) do you think you're a strong person? /waves hand back and forth. I'm still here and finding enjoyment in life, so probably?

13) what is your favourite ice cream flavour? Chocolate and chocolate hybrids (ie choc-mint, choc-hazelnut, etc)

14) what is the first thing you notice about people? How they smile.

15 ) red or pink? Red.

16) what do you least like about yourself physically? My giant tree trunk arms. I mean why, body.

17) what colour pants and shoes are you wearing now? Blue jeans and black sneakers.

18) what was the last thing you ate? Some chicken and a stick of cheese and a pack of Belvitas.

19) what are you listening to right now? End of an Empire, by Celldweller.

20) if you were a crayon, what colour would you be? Maroon.

21) favourite smell? Petrichor!

22) who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? My housemate.

23) favourite sport to watch? If I'm forced to, tennis.

24) hair colour? Strawberry blonde with some silvering at the front. I tend to dye it a deep red, looks great.

25) eye colour? Blue.

26) do you wear contacts? Nope.

27) favourite food to eat? Tuna pasta. Chicken and chips. I'm a basic bitch |D

28) scary movies or comedy? Comedy.

29) last movie you watched? Uhh, good question. I don't really watch movies anymore. Hmm... probably the Rise movie tbh, which I haven't seen in like a year.

30) what colour shirt are you wearing? Black sweater.

31) summer or winter? Definitely winter. I don't melt and the spiders go away.

32) hugs or kisses? So many hugs pls.

33) what book are you currently reading? I just finished The Book of Doors last night, so I haven't picked up anything new yet. I have a couple library books by my bed and I'll pick one of those for tonight.

34) who do you miss right now? Nobody, really.

35) what is on your mouse pad? It's just plain black with the store logo on it.

36) what is the last tv program you watched? LMAO MY HOUSEMATE MADE ME WATCH VAGRANT QUEEN like... hilariously B grade bad but kind of entertaining over dinner.

37) what is the best sound? Rain.

38) rolling stones or the beatles? Rolling Stones.

39) what is the farthest you have ever travelled? I've never been outside of Australia. I've backpacked to the East Coast and travelled down to Kangaroo Island, that's about it. I can't afford further travel, alas. :c

40) do you have a special talent? I touch type at 120wpm+ and have excellent hand eye coordination and can recompose piano pieces by ear. I also just. Learn incredibly fast, as long as I'm interested in whatever it is. If I'm not interested, I can't retain it. (ADHD sieve brain?)

41) where were you born? South Australia.

42) people you hope will participate in this but don't have to? @technicallysublimechild, @controlled_spontaneity, @bobtheacorn, @wtf-skittens and whoever is very bored ✨

Also I somehow put the webpage into dark mode while answering this, how do I change it back--

[starandcloud]

Dee Metal Family Headcannons

Lil head cannons I have about Dee, WILL be added on to- without a doubt- There probably won't be any explanations for these

He uses He/They pronouns.

"Low Support Needs" Autistic with special interests in: - Music - Languages - and Technology

Usually has his earbuds in for a sensory thing, not always listening to music.

His favorite subjects are: - Math - Art - Science - and Tech

His hair used to be longer, and he used to braid it but the way it laid against his back triggered sensory overload.

Same thing when he cut his hair to look like Glam's. Everything was okay, except for the fact that he could feel the air on the back of his neck, and it freaked him out. So, Glama and Vickey got him some thick chokers and a hoodie with a thick hood to wear while his hair grew out again.

When Dee was younger a teacher cut his hair, making him cry because of sensory issues. It kinda traumatized him.

He might be tone-deaf, but he plays the drums really well!

He can sing amazingly.

If he likes you, he'll charge less for his services.

He has a bunch of sketchbooks filled with random bullshit.

He's a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to his grades and gets mad at himself if he gets below a 90% on anything.

