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yoichichi · 3 years ago

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To Call You Mine

college!tsuki x reader series

Ch. 3 - not a buddy, just a tutor

warning(s): toxic relationship behavior, toxic mindset, loneliness ☹️, kind of some Angst 😶

a/n: hehehehe I loved the way some of y’all were reacting about the boyfriend part LMAO , I hope you enjoy this ch!! And you know I love love love hearing from you guys :)

Ch. 1 Ch. 2

“Tomorrow, we’ll be sure to review…”

You couldn’t focus on what your professor said as you left the classroom, thumbs moving at the speed of light as you texted Tsukishima back urgently.

Wednesday 12:02 pm

- ‘Omg, I seriously owe you sm. Class wasn’t perfect but it kind of made SENSE! Ty fr :)’

You probably looked like an idiot smiling so big down at your phone but you couldn’t fathom how relieved you felt versus the usual existential dread that hung over you nearly every other day after Calc.

You turn your ringer back on as you shove your phone into your pocket, remnants of a small smile resting on your face. Still reeling from your accomplished high, you figured some celebratory coffee would-

ding

You think the speed at which you snatched your phone back out, almost fumbling it in the process, was more embarrassing than how you were smiling earlier. It just felt nice to hear some validation from Tsuki, you haven’t known him long - at all - but it didn’t feel like a regular occurrence with him. And it kind of made you feel special if you were being honest.

Kai💗😩🥳

- ‘Still down to hang?’

Your cheeks began to hurt with how often you were smiling today. Not who you were expecting, but it made you pleased nonetheless to see your boyfriends contact pop up onto your screen. You clicked on the message and unlocked your phone, typing your response chalk full of cheesy emojis.

ding

The notifications momentarily pause your movements as you read the banners quickly and quietly to yourself.

Tsukishima :)

- ‘sounds like you still need a tutor 🙄’

- ‘and np’

- ‘if you need to go over today’s lesson before Sunday just text me and we’ll figure something out.’

- ‘but we’re still on for Sunday so no there’s no getting out of that.’

You made a mental note to finish your text to Kai in a moment, swiping to get to Tsuki’s messages.

- ‘that eager to see me again? Aren’t you sweet 😌 I’m getting coffee as a gift for myself, if you’re not busy ig I could get you one too as a thanks 🙄’

You clicked your phone off once more, ignoring the string of sounds coming from your back pocket, instead choosing to focus on the walk there and mentally check your schedule to see when you were free. Maybe you’d take him up on his offer.

The walk was short enough to not have to worry about warming back up when you got inside, which really meant you could have an iced coffee without the consequences of a cold drink during the chilly autumn weather.

Walking up to wait in line, you debated between choosing your regular order or trying something new. Your eyes bore into the menu with an intensity comparable to someone like Kai on the court. You giggled quietly to yourself at such a clever thought before going back to deciding what you wanted before it was your turn to order.

“Hmm, blatantly ignoring me and giggling to yourself about it? You certainly are in a mood, aren’t you?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of a familiar cocky voice behind you, warmth emitting from his chest that almost had you backing into it.

You huffed and turned your head over your shoulder to see Tsuki, the man of the hour, looming over you with that shit eating grin.

“You think you’re cute sneaking up on me like that?” You squinted your eyes and reached out to lightly smack his, surprisingly quite firm, chest.

“Adorable, actually.” His smile got even wider when you rolled your eyes and tried not to smile yourself, turning your attention back to the menu.

“You know, if you would’ve answered my texts you would’ve had a coffee waiting for you already.” Tsuki commented and sighed, feigning annoyance with you as he watched you glance between him and your phone, now in your hand, in confusion.

Tsukishima :)

- ‘not eager to see you, eager to tutor you more so I get to see you less ❤️’

- ‘and now you’re offering to buy me a drink? Who really wants to see who’

- ‘I’m already here anyway, just text me what you want.’

- ‘you’re offer expires in about 39 seconds.’

- ‘😐’

- ‘sucks for you ig.’

You chuckle and put your phone away, cooing playfully about how sweet he is as you watch his arrogant smile slowly fade away from his face. It wasn’t until you gained the attention of a couple people around you that he had enough, muttering about how annoying you are and how he can’t wait to get rid of you as he nudges you up to the cashier.

Placing your order, you step to the side and wait - and apparently Tsukishima was going to be waiting with you.

“So, you said you felt more comfortable in class?”

His face was more serious now as he asked you the question, no playful smiles or a snarky demeanor. You could tell he was just waiting for a genuine answer.

His eyebrows rested softly on his face as you spoke. They sat not too far above his eyes that were slightly wider than normal, occasionally raising in response to the lilts in your voice. His lips were only slightly parted, resting in a fine line. He looked, contemplative.

“Oh, hey babe!”

A familiar booming voice cuts you off mid rant, your face and body twisting into it’s direction.

“I thought you were maybe talking to your calc professor or somethin’ since you didn’t answer my text right away like you usually do.” Kai, your boyfriend, was right next to you now. His long, strong arm pulling you into his side to keep you there, pressing a kiss to the side of your head in the process.

He turned his attention to Tsukishima now, eyeing him up and down before offering him his own signature grin: all toothy, bright, and fake.

“I’m Kai, her boyfriend, nice to meet you.”

You internally screamed at the way he had to emphasize the fact that he was your boyfriend, and then internally screamed even louder at the way Tsukishima chuckled - no scoffed - at what Kai said.

Not every person to ever be in your presence was a threat to the security of your relationship.

You hated how over protective he could be sometimes, even if he means well. Deciding now wasn’t the time to mull over your recent relationship troubles, you gave Tsuki an “I’m sorry he can be like that sometimes” glance.

Squeezing quickly onto Kai’s arm, you took your turn to speak before either of them could.

“This is Tsukishima, my frien-“

“What’s so funny?” Kai had that smile still, but tilted his head just enough to show he wasn’t really smiling.

“I’m Tsukishima Kei, her tutor, nice to meet you. I just think it’s funny our names are so similar, that’s all.”

Tsuki’s smirk screamed “I’m a liar and that’s most definitely not what I’m laughing about”, and his eyes gleamed with playfulness, toying with the limits of your boyfriends patience.

Kai was a well built man. 6’2”, not too lean but not too big, and a wide frame. And when you pair that with his resting face and his usual, presence, he likes to carry, he’s not always the most approachable person. And he certainly doesn’t make it easy when he’s actively trying to be intimidating, or whatever it is he does. But thankfully Tsukishima’s either too stupid to notice or simply doesn’t care; either way you appreciate the consistency in his attitude.

What you didn’t appreciate was being cut off.

“Like I was trying to say, Tsukishima’s a friend. M-“

“Oh, so we’re friends now? I wouldn’t say a single tutoring session makes us friends.” Tsuki’s silly little smirk was short lived as he met your eyes.

You really didn’t appreciate being cut off. Twice. And maybe you didn’t appreciate this little attitude of his.

“Oh? Well I didn’t know acquaintances offered to buy the other coffee.” Your eyes bore into his with a harsh stare, making the tips of his ears start to turn red before he did his best to make up for himself.

“They do when they’re trying to get to know them better. I mean, if that’s allowed?” The expectant glare Tsukishima gave Kai made your blood run cold.

Such an asshole.

You clenched your jaw and huffed, but before you or Kai could get to speak, Tsuki beat you both to it.

“Just text me and we’ll figure something out, see you Sunday if not sooner.”

And with that he was gone, snatching his bag up and shoving his belongings into it carelessly before pushing through the door.

The gust of wind that blew through was appropriately cold for the situation.

“Order for (y/n)!”

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“How am I the dick here?” Kai’s voice bounced off the walls in your cramped dorm, his harsh tone echoing from all corners of the space.

Thankfully, most people were probably out in a class or eating lunch at this time like Bonnie was.

“Why do you have to make everything a pissing contest between you and any man in my general vicinity? I don’t know Kai, maybe I’d like to fucking have another friend besides Bo-“

“Oh don’t guilt trip m-“

Interrupted, again.

“Quit doing that! Quit cutting me off just let me speak!”

You felt your voice crack from the extensive length the two of you have been going at it, just trying to get a word out. The tension was high in the room as you calmed yourself down and caught your breath, doing your best to swallow the growing lump in your throat.

“Just,”, you groaned and covered your face with your hands for a brief moment before continuing,

“We’re supposed to be working on our trust, Kai.”

It was quiet for a few seconds before he spoke up softly.

“Babe, it’s not you that I don’t trust.”

You sighed deeply as you felt the hot tears that had been waiting to spill run down your cheeks.

“Kai. That’s bullshit. It doesn’t matter that you don’t trust other people or whatever the hell you’re saying, cause I’m the one being affected by your feelings and actions. I’m the one who might lose a possible friend because you’re insecure.”

That must’ve been his last straw. Because instead of another sharp response, it was silent. The sound of the door clicking open making noise rather than him himself.

It caught your attention as you looked up to watch Kai begin to leave just barely hearing him say,

“I’ll talk to you later.”

The silence that filled the space after he left was suffocating. You wanted to scream, cry, and go to bed all at once. And the latter didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

You rolled onto your bed and clutched onto your blanket tight, not wanting to let your feelings fester and think about how angry you were right now. But you couldn’t stop yourself when your chest grew heavy as you began to sob, you hated how often he’d just avoid an issue. But right now, that’s exactly what you felt like doing, too.

Sitting up, you changed and crawled under the covers, deciding a nap was the only way you were gonna be able to give yourself a break right now. And you were completely right.

Not before changing his contact to just, “Kai”, of course.

He doesn’t deserve the emojis right now.

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It was dark and your skin was clammy when you woke up, your head pounding. You were in desperate need of a drink of water. Sitting up slowly, rubbing your face in a desperate attempt to smooth away your grogginess, you hopped off your bed towards your desk.

Why does being with him have to be so draining?

You’ve never felt like your relationship was perfect or easy, but you’ve also never felt like it wasn’t worth it. How often does someone stay with their high school sweetheart - albeit off and on - until their second year in college? And besides, you were both trying to make it easy for each other at the least.

Making friends was easy for you, it was keeping them that was hard. Remembering to set aside time to make plans, or even remember to make them in the first place. Or even doing something simple like shooting them a text, whether it was your nerves or not you’ve always just told yourself you’re too busy and too focused to spend time creating a bunch of lasting friendships.

But Kai? Kai’s always stuck around, no matter how many times he’s reminded you how often you’ve made things difficult for the two of you. Even when he’s left he’s come back, willing to listen and figure it all out. He’s always been your one and only. But that’s also the problem;

He’s always been your one and only.

Recently it’s felt like no matter what you do, he’s the reason you can’t keep a friend.

Why need a friend when you have Kai, he’s basically your friend, too, right? They want too much of your time, they’re too touchy, they’re too pushy, shouldn’t you be studying? Shouldn’t you be hanging out with him?

You plopped down into your desk chair and placed your head in your hands, your thoughts beginning to overwhelm you again.

ding

Peeking an eye over to your phone, still sitting on your nightstand from where you left it earlier, you reluctantly made your way over to see who was bothering you.

Bon Bon 🥐💗

- ‘Ahhhhh! Sorry I’m not back yet (even though I don’t think you and Kai will mind lolol) I’m just gonna stay at my friends house for the night so don’t worry bout me! Just a late night study sesh gone too long is all :) love ya girlie!’

A sudden wave of loneliness washed over you as you tried not to cry again, you were getting annoyed at how many times you felt like crying tonight.

You stared at her message for a few more moments before finally sending your reply.

- ‘you’re good :) we’re having a late night movie sesh so I’m gonna get back to that! ily 2 see u tmrw ❤️’

You don’t know why you felt like you had to lie, maybe you just didn’t want to have to explain it all right now, or worry her.

You noticed you had a few more messages waiting to be read, too. Although none were from Kai.

Tsukishima :)

4:32 pm

- ‘sorry if I came off weird earlier. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or upset, I just didn’t like how Kai was acting.’

5:01 pm

- ‘by how Kai was acting I mean he just acted like he had a problem with me when we’ve never even met before. I know I antagonized him too though so to be more specific I’m sorry about that.’

- ‘I’m also sorry if I caused friction between you two, let me know if you’re still comfortable with me tutoring you or if you’d rather me find you someone else. I know some pretty nice ones.’

- ‘just to clarify though I personally don’t have a problem continuing to tutor. Don’t want you to think you did anything to upset me.’

You sniffled and glanced up to the small digits in the upper left hand corner of your screen.

11:56 pm

Jesus.

You stared at his texts for a while, unsure of what to say but also relieved at the fact he texted you. Seems like you were worried about Kai spoiling this budding friendship for you more than you thought.

Thursday 12:03 am

- ‘ty for the apology I really appreciate that. It was kind of awkward but Kai also really played into the whole situation so I’m sorry for how he acted too. I’m very okay with you being my tutor still but ty for asking’

- ‘I’m actually free to even study now lol’

- ‘you do still owe me that coffee’

You felt the tiniest of weights lift off your shoulders as you sent your messages. It felt nice knowing-

ding

There’s no way he should be up this late. Doesn’t he have crazy early workouts for volleyball or something?

Tsukishima :)

- ‘ofc. I’m actually at the library now if you want to join me :) same spot as last time’

The fact he replied so quickly was surprising, and his seemingly equal eagerness to see you surprised you even more. But, in a pleasantly surprised kind of way.

You smiled down at your phone, sitting up and slipping your slides on at a lethal pace. It felt good to smile a little bit.

And really, it’s not like you had anything better to do. Plus, being alone right now doesn’t exactly sound like too much fun.

You texted him a quick, “omw!”, before slipping out of your dorm.

You could guess Tsukishima is just as lonely as you are with how quick he seemed to invite you to a study session.

Hmph. Acquaintances my ass.

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 4 years ago

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Batboys x Cosplayer!reader (preference)

Requested by the great @middevil465: Batboys dating a cosplayer,but downside is that they have to put up with their sewing at 2am

Dick:

Okay so this boy will be your biggest fanboy

ESPECIALLY if you cosplay him as Nightwing

(Not to be kinky on main, but depending on how..uhm... showing... the costume is he might get a bit frisky if ya know what I mean)

He wants to help as much as possible

You have to finish sewing that cape, but your wig isn’t styled yet? Don’t worry, Dick has enough expirence from his long hair phase to take care of that for you!

You want to cosplay a certain hero (or villain), but can’t fid that specific item that would make the cosplay perfect (maybe a weapon, a mask, etc.)? Dick might or might not steal borrow said item from the original hero for you (of course he gives it back after you had a photoshoot or something similar and he always feels a bit bad for the hero (not for the villains tho))

Now to the “downsides”

Dick, unlike some of his siblings, actually rather enjoys sleep

“I need my beauty sleep, all this perfection doesn’t come from nothing”

And he is honestly torn

He loves and supports you so so so much and he understands that you can be your most productive around the nighttimes, but he just came back from like two to three hours of patrol after a whole day of working at the police station and he honestly just want to sleeeeeeeeeeeep

So he finds a comprimise and fucking sound isolates the room your sewing in

It’s a win-win if we think about it and you probably would go as far as to just completely take over the room to make it your own little cosplay studio

Everyone sleeps is happy

Jason:

Jason is a whole ass hurricane

Don’t misunderstand me, he loves your hobby and he thinks it’s cool, but how excited he is depends on who exactly you cosplay

Him? Amazing, showstopping, great, breathtaking, nothing more amazing ever happened in this triste gray world before that

Robin (also slightly depending on which incarnation)? Cute, want to cuddle, 9/10 would do again

Batman? “That looks nice babe, you can take it off now” (Please don’t wear a more feminine toned (or just in general reaveling if you’re not female) batman cosplay. Jason is not ready for that amount of daddy issues)

Someone like Harley, Ivy, Selina? Hell, even penguine or Riddler? He digs it for some reason and he might even show the respective rouge a picture of the cosplay (if he knows that it’s not possible to identify you).

They all love it, possible have a little fanclub

You cosplay as any other hero? Depending on how much of a little fangirl Jason is he will be really exsited and happy with you

Now, if you, for some unknown reason like losing your brain, because quite honestly that’s what it would take for me, decide to cosplay the Joker...

Welp, you’re single now... Sorry not sorry, but Jason is not okay with that

But that’s just a real extreme so let’s get away from that again, shall we?

Jason is used to being kept awake at night, be it from his thoughts or his nightmares (Housten, we’re sinking to deep)

So when he comes home from patrol around 2/3 a.m. and finds you sitting in the living room or the bedroom on your sewing machine (a gift from Bruce so state of the art technology and relativly silent, BUT NOT SILENT ENOUGH)

He just sighs

He might just sit down beside you and watch or chat a bit or, if he feels a bit more touchy, stand beside you and braide your hair

When you’re finished he’ll pick you up and cuddle with you in bed, trapping you effectivly for the next 8 to 10 hours

Tim:

Did someone say couple cosplay? Because Yes. Yes you do

It isn’t that Tim ever really thought of doing cosplay or plans to use his rare free time to do it, but as soon as seing you cosplay literally anyone, he’s sold

He is a gigantic fanboy, has you cosplaying him (not Red Robin, just Tim) as his lock screen and you cosplaying Red Robin as his home screen

He’s not sure what it is, but one day he’s just sitting at his computer doing Wayne Inc. stuff when you send him a picture of you cosplaying someone and just has a metaphorical lightbulb over his head

He sneakily finds out who you will cosplay next and luckily for him it’s Zelda

He puts everything in order and the day you want to test the cosplay out, see if everything goes together and you can pull it off, a wild Link appears

He did one hell of a job for his first cosplay (he might have had Wayne Inc. designers for the upcoming clothing line do it, but who cares amiright?)

