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gangplanksorenji · 6 months ago

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Clandestine

Pairing: NewJeans’ Danielle x Male Reader

Word Count: 6,000

A/N: Hello Orenjideul! This is probably the last fic I'll be writing and releasing this year because I'm getting occupied with my own endeavors. This is purely 97% a BFH fic because this Dani look is killing me.................. (god, that waist) Enjoy reading it! <3

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“Try and keep it secretive, please.”

Those words define what’s the goal—mouths shut, all within yourselves.

You’ve been living your life on the edge, playing with fire and Danielle is the gasoline that keeps igniting it and it piques you, delving for more. It’s scary, outrageous to the very least but in the greater perspective, it’s blissful and fun and that’s what matters at the end of the day.

Try, like what’s stated. It’s ultimately the goal and you’d revolve around that single word every damn time.

You have a reputation to protect, and it’s all in the means of Danielle because a single mistake can bear a scarring loss, because she has everything to lose and you’re to blame if it were to happen (the latter is speaking in hypothetical terms).

“Can’t wait, hm?” Your eyes gaze towards her, plastering a faint smile as you continue to pepper her neck with kisses that felt too euphoric on Danielle’s end.

“Ahh—how can I wait?” Her moans bless your ear, and you absolutely take that as an affirmative with her delight. She knows on herself that you’re insatiable and she hates it—temptation breaking as the both of you are speaking, and she’s feeling every ounce of your energy all over her skin.

Her hands roam around your body, feeling your kisses get herself acting up and writhing under your control. You turn, tilt her chin to face you and all you can see is a visage worth an awe. “You’re so goddamn pretty, Dani.”

These compliments just ignited the utter bliss she feels, lips curling into a smile of sincerity adding up to her impeccable beauty that no one can rival. You rest your nose onto her neck, then peppering it all over again as your hands handle her with care and the absolute ambition to let her know how much you adore her.

“You—you’re kissing me so, so good…” Danielle’s accent is candy to your ears, and you’re just replying with more intimacy. Her hands find the hem of your shirt, dexterous fingers lifting it as her primal instincts kick in until your hands hinders her advances.

Danielle whimpers, a hot breath brushing against your ear as you locked eyes onto hers. “Not yet, Dani.”

A visible pout by your sunshine, and immediately, you’re captivated but not enough to break the façade. “B-But why? Oh…”

Patience is what she needs, and as selfish as this sounds, your needs would be the priority for fulfillment.

Like what’s stated at the beginning you’ve been living at the edge with her and thankfully, there’s no instance enough to bear such a result that would crumble a reputation. It’s just not helping where you’d be damned to live if ever Hanni catches you with such mess with Danielle and it’s doubled down with Minji—you’d be gone for good, that’s for sure, but Danielle has this hold against them that wouldn’t let you go and stick this risky relationship that could bear a scarring demise.

But who cares about that now? Not when her figure is all for your eyes to drool upon, in full display with her pants and that shirt curled into a crop top unleashing something within you—she looks unreal, sculpted to perfection as the outfit accentuates her undying hotness, a gift for you to admire and lastly, savor.

Your hands roam around that tiny waist of hers, abs flexing with your enervating touch that earns faint, sultry moans escaping her lips. You caress it and she continues her vocalization, ceaseless with your aims of adoring every inch.

“God, this fit—” Your power was evident, pulling her towards you as she gasped with your domination, and then smiled as she anticipated. “—is insane. I never thought you could be any hotter.”

It’s true, factual even, because numerous people would agree to you on how hot she looks with these kinds of fits. It does help knowing how she’s cognizant to push your buttons, and with just the tip of the iceberg, you melt and those eyes of yours tell a story.

“I knew you’d love this.” Danielle’s expressions smoulders a little, her face contorting confidence as she knows how she’s your kryptonite, and it’s mutual—even if it’s ego-driven, you can’t deny the fact that she’s alluring and you love her confidence because she knows she’s fucking hot.

You’ve seen multiple cases on the Internet, ever-so-liked within the people in various social media platforms sharing Danielle’s impeccable figure and the raises alongside it. You’re glad you’re in the first row of her show, always hitting and selfish because it’s all for you eyes to see—only you. Her fragrant smell hypnotizes you and it’s effective, luring you in and investing in more efforts into worshiping her. Kisses, suckles and licks is her threshold, currently shivering with the pleasure you give her as her ragged moans are enough for a conclusion.

“God—please, stop…” You stop once she calls your name again, hoarse, feeling that she can’t possibly handle the way you’re treating her—you assume she’s more sensitive with you and nothing else. You’re visibly puzzled, lingering that assumption within you as you’re vocal enough to address her sudden words to feed off against her needs.

“Anything wrong, Dani?”

“I—” Her lips are quivering, hands fiddling the hem of her shirt as her doe eyes invite you to listen, and you're all ears for that. “—want this.”

You know where she’s going with this as her hands run down to your pants and near the vicinity of your nether regions and god, her fingers alone would make your beast stand up in vigor. Your hands hold hers, guiding her through the zipper as your other hand finds its way onto the valet of her curves, teasing the skin of her spine that’s enough to make her release a dulcet moan towards your lips. “How do you want it, hm?”

Your voice is alluring, predominantly teasing as the last hm signifies your interest. Danielle just moans with your repeated touches, and she’s barely coherent and mostly mumbling, what more if you're going a level further? “Can’t quite hear you, baby.”

You’re now pinning her against the wall, you weight pressing against her slightly as you eyes then face her and begged, “Just kiss me first, please.”

That please of hers was so lovely and sincere you can’t afford to lose this opportunity. You were surprised with Danielle’s initiative, cupping your cheeks as she pulled you in for a kiss and you quickly reciprocated. The sloppy sounds and the sultry moans escaping your lips signals the deprivation, and it’s all fulfilling every second that passes.

Her lips are soft and you won’t get exhausted kissing those all day, even if it means your own lips to be numb. It’s sweet and hers is torrid, the exchange heating up the permeated humidity she exuded just by herself and she’s just igniting it all throughout.

“Kissing me so good, Dani…”

“Can’t blame that you taste great.” Danielle spits the truth, her lips curling up on a smirk as she bites her lip, currently in this state of need and her face alone just lit the fire inside your heart. “Now I need this.”

She cups the apparent bulge, visibly poking onto the fabric of your pants as her daring advancements makes you utter a faint moan in which she chuckled, a victory in her possession.

“Getting too bold, are we?” It’s straightforward and lustful, and definitely, you like it.

You’re not going to introduce the necessities for foreplay and more, and with the lust growing inside you that’s matching hers, you’ll let her do what she’s great at and with a single command, reply with immediate compliance. “Drop down to your knees, baby.”

It felt like her knees faltered, dropping down with a thud onto the cold floor as her hands then found its way onto the edge of your pants, tugging them and licking her lips in anticipation. Now loosened up, she pulls them down and lets gravity do the work, making a puddle of your clothing onto your ankles. She’ll steal glances towards you while working her wonders, and the contradicting natures of the sight just below your waist sends you into overdrive—her gleeful yet seductive smile covers up to the sins that he’s about to do, and it’s aligning all too well.

“God, I’ve never done this for a while…” Danielle’s tone permeates that self-doubt since it’s factual, marking maybe months until she’d indulged herself into something like this and it doesn’t help with the group’s busy schedules and everything that’s making their time occupied prior to this.

You tilt her head, facing towards you as her eyes meet yours, and you reassure her. “You’re a natural, Dani—besides, just let yourself be what you are.”

Let herself be, and ultimately, she knows that it’s always what she is in situations like this. Letting the doubt aside and her hunger to take over, she impatiently yanked your boxers down, joining it onto the puddle of worthless clothing down to your ankles. Danielle’s eyes glimmer with that lingering captivation as soon as the beat inside you unshackles from its clothed prison, almost hitting her in the face as it stands tall and stiff, waiting for her touch to enchant it.

She coos, hot breath within that reddish crown and you moan because of it. “Still a-as monstrous as I remembered.”

The teases probably get into you (even though her tone laces with sincerity), uttering a laugh as her lips part, a pout on display, gently kissing the leaking slit and her hands roaming around your base and onto those balls she always loves to taste. Of course, the sunshine descends down into the darkest sins, carnally worshiping your cock with an eager suck to collect that liquid you’re leaking and the profound spit that she lathers all around your length. You doesn’t leave any inch untouched with her lips and sheathed with her saliva, as her attention averts down to your balls and plays with it, her hands pumping you with a leisure pace that’s enough to wring that pleasure you’re always seeking.

“Looking great so far?” Your legs are probably viable to give out, knees shuddering as her touch sends you into the abyss of gratification. She knows the answer to such a rhetorical question, living up with the compliment you withdrew earlier and it’s factual, she's naturally skilled. “You know the answer to that, Dani—fuck…”

She replies with her tongue now dancing around your throbbing cock, her snug mouth encapsulating half of your length as she eagerly bobbed, up and down, and no stopping. Your hand finds its way onto her messy bun, tied upright with a clip and you could just let yourself feel every ounce of pleasure being brought by Danielle.

It was hurried, ephemerally increasing the pace as her mouth gets messier, her own saliva seeping out of her mouth supports the fact. You kept moaning and it invigorates her for more, until she knows she;s approaching her limit.