He has AMAZING handwriting

Loves cats and feeds a stray one that's by the video store

Dee and Lif briefly dated but decided to just stay friends, she's his dealer now

Dee smokes weed/vapes to deal with stress but only when Heavy/his parents aren't home or it's late at night

100% has a Love/Hate relationship with his hair being played with. On one hand its soothing and on the other it's a massive overstimulation.

It's big on PDA but will hold your hand

Dee's a silent romantic. Which means: he'll stand behind you when you're on a stool/chair to catch you if you fall. When you're in the store he'll have his hand on the center/small of your back, when he walks you home he'll make sure you're on the "inside" of the sidewalk, his arm is around your waist (or his hand is on your waist), at random times. When/if he's at your/your are his house, he makes sure you're the farthest away from the door. "Just in case, you'll be safe", he told you that when you asked why you HAD to sleep on the inside of the bed. He'll order you gifts, and have them ordered to your house. If you bend down near something with a sharp corner, he'll cover it with his hand so you don't hit your head.

He labels EVERYTHING the two of you do as a date

He has a lot of picture of you, you make his heart happy

His favorite date with you, so far, was sitting/laying on a hill teaching you how to correctly vape with music playing in the black ground

His favorite flavor is literally ANYTHING strawberry

His vape is rainbow colored

Makes you playlists as a way to show his affection

NEVER hesitates to help you

Loves it when you wear his clothes

He has Life360 so he knows you're safe

Dee is always acutely aware of your body language, mood, and how you dress and talk. He knows when your period (if you possess a V) and leaves chocolate on your desk for you

Hasn't charged you for his help since you started dating

He'll never admit it, but he gets separation anxiety with you

He's acutely aware of your clothing and jewelry sizes

He got you and him promise rings with yours and his birthstones in them, he wears his around his neck because overstimulation

Applesauce is a safe food for him

He's not big on Energy Drinks but does like the C-4 Skittles

His favorite candy is the Wild Berry Skittles

Dee likes modern music but loves the walkman. He got one when he was twelve (12) and it broke after a few years it broke, which really upset Dee. So Chive MacGyvered it to work again and Glam bought another one, just in case Dee's broke again

Dee prefers colder weather because he, then, has an excuse to wear comfort/heavier clothes

He doesn't really do parties but goes if invited, so he's not seen as rude

He's touch-starved so, he loves it when you spontaneously hug him

He loves forehead kisses, "They're gentle and soft"

Dee tends to get clingy if it's been a while since the two of you saw each other (outside of school). He'll hold you from behind and hide his face in your neck to whine quietly. But if you're at his house/he's at your house he'll be little spoon or be cuddled up to your chest

If the two of you can't be alone while he's being clingy, he'll be irritable and hold onto you tightly

I can see him having BPD or Bi-Polar Disorder, he NEEDS to see/talk to you at least once a day so he doesn't start overthinking that you don't love him or you're leaving him

Has Anxiety and OCD

He loves to kiss you randomly, he revels in the sight of you blushing and hiding your face from him

Craves Skin-to-Skin contact. Hates the feeling of clothes against his hands/skin when he's trying to be affectionate

Can/Will/Has beat the crap out of someone for making you uncomorrtable when you had dressed up for a date. His mom helped while his dad and Heavy distracted you.

Before he was actually dating you everyone already thought you were. E.g.: #1 - "Love?" "Yes Dee?" "Did I leave my sweater at your house?" "The black and blue one?" "Yes, that one." "Yeah, I washed it" "..." ":)" "..." "?" "So it smells like you?" "Mhm!" "Good." #2 - "Dee?" "Yes Darling?" "Can I come over tonight?" "Of course, is everything okay?" "My parents-" "Enough said, Just wear my clothes" "Okay!" #3 - "Angel?" "Yes Dee?" "I love you Sweetheart." "I love you too Darling." #4 - "Sweet baby?" "Yes Batty?" "Can you check over my work please?" #5 - "Are you taking a shower?" "Mhm" "Okay." *Ten minutes later* "STOP GIVING ME YOUR CLOTHES!" "No, like how ou look in them." "..." "*smug ass grin* "... Would you like to cuddle?" "... Yes... Please..." "Come here sweet baby"

