#God pls bring them back together for a tour or something. just one more time in my life pls

[theinfinitedivides]

the Sting and Bruce Springsteen!Every Breath You Take live performance is my sexuality now for the next week at least. sorry

[amourtoken]

someone requested some iv content so here's some lil blurby stuff cause I cannot create a full length fic for the life of me lol I'm sorry bb. This isn't structured rlly it's just a collection of my random thoughts off the dome while thinking abt him so lmk if you want me to elaborate on anything.

*nsfw below the cut, MDNI*

cw: petplay, sex toys, raw sex (pls wrap that shit), mentions of choking, breeding, subspace, phone sex, mirror sex, threesomes, DP, oral

◇ he's so-

◇ when you first got together, iv was much more reserved but as the group gained some traction and more opportunities presented themselves the the boys, he can't help himself he let the fame get a *little* to his head. He's become much more outgoing in many ways and he knowssss he's fine at this point. He will use this fact against you cause he knows how easy it is to melt you from the inside out so you're a pliant little toy in his hands.

◇ he's always been so sweet to you. Constantly bringing you flowers with sweet notes or forcefully making time in his schedule so he can see his sweet girl and give her the attention she deserves. He knows it could be tough being with someone who has to keep their personal life on the low but he makes up for it 100%.

◇ he swears up and down he's not *trying* to come off this way but he's tiptoeing the line of being your sugar daddy lol. If you so much as even mention something you want in passing, it's in your hands within the next day at most. After a little, this extended from things *you* said you wanted, to things *he* wants to give you. This includes the sluttiest lingerie you've ever laid eyes on, jewelry with his name on it, and countless sex toys he pleads for you to use on camera so he can rewatch while he's out on tour.

◇ he's head over heels for you, and absolutely *cannot* get enough. Your smell, your taste, your touch, all of it. He'd inject you into his veins if possible. Even while fucking you, one angle isn't enough. iv has strategically aligned a couple mirrors so he gets all the best views of you no matter what position he's manipulated you into and ugh it makes his head spin sometimes. You deserve to be in a museum but he can't help himself but to be a lil rough with you on occasion.

◇ knows how to get into your head and all up under your skin, on multiple occasions he's slid behind you while you're getting ready in the mirror and rested his head on your shoulder just to whisper the filthiest things imaginable in your ear. He'll wrap his arms around your waist or run his hands up and down your torso, sliding down to your thighs and tugging the hem of your dress up little by little while detailing just how pretty he think you are in it in a low voice. Sometimes he'll slide one hand up and gently squeeze your throat, leaning your head back onto his shoulder while he's touching you. He makes a whole ordeal of it and most often, you end up right back in bed.

◇ he's got lots of sweet little pet names for you. Love is absolutely his favorite but sweet girl, pretty thing, sweetheart, all perfect. He's not big on degradation *however*, he did get you the prettiest engraved collar with a cute little tag reading "slut" in his handwriting.

◇ bouncing directly off that, man's into some petplay. Loves knowing you're all his and wrapped right around his finger. The physical manifestation of this is him wrapping your leash around his hand and tugging when you break eye contact while he's fucking you like he hates you (he doesn't but the way he bullies your poor insides, it sure feels like it.) He's got you a collection of pretty collars with his name on them, and adores having you sat at his feet at any given chance. He'll also literally pet you, fingers lovingly brushing your skin or running through your hair absent-mindedly but ugh it feels so fucking good, what's not to enjoy about having his hands on you? Throws you right into a comfy subspace.

◇ I think all of the ST Boys are in this boat but God if he doesn't get lightheaded at the thought of breeding you. He'll grab your hips and pull you to meet his deep thrusts while your head hangs over the edge of the bed, watching the scene from the full length mirror beside you. He gets off on the fact not only is it the *ultimate* claim on you, but thanks to his mirror fixation, he gets to watch the whole thing and know it's the exact moment he knocked you up. You're already perfect in his eyes but once you're all round and pretty, he *really* won't be able to keep his hands off of you. It'll only serve to make him more possessive as well, that's his baby carrying his actual baby, he'll be damned if anything happens to you or you're not treated like a piece of fine china.

◇ he's very possessive of you like I said, *but* if one of the other boys wanna join...he'll consider. By consider I mean he'll hold you on his lap, arms hooked under your legs and holding them open while iii eats you out like he's starved. Your head is leaned back on his shoulder and he's praising you for being so good for both of them, he'll also direct some praise to iii for treating you so well. As long as he's ultimately the one pulling the strings and directing the scene, he's in his element. Fucking you from behind while Vessel's down your throat or leaving countless dark hickeys and love bites all over your neck and chest while he and ii fill both of your holes. You're his, doesn't matter if they get a taste cause he's the one you belong to.

[phlox238]

i tried to write them, give me opinions pls

this was written in like a few hours

Here they were again, sitting in the bathtub just before a show. It was just like on the train. But this time, the stakes were higher. And, well, the bathroom was significantly less gross. Only about six months after getting off the train, they had landed an actual gig at a bar, something they’d get paid for, and there was a large crowd of people waiting for them to arrive. They weren’t playing for the sake of getting off the train anymore.

“Min, it’ll be fine, okay?” Ryan murmured, placing his hand on Min’s shoulder. 

“What if it won’t, though? What if they know?” Min pressed the ball of his palms into his eyes, perhaps rubbing away some tears. He was shaking a little, Ryan realized.

"Know what, exactly?" 

"You know...That we're, uh…" He trailed off, sighing. Couldn't even bring himself to even say the word. What good of a partner did that make him? 

"Gay?" Ryan prompted.

Even just that word sent a pang of anxiety through Min's stomach. He didn't know why. It was who he was, something he shouldn't be ashamed of; yet he was, he was ashamed of it, he felt like an alien. Even though no one knew besides the two of them.

"Yeah. That." His voice was small, almost too quiet to be heard even in the secluded silence. 

"It isn't…" Ryan reached for the right words to say, something that would comfort Min. "That isn't something anyone can see based on how you look. It's, like, your thoughts? Only you know what you're thinking. Same thing with being gay, right?" He smiled a little. "That is, unless you do something that's gay. So try not to kiss me on stage, okay?" 

Chuckling and shaking his head, Min finally looked up at Ryan, and there was finally that smile on his face that he loved so much. 

"God, you're such a dork." Min grinned. "Thanks, dude. I'm sorry-'' Before he could finish, Ryan cut him off with a tight hug. He was practically sitting in Min's lap. And honestly, it felt nice. 

"Don't you dare say sorry," Ryan pulled back so he and Min could look at each other, hands on his shoulders. "It's not your fault. You think you're ready to go yet?" 

Min nodded. "Soon. Just…five more minutes?" He snaked his arms around Ryan's waist, pulling him into a straddle-hug. They were alone. They could do whatever they liked, now, without the fear of being found out. It felt good. 

After that night and the one on the train combined, bathtub chats became tradition for them. If either of them had something they needed to talk about, he'd hide in the bathtub until the other found him. Then they'd just talk. Sometimes only for minutes, and sometimes they lasted for hours. It was a good way to stay connected and keep their relationship going. Communication is key. 

It worked. They worked. Eventually the band was renamed to Duet. They gained fans. As soon as gay marriage was legal, they got married. Ryan took Min's last name, to leave behind the baggage of his family. They got their happily ever after.

They toured the world together as Ryan and Min-gi Park, sharing their experiences on the train through song lyrics, hoping to attract some people who had also been on the train. A few times, they did exactly that. They were happy. Truly happy, finally.

[queenk00k]

red wine lips part 2 // rafe cameron

READ PART 1 HERE

PART 3 NOW UPLOADED

FINAL PART NOW UPLOADED

warnings: alcohol, SMUT, NSFW, fingering, oral (female receiving),  unprotected sex (pls use protection), semi-public sex, swearing

word count: 1.7k

author’s note: highly recommend that you read part 1 so you understand wtf is going on. this is my first ever smut so please let me know what you think, i thrive on reblogs and comments, and uhhh be kind thanku...

You couldn’t quite pinpoint the exact moment you realised you wanted to fuck Rafe Cameron.

Perhaps it had a long time coming.

You think of any time you went swimming together and he came out of the water, wet skin glistening in the sunshine.

Any time you two hung out at his house and he was wearing sweatpants and a backwards hat and you felt weirdly more attracted to him in those moments than any other.

Or maybe the realisation was today, with him in his navy suit and red tie that matched your dress perfectly, spending money to impress you, running his fingers up your thigh, bringing his lips to your ear, sending shivers down your neck.

And now you’re sat next to him at a table with the rest of your friends, painfully aware of the fact that you’re not wearing any panties and he knows, and you can predict what he’s going to do with that information and you like it.

Rafe’s lips are brushing against your ear again as he whispers “are you sure we’re going to play this game, princess?” But you know he’s confident in your answer before you’ve even had a chance to voice it as his hand is resting at the top of your thigh again, pushing the silk aside.

Your breath hitches as he runs his fingers down even further, not quite reaching your heated centre but dancing around it, all while keeping his eyes on the rest of the group so as to not raise suspicion.

You clear your throat quietly. “I’m already wet, Cameron, you don’t have to try so hard. Stop teasing.”

Damnit, you think. It’s not like his ego needed to get any bigger.

Rafe chuckles. “If you’re already wet,” he whispers, “then I guess you won’t mind if I do this.”

With that, Rafe slips a finger further down and runs it through your folds, pressing against your clit and moving his finger ever so slightly in a circular motion.

You whimper and grab the edge of the table in frustration, earning a peculiar look from Topper.

“You good, Y/N?” He asks, furrowing his brow.

“Mmhm,” you reply. “Just really feeling the wine, you know?”

“Yeah for sure, it’s good shit,” he responds and turns back to Kelce.

Rafe starts teasing your entrance with his finger, using his thumb now to keep the pressure on your clit, and you feel yourself opening your legs slightly to allow easier access, leaning back every so slightly in your chair.

You turn to Rafe with widened eyes as he slips a finger inside you. “Damnit Rafe,” you hiss. “You can’t do that here. People are gonna know.”

Rafe simply looks at you innocently. “Not sure what you’re talking, princess.”

You narrow your eyes at him and glance down at his lap, where it’s clear he’s straining against his suit pants.

Fine, if he’s going to play it that way.

You reach your hand down and grip his half-hard dick in your manicured hand, feeling it stiffen even more as you palm him through his pants.

Rafe’s jaw clenches and his blue eyes darken with lust.

“Y/N,” he warns.

You smile sweetly at him. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

Rafe abruptly brings his hand up, causing you to whine quietly at the sudden lack of touch and press your thighs tightly together for friction. He grabs your wrist and you feel your wetness on his fingers as he grips you and pulls your face close to his.

“Meet me in the bathroom. Don’t fuck around, Y/N,” he says and pushes his chair back hurriedly, stalking off to the restrooms without so much as a second glance.

You swallow thickly and look around at the rest of the group, who seem drunk enough to not even notice both of your absences, let alone care. You smooth your dress down again as you stand up and make your way hastily to the bathroom.

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The door’s ajar when you get there and you step into the dimly lit restroom, thanking your lucky stars you were at a nice establishment.

“Rafe?”

The door slams shut suddenly and you jump, turning around as you hear the lock click.

You barely have time to react when Rafe suddenly pushes you against the tiled wall, his large hands holding your hips firmly as he stares at you, a lone strand of brunette hair falling in his blue eyes.

“I don’t like being teased, Y/N,” Rafe says quietly.

“You started-“ you begin to say, when Rafe brings his finger to your lips to silence you. You notice with a jolt that it’s the same finger he had inside you at the table, and he brushes it against your lower lip.

“Haven’t even kissed me yet and this is where we start? Bold choice,” you say, all snark but your voice is shaky and you can’t deny how turned on you are as you’re aware of the uncomfortable heat building at the juncture of your thighs.

Rafe pushes your mouth open with his finger. “Suck,” he says and you’re left with no choice but to obey him, wrapping your lips around his finger and lapping up your own arousal, maintaining eye contact.

Rafe looks pleased as he takes his finger out with a pop and smiles at you, before bringing his lips to yours in firm kiss, moving against you briefly before slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You kiss like that for a few moments, getting more hurried and desperate as Rafe pushes his hips into you and you feel his hard length against your thigh.

You break apart briefly, panting, your red strap falling down your shoulder and more of his hair falling into his eyes. He presses his forehead against yours and grips onto your waist tightly, moving you backwards until you feel your ass hit the sink.

Like clockwork, you jump up so you’re now sitting on the porcelain, and you wrap your legs around his waist.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he says, and without giving you a chance to respond he brings his mouth to yours again, keeping one hand on your waist as he uses the other to push down the top of your dress until both breasts are exposed.

Rafe breaks away from you again and looks at you hungrily, pupils wide and wanting.

“Well,” you breathe, “they’re not here just to look pretty.”

Rafe smirks and takes that as his invitation, ducking his head down to your chest, closing his mouth around a nipple and sucking, using one hand to brace himself against the sink and the other to cup your other breast, running his thumb back and forth over your hardened nub.

You moan, threading your fingers through his hair, keeping his head in place as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, alternating between the left and right. You bring your hand down and start touching yourself, moving your clit underneath two fingers and bucking your hips up to meet them.

Rafe stops and notices what you’re doing.

“What do you need, princess?”

You moan as you keep your fingers working away.

“Fuck, I need your mouth on me, please Rafe,” you say and he wordlessly pushes your dress up briefly so you’re completely exposed, and dives his head down underneath your dress, using his tongue in broad strokes across your clit. Your hand moves back onto the top of his head as you grip his hair tightly, moving your hips up against his mouth as he makes quick work of your clit.

“Goddamn, Rafe, I’m gonna cum-“

Rafe hums and the vibration brings you over the edge, legs shaking. You start to cry out as you cum but Rafe quickly moves back over the top of you and slaps his hand against your mouth.

Your moans are thankfully muffled as you finish your orgasm, completely wet and ready for Rafe to be inside you.

“Rafe,” you whisper once he deems it safe enough to move his hand against your mouth, “normally I’m a lady who returns the favour but fuck I just need your cock inside me right now.”

Rafe’s already undoing his belt, bringing his hardened cock out and you almost salivate at the sight of it as it springs up from the waistband of his underwear, dripping pre-cum.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he says and he moves towards you, your legs opening on reflex.

Rafe lines his dick up with your entrance and you clench in anticipation.

“Wait, do you have a condom?”

Rafe shakes his head. “I might be confident but even I didn’t expect to be fucking you at a winery tour.”

You’re not normally one to take risks, but you’re so turned on you might scream if you don’t feel him inside you soon. You wrap your legs around his waist even tighter and bring him closer.

“Whatever. Get inside me.”

Rafe groans at your forwardness and pushes himself into you, letting out a whispered “fuck” as he feels your walls clenching around him, finally bottoming out inside you.

“God, you’re so tight.”

You lean back and moan. “Enough small talk, Cameron. Just fuck me already.”

Rafe suddenly starts moving and snaps his hips forward, causing you to cry out as the feeling of his thick cock filling you up is almost too much for you. You move in unison, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. Rafe leans his forehead on your shoulder as he continues to pound into you, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he gets closer to his orgasm.

You feel Rafe go to move out and you cross your ankles together and bring him further into you, locking him in as you dig your nails into his back.

“Don’t pull out, please. I-I want to feel you cum inside me.”

Rafe lets out a guttural moan at your words and he thrusts inside you one last time, filling you with his cum and stroking your back with his free hand.

He slips out of you and you frown at the empty feeling. His cum starts to leak down your thigh and you hurriedly push your dress out of the way.

Rafe’s pulling up his pants as you both look at each other and smile.

“So…do that again sometime?”

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[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Cal and finding out you both are the missing pair to your costumes pls

A huge HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU BLANCA! Enjoy!

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It was Michael’s idea. That’s how Calum would up in this, reading the invitation email send to him, telling me to follow the specific directions for his costume. It gave no name to the character or to the show. Just a bulleted list underneath the not quite passable graphic that Michael probably made either in Photoshop or some equivalent. 

A white and black pinstriped suit jacket and pants (a black suit will also do as listed on the invitation), a black bowtie, a white dress shirt, and a fake mustache. It almost like pin straight too in the picture that’s obviously been screenshotted and pasted into the body. 

Michael wanted to do a Halloween party and the guys didn’t need much excuse to readily agree to supply with their presence, booze, and non-alcoholic choices for a party. The treats for working on during the year. The only caveat had been that Michael wanted to arrange for a couple’s theme--the trick if you asked Calum. 

He didn’t really have anyone to partner up with and he for sure wasn’t about to scroll through his phone for whoever was just as lonely as him. He could’ve asked you. Truth be told, you would’ve been at the top of his list. But he couldn’t bring himself to ask. Sure you two had hung out and were close--for God sake, you dog sat for Calum when he left for tour. He trusted you and adored you beyond belief. But he couldn’t bring himself to taking that any further. 

You always talked about the latest person in your string of attempts to date in LA after moving into the town about a year ago. Calum knew he could’ve made a move. Shit, he should’ve made a move. But timing never felt right. And who was Calum to push back against the waves and tides of the universe? 

And of course, Calum recounts his woes to Michael. 

You will have a partner, reads at the end of the email. You’ll thank me later. 

And of course, Michael wasn’t just listening to woes. 

When Calum returns walks up to Michael’s house two weeks later, stressed in his pinstriped suit, with a terribly itchy fake mustache, a black bow tie, and upon Michael’s request after Calum told Michael that he had acquired all the pieces to his costumed, Calum slicked back his hair. The gears in Calum’s brain were still trying to decipher what all this put together was, but he wasn’t mad at the attire in the least.

The door barely contains the thumping of music from inside and the second the door opens to Michael’s flushed face and bright smile, Calum is blasted with the rattle of bass. “You look good, dude!” Michael greets, waving Calum inside. 

“Thanks. I can follow instructions.” Initially glances over the room don’t show anyone dressed to match Calum. And he tries not to like that thought make his throat quiver and his hands shake. But it does. No doubt Michael has just randomly assigned partner. There’s no way. Calum is looking for you because finding you will answer the question, quell the anxiety that’s spiking. 

What had Michael planned? 

There’s no sign for a while in the living room, or in the kitchen, or in the backyard. The drink in Calum’s hand sits so long, sloshing at his fingers as he dances and shimmies through crowd to search for this partner that Calum’s sure more of the alcohol’s wound up on the floor than in his bloodstream. He tries to keep his mind pre-occupied, talking to the guys and dancing to the music, though he’s a self proclaimed shit dancer. But his gaze always wonders. 

“I’m so sorry!” you shout. 

Michael’s waving it off. “Don’t sweat it.” You’re nearly an hour late though the party looks like is just gearing into full swing. “Your partner’s here, so you’re fine. We just got started for real.”

“Where’s-where’s this partner?” 

“Last I saw of him, dancing. Outside? But that was ten minutes or so?” Michael shrugs, unsure of how long ago it was. That’s your only lead so you take it. Your heels click against the floor as you march deeper into the house. 

Calum’s shaking the drink from his hands, the last of it finally sloshing as he steps into the sea of other dancing bodies. He probably should’ve been paying more attention but it doesn’t matter now. Finally, stepping from from the crowd he spies you, black dress, a slit up the thigh, lips painted red. He curses his heart for fluttering. But god, you look amazing. 

