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xavierslittlecrow · 2 months ago

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Satisfying Sweetness (AO3 + Wattpad + SquidgeWorld)

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"Only when we're together do I taste the most satisfying sweetness." It takes place before Eternal Atattachment but after the Birthday Event 4 CGI 💙❄️

Zayne runs his fingers along your cheek, his eyes soft as his dark eyes meet yours. There’s a little bit of icing on the side of his lips and you break the eye contact, wiping the crumbs with your thumb. He turns his head, his lips wrapping around your appendage, engulfing it in warmth. You gasp, your mind telling you to remove your hand from his lips, but instead, you stay frozen, your hummingbird heart fluttering, the warmth from his mouth traveling up your arms and legs and radiating from your core.

He opens his mouth to a cheeky smile, nodding his head slightly. “That is much sweeter.” He whispers, his hand on your cheek, bringing you closer. You’re careful not to get any of the cake on your top as your lips brush, but Zayne senses your hesitation. “Perhaps… you can feed me over there…” His eyes point to the bed.

You’re taken aback by his forwardness, your cheeks radiating heat. “You’ll make a mess if we take the cake over there, Mr. Zayne.” You say, trying to play coy. He doesn’t buy it, turning your head to face to look at him again.

“I want to…” he leans closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe. “Taste you.”

You breathe heavily through your nostrils, the implication bearing heavily on your mind. “Where do you want to taste me?” You ask as he moves from his side of the table to kneel in front of you, his hands running along your thighs.

“Here…” he leans down, kissing the top of your thighs, before making a trail up to your stomach. “And here…” Zayne sits back on his haunches, his eyes dark with lust.

“Just those places?” You ask before he takes your hands, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

“I want to taste your fingers… Your palms…” He makes another trail down your ring finger to your palm and wrist. He sighs, nipping your soft skin on your forearm. “Sweeter than the cake…” You laugh softly as he stands, pulling you up as well. “But the one thing I want to taste, more than this…” Zayne leans down, pecking your lips.

“A kiss?” You ask when he pulls away, backing into his bed.

“More…” He whispers, lying back and leading you to him. You rest on top of him, his dark hair pushed out of his face for once. He takes his glasses off, sits up to put them on the end table, and rests his other hand on the small of your back. You stare down at his face, dimly lit by the lamps, as he turns to face you. “Usually, I would use my hands, but per my orders from my lovely keeper, I will need to use my mouth instead.” Your eyes drop down to his lips as he talks, your brows lowering as the pressure between your thighs grows.

“Take off your skirt…” He says, a sternness hinting in his tone. You bite your lip as you move from his touch, unbuttoning your skirt and slipping it down from your hips. His eyes are hot as he watches, and you watch as the rise and fall of his chest quickens.

“What about my-“

“Keep them on for now…” You had a hunch that he might want you like this, and in your anxiety-riddled mind, you made sure you wore icy blue lace panties and a matching bra. You told yourself if tonight was a disaster, at least those matched for once. “Blue is my favorite color,” He says softly, moving to close the distance before kissing your neck, his hand resting on the nape of your neck and the other resting over your panties. You moan softly, looking over at him through your lashes. “If I can taste you for each birthday to come…” Zayne says, muffled against your skin.

“Mr. Zay—“ He pulls away, tilting his head to the side.

“I want to be Zayne when we’re alone…” Zayne states, his fingers gently gripping your hair and turning you to face him.

“Force of habit,” You say quickly as he guides your lips to his, and your breathing becomes one. His hand between your legs starts to rub at your panties, making you squirm.

“Your wrist,” you say against his mouth.

He pulls away, resting your forehead against his. “You should become an orthopedic hand specialist…” He replies, mirth dancing in his eyes as he leans down on the bed, removing his hand. “Then I shall taste you now. Take them off.” He lets you go, shrugging off his khaki jacket and tossing it off the bed. You follow suit, your thumbs hooking around the lacy borders and pulling them off your body.

Zayne freezes, his dark emerald eyes glued between your legs as you expose yourself. His cheeks tinge pink as he lies back on the bed again, “Come here…” He whispers, and you waste no time, letting him wrap you up in an embrace. His lips find yours in a passionate zeal, his teeth gently dragging your bottom lip as his hands unhook your bra. The loosening of your restraints makes you moan as your chest starts to spill onto his shirt, and he slips the straps down your arms and your body. You pull him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist, his body so warm against you. However, you note he’s wearing too much as your fingers drag from his neck to his shirt, your tongues dancing as you start to undo the buttons. You pull away, feeling his bulge pressing against your heat.

As you unbutton his shirt, you continue to drag your fingers down his chest as you expose more and more of his skin. His breathing quickens, and he breathes heavily through his flared nostrils. He sits up, allowing you to push the white shirt down his toned arms and onto the bed. Now free from another layer of clothing, his arms engulf you in an embrace before his mouth finds your nipple, his warm breath causing a flare of goosebumps down your body. You nibble at your lip as his hands move lower, gripping and massaging your ass. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers intertwining with his dark strands as his tongue rolls around your areola, his mouth suckling before moving to the other. You whimper, lifting your hips slightly, aware of his light-colored pants and how you would definitely leave a wet mark on his crotch. He doesn’t seem to mind or think about that as he pushes your hips back down, your whimper getting stuck in your throat.

His mouth releases your nipple with a soft pop, and he rests back on the pillows. “You taste so sweet, (Y/N), but I need something sweeter.” He says, guiding your hips towards his face. Your cheeks heat as you crawl up to his face.

“Wh-what about you?” You ask as he keeps you from turning around. He chuckles, kissing the inside of your thigh.

“Don’t worry about me,” He replies, making a trail of kisses up to your core, switching to the other side, and repeating the trail on your thigh. “I need my birthday treat,” Zayne says as he smiles at you cheekily. You carefully rest your hips down, but not far enough, worried about suffocation. Zayne, however, does not, his hands hooking around your hips and holding you down as he starts to feast.

His tongue laps at your folds, parting them as he searches for your clit. He closes his eyes, moaning as your taste coats his tongue. You gasp, holding on to the headboard as you try to lift your hips again. Zayne ignores this pathetic move as he lifts his head slightly, suckling on your clit. You moan in response, tossing your head back. His tongue swirls around your sweet button before he starts sucking again, his tongue pressing against it at the same time. Your toes curl as Zayne’s grip on your thighs tightens, locking you in place. His tongue lithely runs down your folds and back up to your clit until he guides your hips towards the headboard, allowing him more access. He sharpens his tongue, using it to tease your entrance.

You roll your head to the side as you glance down. Though his eyes are closed, his brows are low on his face; he’s focused. He dashes his tongue in and out of your dripping cunt, grunting as you fill his mouth. Your stomach tightens as he trails his tongue back to your clit, suckling the bundle of nerves and the sweet nectar. You arch your back, and he lets go of your thigh, his hand sliding up your abdomen and finding your breast, teasing and gently pinching your nipple.

He pulls his mouth away for a moment, his eyes dancing. “Sweetheart… You taste so good.” He whispers before returning his mouth. You bite your lip before rocking your hips with him as his tongue explores you again. Suddenly, you feel ice on your breast, his evol teasing around your nipple, and you gush around his tongue, moaning his name. He laughs breathlessly as he guides the offending hand down your body. You shiver as the ice drags down your stomach and to your inner thighs. He pulls away again, rubbing your clit with the freezing hand. You move your hips up, crying out as he holds you down with his other hand, his eyes dark as he watches you unravel above him before he returns his mouth.

You’re getting so close, but you don’t need to tell Zayne. His hand warms back to regular temperatures as he slips it under you. His middle finger thrusts inside as he laps at your clit, groaning with you as you reach down and tug gently at his hair, making his mouth open slightly, the laps turning into suckles. You feel your body heating with each thrust, each lick. You try to stay down, but your hips betray you, starting to run from the pleasure.

“(Y/N)...” Zayne says as he pulls away, watching your legs tremble around his head. You don’t want to talk, or in actuality, you can’t talk. Zayne kisses your thigh as he slips his ring finger in, his thrusts thicker in your weeping cunt. “I can’t wait for you to finish… And then feel you around me…”

The statement makes you cry out, thinking of his thick cock stretching you as he fucked you hard. You need it more than anything, grinding your hips against his mouth as he returns it, finally letting go of your other thigh to grip your ass. He focuses solely on your swelling button now, his tongue rolling around it and suckling over and over as he quickens his pace for his thrusts. Your mind is swimming in pleasure, and you're too forgone to tell him to don't overdo it with his wrists.

"Just like that, darling... You're doing a good job." Zayne whispers before he latches his mouth around your clit, your screams of pleasure filling the room. You close your eyes tight, your legs wrapping around his leg, suffocation be damned, as you feel the fire dance across your body, the ecstasy driving you temporarily insane as your thoughts are unified for once. You want Zayne here, now, and forever. He slows his thrusts, pulling his fingers from the dripping hole and guiding your hips from his face.

"Look at that..." He whispers, bringing his fingers to his lips and tasting you more. "I won't need any more cake as long as I have your taste..." He whispers before undoing his belt and pants. Your breathing tries to regulate, and as you remember, he did say there was more.

"Come here..." He whispers, helping guide you back, but this time, your hips to where his dick stands ready, his tip already leaking. You don't know if you could ride him as he deserves for his birthday, but he doesn't seem to mind, and he carefully guides your hips down, his thick shaft parting your lips as you sink your body against him. You both moan as he stretches you, your warmth engulfing him. "Ahh, (Y/N)."

Your fingers intertwine as he sits up a little, watching as you try to ride, lifting your exhausted hips and thighs. Mirth dances in his eyes as he lets go of your hands, chuckling. "Where's my hardworking hunter?" He asks with a smirk, his hands going to your hips.

"Mr. Zay--Zayne!" You reply quickly, embarrassment heating your cheeks. He holds your hips down as he starts to fuck you instead. Your hands go to his wrists, gripping them hard as he pounds you. "I guess I can pick up the slack this once," He whispers, panting as he watches your bodies collide, his eyes bouncing between his cock disappearing inside of you, your breasts, and your flushed face.

"You're so!!" You can't finish your sentence as he wraps his lips around your nipple again, twirling his tongue around the taut bud. Your mouth can barely form words, incomprehensible words of pleasure escaping anyway. He slows suddenly, letting you go.