Dee REALLY likes Calypso Lemonade

He does listen to Pop, but its sparingly

Loves to play with your hair, he usually does your hair and make-up

He gets jealous easily, and it shows

Calls you; "Love", "Darling", "Angel", "Sweetbaby"

You're one of the few people he lets play with his hair

He goes to pop concerts with you. He says it's just to make you happy, but he enjoys the music

He wears whatever you get him, no matter how silly or stupid it seems

He loves watching you do mindless things. Like draw or bite your like or start blankly into space, he usually gives you his notes from the class when that happens

Doesn't deal with yelling well, it's an over stimulation thing

He has TikTok so you can tag him in the vidoes you make with him

The next few could be seen as NSFW so here's the line to stop-

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He kisses your neck when you're sad to make you feel better

"God damn... You look so perfect like this...

Never hesitates to praise you; EX: - "This is perfect, you did so well" - "You're doing great baby, I'm so proud" - "You're handling this stress so well, good job" - "Good God... Look at you, doing such a good job..." - "Such a pretty baby." - "Did you do your makeup? You look great Love"

"Fuck... You're so pretty when you blush like that..."

[thatthirdtriplet]

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And here’s the listed fics (with links!):

A Bat and his Birds

A bespoke tuxedo his only armor

A Brief Interview

A canary’s song

A Gentlekid Thief

A Meditation on Railroading

A nest torn empty

A pitter patter bitter batter brother

A Revelation

A revelation in the light of day

A Robin's Flight.

A small nest in no man’s land

A Strange Family

A watchful kind of love

Accismus

All hands on deck

And if you wrong us

Ashes, ashes we all fall down

Baby Birds and Bat Caves

Baby Robin

Banshee In A Well

Bats in the Belfry

Be there

Best friends

Betting Warmth against the Cold

big brother’s love

Blood of the covenant.

Break

Calling in favors

Can he cook?

Cards on the Table

‘Cause you all try to keep me down

Cause You're My Brother

Coal to Diamonds (sold to fools)

Coming out to the farm

Cradle Robber

Cuphead

Damian Drake

Dangerous and noble things

Darling boy

Day by day

Days I have held

Dead Air (don't let me fall)

Die a hero (become a villain)

Don't You Want to Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang

Duke finds his place

easy as pie.

Everything’s better with Strawberry Ice cream.

Every Night My Teeth Are Falling Out

Exit strategy

Explosions and little brothers

Eyes on you

farthest you’ve ever flown

Finding the line

fire that’s kept closest burns most of all

First priority

First Steps

Flood

From the shadows

geolocation

Good men don’t need rules (today is not the day to find out why I have so many)

Gotcha

Hand in unlovable hand (a chokehold)

Happy napping-day.

Hasn't This Kid Ever Heard of Stranger Danger?

Have you seen my kids?!

Here's a Reminder (That You Haven't Fallen Through the Cracks)

Hero worship

Hold me, love me, touch me (you’ll be the first who ever did)

how easily we turn into those we hate

How to accidentally acquire a brother

How to feed your local demon

I don’t belong here (I wish I was special)

I request the honour of your presence

If life gives you demons (make a deal)

I’ll always be here to catch you

I'll Stand By You

Impression

Into the brighter night

In from the cold and into the nest

In service

In the end

Insecurity

Invisible sickness

It hath made me mad

Juneberries

Just a moment in time.

Just don’t give up

Just like the movies

Kadokuna Shojo (a lonely girl)

Last request

Late night encounters

Lavender blood

Learning how to live

Let’s be brothers

like an unattended child you can’t quite trust

Liminal space.

little brothers and stupid ideas

Little menace

Little Red Robin

Love is violence

Love Languages

Love Languages

MICE ON VENUS

Missing bird

Mona Lisa, Baby

My baby, you were a gift, one i have never regretted

My school’s local mafia boss

Na Na Na Na Batdad

Never Lose A Bet To Nightwing

New Age Furry Therapy

New lovers are nervous and tender

nightwing and red robin hit the town (or do they?)