Your attention is elsewhere, along the walls, flickering side to side as you stalk closer and closer to the door of the backyard. Calum bounds up the steps after being knocked into again by the outliers of the dancing crowd. You’re not leaving looking. One hand stretched out for the knob without seeing the door open. And ready to press your weight into the door, you stumble. “Whoops!” you laugh catching your balance and not missing the arm that wraps around you. 

“Careful.”

“Thanks.” You finally look up and see Calum. Half of the fake mustache is gone and his hair is slicked back. “Looks, uh, like you lost part of yourself there, Cal.” You reach up and peel off the other end of the mustache. 

“Oh,” his brows furrow and his gaze casts down as if he could actually see the missing piece. He chuckles, “Sorry.”

“Don’t have to apologize to me.” You slip out of his gaze just a little. “Who’s your partner?” It’s only as the question leaves your lips do yo start to take in his suit, and the bow tie. 

“They haven’t--”

“Me,” you answer interrupting the thought. 

“What?”

“You’re dressed as Gomez.” You wave over yourself, twirling a little in the black dress. “I’m Morticia.” Your heart races. You’re Calum’s other half. Oh shit. How did Michael know? He sent you an email with specifcs for your costume. But how did Michael know. You hadn’t told him a thing. You weren’t that obvious were you?

“Morticia?” Calum’s still not processing, not the characters at least. And he’s definitely not processing that his guess was right. He knew Michael was up to something. Just not this. Not really making you his partner.

“Addams Family.” You sing a bit of the theme song, in the hopes that it finally clicks for Calum. But he seems floored--gone even. “Hey, uh, is everything alright?”

He nods. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry. It just-just took me a second.”

You nod in return. “You look good though, Gomez.” 

Calum chuckles, kicking at the ground just a little. “You-you look really great by the way.” Calum’s quick to cut in, glancing up and reaching for your elbow. “I mean it. Really you look great.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you want a drink? By chance?” 

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You follow behind Calum back through the house and into the kitchen. The drink isn’t too heavy of a pour and you hang out in the kitchen a while, laughing as Calum recounts some story that you’re almost sure you’ve heard before but you can’t quite be sure so you just listen as he tells it. 

You suggest a dance as you down the the last of your drink. Calum hugs close to his drink, pressing into the counter. “Too shy? Or tuckered out?”

“I’m-I can’t dance. You know that.”

“Oh I’m not asking you to join Dancing With The Stars. Just dance with me please?”

He knows he can’t say no to you. With a nod, he downs the rest of his cup and follows behind you back outside. He doesn’t know how many songs the two of you dance to. It could be three, it could be forty--he doesn’t keep track at all. All he does know is that you laugh at every misstep of his and it sounds like magic in his ears. 

There’s a pause or two for drinks here and there. And maybe it’s just the buzzing of his head that finally cuts through the fog and tells him that who gives a fuck if it’s the right time. And you’re laughing, head thrown back just slightly leaning into his chest as you recount the fiasco of trying to find the right dress for this costume. The kitchen is empty, or maybe it’s full and Calum’s only paying attention to you. 

“Can I kiss you?” Calum asks, his brows are furrowed and his tongue wets his lips quickly. 

Your breath hitches as he hand cups your cheek. “Huh?”

“Can-can I kiss you? And you can totally say no. But-I-please?” The words aren’t coming out right and he’d almost be annoyed with himself but you stretch forward, lips pressing into his and words don’t matter. 

You kissing him, like actually kissing him and you can taste booze. But underneath that, what floats into your sense is the smell of his cologne. What buzzes your skin is the fact that he asked. Sure it was in the middle of your story, but you’ve been craving it since you noticed Calum in the fucking suit. 

And truth be told even though you had gone on dates and some went places you had always wanted to press your luck with Calum. But he always seemed busy or like his focus was on something different and you didn’t think you actually had a shot. But you still wanted to press. 

And now you’re pressed against the edge of counter in the kitchen. Your hands cup his face as a soft moan escapes you that Calum swallows. “There are bedrooms for this. Just not in my house,” Michael laughs, slamming down another 12 pack of coke onto the counter next to them. “Just not in my house.”

The two of you blush, but are slow to pull apart. “I was just waiting for another Coke,” you tease, your red manicured nails popping open a can. You offer a sip to Calum who takes it, smiling too as the stupid antic. 

“Refreshing, don’t you think?” Calum asks. 

[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

Interview

BB: welcome back everyone! So good to see you all here today! We're back for a 3rd time here on BB Channel! Like before we're joined by the lil cuties of Ed and Mari. But this time their parents have come to join!

Rex: hello...

Quetz: Hola!

BB: that wasn't a very strong greeting Rex!

Rex: I'm tired right now. Can't this wait?

BB: time waits for no one and neither does BB!

Mari: already this is super annoying! *sigh* so why'd you decide to bring them into this anyways?

BB: the people who follow this blog need to see how they're doing so long after Chaldea too! You two have had the spotlight for a while, so now you should share.

Ed: I mean... guess that's fair.

Mari: should anyone be dealing with this?

Rex: I'd rather not be here either.

BB: aaaww, don't be like that! This will be fun!

Quetz: that's a very hard sell BB.

BB: just humor me at least.

Rex: ...fine

Quetz: what are we even doing anyways?

BB: some of your interdimensional buds have sent in questions about how you guys are doing, and I'm here to get those answers for them!

Quetz: that actually sounds nice...

BB: what'd I tell ya!?

Rex: yeah yeah, pls get started.

BB: fine. First few are from my precious bombardier beetle! First one she asks: do you have any pets?

Mari: oof! Do we!

Rex: currently we have four dogs: 1 German Shepherd named King, a Pitbull named Sparks, a Dogo Argentino named Duke, and a Corgi named Marshmallow.

Quetz: but also we have a habit of adopting older dogs who aren't likely to get a home because of their age or rescues to give them a nice place to stay.

BB: aaawww, well ain't that wholesome?

Mari: we also have mom's bigass pterosaur!

BB: less wholesome. Next one from my dear yellowjacket: favorite foods?

Rex: PIZZA!

Mari: CAKE!

BB: whoa! Pump the brakes you two! No need to get too excited!

Quetz: ...honestly? I don't really have a favorite food. Just a bunch I like to eat and some I don't. If I had to choose, I'd say chocolate.

Ed: I'm a steak man myself.

BB: 2 sweets, and 2 savories. Next up! Who wakes up earliest?

Rex: Quetz

Ed and Mari: Mom

Quetz: ...I guess it's me... hehehe.

BB: honestly I'm not surprised. She's so damn athletic and even used to be a professional.

BB: next! Where do you all like to go for vacations and such?

Ed: mom and dad have a vacation home in Alaska.

BB: Alaska?! Why?

Mari: when warm weather is the norm for you it's nice to go to the cold to change things up.

Rex: yeah, it's actually very nice. Not too many people and beautiful nature sights.

BB: well to each their own. Another from my dear antlion: how long does it take to pick a movie or TV show to watch?

Quetz: hehehe, we're all so indecisive it takes ages to pick. It's not uncommon for us to give up after taking so long.

BB: you should work on that. This next one's interesting. My precious army ant also suggests a round of common household jobs and the like from each member.

Rex: hmmm

BB: she gave an example of like, who does the cooking?

Quetz: well it's both me and mi amor in that case. The kids aren't very creative.

Ed: hey! We're plenty creative!

Mari: no we're not, don't lie.

Rex: we only really ask that the kids clean their rooms and any messes they make. We handle most everything else.

BB: they should really show some independence tho. Can't coddle them forever.

BB: in the next one, Cadence asks about a house tour and if there's a jacuzzi.

Quetz: a house tour feels like it should be it's own thing.

Rex: yeah, but we do have a jacuzzi dude, so don't worry.

BB: next one's from Reen: she asks what would life be if you weren't in chaldea,

Rex: y'mean like now? I mean... it's a relatively normalish domestic life? With less work tho.

Quetz: si, I've made plenty from my lucha career before retirement we don't have to worry about money much. But mi amof still makes money just in case.

BB: well after that she asks: how was your life before and after meeting each other?

Rex: ...kinda sad. Aside from chaldea and saving the world, I was kinda just... stagnant. Go to work, go home and so on. Not much to my life before then.

Quetz: ...honestly, for me it was the same. After the age of Gods ended we didn't do much of anything. We mostly watched over humanity, I've been summoned in modern day before but that was rare and infrequent.

Rex: ...after I met Quetz tho... I dunno things felt... better? She kinda forced her way into my life after I summoned her and... I was more then ok to accept her... before long we had something beautiful...

Quetz: aww, mi amor! I'm so happy to hear that!

BB: ain't that sweet? Like me and my dear centipede. Final one from Reen: if you could build a dream home then where? (Can be in fantasy)

Rex: I mean... where we are now is good.

Mari: yeah, right at the border of a huge rainforest in the Yucatan sounds fine.

Ed: but what about the fantasy bit?

Quetz: hmmm... we don't really look at fantasy much. But maybe a castle of some kind?

Rex: or a Mayan temple? But with electricity and Wi-Fi.

BB: that's fair. Need those memes in your life. Now some from Kaz! First she asks: what kind of gifts do you give each other?

Rex: uuhh, well I like getting mi corazon custom things. Like some personal clothes, or even a portrait of the two of us.

Quetz: ehehehe, I like to spoil mi amor with extravagant things! Golden treasure and the like!

Mari: concerning...

BB: next, how would you spend the day if it's raining outside?

Rex: I actually enjoy rainy weather, so I like to chill near a window or even on the porch listening to the rain.

Mari: it's very soothing.

BB: how quaint. Last one from Kaz: whose good at cooking and baking?

Quetz: hehehe, that'd be me. Tho it might be considered cheating since I use my goddess power to help.

Mari: well no one else is the greatest normally so it's fine.

BB: a good 'ol better then nothing kinda attitude! Now we're back to Cadence but with more relaxed questions: what's the current house look like?

Rex: ....big.

Mari: like three stories tall with a DEEP basement.

Ed: like... 5 rooms too many.

Quetz: we also have an indoor pool.

Rex: the outside looks almost gothic, but partially taken over by nature.

BB: all this near a rainforest?

Quetz: si! Despite the size, all the nearby trees still tower over it.

BB: nature can get scary. I've seen worse and have been worse but still. Another one: how do family events function? Any specific holidays?

Quetz: ...most family events are just us... going somewhere nice to eat nice food...

Rex: do they mean bringing extended family? My family lives too far to visit often

Quetz: ...and I'd rather not speak of mine... things have gotten rocky as of late.

Mari: right, well for holidays we celebrate most standard one, like Easter and valentine's and such. For October we kinda try to combine Halloween and Day of the dead.

Ed: but Christmas is the most important for us! Mom and Dad always make the biggest celebrations for Christmas!

BB: gotta love the holidays! Especially when your mom is santa... still weird to say that. Next one! Any plans for the future?

Rex: eh... not really? I mean I want to prepare Maria to continue the family magecraft, since Ed has no interest.

Mari: someone has to continue on this lost practice.

BB: good to know it won't be lost to time like we thought. Next one! Daily life?

Rex: I wake up, eat, work on magecraft, spend family time, spend time with Quetz, go to bed.

Quetz: I wake up, workout, eat, workout, spend time with mi familia, lovely time with mi amor and then I sleep.

Ed: I wake up, take a walk, eat, practice soccer, spend family time, sleep.

Mari: sleep, sleep again, dragged to breakfast by mom, eat, eat again, mess with magecraft, eat, sit with everyone else, scroll thru my phone for hours, sleep.

Quetz: *sigh* mija, you need to change your priorities.

Mari: mmmmm... No.

BB: bad habits there Mari. Next they'd like to know if your in contact with anyone from chaldea? Other then me!

Rex: here's a real quick list: Marie, Mash, Kiara, Penth, Astraea, Martha, Ishtar, Gorgon, Jalter, The twins, your kids BB, etc etc.

Quetz: too many to list...

BB: nice you haven't lost contact! Next! About that Wedding?

Rex: well... it was eventful to say the least. Not long after completing the china LB. Most of the servants were invited, and most of Quetz's family showed up.

Quetz: si, Martha officiated it for us. Most of my family were so nice at the time... too bad that hasn't lasted.

Rex: let's not mention that...

BB: it was such a nice wedding! You two were so "nervous" you had trouble with your vows! How adorable!

Mari: why the quotes?

BB: no reason... now we're at the home stretch! Good 'ol Ash has some for stuff that technically hasn't happened yet, but you should still be able to answer! What responsibilities will Rex take on when he joins the pantheon?

Quetz: ...well he'll be largely a guardian of life on earth. Authority over things like the jungle itself, volcanos, and even snow... for some reason.

Rex: well it still snows in mexico... occasionally.

Quetz: and we'll be sharing authority over Venus! I wanted to share it with mi amor!

BB: cute! Hmmm, not sure if you cananswer this one just yet? Adjusting to God hood?

Rex: well I got to try it out a bit. Summoning lava and snow is... interesting. But also... my mind felt... odd... but also clearer? Not sure how to put it...

BB: I'm sure when you get there you'll get it... took me a bit after servant fest. And how did the other divinities react?

BB: actually I have some recordings of that to answer, so play the clip!

A screen appears showing recordings of some servants, one at a time.

Ishtar: eh! She's turning you into a god!? ...I guess you've earned it master...

Eresh: what!? Can you do that?! ...guess I won't see you in Kur... then again I don't think you have any link to Kur anyways.

Kama: do you really think your cut out for it? I mean... if it's just for you two to be together then I guess it's fine.

Astraea: godhood is a very big responsibility master. Are you certain you're up to it? Saving humanity is also a big task but at least that has an end point. This is... eternal.

Qin: oh! So you have decided to go for immortality after all?! Tho not the same as my methods, it is still good to see you two will be happy together!

Scathach: immortality? I've strived for death for so long... to see you go for immortality... Hopefully you'll find happiness, where I couldn't...

The screen turns off.

BB: very interesting! Most seem hesitant of it all... I for one think it's cute! Imagine in a thousand years you guys have a double date with me and my dear stag beetle!

Rex: ...a thousand years...

Quetz: still having trouble processing it all?

Rex: yeah... maybe when I get there... it'll be easier.

BB: now for today's final one! A scenario! One of you two goes berserk! What does the other do to calm them down?

Rex: well that has happened before... usually a nice hug is more then good enough.

Quetz: si! I've almost destroyed a few servants a few times until mi amor caught me in a hug! I can't bring myself to harm him... so I stop!

BB: sounds too easy... but I've seen that before so... I'll let it slide.

BB: well that's all the time we have for now! Hopefully you all are satisfied by the answers! We'll be doing this again, seeya!

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I got this in my mind so I'm gonna share it : being friend with Niall and he got a key from your house too. One night he want to surprise you so he just come without telling you. So when he is here he open your door slowly and close it slowly too. But you are horny that night and sure Niall is your big crush and you love him sooo you just masturbate yourself while moaning his name. Sorry but I got this in my mind ahahah how he will react? I'm so thirsty for something like that pls :(((

i got this request twice (and apparently from 2 different persons) sooo it would have been a crime not to write this! 3.3k SMUT. i didnt proofread, you know me. but i really hope you guys enjoy this!!!

NIALL

It was supposed to be a surprise. Whenever I went on tour and had a concert in her town or near, I'd end up texting her and asking her if I could come and visit. It was not even about sex or love, but I couldn't deny that we were close. Perhaps, we were closer than friends but I was not sure how deep our friendship was yet. Still, every time I was in town, I wouldn't reserve a hotel room simply because I always ended up spending the few free hours or days I had at her place.

This time, I hadn't called or texted because it was late and I didn't want to wake her up. She had given me a key to her place one day, telling me not to make a big deal out of it, but that it could come in handy if i ever needed somewhere to crash and she wasn't home. Back then, I hadn't seen the point to come to her place if she wasn't going to be there but at that exact moment, I was glad I had that key.

I closed the door slowly and gently, noticing all the lights were out and I had to admit I was a bit surprised to realize she was already sleeping. She normally went to bed late but I just shrugged a shoulder and decided that I could just slither under her covers and cuddle her all night. She was an affectionate person and so was I, and somehow, we both got the affection we needed with each other.

I frowned when I realized the door of her room was half opened and heard a low whimper before blinking a few times, trying to get my eyes used to the darkness. The image that draw itself in front of my eyes slowly made my heard skip a beat. I could see her shadow move on the wall and the only thing allowing was the lights from the street lamps outside and the lights of the cars passing in front of her house from time to time.

She was there, laying in bed, completely naked, her head leaned against the pillows and her legs spread wide. I told myself how lucky I was when I noticed that I had the perfect view of her inner thighs and could stare at her fingers glide easily on her slit before slipping inside her cunt, over and over again. The sight was so hot that I felt myself swell in my pants and reached down to adjust myself quickly.

I knew I should leave. I knew it was wrong to stay and watch, but it was definitely stronger than me. Her other hand ran on her breasts and I stared at her hard nipples for a few seconds, wishing I could feel them get even harder against my tongue. Seeing her naked for the very first time brought in me so much lust that It was a miracle I hadn't walked in her room just yet and without thinking, I reached for my cock again, rubbing myself slowly over my jeans.

Her hips started moving up and down and her fingers reached deeper inside of her as my cock got harder and when she started moaning, I felt slightly dizzy.

I did everything I could to just turn around and leave even if I knew perfectly I would never be able to erase those amazing images and sounds from my mind but suddenly, something else than moans escaped her lips. I thought I had imagined it but she repeated it and my heart seemed to completely stop.

"Niall... oh my god... Niall, fuck me."

My lips parted and my heart skipped a beat. I could feel my cock press hard on my jeans, making it a bit uncomfortable but I was not sure what to do. Finding out she was actually masturbating while imagining me fucking her made all these thoughts and feelings invade me but I had no idea what to do with that information.

If I walked in, it would scare her, and it would be the same if I knocked or talked. SIt was hard to concentrate on what I should do while staring at her squirming and whimpering but after a few minutes, I just grabbed my phone in my pocket to text her, hoping she'd look at it even if she was very busy.

'i really want to get down on my knees, between your legs, and find out how you taste.'

The few notes of one of my songs could be heard and I frowned a bit before opening my eyes wider. Did she really use a few seconds of one of my songs to notify her from my text messages?

"Fuck." she whispered before sitting up on the bed and reaching for her phone.

I took a step on the side to stay hidden but still stared as her jaw dropped.

"Oh my.. god." she whispered again, bringing her hand to her mouth.

I could see her facial expression perfectly because of the light of her phone and held my breath as she spread her legs a bit again, letting her hand run down her breasts and stomach to end between her thighs. She ran two fingers on her clit and my cock twitched.

She cleared her throat and quickly typed an answer, her lips pressed together. It took only a few seconds until I got it and I was suddenly glad that I had put my phone on silent.

'Niall! I think you got the wrong number! 😂'

‘I've got the right number, Y/N.' I just typed and sent before typing again. 'Would you let me run my tongue on your sweet little pussy until you cum?'

She rubbed her eyes after seeing my answer and shook her head slightly, as if she couldn't believe what she was reading. We had flirted here and there but nothing more. In fact, I never really thought anything of it but I realized that I should have. The lust invading the place at that exact moment was so strong it was a miracle neither of us had made a move before.

"Is he drunk or what?" she asked herself out loud, staring at her screen.

Quickly, I sent her a simple message that said 'No, I'm not drunk, petal.’ and after reading it, she looked up and her eyes roamed around.

"N-Niall?" she asked in a soft voice.