"Turn around." He says as he pulls himself out. Your body trembles as you follow his orders. He guides your hips back down, his hands massaging your ass. You close your eyes as your mouth drops open. He slips back in with no resistance now as he sits up, dragging his hands up to your breasts as you both grind your bodies against each other, panting and needing more of each other. He reaches down between your thighs, rubbing your clit. You press your body against his, your brows knitting together. He kisses your neck and your jaw before sloppily kissing your lips. You moan against him as he slips his hands under your thighs.

He breaks the kiss and rests back on the pillows, pulling you with him. You moan out as his cock slips out, but he is quick, letting go of your thigh and slipping himself back in as if nothing happened. You close your eyes tight as he sets a slow and steady pace, making sure you feel every inch of his cock. Your moans fill the room again, as does the sound of your skin slapping against his with each stroke. You rest back, gripping the covers as your feet move to his tensing thighs. He moans, returning his hand between your thighs as he continues to rub at your clit, your wetness quickly coating his fingers. You whimper his name as he quickens his pace, his balls slapping against your slick cunt. Even though he isn't erratic, you can feel that he's holding himself back, his grip on your under-thigh ironclad as he tries to steady you above him.

"You're getting so close..." He whispers, his circular motion on your swelling button also quickening. Your hips rock with him, your body twitching as you can feel it, butterflies alight and dancing in your stomach around the fire.

"Zayne!!" You cry his name as he removes his hand from between your legs and holds your legs up, his pace now relentless. Your grip on the covers tightens as you try to stay on your bucking partner.

"That's right... Let it out," Zayne says through gritted teeth as you sing out, sobs wracking your body as your body feels like a live wire. Each stroke feels like a zap in your mind as he bottoms out quickly and pulls out, only to fill you again. You want to explode into tiny snowflakes above him as your mind can only focus on him and the way his cock fills you. You gush around him, your vision turning white as you close your eyes even tighter.

Zayne holds himself against you, trying to brave the storm before starting his thrusts again, his tip feeling more engorged than before. Your clit throbs as he pounds you again, his moans more vocal now as he holds you tighter. You tremble with each stroke, your body begging for more and a break at the same time as he chases his orgasm. He pulls out at the very last moment, his cock erupting and splattering your lower abdomen and entrance with his sticky emission.

You pant as he strokes himself, draining himself against you. He whines as he gently moves you off of him. You adjust as you crawl to his side, looking down at his cock, softening as he still strokes himself. You take over, his cum coating your fingers immediately. His breathing hitches, and he turns to kiss you softly, his brows lowering on his forehead. You peck his lips, taking in how undone he looks, faintly tasting yourself on his lips. He puts his hand over yours on his cock, sighing.

"Promise me..." He says, his voice a little hoarse as he begins. You tilt your head back, and a faint smile plays on his lips. "Promise me that you will celebrate my birthday with me forever..." You nod, scooting closer into his embrace and kissing him softly.

"I promise," You whisper back, dragging your hand to his chest. His hand follows suit, gently squeezing it. "Good... Because I will need another taste of your sweetness soon," He says, trying to suppress his yawn.

"You won't have to wait until it's your birthday." You reply with a giggle, and he nods firmly.

"I know, but this makes it even more special." He says, closing his eyes. "Thank you, (Y/N)..."

You snuggle against his chest, his heart beating fast. You let the percussion and his soft breathing guide you to sleep, knowing all you need is under your fingertips.

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blossomwritesthings · 1 year ago

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𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

pairing: chan x curvy/plussizedfem!reader (afab)

genre: idol!chan. curvy/plussized!reader. hurt/comfort. angst!! slight fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ ONLY. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. the angst is real and raw in this. reader deals with a lot of online hate for many different reasons (this includes things like: age discrimination, fat-ph0bia, and online bullying). territorial/protective chan. smut warnings below cut!!

word count: 6.7k

summary: against your boyfriend chan's wishes, you had made a twitter account after many years - and what a mistake that was. now, you're left with the aftermath of the damage, and chan is the only person who can pick up the broken pieces of you.

18+ warnings: unprotected sex (stay safe out there, guys!) but reader is on birth control. chan has a fixation for reader's tits lmao. fingering. someone gets a handjob... 👀 DIRTY talk. youngerdom!chan. oldersub!reader. making out. manhandling and slight size kink. praise kink. nipple/breast play. body worship. riding. excessive hair pulling/scratching. BREEDING KINK!!! pet names (babydoll, babygirl, kitten, etc.). daddy kink. multiple orgasms is alluded to. someone gets fucked on top of a table.

a/n: OKAAAY- firstly, I just wanna give a big shout out to my dear, sweet friend Belle (@cb97breathing) for being so kind as to request a chan oneshot, and inspiring me to write this dumpster fire of a fic lmao!! 😂 I told her that my requests have been closed since may, but since she's such a wonderful friend, I've made an exception this time around~ 🫣 anyways, hope you enjoy this lil piece babe... you'll have to lmk what you think ehehehehehe... 😈 I wrote this in a single sitting last night, so it might make like, no sense at all but I seriously don't give a flying fuck at this point, so enjoy!! 💀

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Soon after the two of you had started dating, you had promised your boyfriend Chan that you would never go online to search for fans' comments about your relationship. Whether they were good or bad, he had made you promise him that you'd never read such things because it wasn't good for your health.

And for the most part, you'd kept that promise to him.

For years, you had left social media alone. Avoid making any form of account to begin with, that way you wouldn't be tempted to read some of the shit that people said about you online.

You were a pretty strong woman and could withstand a lot of chaos. This had proven to be true after Chan announced your relationship, as some of the Stray Kids 'fans' hadn't taken to the news very well. Instead, they stormed the streets of his company, protesting against the relationship and making humungous threads online as they tried to expose you.

But lately, you could feel yourself slipping.

At first, it had just started with making a harmless Twitter account. You had wanted to follow your boyfriend's private one that the fans didn't know about. And for a little bit, everything was okay. He didn't know about your activity online, and you wanted to keep it that way.

It was one day though, when you were feeling especially shitty about yourself, that you happened to stumble upon some random Tweet.

The things that the anonymous person had said about you dug deep inside of you. Reached for your heart and squeezed it in an icy, vice-like grip.

Then, it wasn't too long before you found yourself on the wrong side of social media.

The one that was full of darkness and hatred and violence.

And everything that you saw was always about you and Chan. But mostly, the sick people focused on you.

Nitpicking everything about you.

Your personality,

Your words,

The worst things they talked about were linked to your body and age.

Sure, you were on the curvier side of things. But Chan had always made it crystal clear from day one that he found you absolutely beautiful. The first time the two of you had met at that random club in Seoul all those years ago, back when Stray Kids was newly debuted, he had told you how stunning you were - inside and out - and he had only talked to you for an hour at that point.

These people who hid behind their screens online liked to point out your age, too. About how you were a few years older than Chan. They called you all sorts of things and claimed that you were a golddigger for getting with someone so famous.

Chan had never mentioned your age gap before. He treated you like you were his peer and not someone who had quite a few years over him. Because that's the kind of man he was - he didn't care what you looked like or how old you were. All he cared about was you... and what you were like on the inside. So all of the frivolous things that other guys worried about were cast to the sidelines, as he only ever focused on your inner spirit.

Obviously, your boyfriend was a rarity.

Even still though, you could feel your self-esteem tanking with each comment that you read. Each thread, each video. They only unraveled you a little bit more with every day that passed. And you knew that they truly weren't fans. Because people who loved Chan would never hurt him and you the way some of them were doing.

But that didn't change the fact that it really fucking hurt.

You knew that you shouldn't have made the Twitter account. But now that you were on it? Now that you were constantly checking what others were saying about you? You couldn't seem to stop.

Like a drug that was slowly overtaking your system, you couldn't get enough of it all.

The hate,

The shame,

The ridicule.

It spread throughout your veins, making you feel exhausted and angry, and heartbroken.

But of course, your boyfriend could never know of such things. Sure, he checked social media to see what fans were saying, but he didn't have that much time to hang around and catch the shitty side of things.

No, you had promised him you'd never go on social media, so you intended to keep everything a secret. He had warmed you away from it all early on since he knew how horrible people could be online.

And to be honest, you felt a little ashamed, too. To become so affected by the abhorrence that you were losing sleep over it. That you were losing your appetite, too. You could feel your motivation tanking as your brain replayed countless things that people were saying about you.

So there you were, snuggled under a fuzzy blanket and tucked in the corner of the large, black leather couch that was in your boyfriend's studio. It was late on a weekend night, and he had called you over to the company to hang out with him while he worked.

Although, you weren't really focusing on him after a while. Instead, you were scrolling through Twitter in silence, taking in the newest things that random people were saying about you.

User 570 - "nah that fatass could neverrr bag such a hot guy like chan, she totally seduced him or some shit."

User 194 - "I heard that he's into like, a mommy kink and that's why he fell for her while he was still so young... didn't they start dating when skz was still newly debuted??"

User 006 - "bro don't get me STARTED- this dumb bitch is over here thinking that he genuinely loves her... gurl, he's probably cheating on you with one of the itzy members hahaha"

User 288 - "Not her thinking she actually had a fighting fucking chance with our chan-"

You were pulled from the comments by the sound of a voice talking. You looked up to see that your boyfriend was turned around in his desk chair, muscular arms folded over his chest as he stared at you.

"Y/N."

The way he was calling your name, so seriously and without any hint of playfulness, sent a ripple of unease to course down your spine.

"Y-Yes?" You asked, gently placing your phone face-first down on the couch beside you, that way he couldn't see what you had been looking at.

"Did you even hear what I was saying?" He rose a dark, perfectly-manicured eyebrow your way. For Stray Kids newest comeback, he had dyed his hair platinum blonde again. He did it in part because his stylists had said he'd look good with bringing it back. But mostly, you knew that he had done it for you, since him being a blonde had always been one of your biggest weaknesses.

"Oh- no, sorry, I was kinda distracted..." You mumbled, fingers playing with the blanket around your waist, palms digging into the soft fabric as you felt your heart beat against your ribcage.

Chan threw you a deep frown before he placed his headphones down on his desk. He had been busy producing for the past two hours, and with a glance at the clock just above his head, you read that it was well past midnight. The company was quiet, signaling that everyone had gone home for the night.

Everyone except you and Chan, at least.

"I was asking if you wanna get takeout," Chan began, running a hand through his blonde locks and messing it up even more. "I'm pretty sure that fried chicken place just down the road is open 24/7, so we could get that if you'd like."