After that it’s kind of a tradition that once in a while the two of you pull off a couple cosplay and it’s the cutest thing ever

The highlight was when you cosplayed Batman and Catwoman on a (private) halloween party, just with the catch that you had it gender bend so Catman and Batwoman (not the Batwoman-Batwoman, but y’know what I mean), not breaking the character to the amusement of everyone present (excpet maybe Bruce who acts annoyed, but kinda thinks it’s funny)

So now to the nights

contrary to popular belief I do think Tim sleeps more than an hour or two at times

Maybe not in a healthy rythm or with any logic behind it, but he does

Mostly

Just not nights for the most part, it’s mostly in the afternoon after a few hours at Wayne Inc, or the homeoffice or college (depending on which Tim!state we’re thinking off) and before Patrol

so when he comes home to find you sewing he’s actually rather happy

He won’t let you go to bed after you’re finished until you’re really tired or if you have something important the next day

You will watch a movie or do something stupid or even go out and see what Gotham city can give you around 3 a.m. (of course with a hidden weapon on tim’s part and him not letting you out of sight)

Those nights are his favorite

Damian:

Damian, like so many things, doesn’t quite understand

What’s the appeal of dressing yourself like someone you’re not?

Why do you wear fake hair?

He also doesn’t seem to see any connection between him dressing up every DAMN NIGHT

It’s two completely different situations for him

It’s not like he does anything against that hobby of yours, but at least at the beginning he just keeps out of it

That most likely will change if you ever decide to cosplay him (as Robin)

If he comes to visit you after school at your place and he walks into your room (given your parents opened the front door for you) seeing you in a surprisingly good replica of his costume?

Bby boy is sold

The better the replica looks the quicker he is to fuzz over it

After that he kinda sees the point behind it (or not, but he supports it now and wants you to have even better, more detailed, costumes)

He’ll get you so much stuff

You want to cosplay someone, but the only wig you have that fits is a bit too long?

Well hillerihoo, you got a new one that fits perfectly and is almost life-like now

Don’t ever mention that you don’t feel comfortable with him spending so much money for you, because he won’t stop

He’ll find his ways to spoil you, believe me

quick interruption before we go to the night part:

If you’re Damian’s GF, you’re most likely bound to be good friends with Jon

So it’s only a question of time until he asks you to cosplay him

If you do he’ll be excited like a puppy you just gave a treat while Damian will pout

A lot

And I mean A LOT

You’ll either have to suffer through a few days of pouty Damian or you make an even better Cosplay of him (as Robin) or Batman (both works for him since he sees himself as the future Batman already)

That’ll make him happy again

Now to the night-part

Okay so let’s assume we’re talking about Teen!Damian (obviously also Teen!reader!!!)

You two won’t be living together so that won’t be a problem and since you’re living with y’alls parents and I will assume they won’t be happy about you sewing at 2 a.m.

Also, Damian will offer to have people make the costumes for you, but he will let that go if you tell him that making the costumes is a big part about all that, the part that makes it so amazing

IF we’re talking about grown up!Damian and Reader and the two of you live together, it’ll be a lot similair to Dick (in as he get’s you your own little cosplay studio) so that he won’t be kept awake by it

but somedays he’s more like Jason and will stay up with you and to keep you company during these creative sessions

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calpicowater · 3 years ago

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Week 48.5/52: November 29th - December 5th 2021 | Panda Express 🐼

Zombie me again running on 4 hours of sleep. Work was so brutal and I was getting bullied by this white woman with who had a toddler. She started her session upset because she said her baby was going to "expire" because we "took too long" even though we didn't and were on time. Acting like the world revolves around her and upset we had students fully booked before and after her. First of all, don't make your pregnancy my problem because I didn't not impregnate your ugly ass. She was straight up treating me like a servant, telling me to go across our room to grab her lipgloss and glasses for her. Complaining about our cracked mirror and saying that we need a better mirror even though we do have a good one lol my coworker was just using it for the other student?????? selfish as fuck. She took so fucking long fixing her hair that my hand was sore from holding the mirror for her. I just moved a tiny bit to switch arms and she was literally scolding me for moving the mirror too much. WHAT A FUCKING BITCH. I wanted to hit her face with our giant mirror to be honest. I wanted her to die so badly right there and then lol. She was also complaining about us using tape for the sashes. It was so fucking rude and disrespectful...... she was so fucking entitled and refused to give me an easy time whatsoever. Probably racist as fuck too considering this is Alberta after all KDJSKFJKLSF. She even looked at the rest of her photos and told me she hated all of them. I wish people like these didn't fucking exist. Ate panda express for lunch and barely got 2 bites in before someone comes knocking at our door during break. So fucking DONE. Went home and passed out for 3 hours. Barely finished processing last night tbh and then I am hit with this mess. What is life anymore. Packed a bit, did a face mask that Jerry gave me and called it a day.

Headache.... I want to die and I'm sad again. :-(

#365 #52 #panda express #calgary trip 2021 #orange chicken #beijing beef #chow mien #honey sesame chicken #my mood is rly. unpredictable ig

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aespawpaq · 3 years ago

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Netflix and Chill (3)

IMAX and CLIMAX

summary; The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Sunghoon gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings; fingering, blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl kinda idk lol, daddy kink that morphs into i love u kink tags; sh is an avid history channel viewer, sh hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, sh goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count; 9.8k

Sunghoon sees it on display during your weekly Target trip. You know he won’t say anything because despite how long you’ve dated he still likes to pretend he’s the epitome of adult maturity. Yet the way his eyes linger over the electronics section, cart rolling to a stop in front of the massive screen, tells you all you need to know.

“Baby, the toilet paper is this way,” you sing, giving the front of the cart a gentle tug that pulls it and his thoughts away from the television that seems to hold reign over his interest.

“Ah,” he mumbles as he shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in. “Right.”

The Target trip ends rather uneventfully; you grab all the items you came for and make the executive decision of swapping Sunghoon’s tangerine bathroom soap with strawberry instead. Normally he’d put up a good fight, argue about the comfort that came with consistency, but today he says nothing. You chalk it up to that flatscreen that hypnotized him earlier.

“You wanted it,” you announce rather pointedly in the car. He’s backing out of the parking space now, one hand on the wheel the other pressed to the side of your seat. His jaw twitches as he tries to maneuver around a stray shopping cart someone didn’t return to the retrieval area. He’s wearing that dark jumper you like, with the high collar that covers all of last night’s bruises up wonderfully.

Sunghoon scoffs as he finally gets the two of you back onto the main road, Target and the flat screen left behind. “I didn’t,” he defends. “Just thought it was neat.”

You snort. “Neat. Okay, grandpa, did it tickle your pickle?” you tease, obnoxiously leaning over the center console to get all in his face. Sunghoon greets your proximity with a palm against your forehead.

“Please don’t ever say that again,” he laughs, pulling to a stop at the next red light. He turns to level you with an easygoing grin, sparkly anime girl eyes extra shiny under the red glow. “Only want you to tickle my pickle.”

You gag. “That’s actually disgusting.”

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You graduate on a Saturday and your dorm stay expires on the Tuesday that follows. You spend the entire day shoving all your belongings into a variety of trash bags, from your weighted blanket to the collection candles you and Isa swore to light every night and never did. Speaking of Isa, she cries through the entire process. From the moment you take down the first wall decoration she’s in tears, and not even her mom, who’s come to help out, can quell her emotions. The girl cries and cries. She cries throughout the clean up, like she hadn’t spent the week before cursing the funky aircon system to hell and back. It’s probably the nostalgia that comes with leaving college, you assume. When Sunghoon picks you up around noon, even your eyes are glassy.

Sunghoon’s mom, who you only just met a few months ago, is over at his place when you arrive. You get along fairly well, in fact, you would even go as far as to claim you got along really well. You had first met her over this past spring break when Sunghoon invited you along to his family trip to some tropical island. The Jeons were lovely people. In fact, had Sunghoon not explicitly introduced them as his parents, you would’ve thought they were some sitcom actors carrying out the role of most in love, sophisticated lovers to ever exist. Yeah, they were super into each other, and you suppose it’s why Sunghoon is the way he is, loves as hard as he does. The only thing that broke their attention away from each other was the sight of their precious Sunghoonie bringing you to a family event.

It was hard to keep them entertained. Every second was spent worrying about your appearance, your demeanor, whether or not you looked like a devil beside their (your) angelic boy. It certainly didn’t help that Sunghoon was wearing that obnoxiously floral shirt at the restaurant you went to, the first three buttons undone almost lazily. It was a look your boyfriend rarely showed, always so meticulously dressed. Of course, he had that cute boyish style of his that consisted almost exclusively of baggy pants and designer tee’s a little too plain to cost as much as they did. But even those outfits had a specific Sunghoon rhythm to them— the darker tones always went with the pants that had twelve buckles on them; the long sleeves always went with the jeans. He was awfully particular about those kinds of self-set rules, and this jarring floral print did not fit any of them. It was too provocative, the black skinny jeans he’d paired with it too devious.

Maybe he knew what he was doing to you dressed so hot like this, but knowing Sunghoon, you doubt he did. His parents hadn’t batted a single lash his way, eyes laser focused on your every word as you stumbled through three plates and dessert. It was a battle you fought alone, and one you barely survived.

So despite you impressing his parents, she still gives you an odd look when you enter Sunghoon’s swanky townhouse with all your garbage bags of items. You promise her it’s just for the weekend, until your parents clean out your old room that they’ve filled to the brim with holiday decorations and miscellaneous objects. You’re not trying to take her baby chick out of the nest. (Yet.)

You watch TV for a couple hours, mostly her favorite soap operas on his 67 in. screen. It takes up a huge spot on the wall where it’s mounted, glossy black screen glaring back at you. Even his mom scolds him for such a huge screen, and you wonder how she’d feel about the absolute giant he ogled at the Target last week. Super angry, you think, and the image of her raging in flames while Sunghoon apologizes like the momma’s boy he is makes you giggle.

She leaves a little after sunset, kissing and hugging the both of you on the doorstep like she’s going off to war and will never return. She’ll be back by the weekend, desperate to check on her baby boy, but you let her have her moment. It’s weird seeing how dramatic the Jeons are compared to how reserved Sunghoon is.

You pounce on him the second she’s gone. He goes down with a muffled yelp against the sofa, hands grasping at your waist until you straddle him and begin going to town. Your fun lasts all of two minutes before the old lady novella Sunghoon’s mom had been watching cuts to commercials and a loud advertisement for irritable bowel syndrome medication begins playing.

“Oh, that is so not sexy,” you whine childishly, trying to roll your hips over him again. Sunghoon laughs, all low and sweet as he sits back up again.

“Give it a rest,” he says, shifting you until he’s got you hugged between those stupidly strong arms of his. His pecs feel strong and comforting beneath your cheek, and the feeling makes your tiny pouting session end earlier than usual. “Come on,” he mumbles as he manhandles you around, until your back is pressed against his chest and you’re sitting between his legs. “Let’s watch this film on Mesopotamian folklore and its overall significance to the nations it birthed after its downfall.”

——

You rarely use the key Sunghoon gifted you a few months back. The majority of your visits to Sunghoon’s house were either the result of Sunghoon picking you up from somewhere and bringing you back, or Sunghoon inviting you over after dinner. In short, he was always with you when you arrived at his stoop.

Today you’re alone, juggling two boxes of takeout and some cheap wine in one hand as you fight to unlock his door. He hadn’t answered his phone, which leads you to believe he’s holed himself up again in that damn study. He likes to do that sometimes, lock himself away like some modern day Rapunzel until he finishes whatever project he has this time around. When he gets like this, it’s like all other body functions are forgotten, his brain zeroed in on the lines of code you barely understand.

Just as you suspect, the house is too dark when you finally break in. The hall light is off, which isn’t out of the norm, but so are the kitchen and living room lights. You pad down the hall, flicking on the light to the living room to set down your offerings onto the edge of the coffee table. There’s a scrambled pile of notes on top that seem too disorderly to disregard. You whirl around, making to head back out into the hall and down to the study, when you see it.

A good 90 inches mounted on his wall. It’s a monstrosity of a screen, devouring nearly the entire surface of the wall, from stainless end to stainless end. It’s ridiculously thin in the way all modern TVs are, but this one is even more so given the fact you hadn’t registered it in your peripheral when you walked in. It’s just barely short of a Jumbotron, the kind they have at baseball games to make sure you can see every nose hair on the pitcher.

His mom was going to kill him.

“ Sunghoon?” you call out slowly, inching back out into the hall with your gaze glued to the screen. Like maybe you’ve imagined this all and that isn’t the stupidly gigantic television screen Sunghoon had gawked at just a few weeks ago.

There’s a soft hum down the hall, the sound slipping beneath the bottom gap in the door frame. You make a beeline for the room, oddly unsettled with the huge screen. The door gives way, exposing your boyfriend’s hunched back and the blue light from his monitors that highlights his frame. “Hi, sweetie,” you begin, inching over to him.

“Hi,” he sighs, leaning back into your touch when you step behind him. His dark eyes are weary from staring at his tablet for too long, his usual tender expression melted into one of mild irritation. “Can’t figure this out,” he says, tapping his stylus against one line of absolute nerd gibberish you don’t bother trying to decipher. Maybe another day you would have entertained him, but today you cherish this moment with him knowing it might be his last before his mom comes over and kills him.

“Sounds like break time to me!” Your proclamation makes him frown, a frustrated groan pulling itself from his lips. His head droops forward again, chin touching his chest. But there’s a hint of relief in his groan that tells you all you need to know. “Baby needs a break,” you smile, pressing a peck against the back of his head.

“You’re baby,” he tries to fight, but his limbs are so pliant under your touch that it practically means nothing. “I’m the head honcho around here.”

“Uh huh,” you appease him, finally managing to tug all that muscled body out of his seat. “And apparently that means making dumb purchases.”

“What dumb purchases? Are you talking about the cactus again?” he asks, letting you guide him back down the hall.

“Yes, hoon, the cactus you haven’t watered in three months,” you drawl sarcastically, the sad plant sitting in the kitchen a reminder of both your incompetence. “Heeseung would hate you for that.”

Not amused by the insinuation of his favorite senpai being disappointed in him, Sunghoon goes to fight you on that. By then you’ve stopped at the entrance of the living room, glaring at the straight up theater screen that sits on the wall. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you mimic, flopping down on the ground beside the coffee table. Sunghoon doesn’t follow, choosing to sprawl himself over the couch instead. “What’s with the Jumbotron?”

He stretches his arms out, moaning something sinful at the way his bones pop. “It adds to the experience,” he says. “Movies are more enjoyable when the pictures are bigger; a tall aspect ratio and stadium seating really add to the experience.” He was such a nerd.

You snort. “The experience— Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t know I was speaking to Mr. IMAX here.”

His cheeks flush a soft pink at your jab. “Don’t be mean,” he mumbles, tugging on your arm as he sits back up. You find your way onto his lap, neatly seated over one thigh like he’s the Santa Claus at the mall; not a single gray hair in sight but you’d still let him call you his hoe, hoe, hoe. Realizing there’s more important matters to attend to than Sunghoon’s Christmas ham, you shake those images away.

“Good thing I brought a movie,” you beam, gesturing to the pretty pink case resting over top the takeout bag.

Sunghoon doesn’t even spare it a single glance as he burrows into your neck. “What? No, we’re finishing the docuseries on—“

You groan loudly to muffle the rest of his sentence. “hoon, I don’t wanna watch another episode on Stonehenge being done by aliens,” you whine, picking up the movie case to brandish in his face.

It’s admittedly the wrong move when Sunghoon’s eyes roll themselves into another dimension. “Absolutely not,” he says. The case is quickly discarded off to the side as he attempts to distract you with a kiss against your cheek.

Too bad you’re evil and determined. “No! We are watching the Princess and the Pauper and that’s final,” you exclaim, scrambling for the movie before he can hurl it out the window. He catches you by the waist, your fingers just an inch away from the pink case. “Babe!” you cry, but his fingerprints are bruising their way into your skin.

“No more Barbie movies,” he begs, yanking you back onto his lap. He does so with so much force that it makes the two of you tumble to the side, your head bouncing on the cushions as he catches himself over you. “Please.”

“I hate you,” you fuss, pointedly ignoring the tiny mole beneath his lip that drove you crazy. “We’ve seen every single thing on the History Channel this week, but we can’t watch one Barbie movie?”

Sunghoon sighs, dropping his head down against your shoulder. He smells good and feels even better over you, but you’re not going to stop until the Princess and the Pauper is breaking in the new Jumbotron. “It’s weird,” he huffs, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “Especially when we start getting… experimental, and I have to listen to Barbie sing in the background.”

“First of all, her name is Annaleise in this movie,” you correct, squirming beneath him to no avail. “Secondly, how do you think I feel when you’re eating me out while some old British dude narrates the creation of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?”

Sunghoon scoffs, finally letting himself snuggle completely into you. “You don’t even realize it because you’re screaming the whole way through.” That earns him a sharp tug at his ear that has him sputtering apology after apology.

“It’s boring!” you feel the need to emphasize.