I felt my heart skip a beat and sent her one last message. 'Would it scare you if I said I was at your door?'

I heard my voice again coming from her phone and after reading my words, she grabbed a pillow and put it over her body before breathing in and licking her lips again.

"Do you mean the front door, or the door of my room?"

I took a step on the side to show myself, feeling the beam coming in from the window light my whole body and face before taking a step closer. We stared at each other for a while but I could see her fingers play with her phone nervously.

"How long have you been watching me?" she asked in a low tone.

"Long enough to hear you moan my name." I admitted, swallowing hard. "I'm so sorry, I really shouldn't have. You gave me a key and I wanted to surprise you... but watching you touch yourself... fuck, it made me so horny."

Her eyes roamed on my face and she bit her bottom lip, tilting her head on the side. I loved how innocent yet excited she looked and when she talked, my heart skipped an other beat.

"So now, you know my secret." she breathed out.

I blinked a few times and walked closer again, bending down and holding myself on each side of her, my palms pressing on the mattress. She moved her upper body back slightly but my lips were only a few inches away from her and I could swear I heard a whimper.

"I can trade it for my secret." I proposed in a whisper as she nodded. "I've always imagined that you felt and tasted amazing. I came here tonight hoping for something more than our usual 'hanging out'."

Slowly, I pressed my mouth against hers and as soon as I deepened the kiss, she moaned and I swallowed her whimpers. I never thought she could taste so good but I felt my dick swell even more against the pillow she was holding between us and I groaned low.

"Please, petal, let me go down on you."

Her lips parted and they brushed against mine as she murmured a 'yes' and I grabbed the pillow slowly, pulling it next to her before getting down on my knees. I spread her legs more and brought one of my hands closer to her, letting my thumb rub gently on her clit. She was already soaked due to all the time she had spent touching herself and my eyelids fluttered at her smell.

"Jesus Christ." I whispered before bending down and letting two of my fingers move down on her slit. "You make me so hard."

She didn't answer, she just whimpered as one of her legs twitched, and I placed two of my fingers on each sides of her clit, squeezing it lightly. Bringing my mouth closer, i let my lips brush on her clit as my fingers trapped it and finally, I pressed my tongue on it. She squirmed and moan but I didn't let go of her and simply sucked on it hard. Both her hands reached for my head, pushing it against hers as her fingers gripped my hair.

"Oh my.. god, Oh god Niall, I'm gonna cum."

I knew she was already close due to all the touching she had done but when she started shaking, I sucked harder on her clit and shut my eyes tight at the way she was holding me against her. I could barely breathe and when she finally let go of my head, I ran my tongue all over her pussy to taste her even more before looking up at her. Her lips were parted again and she was panting and I loved how fucked she looked. I kissed her gently so she could taste herself on my tongue and got up, taking my shirt off. Her fingers reached for my pants and she undid them fast, unzipping them and pulling on them.

"Someone's impatient."

She looked up at me and her lips curled into a smirk. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting this." she admitted in a low tone as she pulled on my boxers.

I was expecting her hands but she simply took my cock on her mouth without even using her hands. I was already rock hard but I could feel my dick throb on her tongue before she sucked it quickly, her head moving fast as my cock disappeared in her mouth, almost reaching the back of her throat. I moved my shirt up but it kept falling back down, hiding a part of her face and I finally just took it off and threw it away. Bringing both my hands on each side of her face, I moved locks of her hair behind her ears before grabbing her head and holding it in place. I slipped out of her mouth and she licked her lips, parting them again when I moved my hips back closer. My fingers gripped her head and her hair at the same time and I pushed myself as deep as I could in her mouth, making her choke a bit before taking my cock out again.

"I want to fuck you so bad." I admitted.

She moved on the bed and I followed her, getting on the mattress on my knees before sitting on my feet. I brought her closer and sat her on me, her back facing me, feeling my cock get wet between her legs as I let my hands travel on her breasts and stomach to end between her legs. I brushed my lips on her shoulders and I felt her shiver in my arms. Her skin smelled amazing... coconut, perhaps? And without thinking, I started kissing her shoulder and neck as I slipped a finger inside her.

"Niall..." she moaned, her voice mixing with the sound of her wetness as my finger moved in and out of her. "I need you."

Without waiting, I pushed gently on her back and grabbed my dick, positioning it against her pussy before grabbing her shoulders and bringing her back close to me. I felt my cock slowly enter her, inch by inch, and the way she squirmed and moaned just proved how impatient she really was.

"Fuck you're so wet, petal. I can feel you throb around me."

She held herself with her hands flat on the wall, knees on the mattress, and holding myself with one hand on the bed, I moved my hips up, watching my cock disappear inside her slowly at first but harder and faster with every thrust. She moaned louder and her head dropped on her shoulders as her long dark hair fell between us, hiding her ass and a part of my cock a bit like a curtain. The sight was so hot that I let out a groan and stopped myself, gripping all her hair and pulling her closer to suck on her neck.

"You make me want to cum, pet." I confessed in a whisper. "I want to fill your pretty little cunt with my sperm."

"I want to feel you deep inside me." she replied, making me stop all my movements.

"Yea?" I asked before she quickly nodded. "Get up."

Quickly, she did what I asked and I followed, putting myself behind her and pushing gently on her back. She bent down, her hair falling on each side of her head and her ass up, and I couldn't help but let out a curse word at the sight. I bent down to grab both her wrists and pushed the tip of my cock inside her before pulling on her arms, feeling her ass back against me as my cock went balls deep inside her.

"Mm, fuck." I whispered, remaining still for a few seconds, enjoying the way her pussy clenched around my cock. "Tell me darling, did your fingers feel as good as my cock?"

"N-No." she breathed out, making my lips curl.

"No?" I asked again, raising my eyebrows. "Is that what you were thinking about when you pretty fingers rubbing that clit and fucked that cunt? Were you thinking about my cock deep inside you like that?"

She tried to squirmed and rocked her hips a bit but I pulled on her wrists again to hold her against me.

"Please, Niall..." she whimpered low. "Please I'm so close."

Thinking about her cumming around me made me groan and I started fucking her hard, making her let out a short scream every time I was balls deep inside her. I pulled on her wrists while thrusting inside her every time to feel myself as deep as possible and watched as her body jerked hard in front of me.

"Fuck, I want to cum inside you darling, you want that don't you?"

"Yes." she moaned low. "Yes please cum inside me."

I didn't need to hear it twice, I started fucking her hard again as her walls tightened around me and I let out a few curse words as my thrusts became unsteady. I held her body close to me, pulling on her wrists maybe a bit too hard as I came inside her and after a while, I let go of her and slowly, she moved on the bed, laying down on her back. I joined her, still panting and high from my orgasm, and I brought one of my hands on her throat, holding her on the bed as my other hand reached between her legs. I slipped two fingers inside her and gathered a bit of my sperm before bringing it up and rubbing it against her clit.

"You made me cum so fucking hard, pet." I whispered, staring in her eyes as she did the same. "I want to watch you cum again. Do it, baby, cum for me."

I rubbed her clit harder and it took her only half a minute to started shaking close to me. I pressed my fingers slightly more against her neck and she moaned my name as her eyes fluttered while her orgasm spread all over her body. She looked so good I felt something stir in my stomach and I let my eyes move quickly on her face and body, trying to keep this image in my brain forever.

I let go of her and instinctively, she turned her body with a whimper and wrapped her arm around my waist. I held my breath but after a few seconds, I pulled her closer to me and kissed the top of her head. We remained silent for a long time and when she finally talked, I looked down at her.

"My secret isn't that I wanted to have sex with you, Niall."

I frowned and moved my upper body back slightly to meet her eyes. I waited for her to talk and she suddenly seemed very nervous. She licked her lips and shook her head a bit before closing her eyes as if she was gathering enough courage to tell me something important.

"Niall, I like you." she breathed out. "I mean, I like you like you. And I don't want things to be awkward between us but, basically, that's why I gave you a key to my house. I like that you come here to spend time with me, and it wasn't even sexual so I thought hey, something is happening between us... but you never made a move or anything."

I stared at her and she sighed again, pausing for a while as she tried to put her thoughts back in place. I knew her well enough to realize she was trying to find the right words and she always did.

"I know you most likely don't feel that way for me but, I really had to tell you. I've been keeping it for so long and just.. look, Niall, I have the biggest crush on you. Isn't it obvious?"

A bunch of thought tried to make their ways from my brain to my mouth but my lips parted and the only word that came out of my lips was. "Wow."

She closed her eyes again and cleared her throat. "Yea I know, oh god. Can we pretend I didn't say anything? I don't want to lose you. I mean, I wouldn't want to-"

To shut her up, I crashed my mouth against hers, pressing my lips hard on her for a few seconds before deepening the kiss slightly, letting my lips and tongue move against hers slowly. I turned my body her way and pulled her against me, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. Her sweaty skin rubbed against mine and she let her fingers slip in my hair before brushing down my chest and my side.

"What if I said that I like you too?" I whispered against her mouth, my lips brushing against hers as I talked.

"Like me like me?"

I chuckled at her question and nodded, my eyes still closed. "Yes."

"Then I'd ask you to stay the night."

This time, I opened my eyes and she did too. We both smiled fondly at each other and I licked my lips before kissing her again gently.

"I didn't plan on leaving."

[floraisann]

ateez reaction: you’re addicted to animal crossing: new horizons

➣ requested? ✓

➣ genre: fluff, humor

➣ masterlist

sorry that some of these are kinda dry 😔 i am try

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❥ kim hongjoong:

lets you do your thing tbh

you’ll probably just be vibing in the living room with the switch hooked up to the tv and everything’s great when hongjoong just,,,, moves his work over without saying anything

you’re just ???? and he’s just :)))) the “just another tuesday” grin, you know?

after long enough if you ask him why he moved, he just says he “likes the soundtrack” like bro we do be bopping to the animal crossing ost out here in this quarantine joint

watches you play, only making comments when a villager says something REALLY cursed

really likes marshal— he’s funny

not the type to hate villagers either except chops, fuck chops

once yunho shows him how the custom qr code outfit designs work you’re about to have the most stylish lil mayor that ever roamed the earth

probably also borrows your switch to make your town jingle

overall is just confused by the game dynamic, but likes the music and how happy it’s making you :)

you’re gonna have to put the switch down on your own honey, he’s too caught up in bopping to the music while doing his own work to realize you’ve been playing for eight hours

❥ park seonghwa

has the game too, probably bought it for you so you could build “couple islands” and be THAT cute gamer couple

still probably nags you for gaming too hard if too many hours pass and you’re ignoring basic needs to like,,,, get lolly on your island or something of the sort

but lolly’s cute give him 5 mins to fall in love w god cat

sends you cute in-game love letters when you’re headass six feet away from each other in real time

but it’s ok they’re cute and he likes making you blush

brings his pretty flowers to your island he also steals yours but that’s okay

dumbfounded by your blatant aggression towards certain villagers

offers to “trade” villagers with you to make you happy and marshal scares him please take marshal from him

yes he’ll bring you cute snacks as if you were studying

overall happy that you found something you enjoy together, but will make you take frequent breaks so you don’t put off whatever you actually have to do too much

❥ jeong yunho

didn’t get the hype at first. bought the game since he thought it had to be super fun if you were ignoring him for hours at a time to go bug catching LMFAO

yet when he downloads it there’s a catch

mr epic gamer, unlike you, has the luck of a god and generates an actual island paradise and probably gets a ton of shooting star fragments too 😔✊🏻

you’re the one stealing from his island, but it’s okay he loves you 💕

and he doesn’t quite understand the game yet

gives you star fragments because you can’t get any and he doesn’t want you all sad because you can’t make a wand!!

has all the cute villagers, but if any try to move will give them to you

pays off your tom nook debt because with his luck it probably takes him less than an hour to get filthy rich in game

also figures out the qr code outfits early on. yes he’ll try to make you one, yes he’ll make himself match

overall, he gets the game because of you but does it better because it’s yunho why wouldn’t he xoxo

still makes sure you’re doing what you need to before you go off to work on your island for six hours; the type to offer game rewards he magically obtains as a prize for you after you finish your daily work

oh to be jeong yunho

❥ kang yeosang

the president of the epic gamer club

probably persuaded you to buy it with him so he could rob your island of all your goods

makes you both reset the game until your islands both have good items but are different

so he can steal your fruit :D

“y/n, you— no, restart. you can’t have peach trees, i already have peach trees!”

“dates” where you guys lie on his bed with your consoles, literally just exploring each other’s islands

y’all practically end up sharing two islands. that’s how much you play together

invites you to go raid the other members’ islands

cursed humor carries into the game; like he’ll send you crackhead mail when you least expect it and the content WILL be something that’s only funny because it’s Yeosang

“you make me so incredibly happy, y/n. almost as happy as when tom nook first handed me my nookphone. almost”

celebrates with you when you’re both rid of the ugly villagers

overall impartial to your obsession, rather he’s glad he has someone to steal from share with

still will make you take breaks with him. he loves that you’ve got a pretty island but you need to take care of yourself sweetie

if you don’t listen he will randomly come on your island to beat you up with a shovel xoxo yeosang luvs u 😘

❥ choi san

would not mind the game at all if it weren’t making you IGNORE HIS NEED FOR CUDDLES >:(

tbh san would probably whine about being attention starved for an eternity 15 mins until he realizes his whining isn’t working, and he has no choice but to cuddle up to you while letting you do your thing

by that i mean he’s backseat gamer all the way, no i do not accept criticism

he’d probably just plop down next to you and cuddle into your side or lay on top of you— just positioning himself in some way that he can see your gameplay

the type to cling to you while you play while bothering you until you accept his game opinions as fact

can and will make you kick out the villagers he thinks are ugly

“i just want you to kick that smelly limberg out, is that really too much to ask?”

probably spent 10 minutes absolutely losing his shit over the animal crossing language

“WHY ARE THEY TALKING IN KEYBOARD SMASH?”

takes the next half hour to learn how to speak it

so next time you play too long and ignore him, will shut off your switch then lay down on you and scream acnh villager language gibberish in your EAR

"you didn’t have a problem with that voice three hours ago when you were talking to that cat rosie!!” :(

if you really ignore him and never stop playing NOTHING is stopping him from being dramatic and saying smth like “y/n, i can’t take this anymore! choose, me or him!”

“him” is tom nook

why the fuck would you pick tom nook

❥ song mingi

knows the game is popular but wasn’t bothered to try playing

so when he sees you, curled up on the couch in the same position he saw you two hours ago just with one less family sized bag of chips, he quietly sighs to himself and sits next to you

“is the game really that interesting?”

when you nod, he ends up like san and kind of chills with you, backseat gaming mode

except he isn’t yelling at you to kick out the ugly villagers, he can already see you trying on your own

gets shocked when the first tarantula appears and you get bitten

occasionally gives input on what he thinks you can do to have a better island

makes you go on an island tour so he can see what you headass just spent the last week making

actually is impressed by how much work you put into your virtual island

congrats! you’ve unlocked an achievement! : gaming livestream date for song mingi

will decide for himself who the cutest villager is then act cute and ask if he looks like them. it’s probably gonna be kid cat. tell him he does. please, Tell Him he looks like kid cat

basically i don’t think he’d be that put off by you getting addicted to the game because!!! acnl is the most relaxing game ever he likes to watch you while he unwinds after a long day

if you play too long though he won’t really say much, just sit by you pouting like :(((( “lov me”

pls love him, the big babie 🥺

❥ jeong wooyoung

another member that probably has the game, but isn’t as obsessed as you

will beg you for shooting star fragments if you get any though. please get this man a wand

does not get WHY you’re trying so hard on your island layout. literally only wants one villager, his island can go to shit so long as he has that one villager

that one villager is probably gonna be molly or something

another member who learns how to imitate animal crossing speak, except his voice is already in the correct pitch

makes fun of you complaining about a villager you hate but it all comes back to bite him in the ass once moose shows up on his island and he gets it

you guys are having a competition to see who can get sprinkle on your island first

spoiler alert: he wins, he stole her from seonghwa

(he steals a lot from seonghwa)

overall happy with the fact that you guys have a game to play together

but if you grind too hard on your own and ignore him for hours at a time can and will invade your island to steal your fruit and trample your flowers. AND send you spam mail

sorry

❥ choi jongho

doesn’t care for the game, and he’s mostly chill too so he’ll probably just vibe in the other room while you play, waiting for you to finish so he can do something with you

comes out a few hours later when you’re (still) lying on the couch, angrily button mashing while muttering curses to yourself

he’s really confused tbh, he’s seen yeosang play, he knows you don’t gotta go that hard to be a successful mayor, so he HAS to ask what the fuck you’re so mad about

“i’m TRYING to catch a blittering at the moment, but i keep getting these stupid carps!!! i have a debt to pay off, god!!”

becomes infinitely more amused with the game after that point

he thinks its so funny how someone could get heated while playing through probably the most relaxing game ever

watches you fish; he enjoys the puns and seeing you get frustrated when you keep catching those goddamn carps

probably takes the switch from you at one point to try his hand at it and catches a koi fish in his first five minutes

“i guess you just suck at fishing, y/n”

overall pretty unbothered by your love for the game until you start ignoring him

then he will threaten your in-game apples, saying he’s .2s away from stealing one of his members’ switches just to brawl with your trees

and we all know who’s gonna win between jongho and apples

[zwritestuff]

Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes (Crygi)

“D’you wanna get married?” Gigi blurts out before she can think it twice. No, scratch that. She’s not thinking at all. 

Crystal doesn’t even flinch or look surprised by the question; she just stares at Gigi for a long second, blowing the smoke in her face again.

“Sure, why not?” She replies, throwing the cigarette on the floor and stomping on it.

a/n: SPARE ME THE DIRTY GLANCE, ‘KAY? the people asked for it (well, it was like three anons and one person.) and i delivered. will someone read this and not think i’m straight up mental? who the fuck knows! but just to clarify - yes, i did write based off gigi’s instagram caption where she said she and crystal got married in vegas. do i think that’s true? that’s for me to know and clown over, thank you very much. it’s not beta-ed at all and poorly looked over, so pls act as if there are no mistakes even though there are. title comes from Waking Up In Vegas by Katy Perry.

“D’you wanna get another round?” Gigi shouts over the music so Crystal can hear. But Crystal barey registers her, being far too much worried in trying to re-apply her lipstick — her phone serving as a mirror and the flashlight making her squint.

They’ve been in drag for hours now, and everything hurts, aches and itches. Crystal’s sparkly red lips are now a shadow of what they were at the beginning of the night, and if Crystal insistes on re-applying some of her lipstick, it’ll end up being more of a mess, for she can’t get her hands to draw a straight line.

Gigi’s lost her hat somewhere, the last she remembers is that Heidi took it to fool around and take pics with it. She doesn’t mind; it was heavy, anyway, and if Heidi lost it she can use that to ask her for a favour later on, once the tour begins and their lives turn into a complete and utter chaos.

“Ta-da!” Crystal exclaims satisfied, turning to see Gigi. Her red lipstick is smudged around the edges, with half of the glitter gone and she’s pretty sure she got some in her teeth too. “What were you sayin’?” She asks, pulling down the neck of her dress and stuffing the lipstick there. Gigi giggles; she swears she’s seen Crystal put from bills to her phone there, and she’s not sure why, if her coat has large pockets, but whenever she does it she can briefly see that stupid One Direction tattoo, so it’s not that she’s complaining. 