You felt yourself shaking your head. Because honestly, soon after reading the comments from that night, you had lost all form of an appetite. "I'm not hungry right now. But you can get something if you'd like, babe... do whatever you want."

Without saying another word, you picked up your phone again. And already, you were getting lost in a sea of new posts and comments that had appeared while you were distracted.

"Baby." Chan's voice came out softer than before, but it still didn't pull your attention away from the darkness that was seemingly at the edges of your fingertips. "Baby- listen to me."

That got your attention. Automatically, you were lifting your head again, blood thrumming in your ears as you watched the swarthy look cross over your boyfriend's face.

"What's going on with you lately?" He said, leaning forward in his chair and resting his elbows atop his knees, showcasing his bare forearms. If you were in a different headspace, you'd be turned on by the sight of him like that - light hair all disheveled, and loose-fitting black t-shirt beautifully showcasing his muscular arms. "You've been acting different these days, and it's making me worry."

You tried to flash him your best reassuring smile, but you got the feeling that it looked a little more like a painful grimace than anything else. Because the only thing that was worse than all of the hatred was his finding out. No, you wanted to keep all of it away from him. Hide it inside yourself, that way only you'd be the one affected by the shadows.

"I'm fine, Chan. Don't worry, nothing's going on..." Your voice trailed off, as you caught his intense stare. Then his eyes were roving over your form, before stopping at your phone that was clutched in your hands, held close to your chest. You could feel the crimson blooming in your cheeks as he began to take notice of your secrecy regarding the device.

He was rising from his chair then, nearing you slowly. If he moved too fast, he'd scare you away irrevocably and there would be no comeback for him whatsoever. "What's got you so distracted, hmm?" His question came out hushed as if only you were meant to hear it.

The anxiety danced in the pit of your stomach, as anxious butterflies flitted around your system from his approaching nearness. "Oh, uhm- just a friend from... high school."

"Oh yeah? What's her name?"

"Uh- Vanessa."

"What're you guys talking about so late at night?"

You shifted uncomfortably in your position, limbs turning a little shaky at his closeness. If you reached out, you'd be able to touch him. "Just... girl stuff."

Chan laughed at that, but it held no humor. No mirth whatsoever. Instead, it was dry and sardonic and left a hole to begin widening in your heart.

He knew,

He-

"Lemme see."

You knew it had been coming as soon as he had started grilling you about your phone. Even still, the two little words forced your eyes to widen frantically. Heart pushing against your ribcage in anxiety, you held on a little tighter to your phone.

"I don't really know if-"

"Give me the damn phone, Y/N," Chan said, his voice a little more raised than before. The firm line of his lips pressed together and his eyes that were dancing with a myriad of feelings told you everything you needed to know. His hand was already outstretched, as he waited for your next move. "I won't ask again."

And you knew he wouldn't.

Because if you didn't comply, he'd force it out of your hand.

Chan was a gentle man, with a beautiful soul and a love for humanity. But if there ever was a threat to the people he loved, if he ever held any sort of suspicion that something was amiss, he wouldn't hesitate to take the reins.

And that usually meant it came out in the form of anger - of pure, unadulterated rage, as he battled against whatever force was hurting his loved ones.

So just like that, you were raising the white flag. You were admitting defeat, as you slowly placed the phone in his open hand.

Holding your breath, you leaned back against the couch, waiting, and watching.

At first, nothing happened.

He stared at the phone in silence, eyes scanning the bright screen.

But then, everything changed.

In an instant, his face was morphing into something dim and... scary. Eyes turning to slits as he read the obscene things that were right there on your phone, strong jaw ticking as he stood there. You saw the way his hand gripped on a little harder to the phone, knuckles turning white with his barely masked anger quickly rising to the surface.

You didn't realize you were crying until it was too late and the first sob was flooding from your mouth. Pathetically, a small whimper escaped from deep inside of you as your heart raced in your chest from the way your boyfriend's entire persona was morphing into a man who was beyond furious. He was probably seeing red at this point.

"Please- Chan, d-don't be angry with me!" You suddenly burst out in a tiny wail. Your desperate voice seemed to shake him from the laser focus that he had on your phone's screen. It yanked his eyes away from it and soon he was staring back at you. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

You had no time to react then, as he was throwing your phone aside haphazardly and dropping to his knees on the floor. In the next breath, he was upon you, reaching out with those strong arms of his and pulling you into him.

Like two puzzle pieces that were made to fit together, you melted against him. He wrapped his arms around your body, holding your shaking form close as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, the sobs racking through you. Your heart was beating so fast, you were afraid you were about to drop dead right at that moment.

But your boyfriend's hold on you saved you. Grounded you, forced you to take deep breaths slowly but surely. Relaxed your muscles until you were feeling a little light-headed from all of the exhaustion and pain. The entire time, Chan remained quiet, merely carding gentle fingers through your hair as he soothed your aching spirit.

And when the tears finally subsided, you were pulling away from his form, peering up at him with pink-flushed cheeks and bleary eyes. "A-Are you mad at me?"

Chan stared down at you, taking in a deep breath before he was speaking for the first time in a while. His voice was gruff, but not as stony as it had been earlier. "Why would I ever get mad at you for the shit that psychos say online?" He reached up towards you, tucking a few strands of your messy hair behind your ear. "I mean, yeah, I'm disappointed that you got a Twitter in the first place, but I'm even more disappointed in the fact that you didn't tell me about any of this."

You felt the tears prick at the corners of your eyes again at the mention of his disappointment in you. You hated the feeling that you had let him down. It tore through you like a painful slash, the icy blade digging into your soul and ripping open a cacophony of emotion. "I-I'm so sorry babe... I... I didn't want to worry you. I just... thought I could handle it on my own."

Your boyfriend fit a few fingers underneath your chin, tipping your head up so that you met his gaze again. "Babygirl, this isn't something you can handle on your own. You're not supposed to have such a heavy burden on your shoulders- no one is supposed to. But because we live in such a shitty world, things like this happen." His thumb moved up your face, as he gently swiped at your bottom lip. The gesture eased your racing mind, slowly calming your heart as you came down from the intensity of it all. "I'm just glad that I know about it now so that I can help you."

You went silent after that, searching his face as he looked on at you with soft fondness. The anger had completely dissolved out of him as soon as he had seen your tears. Because that's the kind of man he was. When things got emotional, all rage he once felt was left to the wayside so that he could help you through the pain.

"Y-You have to know, that none of it is true, babe," you started, stuttering over your words from the dryness in your throat. "I... I didn't start dating you because I'm a gold digger or that I have a thing for younger guys and I-"

Chan brushed his thumb across the corner of your lips again, offering you a soft, easy smile. "Honey, you don't have to explain yourself to me. I know full well that all that bullshit is completely groundless." You two had separated and he was back in his chair, with it rolled so close to you that your knees touched. Chan reached out with his free hand, grabbing yours and squeezing your palms together. "I fell in love with you at first sight because I saw what a genuinely beautiful human being you were. And I've continued to fall in love with you every single day since then. Your age- your size, none of it matters to me. You know I don't care about those stupid things... all I care about is you."

You roughly scrubbed at your eyes, willing the tears away so that you could get a clearer look at his face. "Y-Yeah, I know... it's just, it's hard not to believe the things they say, you know?" You gave him a weak, humorless smile.

"That's the exact reason why I didn't want you going on social media... I wanted to protect you," he began, raising your clasped hands to his mouth and pressing a few gentle kisses against your knuckles. "I love you so much and only want the very best for you. And I always want you to be safe, yeah? I'm not gonna let anyone - online or in real life - hurt you like that again. I promise."

This time, the grin you gave him was genuine and warm. "I love you too, Chan..." You whispered, as you leaned into him and gave his cheek a light peck. "So much. And I'd do anything for you - fight anyone to keep you okay."

"That's my sweet girl," Chan's praise forced the peachy-pink tinge to creep up the column of your neck, pooling in your cheeks and rising to the tips of your ears. "Now come over here and sit down, I wanna show you some of the stuff I've been working on." He pat his lap, and you felt your heart leap in your chest.

He was trying to distract you. He was trying to pull your mind away from the contempt and all of the turmoil that he knew was still brewing deep inside your mind.

So you let him.

You let him pull your mind away to softer, quieter things.

And soon, you were situated in his lap with the fuzzy blanket wrapped around your shoulders. With your spine pressed into his firm stomach, you watched him type away at his computer as he pulled up a sample.

"This is something I want to put on our new album... I think it'd suit Changbin's voice fucking well." He mused off, as he began to play an expert of the song. It was fast-paced and upbeat, with a subtle hip-hop vibe to it.

You slightly turned to the side, offering him a faint smile, "I really like it, babe... feels like a great song to play in a concert."

"I know right? I haven't shown the guys it yet, but I have a feeling that they're gonna love it."

Giggling softly, you turned around so that you were facing him. He titled his head up to meet your regard, and you reached out, carding a few fingers through his blonde locks.

"You're so cute when you're excited about music," you muttered, tilting forward to give his forehead a gentle kiss. And when you pulled away, you flashed him a tiny smirk. "Hot, too. Like, really fucking hot. Makes me so jealous when I watch those producing vlogs you make and I see all of the fangirls going batshit crazy over you."

You had never confessed to watching some of his vlogs, since you didn't want him to think that you were stalking his content. But automatically, you could see the switch flip inside your boyfriend's mind.

Instantly, he was mirroring your smirk. Sparkly white teeth pulled taut against his lips as he peered on at you with a suggestive light dancing in his eyes. "Oh really? Well, just wait until you hear this next track..."

He pressed a few things on his keyboard, and soon, a song with a deep bass was booming out of the studio's speakers. The sensual r&b feel of it vibrated around the room, wrapping around the two of you and causing something heated to stir in the pit of your stomach. It was quite dark in the studio, with the only light atop his desk casting a faint glow across Chan’s smooth, tan skin.

"I think I like this one even more."

Chan's gaze was still locked with yours, as you felt his hands move away from the keyboard, instead resting on either side of your hips. "Good, because I made it for you- for us."