She gagged and immediately pulled out, and your mouth just showered her with compliments and those eyes of her shine with your approval. “You’re incredibly gifted, god…”

“Can’t help it tastes really, really good, daddy.” The name, the word, god, she knows what buttons to push against you.

She always does, in most cases and you’re here to indulge with the fact that she’s controlling you slowly. You would give in to her dominant nature against your cock but here, you still stand and it’s contradicting—you’re nowhere near being precarious, and you’ll take that heavenly mouth of her anyday (like you would resist it).

She voiced out your insatiability, impaling her mouth with your own length and bobbed frantically, her immediate actions sending your sensitivity onto the roof and so is the pleasure. She treats your succulence like it’s her favorite popsicle, sucking onto every inch of it and savoring the flavor that’s probably inviting her more roughness and you could feel it.

“God, Dani—shit!” You’re unable to utter coherent sentences as you’re involuntarily shouting out the pleasure she brings, and you could look down and see that smile printed onto her lips, even with a mouthful of your length. You caress her cheeks, run your fingers through her dark-colored locks that’s messy enough to compliment the disarray of her doings.

Here it comes, those eyes of hers locking onto yours, so innocently-looking with the scintillations telling a story full of her wonders and with those very eyes of hers, you’re hypnotized. Her pace never falters, almost pumping her head and kissing your base everytime she buries her throat full of your length, and it almost makes your foundations meet its crumbling outcomes. Her gags are apparent, jerking her head onto you but she fights, because she wants to deliver the utmost pleasure you deserve and with that determination, you’re absolutely going to reward her.

The inevitable is bound to happen, as she ejects onto your saliva-sheathed length, strings of her drool connecting onto her lips and your tip, marking her shirt and soaking so little of it and she catches her breath, chest heaving with what she’d done. “G-God—oh, I—”

“Hey—you did fucking amazing, holy shit…” You’re vulgar and bold, and she doesn’t mind it because it’s mutual when you did your own oral expertise onto her—possibly no one heard her swear so much as ever before whenever you eat her out, and it’s a concealing fact that’s only exclusive between the both of you.

Her lips, swollen and pink, shiver with the sin she has done but she never regretted it, and instantly becomes gleeful once your praise is registered within her. “All for you, daddy.”

Of course it is, and she was giving her hundred percent with every second of this opportunity. There’s still a soft heart within you, consulting her as your eyebrows furrowed, subtly worried. “Are you okay, though?”

“Hah… yes, daddy—I just want more of this cock.” She’s a little exasperated from such an impressive act she’d done to you, and her smiles reassures you and with the eagerness of her livid strokes says a lot.

Danielle holds onto your rod with a vice grip, tight enough for more moans to escape your lips as her lips find its way onto your tip, lapping up the scrumptious taste that she’s addicted to. It was evident, utterly in need for you as she didn’t build up a pace slowly for yourself to get used to, and did the opposite. The pace counts for your release, and it’s evident with the way she’s doing everything in her power to inch you closer to her deserved reward. She takes more than half of you and fondled your balls, earning the sultriest and knee-shuddering moans that urges her for more.

You avert your eyes down, and she’s occupied with your cock, hammering her mouth with it and hollowing her cheeks whenever she feels wringing out the best gratification she can muster. She’s closing her eyes, feeling every inch of you until the back of her throat, gags following and you persistently throbbed in reply with that. She tames it and you admire it, fighting the urge to release her vice grip around your length.

Your eyes then drool all over her impeccable figure, even when she’s down onto her knees—the perfectly sculpted curves of her waist to her hips while her head fades onto the sight with a bobbing blur just ignites the thought of ruining her.

You're lost under her spell, and you wanted to see those beautiful eyes of hers, as she does what she’s best at. Lifting her chin up with your index finger, you gulp and give in to your desires. “Look at me when you're sucking me off, Dani.”

She obliges as she meets your gaze, your face contorting slightly with the pleasure as her ruined visage is enough to know how much she’s enjoying it.

It’s the same cacophonous sounds that deafens your ear with, the same music you won’t get tired of listening if it means to make Danielle feel the delight she always deserves—the concoction of slurps, gags and sloppy sounds are the things at the tip of the iceberg.

Her pace increases, and now, your hands find her hair again as an outlet against the ultimate pleasure she brings, drilling into her mouth deeper without your awareness, balls slapping against her chin due to her breakneck pace. You would want to prolong the dopamine rush within your veins, but the curtain calls out to a painful denouement tha would conclude the first part of an exquisite show she’s laid upon between your legs.

The throbs are persistent, and she doesn’t have a plan to pull out and you have your own desires that’s ready to be fulfilled.

“I’m close—c-can’t hold it anymore—” You gulp right after, breaths uneven as the both of you are just savoring every second, eyes closed and yearning for more. You assess every pump her mouth does, how tight and pleasurable it is and you can’t absolutely hold it anymore until something disturbed the force of things.

A loud pop is what you’ve heard, and you can just see Danielle stroking your messy length with the fastest velocity her wrists can muster, and it just earned more moans from you. “I’ve always wanted to do this, daddy…”

You know where this is going, lips curling up a smirk and pretending to be oblivious. “Do what, exactly?”

You can feel the familiar tingle within your groin, and it’s only a matter of seconds before the inevitable paints her white. “Add up to the mess I made myself, daddy.”

“Open wide, Dani.” She does as she's told to, releasing the grip that almost strangled your length and did it yourself.

That sullied countenance of hers is a sight to cherish, savor every second and every detail on how messy and beautiful she has become as everything concludes down to the most important act.

You groan and point it where it belongs, a pretty canvas painted white as every inch is possibly covered with how thick your load is. Every spurt hits the features where everyone leaves with an awe, living up to the words she let go of and you did just that. Nose, cheeks, forehead, mouth and even her neck—it’s incredibly lucky how none of your load got up to her clothing, possibly writing the script of just ruining what’s just worth defiling.

If these walls could just talk, you hope they wouldn’t say anything because you will be damned if anyone catches the both of you doing such unforgiving sin.

Her lips quiver, still kneeling down as she grips your stiff cock, stroking it leisurely and then inviting you with a gleeful smile that possibly refutes the sinful sight, faking the convincing innocence.

Those eyes of her pleads, and there her dulcet voice goes and you know you can’t turn her requests down. “May I clean your cock, daddy?”

You cup her cheek, maintaining that eye contact as your fingers trace the cum you left onto her, and then directing it onto those soft, kissable lips of hers that’s known for an abundance of talents. It was agonizing with the way you trace her features, and she suckles onto your fingers needily like she hasn't sucked the life out of you just a minute ago. She closes her eyes, relishing and humming in satisfaction with the taste she’s longing to lay her taste buds on.

You pulled out and earned a whine, and then replied with a jovial approach. “No one’s stopping you.”

No one is, and not even herself.

Her lips parts against your engorged tip, tongue swirling around it and tidying up the mess she made. It’s sensitive and it’s the guilty pleasure—it’s slightly making you turn on even more, pushing your limits and as well as the buttons for your lust.

“You’re fucking gifted, Dani.”

It’s these small admirations of her actions that urges her to complacency, but giving everything that she got up her sleeve. Her mouth swirls around and it and eventually, she pulls out and stares at you, reeking that anticipation that lingering within her because she knows you’re not done with her.

Once she pulls out, she remains on her knees, and you take the opportunity to scoop out the cum that stained her heavenly-sinful face, directing it onto her mouth and cleans it repeatedly. It’s nearly cleaned up, but nowhere near the finish line as the both of you are just getting started, and you’re vocalizing your frustrations evidently yet nowhere near hostile.

“Get up, Dani.” She obliges with your command, your feet kicking the clothing and deeming it useful and the sunshine that gleams innocence brews a storm, and you know she’s ready for phase two.

“Dying to be balls deep inside me, daddy?” Of course you fucking are, and she’s just asking that to rile you up and it’s effective, cock twitching up in the air as soon as she let go of such sinful words.

She knows you, and it’s just making things worse in the right ways.

Danielle’s face is just inches away from you, and you’re just dying to get that feeling of her utter tightness. You grew impatient, controlling her lithe frame with a grab on her waist, and let herself face the wall and her arms resting on it as well. She gasps with your roughness towards her, chuckling a little as she wants this kind of treatment and she deserves it. A wiggle of her petite ass invites you to just undress her bottom half, but you would admire the hourglass figure she possesses, every inch of her curves urging you to defile the living life out of her.

You deeply adore her with all your heart, unable to hurt her but whenever she invites you to be one, you wouldn’t waste the opportunity and give in to your carnal desires.

Your hands roam to her clothed butt, feeling the softness of it and how it’s perfectly sculpted and all too right. Unable to deprive yourself of such a sight, you wrap your arms around her hips, undressing her pants and unshackling her heating slit and there it goes, all for you to feast upon.

“You promised to be rough, right, daddy?” She looks over her shoulder, tone laced with high expectations as a moans follows, feeling the cold air brush against her skin.

“If that’s what you wanted—” The restraint is now onto her ankles, then off to somewhere in the vicinity. Your eyes meeting the last bit that conceals your grand prize, but it didn’t come without a reverberating sound that earned the sexiest moans Danielle could muster. “—I’m not thinking a single thought of giving you mercy.”

Fuck, she unleashed the monster within you, and it’s all for her to take.