“Want another round?” Gigi repeats, coming closer to Crystal can hear her better. Crystal blinks owlishly, tilting her head to the side and furrowing her brows before speaking.

“Wait a second…” She says, standing up from her seat and trying to walk. It takes her about two steps before she almost trips with her own feet, even while she’s grabbing the table for some stability. Crystal sits back down as Gigi laughs loudly. “No,” Crystal replies, with that high pitched tone she always uses when she’s embarrassed.

Gigi complains with a whine, sounding far too childish, and if they were a little sober Crystal would make a joke about this, but Crystal seems one shot away of being drunk out of her mind and therefore she’s unable to form any coherent thought. She just giggles at whatever Gigi says or does, before jamming to the music blasting through the place — a remix of Circus by Britney Spears, currently, and she tries to do the whip movement when the lyric comes on. 

“Careful, Britney, you’re gonna get dizzy,” Gigi advices, a giggle escapes her as Crystal does weird moves to the beat of the song. 

Crystal pulls her tongue out at her, scooting herself closer in the couch of the booth so now she’s in Gigi’s personal space and dancing all over her. Gigi laughs loudly, throwing her head back against the headboard of the couch as Crystal pokes at her ribs as she sings off-tune.

“I make it hooot, when I put on a ssshowwww,” Crystal drunkenly slurs, singing right in Gigi’s ear, pressing her lips ever so slightly. It sends chills down Gigi’s spine, making her stomach twitch, and she doesn’t even mind the fact Crystal has probably left her lipstick smeared in her ear and wig. She’s left her lipstick in far worse places before.

They’ve been fooling around for quite some time now, running from Missouri to California and everywhere in between. The whole ‘dating a drag queen that lives in the opposite side of the country’ it’s hectic in every possible way, not only because the show will air in a few weeks and whatever privacy they have will fly right out the window — not that they have any privacy now, if they were to be honest.

Crystal’s lips linger on her cheek, mumbling the words of the songs, her breath is hot against her skin and if they weren’t in a public event, with lots of cameras everywhere, filming every move they make, Gigi would’ve grabbed her by her wig and pulled her into a kiss long ago.

“Wanna go for a cigarette?” Gigi blurts out at the same time the song transitions from Circus to Womanizer.

“But you don’t— oh!” She catches on when Gigi stares at her lips and bites her own bottom lip, winking. A dumb, toothy smile spreads across her face as Crystal nods.

They lace their hands together and navigate through the crowd, elbowing people to get to outside, running into their season sisters every so often. Nicky is already drunk, giving Jackie a sloppy lap dance and Jackie exudes gay panic, while Jaida just doubles with laughter and Jan —seeming to be the only sober one— films the entire ordeal. Gigi lets a sigh of relief when they don’t notice them leaving together.

There is, however, a tinge of worry at the back of her mind that someone has noticed them, but she doesn’t pay it much attention, since she’s trying to help Crystal walk without falling in the process.

The cold night air hits them and Gigi suddenly feels a bit more woken up. Crystal sighs heavily and fetches for something in her coat, smiling happily when she pulls out a package of cigarettes, and leans against the wall.

Gigi just stares at her as she tries to light up the cigarette, closely watching the tube when it doesn’t light up at the fifth attempt. She grumbles, throwing it away with a childish whine.

“Got a light?” Crystal asks, the cigarette dangles from her lips and Gigi tries to search for Widow’s lighter in her pockets.

(Widow didn’t lend her lighter, she just forgot to ask back for it long ago, and now Gigi is stuck with a lighter she only uses to light up Crystal’s cigarettes.)

There’s a flame and Crystal brings her face closer to it, firmly holding the cigarette between her lips. Gigi would normally scold her for it, but right now the action doesn’t even phase her. 

Crystal takes a drag and blows the smoke right into Gigi’s face. Gigi is embarrassed to say she finds it hot.

“You’re an angel, Geeg, you knew that?” Crystal says, winking at her. “C’mere.” She pats the air next to her and Gigi settles beside her, watching Crystal as she smokes.

There’s something about Crystal that makes her endearing to watch, even if she’s not doing anything. But it’s Gigi who we’re talking about; Gigi, who’s beyond head over heels with Crystal. It’s funny, when she thinks about it, this all started because Crystal was so unapologetically weird during their time on Drag Race, and Gigi felt more and more drawn to her until she was so into Crystal she found it hard to breathe.

And then Crystal reciprocated her feelings, after God knows how many shared fruit snacks, hints thrown her way and subtle flirting, and Gigi forgot how to breathe altogether.

“You think too loud,” Crystal suddenly says, and Gigi blinks repeatedly.

“What you mean?” 

Crystal gives her a shit eating grin before answering.

“You think that I’m so coooool, and awesome and cuuuute, and how you wanna wife me upppp,” Crystal babbles, holding her cigarette in her hand as she leans closer to Gigi again, hitting her with the smell of nicotine and tequila. 

She brushes her lips against Gigi’s, being the tease she is, and then Gigi groans, grabbing her by her wig and closing the distance between them.

Their lips move lazily, tasting every second that the kiss lasts, taking all the time in the world. The kiss is tender and soft, making Gig feel butterflies in her stomach — it doesn’t matter how many times she kisses Crystal, it still makes her melt and feel as if she’s sixteen and kissing a boy for the first time.

Crystal breaks the kiss after some moments and goes back to smoking, placing an arm around Gigi’s waist. Gigi lets her head fall in Crystal’s shoulder, looking at the oddly empty streets when something catches her attention.

There’s one of those chapels in which people get married as if it’s no big deal, and a group of people await in front one of those, with their cameras ready as they snicker between each other. A couple comes out from behind the doors, and there’s screeching and laughter as many flashes point their way and there’s rice thrown.

Gigi imagines for a moment that’s her and Crystal. How funny would it be if they actually got married? Gigi’s always wanted a big wedding, because if she’s leaving the market, she may as well go with a bang. But a small, private wedding doesn’t sound half as bad — she imagines herself in full drag, cinched and painted, anxiously waiting to say “I do.”

She looks at Crystal, trying to imagine how would it be if they got married. She doesn’t think much of the actual cohabiting, that doesn’t even cross her mind; instead, she wonders what would Crystal wear, and if she’d cry once the moment of saying their vows arrives.

An idea crosses her mind, and at that moment it seems innocent enough, but later on she’ll find out it may have not been that good.

“D’you wanna get married?” Gigi blurts out before she can think it twice. No, scratch that. She’s not thinking at all. 

Crystal doesn’t even flinch or look surprised by the question; she just stares at Gigi for a long second, blowing the smoke in her face again.

“Sure, why not?” She replies, throwing the cigarette on the floor and stomping on it.

And that’s all that Gigi needs to grab her hand and make their way to the other side of the street, not really thinking before they’re at the reception of a tiny pink chapel, filling out their information, scrambling to find their IDs —luckily, Gigi always has it on thanks to her baby face, and Crystal always has it on her phone case— and the seventy dollars fee. Gigi says something along the lines of, “That’s what I get in tips after doing three shows in one night.”

What happens next is a blur of a man talking and reciting some boring laws, making them sign some papers and asking if they have rings. Before she notices, Crystal is pulling off one of her own rings and offering it to Gigi, and Gigi whines pathetically because she doesn’t have a ring for her. She pays five extra dollars to buy a cheap ring the chapel offers in emergency cases and tells Crystal she owes her.

They get told “You can kiss, uh, the bride,” in a very doubtful tone, and suddenly nude beige and sparkly red clash against each other. Much to Gigi’s surprise, Crystal doesn’t cry at all through the whole thing.

When they come back to the party, holding hands and with their lipsticks smudged, the other queens get a little suspicious about it. When asked about what were they doing, Crystal just replies nonchalantly:

“We got married.”

A decent amount of the cast don’t believe her, because she’s drunk and there’s no way in hell it’s true, they say. But others like Nicky, Jaida and Jackie fully do, wasting no time in scolding them for doing such a stupid thing, but they barely pay attention.

It hasn’t fully sunk in the reality of what they just did, but that’s a problem for their sober selves. Right now, they just make their way into the bathrooms, lock in a stall and kiss lazily until their lipsticks are beyond any touch ups.

[rymndsmth]

pretty please

is this thing on? anyways this is my first time posting writing on tumblr in like. 3 years so pls be nice!

a/n: ray is walking around looking like That all the time and she’s had enough of it. 18+ (reposting because tumblr did me dirty and blackballed me?)

He was stuck in her mind today, well, if she were to be completely honest, at this point he lingered in the nooks and crannies of her brain daily. It was just how annoyingly dapper he was at all times. A vest over a button down under a long trench or teasingly tight cardigan.

Or maybe it was that smooth but subtly rough Geordie accent of his. Perhaps the thing that drove her the most mad about him was his demeanor-the togetherness. Never a hair out of place, beard always trimmed in shape. He never spoke unless it was necessary, carried out his actions with precision. Fuck, it was everything about him.

She placed the glass into the tray to join its other overpolished counterparts. And then she picked up a tinier one. A little hair of the dog would hopefully ease the tension she felt mounting between her shoulders among more southern regions of her frame.

“A bit early for that, isn’t it?”

When she first started tending the bar at Mickey’s place, his silent method of entry often made her leap like an Olympic high jumper. It took her awhile to realize that he never used the front entrance equipped with the bell like everyone else. Why would he when his position outranked all but the boss himself?

“I don’t know, Ray. Five o’clock and all that nonsense.” Her words dripped with irritation.

Ray didn’t neglect to notice her tone, he never did. She was sure that he had a mental tally going on of how many days it’s been since her attitude had become sour towards him. That hamster wheel turned and churned, she saw it behind his hybrid blue/green eyes as he adjusted his glasses.

“Right. I think I’ll have one as well then.” He slid his coat-the dark blue one that made her picture many scenarios, all of them dirty-off.

She cocked a brow.

“A lady should never drink alone.” The corner of his mouth ticked upwards. Smiling now, are we? It must be her lucky day.

Her back turned to him, only to find that pretentiously expensive scotch she knew he favored so much. Coaster, glass, and a slow pour of two fingers. She did the same in another glass, actually excited to see what all the hype was about.

“Cheers to company.” Her teeth flashed as the crystals clinked off one another.

Oh how it burned on the way down, and joined the molten pit already bubbling in her abdomen. Her palms pressed onto the slick wood of the bar as she watched Ray enjoying his sip as if it was going to be his last. In his line of work she guessed that was possible.

“So, where’s Big M?” She hated breaking the silence, but feared if she didn’t he’d hear her blood rushing as loudly as she did.

Ray blinked before bringing his gaze to meet hers, “Meeting. He sent me here to talk to you, actually.”

The sound she made was somewhat the mixture of an exhale and a wheezing laugh. Her inability to conceal her emotions was why she would only ever be a part of the legitimate side of the business.

“I can’t imagine what for.” She took to busying herself again before her throat let out a dolphin call or something.

“He seems to think I did something to make you crossed with me.” The barstool groaned as he relieved it of his weight.

Hamster wheel. If she didn’t know him any better, she’d think that he was on a fishing expedition. However, Ray was nothing if not a straight shooter. That actually made this encounter that much more embarrassing, now having the knowledge that even Mickey had picked up on her...mood.

“You haven’t done anything to upset me.” Her eyes shut for a moment. Good god, it was ridiculously warm. She lightly fanned herself with a spare coaster.

“I know, but you’ve been treating me as if I have. Why?” Ray pressed, a hand coming up to run along his beard.

Fuck off Raymond, you know why. It was so close to spilling from the edge of her tongue. Her chest heaved with the effort it took her not to scream those words into his face. Instead, she set her jaw and looked at him dead on.

“Misplaced annoyance, I’m sorry.” She even batted her lashes for the cherry on top.

Ray finished his scotch, and rounded the bar. Her heart rate suddenly felt like it did in those last few minutes of that spin class she took one time. He ran his thumb over his bottom lip, walking until he stood directly in front of her.

She took one step back, he took one forward. He led the dance until there was no more room, and then placed his hands on either side of her body on the bar behind it. Jesus Christ, did he always smell as good as he did today? She wanted his scent on her pillows, under her duvet, on her-

“I was asking as a formality, but since you insist on lying, you leave me no choice.” Ray looked down at her.

“No choice? Can you not be so cryptic for one minute?” She surprised herself with the witty response.

Apparently, he hadn’t calculated that in his master plan either. His expression shifted from professional poker player to white guy blinking meme, only for a split second before he regained his composure.

A low sound came from his throat as he moved his hand to trail up her arm. She couldn’t contain the shudder that followed, or the gasp that came next as his finger brushed her neck. Whatever strength she had left, she used it to refrain from whimpering when his knuckles brushed across her warm cheekbone.

“Look at you,” Ray whispered. “You’re falling apart.”

“Case solved, I guess.” She shrugged.

He must’ve had enough of her smart mouth. Ray dipped his head to catch her lips between his. She inhaled deeply, chest rising to press against his as she cupped his face. They stayed there for a moment. From her perspective she was in shock, relieved, and worried that he would regret it all and pull away.

Then his tongue swiped against her bottom lip, and it was like her soul had an orgasm. Sweet vindication. She knew deep down that the tension wasn’t one sided, after all, that was the very nature of it. A band had to be stretched in both directions for it to reach a point of tautness. The energy she gave him was merely of reflection of his.

She opened her mouth to give him full access and was immediately rewarded for it. Ray spread a large hand across the small of her back, bringing her closer to him as his tongue did a dangerous dance with hers. She writhed against him, muscles coiled tightly, desperate for release.

“Please.” Her voice was thick.

“Tell me.” He kissed the edge of her mouth, her cheek, the shell of her ear.

In between moans she managed to respond, “I want you to take these stupid clothes off, and touch me.”

Ray caught her lips in a searing kiss again as his hands settled on her ass. He gathered the fabric of her mid length dress up until the material was balled into his fists. Their tongues took a break from grinding against one another’s for him to lift the dress over her head and discard it off to the side.

Her bare nipples stood to attention, something he noticed immediately. He rolled the left bud between his index finger and thumb coaching a curse out of her. The same was repeated with the right, leaving her breathless. He abandoned them to kneel before her, fingers hooking into either side of her underwear. As painfully slow as he could, Ray slid the cotton down her legs until it pooled around her ankles. She not so unhurriedly kicked them aside.

He made a small noise of amusement before tossing her left leg over his shoulder. She gasped, gripping the edge of the counter to steady herself. Ray dragged two fingers along her swollen, soaking core. That was the only warning she received before he plunged them into her and curled them.

“Fuck!” Her hips bucked.

“Is this what you wanted?” He spoke clearly, as if he was unaffected by the fact that he was knuckle deep in her.

Her juices spilled out of her and onto said knuckles as he drove his digits into her at an increasing pace. She dropped her head back, lost in the lewd sounds filling the room and the sensation of his fingers sliding against her walls.

“I want more.” She whined.

Ray’s beard tickled the thigh that was slung over his shoulder as he gave it a small kiss. He worked his way up until his lips closed around her clit. Her eyes took a tour of her skull, a hand reaching to thread through his hair.

He continued to drive his index and middle fingers out of her at a steady rhythm. It never let up as his tongue ran circles around and over her sensitive bud, lapping up her fluids. Her stomach clenched, and clenched. Oxygen began to feel scarce as her chest tightened.

“Go ahead.” Ray’s voice was like another caress on top of everything.

And then she let it all out. With a cry she was sure could be heard down the street, she came on his face. Her grip tightened on his hair as she rode out her release, thrusting her hips with each wave of pleasure that slammed into her.

She slumped with the last surge. Ray pulled his fingers out of her, and dipped them into her mouth. Her eyes never left his as she sucked off every remnant there was of her on them. He then raised her from her feet and placed her on the edge of the bartop.

Finally, he began to get rid of the way too many layers of clothing he had on. The grey vest was the first to go, followed shortly by his tie. By the time he unbuttoned his shirt she was basically salivating, which only intensified once she saw what he had been hiding under there all this time. She knew he was fit but goddamn, her imagination didn’t come close.

Ray discarded his pants and boxers in one go, his thick cock standing to attention right beneath his navel. She couldn’t help but reach out to take it into her palm, giving it a few good tugs. He groaned under her touch, and tilted her head up so that their lips could meet again.

She pressed her forehead to his, breaking the kiss to look between their bodies as she lined him up with her entrance. Ray pushed forward inch by inch, hands moving to rest on her hips. The stretch was that perfect balance of pain and pleasure, a delicious burn.

When he finally bottomed out, her ankles crossed behind his hips, locking him there. He might’ve been the epitome of control on the outside, but his breath came out in struggling puffs. It tickled her lips as he deliberately withdrew his length all the way to the tip, and slid back into her once more.

Ray repeated the motion, keeping his thrusts slow and deep. Her toes followed the curve of his backside, fingers pressing into his shoulders with increasing force. She drove her hips forward, matching the tempo he set, eyes still trained on the place where their bodies met.

“Christ, you feel amazing.” He grunted.

She nipped at his bottom lip before swiping her tongue over it, and into his mouth. Her walls began to constrict around him, forcing him to pick up the pace. It wasn’t long before the carefully crafted performance became lost to passion and raw lust.

He drove into her relentlessly, and she fucked him back just as feverishly. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding tight in anticipation of the orgasm she felt mounting. With a few more snaps of his hips she was a writhing, crying mess.

Ray pushed on, gaining speed and extending the trembling that overcame her from head to toe. He dropped his head onto her shoulder, small moans passing his lips as he started to let up. A stagger, and another, and then he was emptying everything he had into her.

His hips bucked and came to a halt, leaving them both panting and heaving. She stroked his hair as she floated back down to earth, her body feeling used in the most satisfying way. It hit her after a few moments of holding him that they really just did that. They had sex in their bosses bar in the middle of the day.

“I should probably,” She pulled back just enough to look at him. “You know, clean all this up.”

“Right.” He smiled, a full one too at that.

They gathered up their clothing, and maneuvered to the back where they arguably ought to have been. She washed up first in the restroom, making sure she looked somewhat presentable though that freshly fucked look was one that only went away with time.

While he got himself together, she made her way back to the front to straighten up and disinfect. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea that they did what they did because now whenever she came to work it would be all she could think about.

“I’ve got to meet up with Mickey, but I can pick you up later.” Ray exited the back looking as sharp as he did when he entered the bar.

“Uh...sure? Okay.” She nodded more than necessary.

“Great,” The bell dinged as he pulled the door. “I make a great Wagyu steak.”