Brows furrowed in confusion, your heart skipped a beat at the admission. He had made songs for you in the past, but nothing quite so... alluring. "What do you-"

He cut you off by his fingers digging into the fabric of your shorts, making you squeak out in surprise. "Made it one night when I was pumping myself dry to that picture of you- you know the one... black lingerie, in front of our bedroom's full-length mirror..." He ground out in a raspy voice, leaning up into you and nuzzling the tip of his nose into the exposed skin of your neck. He took in a shuddering, deep breath, and as you restlessly shifted against his lap, you could feel the growing hardness there, hidden just underneath his black sweatpants. "Imagined what it'd be like to fuck you to it... have you screaming my name as you ride my cock so perfectly- the way you always do. Was inspired by the thought of you taking me so well that you can’t talk anymore, that you go fucking mute and all wobbly-legged as I fuck that tight, little cunt of yours wide open with my cock."

"C-Chan, I..." But you were cut off once again, this time by his head moving downwards, as he pulled the neck of your oversized tee down so that your clavicle was exposed to the cool studio air.

Then his teeth were grazing over your skin, biting down softly, tongue swiping and soothing, and you already knew that violet and crimson would bloom from that exact spot when he was finished.

"You'd like that, huh?" His low voice rumbled against your skin, shooting freezing shivers up the entirety of your spine. "Like me to fuck you right here while this music is playing on in the background."

And the words were already leaving your brain, surging out of your mind as the fire began to blaze in your core. It made everything around you deep red, as you honed in on your boyfriend at that moment, and how he looked up at you with a sardonic kind of smirk.

You nodded quickly. Desperately. "Holy shit, yes- yes, please... I... need you to fuck me right now." Without even realizing it, you were grinding against him. In your heated frenzy, you hadn't even registered the fact that you were moving back and forth on his clothed lap.

Chan reached up then, running a few of his slim fingers through your hair, before he was grabbing onto your locks, pulling back slightly so that your neck was more exposed than ever before. "Such a good girl..." His lilting tone praising you so well made you squirm in your spot, your legs positioned on either side of his waist. "But you know what good girls do, right? They... ask nicely." He said the last of his words in a quiet whisper, his tongue lapping at your sensitive clavicle once more, sucking and kissing the expanse of skin there.

Then he yanked a little harder at your hair, forcing your eyes open in shock. You bit down hard on your bottom lip, as you subtly registered the sound of that new r&b track he had made repeating on itself. He had set it to that, already knowing how the night would turn out.

That devious little minx.

"Please-" You breathed out, whimpering softly at the feel of his hardness hitting that one spot between your legs. "Daddy, please... want... want you to fuck me right now. Need it so bad, I-I can't breathe I need you so much, Daddy."

Chan was silent for a moment, and just as you were about to whine for him all over again, he was moving. Fingers grabbing onto the hemline of your shirt and slowly lifting it up your torso. "Well... I guess, since you're being so good tonight, I have no choice but to give in to you." He said in a low tone.

His fingertips grazed against your stomach as he made his way up your arms with your shirt, teasing you silently. You cried out at the feeling of him being so close to you, yet he wasn't even doing that much. He hadn't even started yet.

Once your shirt was off and cast to the side, he made quick work of your bralette, and soon, that was forgotten too. Chan pulled away from you to admire your topless form for a few seconds, shaking his head from side to side in approval and smiling like a maniac.

"Always loved your tits so fucking much," he purred, face nuzzling into the middle of your chest just as one of his hands came around one of your mounds, squeezing slightly. "Whenever I see them like this, it makes me wanna suck on them for days- fuck it, months."

Then his head was moving to the side, as he pressed fervent kiss after fervent kiss to your exposed breast. You clutched on tight to his blonde locks as soon as his mouth hovered over your hardened peak. His breath was hot against your gooseflesh, making you shake with unchecked want.

"I'd let you too," you sighed just as his tongue poked out between his mouth and came in contact with your bare skin. "If I could live the rest of my days with your face buried in my tits, I probably would do it in a heartbeat..." You felt yourself beginning to slip off the cliffside in that moment, as his teeth grazed your nub, sharp canines sinking into your skin while his hot mouth fit around your cleavage perfectly.

"Fuck- pretty sure you're gonna be the death of me, baby doll," his mutter jolted across your flesh, sending flashes of white-hot bliss to dance through your veins. His head was moving after that, focusing on your other tit while his hand played with the one he had just had his attention on.

Expert fingers pulled and tugged, twisting and soothing. You felt the warmth rising into your cheeks, and as you closed your eyes, you swore you saw little stars dance across your vision from the way that his head was buried so well between your cleavage.

"D-Daddy, I can't-" You were suddenly begging, hands wrapping around his locks and pushing his face closer to your skin.

He was drawing away from you at that, lips wet and a little puffy from the abuse that he was giving to your tits alone. Dragging a finger across the line of your jaw, he played with your bottom lip for what felt like the millionth time that day, all the while flashing you one of those smirks.

The one he only used when he was especially turned on.

"I know baby girl, I know..." He gave you a teasing pout, just before he was tipping into your form and his lips were nearing yours. "You want Daddy to make it all better, yeah? Want me to use my cock on you now?" His mouth fit around yours, his tongue dipping between your teeth and tasting you.

You moaned into him, loving the way he met your grinding midway. The two of you were moving in perfect sync to the music softly playing from the speakers. And as his tongue lapped at yours, you could faintly sense one of his hands leaving your hip, traveling to the waistline of your shorts and sliding down the front of them.

Chan swallowed whole the shuddered gasp that fled from deep inside of you as you felt his fingers toy with you, running along the line of your panties before he was dipping in. Then you were turned into a shaking mess of limbs and whines, as he slipped his hand close to your throbbing core, thumb circling your sensitive bud, pressing into it and drawing senseless figures while another one of his long fingers toyed with your entrance.

His lips moved away from yours, a string of saliva following in the wake of your separation. Slowly, his mouth came over the shell of one of your ears, teeth gently grazing your lobe as he said in that dark voice of his, "Hmm- already so nice and wet for me... you're gonna take me real easy tonight, yeah, dollface?"

Your head was bobbing up and down in silent agreement, a string of breathless cries flooding from your lips at the feeling of two of his fingers sinking into your essence. You moved around his hand, swiveling your hips in a rhythm that matched the beat of the sensual song playing in the background.

Yanking a little harder at his bleached roots, you forced him to peer up at you. Catching the way his eyes were hooded and the shadows of the room danced across the sharpness of his cheekbones and nose, you could take a pretty good guess as to how close he was too. And he wasn't even inside you yet.

"N-No more teasing, Daddy... please." You knew he loved all of the begging. He admitted to such a thing early on at the start of your relationship. If there was one thing you could get away with in bed, it was begging. Do a little light groveling for him and his cock, and he was all yours.

In the next beat, he was ripping his hand away from your soaking core, hands making quick work of his sweatpants and boxers. Soon, his shirt was off too, showcasing his toned abs and biceps. Once he was finished shucking off his pants, he turned his focus back on you, lifting a suggestive eyebrow your way.

"Go on, kitten- stroke it." He motioned with a single tilt of his head downwards, and your eyes followed his gesture until you came in contact with him. All throbbing seven and a half inches of him, tip already puffed red and leaking out precum.

You gulped around the lump steadily forming in your throat, your lips already parting in silent want as your eyes traced the long vein that ran up the length of him. He was utter perfection and a sight to truly behold. His half-naked form always left you breathless, no matter how many times you had seen him.

Without another word spoken between the two of you, you reached forward, hands coming around his rigidness. Instantly, upon contact, he threw his head back against his chair, moaning out in that husky voice of his.

Slowly, you began to stroke up and down, pulling and squeezing only slightly. You could feel him practically swelling underneath your fingertips, as he neared his release. And just when you thought he couldn't take any more of it, your boyfriend was clawing at your bare hips, guiding your body so that your entrance was sitting just above his cock.

"Fuck- I love your body so much," he growled, as he helped you get into position. And as you began to sink down onto him, his eyes tore open and met your gaze. The emotion you found there - of pure love and adoration - did something funny to your stomach. Cast butterflies across your entire system, making you feel all floaty inside. "Love every inch of you- every curve, every dip, every dimple."

As the words fell from his lips, you were beginning to move against him, hips making languid circles, pushing back and forth to feel the tip of him hit that spot deep inside of you. Chan worked against you, thrusting up between your folds and steadily helping to build the rising release inside of you.

"Yeah- just like that," he groaned out, face flushed a dark red colour from the way you fit around him so perfectly. The wet sounds of the two of you moving together in tandem cast a whole new form of lewdness over the track that was playing in the very background. Made everything so much more hotter. "Taking me so well- this pussy was fucking made for me."

You clawed desperately at his shoulders, nails raking down his proud, muscular back. He met each one of your movements by plunging so far into you, you could feel your insides melting from how badly your orgasm was approaching.

"You feel so good, holy shit, I-" You began to say but froze up from the feeling of Chan moving the two of you again. And soon, he was frantically pushing aside the things on his desk that was just behind you, shoving his keyboard aside as he grabbed onto your hips and hoisting you up onto the lacquered wood.

You had no time to catch your breath then, as he was wrapping your legs around his torso and beginning to plunge into you on a whole different level. Before, riding him had been languid and sensual. But this new position was ravenous and wild.

And as his cock reached all new places inside of you, you faintly sensed the feeling of a thumb pressing against your bundle of nerves, rubbing incessantly there to drive you closer to the edge.

"You said you were jealous of the Stays that fangirled over my producing form, right?" He ground out, pounding into you so irrevocably hard that you could do nothing but hold on for dear life. Nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders, you bounced against him with each push and pull. "But you know that there's no one else for me, kitten. You're still my favourite girl."

That had you crying out in white-hot bliss, as he fucked into you a little rougher, thumb rubbing at your clit a little faster. Your hips moved on their own accord, meeting his rocking halfway and driving you so close to the cliffside of orgasm.

Your boyfriend bent down towards you then, tongue tracing the line of your lips as he gave you a feverish kiss. "Want you to say it, yeah? Tell me that you know." The tip of him hit into that gooey spot with every other breath that you took, and it was hard to even focus on what he was asking of you.

Even still, you managed to control your bearings. Over the curses and cries that had been flowing from your lips unbidden for the last half hour, you spoke up. "I-I'm still your favourite girl." You said in a desperate plea, head tipping back in pure ecstasy and eyes rolling into the back of your skull from how good he was making you feel.

"Say it again."

Another couple of frantic pumps.

"I'm still your favourite girl."

"Again!"

At this point, he was ordering loudly in that gravelly voice of his, one hand digging into your hip so tightly, you were sure you'd see bruises there the next day. Meanwhile, the other was busy between your legs, working you up to a total and complete frenzy while his cock fucked you right open.