No one deserves to be lonely

Not your son

Of house and home

On To Plan B.

Obedience

only you will have stars that can laugh

Our favorite Timmers

Philosopher’s stone (but this ain’t abt Rowling)

Picking Up Strays

Project W.I.N.G.

Proof

Protecting the Batbrothers

Provenance

Purple Kush

Pushed from the nest

Repeating Old Habits

Rise of Cardinal

Robins on a Rooftop

Running with the 90s (kids)

Runs in the family

Sallow skin (and they can’t look away)

Saudade

Saving face and taking the blame

Say uncle

seventeen going under

Sharing is caring

signed Red Robin

Six months of Alice.

*sluuurp* Mmm, Good Soup

So much you don’t know

Some common ground.

Someone that hates to see me go

Something Funny Happened on the Way Home

Sorry not sorry (sorry)

Stepping on landmines

Still feel your teeth around my organs

Summer’s in the air

Take my hand

Tell them I am home

That One Time Tim Adopted The Wayne Family

The bat way

The best aunts and uncles of the world

The best of both of us

The birds and the nest

The Dragon's Keep(ing Us Sane)

The French Mistake

The Gala

The Grayson Home for Escaped Child Vigilantes

The greatest gift is family

The loneliness in worth

The Long Way Home

The one thing.

The Ouija Boy

the picture frames have changed and so has your name

The strongest fort of all.

The Study of Birds.

The sweetest vein

The things learned by watching

The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail

Their faces turned to sunset

There’s a monster under my bed

There’s a new me coming out

'Think I've Flipped

Tim’s longest con

Time will explain

Time's Arrows

To grieve is to admit I have a lost ( I cannot lose you ).

Tractors

Typical solution

Under a parent’s wing

Unexpected

Unexpected Guest

Unknown mistakes

unleash the beast (with a kiss on the cheek)

Untrimmable lights

Wayfinding

Wayward

We make our own demons

We’re Moving Where?

What if I told you he was always alone

What you’re longing for (you claim to abhor)

Where bats and birds roost

Who let you on the moon

Word on the street.

Words in silence spoken

You can be too

you can swear in my hoard

You're On Your Own, Kid

You’re a knife to my throat and shield to my back

zugzwang

5 Times Tim Spends the Night at Wayne Manor + 1 Time He Comes Home

Ps: Please, please read the warning and tags, some topics may be triggering and uncomfortable for some readers to read. Please keep that in mind!

[magnificentdreamlandblizzard]

Haha I wrote a long story while bored. It originally was a draft. Should I continue it? (Writers block)

Prompt: The Coffee Shop Encounter: Your favorite characters from different fandoms accidentally meet in a coffee shop in the human world. What surprising connections are made? (Characters: Light Yagami - Death Note. Akira Howard - Astral Chain. Near - Death Note. Shuichi Saihara - Danganronpa 3. Ticci Tobi - Creepypasta. Jeff the Killer - Creepypasta. Kafka - Honkai Star Rail. Blade - Honkai Star Rail. Silver Wolf - Honkai Star Rail.) 

This story is told from Light Yagamis POV

I didn’t have much time normally. After all, the amount of the scum on this planet was detestable, and someone had to clean it up. What new god would I be if I took a break? 

Yet this was one of the vile times where I had to lay low. It was simply unfathomable to me why they didn’t want me to clean up this world. To make it pure.

Though right now I had nothing to do but face these… requirements head on. And what wouldn’t look more normal than going to the new cafe that opened up? Maybe I needed to put my hand itching for a pen around a fork instead.

The walk to the cafe wasn’t that far from my house, and was actually pretty nice in comparison to huddling in my room with pen, ink, and paper. After all, I’ve spent so much time in front of my computer that I think my chair is exhausted of me.