Sunghoon sits up with an uppity look on his face. “It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate the cinematography that comes from educational pieces,” he points out, rather presumptuously.

You shove him off of you. “I don’t care about cinnamon topography, just play the damn Barbie movie,” you hiss, swiping the movie case from the other end of the couch and pressing it to his chest. If words could hurt, yours definitely do. Sunghoon crumbles against the couch, childishly stomping one sock-clad foot against the ground as you gesture toward the movie player.

He doesn’t move, and you’re about to begin another tirade against his snobby movie critiquing habits when he procures a sleek, tiny remote that you would honestly mistake for an iPhone from a distance. It has, no joke, about seven buttons max, four of which are just the up and down, left and right arrows. You let out a low whistle at that. Wow. Technology sure was advancing.

The TV turns on to some minimalistic home page, tiny widgets showing every app it has; the bottom row is dedicated almost entirely to Sunghoon’s massive streaming service provider collection. After a moment of brewing in his feels, Sunghoon quietly announces, “it’s on Amazon Prime.” This is news to you, being able to watch a Barbie film on a streaming service and not the old disk you scratched when you were ten. Something distinctly carnal flashes in your chest when Sunghoon clicks through all the payment options without a care in the world. Oh, that was definitely going into your horny 3 am dreams.

Despite his earlier protests, you know Sunghoon will soon fall into his usual movie watching habits. He settles into the couch beside you. You cuddle up next to him, enveloping him with the grip of a killer octopus choking out its prey, except Sunghoon is usually the one doing the choking in this relationship. Still, it’s not close enough, and you throw your legs over his thigh. You’re practically sitting on him at this point.

You have no doubt the speakers on this thing are average; it was too thin to really pack any punch. However, that was the TV sans the Bluetooth speakers Sunghoon has installed all around his house.

(You swear when the android uprising finally begins, your boyfriend will be the first one out.)

The speakers really amplify the sound. The opening sequence has your bones rattling inside your body, the loud music of the selection screen reverberating through the entire living room. It reminds you of that pounding COMING SOON clip that used to play at the beginning of DVD’s back in the day. Sunghoon scrambles to lower the volume. “Sweetheart, you’re cutting off my circulation,” he wheezes afterwards.

“What? This is how we always watch movies,” you say with a frown.

“Yes, and I always end up with less oxygen than before.”

He doesn’t let you argue, which is good, because you could make a thirty five slide PowerPoint presentation on the advantages of watching movies like this. One, your boyfriend was warm. Two, your boyfriend smelt good. Three, your boyfriend’s ripped body awoke some ancient being inside of you that would not rest until his cock was halfway down your thro—

He hauls you into his lap. The angle forces you to let him go, instead met with the jarring nothingness of having his hot body ripped away. Meanwhile he gets to wrap you up in his arms, hold you like a teddy bear to his chest. “I hate this,” you huff, but the movie is already starting, the beautiful blonde Anneliese appearing on screen. You lean back against his chest, pout still evident. “This is ridiculous,” you snort, her face blown up on this jumbo screen.

“Shut up,” he says, settling in behind you. “Movie’s starting.”

Most Barbie movies you watch end up in one of two ways: either Sunghoon falls asleep twenty minutes in or he stays up until the end to critique every aspect of it. With the way he’d gone soft from your early battle, you’re guessing he was going to knock out before the Princess can even meet the Pauper.

As much as you hate to admit it, the huge screen does incite quite a thrill in you. There’s something so nostalgic about watching one of your favorite childhood movies on a screen this huge. The size showcases the sheer perfection that is every single Barbie movie. You lose yourself in the movie, singing along to the opening song and growing agitated when the antagonist appears.

Sunghoon says nothing, and you’re half convinced he’s taken his first preferred route and snoozed off, when his fingers twitch around your waist.

There it was.

The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Sunghoon gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack.

“Absolutely not,” you say, slapping a hand down over his before he can slip beneath the fabric of your shorts.

He lets out an indignant noise, a puff of air running along the side of your face. You ease his hands back over your stomach, taking extra care to knot your fingers with his. “We’re supposed to be breaking in your new screen,” you remind him, glancing up to catch his unimpressed expression.

He complains quietly, but he settles.

For all of twenty seconds.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, trying to act like the subtle rutting of his cock on your behind was a nuisance and not the luxury it is. “Babe, the jumbo screen… look at it.”

“Not even jumbo,” he murmurs against your ear, hot breath sending a shiver down your spine that has your toes curling. You fight to keep his hands still, but the muscles in his forearm tense, inked skin contracting as he slips them between your thighs. You suck in a sharp inhale, trying to maintain your immovable front. Sunghoon sees the fortress you’ve built around yourself in the name of watching The Princess and the Pauper, and spares you no mercy with his attack. His hands massage the skin of your thighs, tiny shorts doing absolutely nothing to save you from him. “Jumbo didn’t fit.”

The back of your mind registers the fact he was apparently trying to get a TV even bigger than this. You tuck it away for later to snitch to his mom. For now, you’d very much appreciate it if he could make you cum before the two girls perform the iconic “I Am a Girl Like You” song.

His hands are so smooth, soft skin tracing over your body like you were nothing but a slab of clay ready to be molded under his touch. He abandons your thighs to creep them under your shirt, where he wastes no time tugging the cups of your bra down to fondle your breasts.

Belatedly, your stupid tongue remembers to move. “I know something jumbo that fits,” you babble, rolling your head back against his shoulder. Sunghoon laughs at the utter stupidity of your sentence, and the aforementioned jumbo thing fattens against your ass, before brushing his lips against yours. The airy laughter, one of your favorite sounds in the world, is swallowed up by your greedy mouth. “Can fit in two places, actually,” you murmur when he pulls away. His fingers massage the doughy skin of your boobs causing your back to arch slightly. “Wherever he wants it to.”

“Really,” Sunghoon teases, obviously entertained by your silly dirty talk. He’s grown used to your outlandish remarks in the past few months of your relationship.

You like to believe Sunghoon has fully accepted your occasional bouts of weirdness. He’s had the last few months to grow familiar with the inner workings of your mind, and even absorbed some of it into his own personality. Which is why he doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by you referring to his cock as jumbo, when there were admittedly more fitting words to describe it as.

(Thick, juicy, angry, demon cock, if he really wanted to know.)

“Where do you think it should go?” he asks, the low hum of his voice snapping you out or your thoughts. There was no need to daydream about a cock that was right in front of you. His hands slow their gentle caress over you, fingers closing in on your nipples.

A sharp hiss pulls itself from your throat, chest arching as he tugs and toys with your hardened nipples. “Wh-Wherever,” you pant, reaching your own hands down back between your thighs. The phantom of his palms linger, making your hands feel sorely inadequate. “Wherever Daddy wants,” you purr, swallowing harshly when he twists a nipple.

Sunghoon groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “Don’t,” he sighs, hands faltering over your breasts. Eventually they drift away, settling around your waist as you slip your fingers under the front of your bottoms.

“Why?” you laugh, pointer finger brushing along your clit. “Don’t like it when I call you that, Daddy?”

He lifts his head to watch you play with yourself. His hands grow tight around your waist, labored breath filling the air to harmonize with your breathy moans. You’re absolutely soaking your panties, sticky arousal making the fabric stick to your folds. “You know I do,” he murmurs, watching the outline of your knuckles through the fabric of your shorts. “Thought you wanted to play nice today.” He takes in a sharp inhale when you ease your finger into yourself, a breathy moan escaping from your lips.

You were already so wet, and you’re really not surprised this is how the two of you would break in his new IMAX, high definition flatscreen. Your pussy tightens around your finger, thigh muscles jumping at the intrusion. Fuck, you needed him so bad.

You smirk, drawing your hands out from their hiding spot. The television is the only thing lighting the room, the two of you shrouded in relative darkness. At first, your hand is shadowed by the glow of the screen, nothing more than an outline. But when you turn it just right, the light catches, highlighting the glistening skin of your fingers. It makes Sunghoon shudder.

Ever so slowly, you bring your fingers up to his face. The tip of your middle finger runs teasingly against his plump lower lip, his shaky exhales sending a cool breath over your knuckles. “Open, Daddy,” you encourage, watching with rapt attention as he envelopes your fingers between his lips. He sucks, tongue dancing between each digit to slurp off your juices. “Do I taste good? Do you like it?”

You know he loves it, but it never hurts to ask.

Between the two of you, you each had your own share of distinctive interests when it came to sex. Kinks, if you will. You adored the softer, vanilla aspects of sex— the languid makeouts, the slow rutting against his thigh, the whispered praise, the cute pet names. Meanwhile, despite his initially reserved exterior, Sunghoon preferred the other end of the spectrum. (You should’ve known from the get go!) He loved it fast and hard, so hard it would make you cry. He liked watching you squirm and beg for his cock while he pushed you to new heights. He liked the sticky, sweaty sex that left you feeling like a used rag beneath him, something you would have never expected given his neat and kind nature.

However, as with all things Sunghoon, you always came first. Sunghoon’s dream sex style was often pushed to the side in favor of pleasuring you. So quick and rough sex was more of a rare, once in a blue moon, type of luxury. Up until recently, sex had been mostly what you wanted. Either way you did things, Sunghoon was fine as long as he got to hold you close.

It was only a few weeks ago that you discovered your shared daddy kink, him obsessed with the idea of shoving you around, something he would otherwise never do. You, on the other hand, found a pleasant satisfaction from being good for him, a stark contrast from your usual sharp tongue and nonexistent filter.

You pull your fingers from his mouth, the sleek drip of your arousal replaced with his saliva. Sunghoon grunts as he hauls you further onto his lap, swollen cock nudging itself between your cheeks. “You know I love it, baby,” he growls against your ear. His hot breath fans over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Have you had your fun now?” he asks, tracing the pads of his fingers around your nipple teasingly.

“Mhm,” you moan. Sunghoon’s hands decide they’re done toying with your tits, drifting back down to their original target between your shorts. “Want Daddy to fuck me now.”

He places a kiss against the side of your neck, right over the vein that runs beneath the skin. Sunghoon kisses and nips down your skin, until his hair is tickling your collarbones as he sucks a hickey against the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Is that the right way to ask for something?” he purrs, rubbing your cunt over your shorts.

It’s nowhere near as fulfilling as it would be without the garments. Nonetheless, it makes you ache for him, thighs quivering at the simple touch like you’re a bumbling virgin being touched for the first time. You’re nowhere near that, but every time with Sunghoon was exhilarating enough to the point it felt like it was.

“Pretty please,” you pant, covering his hand with yours.

Sunghoon rewards you with a fluttery kiss against your shoulder. “Good girl,” he hums. He finally gives you what you want, bypassing the fabric of your shorts and panties to dip his fingers between your folds. You gasp, hips jumping at the sudden brush of his hands along your quivering folds.

“Inside please,” you whimper, knees moving back and forth, only stopping when he helps you out of your bottoms. He places his free hand on one of them, stilling your writhing to fully focus on pleasing the burning fire inside of you. “ Sunghoon—“

A slap against your cunt that makes you squeal. “Ah ah,” he warns, voice a low tenor against your skin. If you focus hard enough, you can feel the faint brush of a smirk against your neck. “We’re playing a different game right now, pretty girl.”

On screen, your favorite childhood movie is bearing witness to the sinful acts at your boyfriend’s hands. It shouldn’t be surprising how easily you fall into his arms, onto his lap, especially with your history of movie watching with Sunghoon.

From your very first date you were enamored with him; the dip of his Cupid’s bow, so innocent and cute, embodied every single aspect of his personality. He was the sweetest, softest boy, one your brain could never conjure in a thousand years. Sunghoon’s level of care was hard to come by nowadays; he was a gentleman through and through.

These days he was growing out of that mature persona, and you like to think it’s thanks to you. Your wildness rubbed off on him, made him confident enough to geek out in public, or be adventurous in private. It helped nourish his impulsivity, which led to things like the Super Bowl Jumbotron watching you fuck now.

Despite knowing all this, knowing the way he is, the slow grind against your ass sends a thrill of arousal up your limbs, sensations converging just beneath your mound. “Yes, Daddy,” you mewl accordingly.

Pleased with your obedience, he rewards you by circling your throbbing clit with his thumb. It’s a terribly slow motion, pad of his finger easing over your engorged bud every other second. You wanted more, needed more. You squirm beneath him, attempting to push your clit against his palm. Your efforts are in vain when he clamps a hand down on your waist. “Sit still,” he growls.

You whimper. “Need more,” you rasp out. Your whole body is acting out now, shifting and turning as you try to wiggle closer. Your mouth brushes against his jawline. The sharp angle is the first thing your muddled thoughts focus on, lips hungrily latching onto his porcelain skin to suck a purple blossom onto it.

Any other day Sunghoon would bask in the attention, let you bruise his skin up until he was violet from love.

Today… well.

You were playing a different game.

The hand that had been exploring your nether regions suddenly snaps up, catching your chin between his fingers. The wetness that has coated his digits smears messily across your skin, and you whimper when he squishes your cheeks beneath his fingers.

“No ‘please’?” he huffs, turning your head to meet his eyes.

Dark chocolate eyes you’ve come to associate with love and adoration stare back at you unimpressed. His pronounced brow bone twitches, like he’s holding the true intensity of his glare back for your own sake. He slots his mouth against yours with no warning, tongue pushing its way past your lips. It’s messy, his tongue licking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a lollipop for him to suck on. It pulls a surprised moan from your lips that he swallows quickly enough, biting down on your lower lip harshly. When he pulls away, he’s got that same bored look on his face. You feel small under such a cold look, shoulders scrunching up damn near your ears in a subtle attempt to hide from him.

The action makes Sunghoon scoff as he leans away from you. He leaves you on his lap alone, like a tiny island desperate to join the main land. You shuffle around in a hurry, looping your arms around his neck in a last ditch effort to calm him down. It does nothing for Sunghoon, who only prods his tongue along his cheek as he regards you with a calculating gaze.

After a moment, he finally says, “on your knees.”

Your heart falls out of your chest. “Huh?” you whisper hoarsely, wide eyes taking in his unimpressed expression. “Knees? But Daddy,” you whine, lower lip quivering as you glance down at the hardwood floor.

Anywhere else you wouldn’t have minded. In fact, anywhere else you would’ve been on the floor before the sentence even left his mouth. You loved sucking his dick almost as much as he loved eating you out. However your knees were embarrassingly frail against hard flooring, which is why most blowjobs had been administered in the comfort of his bed or the couch. Sometimes on carpeted surfaces, but Sunghoon never pushed when he knew you would be aching the whole time.

Which is why his current demand has you standing stiff. “O-On the floor?” you murmur.

The stark truth was that Sunghoon had you terribly spoiled. His constant pampering had convinced you you were invincible. His love was practically handed to you on a silver plate, cloth napkin folded like a crane beside it. He had never made you do something you didn’t like, and he had never put you in an uncomfortable position, mentally or physically.

Until now.

Sunghoon gestures for the ground with a curt nod. “Is there a problem?” he inquires.

You look back again, eye the dark wood planks beneath you, glossed over enough to make them shine even in this weak light. “No,” you belatedly respond, slowly pushing yourself off his lap and onto your feet. Your big shirt falls back down, covers the tops of your thighs as you stand nude from the waist down. You’re tempted to just yank it down even more, hide beneath the cloth so he doesn’t have to see you whine and bitch about your knees aching.

Sunghoon was so cool. He was so suave and composed. He was the opposite of you, which is why the two of you meshed so well together. You’ve thought about it about ten times tonight, but it was true. Despite all that, there were times his mature exterior made you feel small— small and silly. Like now, with him sitting against the sofa, dark eyes tracing up your legs in amusement.

You sink to the ground, very pointedly avoiding his gaze. The wooden slats are cold and hard beneath your knees, your kneecap immediately screaming in discomfort. Sunghoon leans forward with his elbows on his knees, messy curls covering half of his face. “You know,” he hums, reaching out to trail his knuckles across your cheekbone. “I kinda like having you like this,” he admits, “below me like the good little girl you are.”

Your breath stutters as it leaves your lungs, fidgeting hands tugging at the front hem of your shirt in a feeble attempt to cover yourself up. Sunghoon smirks at the movement, eventually retracting his hand to give you one, condescending pat on the head.

A hearty sigh escapes his lips as he settles back onto the couch cushions. “Keep me entertained, will you?” You gawk, but you know it’s not a question. He reaches over for the remote to turn the volume up on the Barbie movie.

Your favorite song on the entire soundtrack is playing, almost mocking you as you shuffle closer to him. Two hands tentatively placed on his thighs as the two animated maidens flounce around the screen. He doesn’t bat a single lash your way, eyes focused on the huge screen behind you instead.

His sweatpants give away easily, elastic band snapping away from hips. You have to fight that and his boxers down, Sunghoon sitting like an immovable boulder in front of you. You barely manage to free his cock— the same jumbo cock you had referred to earlier —and it almost slaps you across the face from the force of its recoil. Your breath catches in your throat, a short-lived squeal as you flinch at the movement.

The sound causes him to look your way, over the bridge of his nose. “Do you mind?” he says scornfully. “I’m trying to watch a movie.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, quickly grasping his cock between your fist.

But apparently you’re doing everything wrong tonight. Sunghoon hisses. “Shit— would it kill you to lick it first? Like you’re trying to start a damn fire on my cock,” he mumbles, head lolling back to watch the screen again.