"I'm still your favourite girl!" You screamed out in a strangled moan, your quickly-approaching orgasm making everything cast in a film of red haziness and confusion.

"Good..." Your boyfriend praised, stroking into you with sloppy movements as he approached his high. "Such a good girl for me... my special, pretty girl." He was buried so deep you could feel him turn completely rigid as he finally approached release. "Now come for me, baby doll..."

And that was all you needed to hear.

Instantly, you let yourself go, riding the wave of pure, cosmic euphoria.

It shook you to your entire core, making your limbs jelly-like and boneless.

It blew galaxies across your screwed-shut eyes, forcing out moan after countless moan as you allowed the orgasm to course through your veins in fiery red heat.

And the singlemost part that sent you over the edge completely was the feeling of Chan finding his release too - the explosion of whiteness coating your very walls.

Everything was so warm-

Your cheeks,

Your heart,

Your limbs,

Your pussy.

It felt like you had been dipped into a vat of eternal fire, and your boyfriend was the tinder to the match.

Chan was a groaning mess above you, thrusts turning sloppy and shallow as he rode out his high. And when you were both finished, he didn't pull out quite yet.

You cracked your eyes open to catch a glimpse of him gazing down between the two of you, eyes still filled with so much lust and love.

"What?" You asked hesitantly, shifting in your spot on the edge of the wooden desk. "Did I do something wrong or-"

Chan's eyes flicked up to you then, and they softened exponentially. "No- no. I was just admiring this sight... your pussy so full of my cum. Almost makes me want to fuck it back into you right here and now..." He let his voice trail off in a light tone.

You knew how much he loved to breed you. He did it almost every single night. And you loved it too- playing with such a taboo and 'dirty' thing, even though you knew you were on birth control.

He wasn't the only one who got a high from it all.

So you opened your legs up a little more for him, already feeling the stiffness of him coming back, his tip nudging that warm spot deep inside of you.

"Well?" You wiggled your hips a little bit, just taunting him for good measure. You flashed him your best smirk, the one he always gave you. "What're you waiting for, Daddy?"

The toothy grin that spread across his mouth then made your head skip a beat. Made the butterflies burst against your stomach and float up into your bloodstream.

"Have I ever told you how much I fucking love you?" He mused, lips coming close to hover over yours again.

You shrugged nonchalantly, like the position the two of you were in was anything but risky and sensual. "You could stand to mention it a few more times."

Then, just as he was tilting back in to give you another breathtaking kiss, he was muttering in that rumbly voice of his that he knew drove you crazy. "Well then- I fucking love you."

And just like that, you were turned into a giggling little schoolgirl, fangirling over her school crush. All the while, Chan began to shift against you again, hardening cock beginning to fuck his seed right back into your aching cunt.

It was enough to make you forget about everything,

The hate,

The heartbreak,

And all of the anxiety.

It didn't matter if the respite would only last for a little while - only for a single night.

Because if Chan's version of 'soothing your worries away' entailed his cock being buried deep inside of you for hours at a time, you weren't going to complain.

Nope, not one bit.

Fin.

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Can you write a filth/smut oneshot about the OC getting ready for a bath but can’t find anything to put their hair up. Then Bi Han being the so cool (haha I had too lmao 🤣) he kisses the OC & puts a hand behind their head, creating an ice hair clip. Then bam, the filth/smut bath scene begins. 😂 Btw I love your stories/oneshots, you are so talented. Thank you for giving us Bi Han content since he doesn’t get as much love. 💙

I apologize for this taking forever lovely, but hopefully it’s worth the wait! So, under the cut we have a lovely little drabble about the reader (you) trying to take a bath, but guess who gets in her way? Bi-Han! Ding Ding Ding! Correct! It’s short and smutty, hopefully y’all enjoy my new approach to things! As always likes, comments, reblogs, dms etc. are always appreciate! Oh I almost forgot! A very lovely Chinese reader was kind enough to point out people don’t really use qīn ^^; oops? So, per their suggestion I switched it to qin’ai de! Still a term of affection, so hopefully no one’s too thrown off!

You sigh happily as your feet sink into the hot, relaxing waters of the outside bathes in the Lin Kuei Temple. The warm water was such a delicious luxury as you spent most of your time in the frigid company of your lover, the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, Sub-Zero. “Now where did I put it,” you mumble to yourself as your hands grope around the foggy bath floor searching for your hair clip.

“Misplace something qīn’ai de?” Bi-Han’s deep voice cuts through the fog as deeply as the blast of cold that surrounds his arrival.

You shiver and wrap your arms around your bare body, “polar bear, what are you doing here? You hate the outdoor baths.”

“I had some free time and decided to seek out your lovely company,” he smirks, producing a glittering hair clip out of ice to keep your hair from soaking in the mineral-rich waters. His cold hands skim across your shoulders and neck as he twists your hair up before clipping it in place.

You shiver involuntarily from the chill the cryomancer brings and it causes heat to bubble up in your stomach as his icy touch ignites a fire in your core. You moan softly at his uncharacteristically gentle touch and lean back into him against his hard, flawless body. “Care to join me?” You whisper in a sweet invitation.

“In that boiling hot mess? No way,” he crinkles his nose up in distaste at your proposal. “I figured we could have fun here though,” his smirk turns predatory as he drags your body effortlessly out of the water and pins you against the smooth, rocky ledge.

The grandmaster wastes no time in removing his complicated uniform instead he opts to pull out his cold hard cock from his pants and slots it between your legs as if it was demanding entry into your warmth. “I know you’re ready for me aren’t you my little whore,” he purrs and you moan at the way he demeans you.

You spread your legs in response and it isn’t long before his cold cock is opening up your tight hole, the stretch and burn feel indescribable as you gasp and cling to him. The sensation feels electrifying in the hot misty air of the bath house as you’re chilled from the inside out. Bi-Han gives you no time to adjust to his enormous length as he pushes until he’s seated in you balls deep, you let out a hoarse cry.

“Sorry qin’ai de, I’m in between important meetings,” he apologizes with a chaste kiss as his cold hands grasp at your steam-soaked thighs. The rhythm he sets is hard and punishing, and you cry out with each thrust.

“Polar Bear,” you cry pitifully as he fucks you hard against the slippery rocks, each thrust opening you up, turning you on, causing you to soak his pants with your want. You pant and whine his name as he continues with his onslaught, thrusting hard and fast in your tight, wet hole. You can barely breathe between the foggy air and the immense pleasure Bi-Han wrought upon you, “I-I…” you begin as you scratch at his bulging biceps as your toes curl and the coil of pressure in your core threatens to burst.

He reaches an icy hand in between the two of you and strokes your clit in time with his questing hips, “that’s a good girl, who’s my good little slut?” He purrs and it’s all over in an instant.

You shout his name loudly, not caring who was in the vicinity to hear you as you tumble over the edge, you nearly sob as your release floods you with wave after wave of pleasure. You release gushes from your pussy as Sub-Zero rams into you over and over again, his grunts of pleasure growing in volume.

He whispers your name against your ears as he stills deep inside you and with a great heave and shudder of his body you feel the familiar sensation of cold, viscous cum filling every nook and cranny of your spent pussy. You let out a weak moan as your body shudders in response as you cling to him for all your worth, the grandmaster turns to you, sweat dripping down his face due to the warmth of the baths. “Fuck, qin’ai de, fuck,” he pants softly coming down from his high.

“Brother, are you in here?” The two of you freeze as you hear Kuai Liang’s voice calling for his older brother.

“Be there in a minute, just uh finishing getting dressed,” Bi-Han calls back, doing his best to not alert his younger brother to the situation at hand. He presses a cold kiss to your lips as he slips out of your warmth, his release trickling down your plush thighs as you try and come back to yourself. “I’ve got to go now,” he whispers as he tucks his softened cock back into his pants.

You don’t reply for fear of Kuai Liang’s keen ears picking up on your voice as you slide down the rocks and nod at him. You watch as he makes his way out of the baths as you sit there a moment longer, “aw fuck now I have to wash off again,” you lament to yourself as you make your way back inside to wash the sticky cum off your thighs so you can finally enjoy your bath.

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ghostmaldo · 9 months ago

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₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟNanami x GN!Reader ₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟ

₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟSide walk rule ₊˚ʚ 💙 ₊˚✧ ﾟ

Because he totally would and I had to read what happened to this man, watch it be animated and then watch it AGAIN with my nephew. And I was not prepared each and every single time! So to help cope with his uh… accident, I’m going to pretend it never happened and instead write this cute little fic. Still GN because I feel as if anyone who is Nanami’s love interest is def not walking next to the side walk with him around. So there! End report.

Music while writing (I’M SORRY ITS SAD I NEEDED IT AND ITS GOOD): https://youtu.be/PeW7qRy4Ng0?si=y60zePjuRmo9Hqki

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Now, on to the show.

No warnings, just some fluff

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“Uuuugggh It’s too early for this.” They groaned miserably while dragging their feet along the concrete. Tired eyes barely open and a long yawn escaping their lips. While their fellow Jujutsu Sorcerer walked along side them, wide awake with his head held straight. At least one of them was conscious for this meeting at this ungodly hour. “Come along (Y/N). The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave.”

They groaned once again. Raising their hands up to their eyes to attempt to rub the sleep out of them. It didn’t work. “Kento, you tell me that everytime we have one of these stupid meetings and every time Gojo always make it his *job* to make sure we stay so much longer then we need to.” It was Nanami’s turn to let out a small displeased groan. Knowing very well they were right by their statement. “It was worth a shot.” He grimaced.

(Y/N) walked a few steps… and halted suddenly. Looking to one side of them, they noticed Nanami standing a couple steps behind them. Unmoved and a look of concentration forming on his brows. “Nanami? Is everything alright?” They asked innocently, near too sweet for their own good. The sound of their voice caused Nanami to come back to the present. Abruptly shaking his head as his steps resumed as if nothing had happened. However, they watched as he walked toward them, arm extending out to snag them by the elbow and delicately pull them away from the busy street. Replacing himself in their place. Then, he motioned for their arm to wrap around his bicep, encouraging them to walk with him. Their eyes were wide with bewilderment, gazing at him with admiration. After the shock subsided, a wide smile ballooned onto their face. They buried their face into his shoulder; lovingly enough to cause the man to blush lightly.