The inside was peaceful, only disrupted when I brought a small gust of wind in with me through the door. Once the door closed behind me, I was fully inside the small cafe named “Sunlight”, having wood in shades of light orange on the wall, and contrasted by some shades of brown wood outlines for contrasting here and there. It was like they were trying to match their name, but in comparison to blinding ball of light in the sky, they actually set the mood pretty nicely.

The music in the background continued to faintly play as I walked up to the glass case, holding a myriad of different food with smooth white shelves. On the top shelf, a large, layered, circular cake caught my eyes. It seemed to be a strawberry shortcake, on the top layer along with the other cakes, its soft colors complementing the base it was sitting on.

I had come without an order prepared, not scouting out the place before as my dad might. Well, if he got any time off on the Kira case at all.

Even though the cake looked like something Ryuzaki would eat, it did look appealing so I placed it as my order and went to sit down. 

I let out a sigh and looked around, taking in the environment. The overhead fans continue to rotate, making sure the air wasn’t too hot and keeping the cafe at a normal comfortable temperature. It was a relaxing place to say the least, sheltering passerby’s from the bright sun overhead, while satiating their hunger with the knickknacks this place produced.

You may think that it’s weird that I didn’t come with my obsessive, modeling, and pop star “girlfriend” Misa Amane. After all, I wouldn’t be surprised if Ryuzaki thought our relationship was one sided, since he didn’t seem to understand why she was so obsessed with me in the first place. 

Even so though, it seemed like no one knew she was dating a college student that is the son of the chief of police. Which was surprising since it seemed like some peoples jobs to dig up gossip about others and spread it to the farthest corners of the earth.

It turned out that I wasn’t the only one sitting at a table alone surprisingly. You’d think that when a new place opens up, swarms of people would be all over it, with their curiosity getting the better of them. Yet a sparse amount of people were here, making it look like this was an undiscovered gem just gaining popularity.

The first person that caught my eye was one of the three sitting alone, appearing to be a male with messy medium-length black hair. He had a dark blue, form fitting, and dress shirt that had a gray chest plate with the word “police” on it in red. He had some sort of device on his left wrist, hooked to a gray pack thing in his back with a blue chain. It was definitely weird, or unusual as some may call it, along with the fact that his “police” uniform looked nothing like I'd seen before. There was a chance that this light-skinned police officer was from some police force that L hired, but that was unlikely. Ryuzaki would tell me if he did something like that, unless he thought I was Kira which would be a giant pain. 

We both seemed to be waiting for what we ordered, even though this “police” officer stuck out like a sore thumb compared to me. Though this man wasn’t the only one who looked out of place here. This cafe seemed to have attracted an interesting type of people.

For example, another person sitting alone was wearing what appeared to be an academy outfit, even though I didn’t know what school it was from. But to be fair, it wasn’t like I was touring all the schools in Japan.

The person was pale, and wearing a black cap with three white stripes lining the back of it. It also had silver star pinned near the front and from what I could see, he had short dark teal hair under his dark-colored cap. I couldn’t see his face then he was in a spot where he was looking away from me, but I could see his slim figure sitting in the wooden chair.

Though another person was sitting alone with the same shape of body like him, but this person seemed to be more like a boy then something you would call a “man” or consider a “adult of the male gender.” He kept curling his shaggy platinum hair around his finger, which was nearly the same color as his white shorts and pants. He was slender with fair skin, and honestly gave me the same vibes that Ryuzaki gave me.

I heard a faint sound of someone saying “thanks”, and when I turned my head to the direction of the sound, I saw the side of the teenage “policeman” face, his dark grey-brown eyes focused on the waitress serving him his order. Coincidentally, my order came to. And just like the “policeman” I thanked the waitress too before the plate with my cake was placed in front of me, and I grabbed my silver fork, prepared to start eating.

When I was able to get a small piece of the cake in my mouth, it melted instantly. The vanilla cream complemented the strawberries perfectly, adding a bit of creamy vanilla taste to the sweet strawberries. And the dough had been kneaded perfectly, making the sponge light and fluffy, perfect to easily slide down your throat as if it was a boat for the rest of the ingredients.