[jimimn]

HI ITS ME WHO'S NOT OVER JJK BLONDE SELFIE AND WILL NEVER BE -💫

HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO <33333333

HONESTLY ITS THE WAY YOH SAY SUCH NICE THINGS AND I DISAPPEAR FOR DAYS ON END BECAUSE INCONSISTENCY BLEEDS INTO EVERY CORNER OF MY LIFE FNEKALKD BUT I'M GETTING DONE WITH MY FIRST LEG OF EXAMS ON MONDAY SO YAY TO THAT!! OKAY I THINK WE'LL MOVE SLOWLY WITH BABY STEPS JUNGKOOK DROPPED SOME SELCAS JIMIN DROPPED SOME SELCAS IN THE WORDS OF THE LEGENDARY JEON JUNGKOOK ALL WE NEED NOW IS "together..BAM!" (THAT'S LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOMENTS EVER THE WAY HE SAYS IT 🤧)

YES IN THIS HOUSE WE SCREAM OVER JIMIN'S DISRESPECT HE IS THE PARAGON OF A MULTI-FACETED MAN THAT HAS US WRAPPED AROUND HIS FINGER. THE AUDACITY 😤

CHANEL X JIMIN LETS MAKE IT HAPPEN AND OMG THAT SELFIE THAT DROPPED?? SIR???? WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?? I MEAN YES BH SAID LET'S DROP SELFIES IN BULK BUT THAT ONE PICTURE OF HIM IN BLACK(GREY? I DONT KNOW FHSKKAJF) WITH THE SHIRTS UNBUTTONED!!! THEM COLLARBONES ARE FREE AND THEY'RE THRIVING IN THE OPEN IN THAT ONE. ALSO HIS LIPS ARE SO PRETTY. OH GOD LITERALLY HE HAS THAT COCKY SMIRK ON HIS FACE WHEN HE KNOWS HE DOES HOT BOY SHIT LIKE SHUT UP OK YOU CANT DO THAT JAIL FOR U NDNSLSKAJJW

SUCH A FUCKING TEASE THATS RIGHT!! EVEN STRAIGHT MEN?? BRO LIKE HOW DO YOU HAVE ALL GENDERS JUST TRIPPING OVER THEMSELVES FOR YOU IT'S INSANE AND OMG MISS SHIVI HAVE YOU SEEN THAT ONE CLIP IN WHICH JIMIN HOLDS HIS GAZE WITH THESE MEN WHO LOOK AT HIM (i think it was bon voyage?) and when they cross each other he JUST SMIRKS AND RUNS HIS HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR LIKE YEAH OK ALEXA PLAY I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT. AND YES I'LL LISTEN TO EVERYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY ANYTIME 💗💗

12PM KST IS THE HOLY HOUR I TELL YOU ALTHOUGH I REMEMBER WAITING THE NIGHT BEFORE BE CAME OUT WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO COME AND BH WAS JUST LIKE "yea...no" OMG THAT'S AWESOME YOUR COUSIN'S VISITING YOU

HHFJDOSO YEAH IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE THEY DID THE JUMP ALTHOUGHHHH I'M POSITIVE THEY'LL DO SMTH COOL LIKE THAT IN THEIR CONCERTS BECAUSE THEIR PERFORMANCE QUALITY IS JUST.. THROUGH THE ROOF IT'S CRAZY!! WHEN THE PERFORM WINGS?? LIKE HOLY SHIT NO CHOREO NO POSITIONS JUST BTS RUNNING AROUND THE STAGE MAKING THE CROWD GO FERAL I LOVE EVERY WINGS PERFORMANCE SO MUCH MY SEROTONIN LEVELS ARE ALWAYS AT A HIGH THEN. OOHH MY GODDD BS&T IS REALLY THAT BITCH!!!! WHO'S DOING IT LIKE HER TODAY NO ONE IS EXACTLY. AND NOOOO I TOTALLY GET IT WE THINK ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH THAT ACCIDENT HAS THE SAME EFFECT ON ME. IF ONLY YOU'D TOLD ME THEN IN 2016 THAT THAT ACCIDENT WAS THE START OF SO MANY I'D BE PREPARED FOR EVERYTHING THAT FOLLOWED (see: him basically stripping himself that one serendipity performance. holy shit.)

FOR REAL THO CHRISTMAS LOVE DROPPED OUT OF NOWHERE AND DO YOU REMEMBER JIMIN SAYINF uUH iM nOt wORkInG oN a SoLo SoNg aT ThE mOmEnT heHe LIKE ALL MEN DO IS LIE OK AT THIS POINT. BYE. YES TAEHYUNG DID WARN US BUT ARMYS (LIKE MYSELF) PUT THEIR CLOWN WIGS ON AND THOUGHT IT WAS KTH1 LMAO. OMG I HOPE YOU DON'T SLEEP THROUGH ANY OF THEIR UPCOMING SONG RELEASES BUT I'M SURE IT'S THE BEST FEELING TO WAKE UP TO CHECK YOUR NOTIFS AND SEE "Big Hit Labels" BECAUSE THAT'S HOW YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE FIREEE. DUDE SERIOUSLY I NEED JIMIN TO GO LIVE AGAIN (although we've been well fed by namjoon for now🤧😌💗) LIKE THAT ONE YT LIVE WHERE HE SAID "O...M...G" SHUT UP STOP BEING SO CUTE I'M DHJSWLIFJWKALS

LMAO OKAY YEAH THAT'S VALID YOUR BLOG THEME IS BASICALLY ✨jimin✨ AND I LOVE THAT IT REALLY GRAVITATED ME AND YOUR URL OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD YOUR BRAINNN 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

YES YES YES JIMIN IS SO PERFECT AND THE SOCK DOODLESSS 😭😭😭 oooo so when did you get into giffing? how did you start? BROOOOO YOUR URL'S ORIGIN STORY. I LOVE IT WOW YES IT'S DEFINITELY GOT THE REQUIRED ✨pazzaz✨

NOOO OMG THIS URL IS YOUR BRAND LIKE YOU'RE A LEGEND ON ARMYBLR I LOVE IT SO MUCH. BUT STILL!! IT'S YOUR CHOICE AT THE END 💖

OMG QUARANTINE DID IT'S ONE GOOD JOB AND GOT YOU INTO BANGTAN YAY. OMG YOU AND MISS LIFEGOESMON ARE FRIENDSS??? LEGENDS INTERACTING THIS IS SO COOL. LMAO THE PARADIGM SHIFT YOU MUST'VE FELT FROM LISTENING TO STAY GOLD (WHICH BTW THE MV...THE LITERAL CUTEST OH GOD THE LITTLE DOG AND JIMIN'S LITTLE SMILES DHSJAOWO) TO THEN GOING TO BST IN WHICH JIMIN IS BASICALLY STRIPPING AND JUNGKOOK IS UPSIDE DOWN LMAOOO. YES BS&T HAS EVERYONE HOOKED THE POWERRRR. YOU FALLING DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE WITH YOUR FRIEND'S ASSISTANCE OH GOD THIS IS SO CUTE 💓 EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM 🥺🥺🥺

AAAAH OKAY MY STORY ISN'T AS INTERESTING AS YOURS IS BUT IN 2016 BASICALLY ALL I KNEW OF KPOP WAS GANGNAM STYLE AND WASNT WILLING TO CUANGE THAT PERCEPTION (FOOL BEHAVIOUR I TELL YOU) AND WAS TOO BUSY OBSESSING OVER ONE DIRECTION'S REUNION AND SO ONE NIGHT (THE NIGHT BEFORE JIMIN'S BIRTHDAY 🤧🤧) I JUST STUMBLED UPON THEIR BS&T TEARS MV AND I HEARD IT AND I WAS LIKE OMG!! THIS IS THAT SUPER ADDICTIVE SONG THAT I'D HEARD SOMEWHERE AND IT JUST SPIRALLED FROM THERE I REMEMBER SEEING JIMIN AND BEING LIKE 👀👀👀👀 WHO IS HE I LIKE HIM AND JUST HIS AURA DREW ME IN SOOO MUCH AND WHEN I WAS GETTING INTO THEM I REMEMBER WRITING THEIR NAMES IN MY NOTES TO SEE IF I COULD REMEMBER 🤧 AND I STILL HAVE THAT NOTE FROM 4+ YEARS AGO 💓 AND YEAH BASICALLY SEEING THEM DO ALL THE MUSIC SHOWS AND STUFF AT THE TIME WAS SO COOOL AND MIND YOU BH DIDN'T HAVE SUBS FOR BANGTAN BOMBS THEN SO WENT ON THESE SKETCHY DAILYMOTION TYPE SITES LOOKING FOR ALL THE CONTENT I COULD CHURN OUT LMAO

AND YES!! COURTESY OF YOU I DID WATCH SOME RUN EPS!! I WATCHED THEIR CANADA ONES SPEAKING OF WHICH I LOOOVE THAT PART WHERE THEY'RE DOING THAT SONG GUESSING THING IN THE MORNING AND JIMIN SAYS "are you cold?" 🥺🥺 TO TAE AND HUGS HIM URRHRHEHSJSJSH AND I ALSO SAW THE ONES WITH THE PUPPIES GODDDDD I LOVE THE PUPPIES ONE SO MUCH LITERALLY JUNGKOOK AND HIS DOG (MIRI?) OH MY GOD THAT LIL FLUFFER AND ADAM IS MY ICON WITH HOW HE JUST DID HIS OWN THING LMAO.

BUT ANYWAY!! DO YOU HAVE A FAVE ERA?? LIKE DO YOU EVER LOOK AT THEM AND GO "Damn I wish I was a fan then" BECAUSE HONESTLY I WISH I HAD STANNED THEM IN THEIR DOPE ERA BUT I DON'T THINK I WOULD HAVE SURVIVED JIMIN THEN DHKSOWID-💫

FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME!!!!!!! ITS OKAY!!!!!!!! I TOTALLY TOTALLY UNDERSTAND!!!!! AND YAYYYYY CONGRATS I HOPE THE FIRST LEG OF EXAMS WENT WELL <333333 AND OH MY GOD you’re gonna make me cry with the together baam goddddddd same one of my fave moments and jimin’s giggles after that 😭😭😭😭 my babies <3 :((((

that..... black suit selca....... that opened button...... like open one more dear sir who’s stopping you... just do it <33333 YEAH he totally needs to shut up with his i know im hot side it just kills me every single time 😭😭😭😭😭

LISTEN THAT BV3 MOMENT  S H O O K  ME OKAY????? THOSE GUYS LOOKED AT HIM AND HE WAS SO FUCKING SMUG ABOUT IT (AND HE SHOULD BE) AND THE WAY HE LICKED HIS LIPS AND RAN HIS HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR????? LIKE HE KNOWS HE HAS EVERY SINGLE PERSON; NO MATTER WHAT GENDER; WRAPPED AROUND HIS LIL PINKY LIKE THAT???????

OH MY GOD ME TOO I LOVEEEEEEEEEEE THE WINGS STAGE AND WATCHING THEM HAVE SO MUCH FUN IS JUST SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND I ALSO ABSOLUTELY LOVVVEEE THEIR ENERGY DURING THE SY TOUR MEDLEY WITH IDOL AND BAEPSAE AND FIRE AND DOPE ZSXDFGFCHGVJBHJN THEY JUST LOSE THEMSELVES IN THE CROWD AND THE MUSIC AND ITS JUST SO FUCKING SURREAL TO WATCH HOW MUCH THEY ENJOY DOING WHAT THEY DO!!!!! kinda makes me want to find that happiness and passion in whatever i do in my professional life <3 and LISTEN jimin said the break the soul commentary THAT HE COULD DO SERENDIPITY SHIRTLESS TOO. THE AUDACITY. HE SAID THAT WITH HIS WHOLE CHEST. 

YOU KNWO WHAT I THINK JIMIN WON’T GIVE US A HINT BEFORE DROPPING PJM1. HE’LL JUST DROP IT ONE FINE DAY OUT OF NOWHERE LIKE HE DROPPED PROMISE AND CHRISTMAS LOVE (i wasn’t here when he dropped promise but i read that on twitter sdfghjkl) AND NO PLS NO I DO N O T WANT TO SLEEP THROUGH JJK1 OR KTH1 OR PJM1 OR KSJ1 OR NAMGI MIXTAPE 3 OR HOBI MIXTAPE 2 OR ANYTHING BASICALLY YOU GET IT i had slept through dynamite cb because i had NO CLUE that they were gonna drop it at 1pm kst rather than 12 am kst. i was under the impression that since they dropped all the teaser pictures and the teaser itself as 12 am kst, the mv will drop at 12 am kst too. and I woke up like two hours after the mv dropped (which was almost noon my time) and i felt like A FUCKING FOOL AND I JUST 😭😭😭😭 NEVER WANT TO FEEL LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN 😭😭😭 

AND YES BABIE NEEDS TO COME LIVE SOON PLS I MISS HIM SO FUCKING MUCH :((((( AND HIS O...M.....G HAD MADE ME FUCKING SOBBBBBBBBBBB his yt live god he looked sooooooo fluffy with his hair and his tiny hands and his puppy eyes and soft voice im just so 😭😭😭😭😭😭

NO NONNONONONO PLEASE IM NO LEGEND DON’T SAY THAT IM EMBARRASSED im just a normal fangirl who makes okayish gifs 😭😭 and ok yes so i started giffing LONNNGGGGGG time back on a different public fan forum from my country but i never knew the right process and stuff so obviously the gifs were shitty lmao BUT ANYWAY i got into gifmaking PROPERLY this in july last year and obviously struggled a lot in the beginning because i didn’t know shit about colouring and stuff lmao but i kept practicing and even though im not perfect rn i do think that i got better. i love giffing tho. its such a nice creative outlet and whenever i gif the boys it brings me so much happiness :( <33

AND YES ASDFGHJKL ME AND HER ARE FRIENDS SINCE A VERY LONG TIME SDFGHJK LIKE LONG BEFORE BOTH OF US GOT INTO BTS SDFGHJ and ah yes the whiplash lmaooooooo and you’re right god the stay gold mv is SO FUCKING PRETTY THE COLOURS IN THAT ENTIRE MV HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AND JIMIN AND TAE AND JOON WITH THE DOGGO JUST EVERYTHING SDFGHJK <3333333 AND BS&T DUDE I GIFFED THE MV YESTERDAY AND IM 💀💀💀💀💀 (like i just giffed jimin from the mv but i did watch the whole thing 5647589 times <333333) AND GUESS WHAT!!!!!! I WAS A LILLY SINGH FAN (IDK IF YOU KNOW HER SHE’S A YOUTUBER) BACK IN 2016 AND PEOPLE BACK THEN HAD REQUESTED HER TO REACT TO BS&T MV AND I HAD WATCHED HER REACTION VIDEO AND (although it didn’t stick with me back then because i was a fucking fool) I DID SOMEHOW REMEMBERED THE JIN AND STATUE KISSING MOMENT AND WHEN IN 2020 I SAW THE MV AND SAW THE KISSING MOMENT MY BRAIN JUST!!!!!!!!!!! I WAS LIKE HOLY SHIT I HAVE SEEN THIS BEFORE SOMEWHERE AND THEN I REMEMBERED I HAD SEEN THIS IN THE REACTION VIDEO LMAOOOOO i wish i hadn’t been a fool and gotten into them back then :((((

AH NO OMG YOUR STORY IS SOOOOOOO CUTEEEEEEEEEE ATLEAST YOU WEREN’T A FOOL LIKE ME TO NOT GET ATTRACTED TO BS&T THE FIRST TIME OF SEEING IT!!!! I WANNA HIT MY 2016 SELF LIKE DAMN YOU YOU FOOLISH ASSHOLE AND yes omg how did y’all do the subs thing damnnnnn i can’t imagine

AND YES THE CANADA RUN EPIS ARE LOOOVVVEEEE and that vmin moment plsssssss i cry everytime 😭😭😭😭😭 it is just so soft and innocent and tae’s little smile after jimin just turns around and hugs him 😔😔😔😔 i love soulmates 😔😔😔😔 AND MIRI YES OMG EVERYONE WAS SO IMPRESSED BY THE LITTLE CUTIE AND THE WAY JUNGKOOK JUST KEPT ADORING HER THROUGHOUT MADE ME SO SO SOFTTTT and bro adam is me. i am like that. lazy and un-motivated AF. although if i were a dog and jin were to be my owner i would listen to him so well and jump on him every chance i’d get 😌😌😌

GOD YES RED HAIR DOPE ERA JIMIN 💀 BABIE BUT MAKE IT SEXY 🥵🥵 AND OMG YESDGFHG MY FAVE ERA IS HYYH. ORANGE HAIRED JIMIN. PLS. HE’S EVERYTHING. I WISH I HAD GOTTEN INTO THEM DURING THAT. LIKE THAT ERA IS ..... SOMEHOW SO FUCKING WILD AND STILL SO ASSURING AND CALMING ????? KEEPS ME ROOTED LIKE IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN DFGHJKL AND WINGS TOO DAMN I WISH I WAS HERE TO LIVE ALL THOSE AMAZING ERAS. but even though i wish i had gotten into them earlier... i think i found them when i needed them the most. I was going through a very difficult time last year and they somehow they made me feel so fucking safe and at home that the connection was instant. honestly i’ve never stanned or felt a connection with any celebrity as strong as the one i feel with bangtan. its like... they don’t know i exist but they still know EXACTLY what im feeling and what to say or do at that time to make me feel comforted. Its weird god but its true :((( SORRY I GOT EMO I JUST LOVE THEM A LOT SDFGHJKL

[mindofharry]

could u maybe write something ab harry and the reader reuniting after taking a break for a while 🥺 just something a lil angsty and fluffy

🥺 pls i hurt my own feelings :( not proof read!!

send feedback pls!!

it had been a year since y/n and harry had parted ways. it was a surprise to most. friends and fans mostly. the family had known that something was up, but they could never quite pinpoint what. the relationship wasn’t really going anywhere. harry was touring and y/n had work. and god did they try. they tried so hard. they were in love at the some point, maybe even still deep down.

harry had suggested the break. and although, they both knew it was coming, it didn’t hurt any less.

y/n was distraught. after she collected the last think out of their shared apartment, she knew she should’ve begged and cried more. but she didn’t. and harry, of course he was upset, but this time apart really did him good. he wrote amazing songs and experienced stuff he would’ve never experienced if they were still together.

y/n ended hitting her breaking point. she saw harry and how happy he was. he did suggest the break, she thought to herself. she obviously knew how hard it was for both of them. and he was probably still upset. but she just didn’t get how he moved on in a couple of months and why couldn’t she? why did she still have hope that he would call, when she knew he wouldn’t. she knew the break was a break up. she could tell. she’s been through it once before, she’s seen it happen to friends and family members. they don’t get back together. and y/n just needs to make piece with that.

and somehow she did. she went back to college in september, to become a teacher. it was a dream of hers since she was child, but it kind of got pushed to the side when she met harry. she met loads of people when her and bestfriend did a week trip to paris. she cut her hair. she got a tattoo. she did everything to forget. she smoked, she drank, she laughed, she cried. but nothing could help her forget harry. her love. her only love.

harry and y/n met in school and were best friends all through the years — until harry went to x factor. they stopped talked for 2 years, before reconnecting at a party, in 2013. immediately they fell in love. she was at every awards show, every event, every family dinner, every boys night. she was there for him with the band went on hiatus, when he released his album, when he made a movie. she was there through it all. it started to fall apart when harry went on tour. they didn’t call as much. or when they did they didn’t finish with i love you. and they fought. they fought a lot.

“i’m not being selfish harry!” y/n exclaimed standing up from her spot on the sofa. “i sit here all day, everyday, waiting for you to come home. waiting for an i love you. so please excuse me for wanting you to myself for a little longer!” y/n cried.

they fought over mostly the same things, harry never there, y/n being clingy. that was it. y/n was never clingy, she just cared a lot. she loved him so much. and harry was there, just not as much as she’d like.

a year later, while y/n was in the bath, her phone dinged. she had been really detached from her phone recently. she deleted all social media when they went on a break, only using her phone to text and call. most people just called her house phone, so she was surprised when she got a text.

harry:

hi! wondering if we could meet up at our coffee place tomorrow? need to talk x H

y/n’s heart was beating so fast. not in a bad way though. she truly missed harry and couldn’t wait to see him, even if it ended in a fight, at least she got one last look.

y/n:

sure! i’ll meet you at 12!! see you soon x :D

she smiled to herself reading over the texts before putting her phone down and continuing her bath.

everything would be ok.

soon enough, the morning came and y/n was forced out of bed by her new puppy, harley. she loved him dearly, so she felt a little refreshed every morning bringing him outside. she always woke up with a smile with him in the house. she had got him, because she was very lonely, when summer approached — and god, harley really was an angel. y/n could finally fall asleep without anxiety.