“Your so sweet Ken~” He huffed at the nickname. Never would he ever allow anyone else to call him by such a sickingly sweet name. But for you? Well… he supposed he’d let it slide. “You should never walk next to the busy street. Not while I’m here at least.” He stated flatly, pushing his glasses up further onto his face to distract himself from utter cheesiness he was spewing. Gojo would taunt him relentlessly if he ever saw an inkling of this behavior. Which was one of the reasons he reserved this sort of mannerisms for the time he shared with their partner alone. And it just made things sweeter for (Y/N).

“Maybe after the meeting, if we have time, we could go to the bakery for coffee and maybe a treat?” The idea peeked Nanami’s interested. His blue icy eyes flickered over to them. A warm smiling playing at the corners of his lips. “Maybe, if you can manage to stay awake the whole meeting.”

“Awww Nanami noooo.” They whined dramatically, playing pulling on the mans arm. “They always talk about such boring things, it’s not my fault!”

“Then I suppose no treats for you then.”

“Nanaaaammiiiin, you’re so meeeaaan!”

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navybrat817 · 1 year ago

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What would florist!bucky do if he saw some guy not-so-gently grab your arm at some party when you decline the guys invitation to dance? 🫣

It's hard to imagine that sweet teddy bear anything but sweet but I bet he would turn into a grizzly 🤭

Oh, our sweet florist wouldn't appreciate anyone grabbing you. Not. One. Bit.

*****

"I'm sorry. My boyfriend is actually waiting for me, but thank you for asking," you smiled at the guy who blocked your path and asked for a dance. The scowl that replaced his smile made your stomach sink slightly. "Excuse me."

You stiffened when the guy grabbed your arm. "Playing hard to get?" he asked when you tried to pull free from his grasp. "Uptight bitch. Bet you don't even have a boyfriend."

"He's right here."

You hadn't seen Bucky walk across the room, but you were glad he did as he grabbed the guy's hand and yanked him away. You also hadn't seen his expression ever look so cold. It wasn't a look you ever expected to see from your sweet florist.

"This isn't any of your business. She's-"

"She isn't playing hard to get. She's not interested. Instead of taking the hint and walking away, you upset her," he explained. You glanced down and saw the metal fingers tighten. "I don't like seeing my girl upset."

Oh, shit.

"Let go of my hand, asshole," the guy snapped, but his brows pinched like he was in pain.

"You didn't listen when she told you to back off. Why should I listen to you?" he asked calmly. He didn't raise his voice, but his icy tone and stance were intimidating. He didn't give the guy a chance to say anything else. "No. Don't even think about saying another word to her. Walk away. Now."

The guy clutched his hand as he stumbled away, but you paid no attention to him. Your eyes were on Bucky as he gently inspected your arm. "I'm okay," you promised when he opened his mouth to ask, loving him even more for defending you.

"He shouldn't have touched you," he whispered, ice still in his tone and tension in his shoulders.

"Why don't you dance with me and make me forget all about it?" you offered before leaning in close. "Or you could take me to the bathroom and I get on my knees to thank you."

He did both.

*****

Love and thanks! 💙

#navybrat answers #what would bucky do?#ask game #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #florist!bucky barnes x reader #florist!bucky barnes #florist and petal #bucky barnes headcanon #newgirlintheneighborhood #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated #thanks for playing!

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marleysfinest · 2 months ago

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Oh, Muvva, I hope I'm not too late for the festivities! You deserve nothing but the best in light of such a stupendous tumblr milestone! 🥰🥰🥰

Now as to the shoutouts! Apologies on the length, I got a lot of love to get off my chest

@strawberrystepmom: Kendy, you are one of the kindest, sweetest, most gorgeous girly pops I have had the pleasure of interacting with!💖💖💖 Your daily messages and OOTDs always brighten my day, Pip is an adorable little man, and your anecdotes of Suguru and the Meow Meow Mansion are such a treat!

@quiveringdeer Nat, you queen among queens!🧡🧡🧡 You and Kendy both inspired me to take the plunge and make a tumblr! You're so nice and encouraging, I love hearing about your work with nature and seeing all your gorgeous paintings and crafts!

@shaanks Av, you beautiful tropical red-hairloving fish! 💕🐠 Your compassion knows no bounds, I love getting to chat with you about One Piece and movies and how our days have been going. I already liked Shanks before we met, but you've made me love him even more!

@majesticenbypancake Jaaaae, if I could carry you around with me in my pocket all day like a little gerbil and offer you biscuits to eat, I would! 😭💜💜💜 You light up my DMs with your jokes and stories and exquisite cosplays, and I have wept tears of both joy and agony from all the wonderful Killer songs you've sent me!

@mjrtaurus My fellow Crocodile enthusiast!!!! 🐊💕💕💕 Did you know that I giggle and kick my feet whenever I see you in my inbox? You have one of the best grasps of Crocodile's character and you're incredibly sweet!

@inzendino Whether it's Devil Fruit switch-ups, facts about other franchises, little What Ifs?, or fun prompts, you always keep my ask box supplied with some real gems and I thank you so very much for that! 🥰🥰🥰

@lycanthropemaul Maul, I hope you know that every time I see a ferret, a vintage plushie, a vintage plushie of a ferret, or Garfield, I think of you! You're so kind and gentle and I love talking critters with ya! And ofc the Pop and Punk pics! 🥹🥹🥹 Man, I wish tumblr had a ferret emoji

@preciousgaby Cross Guild lovers all the way!!! 💙💛💚 Ping-ponging ideas about these old men and their growing family with you brings me truckloads upon truckloads of serotonin!

@erwinswings You are one of the most knowledgeable herpetologists I know, on top of having some awesome OCs (shout-out to Fox and his legions of geckos!🦎🦎🦎🦎🦎🦎) and I always look forward to Zeke pics on my dash!

@quinloki On top of having some of the best Kid Pirate takes I've ever seen, you're such a kind soul and the fact that we are moots is something I'm incredibly grateful for. Also the puns. The PUNS! 👏👏👏

@swampstew RAVEEEEEN! Your versions of the Kid Pirates are sublime and funny and they have me barking like a wound-up terrier omg they so foine! 🥵🥵🥵 Rowena is the most badass witch to ever witch, KillerCook is delectable in every sense of the word, and I always look forward to watching the Kid shrine grow

@icy-spicy How does it feel to have the honor of #1 Shriek stan? 🦇🦇🦇 Getting to have the filthiest thoughts about Killer and Beckman and so many other fictional men with you is a dream come truuuuue!

And that's barely even half of all the friends and moots that I cherish so very much, but I know this ask is already running long. 😅

Happy 500, Muvva! Mwahmwahmwah! 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

cas u are never too late to share the luv!! 💓💓💓

spread the love with muvva’s feel good 500!

#feelgood500 #asks

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gur0hana · 2 months ago

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could i have kaito vocaloid npts? tyy!!

NAMES

Karina, Kacey/Kacie, Kasper, Kaden, Kadence, Kader, Kadi, Kadmos, Kae, Kairo, Kaiser, Kaison, Kaiti, Kaitlin, Kaj, Kaja, Kalervo, Kalev, Kalliope/Kalliopi, Kallisto, Kalysta, Kameron, Kamilla

PRONOUNS

sing/song/voice/tech/ai/blue/sky/soar/fly/cyan/bright/ocean/ice/icecream/sweet/🌊/🍧/🍨/🎼/🎤/��/💙/🎵/🎶

TITLES

the blue-haired idol, the cyan singer, the sky-blue performer, [prn] with a cutting-edge voice, [prn] who sings for all, [prn]’s icy sweet voice, ice cream idol, frosty performer, [prn] with a sweet tooth

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du-buk · 2 years ago

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8:11 Q&A Part 4

Thank you all for the questions once again! 💙💙💙🦭

General asks;

Hmmm...... I’ve dabbled in the arts of some trans headcanons(Vittorino, for one lol), but, I’ve never made anything official. My only transgender-canon character is for another project, who fans might know him as Ambrosio, but his name will be changed in the future. That being said....... do whatever you please, anons 👍✨ If you want to draw and/or write the entire cast as trans, then, just have fun and share your theories! I’m sure many others would enjoy those things, so, who is to stop you?

No worries anon, thank you for asking! All is okay, as long as these things are made with positive intentions 👍✨ If anyone does make bigotry things of 8:11, the best we can do is just ignore it and move on.

I am 100% okay with that! Just have fun, and be creative 👍✨ I don’t know much about these things but it seems nice.

Hmmm......

Ever since the rumors, disappearances, and strange supernatural occurrences, religion in Rosso is on unsteady grounds. The bastardization of Catholicism and Christianity in 8:11 might have some shared holidays, and a few made up ones, so Christmas might be a thing. Is it celebrated by the people in Rosso? Highly doubt it. Plus, I’m sure there are other holidays being celebrated by some characters...

Ryker and Leon might have celebrated something similar to it in France, but, couldn’t afford presents for each other:( If Christmas WAS celebrated in Rosso, it would be a holiday surrounding gift-giving and cherishing family and loved ones, etc etc. But with much less snow (but lots of icy cold winds and rain), warm cookies made by Accardi, Vittorino getting more scarves from Amalia, and everyone most likely spent the holiday at Gabriel’s house. Everyone falls asleep accidentally in one big pile, under some warm blankets, and by the fire place:)

Thank you for playing! I’m glad you enjoyed the game. I hope part 2 intrigues you!

Are you referring to this video?

This is not an alternate ending! This was just something random I made for the release of the game. There’s only one ending for the first game, as, the second game takes place right after the first game.

Ryker;

Ohh..... Honey flower is very cute....... I think Accardi would love giving nicknames to his partners, and does it naturally out of habit.

Ryker is caught off guard by it, at first, but warms up to it. Eventually Ryker will call Accardi nicknames, and Accardi would love it all so much......

Secretly though, Ryker will never tell Accardi that the best they could come up with was just calling Accardi random French items/flowers/etc.

No worries! I pronounce it differently from time to time, but, I think the French pronunciation would be “more fitting”?

To be fair, I think Ryker would state their name to the people in Rosso, but, everyone might pronounce it incorrectly. (And it makes them upset hahha)

I believe it was this, but, I might be wrong anon!

Leon;

Is this a creative work around to get spoilers? Cleaver idea anon, but, you’re not fooling me.

No worries anon! Thanks for enjoying the game!

We do not know exactly why Dante killed Leon. There’s a lot of mystery surrounding this; why Dante killed Leon, and who exactly Dante (and Leon?) are. Any tie-ins with Francis are unclear too.