Unlike me, the white haired boy and the boy with the black cap hadn’t received their order. Instead, the child was piecing together a puzzle made completely of blank puzzle pieces, while the school boy was staring at the other seat in front of them, likely lost in thought. Both of the two were silent, along with me, observing everyone like they were animals in a nature documentary. 

The only talking was from the only group of three, muttering to each other in hushed tones. Two of the three sitting there had their back to me, with one of them wearing a short black coat along with a crop-top which covered the upper part of her body. She also wore a black unbuttoned shorts with a decorative piece of black and purple fabric that hung off her back, along with a white belt that has a game console attached at her hip. Without her stomach being covered, that likely meant that her navel was exposed, but I couldn’t tell, since there was only one person on the other side of them, giving me a clear view of the front of them.

He looked to be a man with fair skin, long dark blue hair with red tips, and red eyes. He wore an oriental-styled black tailcoat with red clothed insides and gray trousers. The tailcoat was embroidered with gold and dark blue colors, and he wears a black belt alongside a styled metal decoration on his left thigh. He was the only man at the table, sitting across from another woman.

This woman appeared to be young with red wine-colored hair that was tied in a messy ponytail with two loose bangs hanging on either side of her face. She looked older than the gray haired woman to the right of her, making it look like this was just a family out for a meal. And if they were, who was I to judge? Though they did seem a little more suspicious than a normally family would, you could easily tell from the gold and silver here and there that they were among the people that were a “higher class”. 

Though in comparison to the other party of people in here, they were actually more normal.

With the remaining taste of sweetness sticking around in my mouth every time I finished taking a bite of the cake, I decided to get a bitter drink to counteract it. I pulled out my phone since I didn’t want to get up and grab a menu, and began to scroll through one of there digital menus I had found online through google. Scrolling past rows and rows of drink choices, I finally found an appealing drink titled “Párizsban” which was actually the word Paris in Hungarian. 

Eventually I managed to flag down a waiter and get my order placed shortly before they walked to the back of the building. The drink in the menu was described as a “coffee with a light brown color, tasting of nuts while the top of the drink had a bit of frothed milk styled to look like the Eiffel Tower.” Whoever had to do the styling for the top of that drink definitely had me feeling bad for them, though they also had my respect to. Whoever was able to make a design like that using a bit of milk was very obviously talented, and could likely pursue a career of art if they tried hard enough. Though that wasn’t the end of the description, also talking about how they put peppermint pieces around the lip of the cup, trying to make the smell “alluring like the city of Paris is.” And also to represent the “city of lights” part of Paris, which was a famous description that it continued to carry.

Honestly the peppermint part seemed a bit slapped together, but this cafe just opened so you couldn’t blame them. They definitely had a good idea going here, it just needed a bit of refinement and touching up here and there. But what that couldn’t help, was the fact that the entire atmosphere was off set a bit from the group of two, sitting in silence.

The one with the back to me had messy brown hair that went in every which way, and his pale, almost gray skin was brought out by luminescent lighting. He was wearing a brown-blue hoodie pullover, a pair of denim pants, a black and white-striped face mask, and he had yellow-tinted goggles on top of his head. On his back there appeared to be an axe with blood that had rusted over, making my built-in-alarm-sounds I had gained from being Kira go off, screaming that he was a villain that needed to be killed. 

Times like these were times that I wanted Misa so I could grab the brunettes name, yet she wasn’t here and it didn’t seem like the cops were going to do anything either. They seemed to be so off-put from his uncomfortable aura that at most they just stared for a while before walking off. Humans were utterly disgusting.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, focusing on the utterly horrific man on the other side of him. They were a pale, noseless man with long black hair and a Joker-esque grin carved into his face. They didn’t have any eyelids either, and had a slim fitting body to go along with his horrific appearance. The longer I stared at him, the faster my heart raced. And as I was staring at him he lifted his head, his gaze meeting mine, making me flinch instinctively.