It wasn’t just one, but a barrage of slaps onto her petite ass, making her writhe a little and her arms shaking with the pain and pleasure you’re treating her. You mark it red, imprinted with your hands before stopping and she whines, knowing the best is yet to be introduced.

It was another moan that escaped her lips, and with the last bit of defense down and destined to be useless, you know she’s up for a show.

“Da—oh god, daddy!” Danielle whimpers once she feels you, going deeper and earning more moans that made her body shudder with the gratification. You plunge not too deep inside her, and immediately, you are met with an overwhelming tightness that puts you in the same boat as hers in correlation with the profanities you both voice out. You grab her hips and her waist, drawing herself closer to you as she’s barely standing on her ground with your control, and you’re just within the tip of the iceberg in terms of your pace.

You give herself a breathing space, but Danielle’s plans weren't in accordance with yours, her voice coarse yet still, surprisingly sweet that urges you for more.

“More, daddy—f-fuck me harder!” Your hips increase your velocity, the initial speed of it sending her thighs in a recoil with your harshness, drilling deeper and withdrawing repeatedly that’s enough to fuck her up, senseless. Somehow, she’s even coherent to articulate words, urging you for more and yearning for you to go deeper.

“Fuck—oh my fucking god, more—aw!”

“God, you’re just so tight, aren’t you, hm?” You’re pumping her like you’re marking up your dominance against her, and it’s fulfilled, now filling her up to the brim. You marvel with her unparalleled tightness, hugging your length like it’s suffocating it and repeatedly groaning because of it. With her repetitive pleas, comes resonating spanks that just makes her leak more of that nectar, creating that wetness that runs down in rivulets on her thighs. She’s creating puddles down onto the floor due to your own rough endeavors into her pussy, legs shaking and rippling in every thrust you do that sends her into overdrive.

You’d bet she’s seeing stars right now, the reason is stated as follows: withdrawing with just the crown inside and then slamming back into her, balls deep, just right for her to delve down onto lustful, high-pitched screams that voices the overwhelming pleasure running down her veins.

This is not great, and with a harsh spank, you retort at her and make sure she’s unable to do it again. “Quiet down, Dani—you’re gonna get us in trouble.”

If it’s ever the case, then the both of you probably are. The suspicious noises are just enough for someone outside to check out what’s with the pandemonium of noises that’s just getting too familiar. You didn’t care, to the very least, continuously pounding her tight cunt and dismissing the fact about the risky unveiling of the truth.

Danielles muffled her screams with a bite on her shirt, shutting herself up and that alone makes you ignite the carnal beast within you, testing how much she can bear.

Her legs are possibly wobbling, getting weaker with how rough you are treating her as every clash of your bodies results in an addition to the symphony of moans, an ocean worth swimming in if it means your ears to get blessed.

You surely are, and you’re at the top of the world because of it.

“God—this pussy—” You groan, spanking her and then lean on to kiss her neck, your tongue nibbling onto the pristine, milky skin as your weight gives her reasons to be dangerously precarious. “—is just phenomenal. This will always be mine.”

You marked up your territory, and Danielle knows who owns her heat, and it’s up for you to ignite it. The kiss was ephemeral, hurting her because she wanted to feel your lips longer against her neck but she’s just grateful that you’re still ruining and impaling her up to the hilt with your length. Your hands run its way back to her hips, and immediately continue with a consistent pace that inches her closer to her own high.

With the way she’s leaking like a faucet around your rapid length, you know it wouldn’t be long until she reaches euphoria.

“C-Close, daddy—so fucking close—you’re fucking m-me so, so good!” Danielle’s clearly enjoying this, and with her compliments comes your own fulfilling reply. You kept fucking her cunt like it’s going to be your last, every thrusts your hips muster clashes against her skin that accentuates roughness.

“Please d-don’t stop fucking me—please, please!” She’s lost in the blissful trance, lust and desperation taking over as gone is her innocent image, truly in the depth and unable to go back up. You did what she pleaded as her juices coats your length in all angles, even adding up onto the puddle onto the floor and wetting down her thighs. Her knees shake, arms flailing with the impact her orgasm brings her, but you didn’t stop and fucked her through it, being in the same boat as hers—lost in the trance.

Her walls clench around you and it earns that primal roar out of you, her tightness aiding to the pleasure you’re also experiencing. You’re just cognizant with the fact that her expression probably concludes into the epitome of ecstasy, and all-throughout cockdrunked with your own reckoning. Wanting another angle to savor how her walls feel, you pull out of her and she immediately whines, asking why would you do such a thing.

“No, d-daddy—no, please, put it b-bcack in—”

“I will.” You grab her wrists and her hips, turning her around to face you and given her small figure, it wasn’t a challenge to control her. “I just wanna see your beautiful face while I ruin you again—make you cum again.”

With your strength, you squat down to inch your arms under her thighs, and immediately lifted her like it’s nothing, and with her swift recovery, her senses became aware and directed your throbbing cock inside her tightness again. She yelps and involuntarily holds onto your arms and neck, supporting her frame and continues to stare at your eyes, glistening with lust.

Her back is pressed against the wall as you thrust upwards, not even starting off slow and introducing a harsh pace, like what she wanted all along. “God, I could fuck you like this all day, Dani—god, you’re hot.”

With the way her abs flex in every thrust you do steals your attention towards it. Maybe her workouts at the gym are worth something more than what she always loves to do, and you admire how toned and perfect it is in every angle. Her supple frame and her flexible legs makes it easier to drill deeper into her cunt, uttering the sultriest and hottest moans by Danielle. With this profound angle, you’re in total domination all over her, controlling her as she gives in to you, trusting you on how you’ll ruin her with care.

“God, daddy—you’re fucking me way too good!” It’s just the deepest primal instincts within her that’s commending the way you’re treating her, and you love every word laced within it. You continue to hammer her upwards, feeling her tightness enveloping you again as her hands find a leverage to hold on but are unsuccessful knowing it’s just a wall behind her.

Your lips then smashes against hers, wanting to increase the libido within you as the clash is something lingering with need and hunger. Both of your lips add up to the erotic soundtrack that’s composed out of spite, filling and permeating the room with the sounds of sex and nothing more.

You’re not going to lie, the shirt that accentuated her figure is just the perfect example of a nuisance, and Danielle hurriedly undresses it, revealing those perky tits with a white bra clasped around it. She’s just too hot to bear, and a perfect candidate to be ruined and you’re proving why she lives up to that position. She threw the shirt onto the bed beside, and continued to rest her arms onto your shoulders, then resumed her moans as it became erratic once you suckled onto her neck, inhaling the scent that you always love.

“I can’t believe h-how much of slut you are for my cock, honestly.” Even if she retaliates for a reason, she can’t deny the truth as your length turns her into a new person, consumed with lust and following you like a leash. She can’t utter a response, not when she’s being pounded into oblivion and another high inching closer towards her.

“I can’t daddy—too good! Too good!!” Her exclamations are the voices of her lustful nature, she’s possibly built just to say the same sets of words once you’ve plunged everything inside her. The cluster of the same moans and pleas escapes her lips, and you know she’s set for another blissful climax and it’s all thanks to you.

Maybe the walls weren’t so opaque to shackle what’s behind, unveiling the secretive assault towards Danielle and you didn’t care—you’re chasing towards the promised land, to set foot there and get lost within that hill.

“Gonna cum, da—” She’s cut, and then, she releases.

Nectar seeps out to the edge of the crevices, forming rivulets and spasms that’s felt in her body, magnitudes unlocking new heights of delight as you fuck her through it, knowing your hopping onto the same boat as hers.

All things are destined to an end, and you want a conclusion worthy to paint something remarkable for the both of you.

“Outside, p-please—cum for me, daddy—” You’re still carrying her while the pleas register within you, burying your shaft and immobilizing your thrusts while coursing your way towards the bed. You throw her, not enough to hurt her but enough to hear an audible thud as you pull out, and eyeing her figure with such hunger that fueled you for another release.

“I’m gonna fucking paint that tight waist of yours, Dani.” You stroke your cock with a breakneck pace, an identical event like earlier as she invites you, her tone crumbling down your walls and building up another reward you’re eager to give.

“Then paint it, daddy—ruin me.” It’s simple yet so hot that you can’t fathom how she’s able to choose words that could fuck up the way you’re thinking. She’s embracing the eventual rain of another hot load, closing her eyes and you could count to five and not make it past three—

Then, it comes.

You aim towards her slim waist, showering the abs with numerous spurts that can rival your first one, multiple shots earning moans from your lips due to how euphoric she made you. You lick your lips, hands wringing out the pleasure and prolonging and eventually, it subsides down for you to admire the fruits of your labor—a work specifically painted meticulously, done and worked on a canvas that’s sprayed white.

Her chest heaves up and down due to the exasperating session and roughness you bestowed, but looking into her eyes, there’s no glint of regret and just grateful you’re able to show who you really are.

“God, you fucked me so well, daddy…”

Your breaths are ragged, your cock getting flaccid as Danielle still has the power to stand on her wobbly legs, your cum running down her porcelain skin and her hands finding its way onto your beast, still urging for something more.

“All for—argh—you, Dani—all for you, god…” The sensitivity skyrockets, but it doesn’t matter, not when you’re finding her lips again, exchanging torrid and intimate kisses.