You move in slower this time, careful to lick your palm before trying to grab him. When you do, it’s even more delayed, fingers hesitantly tightening around his swollen member. You’re trying to gauge his reaction, worried eyes flickering up to him every few seconds. Sunghoon doesn’t object, craning his neck to the side to crack a joint there. With his clearance you carry on.

The strokes are slow at first, hand barely reaching over his tip like he likes. You’re weirdly anxious you’ll mess up for him, make him look at you with contempt. You suppose it’s because of the game you’re playing that you’re on edge. Usually, Sunghoon adheres to your rules, soft as they may be, and he never pushes where you don’t want. Tonight, it’s like you’re a show dog desperate to impress her owner. In short, you were his bitch.

You loved it.

As much as you wanted to be good for him, the mere thought of your normally sweet-hearted boyfriend glaring down at you does something to you, makes your pussy clench.

It’ll haunt you for weeks. The image of such unimpressed eyes leveled your way because you couldn’t handle his dick will stain the insides of your eyelids. Even though he’ll brush it off, kiss you and tell you it’s fine, the inner conceited hoe in you will never let it go, will recall the memory every time your hand is under your panties.

Still, you’re terribly desperate to impress him. He was your other half, your lover, your sweetheart, your goddamn king; he deserved only the best— not some half-assed, scaredy-cat blowjob that would leave him reeling back afterwards.

With that belief and a sticky blob of spit later, you’re pushing him into your throat. It’s the first reaction you get since he’d started feeling you up, a deep, raspy groan straight from the pits of hell, that has you working even harder to swallow his cock down. “That’s it,” he pants, carding his fingers through your hair. “Good girl.”

You positively mewl under the praise, tongue growing heavy in your mouth as you swallow more and more of him down. The hard tip of his cock pulses inside, rubbing against your palate and then your throat. A gag catches in your throat, one you quickly subdue by shifting your hips.

Fuck, he was so big. Just the feeling of his cock brashly rubbing against the corners of your lips has you fantasizing about how he’ll undoubtedly stretch your pussy apart later. You moan, letting your eyes flutter shut as you try to wave those images away.

When his cock hits the back of your throat, you’re ten chapters deep into an erotic novel all about sucking Sunghoon‘s dick. If your eyes weren’t already shut you’re certain they’d be at the back of your head anyway. It twitches against your tongue, one thick bead of precum sliding down your throat.

It seems to be the final straw for Sunghoon, who clamps a hand down on the back of your head, forcefully pulling you away only to shove you down again. With his grip in your hair, he really goes to town. You whimper at his brutal movements, his cock nudging the back of your throat with every harsh tug of your hair. The slippery, wet glide of his cock against your mouth fills the room with a lewd squelching that drowns out the movie.

Your pussy quivers with each new intrusion, thighs pressing together as if that will quell the searing ache between them. It doesn’t, and when Sunghoon finally bursts in your mouth, creamy cum splattering against your tongue and lips, it only grows.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing you away as he sinks back into the cushions. His chest heaves beneath the material of his t-shirt, sweat dripping down from his hairline. Normally, you’d take this opportunity to crawl back onto his lap, lick and kiss away at his body while he recovered. But truthfully, you were both still new to this whole experience so there were still the occasional lulls between actions.

Sensing your uncertainty, Sunghoon tugs you onto his lap. He presses one soft kiss against your cheek, eyes momentarily losing their hard edge to assure you everything is fine. You give him a tiny nod, as if assuring him you’re okay. He presses his mouth to yours, plush lips soothing over your raw lips. It’s brief, the kiss; he guides you through it but switches back quickly. He pulls away and bites down harshly on the side of your neck. “So perfect for me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, soothing his bite over with a swipe of his tongue.

You dissolve into a mushy puddle on his lap, muscles growing weak from his touch. Sunghoon kisses down your neck, over your t-shirt clad chest, before he’s nudging you back down onto the cushions. With him looming over you, your body instinctively has you spreading your legs apart. His t-shirt comes up with one yank over his shoulders, sinewy muscles coming into view.

“Yum,” you whisper, hands reaching up to trail over his v-line. They’re quickly slapped away, a startled gasp pulled from your lips as Sunghoon takes your wrists in his hands.

One shapely brow is raised in your direction. “Did I say you could touch?” he murmurs, pinning your hands above your head. A gasp catches in your throat from his close proximity. You subconsciously tilt your head up, try to brush your mouth against his, only to be denied with a subtle turn of his face. “How do you want it, pretty?” he asks, releasing the tight grip around your wrists.

Immediately, you latch around his broad shoulders, fingers tracing over the muscles of his arms until they meet at the base of his neck. “However you want,” you purr, pulling him closer until your bodies are aligned, the warm heat of his frame over yours. You kiss the spot beneath his ear once before he trails his lips down.

Sunghoon mouths against your shoulder, lips tracing over the juncture where it meets your neck. “Hm,” he hums, taking a tiny sliver of skin between his teeth. “And if I said I wanted it hard?”

His proposal is followed by a slow roll of his hips against your throbbing core, the same dick you had just choked on gliding along your folds. You whimper, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you. Every ridge, ever vein of his hardened cock runs along your sensitive folds, reminding you of the aching flame inside of you. “Th-That’s fine,” you pant, leg lazily thrown over his hip. His hands trail over your waist, collecting your t-shirt as they move up your body until it’s pushed over the swell of your breasts.

When the material is finally discarded off to the side, leaving you in that flimsy bra Sunghoon that snaps off, he strikes again. His tongue laps over your collarbone first, pouty lips ghosting over the skin as he makes his way to your breast. He takes one hardened peak into his mouth, drawing a shaky inhale from you. He rolls it between his teeth, tongue flicking the sensitive nub as you squirm beneath him.

Eventually he pulls away with a wet pop. Sunghoon smirks, a soft puff of air fanning over your newly bruised skin. “Aren’t you the prettiest little thing.” He pushes away from you with one strong arm, looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “Watch the movie,” he says.

You blink. “Huh?”

Before you know it, he’s tugging you back up onto your feet. He pushes you around, nearly sends you toppling over the coffee table as he positions you to his liking. “hoon!” you exclaim, palms slapping down against the glass tabletop in an effort to catch yourself. Just barely, your reflection glares back up at you.

A tap against your pussy startles you from the sight. “Wha—“

Two hands grab onto your biceps, tugging you up forcefully until your back arches, leaving you bent at a ninety degree angle before him. “Look, sweetheart,” he coos against your ear, voice deep enough that it vibrates through every bone in your body. Your breath stutters in your throat, exhilaration blossoming in your chest. “It’s your favorite movie.”

It is in fact your favorite movie, the same one you had fought tooth and nail just moments prior to watch. On screen, the two damsels are exploring new things in their lives, just how you were experiencing Sunghoon’s true intensity for the first time. “It is,” you quietly confirm, back aching from the position.

Sunghoon either doesn’t care about your depleting strength or really trusts in you not to faceplant onto his glass coffee table, palms sliding down to the crease of your elbows to hold you. “Tell me what it’s about,” he says

Just as the words leave his mouth, something hard and wet prods against your folds. “Oh,” you cry, fists tightening into balls as the feeling overwhelms you. “ Sunghoon, please.”

One elbow is let go, and the abrupt release has you scrambling to catch yourself, your glass reflection coming a little too close. This becomes even more difficult when a hand suddenly strikes down hard against your ass, a startled yelp escaping you. Just as quickly as you were released, Sunghoon wastes no time snatching your back up, yanking you back until your cunt runs along his cock again.

“C’mon, pretty, thought you knew better,” he sighs playfully.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, chest heaving with every slow roll of his hips. Your pussy was sopping, desperate to be filled with something. It was even worse knowing his dick was right there, just inches outside of where you need him most. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you repeat.

Sunghoon chuckles, and your heart backflips when he finally begins lining himself up. “It’s okay,” he assures you, in that same gentle tone he uses when you accidentally shove the wrong food down the sink disposal. “Baby’s still learning,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss against your shoulder as he begins pushing himself in. Just the head of his cock proves to be a struggle, swollen tip stretching your entrance wide. There’s an extra sting today from your half-hearted preparation, the both of you relying solely on your own arousal and excitement to let him in. It’s a nice kick.

When he finally pops past that initial tightness, you swear you could transcend into another dimension from the absolute feeling of euphoria that washes over you. “Fuck,” you mewl, fighting against his tight hold. Your efforts are in vain, ultimately choosing to drop your head down as the ecstasy continues to wash over you with each inch he offers you.

A warning squeeze around your wrist. “Language,” Sunghoon reprimands, though his voice is strained and light.

You nod mindlessly, toes curling against the wooden floor. “It-It feels so good,” you whine. Your knees wobble dangerously beneath you, until you’re swaying just the slightest bit.

He gives until there’s nothing left, the soft hairs around his dick tickling your lips as he reaches the hilt. “There we go,” he grunts, giving you one final tug to make sure this is as far as he can go. You squeal, the brush against your walls making you ridiculously high. “That’s my girl.”

The praise has your stomach tightening, the pretty images flashing across the screen completely lost on you. You felt so full. The two of you rarely did it like this, without looking at each other straight on, but there was something about Sunghoon’s looming figure being distorted by your brain’s memory, his touches wild and unpredictable, that made something inside of you twitch.

“Ohhh,” you whimper, muscles going slack for the briefest moment. The only thing that saves you from falling over is the killer grip on your forearms; when he tugs you up his cock runs along your pulsing walls. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, mouth feeling a thousand times heavier.

“The movie,” he repeats, slowly beginning to pull away from your clenching heat. You moan. “Tell me what it’s about,” he husks, punctuating his seemingly innocent statement with a harsh snap of his hips.

You wail, stumbling forward at the intensity. Still, it’s just a taste of what he has in store for you. He soon picks a pace, not too rushed or slow, as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “I-I don’t know,” you choke out, the images flashing across the gigantic screen practically unrecognizable to your muddled thoughts.

Behind you Sunghoon tuts at your incompetence, thrusting forward with an intensity that would have sent you flying if not for the grip he has on you. “You don’t know?” he huffs, tugging your elbows back again as if to secure his grip on you.

His hips are moving fast now, every piston into your warm heat making you tremble. “Fffuck,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues ramming his cock into your pulsing hole. You’re met with a harsh yank that pulls you snugly onto his cock, your entire body screaming at the way he nudges against your cervix. Despite the pleasure it gives you, Sunghoon seems anything but pleased.

“C’mon,” he huffs, twisting your arms painfully behind your back. “What did we say about that dirty mouth?” His question is followed with a snap of his hips that makes you choke on your spit. “Need you to be good for me, baby,” he groans.

“I-I am good,” you weakly defend, head hanging down limply as you fight to regain some semblance of your senses. But everything feels too much, from the rough push of his hips to the tight grip on your arms. His cock pulls out nearly all the way each time, swollen tip the only thing stopping him. Every thrust makes you quiver, every touch makes you melt.

You suppose he’d been too lenient on you up until now, and that final claim makes him snap. Sunghoon scoffs, ramming his dick inside of you. “You’re being fucking terrible right now, doll,” he admits, hammering into you like a crazed man. You sob, the coil in your belly tightening with every brutal shove of his cock. It’s something about the way his composure withers away, all sweetness melting off as he thrusts into your cunt. “I’ve asked you twice now what the damn movie was about, and you didn’t answer either time.”

A hand clamps around your throat suddenly, yanking you up right until his breath fans across your ear. You’re not sure when your eyes had become so teary, but the images flickering across the screen are a foggy mess you couldn’t decipher even if you tried. “__,” he rasps against your ear, his voice scratchy. “Tell me. Now.”

You whimper as he shoves his way back inside, the angry head of his cock testing you. “T-Two girls, one’s a princess,” you cry, knees wobbling as the feeling in your core grows. “They look alike, and-and…”

“And?” Sunghoon asks as you trail off, his words followed by a particularly brutal surge of his hips. His cock glides against your walls easily despite the way you clench around him.

“A-And they have problems they wanna avoid,” you stammer, the plot slipping in and out of your mind with every roll of his cock into your core. “So-so they swap places.”

Behind you, Sunghoon snorts. “What a stupid fucking movie,” he says meanly, before he begins to piston his cock into you. You’re trembling by now, your orgasm looming over your head with each thrust.

Before you can warn him, the thin string holding you together snaps, the sudden flood of relief making your knees buck dangerously. Sunghoon barely has enough time to catch you around the waist, holding you against him as a litany of curses and his name come spewing out of your mouth. “No, no,” you wail, your entire body twitching as the orgasm rolls over you. “hoon— Sunghoon!”

“I’ve got you,” he reassures you, fingers holding you tight around the waist. The coffee table you had feared cracking your skull on finally comes to use as you press your hands onto the surface in a feeble attempt to steady yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, faintly aware of the rock hard cock between your pulsing walls, probably drenched in your cum now. “I-I didn’t—“

He shushes you quickly, settling the two of you back onto the couch. Funnily enough, he doesn’t bother pulling you off of him, his dick snug inside your cunt as he seats you on his lap. “You’re alright, sweetheart,” he comforts, hands soothingly running up your sides. You want to protest, want to get back on your knees and give him another chance to cum all over your face, but Sunghoon nudges your chin with a knuckle. “Watch your movie,” he croons.

The Princess and the Pauper is literally the last thing on your mind right now; didn’t he realize how much you wanted to please him? Why was he choosing now to be so stubborn? Oh, that Park Sunghoon, maybe Isa was right to call him an airhead.

Your slander campaign against your boyfriend is cut short when a hand flutters over your mound, thumb idly tracing over your sensitive clit. Before you can turn and look at him, Sunghoon is rutting his hips against you slowly. “The screen, baby,” he says, and you want to argue that you can’t possibly enjoy a movie with him being so sneaky beneath you. The words get washed away when he presses down on your clit.

“Koo— Daddy,” you whine, lower lips still trembling from the orgasm you had two minutes ago. Sunghoon responds with a kiss against your shoulder, hands trailing around your waist.

“No more of that,” he mumbles as he begins bouncing you on his cock. You moan, every inhale cut short by the shallow thrusts of his cock into your delicate walls. “Just your hoon now.”

“My… hoon,” you pant dreamily. Your cum provides an even better lubricant than before, lewd squelches filling the area alongside your cries as Sunghoon chases both your second orgasms.

“Mhmm,” he groans, jostling you over his lap with no rhythm whatsoever. “Yours, baby.” You stretch your hands back, carding one set of fingers through the hair above his ear, pushing the strands away from his face. “Just like you’re mine.”

Something inside of you tightens painfully, and you’re not sure if it’s your heart or your pussy. You guess it’s both, as you stutter out, “y-your pretty girl?” Sunghoon hums in agreement, repeating your favorite nickname back to you. The rest of your words die out between the two of you, lost in the slow and soft movements that fill in. You want to tell him you love him, adore him like no other, but every breath of air is stolen away by him.

Eventually the two of your are cumming, your second orgasms much quieter and slower compared to your first. You still mewl, wither against him when you cream his cock, and Sunghoon catches you all the same. He guides you through the fog with kisses against your jaw, your dripping pussy helping him through his own.

When all is said and done and you’re both basking in a post-orgasmic make-out, you realize how sweaty and icky you are. “Ugh, this is gross,” you pout as he wiggles you off his lap. He pushes you beside him, letting you flop over the length of the couch as he reaches for something to clean you up with.

“You’re gross,” he retorts softly, blinking in that slow, drawn out way he does when you know he’s sleepy. His t-shirt runs along your neck, collecting the sweat there.

You nudge him with your foot. “I’m not the one who wanted to fuck during a Barbie movie,” you scoff, pinching the skin on his forearm when his gaze lingers a second too long on your creamy pussy. “Look somewhere else, weirdo.”

Sunghoon laughs quietly, looking at you with an adoring expression on his face. He doesn’t even finish cleaning you off, tossing the soiled shirt somewhere off to the side in favor of cuddling into you. “Where? My Jumbotron?” he teases, raining down a parade of kisses against your face. “Don’t wanna,” he smiles, too soft and boyish for the words that leave his lips next. “Wanna lick your pretty pussy clean.”

“Park Sunghoon,” you scold, covering your face with your palms in embarrassment. “Look at your stupid IMAX screen and leave me alone.”

He cackles loudly now, in that evil witch way it took him a while to show you, and you know he’s got that big silly grin on his face now. . “The IMAX screen? The same one that made you,” a pause, “climax?”

“Get off of me.”

——

Just as you predicted, Sunghoon’s mom gives him the scolding of a lifetime when she drops by the next weekend. The poor woman nearly faints at the theater screen on the wall, only to quickly regain herself. You giggle from your spot on the couch as she whacks his stupidly ripped bicep with the leek you’re supposed to chop up for dinner later.

What you’re not expecting is for her anger to shift to you as she scolds you for letting her idiotic son make such purchases. She gets one playful thwack against your side with the leek before your charming idiotic boyfriend swoops in to save you.

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euphoricdr3ams · 5 years ago

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1:47 AM

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jennie x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,472

Part: 1

Something was off. You couldn’t put your finger on it but something had definitely changed. She no longer responded to your messages within minutes. She’d give excuses when you asked to Facetime. She worked late into the night. Your mind raced, trying not to jump to conclusions. Your mind flashed back to all of her affirmations of love.

I love you...

I’ll never leave you…

You’re my soulmate...