“i’m gonna see harry today, bubba” she pouted looking down at her puppy. the puppy practically smiled at her sticking his tongue out. “hopefully you’ll meet him soon, pup” she smiled petting his head before going to the shower.

once she had done all her hygiene and gotten dressed, she grabbed an apple and made her way to the back garden with a book. she could relax for a couple more hours, before she had to meet harry. she really needed to calm down. she was making herself very paranoid.

after calming herself down, she checked the time at saw it was 11:30. y/n never liked being late, so she kissed her dog good bye before going to her car. she played some aretha franklin on the way to their coffee place. it soothed her a bit.

when she reached the coffee place she spotted harry’s car already there.

“you can do this, baby. come on” she said to herself before patting her face and getting out of her car.

y/n didn’t know what was going to happen. she was just thankful that he was giving her the time of day. she missed him a lot. but they definitely needed they break, she learned that the hard way.

“y/n!” she heard the voice coming from behind her. there he stood, tall and in black shorts. he looked like he just came back from the gym. he wasn’t sweaty though, which was good.

“harry” y/n smiled walking over to him. they weren’t awkward at all, immediately hugging eachother and harry kissing y/n on the cheek. “you look great” harry said looking at her hair. y/n rolled her eyes “look at you! gym boy” she teased and harry rolled his eyes in return.

“i saved us a spot”

the whole experience was really good for them. it was positive and they closure they both needed. they talked about music and clothes and drugs and paris and everything. it was like they were best friends again. everything just fit. it was like a puzzle, and they were the missing pieces.

“i- look, i think the break did us a lot of good. we’ve both grown - in a good way. and we’re both happier. we said we’d give it a year” harry said the inevitable. they were good together, the loved eachother an imense amount.

y/n sighed and looked up to harry “i’m willing to try again, if you are”

harry smirked leaning a crossing the table “oh yeah. i’m never letting you go again, baby”

[killmygoldenn]

Louies tag game!

thank you so much @halo-the-brave (and someone else did too I'm sorry I can't remember😭) for tagging me to do this! I had been waiting for someone to tag me lmao

1. When did you become a Louie?

2018-ish I think? I mean I had been a fan of the boys from 2017 but Louis specifically maybe 2018.

2. One thing that drew you in specifically?

It was probably how caring he is. He not only makes people laugh with his silliness but also would be down to help anyone in need. His sarcasm and sassy nature was something I loved from the beginning and of course, his beautiful voice.

3. Why did you become a Louie?

Well at first, don't kill me please, I didn't like Louis like..at all. Yeah...call me a hypocrite I don't ever want to look back on those days. The more I got to know about him, about how much he had struggled and how freaking brave he is, I reply couldn't help it. I think I became a fan of Louis around the drop of back to you and then I went back to hear just hold on and get to know the story behind the song and was in awe to see this incredibly strong, beautiful talented person not get enough love and support that he truly deserved.

4. Who would you want Louis to collab with?

Honestly I'll be down for ANYTHING that's Louis and Indie. A Louis and Artic Monkeys collab would be a dream come true. Even Louis and The Killers. Just like you mentioned as unlikely as it seems, I really want to see Louis and Liam Gallagher sing together. He would be so happy.

5. Favorite song on Walls?

Only The Brave is on top of the list but then there is also Walls and Defenceless.

6. Favorite hairstyle?

Peaky blinders!! But also the 2015 long fringe omgg 🥺😘

7. Back To You, Just Hold On or Miss You?

As much as I love all of them, Miss You is just God tier.

8. Louis in suits or sweaters?

Both. Both is good. But bro Louis is suits is just like😳🥺😭 you know what I mean (AFAGSHSJ LOOK AT HIM)

9. Favorite tattoo?

The Compass!! It pointing towards home just makes it more special to me🥺

10. Favorite Louis photo (currently)?

Recently lmao it HAS to be this one omg LOOK AT HIM!!! POP PUNK KING PLS GIVE US LT2 afagshsj he looks so GOOD I need more Louis and guitar content during tour (also kissy ankles we missed you🥺😘)

11. Random extra?

Gosh, I just can't explain how much I love him and how much happiness he brings to my life. He is really the bravest, strongest and one of the most down to earth people I'd even know. It is so funny how I'd give up EVERYTHING to just be his best friend. Sometimes it's so overwhelming how much I love him. I love his relationship with his fans where he supports us just as much as we support him. I genuinely can't explain the way it's almost like I love him in every form of the word love. I don't blame anyone who falls in love with him because bitch same. afagahsjs I could go on for days about this. If I'd ever meet him I'd just hug him and thank him for being such a beautiful person on the inside and outside. Thank you for being the actual sunshine in my life. ( I've practiced this countless times in my room lol)

here's a soft sunshine louis because i love him

Most of the people I know already did this so uhm I'll tag: @infinitelyxlarry, @vinylmendes, @defenceless-louie, @rahashirley and @theelectronicbrain!

[thiswasinevitableid]

indruck volcano pls?

Here you go! I based Indrid’s mer-design on a Chinook Salmon.

Duck’s search history is getting weird. 

In his defense, the last few weeks have been pretty damn weird. 

It started two weeks ago, when he was checking tree specimens along the river. One minute he was engrossed in his work, birds chirping and the sky blue above him. The next the hair on the back of his neck was straight up, and he was positive someone, or something, was watching him.

Gradually, the feeling subsided, and he chalked it up to random case of the heebie-jeebies. 

Except, two days later, it happened again. And then again the day after that. Each time he looked around, kept his ears on high-alert, and came up with nothing. The fourth time it happened, he got a glimpse of the back and tail of something human-sized and pinkish-red disappearing beneath the water. 

He knows his wildlife well, but he’d never seen anything like that. That night, he sat down at his computer for research. 

River fish of the pacific northwest?

Biggest species of freshwater fish in pacific northwest?

Are there pink sturgeon?

Pink fish near Mt. Saint Helen's?

How to report illegal, exotic pet selling ring?

The next day, he was leading a tour around the river walk, when something pink-red caught his attention. He kept one eye on it as he spoke, noticed it disappeared under the surface whenever anyone else turned to look it’s way. Towards the end of the tour, he glanced over to find, instead of reddish scales, red eyes watching him from a definitely human face. It blinks, then ducks beneath the current. 

Mermaid sightings in Washington?

Animals commonly mistaken for mermaids?

Are mermaids real?

Proof of mermaids other than that freaking discovery channel mockumentary?

Two days later, he’d been bending over the embankment to see if that was a native turtle or a released pet in the water when his hat dropped of his head and into the water, rushing away before he had a chance to go in after it. It was, as his friend Aubrey would put it, a bummer. That hat had pins from all the parks he’d been too, and the first nametag he was ever given as an official member of the park service. 

Just before his rounds took him away from the river, he spotted something on a rock at the edge of the water.

His hat.

He was about to thank his luck that it got caught on the stone when he noticed that it had clearly been placed there, and that there wasn’t a speck of mud or dead leaves on it. And whoever put it there had thoughtfully weighed it down with several colorful rocks. 

And there were no recent footprints on the shore save for his own. 

“Uh, thanks?” He called out over the water, feeling sillier by the second. No response came. 

He turned, headed up the bank, and swore he heard over the burble, “You are welcome.”

Can mermaids talk?

Are mermaids friendly?

Which brings him to now, several days later, as he’s back in the same patch of water, trying to fish out the turtles that were, indeed, someone’s non-native pet that had been turned loose. 

“You are going to lose your hat again.”

“FUCK!” He stumbles back, landing on his ass in the shallow water. Across from him, peering around a rock, the man who definitely has a fishtail, looks concerned

“Oh dear, in most futures you did not fall.”

“You’re a fuckin’ mermaid. I ain’t crazy! Wait, futures?”

“I can see the future. And no, that is not a thing all merfolk can do, since you were about to ask.”

“I...how...god what the fuck is goin’ on?” His pants are taking on water at an alarming rate, but that is the least of his worries. 

“I am introducing myself to you. I thought that was a custom merfolk and humans had in common?”

“It, uh, it is, but, uh, see, most humans don’t expect to ever meet a merperson on account of we assume you ain’t real.”

The merman sighs, “I know. And those who do see us are often frightened. Or try to capture us for money.” Cautiously, he swims away from the rock and over to Duck, stopping a few feet away, water shallow enough that he can keep his arms resting on the pebbly sand and tail flicking drops of water into the air, “but you are not one such human. Which is why I wanted to know you.”

“You, uh, you wanna know me because I don’t seem like I’m gonna sell you off to a sideshow?”

“Among other things. I have been the steward of this portion of river for years, seen many tend to these woods. You have such an air of caring to you when you work, and such competence, it is fascinating to watch. Also I enjoy that you sometimes speak to the trees.”

“I just want ‘em to know they’re grownin’ well.” Duck mumbles, blushing. 

“It is charming. If it is alright, I would like to continue watching you when you work. Perhaps I could even talk to you while you do, if it is only you and I around?”

“Uh, sure?” Duck shrugs, “can’t promise sparklin conversation, but I ain’t opposed to the company. Might learn more about trees than you ever care to know.”

“Splendid!” The merman claps his hands together, “some day, in return, you can come swim with me and you can learn more about fish and current than you care to know.”

His enthusiasm skips across the water and Duck catches it.

“You got a deal. Name’s Duck, by the way.”

The merman grins, teeth sharper than Duck expects, “It is nice to meet you Duck. I am Indrid.”

Mermaids carnivorous?

Should you offer to share your lunch with a mermaid?

Indrid, true to his word, appears now and then over the next few days. Sometimes, if the trails or river are busy, Duck will just see flashes of tail, or a flicker of a face peeking around a rock. 

Other times Indrid will float on his back or even climb up onto a rock to watch him work. He asks Duck questions about birds, and trees, the various behaviors of humans that confound him. Duck, in turn, asks him about his life in the river, about the layout of merfolk up and down this part of the state. 

Some days, Indrid is nowhere to be seen. But on those days, Duck will spot pictures drawn into the mud or sand of the riverbank, as high up as Indrid was able to manage. Sometimes, it’s as simple as a drawing of a merperson waving. Others it tells Duck where to spot a rare salamander or songbird. Once or twice, it’s reminder of something Duck needs to do that day after work, something he meant to write down but didn’t and is glad for the reminder of. He assumes Indrid must use his future sight for those. 

On the days when it’s only messages in the sand, he’s always sure to leave a happy face (or the words “thank you” once he teaches Indrid how to recognize it).

It’s been three days of sand messages, the longest stretch yet (Duck misses him, keeps hoping he’ll turn and see that toothy smile) when Indrid finally appears and asks, “would you like to swim with me tonight?”

Given that it’s pushing a  hundred degrees (the kind of day that makes him feel as though the mountain will erupt at any moment) and he’s fairly certain Indrid either can’t or won’t eat him, Duck says yes. 

When his shift is over, he heads down to their agreed meeting space, an inlet that’s off limits to the public and has a calm current. 

“I assume you wear those because otherwise the water is too cold for you?” He points at Duck’s swimtrunks, the spare pair he keeps in the car.

“Kinda. Mostly to, uh, preserve our modesty.”

“Ah.” Indrid says with the tone and nod that Duck knows means, “I understand but think it is a bit silly.”

As soon as he’s up to his chest in the water, Indrid is swimming around him, talking animatedly and brushing his body along Duck’s back. Duck shivers at the contact, tells himself it’s from the unfamiliar, cool scales. 

Their conversation turns to Indrid’s younger years, and he admits to harassing a flock of college students who were tubing and kept chucking their beer cans into the water.”

“How’d you get ‘em to stop?”

“My tail is rather strong, so I got it under their tubes and just-” he flicks his tail out of the water with a huge splash, the bulk of which hits Duck. 

“Ackhey!” He splutters, giggling. 

“ApologiesAH!” Indrid shakes his head in surprise when Duck splashes him back. The human gets another wave directed at him by Indrid’s tail, and when his vision clears the merman is gone. 

“Uh oh.” He says just as Indrid pops out of the water in front of him, drenching him as he does. The tail sneaks behind his legs and knocks them out from beneath him. But before he goes under, willowy arms grab him. 

“I win.” Indrid grins.

“Guhhuh.” He flails a bit, trying to right himself, and his hand slides up Indrid’s tail. 

“Mmmmmm.” Indrid sighs as he helps him up, “that feels nice.”

“Is it, uh, can I do it again? It’s kinda cool, never felt anythin’ quite like it.”

“Of course.” Indrid rests his head on Duck’s shoulder as the human runs his hand up and down his tail, noting the dark flecks in the red.

“It been the same color all these years, or does it change?”

“That’s a fascinating question….”

They talk until the sun goes down, resting against each other all the while. 

Merman tail sexual thing?

Can a human fall in love with a merman?

Can a merman love a human?

Merman porn?

Two days later, Duck is just starting his rounds by the river when Indrid emerges, eyes frantic. 

“Duck, Duck, the volcano-”

“Oh fuck me, is it-”

“No, it is not erupting again, but, but there will be an earthquake on account of it’s seismic activity. You need to clear the visitor center, the roof is going to come down and it will kill twenty five people. You have fifteen minutes. 

Duck runs, is winded by the time he reaches the center, and no matter how he tries, his coworkers will not listen to him (he wishes Juno was working today, he might be able to tell her the whole truth).

Out of ideas and time, he pulls the fire alarm. 

The center evacuates in a hurry, and just as his boss is about to ask what the hell he’s doing, the ground shudders once beneath them. Then again, more violently, thirty seconds and an eternity all once of cracking and shaking and shouts of alarm. 

The visitor center is ruins. 

But everybody is alive. 

-------------------------------------

Duck rolls his pants up, wading a little ways into the water as he chucks stones into it

“You did it.” Indrid surfaces, swimming over to float off to his left.

“Yeah. Guess I did. Got two days suspension for pullin’ the fire alarm though.”

“I am sorry.”

“Ain’t the end of the world. Uh, are there any more of those comin’?”

Indrid thinks for a moment, “No, none so severe in the forseeable future.”

“And the volcano?” He steps into deeper water.

“Still not erupting any time soon.”

“Can, uh, can I ask you the odds of one more thing?”

“Of course.”

“Uh, what, what are the chances of you and I kissin’?”

Indrid swims the few feet between them, looping his arms around Duck’s shoulders and planting a single, cool kiss on his lips. 

“Indrid.” Duck whispers, ready to wade in over his head just for another kiss, knowing for certain Indrid would never ask him to.

“Before you ask: yes, my sweet, I do see many more of those in our future.”

[soobiniebaby]

Angels &  Devils Part II: Someone Say What’s Going On

Tomorrow x Together Fanfiction

~ p a r t s : main post || prologue || part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || part 10 || part 11 || part 12 || part 13 || part 14 || part 15 || part 16 || part 17 ~ p a i r i n g : love triangle involving choi soobin and choi yeonjun ~ g e n r e : high school au | some social media au | some fluff & angst | childhood friends | love triangle ~ l a n g u a g e : English ~ w a r n i n g : contains swearing, alcohol, kissing (?) and may contain mature themes (angst, etc.) ~ a / n : This will be my first fanfic (go easy on me pls) and i’m just writing this as I go along, so bear with me juseyo The setting (place/country) of the story is up to the reader’s interpretation ~ s u m m a r y : What should she choose? Han Baby: the new girl with a troubled past MO Academy: her new high school Choi Soobin: student council president, member of the Ecosave club, volunteer at the Humane Treatment of Animals, member of the Honor Society, a vocalist in the Jazzed club, the school’s all around golden boy Choi Yeonjun: leader of the Dance club, star of the Jazzed club, the school’s it boy with a bad rep 5 best friends, 1 new girl, 1 childhood friendship, 1 epic love triangle? What will this school year bring?

She had been trying hard to ignore the onslaught of messages from Kai, but the last ones he sent got her laughing quietly to herself. It was her 3rd period of the day, Science, and it was the first and only period on her schedule that she didn’t share with Kai or any of his friends. She wasn’t too nervous though, she knew how to handle herself well in most social situations.

She had her phone hidden under her desk, and she was about to give in and respond to Kai’s messages when she heard someone from her left.

“Pst. Hey.”

She looks up and sees a girl smiling at her. She had shoulder length hair and a confident smile on her face. “Um, sorry if that was rude. You’re the new girl, right?” the girl asks. She nods in response.

“It’s fine, yeah, I guess I’ll be living with that title for a bit. You can call me B, though.” B says, flashing a smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, B. I’m Ryujin.” the girl says. She gestures over to another girl beside her. “This is Yuna.” the other girl, Yuna waves at B. “Hey there.” Yuna had long blonde hair and a bubbly air about her.

B waves back with a smile. “Hey, nice to meet you. How long have you 2 been studying here?”

“We’ve been here since freshman year. It’s a great school, I’m sure you’ll love it here.” Yuna says.

“How’s your first day going so far? Did you get the welcoming committee treatment?” Ryujin asks. “All new students get a short tour on their first day by representatives from the student council.”

B shrugs. “So far so good, yeah I was welcomed this morning before first period. It’s a great campus, I’m happy to be here.” she responds, trying to keep her voice low. The teacher wasn’t paying strict attention to the class since it was only the first day and he was just giving an introduction to their subject for the term.

“So, which of the legendary council members gave you the tour? Was it Beomgyu?” Ryujin mused. “Nah, Beomgyu doesn’t usually like dealing with council stuff. I bet it was Taehyun, he’s always down for official council business.”

“The legendary council members?” B asks, laughing a bit. “Actually, it was the 5 of them. Soobin the president, Taehyun the VP, Yeonjun the secretary, Beomgyu the treasurer, and Kai the public relations officer..” B started trailing off slowly when she noticed the odd looks on Ryujin and Yuna’s faces. “What?”

“So you’re telling me that the entirety of TXT gave you the campus tour?” Ryujin asks.

“TXT?” B asks. There goes that term again.

“Yeah, that’s what everyone calls the 5 members of the student council. They were all there this morning for the tour?”

“Entirety of TXT…yes? But it’s no big deal. Ningni–I mean Kai, is my childhood friend so I asked him to help me sort of get settled into the school since I know he goes here, but I didn’t know he was in the student council and everything? It’s no big deal though.” B says defensively, but she can see by the way Yuna’s eyes widened and Ryujin shook her head that somehow, she was wrong.

“You’re close friends with Kai?” Yuna asks.

B nods. “Yeah, I asked Kai to help me get settled in since I knew he was a student here, so I guess he was just doing me a favor?” she says defensively, but Ryujin just shakes her head again.

“Oh sweetie, you have no idea. Not once in the history of MOA has all 5 members of the legendary student council given a single new student a tour.” Ryujin says.

“Ah well, Kai’s my friend so I guess he was just doing me a favor. Really, I don’t think it’s such a big deal.” B says defensively.

“So how are you close friends with Kai?” Yuna asks, focused on the topic of Kai.