Dante hmmmmm...... I don’t know if he would care about sweets in general. But if he HAD to eat one........he would prefer dark.

Accardi+Vittorino+Juliek+Susan;

Errrrmmmmm maybe. Or maybe he will trip and fall down a flight of stairs and never be seen again. Who knows! :)

Hmmm.... Good luck anon! Accardi and Juliek have never met the Francis we know of. Technically. Accardi might have an idea, but, Juliek most likely has forgotten who that was since he wasn’t so connected to the Basilica.

Hmm........ever wonder how Ryker hasn’t had the chance yet to ask Juliek if he knows anyone by the name Francis or Dante yet? Strange, isn’t it?

1. Uhmmm....... Well. I usually don’t feel inspired to draw hair, so, if you had an idea for his entire outfit then I might hahahah. Or money. Commissions are always open. 😏

2. Uhmmm........ Who knows! Sorry. Maybe naming conventions are different in this universe. Kinda funny. But I’ll never tell.

Possibly, for streamers. But also, the sex scene will be so surreal and not show that much penis and what not. But my stories are also unapologetically LGBT, and that includes unapologetically having gay sex. ✌️

Others;

Those two guys? Those two little fellas? Hmmmmmm perhaps. :) Maybe, maybe not. If they want to return they will find a way.

Hmmm.....I have thought of changing Wankou’s tattoos actually!

I think Dakota just likes traditional tattoos, and will place whatever he thinks is “cool” on him. Every tattoo gets meaning for him,whether because Wankou did it for him, or, the inspiration behind the tattoo reminds him of his family/a happy memory. The millipede and scorpion were most likely chosen because they were “just cool”, nothing more to it, hahahah.

I would like to change Wankou’s tattoos to something below, or a more “black out” look.

#811 #8:11 #811 game #asks #spoilers

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gojos-thot-patrol · 1 year ago

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You're not upset about the way Sukuna talks about love?

I mean not really weirdly enough?? I think it's cause how I write him is very different from Canon. I can recognize that the Sukuna that lives in my head is very diffrent from the Sukuna that lives in Geges, and that's okay lol.

If anything, it gives me the opportunity to write tooth rottingly sweet fluff where the reader changes his mind and any pre-conceptions he had about love (which is my shit btw!)

At the end of the day, I'm here to have fun, and I won't let cannon stop me from doing that lmao. As far as I'm concerned, Nanami, Gojo, and Geto are all still alive and hang out regularly. And Sukuna is a fucking dick but he's a dick that's just waiting for someone special (someone like you 💙💙) to come and warm his icy heart.

I find I have a lot more fun in most of my fandoms that way.

Tldr: Canon is just a suggestion, and I politely refuse 💙

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #the thot speaks #whats up nonny?#thots on partol

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zeniblesstsu · 10 days ago

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Something new I’m working on! Check it out <3

Americano

SKZ| Lee Felix 💙

How did I get here? A milkshake in my hand, I burritoed myself away under my fluffy white duvet. Nali stands over my head, hands on her petite hips, her permed crinkled blonde bob shakes in disapproval. A shy smile plays at my pale pink lips. The question she was asking bouncing around my already full brain.

“I don’t know what you mean…” it was quiet. She gently kneels onto my bed and slyly pushed my phone that is in my other hand down. I watch, my muscles relaxing, allowing her to do so.

“In here. In a funk. I can practically see smoke coming from your ears. Your brain is working overtime. More than usual! And according to the milkshake I just brought you, it’s nothing good.” Her sweet voice is somehow caring and teasing at the same time. I just brush her off, continuing my act of playing dumb.

“Hea. Don’t make me get Min Jun.” The absence of nicknames sends a shiver down my spine. Min Jun was a force to be reckoned with, she somehow knew me more than I knew myself.

“Noooo,” I whined out sitting up instantly. I knew my options now, and so did Nali. Tell her, or have Min-Jun come read me like a bedtime story from her childhood. Without a word I hand the faux blonde my phone, not having to unlock it for her as she already knew the password. Nali takes the phone happily and unlocks it to see what brought on my “funk.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes. She scrolls through numerous negative comments on one of my most recent dance videos.

“They’re just jealous!” Comes her quick defense. That’s what I loved about Nali, and the other two girls that I was in group with. We will gladly fight anyone for each other.

“Yes, because I believe those commenters definitely want to be worked to their graves, no privacy, and haters.” I roll my eyes again.

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” She counters, pushing the phone back in my face after typing on it for a second. It takes my tired eyes, and brain, a second to connect so that I can process the photo being shoved in my face. It was taken 3 days ago before our “vacation.” An award ceremony, P4ssion was nominated and won an award that night. The photo of me was taken from my left, showing my shy smile, left hand pushing some of my burgundy hair behind my ear, my right hand preoccupied being buried in the, only slightly, larger hand of a fellow idol.

My heart jumps in my chest. This other idol happened to be no one other than Lee Felix. There was no mistaking his icy blonde locks and those sharp eyes, blue contacts in. His face was split into a big grin. My eyes slide to his group mate to his left, my right. Bang Chan. He’s mid word, speaking to me and Felix, dimples on full display causing anyone in a 100 mile radius swoon. The photo cuts off as I see part of Kwan Mee, my other group mate, laughing at something the two boys, Hyujin and I.N, in front of her said. My eyes slide down the caption, “P4ssion X Stray Kids!! #1 Girl Group & #1 Boy Group…”

Nali waits for it to click, and only speaks when our eyes connect over the phone. This is why we are not supposed to tough the opposite sex. “They want to be you for more than popularity and looks, but because of the obvious chemistry between you and Felix in this photo.” My sharp laugh cuts her soon to be rant off.

“There’s no chemistry. We just shared congratulatory words… in a very English way. Handshakes are professional in America. Nothing more.” My hand pushes the phone out of my face, milkshake forgotten on my night stand. My stomach turns at the thought of it now.

Nali huffs out a mad pout and crawls, rather quickly might I add, over me. Sitting on my lower stomach as my upper half is bent against my beds headboard. The once comfortable position, not so much now. Her tiny cold hands grab my face on either side, squishing it together. My protests fall on deaf ears.

“Our haters are our biggest fans! Don’t listen to them Hea-eonni!!” She shouts in my face. I cringe back at the high decibels.

“Jung Nali.” the warmer, stern, voice of reason is now standing at my bedroom door. Nali’s head pops up, her back straightening, turning over her shoulder.

“Minnie tell Hea-Hea that she doesn’t need to listen to the meanies!” Nali is the baby of the group, if the whining and pouting didn’t give it away, her baby face did.

Not that I would have protested, but the menacing blonde pushed my face towards the group leader. Her slim, tone body on display in her sports bra and sweat pants. She was absolutely gorgeous, long, dark, pin straight hair cascades down her back falling just above her plump bottom. Min Jun was a fierce, caring leader. She loved to work out, and if it wasn’t for the standards we had to keep up with, she’d have a six pack. I knew they were there, just right under the skin and if she moved just right they’d show through. This was the play for the rest of her as well.

“While you are correct,” her calm voice gets closer. “You shouldn’t squish her like that.” She stops at the edge of the bed. Nali lets go of my face with a scoff. A sigh leaves from deep within my chest at the relief. Before I can thank her, Min Jun takes to pinching my cheeks. I squeal in protest wiggling to get away. In my struggles I don’t miss the small “weee!” Nali giggles out as I jostle her around with my ‘thrashing’. Minnie lets go of my cheeks after a few painful seconds with her own laughter.

As I’m taking deep life filling breaths, a hand is proposed to me with the best thing to exist. My headphones. Not ear buds, but one piece, across the top of your head, ear hugging headphones.

“Wanna let off some steam?” Minnie knows me so well, I swoon. Pushing the small girl off of me, I hop up with enthusiasm. I don’t miss the small “oof!” that come from the young member as she lands at the end of my bed.

“Min-eonni always knows how to get Hea-Hea out of bed.” She nods in approval, recovering from her gentle tumble. “Well, if you two are going to the studio. I’ll go help Kwannie with dinner!” She scurries out of my room and into the kitchen. Min Jun is already headed out of my room. I grab my phone from the now mess of my bed, looking to see if there are anymore notifications of importance. I only see the four faces of P4ssion looking back at me. I smile at the memory the photo brings.

We were drunk on happiness that night, we celebrated hitting top of the charts for the first time. We got a stranger to take our photo in .5x as we stand in a circle, all looking up slightly at the camera, all different expressions, pointers up symbolizing #1 low in the center. The picture is shaky, lighting is too bright from the flash, and our make-up is smeared from sweat and tears. It is pure happiness.

I also notice the small moon at the bottom of the screen, my phone has been put on ‘Do Not Disturb.’ Thanks, Nali.

I realize that I’m once again, not uncommonly, in my head. Min Jun is out of the door and probably in the kitchen by now. I shuffle quickly to catch up.

In my pursuit of catching up, I almost run smack into the taller women I was following. She has stopped in her tracks asking Kwan Mee when dinner was going to be done.

“Hitting the studio? Little HeaHea gotta lot on her mind?” Kwan Mee smirks a teasing smile, but I can see the concern in her eyes.

“Ha ha. Everyone point and laugh.” I mumble walking past Minnie, tapping my knuckles against Kwan Mee’s hand to let her know I was okay. It’s our thing. While on stage, in public, anywhere. We will check in this way, it’s subtle but has a huge meaning.

With that teasing look still on her face she responds, “30 minutes.” I’ve already made it to the stairs when I hear the words, nodding. Minnie isn’t far behind and makes a noise of acknowledgement.

Down the stairs is our dance studio, my favorite room in the house. I was quick to slip the headphones over my ears.

“You know how this works, hand it over.” Minnie stands in all her leadership glory, one hand out in front of her, the other placed on a hip.

“Yes ma’am.” I can feel the stress already starting to lift as my thought process swaps to the game we are about to play. My phone is in her hand and I take a few steps away, placing myself in front of the mirror wall. My headphones were already connected, she played a practice song so we can adjust the volume. Which has always confused me, because I like it all the way up. Once everything is adjusted, I give her a thumbs up signaling to her I was ready.

This was a game we always played when I needed to clear my head. I would give my group mate my phone, they’d pick a song and I’d dance. The catch was- I had to dance the original routine. If I didn’t know the routine, we had to swap and then I’d be in charge of song selection. When we first started playing the game, I hated swapping, so I took it upon myself to learn many different routines left and right. Sometimes we’d have everyone join, and then one would have headphones, while two wouldn’t and the other would be on song patrol. The two without headphones would have to guess what song was selected by the dance and join in. It was very fun and I loved every second of it.