You held onto those words, praying that the next time you met that she’d have an explanation for her behavior. The history between you two goes way back. You were her first relationship, her first love. You watched her grow into the headstrong idol she is today.

Though she was busy pursuing her dreams, she always made time for you. She’d cancel on her members and stay up late hours on the phone with you. She’d sneak out to just get boba in the middle of the night. The rare moments where you felt broken she was always there. The times where she couldn’t be she sent all of your favourite things: cookies, stuffed animals and the occasional Tiffany bracelet. You hated when she spent all her money on you but she was insistent on spoiling you and treating you like a princess.

The more you reminisce on the past, the more you realized how beautiful the past three years had been. From what you thought was only going to be one night stand turned into a full three year relationship hidden from the cameras. No one could have predicted you’d both ended up here. When it finally happened, you were both in a state of bliss. A cheesy confession after a passionate session of love making. Could you two get any more stereotypical. You were the first to make the move to something deeper. It took her time but eventually Jennie allowed herself to feel love. After all of the struggle you had been through individually and as a couple, There was nothing that could have broken you apart.

This made Jennie's recent actions over the past few weeks even more odd. You laid on your bed confused. Why the sudden change? The one person who you would turn to wasn’t available yet posted about a new endorsement on Instagram. You slammed your Macbook closed in frustration—a gift she gave you.

“What the fuck?” you screamed as you stared at the ceiling.

“Hey, Let's talk it out now.” You almost forgot you had your friend listening to you on speaker phone nearby. You were so used to just speaking with no one around. “Have you tried to contact her members? What about Nayeon or Yeri?

“They all are being just as shady as she is. But can I really be mad at them? Even if she’s cheating, why would they tell me? They’re her friends before they’re mine anyway...”

You held back tears as you spoke the possibility of your girlfriend cheating into existence.

“Have you tried reaching out to Kai?”

Kim Jongin. Kai. The Dance King of one of the most popular kpop groups ever. He had drop dead gorgeous looks and public approval that you couldn’t compete with. You hated the idea when it was first brought up by YG. your mind thought back to that horrible day.

3 Months Ago

Jennie shuffled in the bed, disrupting the peaceful after-sex nap. She wore you out with all the toys, teasing, and overstimulation earlier.

“Princess,” she purred in your ear. You already knew where this was heading. “I know you’re not sleeping.”

“Well, I’m not now,” you said in your whiny voice. She always liked it when you whined a little.

“Good,” she said. “Come look at me. I have to tell you something.” Slick fingers wrapped around your waist as you shifted under the duvet so you looked her in her eyes. You were greeted with a face full of concern. She looked distressed. Jennie bit her lip in nervousness. She knew what she was about to reveal would be a big blow to your relationship and put it to the test. You saw how hard it was for her to speak.

“It’s okay,” you said, your heart beginning to race. “Take your time.”

“Please don’t freak out.” But it was too late for that; you were already freaking out. “YG thinks it's going to be a good idea for me to get into a scandal.” You continued to listen.”One that allows me to capitalize on internet rumors. They want me to start hanging out with Kai and then it will get revealed that I am dating him around the same time as my solo debut.”

Your eyes widened. “What? Don’t they look at the internet? Why would YOU of ALL idols need to get into a dating scandal? They already dragged your name through the mud after what happened at the Lotte concert. Why would this be a good idea?”

“After seeing the response from Hyuna and Dawn, they thought it would be good for me and Blackpink.” She played with the curls in your hair. “Plus, YG is trying to distract the media from something big that has been rumored to be going on with Big Bang and, you know, he always sacrifices us.”

“Why are you trying to justify this? Jennie, this is a horrible idea. You’re just gonna let him do this to you? What if it backfires? Then what? What about me..?” Your emotions were starting to get the best of you as your voice began to shake. “How am I supposed to feel? You won't even tell your family about us. Now I'm just supposed to be cool while you spend what little free time you have with someone else?”

You were tearing up. You didn't want to pressure her to come out but remaining in hiding was a huge deal for you. Your family all knew. Your friends knew. You wanted to shout to the world your love for her but you kept it secret, all for her sake. Now she was gonna be photographed and used like a tool to make YG richer. You had to let her know how you felt whether she was ready to hear it or not.

You saw her face fall in real time. She already knew you were going to respond like this. There was nothing she could do. She was in a legal binding contract with YG Entertainment. Truth be told they decided all of this without her consent and had already finalized all of the non disclosure agreements before they even told her.

“Y/N, I don't even want to do this at all. I don’t have a choice. I’m just trying to find a silver lining in a dark situation. The “relationship” has an expiration date and, trust me, I won’t leave him for you.” She kissed your forehead and pulled you into her arms. You laid there as she ran her fingers through your hair. You had no choice but to trust her and just pray and hope the situation between you and her would never change.

You were brought back to reality, after recalling the frustrating memory. “I know the thought of Kai makes you feel a little insecure,” your friend said.

“Don’t remind me…”

“Y/N, if you feel this upset you’re going to have to ask her. You know Jennie can't hold up her act in front of you. Knowing is better than sitting around and wondering what’s going on,” she said. “Look I gotta get some sleep. It’s almost two in the morning. I’ll check on you tomorrow...and think about what I said.”

The line went dead and now you were left alone in the dark with your thoughts. You knew that your friend was right but you weren’t sure if you were ready for your questions to be answered. What if she was cheating? What were you going to do about it? How would you handle it? Were you prepared to leave all three years of memories behind?

[1:47am] Jennie - Are you up right now? Can I come over?

Seeing your phone light up with a notification from your girlfriend almost made you want to laugh. It was as if she knew that you were thinking of her, as if she had intercepted your negative thoughts of lies and cheating.

[1:50am] I am. You can come over now if you want. I want to ask you something.

[1:50 am] Jennie- I’ll be there in 20 mins.

It was now or never. You got dressed, sporting your favorite pair of sweats and a T-shirt. You washed your face and brushed your teeth, worried about what came next. Anything could happen now. If things went well and everything was a figment of your imagination, it’d be over and the two of you would make love all night into the early hours of the morning. But if things went badly, you’d spend the rest of your night crying until you couldn’t cry anymore and burying yourself in a grave full of regret and doubt. Whatever the outcome, you told yourself, it was better than being stuck in a limbo of uncertainty.

A sound at the door disrupted your thoughts. Jennie opened the front door, closing it shut behind her. She was wearing comfy clothes, probably coming straight from practice. Her demeanor was off, with a look of dejection plastered across her face. At the sight of her, your heart began pounding in your chest. She didn’t say anything until she put her coat down and grabbed a glass of water.

The conversation started off with “Hey” and “How was your day?” The next four minutes were filled with small talk, awkward things that you never really talked about before. Her actions were off. She sat, closed off from you. Not once did she try to touch you. Not once did she try to kiss you. Not once did she say she loved you. Your mind already shifted into worst case scenario mode before she even opened her mouth.

“Y/N, I loved you. I want you to know that.” She took a deep breath. Loved. Past tense. “I think It’s time for us to take a break.”

“Why?”

“I’ve been going through a lot after all of these scandals and the mounting pressure from YG and I don't want to keep being a bad girlfriend to you. You deserve better.”

Every word that came from her mouth broke your heart into pieces. How could she suddenly feel this way? Why was there no emotion on her face? Why were there no signs of sadness or regret? What the fuck was the point of the past three years if she was willing to end it all without any sign of remorse. You couldn’t stand the silence and decided to speak, trying to keep your voice down.

“Three Years. We’ve been together three years and that's all you’re gonna say? Seriously Jennie, be honest for once. I can see right through your bullshit. After all this time, why don’t you tell me the truth? Why have you been acting differently?Why haven’t you been answering my calls and taking your time to respond to texts? You don't stop by anymore and you don’t even want me to stop by the studio to bring you food. Why the sudden change?”

You were so angry you hadn’t realized that you were screaming.

Jennie sat there, stone faced and motionless. She knew the answer to all of your questions but couldn’t bring herself to crush you like that. She wanted this to end peacefully, to the point where you could still be friends. But she didn’t know if that was possible. Not after she betrayed you in the worst way.

Back in Paris, she’d gone out for drinks with Kai. You’d both had too much and he flirted with you and you flirted back. She knew she was playing a dangerous line but the idea of playing with fire made her excited. One thing led to another and she crossed the line. She had sex with him, waking up in the middle of the night with her clothes scattered all over the hotel room. She quietly got dressed and left the room, ashamed of the mess she’d made.

She cried in her own hotel room for the rest of the day, ignoring her phone and cutting off communication with everyone. How could she be so selfish? Being drunk was never an excuse. She shouldn't have let herself go like that. She didn't deserve you. You needed someone who was gonna be strong, not a weakling who would betray their lover and jump in bed with the first man that flirted with them.

Soon, she fell back into destructive habits. Everything was out of her control but the one thing she could control was her weight. She went into the bathroom and puked away all of her guilt. She was hoping that it would make all of the guilt and pain disappear but it didn’t. Kai was gorgeous and even though it would be easier, he wasn’t you. Truth be told, she had been denying the realities of her own sexual identity and that night confirmed it for her. She loved you and only you but she knew that you deserved better. She couldn't bring herself to break your heart. She treated you worse and worse, hoping one day you would get sick of her shit and leave but the day didn’t come. You were as loyal as a dog and would never leave her side.

Currently, she was faced with the reality of continuing to lie or being honest with you. She chose honesty. “I fucked up. Y/N, I had sex with Kai.” Jennie burst into tears. “I’m so sorry” Jennie cried into her sweater. She couldn't even hold herself together, fearful of the best thing that ever happened to her would be walking out the door in a minute.

You were motionless.The truth had come to the light and your worst fear was true. She’d lied to you, cheated on you, completely broken your trust…

“For what it's worth, It was only one time,” Jennie explained, “and I was drunk. It’s not an excuse and I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise to you to be faithful. I know I'm full of shit. I couldn't handle the guilt and thought that if I pushed you away, it would help. But tonight I’m ready to be a woman and own up to my mistakes and let you know that I love you with all of my heart. If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I’ll never ever betray you again. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I love you and that we can get past this. But if you want to call it quits, I understand. Y/N, the decision is all yours now.”

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Hey Y’all, I finally came back to life and decided to give you a little something something while being trapped at home due to Miss Rona. Depending on how you all like this I will write a conclusion to this. Let me know what would you would do XOXO Admin YOLO

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crimsonbluemoon · 5 years ago

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Working for Love: A TerrorMoo story 16/17

Hello hello! Happy Saturday to everyone reading this. This story’s been a lot of fun to write, and I’m happy to get this final part out. This is the technical ending to the story, but per Grace’s request, I’ll have an extra scene for people looking for a mature epilogue.

But for those who don’t, this is the final one! So please, enjoy.

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Previous Part

Start from the beginning

Brian couldn’t keep the smile off his face if someone punched him (Tyler had already threatened to once, due to how ‘goofy’ his grin looked all day). Why?

Because he and Brock were together.

Well, sort of.

After comforting Brock during his breakdown, he’d spent a week sleeping at Brock’s place. Cuddling and kissing Brock every morning before life dragged them out of bed had been the best part of his day, and he felt high from the sensations that thrummed through his body each time Brock murmured his name with fondness. Sex hadn’t been talked about yet, which Brian understood. Brock had taken two hours to fully explain the negative effects his ex had on his body image, as well as his mental health. Just hearing how Brock’s previous boyfriend handled the situation was disgusting and left a bitter taste in his mouth. He’d split a pizza with Craig on Brock’s couch the next day, letting Brock catch up on sleep he’d been struggling to claim due to his anxiety. Mini looked rightfully spiteful when speaking about the ex, pointing out that the emotional abuse he’d provided Brock had been going on long before Brock even realized it.

Brian had made sure to cuddle Brock even tighter that night, hoping his warmth could chase away any residual pain left behind.

“You still didn’t ask him to be your boyfriend? You’re literally worse than Jonathan and Evan. I didn’t even think that was possible.” Tyler’s blunt statement made Brian laugh and Evan shrug, arms leaning on the front desk.

“There’s no expiration date on love.”

“You saying you love Jonathan?” Brian asked, forcing himself not to pump his fists when finally getting a hint of a blush on Evan’s face.

“I’m just here for the pizza man, not to get dissected.” And to prove his point, Evan reached forward to snag a piece from the box in front of him. The tradition of the gym was to provide pizza every first monday of the month as an incentive to get fair-weather members in for a work-out. The likelihood of them signing up for a class once there was higher, especially after the guilt of eating four slices of pizza came into play. It was a smart marketing move on Tyler’s part, Brian would give him that.

“Number one, you’re here because I still pay you for some fucking reason.” Tyler smacked the back of Evan’s hand, scowling when Evan only clutched the crust harder and took the pain in order to rip a bite off the piece.

“You can’t separate a man from his true love.”

“Funny, I don’t see Jonathan here.” Brian quipped back, snickering.

“Look who’s talking!” Evan’s childish reply didn’t deserve a response, so Brian ignored it by stuffing his own piece of pizza into his mouth.

“Number two,” Tyler continued, glaring at both guilty parties. “Stop eating the customer’s food.”

“It’s closing time; the only one whose gonna come in now is Brock,” Brian said, glancing to the clock. It was close to 9:30, meaning they only had a half hour before the place officially shut down. A quick sweep of the gym saw two, maybe three, people inside.

“And it’s so good.” Evan said, or that was what Brian thought he said, since pizza was muffling his words.

“Number three; you both are hopeless losers if you can’t get the balls to ask out the men you’re in love with. I barely even tolerate Mini, but I was smart enough to make it official.” The last piece of information made Brian choke on his slice. Tyler and Craig were dating? Since when?! What alternate reality was he living in? And were they fucking, because Tyler still was just as grouchy as he’d been during his dry spell. Brian was going to have words with Craig. “And for the last fucking time, Brian, put your hat on.”

“Can’t,” he coughed out after swallowing the ball of dough lodged in his throat. “Gotta go get the weights ready for Brocky, bye!”

“I’m going to fire you!” Tyler’s threat barely left a scratch on Brian as he tuned him out, humming when jogging through the gym to get to the weight rack. He’d set up time for Brock to work with him on free weights, which really was just a ploy to watch Brock’s bicep flex up close. All of Brock was handsome, but there was something about the transformation of his arm that really made Brian’s stomach heat with arousal. He wasn’t planning on getting anything out of it (other than a nice little image to think of in the shower), but Brian had already accepted that Brock could read a newspaper and he would somehow find it sexy. At least during this particular activity, he’d have a reason to ‘fix his form’.

“Hey.” Brian paused in moving one of the bars to the side when he heard a new voice call out to him, glancing over his shoulder at the newcomer. The man wasn’t out of shape, though the lack of definement on his muscles proved the gym wasn’t the first place he thought of going after work. It may have explained why he was calling out to Brian; he probably needed help with something he hadn’t learned to use yet.

“What can I help you with?” Brian asked, caught off guard by the once over he got. Sure, this wouldn’t be the first time someone had checked him out, but most did it from the corner of their eyes or behind machinery. The guy was bold, Brian would give him that.

“I’m new to this gym. Was wondering how to sign up for training lessons.”

“Most of our sessions are between the hours of 9am and 5pm; we rarely do one this close to closing. You can talk to Evan or Tyler at the front desk and see what trainer fits your timeframe,” Brian answered, giving a polite smile that stayed rigid with professionalism. Flirting was nice when he wasn’t dating someone, but Brian knew how to turn off his charm when he needed to. Here, seeing the obvious interest in Brian, he made sure to keep an appropriate distance from him when pointing out the front desk. “They’ll tell you all of our availability up there.”

“Are you free now?” Persistence did not look good on this man, and Brian had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. From the corner of his gaze, he caught a familiar face, and his smile was much easier to throw out when seeing Brock giving him a wave.

“Actually, I’m not. My boyfriend’s coming over to work out with me.” He’d said the title hundreds of times in his head, but it was the first that he’d let slip from his lips. And damn, did it feel good. He added a nod behind the man, who huffed and turned to inspect who Brian was talking about. Brian didn’t get to see the man’s reaction, because the joy that drained from Brock’s smile was far more important. Brock had never turned pale so fast in Brian’s presence, his wide eyes and quickened breathing both signs that something had gone terribly wrong. And fuck if people were watching (really it was just this one guy in the gym now), Brian needed to soothe him. “Brock? Sweetheart, you okay?”

“That’s who you’re dating?” The unnecessary bite to the man’s tone had Brian snapping his head back, his glare already reved up.

“That a problem?”

“He’s my ex-boyfriend.” A sentence had never made Brian’s stomach drop out and boil with rage at the same time.

He was going to give Tyler a reason to fire him, after all.

“You fucking asshole.” Brian’s hands grabbed the man’s shirt before slammed him into the mirror, fists shaking from how hard he was pressing into the other’s chest. “You fucking waste of life.”

“Brian!” Brock’s cry of his name was heard, but for once, he didn’t feel soothed by it. Instead, the hatred and anger blistered in his skin, his teeth clenched together between scalding words of disgust.

“You vile dick. You, you, think you have any right to say shit to Brock? That you deserve anyone close to his calibre? Are you fucking crazy?” His arms slammed the man back again when he tried to respond, not wanting to hear his response. “I should knock every one of your stupid teeth out-”

“Please stop!” Brock’s chest was warm when he grabbed Brian from behind, his forehead pressed to the back of Brian’s neck. The arms around Brian were strong, but shaking, and it was the fact that Brock was trembling that made Brian finally let go of the other’s shirt. Brock pulled him back a couple feet before another hand grabbed him, turning him to face Evan and Tyler.