As you’re about to find your way onto the fine plane of her spine, and towards her ass, a heavy set of knocks baffles the both of you, and it’s fucked up

“Dani, why are you taking so long right there? Hello, are you there with him? What are the both of you doing??” It’s a familiar voice and your senses are heightened, and with an anxious look, Danielle reassures you and shouted words that would possibly assure the girl that everything’s fine.

“Hanni’s gonna kill me, Dani—”

“Shhh…” Her fingers meet your lips, muting you for more advances that won’t help the situation. You help her clean up with the tissue that’s on her desk and hurriedly dress yourselves up, looking presentable as much as possible. “It’s fine—nothing’s going the wrong way, daddy.”

You’re living your life on the edge, and you would be damned for dear life if Hanni unveils the truth yet Danielle’s golden personality outshines that and it’s only a matter of time before she puts those onto the test.

You can end up on both roads of besmirchment, that expected disappointment from Hanni or a surprising turn of acceptance but one thing’s for sure: you achieved what the both of you wanted, and that concludes up onto a triumphant note, all wins and no losses.

#newjeans smut #newjeans x male reader #danielle smut #newjeans danielle smut #danielle x male reader #newjeans danielle x male reader

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adorethedistance · 1 year ago

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Baby Fever - Trevor Zegras x Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, smut adjacent content (post-sex interaction/make out), a joke about cheating, a joke about death, and semen... in that order...

Words: 2322

Requested: Can you please do a trevor blurb where him and y/n go to a pumpkin patch with their nephew and Trevor's playing with their nephew and y/n gets so much baby fever please

A/n: Hey y'all! I'm taking a break from the Jamie series of firsts with a requested fic. I kinda riffed on the request so there are some things you need to know beforehand: 1) they're not babysitting a nephew, they're babysitting Troy Terry's kid Greyson 2) I'm aware Greyson is currently an infant but in this fic he's a toddler 3) I understand you asked for a blurb but I'm ass at writing blurbs 4) therefore this is a part 1. (Part 2 coming soon ish?) Enjoy!

Troy Terry had sworn to never let Trevor Zegras supervise his son. Or at least, before I was in the picture anyway. I had befriended Dani over the course of several Ducks’ games after Trevor and I became official. We somehow managed to have the same schedules despite having vastly different lifestyles; at the time, she was a new mom adjusting to domestic bliss, and I was a senior at UC Irvine preparing for my post-grad plans. Now that I’m not overwhelmed with work as a student, she and I grew pretty close. More often than not, we found ourselves having several hangouts without our guys present. Naturally, I saw Greyson a lot, considering the fact that I would spend my time with Dani in the Terry residence.

Our latest hang out consisted of us gabbing about the latest drama with Greyson’s preschool over a glass of wine. In telling me that Greyson was between daycares right now, I offered to take him off her hands for a night so she and Troy could have a much needed date night. At first, Dani refused, not wanting to dump the responsibility on me, but I insisted. There were several pros: I love kids, Dani has done plenty of favors for me before, Greyson’s already comfortable with me, and they wouldn’t have to pay for a babysitter. Pleased with my argument, Dani agreed and the plans were set.

This Friday, the team had a day off and rather than having the guys disappear onto the nearest golf course, Dani and Troy began planning their night off, as did Trevor and I.

“Hey, babe, I was thinking about how to spoil you and thought we could get a table at The Ranch tonight. What do you say?” Trevor asks, holding my hips and subtly pinning me against the kitchen counter.

“About that.”

“What’s up?” He asks, deviously dipping his head down. I don’t give in to whatever seduction game he’s playing, and quickly peck him on the lips.

“I kind of made evening plans.” He takes the kiss in stride and looks at me teasingly.

“Is your boyfriend back in town already?”

“Yeah, he wanted to go to The Ranch, too. I just can’t have my boyfriend and my side piece in one place, soooo.”

“I’ve been demoted to ‘side piece’? Ouch,” Trevor laughs before sliding his hands along my waistband to clasp behind my lower back, and pull me into him so our hips touch. “Fuck. Now you’ll never pick me over him!”

“Oh, that was always the plan. Don’t get it twisted.” He laughs once more before asking,

“What’s going on tonight?” I open my mouth to answer and as I do, he slips his hand down to grab my ass, catching me by surprise.

“Hey!” Right as I scold him, Jamie walks into the kitchen to refill his water bottle. I try to bite back the smile that creeps across my features, flustered by Jamie’s newfound presence.

“Hey Jamo,” Trevor says casually, to try and ease the awkwardness.

“You guys know I still live here, right?”

“Sorry, Jamie.”

“I’m going grocery shopping. Just try to keep it in your room, Z.”

“Keep what in my room?” He asks, playing dumb, much to Jamie’s dismay. He merely shakes his head and leaves the kitchen. Watching Jamie leave, Trevor follows with his gaze, tracking Jamie’s movements to the opposite direction until he hears the front door open and close. After, he turns back to face me, “You were saying?”

“I told Dani I would watch Greyson.”

“What?!” I half expected Trevor to be upset, but he’s sporting the widest smile I’ve ever seen.

“Yeah, she and Troy were due for some alone time, so I offered to take him to the pumpkin patch tonight.”

“When?”

“They’re dropping him off around 5.”

“5. What time is it now?” Trevor leans away from me to look at the clock on the oven that reads 2:57. “Oh, we have time.”

“Time for wha-” I cut myself off with a screech as Trevor picks me up and sits me on the open counterspace. He pushes my knees apart to stand between them, the dominant action in tandem with the cold countertop underneath me sends shivers down my spine. He then kisses me passionately, trailing his fingers up the length of my exposed thighs. His hands find the top of my waistband, running along the hem as he presses his hard on into my core. I hold either side of his face in my hands, squeaking once more as Trevor picks me up and carries me to his bedroom.

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Panting and still slightly sweaty, I check my phone to see the clock reads 4:43. “Shit.”

“What?” Trevor asks curiously. He’s laying on top of the covers, fully nude and sprawled out, after having collapsed on the bed next to me.

“It’s 4:43,” I say between sticky breaths. He shuts his eyes and groans loudly,

“Give me, like, five minutes.”

“Uh, no sir. You need to get me a towel so I can get up and pee.” Trevor’s eyes shoot open and he sits up.

“Right. Boyfriend duties await.” His expression is humorous and I can’t help but notice the way his abs flex through the movement. If it weren’t too late, I’d have jumped him again, then and there. He rolls off the bed, sliding on the nearest pair of briefs he can find. Trevor then grabs the towel hanging on the doorknob, and walks over to where I am on the bed, propped up on my elbows. The gravity of holding myself up causes the beaded sweat to roll down my cleavage, and on to my stomach where Trevor had finished a few minutes prior. He doesn’t say anything but I clock the way his eyes are trained on my chest as he approaches me. I hold out my hand for the towel but he holds it out of reach.

“What are you-?”

“Lay down.”

“What? Why?”

“Just do it!” I confusedly put my head back on his pillow and Trevor grabs both ends of the towel, opening it up to lay it over me. “I’m calling it. Time of death, 4:44 PM. Rest in peace, Y/n, I’ll miss you.”

“Oh my god,” I say from under the towel. Pulling it off my face, I sit back up to find Trevor snickering at his own joke. “Are you proud of yourself?”

“Very.” He leans down and places a sweet kiss on my lips. When he pulls away, my eyes flutter open and he gently lifts the towel to cover his hand, then wipes off the leftover fluid. I look up at him as he moves, a soft smile of adoration painting my features. Trevor looks down at me and widens his eyes teasingly before relaxing to smile at me again.

The sound of the front door opening echoes down the hall and from the entrance we hear Jamie call, “I’m back! Please tell me you’re clothed!”

“Don’t worry about it, Jamo!” Trevor calls back before wadding up the used towel and throwing it at me.

“Ew!” I should’ve known him being sweet wasn’t going to last. Sliding off the side of the bed, I pick up my clothes and walk into the bathroom to pee. After I’m dressed again, I come out to see Trevor had thrown on the outfit he was wearing earlier: a v-neck polo and board shorts.

“You can’t wear that,” I say in disbelief.

“Why?” Trevor looks at me in confusion. Turning to the mirror that hangs on the back of the door, he takes in the fresh hickeys littered across his exposed chest. “Oh shit.” The revelation is perfectly timed with a knock on the door. Nudging Trevor out of the way, I exit his bedroom and leave him to change. Jamie is unloading groceries with his airpods in and I wave when I walk by to signal that we’re done and he can exist peacefully again.

Answering the front door reveals Dani and Troy in the nicest casual clothing I’ve ever seen. The Terry’s smile upon seeing me and I look at Greyson who’s sitting on Dani’s left hip.

“Hi Grey!” I cheer and he immediately smiles. I then notice Troy holding what seems to be Greyson’s booster seat and as I go to reach for it, Trevor appears behind me. Greyson runs inside and begins punching Trevor’s leg with all the might his almost-four year old arms can manage. I laugh but Dani scolds,

“Greyson, we don’t hit people, remember?” He immediately stops, thinks for a moment, and then proceeds to throw punches at Trevor but without making contact. Dani sighs exhaustedly before saying, “Good enough.”

“How’s it going, man?” Trevor asks Troy, causing Dani and me to look at the guys incredulously.

“You saw each other yesterday,” I tease. Trevor shrugs as he takes the car seat from Troy.