“We were best friends back in elementary school, practically inseparable, until we were finally separated when my family had to move away.” B explains. “Since then, I’ve only seen him a few times each year to catch up when we could, but since I got the chance to transfer schools, I ended up choosing the one he happens to go to now.”

“Oh wow, so you 2 grew up together.” Yuna says. “What was he like when he was younger?”

“Kai? He was gross.” B says, wrinkling her nose. “I mean, we were kids. He was a silly boy, always pulling pranks, always teased me and annoyed the hell out of me, but he was the sweetest boy I knew and the best friend I had.” she says, a fond smile on her face.

“Oh wow, I can only imagine. He sounds like he was an amazing kid. Is there any history between you two? Have you ever…dated?” Yuna asks, an intense look on her face.

Ryujin swats Yuna’s shoulder. “Yuna, come on. Can you please shut up about Kai.” she says teasingly. It was only then when B realized that Yuna probably had a crush on Kai.

“Oh, don’t worry, no romantic history between him and I at all. And there never will be.” B says. “I mean I had a crush on him at first when we were kids, but ew god, I can’t see him as anything other than a brother now.”

Yuna raises a brow. “Oh, you had a crush on him? Are you sure you don’t have any feelings for him now?” she asks. B was amazed at how straightforward this girl was, somehow she admired her for it.

B shakes her head. “Positive. None at all.”

“Well now that that’s been settled,” Ryujin says, wanting to steer the conversation away from Kai, “what do you think of his friends then?”

“You mean the other council members? What about them?” B asks.

“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, they’re practically legends at this school. And with good reason.” Ryujin explains. “MO Academy has never had a group of guys as talented, smart, charismatic, and attractive as them around. Especially not all in one group, and especially not in the student council. They’re legendary.”

Yuna nods. “TXT are like the gods of MOA.”

“What exactly is TXT?” B asks. “The guys mentioned it during the tour, but when I asked them they didn’t really know either.”

“It’s a nickname that people started calling them. I’m actually not sure who started it or what it means exactly, I think it means Tall and Tasty, cause they all are.” Yuna says, laughing. “But I think it means different things to different people, depending on who you ask.”

“Tall and Tasty?” B says, amused. “I mean, they are all practically giants.”

“They’re all pretty tasty, too! I mean, you’ve seen them. You spent the whole morning with them. You should know.” Yuna says teasingly.

“I mean, they’re all pretty friendly and nice.” B says. “But I don’t really know them yet, so I really can’t judge.”

“Well if you must know, they’re all pretty much legendary in their own ways.” Yuna says. “First there’s the youngest member, Kai.”

“I already know about him. I grew up with him.” B says, but Yuna interjects.

“Yes, but do you know what he’s like now?” Yuna begins, “He’s dreamy, he’s charming, he’s cheeky, he’s-”

“Yeah yeah, let’s just say Kai is like the human version of Dopamine.” Ryujin interrupts, wanting to keep it short and straightforward.

Yuna nods. “He’s like a ray of sunshine, he’s energetic and he makes everyone feel warm and fuzzy. Not to mention talented, he’s the president of the Art club, he’s part of the instrumental team for Jazzed, and he’s the student council’s public relations officer, so he’s an all-around friendly person.”

“Wait, he’s part of the instrumental team for what now?” B asks. “I mean, I know he’s musically inclined, but I didn’t know if he was still like practicing it.”

“Jazzed, it’s our music club but there’s a lot more to it than music. They’re like an entire production crew or something, you’ll learn all about it on Club Recruitment Day.” Ryujin says dismissively. “Oh Yuna, you forgot to mention that Kai plays basketball.”

Yuna laughs. “How could I forget? He looks adorable in his jersey. Soobin and Yeonjun don’t look half bad either.”

“Wow, I didn’t know he was into sports.” B says, amused. “Do they all play basketball?”

“Nah, it’s just the 3, but Beomgyu and Taehyun definitely aren’t lacking in the extracurriculars either. They’ve all got different things going for them.”

“Different things?” B asks.

“Yeah, take Taehyun for example. While Kai is bright and energetic, Taehyun shines as well, but in a different way. He’s a scholar, so his grades are always topnotch, and he’s always been in the school’s Honors society. He excels at everything he does, such as singing and dancing. He has the best vocals in Jazzed club. He’s the president of the debate club, leading our school into regional championships since he started. Plus, he’s the student council vice president despite being just a sophomore, and he’s set to take over once Soobin graduates. Kang Taehyun is pretty much perfect, honestly.” Yuna enumerates.

Ryujin smirks. “Pretty much, except he’s just too perfect. No one can match him. He’s too focused on succeeding that he hasn’t really showed interest in dating anyone, or rather no one has succeeded in dating him anyway.”

“What do you mean no one’s succeeded?” B asks.

“Well, he has his fair share of admirers, and don’t get me wrong he’s very nice and charismatic, but it’s like he’s too nice? He’ll never flirt, he’ll never show interest. When girls talk to him, you can just feel that he’s not interested, even though he’s really polite.” Yuna explains. “He’s intense, but really nice. He’s like…a King. King Taehyun.”

“In contrast, Beomgyu is more laidback, less intense.” Ryujin begins. “He’s more into anything that has to do with cameras, like film and photography. He’s the best photographer and videographer on campus. He’s also the editor and chief of the school paper, but he isn’t uptight about how he runs it cause they say he’s more like a supportive mentor than a strict manager, but he’s a big perfectionist so despite his carefree style of handling things, he somehow manages to ensure flawless outputs in everything he does. He may be part of the student council, but he feels more like an average student compared to the rest of them, like he can make anyone feel like they’re his friend.”

Yuna nods. “Mhm, yeah, very well said for someone who used to date him.”

B’s eyes widened. “Wow, you and Beomgyu used to date? When? What happened?” she asks, surprised.

Ryujin chuckles at B’s reaction. “We went out last year while I was a freshman. He was assigned to give me my welcoming committee campus tour and we became friends for a bit before we started going out. It didn’t work out between us, and we only dated for a couple of months, but we’re still on pretty good terms now. No hard feelings or anything” she explains.

“You guys were really cute together.” Yuna says in awe. “I mean, you still are. You’ve still got great chemistry, even as post-break up friends, but you 2 were so sweet together. Remember when he played you that song last Valentine’s Day? That was the most adorable thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

“Oh wow, that sounds like something a girl could only dream of.” B sighs. “Wait, Beomgyu can sing too?”

Yuna nods. “Yes, and he can play the guitar like a pro.” she says dreamily. “If I were Ryujin, I would’ve melted on the spot.”

“I don’t melt. You’re just too much of a softy.” Ryujin scoffs. “And yeah, he’s pretty good at playing the guitar. His voice isn’t bad either. He’s part of the Jazzed club as well. Now that I think about it, all 5 members of the student council are in Jazzed.”

“What, they’re all musically inclined?” B asks, amazed.

Yuna nods. “Kai knows the most about instruments, Taehyun’s vocals are heavenly, Beomgyu plays the guitar like a pro, Soobin composes songs like a genius, and Yeonjun was just born to be the star.”

B nods, taking it all in, until she says, “Wait, Yeonjun? Born to be the star? The star of what?”

“Of, well, everything I guess?” Ryujin answers. “He writes songs and everyone says he can sing though no one’s really heard him sing before. And not only is he musically inclined, he’s the president of the dance club too, and he dances like he was born to do it.”

Yuna nods. “I mean, Kai’s amazing, but when Yeonjun dances, I can’t keep my eyes off of him.” she admits. “Not to mention he’s the captain of the basketball team. He dominates the court every time. You’d think Kai or Soobin would do better cause of their height, but Yeonjun’s got skills.”

“Yeonjun sounds amazing.” B says in awe. These boys were starting to sound more legendary by the minute.

Ryujin scoffs. “I mean, he’s great and all, but he’s…complicated.”

B raises a brow. “Complicated? How?”

“Well let’s just say that he’s got a lot of history, with a lot of people.” Yuna begins. “He’s hot and cold, one minute he’s on fire and the next he’s the ice king. First he’ll treat you like you’re the sun and the stars in his world then out of nowhere he becomes this black hole and you’re gone. Just like that.” She snaps her fingers. “I mean, I haven’t had any firsthand experience with him, but our friend Yeji was obsessed with him last year. They only went out a couple of times, but she was crushed.”

Ryujin shook her head with pity. “And despite his record, girls still fall at his feet. Every girl wants to believe that they can be ‘the one,’ I guess.”

“Oh god, no thanks. I was never into bad boys, anyway.” B says, laughing.

“No, don’t get us wrong, he’s not a bad boy. He’s actually a really nice, cool guy. He’s just complicated, is all.” Yuna clarifies.

Ryujin nods “And it’s not just his dating history that’s complicated. That guy’s life hasn’t been very easy on him, either. He even got suspended last year, so it’s a miracle that they let him in the student council again this year.”

B’s interest was immediately heightened. She’d been curious about it ever since Beomgyu let it slip during the tour. “He was suspended last year? What for?” she asks casually.

Yuna shrugs. “That’s the thing, no one really knows. No one ever mentions it out loud. He suddenly stopped coming into school in the middle of our final term. It was weird cause at the time he was already the student council secretary, and although his father pulls him out of school on some days, he was already set to graduate. It was supposed to be his final term at the school, but he just stopped coming to school altogether. And no one really knew why, the council members and everyone on the school board kept very hush about it, as if he never existed. Everyone assumed that his father had finally enlisted him to take over the family business, or that he had suddenly moved away or something, so it was a shock to everyone when his named appeared on the list of student council members again this year.” She explains. “I mean, sure he has to repeat his senior year and everything, but its’s a bit of a surprise that he’s still on the council despite getting suspended during his supposedly final term.”

“That does sound very strange.” B says. Hearing more about it only filled her head with more questions. She also felt sorry for him, as she remembered how bad her last term at her last school was for her as well. “Oh, you mentioned something about his father and the family business? What’s that about?”

“Oh, his father is the CEO of YJ Choi Corporation. His family owns it.” Ryujin pipes in. “You may think that all the students at this school are pretty rich, apart from the handful of scholars of course, but his family is filthy rich. Loaded. And he’s next in line as CEO, so his father sometimes pulls him out of school to do business stuff.”

B lets out a breath. “Oh wow. He does sound complicated.” she says, taking in all the new information. “He sounds very different from how you described the other boys.”

“Well, let’s just say they’re a very diverse group of boys with a very interesting group dynamic.” Ryujin says, chuckling.

“Oh, we haven’t even mentioned Mr. President, Choi Soobin himself.” Yuna squeals. “Now, he’s just absolutely–” she began, but was interrupted when the bell rang.

“Alright students, hope our first day of class was productive for you. I have clearly outlined our syllabus for the term, so I expect some reading to be done in advance. Biology is fun! See you all tomorrow.” their teacher says as he dismisses the class.

“Class is over already? Wow, the period just flew by. Is it really lunch time already?” Ryujin asks.

B shrugs and checks her phone for the time. Only then does she see the number of texts from Kai.

“Hey B, you wanna have lunch with us? We haven’t even mentioned Soobin yet! I’m sure our other friends wouldn’t mind having you with us either.” Yuna asks her excitedly.

“Actually, Kai and his friends already offered to have lunch with me. He’s actually waiting for me outside.” B says apologetically.

Yuna’s eyes widen. “Oh my god, he’s outside our room?? Right now?” she squeals. “Can I walk you out of the room? Maybe you can introduce us.” Yuna asks, her eyes sparkling.

B laughs. “Yeah, sure, let’s go.” she says, collecting her things. As she walks out the door with Ryujin and Yuna by her side, she sees Kai standing across the hall, leaning against some lockers. He stands up straight as he sees the girls walk out.

“Baba! Why weren’t you answering my texts?” he asks, pouting a bit.

“Sorry, I got caught up in something with my seatmates.” she says, laughing. “Ningning, these are my seatmates, Yuna,” she says, gesturing to Yuna, who gives Kai a bright smile and a friendly wave which Kai reciprocates, “and this is–”

“Ryujin! Hey.” Kai says, surprised. “Haven’t seen you around in a while.” he says a bit awkwardly.

B was about to ask him how he knew her, until she remembered her history with Beomgyu.

“Right back at ya.” Ryujin says, laughing slightly. “Well, Yuna and I have to go meet up with the girls. Say hi to Gyu for me.” she says, tugging at Yuna’s arm and giving B a smile before heading down the hall.

B turns to face Kai, her eyebrow raised. “I think you have a lot of explaining to do.” she says.

“What do you mean?” Kai asks, laughing nervously.

“I’ll fill you in on the way to lunch. Let’s go.” B says, hooking Kai’s arm with hers as she starts to walk down the hall.

“Um, Baba?” Kai says, trying to pull B in his direction. “Lunch is this way.” he says.

B lets out a huff, turns around, and pulls Kai in the other direction. “Okay, so here’s what I know so far…”

•°•

“So is it true?” B asks after relaying everything to Kai.

“Is what true?” he asks, his arm still hooked in hers as he leads her past the quadrangle and into the grassy school grounds.

“Um, everything? Beomgyu and Ryujin’s history, Taehyun being a scholar, Yeonjun being suspended last year?” she says in return. “Plus, where the hell are we going? Wasn’t the cafeteria the other way?”

Kai smiles. “Yeah, I guess you can say there’s some truth to it all. And yeah, I know where the cafeteria is, but that’s not where we’re going.”

“Just some truth? What do you mean?” she asks. “And if we’re not going to the cafeteria, then where are we going?” she asks again, exasperated. She hated walking, and it felt like they’ve been walking for an hour even though it had only been 5 minutes.

Kai abruptly stops walking then, startling B as she walks into his chest. “Oof, what–” she starts, but Kai looks at her intently then, which shut her up. She hadn’t seen him look this serious since they were kids.

“Look, people talk. Everyone has a lot of things to say, you will hear many things about me and everyone else in the council. Some of these things may be true, but some of them might be complete bullshit. I’ll tell you everything you need to know later, but right now, I need you to set your curiosity aside and just enjoy having lunch with us.” he says softly. “I know you’re curious, I know how stubborn you can be, I know you’re probably dying to know everything. Trust me, I know you.” he says, laughing a bit when she pouted at him. “But right now I just need you to behave, enjoy my company, and try not to act like a lunatic. Can you do that for me?”

B nods. “You know I would never embarrass you, if that’s what you mean.” she huffs. “I promise to keep my mouth shut in front of your friends” she says. “Now will you tell me where the hell we’re having lunch?”

Kai grins. “Thanks, Baba. You’re the best.” he squeezes her cheek. “No need to tell you, we’re almost there.” he says, leading her a few more steps forward until they finally reach a gazebo draped with different kinds of flowers, and inside was a round table made of marble with a round bench built in along its walls. And on the bench sat the 4 other members of the student council, their packed lunches spread out across the round table, looking like something out of an anime.

B raised a brow at Kai as they approached the gazebo. “A garden gazebo is your lunch spot? Are you kidding me? What kind of students are you?” Kai just laughs in response. “Do you guys eat lunch here everyday?”

“Why don’t you ask them?” Kai says, before waving a hand in the air and yelling “Hey guys, we’re here!”

4 heads turn towards them then, and they all smile as they see Kai and B approaching.

“Took you guys long enough. Come sit with us.” Taehyun says, motioning them over.

“Where do you wanna sit, Baba?” Kai asks as they enter the gazebo. “Wanna sit next to me?”

“Come on, she’s probably sick of you by now, Hyuka.” Beomgyu scoffs jokingly, while the other boys snicker. “You can sit wherever you want, B.” he says.

B assessed the situation. It was a round table, so there weren’t really any sides to choose from. The one closest to the entrance of the gazebo was Yeonjun, and he seemed to be busy as he kept alternating between using his phone and leaving it on the table. Beomgyu and Taehyun were beside each other, and their food was already half eaten so she could tell that they had already settled in. Next was Soobin, who had his lunch box on the table still unpacked, he had both hands atop the table as if he were waiting for everyone to arrive before getting started on his lunch. Out of the 4 boys seated, B figured it would be safest to sit next to Soobin.

“Alright then, I think I’ll sit next to Mr. President himself.” B says, making her way around the table towards where Soobin was seated. “Do you mind?” she asks with a sweet smile on her face.

He smiles brightly as he says, “Not at all, this spot is all yours.” He pats on the space next to him. She thanks him as she sets her things down and takes a seat.

Kai follows suit and occupies the space next to her. “Good call, Baba. I usually sit next to Soobin anyway. Yeonjun’s always too busy to talk, while Gyu and Taehyun start eating right away.” he says, laying his lunch on the table.

Beomgyu snorts. “It’s only cause you all take your sweet ass time getting here, my stomach waits for no one.”

Taehyun, surprisingly, nods in agreement. “Time is important, and we only have an hour to eat and rest, so I’d like to maximize the free time I have.” he says matter-of-factly. “Unless you’d prefer that we wait for you to get here before we begin?”

It took B a moment before she realized that Taehyun was talking to her, Kai had to nudge her leg under the table before she straightened up, swallowed her food, and gave Taehyun a bright smile. “No, you guys don’t have to worry about me, thanks. Sorry, my mouth was full.” she replied sheepishly.

Taehyun smiled back warmly, and damn it, he did look somehow regal as he did. “Thanks, we’ll keep that in mind. No worries.” he said.

“So how’s your first day at MOA so far, B?” Soobin asks politely as he begins to eat as well.

Just as B swallows her food and opens her mouth to answer Soobin’s question, she stops when the sound of a cellphone ringing loudly pierces through the gazebo.

“Yeonjun, why isn’t your phone on silent mode? Lunch break still counts as school hours, you kno–” Taehyun begins, but he stops when he sees the tense look on Yeonjun’s face. “Oh.” he says quietly. The rest of the boys fall silent too.

Yeonjun purses his lips together and stands up to leave before answering his phone. He steps out of the gazebo as he says “Hello?”

“So…” Beomgyu begins, breaking the silence. “B? How’s your first day so far?”

She plasters on a smile, trying to tune out Yeonjun as he spoke on the phone a few steps away from the gazebo. “So far, so good. I thought my science class would be lonely, but I was able to get along with my seatmates, so it wasn’t too bad.”

“…it’s my first day back, and already you pull shit like this?” B heard Yeonjun say, as much as she tried not to listen.

“Oh right, none of us have 3rd period with you.” Soobin says. “Good to know you got along with some classmates though.”

“…do you seriously think it’s a good idea for me to skip class on my first day back…”

“Seatmates, huh? Who are they? Anyone we know?” Beomgyu asks curiously.

Taehyun comments “I doubt it would be anyone you know since she takes Sophomore Science and you’re a batch higher than her class.”

“…I’m still on probation from last term, so I honestly don’t think this is the best…”

“Oh actually,” B begins, until she feels Kai kick her shin under the table. She does her best to suppress any expression of pain and annoyance as she looks at Kai, who was giving her a warning smile. She smiled at him with the same energy as she continued, “actually, it was just a couple of girls in my grade. They were really nice, very good company, so they actually made third period enjoyable for me.”

“…please, I don’t want to go…”

“Well I bet your next period will be more enjoyable, since you’ll be sharing it with me.” Beomgyu says, wiggling his brows at her, which caused her to laugh and Kai to scoff.

“Please, I bet it’ll be a snore.” Kai says. “It is French class, after all.”

“…I’m at the gazebo.” Yeonjun says as he finishes the call and makes his way back into the gazebo.

“Yes, it’s French class, but French class with me is better than just plain French class, you know what I’m saying?” Beomgyu says, trying to keep the atmosphere light as Yeonjun sits back down.