“Yo, calm down dude,” Evan tried to be calm about the outburst, but Tyler’s anger palpable in the air.

“What the fuck was that? You can’t attack random ass people in the gym!”

“He’s not random!” Brian snarled back, sending a scathing glare toward the man now staring at Brock. Brock, who was now pressed to his side, hadn’t noticed the look, too busy grabbing Brian’s hands to check his knuckles for bruises. But Brian had, and he wanted to rip the man’s eyeballs out of his head for even thinking he had the right. “That’s Brock’s ex.”

“Oh shit.” Evan’s voice was quiet, but it seemed to echo from how silent the gym had become. Brock flinched next to him, but stayed silent on the topic, shaky fingers rubbing circles into Brian’s knuckles.

“Jesus fuck, what is my life.” Tyler’s groan was followed by his hand sliding down his face, but Brian picked up on some of his ire washing away. He wished his anger had lowered at all, but seeing Brock’s ex open his mouth made fury rise through him again.

“Brock, you… you lost some weight.” It was insulting to hear Brock’s accomplishment said with such a surprised tone. Brian’s spine was ready to snap with how stiff it was, but he held himself still when Brock’s hand slipped to his lower back and rubbed along the vertebrae.

“I’ve been working on being healthier,” Brock answered quietly, and Brian hated how hard it looked for Brock to make eye contact with the man who’d crushed him months ago. “It’s not really about the weight; just trying to be happy.”

“That’s what I meant, that’s what I’ve always been telling you-”

“No.” In an uncharacteristic rudeness that had Brian’s pride swelling, Brock steadied his feet and took a slow breath before continuing. “No, that’s not what you did. You tore me down and picked out everything you felt was wrong about me. It wasn’t about me being happy, it was about being good enough for you to date. You supported change; you just… you didn’t support me.”

“Well, I-”

“But now,” Brock’s hand paused in its movement against Brian’s back, and he didn’t need any incentive to lean down and kiss Brock’s temple for reassurance. He felt Brock lean into the connection for a moment, as if trying to absorb Brian’s confidence in him. “I’m with someone who will.”

“He’s only with you because you lost weight. If anything, I helped you. You’re never going to get better than you are now, which you only got to because I left you.”

“Brock’s been the same fucking person since day one, you prick. Do you really think losing weight made him different somehow? How blind can you be? I swear to God- say something stupid like that again-” Brian was ready to launch across the floor to tackle the man to the ground, but in a blink of an eye, the man was yanked out of sight. Surprised, Brian glanced over to see that Tyler had the guy by the scruff of the neck. Using his height and strength, he manhandled the ex to the front of the gym, his scowl fierce.

“Okay, I’m done with this. I have a no douchebag policy in my gym, and you’re well past that line. You’re done.”

“Excuse me? I have a membership-”

“I’ll mail you a fucking refund.” Evan let out a cheer when Tyler tossed the man out of the gym, the doors slamming shut behind him. Brian wanted to feel anything but anger, but his blood was boiling.

“Fuck!” Frustrated at himself for not chasing the man down, Brian pulled away from Brock, shoulders stiff when storming into the locker room. He barely made it past the door before he shouted again, hands slamming into the row of steel lockers lining the wall. His palms stung from the intense contact, but he didn’t care, needing to feel something other than pure rage. Why had that guy thought he had any right to make Brock feel worthless? All the emotional scars, the times Brock had lost sleep, the tears poured over that beautiful face were because of a piece of garbage like that? Another heavy roll of emotion washed over Brian, who clenched his hands and pounded against the lockers again. He leaned his forearms onto the cool metal, head no longer supported by his neck when he dropped it against the solid surface. Closing his eyes, Brian could feel his trembles trickling down his back, coasting along the skin light enough to create goosebumps in their path.

“Brian.” The voice was cautious and soft, and Brian wanted to curl into it and never come out. He didn’t move from his tense position against the locker, hearing Brock move closer. “Tyler said to tell you he really did revoke his membership. Just deleted him from the database, too.”

“Probably so I wouldn’t look up his address and beat the fock outta him.” And deep down, he knew Tyler’s caution was right on the money.

“You wouldn’t really-”

“I would.” He took his time lifting his head to make sure that Brock could take in the serious expression on his face. “I would do it without a second thought.”

“You shouldn’t do that.” Brock didn’t flinch away from the violence, but his concerned look was enough to settle some of the anger in Brian’s stomach.

“After everything that focker did to you, I’d be more than happy to rearrange his face. Give me one reason I shouldn’t.”

“Because that wouldn’t make me happy.” Brian felt his lungs release the final wisps of tension at Brock’s soft touch, palms sliding over his cheeks to cradle his face in his hands. “He’s a coward who would press charges, and then I’d be the one punished again. It’d just hurt me in the end.”

“Don’t want that,” Brian admitted without a fight. His shoulders slumped, leaning his weight onto the lockers. How did Brock ease his soul like this? Seconds ago, he’d been ready to tear through every house in the town in order to find the bastard who’d hurt the nicest man Brian had ever met. Now, nuzzling his nose against the soothing touch, he just wanted to hold Brock. But his body still shook with anger, and he didn’t trust himself to stay soft yet. Not the way Brock deserved. So he kept his forearms still, letting Brock take the lead in bringing their mouths together for a kiss that only lingered for a second. When Brock continued, the words caressed his lips like a whisper for nobody else to hear.

“Neither do I. So we need to put this behind us.”

“But he-”

“All that matters is that I’m here with you right now, not chasing after him to blow up his ego and make excuses for why other guys are stronger than him.” Brian could tell from the wistful way Brock’s tone shook that he’d been in those shoes far too many times before. “He can’t hurt me anymore. Maybe a year ago, seeing him would have ruined my confidence for days. But you helped me find my self-worth. I love myself too much to let him break me down again. And giving him any more of our time just feels wrong. So we’re not going to go after him; let his last memory of me be standing tall by your side without him. That’ll be worse than any bruise you’d give him, because it won’t ever fade. He’ll know I’m...”

Brock’s confidence faltered, and Brian’s focus zeroed in on the quiver of the thumb that brushed over his cheek again. Brock was trying to be so strong, to be the support that Brian needed after he lost his cool over the ex. He was so amazing, and it shook Brian how often the beauty of Brock’s personality was hidden to make others feel better. Like Brian, right in this moment. And playing the bull-headed gym idiot others tended to see him as, he’d forgotten something important.

“He’ll know you’re mine, sweetheart.” Brock’s face dusted with red was always Brian’s favorite image, and he felt a genuine grin catch the side of his lips at the sight. Still, he didn’t feel clear enough with his words. There was no way he was going to let Brock walk out of the locker room without knowing exactly what Brian wanted. Feeling in control of himself, Brian dropped one arm from the locker, his fingers roaming over the curve of Brock’s hip to pull him closer. Their chests met as Brian turned to face him, crowding him between his body and the lockers. “Tonight, he’s gonna go to sleep with the knowledge that I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in this town, because you’re my boyfriend.”

“Really?” The wide eyes and parted lips only lasted until Brian nodded. Then, like the first hint of sunlight over the horizon, Brock’s face bloomed with awe. His cheeks were stilly rosy, rounded and perfect to cradle the cute nose between them. His lips couldn’t hide his teeth from how brightly he smiled, eyes aglow with a warmth that would make fire jealous. Hands that others could find too clammy or pudgy were soft silk holding Brian’s cheek tightly, their foreheads meeting in the middle without words. Brian couldn’t stop himself from kissing Brock once, twice, three times more, his own relief growing with each second Brock didn’t deny the claim. And when he needed to pull away (because lungs didn’t care about romance), he made sure to use the space to answer Brock’s silly question.

“I’ve been head over heels for you since I saw you singing on the treadmill.”

“Oh my God, Brian. You're the worst.” But the pure joy that came out of Brock’s watery laughter proved he didn’t mean it at all. Brian wanted to feel that giggle on his mouth, but before he could lean in again, a crackle shot through the air.

“Attention, love birds! Tyler and I would like to go home sometime before Christmas, so please stop fucking in the locker room. And clean any sex messes you make!” Mini’s loud cackle after the comment could be heard outside of the loudspeaker, and Brian laughed at the absurdity of their lives. Brock didn’t seem to find the humor in it, groaning before dropping his head onto Brian’s shoulder.

“I take it back; Craig’s the worst.” Despite rubbing Brock’s back to show sympathy, Brian couldn’t wipe the grin off his face if he tried.

Because he and Brock were together.

No doubt about it.

And look at that; happy ending! I love these two, theyre so fun to write. <3 So I hope you’ve enjoyed this! Don’t forget about our Podcast tonight, come join and hang out, and as always, like, reblog, and let me know what you think! <3

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tabletopjourneys · 4 years ago

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Session 35 Notes

The Silver Scale Pack get to know various members of Rana's immediate family, get woken by draconic-speaking rodents, find out more about their quest, and hit a few stores on their way back through Longview, headed for one of the local taverns.

@gher-bear @aradow @telurin @epimetala

On this day we have a nice visit with Rana's mother, Romy, stay over and find out Anesh, for as long as anyone can remember, has a population of tiny animals that speak draconic. They all speak draconic and have infected our rats with the same! It's totally normal guys! And no, Diem, it is not because one of the town's people is secretly a dragon. We'd know. For sure.

The next day we move on to meet Rana's brother, sister-in-law, niece, and niephew. We find out a little more about Haldric and Phi's daggers, which she hides in her pack and displays her common daggers in their place instead. Ixayl'anu gets her platinum ring made, Diem gives the kids their putty vivis as a gift. On our way toward the tavern, we hit a general supply store and maaaybe one other??? Dried fruits and granola were purchased along Phi's medical supplies at any rate.

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Session 35 Notes

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(Chillin’ with Rana’s mom)

When we go in Rana’s home, Phi becomes a wandering cat who helps herself to exploration, comes back and says “There’s a hot tub!”

Mom: You’re welcome to borrow it.

Phi: Is this where you grew up?

Rana: Yep! (pulls out duck sauce, honey, apple jam etc. - giving it to her mom).

Phi sees this and pulls out her very expired mixed fruit to hand over, along with her gummy owlbears.

Mom: Oh no dear, that’s fine, you don’t have to start pulling supplies out of your pack.

Phi drops the gummy owlbears into the pile anyway.

Rana: Really sorry to barge in like this, but we just needed a couple of days, we’ve run into some situations and I’m looking for someone in Bouldergap - wanted to see if Stell knew anything about them.

Romy tells us we’re welcome anyway, stresses that this is still Rana’s home too and says something about friends that I missed for note-taking.

Rana pulls out the silver scale and letter from Retin and talks about him, says she’s pretty sure the guy Retin is sending us to is a dwarf. We were told he might be helpful, but we weren’t told where he was. She figured Bouldergap was the place to look and knows it’s a long shot her mom or brother would know him but we also needed a place to stay on the way, so thought she thought she might as well ask.

Romy: I can’t be sure but I feel like Stell has mentioned a Haldric in passing but I certainly don’t have a whole lot of communication with anybody of that name.

Rana: No ironbands as customers then?

Romy: No

Rana: It’s a weird thing, handed us this dragon scale gave us that name and sent us this way.

We’ve noticed Romy has a bone of contention with Rana over the news about shadowood travelling.

With prompting Diem remembers they’re the story teller and should tell it, 13 performance, gets smoother as they go on. However, to their friends, who have heard Diem tell this particular story among others many times, they definitely seem off their game a little.

When we get to fighting the dragon, Romy is worried, Diem insists healers were on standby so nobody died

Rana: We almost had him.

Diem: Well I mean technically one of us did get him later that night…

Phi cracks up laughing

After stories Rana says something about the meteor

Mom says something I missed for note-taking, GM is telling us about blacksmiths/nosy customers (so maybe something about that?).

Through conversation we gather that Grismor is innkeeper/tavern keeper of The Smiling Dragon - one of 2 inns who trades in gossip. Smiling Dragon is better for gossip, better drink, does his own ale, seasonal brews, jolly little dwarf who is as tall as he is round. Square dwarf.

Rana tells us about her messages to her brother which provided a nice distraction about meteor news for Longview.

Rana offers her mother the camels then belated asks us if that’s alright.

Diem says that they can’t obviously take the camels everywhere they go after this anyway.

There’s some talk about whether they’re needed for the trip further North.

Romy: Lets see how they do with the sheep

Rana: Elk’s in with the sheep and they’re doing fine (I think we ended up deciding ooc that it’s in a separate paddock though).

Rana is playing with the silver dragon scale while making small talk which eventually includes Farford gossip too - specifically the mention of a firecat.

Romy: Yeah someone was talking about seeing one here too.

Rana: No one saw the person it was with so I’m thinking it’s just a stray

Romy: We do have a lot of flame point cats in the area so it’s possible I suppose.

Ixayl’anu: Is it the same type of cat?

Conversation about them being wild cats vs tame, a specific species, etc continues.

Rana: No like flame point siamese not actual fire

DM: these are not just cats they are more akin to avatars of The Candace

We find out the entire town is talking about firecats too

Rana: How’s Stell (Stellan) doing? I picked up a few things for the kids, so hopefully they’ll like it.

Romy: Good

Rana: Nothing alive

Romy: I’m sure Stell will appreciate that.

Diem asks about the kids so we find out Rana has a niece and niephio (I have no idea on the spelling for this and a google search turned up only nibling as a suggestion for enby niece/nephew). Diem grins further to learn of the niephio in particular.

Rana (upon mention of the niece): She big enough to help with the forge yet?

Romy: She’s big enough to do the bellows and help out

Rana: We will hunt them down tomorrow

Phi: Yay!

At some point Phi would say “So your brother only has two kids?”

Rana: Yeah just two kids

Phi: Oh, so they’re just starting?

Rana: No I get the impression they might be done

Phi: Interesting...

Rana: At least he doesn’t (something I missed)

Phi: Well, that’s why you have more, so they can be together.

Rana: I’ll mention it to him...better yet you could mention it to him

Phi: This is the starter pack right?

Romy is extremely amused by this conversation.

(Dinner prep and additional conversations)

There are dress mannequins and clothes everywhere, fabrics everywhere.

Diem and Romy eventually start talking about the tailoring and different fabrics and fashions etc.

As they talk about that, Rana wanders off to make food for everyone.

Phi goes to help cook.

Diem wanders off with Romy to talk about fabrics and fashion some more (Rana will throw them out the second story window if they do more than that lol).

Rana was half sorting her bag and still has her rocks and stuff spread out on the rug even as she’s making dinner now.

Romy gifts Diem an outfit by the end of their conversation, still so happy this is the first time Rana’s brought anyone home. As she’s got Diem pulled aside though, she asks for more details about everything that happened, worried and just making sure everything’s truly good, and how is Rana really doing?

Diem spins it well about how capable Rana is.

Her mom def agrees and looks worried, but noticeably less so.

While waiting for dinner we all talk more, telling Romy about how we saved Perfection. She does not look ready to come to terms that her daughter is an adventurer now, but accepts it.

Part 16 of Rana rumors according to the other townsfolk who saw us all: “Yeah we knew something like this was gonna happen eventually”

Rana brings up the thunderbird and we talk about that.

Food got delivered, rats were introduced, how Rana and Phi have been training them to spy, rat race story from the Harvest festival gets told as well.

Rana notes that she is actually showing us off to her mom <3

Rana prompts us to talk about ourselves to her mom.

Phi happily tells her whole life story, or at least all the things she’s said to us as a group.

Ixyal’anu talks a little about herself as well.

Diem hangs back and doesn’t say much during this portion as they already talked pretty extensively with Romy already.

Rana: And Ixayl'anu’s on a task for her god but she doesn’t have a fire cat, she has vague dreams.

Romy asks about Ixayl’anu’s deity, pleasant ‘mom questions.’

As things wind down, Diem remembers the find familiar spell and asks if they have a moment, whether it would be alright to summon them while they’re here - noting it would listen to their directions and not make a mess or break anything. They get permission, but never end up doing the spell before bed.

Phi takes her hot tub bath, Diem takes one after.

After Rana gets us settled to bed in the guest room, she goes out and takes a point of exhaustion spending 8 hours to cast enriching the land again since she’s been gone a few years and it only lasts a year, then she goes and sits with the sheep, all of the sheep bed down next to her in a sea of white around her and she leans back against the nearest sheep for a nap/meditation during the spell. They remember her and know she’s the source of the good food.

(Mice vs. Rats: Draconic edition)

During the night, in the wee hours of the morning Ixayl’anu wakes up hearing some very high squeaky voices arguing “This is our territory”

“No, we were invited,” back and forth half awake-half asleep and thinking “what is this? Oh...this is real, this is something that is happening here.”

Very tiny angry voices continue.

Investigation check for more details 15: It’s dark in the room, she can kinda see in the shadows, she doesn’t see anyone. At the foot of Ixayl'anu’s bed is Horatio, four little house mice are around him being territorial against him, and the strange thing is they are all speaking draconic, including Horatio.

Ixayl'anu: What...what?

When Phi wakes up she doesn’t understand her rat any more, but she does hear the rat and mice speaking draconic.

Ixayl’anu: What?

The four mice squeak in a mousy scream

Horatio: Yeah you better run (turns to Ixayl'anu): Thanks!

Ixayl’anu: What? Why? Why are you speaking draconic?