“Terry’s my boy though,” He responds somewhat jokingly. Greyson then speaks up,

“What about me?” The group laughs about the sweet question but Greyson isn’t amused. He looks around, confused, before stepping further into the apartment to scope it out. Greyson then yells, “I wanna go to the pumpkin patch!”

“Read you loud and clear, bud,” Trevor replies. Then, Dani asks practically,

“What time do you need him out of your hair?” To which I reply,

“Oh don’t worry about it, we can hang onto him for as long as y’all need.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, well, his bed time is eight, and that’s usually around when we get tired anyway, so we’ll be here around then?.”

“8 it is,” I say with a smile, leaning away to look at Greyson fully. He smiles shyly before hiding his face against Trevor’s leg. “Why are you being shy, Grey-Grey?” I ask, looking down at his level.

“I think he has a little bit of a crush on you.”

“Really?” I ask with a tiny bit of a laugh. Troy chimes in,

“Yeah, he was super excited when she told him you were the one babysitting-”

“He’s been looking forward to it all week.” Dani finishes Troy’s sentence before they look at one another and smile, “In fact, he told me he has something to tell you, right Grey?”

“You’re pretty, Y/n,” He admits before running away, which causes the four of us to laugh.

“I told you my boyfriend was back in town,” I tease, which then makes Trevor laugh heartily. Turning back to Dani and Troy, they both look confused and I feel my cheeks grow warm in embarrassment.

“Inside joke,” I reassure. They nod and offer a few goodbyes to me, Trevor, and Greyson, before heading out for good.

Closing the door behind us, Trevor sets down the car seat and says,

“I gotta up my game now that I have competition.”

“Yeah, so behave!” Trevor touches his left hand to his heart, giving me a look that reads melodramatically offended, “You’re currently in the lead, though.”

“I better be,” he bites back, wrapping his arm around the back of my body, coming to rest his right hand on my hip. His thumb brushes the hem and I look up at him over my left shoulder,

“You’re still turned on?” I whisper, in shock. Trevor doesn’t reply. His hand slinks down to my ass as he kisses my lips heatedly, before he goes to follow Greyson’s path. I follow close behind and see Greyson’s found Jamie in the kitchen.

“Can I have one?!” Greyson shrieks upon finding a box of fruit by the foot. Jamie laughs at his excitement before asking,

“Do your parents even let you have sugar?” The dry humor is lost on the young child but I snort a laugh.

“I’ve had these before in my lunch!”

“...Okay, sure. Let me open it for you. I don’t trust you to not destroy the box.”

“Jame, can you keep an eye on him for a second so we can get shoes on?” Trevor asks.

“He just got here and you’re already pawning off your responsibility on me?” Jamie playfully accuses Trevor, who looks offended. I laugh, partially at Jamie’s joke, and partially at watching Trevor misunderstand his roommate in real time. Jamie looks at me and we laugh about the joke going over Trevor’s head.

I then head for the bedroom to search for the shoes I was once wearing. Trevor enters a little after I do to pull a pair of white sneakers from his closet. He’s uncharacteristically quiet. I almost want to ask what for, but then I’m overcome with the desire to let him stew in the silence. If I wait long enough, he’ll have to speak. He always does. Or, at least, he usually does.

“Do you want kids?” He works up the nerve to ask, quickly adding, “Someday?” in hopes of softening the blow of the genuine conversation topic.

“Probably someday,” I answer simply, which sends him back into an introspective silence for a moment.

“How many kids would you want?” I look over at him to see he’s staring at me, as if tearing his gaze away would shatter the moment. I continue putting on my shoes,

“I think two is a good number. That way they can have a sibling, but not so many that they would feel their needs went unmet. Why?”

“I could do two,” Trevor says assuredly, ignoring my question.

“Well, I’m sorry to break it to you, but you’re about two rings short of trying to have a baby with me right now,” I assert in a teasing way, although I’m not joking. The tension of the conversation dissipates as Trevor laughs.

“Fair point,” Trevor squints his eyes at me, “But we can still practice, right?” I laugh again before nodding,

“We can at least agree on that.”

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a/n: hope y'all enjoyed that and stay tuned for part 2 that'll drop sometime this week or next. let me know if you have a request for either Trevor or Jamie bc I'm on a ducks kick rn! Sidenote: is anyone else absolutely obsessed with the fact that we can copy paste tags now?? saves so much time !!!

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vetteltea · 1 year ago

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Carlos Sainz and Hot Cocoa and Warm Hands [no warnings]

Day 5 of the Vetteltea Advent Calendar

Note: There’s nobody I’d ever want to dedicate a Carlos Drabble to more than his actual WAG, @silverstonesainz. Dani, not only are you such a creative, kind, beautiful and talented creator, you’re also one of the greatest friends I could ever ask for. I could not be more thankful that we crossed paths and that our stupid love of Spanish men brought us together. I love you so much, sweetpea.

It’s blistering cold in central Madrid, something you hadn’t witnessed since moving to the city with your boyfriend.

It wasn’t entirely your fault for not climbatising; after all, three days after settling into his home, the two of you had been whisked away to Las Vegas and Abu Dhabi, your body so overwhelmed from the Jet Lag that you had done nothing but sleep and watch with wide eyes as Carlos drove the SF-23 to the absolute best of his ability.

‘Only one more race,’ you had reminded him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek when he had clambered out of the car, wanting nothing more than for this season to be over. He was fairly certain the entire team felt the same. Every team felt the same, if you took away Red Bull.

No, what Carlos was excited for was to take a step away from the track, the bright lights and shades of red he was dressed in each weekend. The man had actually passed on the farewell party in Abu Dhabi; he had already said his farewells to the drivers and wanted to get back on the plane and take you home. After all, this would be the first time you could be together in your new home for more than three days.

The man would have been content to leave his suitcase in the walkway, lift you into his toned arms and bury the two of you underneath the blankets on his bed, silent from the outside world. However, as the days move by, Christmas begins to draw close enough for the two of you to put up decorations, bake cookies and watch movies. He’s never been this domesticated, not with any of his other girlfriends. He didn’t feel comfortable; Carlos has always been seen as a strong male, built with golf, gym and driving.

And yet…with you, he could relax. He could smile as you wiped flour on his tanned cheek, kissing you whilst another Hallmark movie played from the television system. Carlos remembered his father’s gruff voice, insisting that when he found the right woman, everything would change. Now, as his fingers laced with yours, dressed in his long winter jacket that you had insisted went well with your outfit, he finally understood.

The two of you had left your blissful home and Piñon for long enough to meet his family in the city. It wasn’t your first time meeting the Sainz’s, but Blanca had recently taken a new position in the city, whilst his mother had insisted they needed a reunion now you had moved in with her son.

Of course, you were all too excited to see them, unlacing your fingers from your boyfriend and dashing over to be scooped into the warm arms of your (one day,) Mother, Father and Sister’s in law, kisses pressed to your rosy cheeks and stories spread whilst you linked arms with Ana. Carlos stepped in line with his father, the elder man patting his son on the back.

“Ha sido bueno desde que se mudó aquí, ¿no?” He asks if everything has worked out since you had moved in; the grin on Carlos’ face answers the question.

“Perfecto.” He answers, springing into a spiral of how each moment, something as simple as waking up or making the bed was now romanticized, simply because you were there to share the moment with him.

Eventually, the group of you stop by the central grand-stand, traditional Christmas Music being played to everybody in the city. Your boyfriend takes the moment to slip an arm around your shoulder, his taller frame pulling you into his chest and a soft kiss pressed against your temple, beaming at having you in his touch. His brows tighten when he laces his fingers back into his palm, pulling away as if he had been violently shocked.

You’re confused, watching him mumble to both of his sisters, his mother, before tapping his father on the shoulder, the two Sainz men stepping away from the group. Curiosity willed you to keep your eyes trained, until Reyes cooed in delight, drawing your attention back to the stage as a group of children stepped on, ready to sing carols to the festive crowd.

The performance has you in such a trance that you don’t recognise your boyfriend’s return until you feel a hand on your lower back, turning in his touch, eyes widening when you see the deep red takeaway cup, filled with a rich, dark chocolate liquid. Your heart softens as he hands you the cup, seeing each of the women had been given an identical cup, letting the warmth spread across your fingers as you take a sip.

It’s heavenly; you’re almost certain you’ll be dragging the poor boy back into the city at any given moment simply so you could try this drink again. He wouldn’t mind, he would happily replay this moment in his mind for an eternity, so long as it was always with you.

The cup is lifted to his own lips, your own eyebrows raising as you wordlessly offer him a sip of the drink. Ana and Blanca are intensely focused on the interaction, their younger brother taking a sip of the drink and beaming at you, passing the hot drink between one another until the cup is empty.

“Are your hands a little warmer now, Cariño?” He’s concerned; although there’s a delight in being here with you, he doesn't want you to get too cold. Before you can answer his question, he simply takes your two hands into his own, cupping them in his larger palms and pulling them upwards to his lips, leaving soft kisses against your skin.

“You’re so cheesy.” You tease, taking delight in how he laughs like a schoolchild, pulling you into his chest and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“Only for you.”