Luckily though a waiter bringing me my coffee blocked my eyesight of him with their arm, taking my empty plate that previously contained my shortcake away. 

Thankfully though when my eyesight hit the terrifying figure again, he was back to eating again. Though I knew better than to continue staring at him, so I averted my gaze into the distance and began sipping my hot coffee with a heart that was definitely racing faster than normal.

[jjungkooksthighs]

“Your pretty face paint is going to get ruined if you do not stop those tears from falling down those beautiful cheeks of yours, sweetheart,” Jungkook teases, his tongue quick to lap up the stray tears that escape from the corners of her black-rimmed eyes.  Each pass of his tongue brings with it devastating thrusts of his fingers into her sex, her walls so tight, so fucking wet, that he hardens impossibly more in his trousers, the prominent bulge now too large to ignore as he groans while she cravenly ruts her hips into his.  She tastes of strawberries and sugar, yet smells of lilies, rosemary and lavender. With all the oils and spritzes that her handmaidens must have used on her after painting her face, it’s as if her usual scent has been accentuated. Bolstered. Strengthened.  It is a leash that keeps him unable to leave her side. But more than that, it is his fatal weakness. Every time he tastes her, every time he smells her, every time he touches her, he’s hopelessly fettered to her, unable to stop the pull to her even if he wanted to.  She smelled almost like…like she did when she was in heat.  And gods be damned, he could not resist her on a normal day. How was he to go through the entire Rite without bending her over?  The female propped up by his knee whines quietly into her hand, her brows knitted as she cries for more, his digits working her faster the more he laves at her salty tears.  “Use your words, my love,” he drapes his tongue against her chin where another tear had descended, lifting up until it a trail of his spit streaks the middle of her cheek. “You know what will happen to you if you don’t, don’t you?”  He nudges the memory of her naked body on all fours, her head pushed into the soft cushion beneath her while he’d rammed his cock into her sex a brutal, hard pace. She’d been drooling, her head turned to the side so that he could watch the way her tongue lolled out of her mouth, so he could observe with fascination how her entire form lurched to and fro in the strength of the powerful thrusts he’d penetrated her silken walls with. The moonlight had spilled decadently over her form, washing her in the soft color that made her features out to be more delicate.  It does the same now from where it overflows from the glass windows that span from the ceiling to the floor. The curtains had long since been tied away from them, for his lover had a penchant for watching the stars and sky when the sun had slept for the day.  His beloved breathes out his name in a slur of syllables, her eyes glazing over in wantonness whilst he moves his fingers with inhuman speed in and out of her, back and forth, over and over again. “Come on, sweetheart. Be a good girl and give me your answer. Do that, and I’ll let you cum while your friends are waiting for you in our parlor.” So practiced from all their previous sessions, he rams them into her now, striking the spongy part nestled deep inside her that makes her mind refuse to work past basic functions like breathing. “Don’t, and I shall leave you with your slick coating your thighs and cunt crying for me until I take you before our entire fucking pack.” 

That her friends are out there, probably well aware of what was happening behind those closed doors doesn't bother her now. No. It's the farthest thing from what's on her mind when he leaves no room for any other silly thought in her head. He likes it when he's the only thing she can think of. It's not at all difficult to make it so either. Just one look into her eyes, one little kiss, or one little whisper into her ear and she's a whimpering mess for him, absolutely adorable with the red that tints her face up to the tip of her ears, warm and utterly besotted with him. He knows. Even with how she refuses to look into his eyes at times, far too shy to hold his gaze, even with how she refuses to answer at times, her voice so far away from her that she can manage only a call of his name, he still knows that she thinks of him as her world. Hell! The first time they'd met, in that little clearing in the forest, she couldn't manage to speak a word, so utterly charmed by him that he had to remind her to breathe. And once she did, her legs couldn't support her anymore, as if they knew he wouldn't hesitate to carry her back home the way that he did. She doesn't need anyone but him. She's made that evident to him countless times. She loves no one else but him. The look in his eyes is heavenly. He looks so.. utterly in love and in awe of her. It sparks a heat in her chest. The urge to please him takes over her all of a sudden, and one more thrust of his fingers into her is all it takes for the words to come spilling out of her, submissive and shy, yet, far too bold and daring for her standards. "I like the thought of that, alpha." she whispers, her hand moving away from her lips. The smirk that pulls up on his face is a smug one, the glint in his eyes accompanied by a twitch of his eyebrows. Heat pools in her loins at the pictures that he thrusts toward her, promises of the most sinful, hot and steamy actions ringing loud and clear in every one of them. He makes her weak in the most delicious of ways, and she's far too addicted to her alpha to refuse when he promises her such pleasure. It doesn't change the fact that she's still overcome by her usual shyness, the feeling creeping up on her far too strongly when the words she'd just uttered to him ring loud and clear in her head.