Horatio: Is that what this is? I don’t know I was just suddenly able to and these mice were speaking a weird dialect and I found I could speak back in it as well.

Ixayl’anu: What...okay...and you’re still speaking it, who were they what were you fighting about?

Horatio: They live here and were being territorial and I was telling them I was an invited guest ‘cause I’m with you all.

(I am dead to the world as Phi wakes up)

Phi: Why are you talking to yourself?

Ixayl’anu gestures at the rat

Phi: Have you been teaching my rat that...?

Ixayl’anu: No…. Do you think that’s just something you can teach a rat?

Phi to Horatio: How are you doing that?

Horatio: I don’t know it just happened!

Phi: You’re still doing it…

There is conversation back and forth as its established among the three characters that Horatio still understands Phi, but since he is no longer speaking rat, she can’t understand him, but now Ixayl’anu can both understand and speak with him through draconic.

Ixayl’anu says something I missed.

Phi: what are you saying to my rat?

Ixayl’anu says something else I missed.

Horatio: You all can just decide what language to speak in? That’s weird.

Ixayl’anu: Yeah it is weird

Horatio: It’s a weird dialect and apparently it’s infectious.

Hamlet is mentioned in the back and forth and Phi, recognizing the name, wonders aloud if Hamlet is like this now as well. She tells Horatio he’s changed and she hopes it’s not permanent

Ixayl’anu tries to stop her to ask about that back and forth but Phi slips out of the guest room.

Phi 25 stealths through the house looking for Rana. From a window she sees an odd clump of sheep in the field. She goes out outside and climbs the fence.

Rana is deep in meditation.

Phi: Hamlet, wake up Hamlet…

Rat wakes up and cleans his face but says something back in draconic that she can’t understand.

Phi in common: Oh my god.

Phi uses her stone to let Ixayl'anu know not only this, but what she can see out here around Rana (visible plant growth around her - she’s decided to sleep on her sheep in the field which is weirdly moving and Hamlet’s doing the same thing, Rana’s not moving, I feel like I’m dreaming I don’t know about you…)

In squeakish Phi tells Hamlet that she can’t understand him but she knows he can understand her so “If you want to find out what’s going on you have to talk to Ixayl'anu about it because she’ll understand you. So I’m going to go now.”

Hamlet is irritated and goes back to sleep. All the sheep watch her. One sheep baas at her, then they all start baaing for food, none of them were speaking draconic.

Ixayl’anu to horatio while Phi’s gone: They just walked up to you and started talking to you and that was it?

Horatio: They tried to fight me!

Ixayl’anu: like biting and scratching?

Horatio: Yeah, look at this wet spot! And I’m an invited guest!

Ixayl’anu: That’s rude!

Horatio: That’s very rude, yeah! I’m an invited guest *stamps tiny rat feet*!

Together Ixayl’anu and Horatio determine they probably live in the roof or something, not pets.

Ixayl’anu casts detect magic. She sees the faintest little glow around Horatio. So faint you may think it’s not there and the only reason she sees it is because the lights are off, a wisp of power with the vaguest sense of magic. The source of it is nowhere nearby and the magic itself is so barely there she can’t even see the mice in the walls like she should have if they were properly bespelled in some way. It’s not any specific school for it. Mostly all she really sees is the glow of our various magic items.

At this point Phi returns

(Diem’s perception rolls were 2, 3, and now 0 lol. It is at this point we determine Diem is actually being held in sleep by their patron, catching up, talking about the familiar, and the follower and the spells and just having tea and a lovely bonding time. Probably when they were Tarma out in the desert, they did less communicating)

I missed some back and forth between Ixayl’anu, Phi, and Horatio.

Phi: They were being aggressive and picking on him?

Ixayl’anu to Horatio: Would you be willing to see where these mice have gone?

Horatio: You want me to bring one back to you? Yeah I can do that.

Ixayl’anu: You don’t have to but it’d be nice, I can give you food for it, *looks at her supplies*

Horatio: What kind of treat do I get, what’s in it for me?

Ixayl’anu: Nope no that’s not food I have nope that’s not food. *pauses in her rummaging* Well, what do you want, I suppose we can find something for you?

*thinks on it* A gummy owlbear?

Ixayl’anu: Oh I have some of those. Sure. *finds her little package of them*.

Horatio: Okay! *scurries off and disappears*

About two minutes later she hears furious squeak yelling, Horatio reappears holding a mouse by the scruff of its neck in his mouth “I found one!”

Ixayl’anu: Where’s the cage you keep the rats from? To put the mouse in?

Phi: We sold the cages, the carrier is Horatio’s home...there’s this box?

Ixayl’anu: Yeah that’ll do.

They find a box of rocks to gently empty real quick and put the mouse in it/close the lid (15 animal handling check).

As soon as Horatio had dropped the mouse: “Gummy owlbear please.”

Phi: He knows fetch now!

Ixayl’anu: All that training you’ve been doing with him is paying off! *taps box* Hello?

Phi: Ask if it if it talks like that if it knows it’s doing it or ask if it knows any dragons? I don’t know?

Ixayl’anu: Right?

Mouse is bouncing around in the box trying to get out.

Rana head canoned the rats as 400-550 grams

Horatio is gaming the system a little bit and only found a wine gummy to eat, never officially given one (Phi bought fancy rat treats for him)

(More things I missed and wrote down as “Talking to mouse ah 2”)

The mouse is screaming obscenities at Ixayl’anu.

Horatio is on his back in 7th heaven and suggests she should also give the mouse a gummy owlbear, maybe it’ll talk then.

Ixayl’anu sneaks in a smaller portion and it takes awhile for it to calm down and then it’s quiet for a little bit after until... “This doesn’t make us friends!”

Ixayl’anu: You want more? I’ve got more.

Mouse: I mean...yes

Ixayl’anu: I’m not planning on keeping you here I just want to ask a few questions

Mouse: More first

Ixayl’anu: Okay *puts in other half of gummy*

Mouse is very very quiet

Ixayl’anu taps the box: Hello?

Mouse (slurred): What do you want?

Ixayl’anu: Where’d you learn to talk like that

Mouse: I always talk like this this is how mice talk

Some similar back and forth about this.

Mouse (when asked about dragonborn/people like Ixayl’anu): People like you don’t come around here.

Ixayl’anu: Really? Oh… (to Phi in common now) I don’t this is how they talk, this is weird.

Phi: I think they just don’t know, they don’t know that they’re weird, you know

Ixayl’anu: But horatio thinks it’s a weird dialect

Phi: Did you ask if it if they saw any dragonborn? Or dragons?

Ixayl’anu: Well they haven’t seen anything like me (then to the mouse in draconic) Have you seen anything big with wings?

Mouse: Yeah outside but I live in this house I don’t have to worry about that

Ixayl’anu: Are there any mice that you can’t talk to?

Mouse: Everybody kinda talks like this around here

Ixayl’anu: Kind of or they do?

Mouse: They do?

Ixayl’anu: They all speak this...they all...speak this...I’m really confused.

They decide to try and wake Diem up for a third opinion, and it takes awhile before Diem’s patron allows it, letting Diem know that their friends need them for a moment, so they will have to continue catching up later.

Ixayl’anu as Diem finally starts waking up out of sorts: Weird things are happening

Diem continues to be out of it enough for a bit until eventually Phi catches them up - including the detail about Rana meditating in a cloud of sheep.

Phi (to Diem about the mouse in the box: It’s drunk

Diem: Are you guys sure you’re not drunk?

Phi: I’m not sure we’re not dreaming

Ixayl’anu: This isn’t dreaming not even close.

(I didn’t tag these two responses so the first might be Ixayl’anu and the 2nd Phi)

Too tired to bother with ritual magic, Diem uses a slot to cast comprehend languages.

Mouse asks if we’ve got more of those treats, which Horatio hears and says “Yeah! I’ll eat another!” *perks up*

Diem translates for phi who turns sharply to Horatio to talk about how many he’s already eaten and how he got one in the first place to ask Ixayl’anu for another, etc.

Horatio looks sheepish: Weeeellll sometimes you don’t secure your bag very good and I was hungry and they smelled good.

Phi smirks and retrieves Ixayl’anu’s package of owl gummies, then gives half to Horatio, and half to the mouse.

Horatio: YES! (helping her), I want this one I want the bigger section ‘cause I’m bigger and I get the big one (little grabby rat hands)

Diem does a history check on any stories they might have heard about talking animals like this (21). There are plenty of fairy tales with talking animals, sometimes it’s afey kind of thing - playing a prank on people. They’ve heard of similar events happening before, pretty disparate not tied to one physical location. Sometimes they’ve heard stories of animals in an area like within a mile circle will be able to speak draconic or sometimes other languages, not really a pattern to it. Sometimes it’s little towns, other times it’s connected to a whole city. Might be a natural phenomena. Specifically tiny beasts/birds/lizards are usually the type able to speak.

They also know various fae and wish spells can make this happen, but still they’re just random.

Diem shares this with Phi and Ixayl’anu.

(Insert missed conversation here)

Horatio or the mouse (not sure which): Yeah sure sometimes you say words that are funny and I don’t really understand what they are and they kinda sound like that and I don’t know what they are.

?: All the fangs or one specific thing? (I have no idea who said this or where fangs come into play)

We discover the mouse once met a gopher, stuck his nose in its burrow and it yelled at him back in draconic.

Diem to Ixayl’anu: Ask the mouse if it knows any fae in the area

Mouse makes an intelligence check when she asks, but does not know what she is talking about.

We confirm the mouse has always spoken draconic

Diem tells a quick rendition of cinderella as an example of fae meddling with small creatures where dress making is also involved (theorizing that perhaps Rana’s mother gets help from the mice as well)

We’re fairly certain it’s a normal mouse though and it’s now snoring softly so we’re not getting any more info.

Horatio by now is sprawled out on the bed, Phi cuddled around him while Diem gives him scritches. At a loss, we all go back to sleep for now, planning to ask Rana more in the morning.

(Good Morning!)

In the morning Phi will figure out the coffee situation and make some for everyone.

Romy (waking up to this): This is such a nice change of pace, somebody making the coffee for a change, and friends Rana brings in not destroying the house by the time I get up.

Phi: It’s no problem, I was just watching Rana from the window and figured she’d really like some, she’s gonna be tired so I can make sure coffee is waiting for her. We do have quite a story to tell her though.

Romy shows Phi where the biscotti is and such.

Rana is just now getting up and plucks Hamlet up.

Elk: something happened something happened something happened

Rana is feeding the sheep and clearly thinks the elk just wants some too

Elk: Oh is it breakfast? I’d like breakfast too!

Diem, after sleeping on it, performs a new arcana check on what sort of spells and effects cause draconic-speaking critters (21 again). They know now it can be caused by fae, wish spells, high level wizarding things will happen, and that similar strange effects happen around ancient dragon lairs (a little nugget buried in all their Miova dragon research they’d forgotten about), and that sometimes it’s just random without no discernible cause.

Rana comes in covered in sheep wool, hay, butt and legs wet, but she’s happy. Everything outside is noticeably green and lush.

Phi: We made coffee

Rana is super grateful and makes a beeline to grab a cup.

Rana: I took care of the plants and the animals

Ixayl’anu comes down around this time with the mouse in the box.

Romy: Your friend made coffee and something happened last night they were just about to tell me about.

Rana statues over her mother’s words with an ‘oh no what kind of things?’ sort of reaction.

Phi we’ll explain: Where’s Hamlet? Is he in your bag? Wait I’ll go get Horatio (who is snuggling Diem upstairs still)

Rana scritches Hamlet who asks “Oh is it breakfast time?” (in draconic) She’s tired enough she just hands it the biscotti without thinking.

When Phi returns she gets down on her knees in front of hamlet with horatio

Phi: What about today? What are you speaking today?

Speaking to her around his mouth of biscotti “I dunno what am I speaking today?”

This pings for Rana like hey…

Diem comes down as Ixayl'anu is talking about what happened.

Rana healing words the mouse. 7 pts healing. He immediately wakes up and feels great.

Mouse while cleaning his face: I feel really great?!

Ixayl'anu: You want some biscotti?

Mouse (very distrusting): Yes...

She sets the biscotti down. After awhile she’s half grinning and looking at her mom now.

Rana to the group: They just do that around here, always have.

Romy: That’s why the rumor mill here is so lively.

Diem: Why draconic?

(missed conversation)

Rana: Most people understand at least a few words.

Diem: What’s the local lore on it all? I mean...there’s gotta be stories involved?

Romy: The local lore - I did ask around since I’m not from here, it was very strange at the beginning but the townspeople didn’t seem to be bothered, the general consensus is that it’s a blessing of Vkandis.

Diem gets us all talking about maybe the silver scale dragon living nearby as they also share what they remembered about such events after they woke up.

Rana insists she would’ve seen it

Romy thinks you would know though, Diem mentions that they slept with one and didn’t know until the next day though so...

Romy: Rana you did see those kites though (a local cryptid)…?

Rana: That was definitely not a dragon.

Ixayl’anu: Birds? What?

Rana: They almost look like a roc but they’re definitely not rocs (some people write them off as rocs or pterodactyls but the markings are different they are an air cryptid - Ropen from New Guinea).

We get enough from context to realize this is an unusual sighting, but we are not outright told it’s a local cryptid, like spotting bigfoot.

We are told to watch what we say because the bakers bribe the birds and the whole town will end up knowing.

Rana: That thing is def not a dragon though.

Romy admits she’s never even seen a dragon before.

Rana: Diem rode it

Diem (laughing): In more ways than one

Phi laughs too

Rana still insists she would know if one of the townspeople were a dragon though while Diem insists you really couldn’t know that for sure, what if they just enjoyed a simple life and to avoid discovery they just chose a form that aged with the town, no one the wiser. Rana still insists it’s not possible.

Diem: So sure you’d know? We’ve traveled a month together on the road practically living together. How do you actually know I’m not a dragon?

Rana: I don’t.

Prepared for a similar pushback, this admission clearly surprises Diem. “And yet you’re this sure about people you haven’t spent every waking moment with?”

Rana says she thinks if you are not living time people need to know they need to know they will find out what you are doing.

Ixayl'anu: It could just be sleeping somewhere.

Rana: Either way this is just a normal thing

Ixayl’anu: Sure not really but sure.

Diem: Could be the innkeeper and has always been an innkeeper because they enjoy it. Everybody needs a hobby.

Ixayl'anu wants to know if V’kandis has anything to do with dragons.

(It is at this point we are informed that we’ve seen Romy has a shrine to V’kandis in the house as we’ve ignored this fact in favor of being like oh no, it’s not ‘cause a god blessed your town, it’s because of a secret dragon!).

Ixayl'anu scoots the mouse on his way and turns the topic of discussion toward our reasons for being in Longview and Anesh: So we’re looking for this dwarf?

Rana: No we’re looking for my brother

Ixayl’anu: Does he know where he is?

Rana: Maybe.

Phi: How old is he?

Rana: Older than I am

Phi: Oh, so definitely should’ve had more kids by now

Diem: Wait, Phi how many kids do you have then?

Phi (mishearing): Ooooh lemme get back to you on that...between 80 and 50.

Diem: You have at least 50 kids?

Phi: Oh no I have 0 kids, I don’t have that kind of life.

Rana herds us out the door, she leaves most of her heavier stuff at home.

(To Stellan’s house we go)

For some reason we established Diem definitely gets changed under an illusion of Ixayl'anu ever since using her image as a changing screen back in Budelia. Ixayl’anu has no problem with that, but they’ve all probably seen flashes of Diem’s side and leg tattoos anyway over the month we’ve been together.

Before we leave the house Diem casts comprehend languages as ritual. The birds quiet as we approach, but then the chattering starts up and we catch names and normal gossip presumably about people around town.

Ixayl’anu and Diem have a bit of a side chat about this in the RP text snippets section.

We have an uneventful walk over.

We walk in without knocking - Stell is clearly working on a sword or piece of armor.

Amira (the little girl def notices our presence, specifically Rana’s)

Rana quietly holds out her arms for a hug and Amira runs over squealing with excitement.

Diem: That is so adorable.

Rana scoops her up and has her on her hip now.

Amira looks at us and her eyes get really big - like who are you all? With continued excitement.

Stellan takes notice, surprised Rana brought friends, but still busy hammering out the sword.

Rana: Did you get your pigeons?

Stellan (withering look at his sister): I got THREE pigeons, yes.

Rana grins even bigger at his tone and expression.

Stellan is still working on whatever he’s hammering into during this exchange.

Rana: I was worried they wouldn’t get through so I had to send 3 of them.

Stellan: Well they all got here - first one was very surprising, after 3 though...

Phi: What was the message again Rana?

Rana: Oh, I sent him pigeons telling him about the meteorites and that we knew they were going to hit Anesh but we didn’t know where.

Stellan lets us know the meteors have been diverted and are scheduled to hit somewhere in the desert where there are no people.

Rana nods

Diem: Did they use magic to divert them?

Stell: You’re not from around here are you? Must suck to be from a place without a god that cares what happens to you.

He is a BIG guy. He stops hammering to shake our hands

Phi shakes with both hands to see how much she can get them around one of his (she can’t, there’s a gap between her fingertips).

He is very amused to have Phi forcibly shaking his hand with both of hers.

Meanwhile, Hamlet pokes out and gets on Rana’s shoulder to investigate the new passenger on Rana’s hip.