#Carlos Sainz #CS55 #Carlos Sainz x Reader #Carlos Sainz Imagine #Carlos Sainz One Shot #Carlos Sainz x You #Reader Insert #F1 #Formula 1 #F1 x Reader #Carlos Sainz Blurb #Carlos Sainz x Y/N

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whirlybirbs · 17 days ago

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Miss birbs, my dearly beloved feral Boston cryptid, I have a question:

My partner and I were gifted a surprise vacation from his parents to any state chosen at random. We got Massachusetts 😅

We've never been and I was wondering if you had any suggestions? Recommendations? Places to avoid or any warnings we should heed? We're open to anything and we're going the first week of July.

We haven't decided whether to fly or take an Amtrak out. Is Boston Logan decent enough or is it equivalent to DFW?

xoxoxo

[CUE THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR FLUTES & DRUMS]

now is my time to shine.

hot take: i love logan airport. but i say this after having recently been in fort lauderdale's fuckass airport for about five hours too long. amtrak is also easy, that will bring you into either north or south station depending on your point of origin — those two spots are nestled in the city of boston!

(side note: don't rely on the mbta to get you anywhere on time while you're here. the orange line literally catches on fire every other month. the red line cannot stay on its tracks. the green line sounds like its using echo location.)

from a tourist point of view, i frankly ignore anything west of framingham. i spent enough of my developmental years in worcester and i can firmly say it ain't it from a wooooaaahhhh perspective.

boston, compared to other US cities, is pretty small (especially once you nail how to drive in it, yippee, that's me). top five things i tell everyone to do when in the city of boston:

isabella stuart gardner museum — i love her, she is amazing and i prefer her to the mfa just because the lore and sights!

red sox games — i hate to say it but i fucking love baseball and i love fenway park even more. games can be pricey these days, but nothing beats a night game + hot dog + beer and heckling from the grandstands

dani's queer bar / club cafe / dbar — these are my favorite gay bars in boston if you're of that sort. personally, i would rather be shot dead than be seen in midway cafe for the infamous queeroke but it could be a blast if you aren't acutely aware of every other person's dating history and beef (this is a small city)

mfa first fridays — if you can time it right! they do themed nights!

chinatown — if you hop off the t by the boston public garden, you can basically walk through the theater district (also fun) and head into chinatown. amazing food, really cool art, and on the way out you can stop for a drink at my shayla: ruka.

modern pastry in the north end — i promise you fuck all that mike's pastries noise. go here, then go to the speakeasy downstairs and order their banana bread martini. that is bliss.

encore — i hate casinos but i did take a free harbor cruise to encore from the north end (you can too) while blasted on aforementioned banana bread martinis and it was great

i will most likely thing of more the moment i post this. now, the real deal, tourist traps in boston that suck absolute ass:

i don't give a shit what anyone says i fucking hate newbury street. nothing good happens on newbury street. oh, there's a cafe you really like on newbury street? cool, i won't be going. it's simply not for people like me, in my meager tax bracket.

don't go to harvard. it's boring. i basically lived on their campus and i promise you the 'park the car in harvard yard' jokes are not worth it. you can't park a car there. it's literally impossible.

listen, it's been a minute since i've walked the freedom trail but that 2.5 mile long stretch is some of the most harrowing shit. people are going to know you're a tourist.

fundamentally speaking the idea of a duck boat should align with my values and morals however: i have seen the way these fuckers drive. also, i have no idea the cost of a one hour long spin around the city in something called jason varitek's left nut or something but it cannot be cheap.

you should definitely head to the cape — live out that yuppie old money dream, sure, but also if you head down to p-town during a certain week in july then you're bound to encounter the most beautiful migration of our species: bear week.

if you get the chance, while you're down there, take a swing over to nantucket. it's a short ferry ride over and good for a day trip. that's something i haven't done since i was a kid and it's reaaallll cute over there.

if you're the outdoorsy type, there are a lot of good hiking spots in our state. me and the queer girlies like to go swimming at walden pond that a bunch of sirens in o brother where art thou.

okay. i fear i have given you all too much information about my whereabouts any given weekend. if you see me in public no you didn't.

#anon i hope you have fun #boston is really a good time #people think we're mean but i promise it's out of love

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muffinsin · 4 months ago

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Smoke and Mirrors

Chapter 2: human greed

[TWs for this chapter: No specific ones]

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Daniela awakens to hands over her, turning her over, lifting her arm, cupping her face. She opens her eyes, groaning groggily.

“Bela?”, she whines. What’s her sister doing here? Where’s-

Where?

She frowns. No, that isn’t right. She doesn’t understand. What happened the previous day? She was- seduced. She was- happy. Who was she with? She searches her mind, but comes up empty. Who? What?

She jumps, pulled from the mess of thoughts in her head, gazes into her older sister’s golden eyes as her face is cupped.

“Dani…”

“Hi, Bela!”, she greets happily. If she didn’t remember flashes of the last night, she would think she convinced her sister to sleep over in her room. Still, she’s happy to see her.

It feels like Bela is busy so often, running the wine business alongside with Mother, she barely has time for Daniela and Cassandra and to play. Before she can overthink things, she throws herself at her sister, wrapping her arms tightly around her in a hug. She breathes in her familiar scent, feels her flies in the swarm. It feels so long since she got to have a conversation with Bela that wasn’t limited to how much work she still had to get done.

Surprised, her older sister holds her tight. Unlike Daniela, she remembers the previous night perfectly, the symbol on her back, the bruises, being weighed down when she found the Beneviento crest and went to get help.

Daniela squeaks in surprise when she’s turned again. As Bela gasps and drags her palm over her bare back, she becomes a little more aware of her state of undress.

She raises her arms to cover her chest, her head turning to glance at whatever Bela seems to be looking for.

“What-? No! No, no no! It was here!”, she gasps, shocked. Yet, even as Bela keeps stroking the soft skin, it doesn’t magically make the mark she was so sure she saw appear. Where did it go? Was it there in the first place? She doesn’t understand, it felt too real. It can’t have been a dream. How else would she have gotten into her sister’s room? Why else would she have woken up by her side? But, Daniela’s back is every bit the spotless, soft skin she knows. It doesn’t make any sense…she remembers; the Beneviento mark, the bruises at her sister’s skin…

“Show me your legs”, she demands then, worry evident in her voice. While confused, Daniela doesn’t protest or deny her sister, sensing something is wrong with her. A bad dream, perhaps?

While Bela investigates skin far too soft to have been bruised recently, Daniela’s thoughts wander yet again.

She remembers bits here and there, remembers the bliss of the day before. Remembers sitting by the flowers, crying. Remembers someone was there. Why can’t she understand? Is this one of her delusions again? A dream that felt far too real? No, her sore, but spotless back and the ache between her legs reassure her: whatever it was and whoever was with her, it was real.

So who was it?

A maid?

No, that cannot be.

Bela and Cassandra keep such a tight watch on them, chase them away when they get close to Daniela, knowing very well what their true intentions with the young woman are. While Daniela forgets, the two older sisters remember the pain she is always in when it comes to an end, when they find an untimely demise or are forced to meet their end after hurting the woman and betraying her trust.

So, if not a maid, who then?

Does Bela know? She woke up in her room, after all. Did she spot her sweet, mysterious lover?

Daniela opens her mouth, is about to ask, but stops herself.

No…what if Bela didn’t know, didn’t see, if Daniela told her and she took her lover, again? What if she claimed they’re evil, want to use her, aren’t truly in love with her, and takes them again? She doesn’t want to be alone, anymore…

As such, she only watches as her older sister traces the skin at her ankles, as though in wonder.

Bela doesn’t believe her eyes. No, what? She could have sworn she saw and felt the swollen bruises there mere hours ago. Did they heal on their own due to Daniela’s biology? But, who caused them, then? Her sister may be naïve and delusional, but certainly not in risk of actively harming herself! She gulps, then moves back towards the young woman.

Daniela watches wordlessly as her cheeks are cupped again, Bela’s gaze intense. She knows already, a question is going to come, and her sister will expect no less than a completely honest answer.

She feels as though she shrinks into herself, feeling somewhat intimidated by her sister’s knowing gaze. Even as a child, Daniela never managed to hide anything from her sister. Now, she desperately tries to hide the fact that she has a new lover.

“Who was with you yesterday?”

Ah, yes, there’s the question.

Daniela gulps, then shrugs. Bela tilts her head a little. She doesn’t buy it.

“No one!”, Daniela attempts, then. She shrinks a little as Bela’s gaze turns from stern to loving. She doesn’t want to lie, not to her sisters and mother, who always took care of her… not Bela, who is staring at her so lovingly and caringly, perfectly conveying that she doesn’t want to take from the redhead, only wants to protect her as any good older sister should.

She can’t help it. Family is forever. She gives in.

“My new love”, she answers as truthful as she can. She has no name for her sister, has no appearance to share with her.

“Who, Dani?”, Bela pushes, her voice soft. Whoever this new love of her sister is, she knows they are no good for the young woman. Judged by the happiness glazing delusional Daniela’s eyes, the woman doesn’t see that, yet.

“I don’t know..”, she answers, sad at this fact, herself. She just wishes she knew who it was, would run into their loving arms given the chance.

Oh, the previous night…she doesn’t remember details, only the love and happiness she felt, how she was kissed and held, dominated easily, fucked into obliviousness and a deep slumber.

Marked? Yes, she thinks so, but when her hand reaches back to touch her skin, she no longer feels the brand she was sure she was marked with the previous night.

Bela doesn’t miss the action, of course, but stays quiet. Her sister looks…lost, almost.