All the boys look at him with concern, and there’s a moment of silence as they all seem to be waiting for him to speak.

Yeonjun runs his hand through his blue hair, clearly frustrated. “So, apparently, I’m being pulled out of classes this afternoon.” he says. “My dearest father sends his regards.” he adds bitterly.

“Already? But it’s just your first day back.” Soobin says with a hint of concern. “You feeling okay?”

Yeonjun nods. “Yeah, it just sucks I guess.” he sighs. “Sorry you had to see that, by the way.” he apologizes to B. “But as you can see, my dad is a bit of a dick and wants me to skip afternoon classes on my first day back.”

B nods, accepting his apology. “Trust me, I know how shitty parents can be.” she says sympathetically. “I’ve never known any parent who actually wants their child to skip classes, though. Can he do that?” she asks.

The blue-haired boy laughs as he says “Trust me, my father is unlike any parent you know.” he says, as he starts to collect his things. “And trust me, he can do anything.”

“Looks like your chariot awaits.” Kai says, as a black sedan with blacked out windows pulls up close to the gazebo.

Yeonjun sighs as he stands up and slings his bag over his shoulder. “See you later, alligators.” he says, giving the boys a salute.

“Come back soon, crocodile.” the 4 boys respond, giving him salutes back. A man dressed in a black suit steps out of the car and opens the door, waiting for Yeonjun to come inside.

As Yeonjun steps out of the gazebo, he pauses, looks back and says “Later, Baby.” as he flashes a smile her way before continuing on and getting into the car.

There’s silence as everyone watches the car drive away.

“Okay, I hope you guys don’t mind me asking, but I think that warrants some sort of explanation.” B says, breaking the silence. The other boys look at her then, and she could tell by the looks on their faces that they knew she was right, but that they were hesitant to tell her anything. She felt Kai squeeze her hand under the table. She looks at him, and he gives her a small nod, and she takes it as a go signal to ask,

“So, what was that all about?”

[forhongjoong]

all yours

a soft but smutty first time fic in which hongjoong is leaving for two weeks worth of fansign’s and you want to make sure he’s thinking of you the whole time he’s away

pairing: kim hongjoong x female reader

word count: 4k

contains: first time, face sitting, blowjobs, slight dom!hongjoong towards the end, some dirty talk

(a/n: so it’s been probably a good 7 or so years since i even thought about writing any sort of fic but i just... couldn’t get the idea for this out of my head so here we are. if it sucks dont @ me but if you enjoy it pls do let me know!!! also i specifically made the read plus size bc i wanted to read some rep for us bigger atinys and i rarely find it anywhere in writing)

You let out a deep, shaky breath as you step back and take one final glance in the mirror. Your eyes rake over the simple but sexy red lingerie you had picked out for the occasion, and you try your hardest not to focus on all of the little flaws jumping out at you. Tonight was going to be a good night - a special night - and you had worked yourself up to it for so long , you weren’t about to let your self-consciousness get the best of you now. Tonight was your last night with Hongjoong before he left for two weeks of fansigns in different provinces throughout the country. It was also a few days before his birthday, and you were both pretty sad that you wouldn’t be able to celebrate together. The company had given the group a few days of vacation prior to setting off on the tour so you finally had him to yourself. You take another shaky breath and try and tamp down the rest of your nerves before you go out to face Hongjoong, who is lounging on the bed of your small Seoul studio apartment.

It’s not like you guys had never been intimate at all before but it was mostly short and steamy moments in between appearances or during your lunch break or in his studio when the rest of the group had already called it a night. This was the first full night you had him to yourself since you took the step past chaste kisses and shyly interlaced fingers and it was the first time, you’ll be taking this step – The Big Step. You were ready. You trust Hongjoong. You want him and you know it. But that tiny bit of insecurity just won’t leave you alone. You’re a bigger girl and these insecurities have been drilled into you from such a young age. You can’t help it, even if you know that Hongjoong loves you and everything about your body. Even when he’s told you that a million times. Your eyes just can’t help but glue themselves the small roles on your back or the way your arms fall against your sides or the jiggle in your thighs. Hongjoong has never seen you like this before, most of your prior intimate moments were too quick for clothing to come off or in the dark where you couldn’t be seen. What if he didn’t like you like this? What if you didn’t want you after seeing all of you? No. You aren’t going to let those thoughts get to you. You shake your head one last time and turns towards the door. You love him. You want this. You’re ready.

You open the door and see Hongjoong splayed across your bed in sweatpants and a t-shirt that looks extra-large on his small (but very toned) frame.  He’s half-heartedly scrolling through Netflix trying to find another film to watch while his other hand brings a beer can up to his mouth to take a sip.

“Babe, I think we should-“ he stops mid-sentence when he finally lays eyes on you, nearly choking on the sip of beer he just took. “Fuck.”

He immediately sets the beer down and pushes the laptop to the side. He rolls off the bed and starts making his way towards you, taking in every inch of your body. His eyes are burning into you and your body starts to heat up. You fidget and fight the urge to turn around, walk straight back into the bathroom, and lock the door behind you. Your arms instinctively wrap around your stomach to cover the area you’re most insecure about and you bite your lip, avoiding his eyes at all costs.

“Fuck baby, you look… incredible,” he’s standing in front of you now and he softly tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are soft and warm and loving, the eyes that made you fall for him. But you see something deeper than that tonight. Underneath the typical soft warmth, you can see a hint a darkness and lust and even beyond that, hunger. For you.

“You like it?” You bite your lip nervously and Hongjoong nods as he gently takes both of your hands in his, pulling them away from your stomach, “Your birthday is in a few days and I- I wanted to give you something really special. Something that would make you think of me the whole time you’re on tour.”

You look up at him again, a burst of confidence surging through you, and you slide one of your hands up his arm and onto his shoulder. You feel his goosebumps under your touch and the tiny shiver he lets out and you realize how much you have on effect on him. He can’t keep his eyes from roaming up and down your body; an act that would have made you feel so self-conscious just twenty minutes early but pushes you forward, and has you lead him towards the bed.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he says with a chuckle, letting himself be pulled to the bed. “God baby, you can’t just… spring this on me with no warning. I was so not prepared for this. Like, holy shit you just look – wow.”

Hearing Hongjoong stutter over his words makes you giggle, and your nervousness starts to melt away as you think about how much he wants you, how much he loves you. You turn him and push him back onto the bed gently, desire starting to burn deep in your stomach. He swallows hard and slides back so he’s leaning against the headboard, his eyes never leaving yours. You crawl onto the bad and straddle yourself on his lap, always careful to never put too much weight on him. His hands instinctively go to rest on your hips and his thumb gently strokes the skin there causing you to shiver. You cup his face in your hands and lean down to give him a soft but needy to kiss.

“I want you,” you say softly, trailing one of your hands down his neck and onto his chest. He’s small but he’s toned, and you’ve always found his chest to be so sexy. You lean down and place a kiss in the crook of his neck, “So badly.”

He hisses and tightens his grip on your hips. You can tell he’s fighting the urge to flip you over and take control. He loves to be dominant, but this night is about you and your comfort, so he lets you keep the pace.

“I’m yours. All yours,” He smiles up at you and your heart melts as you lean down to kiss him, harder this time. Your mouth opens to deepen the kiss and he follows your lead, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him. You tangle you hands in his soft hair, still tinged red from One To All promotions and you moan as he takes your bottom lip in between his teeth. Biting. He knows that’s a weakness of yours and you’ve had more than one instance of rushing of covering up love bites he’s left behind after visiting you during your lunch breaks.

You roll your hips down and the noise that escapes him is guttural. He bucks his hips up in response and you gasp, your grip in his hair tightening. He smirks against your lips and begins to sit you both upright, his hands travel up to the clasp of your bra and as he starts to unhook it, you involuntarily flinch. You pull back slightly, nervousness visible in your eyes again. You’d never been this exposed in front of him and certainly not with the lights on. Hongjoong notices the look in your eyes and brings a hand around to cup your face. His eyes search yours and it’s as if he can tell what’s bothering you simply from that.

“You’re so so beautiful baby. Always,” he bites his lip, “and I want you… I want to see all of you like this. But only if you’re comfortable. That’s always the most important thing to me.” You smile softly and wrap your arms around Hongjoong’s neck. How did you get so lucky? You never imagined finding someone who makes you feel so giddy and comfortable and loved all the time, but then Hongjoong stumbled into your life and everything changed. You love him. And you want to share this, share yourself with him. And you want him to share himself with you too. You reach around and unclasp your bra, gingerly sliding the straps down off your shoulders. Hongjoong holds his breath and his eyes trail downwards as you slowly expose more and more of your breasts to him. He helps you pull the straps off your arms and tosses the bra off the bed, his eyes never once leaving your chest. You flush red and, quick to even the score, you tug at his t-shirt indicating that you want it off. He chuckles and lets you pull the soft black cloth over his head and it joins your bra on the floor. You take in his exposed chest. You’d obviously seen it before but never in this manner. Your eyes make their way down his body, taking in the all the moles which you love so deeply and his toned abdomen, all leading you down to the faint dusting of dark hair that trails into his sweatpants. Fuck. Your boyfriend is sexy as hell.

You’re brought back to reality when Hongjoong takes one of your breasts in his hand, squeezing as his thumb brushes ever so slightly over your nipple. You gasp and arch your back forward and a smirk plants itself on Hoongjoong’s face. He repeats the motion, harder this time, and your head falls forward onto his chest as moan tumbles from your lips.

“Oh, you like that, huh, baby?” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he brings his other hand up to your unattended breast, this time pinching your nipple between his fingers. You let out a yelp and grind down on his crotch, unable to control your body’s reaction. You can feel how hard he is underneath you and Hongjoong let’s out a deep hiss from the sensation. He pulls your chin up and his lips are on immediately on yours, needy and heavy, his tongue in your mouth. You kiss him back with the same desperation, fisting your hands in his hair and continuing to grind down on his hard member, the sensation radiating through your core. Hongjoong is kissing his way down your neck now, stopping to nip at your earlobe, earning another loud moan from you. He finds your sensitive spot and quickly works a love bite into your skin. He gently kisses the now purple mark and continues to trail kisses down to your breast, quickly taking a nipple into his mouth. You moan relentlessly as he works one nipple with his mouth and the other with his fingers, stopping after a bit to switch.

Your arousal is getting unbearable now and you want more. You need more. You grab one of Hongjoong’s wrists and lead it down your body, leaving it hovering over your core as realization hits him. He looks up at you, his eyes widened slightly in surprise at your boldness, but he wastes no time in pressing his hand to your sex, gently running a finger along your panty-clad folds. A shudder runs through you and you would have fallen back if not for Hongjoong’s other hand holding you steady against him. He looks up at you again, this time his eyes darkened with desire, and his fingers teasingly dance along the hem of your panties.

“Joong, please~” You whimper and Hongjoong almost loses it at the sound of his name falling from your lips in such a desperate manner. He dips his hand into your panties and one of his fingers immediately finds your clit, circling around the sensitive bud a few times before sliding further down your folds and teasing your entrance.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” He muses, eyes fixed on your crotch and the way his fingers are working you. He slowly dips a finger into your entrance, and you gasp loudly, bucking against his hand. He chuckles and pulls his finger out before plunging back in with a second finger added. “So fucking sexy.”

Hongjoong’s fingers skillfully work your core and have you pouring out profanities mixed in with your moans. You can feel how much he’s getting off on the way his actions are impacting you. You can see the tent in his sweatpants indicating just how turned on he is. You’re eager to take some of your control back and you loved the look on his face earlier when you led his hand down to your wet sex. You want to seem him look at you like that again.

“Joong, I want –“ You hesitate and stutter, the image of what you’re about to ask flashing before your eyes. Hongjoong senses your hesitation and brings his unoccupied hand up to cup your face, eyeing you softly.

“What do you want babe? You can tell me.” He nods reassuringly, bringing a soft kiss to your lips for emphasis. You smile softly at him and his actions remind you just how much he loves you. Insecurities be damned, tonight was about you and Hongjoong and the two of you sharing this moment with each other. You square your shoulders and look him straight in the eye as the words fall out of your mouth.

“I want to sit on your face.”

You can tell he’s taken aback by the request. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open and you can practically his mind is processing the words you just said. He processes quickly and his eyes return to the darkened shade of lust. Next thing you know he’s scrambling out from under you and laying back on the bed in anticipation. You chuckle at his eagerness and take note at the fact that the poor man is still painfully straining through his sweatpants. He’s been so focused on making you feel good and you’ve been so focusing on the way he’s been making you feel; he’s gotten almost no attention himself. You make a mental note to fix that very soon.

You sit up and shimmy out of your panties, painfully aware of the fact that you are now completely naked in front of him. The way he’s taking in every inch of your body makes you blush and the heat pooling in your core only intensifies. You quickly make your way to the top of the bed and face forward as you position yourself over his face. You look down at him for affirmation and he nods eagerly, biting his lip in anticipation. You slowly lower yourself down towards his face and as soon as your thighs are in reach for him, he pulls you the rest of the way down, eagerly taking a long, slow lick up your slit. The noise you make is so wanton, you’re shocked to hear it come out of your own mouth. Hongjoong hums against your sex and puts his tongue to work on your clit. He tongues and sucks on the sensitive bud until you’re shaking so hard you have to brace yourself on his chest for support.

His tongue dips into your opening repeatedly and your moans are incessant at this point. You manage to focus your eyes forward and are drawn to the bulge in Hongjoong’s pants. An idea pops into your head and you smirk as you lean forward further, coming face-to-face with his erection. You begin to palm him through his sweats and he pauses his actions to let out a string of profanities against your inner thigh. Damn. He must have really been struggling to hold it in. You start to slide his sweatpants down and he lifts his hips allowing you to slide both them and his briefs down his legs. His cock isn’t super girthy but it’s lengthy and you don’t think you’ll be to fit the full thing in your mouth. You gently take his member in your hand and lick from the base all the up to the tip, tonguing at the head before taking his tip into your mouth. Hongjoong is moaning against your thigh, but never one to be beat out, he puts his tongue back to work on your clit and slides one of his fingers into you. You moan loudly and you can feel him shudder in reaction to the sensation against his cock.

You take more of him in your mouth, eager to see how much you can handle. When his tip hits the back of your throat and you gag a bit, there’s still quite a bit left to go so you use your hand to make up for the length you can’t take. You slowly pump your mouth up and down, using your hand to pump the area you can’t reach. Hongjoong is trying his best not to buck his hips into your mouth but you can feel him twitching beneath you. You smirk as you swirl you tongue around his head, kind of amazed at the effect you’re able to have on him. Your focus doesn’t last for long as Hongjoong is fucking three fingers into you now, his tongue still working on your clit, and you can feel the heat in your core growing and expanding as your climax approaches.

“Joong, I’m so close.” Your head falls onto Hongjoong’s thigh and he picks up the pace. Your thighs clamp around his face and you’re bucking your hips against his mouth and his fingers feel oh so good inside of you. Your body starts to shake as you reach the edge and Hoongjoong’s name is spilling out of your mouth repeatedly as you cum. You collapse on top of him and catch your breath. He peppers soft kisses along the inside of your thighs, and you can feel him smiling against your skin.

After taking a moment to recuperate you crawl back up to him and pull him into a deep kiss. His mouth slots against yours as his hands run lazily up and down your back. Later you realize you were too blissed out and too happy to even feel insecure when he touched your love handles. You’re worn out but you’re not ready to stop and you want to make sure Hongjoong gets off before the night is over. You reach over into your nightstand drawer and dig around a bit before pulling out a condom. Hongjoong raises his eyebrows at this and you shrug innocently.

“What?” You say, in a tone that’s anything but innocent, “So maybe I’ve been wanting this for a while.” Hongjoong chuckles and pulls you back into him planting kisses all over your face before working his way down to your neck again. You tilt your head and allow him access and sigh at the sensation. One of his hands comes up to cup your breast again and he squeezes gently. You could definitely get use to nights like this with him.

You know Hongjoong likes to dom in the bedroom, thanks to a very drunken game of 20 Questions that happened on one of your earlier dates. He’s been so gentle and patient all night, making sure you were comfortable with the pace of things and putting your pleasure first, you wanted him to have his pleasure now.

“Baby –“ You say softly. You rarely call him ‘baby’. That was more of his pet name for you. You preferred to call him Joong with the occasional ‘babe’ thrown in. Hearing you use the rare pet name causes him to pause his actions and he looks up at you expectantly.

“I want you to take me now.”

Those words flip a switch in him and next thing you know, he flips you onto your back and you let out of yelp from the sheer force of it. He kicks his sweats and boxers off completely and tears open the condom package, rolling the protection over his length. His eyes are dark. The darkest they’ve been yet tonight, and you can feel the heat returning to your core with the anticipation of what’s to come. Hongjoong strokes his cock and runs it up and down your slit a few times causing you to shudder. He pauses at your entrance looking to you for affirmation. You bite your lip and nod and he’s pushing into you at a steady yet relatively slow pace. You were no virgin, but the last time you had sex was long before you started dating Hongjoong and he knew that (thanks again 20 Questions). You can tell he’s eager to fuck you, but he waits patiently for you to adjust and for some of the discomfort to subside.

You give him the go ahead and he pulls out before ramming back into you at full force. You cry out and tighten your grip on his biceps. He’s railing into you now and each thrust radiates through your entire body. He’s moaning each time he pushes into you and you don’t think you’ve ever heard something sound more beautiful. Hongjoong takes one of your legs and perches it over his shoulder and suddenly he hits a new angle that drives you wild. You call out his name with your head thrown back in ecstasy and your walls clench around him with each thrust.

“You look so beautiful laid out for me like this, baby.” His pet name for you has never sounded so dirty… or so good. “Moaning my name while I fuck you so hard. You’re such a good girl. You like this, huh?”

You whimper in agreement, unable to form actual words and dig your nails into his skin so hard, you briefly worry you might have drawn blood. He somehow manages to pick up the pace even more and you’re seeing stars behind you eyes at this point. He drives you closer and closer to another climax and you’re repeatedly clenching and unclenching around his cockr. You can tell that you’re close and he’s loving everything moment of it.

“You gonna cum for me again? You love the way I’m fucking you right now and you wanna cum around my cock, yeah baby?”

You’re cry out his name and Hongjoong finally pushes you over your edge sending you into a state of bliss for the second time tonight. He rides out your high with you and the sensation drives him closer to his edge. He grips on your thighs as he pounds into you, each stroke becoming more erratic as he reaches his climax. It hits him and he’s spilling out profanities and your name and he collapses on top of you. You’re both out of breath and sweaty and fucked out and you lean down to kiss him lazily, trying to convey all of the feelings you’ve had tonight.

“I love you so much, Joong.” You wrap your arms around him and curl up into his comforting embrace, not ready to get up just yet.

“I love you too. So so much.”

An hour later after a shower that almost led to round two, you and Hongjoong are curled up under your blankets and he’s playing with your fingers absentmindedly. You feel so warm and content. So lucky to have someone who loves you and will love you through every insecure moment you might have. He proves to you time and time again that you’re the only one for him and you really, honestly, and truly believe him. You smile and plant a kiss in his soft hair, knowing he knows exactly how you feel. He sits up suddenly and pouts at you.

“How am I ever supposed to survive without you for two whole weeks after this?” You laugh and pulling him back down to you, smiling into a kiss.