I looked at Minnie through the mirror and I saw her looking through my songs. While I waited patiently for her to select a song, I glanced at myself in the tall mirrors. My black crop top sweater, with some worn off logo on it, moved with my bated breaths, exposing my pale tight belly to the world. In America, I’d be laughed at for how pale I was, but here it was something they found attractive. Not that I’d be super dark anyhow. My dad was of Scottish decent, sharing his ginger hair with me, that I dyed any ways. With that thought, my green eyes slide up to the freckles dusted across my nose. These are the only times I see them now-a-days. I can’t look “too American” my manager said to me.

My eyes continue to roam my figure. I noticed then, the sweat pants I am wearing were a bit big, pooling at my feet. For someone who loves to dance, I am the most clumsy person I know. With that in mind I quickly roll the waistband over twice, bringing the bottoms off the ground. I am back in ready position just in time to hear the beat of a song start.

I immediately recognize the opening. My eyes meet Minnie’s playful ones in the mirror. She’s either trying to kill me or she knows what had me all messed up and is now just teasing. I had a strong suspicion it was the latter because the girls love to tease me.

Teasing or not my body starts to move on its own. This song was muscle memory. My favorite. It got my heart pumping, blood rushing, sweat producing. It was a very energetic song. It also had many moving parts due to its many members.

Lee Felix’s voice erupts from the speakers, a deep “Maniac” crawls over my skin. Even though I loved to watch myself in the mirror, I lock eyes with Minnie behind me. My body knowing exactly what to do as it follows the dance pattern of Hyujin. I mouth a breathless easy, and I know she sees it because an evil glint flashed across her eyes. She knows the song would take a lot of stamina if I didn’t control it properly. But this time, I’m not singing so I can focus on my breathing. It’s almost too easy.

Seconds later the song is swapped. LALALA blasts from the headphones and it causes my body to stutter.

Not letting me finish a dance is the equivalent of not letting me release and Minnie knows this. She’s denying me right now. I grunt, and give my brain a second to recognize where we are in the song. It took me too long to regroup, and I can see the satisfied smirk on the devil herself.

Once I’m back in my grove, catching every step, my pattern is that of Han’s for this song. I watch as my hair swishes along with my head, across my face, headphones sliding slightly with the vigorous moves during the chorus. I can imagine the slaps of my feet on the hardwood floor, my labored breathing. This song wasn’t as much as the last, but tiring non the less. My glare isn’t missed by the leader as the song slows for a split second, my right hand comes up to do the little hand worm move; catching my breath.

I notice the ending coming up. I was already forming the threatening words on my tongue, but the song changes once again. I felt, not heard due to the new music blasting in my ears, mix between a scoff and a whine bubble from my throat. I could just stop and give her what she deserves, but I can’t. She’d win, and I’m pretty fucking competitive. My brain tries to place the song. GROWL.

My clumsy ass trips over my own fucking feet trying to change the pace, I’m pissed. I don’t let it stop me. I catch myself before my ass is plopped on the hardwood flooring. This song was definitely a let energetic song, more focused on the ‘sexy’ concept. If the lyrics didn’t give it away, the amount of times I have to grab the crotch of my sweats did. Working up a sweat, my body moves easily to the rhythm and memorized routine. I thought that this song was good for catching my breath, until I realize I’m humming along. Minnie knew I couldn’t resist singing this song and it dawns on me that’s why she chose this specific song. I drop to the floor, swinging my legs around, only to hop back up and continue.

Towards the ending, it gets to my favorite high note. With a deep breath in, I let out the note, but the song changes and this time it’s somewhere in the middle of the mystery song. My brain scrambles to catch up. My feet stop for a split second and it feels like I could collapse. Sweet Venom. Another sensual song. My hands are on my body, following along with all the moves, hips moving to the beat. When the chorus came, my pointer brushes my lips, my eyes glance back at Minnie behind me. Her eyes are flowing up my body, nodding. I see her prepare to swap the songs as she looks for another one.

Letting me almost get through all the songs played so far, I can guess we’ve been at this for give or take- 10 minutes. It’d be so easy to tap out. I don’t, of course. The last two songs letting me catch my breath some.

The song swaps after a few seconds and my muscle memory is on it again. GGUM. I don’t even look back at the devil torturing me. I quickly start to regret the decision to leave my hair down for the flare. It’s sticking to my skin in all the best, yet horrible ways. This song was fairly new to me, but I knew it had a move that lead into a drop split, only to bounce back up and I knew I wasn’t going to survive that. I hadn’t had time to practice, plus the fatigue that is starting to bear down on my body wouldn’t allow me to come back up so flawlessly. My hips snap in time with the music, choosing to repeat the first chorus pattern. If Minnie doesn’t agree with my decision, she doesn’t stop me.

I’m ready this time. She swap’s it. Chk Chk Boom. Another Stray Kid’s song. Minnie is out for blood! I get through the first chorus. It was the second time the chorus was playing, the move is one where you swing your right leg up and out, turning your body. This was my demise. I was used up. Tired, slick feet, I shift my weight with too much force, my body felt heavy. I swing my foot out too far causing me to fall forward, and my back foot holding my weight slips. Before my right foot can connect to the floor and steady myself, I’m falling. On instinct a squeal comes out, followed by an oof!

My hands shoot out to catch most of my impact. As I have been taught, I push back as soon as I feel them connect with the hardwood, jerking my body back and over. I roll, without much grace, over on my back spreading my legs out. My headphones have flown off in the mess of my clumsy chaos, already loose from the vigorous dancing. I can now hear my deep, labored gulps of air, along with the shrieking laughter of the Devil. My muscles scream at me as I lay splayed on the floor.

“Ar- Are y-you-“ more laughter. “O-o-okay?” My head lolls to the side, looking back at Min Jun. She is seated in the ground, arms wrapped around her stomach.

“Bitch.” The word comes out breathless, yet with so much venom. “Whore! Devil! Dumbass! Idiot! Asshole!” Whatever insult I could come up with is spit from my dry mouth.

I groan out, sitting up into a crisscross position after I have caught my breath. Min Jun is still laughing, but now she’s trying to crawl to me. With a scream, I’m scrambling up to get on my two left feet and trembling legs. Min Jun’s eyes widen and she screams, still laughing might I add, and she’s to her feet. I cut out sprinting for the dark haired devil, leg muscles screaming in agony. Of course she foresaw this and was already headed for the door.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you dead! That was cheap! You’re cheap!” My promises fall on deaf ears, Min Jun is already out the door and up the stairs- taking two at a time. I’m hot on her trail, reaching out to grab her shirt. She beats me to the top of stairs and zips to the left, all I see if the trail of that dark hair slip around the corner.

“Seoup Min Jun!!” I grab the corner of the wall, pulling my weight sharply to the left. I can see her laughing in the kitchen on the other side of the island that is placed smack dab in the middle. I’m making a bee line straight for her, but a pair of arms catch me, slamming me to a stop.

“Let me go so I can kill her!” I hear Kwan Mee laughing in my ear. I turn my head to my left, only centimeters away from my faux blue haired mate. She’s smiling and laughing quietly. Our eyes connect and she tries to hide that she is in fact, find this to be a laughing matter.

“No we need her. Who else will on take the responsibilities?” Kwan Mee, always a voice of reason… or teasing. I roll my eyes, snapping a glare to Min Jun. I can see Nali’s shoulders shaking with laughter as she is looking very interestedly at what was cooking in the pot on the stove.

“She didn’t play the game right! She was cheating.” It came out as a whine, once my arms settled in a cross over my chest. I was not really killer mad at Minnie, but I wasn’t pleased either.

“How so?” She pops a perfect eyebrow from across the kitchen.

“You didn’t let me finish a single dance, or have a break in between songs for that matter.” This time my voice was stronger, but snarky. Kwan Mee lets out a sarcastically loud gasp.

“That’s cheating Seoup Min Jun and you know that. It’s in the forbidden section in the games laws. Punishable by death I’m afraid.” Okay, now she was just plain making fun of me and I was not having any of it. A loud slap echos through the kitchen as my palm connects to the bare skinned arm still locking me in place around my waist.

“Harder!” My captor whines. I physically gag, pulling from her grasp.

“Ew.” I stomp to the counter to pour me a glass of much needed water. Kwan Mee just snickers and follows, brushing by me to help Nali with the dinner.

“You’re such a tease. That just worked me up more.” I grumble, putting the glass to my lips, gulping down the water.

“Well, you weren’t supposed to fall flat on your ass. That was supposed to be the big finish.” Minnie smiles slyly, setting the table for dinner.

“That’s our Hea-eonni! Clumsy as ever!” Nali giggles, still finding whatever is cooking very, very fascinating. I just roll my eyes and look to where I can be helpful. Minnie has the table set, and is starting to set up for a live I had forgotten about.

“Oh by the way, tomorrow field day, there is a change of plans.” Minnie mentions, out of nowhere.

“Hea, dinners ready.” Kwan Mee says, starting to plate everything. That was my cue to help, so I do just that and bring finished dishes to the table.

“How so? Does it have to do with the outfits we got today?” Nali was the one to respond, glancing out into the living space. I follow her line of sight to see that there is in fact, four new outfits hanging from the clothes rack we kept in the space.

“Well, location has changed, what we will be doing during the field day has changed, and apparently we will be guests. Essentially doing a collaboration video with another idol group. Something about it bringing in more fans, more money, more publicity.” Minnie says nonchalantly.

“Who’s the guest group?” I question, looking at the outfits trying to see if they would give me any clue.

“Well, apparently we are. We are their guests. Their managers came to ours and requested the video.” Minnie is sitting at the table, everything ready to start the live, but hasn’t hit the button yet. We all gather around the table, in our seats. The tablet we are using to do the live at the head, Kwan Mee to its right, with me beside her left, Minnie sitting across from Kwan Mee, and Nali sitting across from me.

“Min Jun, who are we doing a video with?” Kwan Mee is starting to get impatient at the suspense building. It’s not often our plans change, because usually they are planned months in advance. For our team to willingly change plans this short notice, they must be pretty important.

“Stray Kids.” Her eyes are looking at us all, gauging our reactions, but her eyes linger on me longer.

-zeni

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