Oh- She can't help but avert her gaze now, whimpering when he grinds his thigh into her teasingly, the oh so familiar red painting her face and neck again, her appearance flushed like a fresh strawberry. Fucking tease.

The sight before him simply makes her alpha chuckle, the sound low and fucking hot as it reverberates off the tall ceiling, making her mewl and squirm under his gaze, her eyes searching for anything, literally anything else to focus on. He's about to speak, but before he can, she covers his mouth with the palm of her hand, pursing her lips as if to tell him she wouldn't budge, for she knows that whatever he says next will only make it harder for her to speak or even function. How could she ever survive the night if this is how he makes her feel with a simple fucking smirk-?!

Something warm and wet glides along the inside of her palm where she holds it over his mouth, and the sensation of that, when paired with how he pushes his knee into her lower abdomen while he pumps his fingers in and out of her silken walls, is fucking bliss. 

Her toes curl behind his back, and though he doesn’t see it, he feels it. 

She knows as much from the rumbling that stirs deep in his chest. 

Clearly, he liked her answer. 

He licks at her, his golden orbs setting into hers like the dusk whilst her insides turn warm.  In the midst of the passes of his tongue along her skin that have tingles blooming beneath them, he utters, “That’s a good girl. I knew you could do it. I knew you could use that pretty mouth of yours for me.” He hastens the inhuman speed of his fingers that he works her with, each time going impossibly deeper and hitting the spot of nerves nestled within her walls. “I shall reward you, then. I had planned to do this on the way, but you just couldn’t wait, could you, my love?”

The coil that he’s wound inside her grows tauter and tauter, and she knows it’s going to snap any second now, but the warning that hovers like dark clouds in the corner of his eyes is clear. 

When she comes, it will be with his permission. 

She pulls her lip between her teeth, whispering, “No, alpha,”  as she wriggles her hips. She needs that delicious friction that comes with grinding herself down on him, her end on the horizon and so close she can almost reach it. 

 The sight has her alpha groaning, his other hand rising to paw at her breast through her gown. The moment those fingers lay themselves along her areola, she moans, his mouth there to swallow it in his possessiveness to capture even that for himself. His fingers suddenly spreading and curling devastatingly inside her. 

Come for me, my love. Cream all over my fingers so I have a nice little meal to taste and think about all night. 

The words have her world going white, and then the coil finally snaps. 

When she comes, he devours those whimpers and whines, too, her juices coating the whole of his hand as a slew of it slicks him in her essence while he fucks her through it. 

Fuck, you’re so beautiful, my love. Keep going. Keep fucking coming for me. Give me more of you. 

The words find her even as he bites lightly into her lower lip, her pleasure one of his greatest treasures as she spasms and contracts around his digits.

In the other room, the stench of what they've done thickens the air and instantly, and the conversation that had been happening is dispelled.

There's a loud, obnoxious sound of distaste, and then-

"Jeon Jungkook, you had one gods forsaken task!" Seokjin gags, "You were supposed to help her finish dressing, not ruin it!"

The omega's mate laughs.

Her alpha lifts his mouth from hers, leaving them both panting as he answers, "I will apologize for nothing. It's your fault for making her so irresistible. I just couldn't help myself."