“What happened, little one?”, she asks instead, careful not to push her sister. She doesn’t want to trigger a manic episode, doesn’t want to risk Daniela pulling away and shutting herself away to reach for love she will not find, only to return crying, sobbing, whimpering to her family’s arms.

She’s in luck, she seems, for Daniela’s lost, wide eyes only set on her and no anger follows.

“I- don’t know…”, she whispers. “I was happy, and loved”, she eagerly adds. “She kissed me”, she whispers, happily, her eyes widening as she notices the “She” slipping. So it was a woman! Perhaps a maid after all?

Bela’s eyes narrow at this. She, Lady Beneviento, a woman she knows terrifyingly little about. Has her sister caught her eye? She should think so, yet…all marks from the day before are gone, with no proof they were there to begin with. Can it be? How could it be? Lady Beneviento’s domain is far off through the woods, by the waterfalls, by the mountains and cliffs. And most importantly; she is said to rarely leave her house and interact with others. And, of course, Bela is not oblivious to the business-like relationship she enjoys with Alcina. It would be foolish to come for one of her daughters, much less to harm one, lest she wants to risk not only this, but start a fight between the Lords of the Village.

She shakes her head, trying to rid herself of the thoughts. She must be wrong. It must have been a maid, spotting Daniela’s vulnerability and exploiting it, disappearing just before Bela turned to her room. A nasty nightmare, all of it, it has to be. There is no proof of it being anything else, after all…

With a last look over Daniela, she presses a kiss to the top of the woman’s head, promising she will go hunting with her later on to make up for the scare in the morning, then leaves her to get dressed.

Daniela scowls angrily as she kicks pebbles, leaves and sticks out of her path. Gripping her sickle tightly, she forces herself not to whine to herself. Where Bela should be, right by her side, is only the carcass of a deer the auburn haired woman has caught for herself.

She tracks quietly through the forest, her dress bloodied, her bottom lip quivering despite her futile attempts to be unbothered.

Eventually, she sinks down against a tree, grabbing the limp animal tightly and pulling it to her like a large stuffed animal.

She cries openly, sweet tears running down her cheeks. She feels the lightest, faintest phantom of a wet touch against her cheeks before it passes again. She holds the animal closer, her tears dripping against its bloodied fur.

Stupid Bela, stupid promises, stupid hope, stupid loneliness that seems to follow poor Daniela wherever she goes…!

Bela had promised…promised she’d go hunting with her, as they had when they were younger. But, of course, work came first.

Always, everything comes first before Daniela…

She’s spiralling. Doesn’t even notice it.

Why does Bela hate her?

Why would she lie?

She seemed so sincere this morning, holding her so close, so tight, like for once Daniela was more important than the work Mother entrusted to her.

She promised, promised, promised, promised!

She lied.

She’s a liar.

Why does everybody lie?

She’s all alone.

Why is she always all alone?

Just then, she feels the touch again, less wet, grounding, like the faintest touch of a palm against her upper arm. She turns immediately, back on her feet with her sickle raised.

Alas, nothing is there at all.

Then, she hears, it.

“Dani? Where are you?”

Bela. Liar. Pretender. Wrong.

More tears run down her red face.

Her sister’s voice gets louder and Daniela finds: she doesn’t want to talk to her, now. Doesn’t want to listen to her excuses as to why she worked, why she prioritized something over her sister again. The deer drops to the ground.

She takes off running, far away from the worried calls of her liar sister.

“Dani?! Where are you? I can’t feel you!”, Bela calls, desperately trying to find the connection to her sister through their swarm. It’s almost like the younger woman is either drawing back or withheld from it. She swarms and runs through the wet woods fast, trying to locate the auburn haired woman. She doesn’t like this, doesn’t like her out by herself after the nightmare she’s had. It’s all her fault, all her fault for letting her sister spot her wrapping up work before they agreed to go hunting.

She thought she could finish it, fast, why…

Daniela runs, uncaring of the branches tugging at her cape and dress, tearing and biting into her skin through them. Her lungs burn, the air warm enough for her to hunt carelessly, but bitingly cold the more the moves from the castle.

She can’t stop, won’t stop, doesn’t know why.

“Come”, she hears, like a command she can’t refuse.

Her legs move on their own even when she finds clarity again, knows she has to return to Bela and ease her worries. She should return to the castle. Should hunt with Bela now she finally has the chance! Her legs keep running, her body moving beyond her control. She can’t reach her swarm! She feels so lost…

And still, she feels as though lured in, the farther away her legs carry her, the more she feels as though in a trance. Like she must simply follow this voice in her head, urging her to keep going.

She doesn’t notice when her legs stop moving beyond her control and it’s her who is walking, more and more, more and more and more. The air is bitingly cold, now, uncomfortable so. She pulls her torn cloak around her.

A part of her yearns to find Bela, to return to the castle, lay in her lap in front of the warm fireplace, her belly full from the delicious deer, Bela’s warm voice filling her ears as she reads to her from her favourite book, Mother’s hand in her hair, gentle, loving, as Cassandra takes apart the dear she brought her and praises her for it.

But, the voice… she doesn’t even notice where she goes, what she passes.

At last, she stops, pauses. She stands in front of a manor, dark, made of wood, vines and plants surrounding her.

“Come”

She obeys.

#cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #smoke and mirrors #donna beneviento #daniela dimitrescu x donna beneviento #alcina dimitrescu

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. ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁. ❛❛ Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 19 : 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇🎉 ❞ ִֶ𐀔

˖⋆࿐໋. 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 ✧₊⁺ — (𝐘.𝐉𝐖)

ִֶָ࣪☾. SYNOPSIS: ₊˚⊹♡ : With the third magical academic year starting, you and Jungwon plan to have a normal school year and complete many goals. Except, you have to earn Enchantix with your frequent burn-outs, and Jungwon wants to become a full-fledged warrior and push past his anxiety. With their own goals in mind, they feel like 2 idiots that keep meeting by chance. However, when mysterious events threaten the magical kingdoms and schools, the specialists and fairies have to figure out the culprit and save the magical universe. But fate has other plans for their adventures and for your ‘coincidental’ meeting with Jungwon.

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YOU WERE TOO NICE, TOO AMICABLE FOR THIS WORLD BECAUSE WHY DID YOU LET LEERAE BE INVITED?

Honestly, the conversation started when you were in the cafeteria after Potionology. You had sat around the circular table with the girls when Dani was explaining her parent's stress over the news and their intrusive questions regarding the stolen shipment.

The news was eager to stitch together a story and response.

To lighten the conversation, you reminded the girls that Sunghoon had his birthday party in a few days, not realising the peering ears behind you. Not until Hanni's eyes flickered up past you with confusion.

To follow her gaze, you had turned, and there she was — holding your pen but her face displayed this brewing curiosity.

"Here's your pen, by the way. And... a party?" She had inquired as you took the pen from her. The girls and you sat there for a beat of silence, unprepared for this kind of situation.

"Yeah. He invited me. I decided to bring the girls along," you replied back to her. Her eyes sparkled with an idea.

"Oh my gosh, I haven't been to a party in forever. I wish I could come," she said with a small sigh of imagined bliss, looking into the distance as if she could just smell the dance and music.

In that moment, your lips spoke before your brain decided anything, blurting out, "You can tag along."

This time, the girls all snapped their eyes to you. Haerin and Hyein glanced to each other, Dani and Minji gaped a little while Hanni discreetly padded her ears with her headphones. Leerae perked up in her spot, eyes returning to you with a newfound excitement.

"Really?"

The smile reached your lips, albeit tight, as you nodded. Your mind was practically scolding you for letting your kind nature bury the assertion that you were meant to exercise.

"Thank you! Text me the details later, yeah?" She exclaimed before striding away with a smile. You didn't even look back at the girls because you knew their judgement and confusion were about to beat you in the head in the form of questions.

You would rather not reminisce the memory of your raging friendliness possessing all words spoken that day.

It didn't matter anymore because you, Leerae, your friends, and Jungkook were walking up to the entrance of what seemed like a huge, modern villa. It had brown-tiled roofs, multiple windows that radiated wealth, and pastel cream walls colouring the bricks. From inside, different lights of each colour blared through the downstairs area, music vibrating from the house to your feet. It was a visual scene of what fun would be like.

The girls chattered beside you, Minji having her arm hooked around yours whilst engaging with the others. Leerae chimed in a few times, making the lingering memory cloud your thoughts.

As soon as Jungkook opened the door, music burst out, the bass practically rattling your nerves by the shoulders.

"Um..." Jungkook turned to you as everyone walked into the foyer. "Don't get into any trouble. But then again, you don't know what that is."

Jungkook yelped when your fist landed on his ribs, rubbing it idly. You didn't care and walked off deeper into the place with the girls.

The main living room had plush, brown couches, a DJ booth where Heeseung had his headphones snug on his head and bopped rhythmically to the powerful bass; the lighting was dark, dim but enough to erupt any crowd with excitement; you spotted some familiar faces, but your thought-ridden head needed some space. It was much more crowded than you thought.

A drink. That's what you needed.

Turning to the girls, who were bopping their head to the tune, you leaned in. Leerae was nowhere to be seen, probably already hooked into the main action of the party.

"I'm going to get a drink. Any orders?" You asked over the heavy melody. Only Minji and Hanni raised their hands, grinning.

"Be a darling, Yn, and see if there is any alcohol," Hanni said with pride since her birthday was two months ago, and she reached the drinking age. Rolling your eyes at both of them, you went ahead to do your mission.

The hallways were just as dim, some people passing by, but thankfully, the kitchen was empty. It was built like a bar, a long island stretching through the room, glasses, and plastic cups lined up with different colours bubbling at the surface.

Not only that, but there was a selection of snacks laid out on the table, maybe for later. But, your goal was your drink.

Determined, you followed the path of liquids, hands grazing over the slightly amber liquid with small bubbles, deciding to pick up that one resting in a plastic cup.

When you took a whiff of it, you recoiled, having the deepest hunch that it was alcohol and would punch your nerves senseless with just a sip.

Even then, that's the thrill. You always did what you needed to, followed the rules, and your mind was hearing voices to just take a little sip. Just a little.

Fuck it.

Lifting it off the table, you brought it near your lips, anticipating it, only for someone to grip your wrist gently and pry the cup away. Immediate confusion rained on you as you whipped your head to see the culprit — only to see Jungwon.

He wore a navy denim jacket over a black vest and some jeans that fit his legs perfectly. Even his loose hair splayed nicely across his forehead, those curious eyes holding yours for a few seconds.

"That's alcohol," Jungwon finally said, his voice so close and low that your thoughts all tumbled over one another until he tilted his head at you.

He was still holding your wrist, but softly, and the warmth of his skin sent your heart to skip a beat. Wow, what was wrong with you?

Clearing your throat and straightening your back, you only replied with, "I know."

"And you were about to drink it anyway?" Jungwon asked with glistening amusement in his tone as he saw your flickering gaze.

"Yeah, well, there were no witnesses, but I stand corrected," you remarked. He smiled slightly at that, his smirk evolving. Still, his hand remained latched to yours, making your thoughts a target for confusion and curiosity.

"You're kind of rebellious," he said, taking a step closer to lean on the counter. Your hand followed.

"Well, everyone is once in a while. Besides, the school year is stressful." You tried to pry your hand back, but his slender fingers curled more firmly about your forearm as he grinned again. "Are you the police or something?"

"For Sunghoon hyung and, especially, Riki, yes. Yes, i am. No one knows when he will use his sorcery to snatch a drink. I can't let any wizard do that."

"Well, I'm a fairy, so it's different," you remarked back, holding back a small smile from the banter. Jungwon squeezed your arm slightly with eyes full of mirth.

"Both of you can use magic, so I guess I have to watch you and Riki more closely," he murmured with that smirk of his.

What was going on right now? Your eyes met his once more in the warm lighting of the kitchen, his hand holding your wrist, and it fit like a snug bracelet. There was an expression in his eyes, floating like a soft cloud that you couldn't drag your eyes away from.

He really is pretty. And soft. Even if you had witnessed his awkward words first hand via text messages, you weren't repulsed by his string of awful wording. Instead, it subtly poked at your heart, hinting at something.

Jungwon didn't seem to force his eyes away either, staring with no reluctance or shame. How could he? How could he when your eyes were staring up at him, unblinking, full of glittering sincerity.

Just as you and him were locked into each other, a hand flew out to grab the cup from your hand, startling both Jungwon and you; he recoiled from the sudden grasp.

Your eyes followed the cup to see your furious older brother. Jungkook wasn't looking at you, though — those eyes were cutting into Jungwon mercilessly.

Oh, here we go.

"So, you were about to give my sister alcohol?" Jungkook said with underlying menace buried in his tone. Jungwon panicked, eyes darting.

"N-no, of course—"

"I knew it." Jungkook scoffed, cutting him off. You could sense the intimidation that had worked right into Jungwon, making him shrink slightly.

Crossing your arms, you glared at Jungkook, who just raised an eyebrow back at you. "What? I thought I told you not to get into trouble, and here you are."

"I took the drink. It's for Hanni and Minji," you retorted with equal sharpness that he shot at Jungwon. He scoffed, and whilst looking you straight in the eye, he gulped down the alcohol.

It honestly made you cringe your face at him, not impressed at all. Jungwon, at this point, followed the ghost of his instinct and sent you a little look as if to remember your presence before slipping out the kitchen.

You didn't want him to slip away, but with your idiot of a brother here...

Once he was gone, your annoyance prickled. The next thing Jungkook did was yelp again as you pushed the plastic cup into his face and sent the remaining liquid to drown his mouth and chin.

"You're such a freak," you snapped at him before walking away with 2 more plastic cups of normal drinks. As you did, you heard him retort once more.

"Yeah, that's what I thought when I saw him holding your hand!"

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After that incident in the kitchen, your stormy expression and red flowers newly blooming by your ears, the girls pulled you in for a dance. The crowd was mixed with some older students and some of your own age.

Nevertheless, you only cared about laughing with your girl friends, dancing with Minji, hands jokingly draped across her shoulders whilst hers was around your waist.

Small fits of giggles passed between you and her, letting the new and upbeat tune practically shake off your anxiety and any other thoughts. As much as you messed up with your friendliness, you actually came to term with Leerae joining you.

She was just a party girl who needed an outlet, and she saw her chance with you. All that apprehension earlier? Gosh, you were overreacting.

What were you so afraid of? Leerae may be a little nosy, but you could have said no, could have created that boundary. Maybe your friendliness was a good thing that wanted to include her. It's rational.

Yes. That's it. Being iffy with her was unreasonable, and you vowed to yourself that you would gather all those uneasy thoughts and bury them away.

Whilst Minji spun you dramatically across the floor, your body hit someone solid, making you let out a small "oof".

Silly Minji. When you went to apologise, you froze as Sunghoon peered down at you, hands politely floating around in case you fell. The embarrassment seized you, and pink flowers sprouted in your locks. He smiled.

"I'm sorry. It was Minji—"

You went to point to your friend, but when you glanced back, Minji disappeared in the sea of people. And, you knew it wasn't an accident. You halted and faced him again with a sheepish smile.

"It's fine," he practically yelled over the loud music, attempting to make an effort to speak, but it was no good.

Sunghoon huffed and softly held your hand, tugging you through the crowd of partying people until you stood near the sofas. It was a little empty here, though there was a dude who passed out on the sofa, glasses crooked.

"Stupid Jake. I told him not to drink so early," he muttered, making you smile. True friendship right there.

You leaned back against the wall, finally taking a breath from the dancing crowd, and you could sense his gaze scanning your features.

"Happy birthday, by the way," you began to say. His eyes lit up as he nodded in gratitude, hair slightly messy upon his forehead.

"Thank you." He leaned forward slightly, looming over you. The flutter in your heart reached your cheeks, and to distract yourself, you cleared your throat.

"Um, I got you a gift!" You chirped up at him. Sunghoon tilted his head, and an easy smile graced his lips.

"You know I told you—"

You dismissed him with a wave of the hand before holding out your palms, pulling any strings of magic until a glow sparked. Sunghoon's eyes widened, focusing at the sparkles transfiguring into something small, metallic.

There, sitting in your palms, was a broche. A silver broche that had two pearls with studs latched into them, the long silver chain connecting from one end to the other where twin butterflies were stuck on. You held it delicately because this absolutely wrecked your remaining allowance.

Gazing up, you observed the way gratitude and joy bloomed in the depths of his brown eyes, the small smile tugging at his lips, and the clear thoughts running in his head.

Sunghoon lifted his hand to cup yours as the other picked up the precious metal, dangling it as if you had gifted him something magical.

"It's... really nice," he said softly, managing to hear it over the loud music. Even then, you felt relief that your effort into this gift actually elicited something so wonderful from him.

Smiling timidly, you took the broche from him. "Let me put it on."

He didn't complain, staring intently at the concentration stitched into your face, the way your eyebrows furrowed as you fiddled with his jacket and connected the studs to the precious pearls.

You felt it. Of course you did. The gaze that fell on you like sunlight, obvious and making your skin flare with an embarrassed warmth in your neck and cheeks. He didn't move even though you were close, and once done, you were the one to step back first.

Tentative, his fingers brushed over the hanging chains, the metal butterfly twinkling before him.

"Thanks, Yn. Oh, it reminds me—" he said, hands digging into his pockets of his jeans, then snaking in his jacket to retrieve something metal, shiny and sparkly.

Clearly confused, he presented it to you; a broche but in the form of a metal flower that had pointed petals curved in a way that captivated the gaze, and held a purple gem in the middle.

Was he seriously giving you a gift? The confusion simmered in your chest, reaching your eyes again as you stood there, not taking it. He noticed and chuckled.

"Take it," he urged with an easy smile.

"I can't," you remarked, bewilderment persisting in your voice. Sunghoon chuckled again, leaning down to your height, making you recoil slightly.

"I insist." He grabbed your right hand to place the broche in your palm and then closed your fingers over it, destructing all your composure at once.

What was happening right now? The questions practically repeated and prickled you, making you question what Sunghoon saw in you. Were the girls right? He was pursuing you?

"Why? It's your birthday, not mine," you inquired again, gazing at his eyes that held sincerity and endearment.

"I saw it. It reminded me of you," He said with a shrug, as if those words weren't messing up your system, forming a cyclone that threw all your damn thoughts into the air and out of your reach.

Blinking up at him with shock, he simply tapped your chin before walking away, disappearing into the crowd, his damn smirk ingrained in your head.

What the FUCK????

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