Amira: You have a new pet?

Rana: Yes, but this one is coming with me - you can still play with him for a bit.

Hamlet: What?

Amira in draconic: Wanna be my friend and play?

Hamlet: Okay!

Diem said some things during the exchange I forgot to note (probably a few cool stories about auntie Rana idk, asking about her speaking draconic?) that resulted in Amira excitedly adopting them for a tour of the house/playing with Hamlet. They follow Amira’s excited lead to do just that, but not before stopping near the next doorway for introductions to Adri, her mother.

Diem to Adri: She’s very adorable

Amira (talking about Aunt Rana): Look! She has a pet rat can we have a pet rat too?

Rana: I could probably get them a pet rat?

Adri: I could probably also get them one, if they’re responsible enough and can prove they’re ready to take care of it.

Some possible missed conversation before Adri, Amira, Diem, and Hamlet head deeper into the house while Rana continues talking to her brother.

Rana asks about the dwarf and shows him both the letter and silver scale, which he looks at while listening to the story about the wizard in the shadowoods

Stell: Are you sure it was Haldric that they wanted?

Rana: Yes (she double checks letter)

Stell: I know a Haldric Ironband but he’s a master blacksmith, but I...he...he’s never mentioned anything about wizards or honestly going anywhere so far away?

Rana: To be fair the wizard seemed to know who I was so maybe Haldric never met him either.

Stell: I don’t know this sounds like destiny hero bullshit

Phi is internally happy screaming about oh my god this actually works (it’s just as well that I never noted what actually works since the rest of us might only notice Phi’s happy scream state, rather than mind-reading the reason for it)!

Everyone but Diem learns this shorthand info I can’t entirely follow after the fact. My shorthand is awful and I’ve discovered I am unlikely to remember how to coherently type it later: Bhuxodihr for some reason you do want to mention t by the proper name he’s mostly retired, teaches to a select few, not stellan’s master. Haldric was stellan’s master’s master

Rana holds up the silver scale (again? I guess? lol) “You know what this would signify?” she hands it over to him. “Retin said we could use this, that it would give us legitimacy”

Stellan tests the hardness of it, getting higher and higher and Rana lets him and still nothing happens “Uh…(hands it back) I’m pretty sure this is the real thing.”

Rana: Real dragon scale?

Stellan: Mhm

Rana: Well that’s interesting

Stellan: Who did you say gave this to you again?

Rana: Retin, a wizard who lives in the Rethwellian Shadowoods

Stellan: I think Haldric knew someone down there but they weren’t genasi

Phi and Ixayl’anu tell him that we had a whole argument about it and deduced that Retin takes on the form of whatever will make you feel connected/more at home.

Phi or Ixayl’anu bring up how weird it is that all the animals here speak draconic.

Stellan, however, has hit his limit for weird shit, though not animals speaking draconic - that is a thing that’s completely normal.

Phi awkwardly: You should come visit us some time too, was great meeting you...or...yeah.

Ixayl’anu: Where would he meet us?

Phi: I have a home

Ixayl’anu: But you’re not really there

Phi: Well we can arrange it ahead of time.

Rana: She does have connections in Miova if you every go out that way.

Stellan says some things to Phi about all this, but as he’s talking he looks at her and she sees the moment when he notices her daggers and stops.

Stellan: Where did you get those?

Phi: They’re family heirlooms

Stellan: Nooo….where did you really get those? You can’t take those into stone roost or even bouldergap, not displayed on your hips like that.

Phi: Interesting you say that I was already thinking I should hide them because we found them on the skeleton of a dwarf in a cave in the woods

Ixayl'anu: No it was a corpse

Rana statues a little bit (which Stellan would notice)

Phi: There was a dwarf corpse, yes…

Stellan holds his hands up like ‘I don’t want to hear it’ and points at Phi: You cannot wear those, they’re only given to an elite group of dwarves and they do NOT give them to gnomes, you have to keep them hidden.

A few questions are asked about that. As far as Stellan knows, they’re assassins of some kind.

Phi: So do they have other weapons with the same characteristics?

Stellan: Sometimes they have short swords but not any arrows or large blades - just the small bladed weapons and it was a thing he wasn’t allowed to learn because he’s not a dwarf.

Phi: Do you know anybody who was in this group?

Stellan: No mostly these guys are like--

Rana (talking over him): I don’t think my brother knows any dwarvish assassins

Phi: If I were to return them to the right people, who would I talk to?

Stellan just looks at her for a few seconds: I don’t know if you just heard me but these guys don’t really advertised themselves

Ixayl’anu: Is this a group we wanna have anything to do with or just avoid them?

Stellan: If you’re really determined to get them back to someone, you might try Haldric, but I wouldn’t lead with that.

Ixayl’anu: Are they better to just be avoided?

Stellan: I wouldn’t wanna mess with them but you’re all out there dealing with meteors and who knows what else so maybe that’s what you do now, I don’t know.

Rana: This dwarf found the meteor too and turned into a mushroom

Stellan takes a deep breath.

Rana is enjoying making him uncomfortable now

They all talk about our bag of holding and hiding the weapons, Phi stashes them and pulls out her ordinary daggers to secure in their place.

Rana as they talk about possibly disguising Phi’s daggers: Oh mom has some camels now if you need one, there’re 3

Stellan: Okay I’ll take care of them for you

Rana: Do you want them to talk? I can make them talk.

Stellan (not amused): No, the pigeons are enough.

Phi: Thank you for the information

Rana: Yeah, I would like to not get killed by the people we were looking for

Phi: Yeah that would not be good

Rana: I’m gonna go corrupt tanny for a bit

Stellan: Yeah i’m gonna go back over here and...think about things

Rana: I let mom know everything so you can talk to her later.

At some point before they finish talking to Stellan, Ixayl'anu was looking for signs of jewelry in Stellan’s forge. She saw some platinum but didn’t really see any jewelry (because she needs a platinum ring). She asks him about it anyway while we’re there and it’s simple enough he melts down two platinum coins to make a simple ring for her out of it. He doesn’t even charge her for them since he already has the forge fired up.

He does have Amira help him since he rarely works with platinum and it makes a good teachable moment that takes about 10 minutes.

Meanwhile, Adri has been following Amira and Diem around, Diem gets introduced to Taniel, 10, who probably is working on magic homework, they got really into potion making because they fan Rana and Rana brings herbs back - real into that right now.

Taniel gets up to see Aunt Rana, but Adri warns her to wait a bit they’re talking about tense things right now.

Through conversation along the tour Diem gets that Adri speaks draconic and has been teaching her kids.

Diem makes casual conversation that includes whether or not Adri grew up here and when/why she learned draconic.

About that time Rana walks in and Taniel gives her a big hug and tells her about her new obsession

Adri answers Diem that it makes sense from a guard’s stand point so she learned it, birds are awfully helpful

Diem: Oh yeah that makes sense

Rana: Yeah, Adri is very good at her job

Diem: You look it, you are killing it in that outfit (she is amused), I’m...yeah, not surprising I wouldn’t make a good guard, I even need help when we take watches (said in good humor)

Ixayl'anu stands awkwardly in the door until Adri invites her in properly (because she’s secretly a vampire! shhh)

Rana: We’re not gonna be in town for terribly long, I was just hoping Stellan had some of the info I needed and he did.

Adri: What info?

Rana: Oh I was sent by a wizard to find someone named Haldric who might be in stone roost and I thought Stellan might know him.

Adri takes it in stride “Well, be safe.”

Rana drops in that it has to do with the meteor.

Nearing the end of the conversation and visit, Phi asks if we can run by a general store to get medical kit supplies to complete her partial kit.

When we have to leave Amira is sad about the rat having to go and starts asking for a rat again in super sad puppy fashion.

Adri tells her they’ll still have to see and Diem distracts both children by pulling out the self-animating putty to give them as a gift, telling them how they can shape their own rat or whatever they like and it moves (makes a little rat and sets it down to walk around on the table and lick a paw clean) see?

Their imaginations take off with excited chatter about making tiny dragons and more, once again happy.

(A trip to the general store)

Rana takes us to Bafor’s general store (Bafor is a dragonborn).

Phi tells us that we would have noticed how Phi progressively jumped on this field medic train and as things have gotten dangerous and sketchy. Phi realized it would be handy to have some skills in healing just in case - more so ever since Phi found the medical supplies in Budelia and ever since Averni she’s been doing a little research here and there, including medical knowledge heading out into the new terrain of Anesh, like what to do for heatstroke and working on more survival skills. Over the journey she’s brought it up a few times to Rana and Edea, and Rana readily taught her some of her new feat requirements from her similar healer feat. Phi wants to eventually learn to make her own poisons too for maybe a damage over time, but also poison check and knowing what to do about poisons in order to help heal them.

Phi’s medicine check will also apply to her background skills, diagnosing a wound, how they died (starving, madness, dehydration, container recently held poison, blood spatter analysis, forensic stuff is part of her past).

Combat triage is cool and useful.

Ruled that with her medical proficiency feat she can diagnose poisons and such, but she would have to take a separate feat to make a poison and do dmg over time.

Phi walks into the store and admits she’s filling out the healer’s kit.

Rana says she has those items already and they have this conversation in the store. All along though she and Rana have talked about this over the month we’ve known each other.

Bafor: Yeah I have the little items, but you could also just buy a new healer’s kit already filled.

Phi: Yeah why don’t I just do that.

Bafor: Tell you what, you buy a whole healer’s kit and I will fill out your other one for free.

I think we hit a fruit stand or a different store where the vendor is gruff but warms up as we spend money (because that was a note for the vendor attached to all these dried fruits, but Bafor seemed pretty amenable from the start).

Phi and Diem also buy a big bag of granola for a silver each, and some dried fruits (Anesh grows pomegranate, apricots, olives)

Diem also buys a bag of mixed dried fruit, dried apricots, and a pomegranate (for a silver each)

#Longview #Anesh #Romy #A talk with Rana's mom #Stellan #A talk with Rana's brother #critter mysteries the draconic edition #Adri #Amira #Bafor #Taniel #Haldric mention #Retin mention

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a-singing-carebear · 4 years ago

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Thank You Critical Role - My D&D story

“The adventure begins, they were always beside you. Your nerdy best friends and the DM to guide you”. Critical role, what more can I say?

I started playing dungeons and dragons when I was around 4\5th grade, playing with a group as an afternoon group\class. 4E, and I don't remember much besides my halfling ranger and a lot of glances and readthrough of my still existing Player's Handbook. (Well the first half of the book, the miniatures section didn’t really speak to me) Finding out my father was a DM when he was younger, and I even went to some events. I can't at all recall why I stopped, but the happiness and creativity wonder I felt still lingered in my mind.

I had the love for fantasy, I had things like LOTR, “hey! it’s just like D&D”, and a lot of creativity and storytelling crafting.

After that, I kinda moved on I guess, felt lonely, and like geekness and role-playing was a bad and childish thing (though it made me feel so spectacular). The closest I got was some lively Avatar OC with some new friends.

Fast forward to 2015, The episode “Dungeons, Dungeons & More Dungeons” from gravity falls. All those feelings rose again and I remembered how much I loved playing.

(also enjoy role-playing and with LARP being mentioned there too, when I went to some Cons I had a blast with the foam swords there).

I took out the 4e Player's Handbook, made with my brother (who got in and out of d&d by that time) a carved foam platform and a cubes map - thus started a made-up game by the name of "D&F" (Dungeons & Fandoms), using his found old dices and it's a 1 on 1 encounter magic arena with no distinct roles. What started as "let's make Ability Scores to characters from shows" became a random "I cast a tree of pancakes on you! -no, I burned it with fire-bending you’re dead". A game that also slowly died as we grew up and apart (“I mean, they used to be best friends, but then they got all stupid. Can you promise me you won't get stupid?”)

(FOUND IT!!!) A mild discovery of the ingenious song “Never Split The Party”, an actual d&d song I discovered after watching Semblance of Sanity and figuring out that their ditty “don’t you know you never split the party” is an actual song their singing.

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[This video is just a d&d podcast they had, but kinda sums up everything I feel about why I enjoy D&D!]

Then another tiny spark 3 years later when the Voltron episode “Monsters & Mana” came out (BTW, a great d&d parody episode). Which mostly came to an end after a glance in the book and dices and helping a friend with ideas to craft his own RPG game.

We arrive at the date when everything changed (well, almost), December 7th, 2018. The day I discovered the “Mighty Nein Animated Intro - Your Turn To Roll” and my life were never the same.

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Stumbled upon it by complete accident. I was at a loss for words, I heard the name “Critical Role” thrown about many times on tumbler’s trending list and saw pictures and art of mostly Jester. I didn't even know what is it - a tv show? a game? well, it looks like D&D. The song was incredible and brought me back, I started writing a full-fleshed out character - a human ranger taught by an elf, but the idea was quickly shifted to another fantasy story by me (it’s heard sticking to it when you know it’s just backstory and character info and you will not play and you have no one). But I continue watching this video on repeat (haha not even knowing what it actually is), scouting tumbler for info and watching some random animatics, learning it's probably a podcast d&d\rpg or something. It could have been amazing as a tv show (XD)… and then another video got released, same incredible essence of d&d song but different animation, and different characters That was my first introduction to Vox Machina.

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I had to check this out. Tried to get into the fandom but got lost, even though the interest was there. Stepping upon the awesome cosplay OP and even found out about a hamilton album parody - and my musical loving self was ecstatic.

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(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIDuJAvTTRc&list=PL39vwIwCtLi3l4J6IMV6rS2HaLCujNzRT - Vox Machina: An Exandrian Musical)

Found the full podcast list of champion 1 and started this May. But it was hard following just by voice, and I wanted to see what was happening, every episode was 3-4 hours long, with me in my military base it was impossible. (also I thought to myself “it looks cool, but what so investing and amazing about watching some people play D&D - boy I was wrong).

Then my unexpected savior arrived, miss Corona the pandemic.

I suddenly had a lot of time on my hands and the Critical Role vids got suggested again on YouTube, yes indeed, I discovered there are actually filmed episodes. Towards the end of May, I started the journey and the flame reignited. I started talking to a good friend of mine about his interest in d&d and we started crafting characters - I resurrected my charter into a half-elven ranger with a full backstory. Down the road, I asked another two friends of mine about their interest in d&d (because maybe I can join together an actual party), one of them said, and I’m quoting “no I don’t have experience playing…but I swear I wanted to talk to you about D&D”. Unfortunately, the two friends groups didn’t mix but we made an improved first session with me as the fucking DM, simply magical. Later that week I started a 1on1 campaign with the other friend, with him as the DM and a marvelous start of an adventure (and helping him learn the rules as an ADM, with the past faded expirations I had).

All while fangirly, hyperfixation way continuing with the journey of Vox Machina, it’s amazing because as opposed to other shows I can also completely see the fandom growing along with the show and cast (i just hope I can catch up to the Mighty Nein before the inevitable 3rd campaign, 198 episodes to go - happy 100th ep!). It’s also difficult to get into the Critters fandom right now because most of the community is focused and recognized by Mighty Nein. Also burning up creativity slots and making more various characters then I could ever use - I’m enjoying myself so muchhh. Diving headfirst into this beautiful crazy of the mess that is D&D.

Nothing’s never too late and it’s ok if you have hiatus. It doesn’t make you any less worthy and I don’t need to feel bad about this journey of that a bunch of nerdy-ass voice actors sit around and play Dungeons & Dragons got me back to loving, playing and caring about the world of d&d, it’s part of the intent. As a fantasy lover (spells, costumes, items, structures, creatures, you name it), aspiring creative writer and an untalented lover of acting theatrical and role-playing, along with the incredible mechanism of RPG and the vast community, the amazing time with friends, its the game for me, it always had been. So thank you Critical Role for igniting that flame once again - even if I will lose it again I will always have you guys. “Can you answer the call? Dig in deep in your soul. As the legend unfolds, now it's your turn to roll!”

(sorry for the lengthy length, it was meant to be much shorter)

#critical role #vox machina #the mighty nein #geek and sundry #tabletop rpg #d&d #dungens and dragons #friends #dnd e4 #dnd e5 #ranger #longasspost #COVID19 #quarentinelife #critters

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noona-la-la-la · 5 years ago

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Conditioned (Part 7)

Tae knows that if things are ever going to move forward between the two of you, he is going to have to take some initiative. But he promises, he’s not trying to be your boyfriend.

Warnings: 14500 words. Sex stuff - but you’ll have to read to find out what kind. Nothing that sensitive folks need to worry too much about. Also, snobby people being snobby.

It’s long - so if you can’t get it to load on the app, please try reading it using a web browser.

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“Where is Jimin tonight, anyways?” Jin grabbed a fistfull of peanuts from the bowl sitting on the bar. “Wasn’t it his idea to meet for afterwork drinks? How come he isn’t here?”

Tae shrugged. “He said he had a date with one of his ‘friends-with-benefits’ that came up unexpectedly.”

“That’s just so wrong. Since when does Jimin ditch his boys to chase some tail?” Jin rolled his eyes.

“Go easy on him. He’s going through a mid-life crisis or something right now. He’s on some kick about sexual liberation or whatever. I think he got dumped one too many times and now he’s trying to build a sex harem or something like that.”

“Jimin? Mr. Love-At-First-Sight, Park Jimin? Hmmm… we’ll see how long this lasts, I guess.” Jin motioned to the bartender to bring him another beer before continuing, “At least Jimin is trying to do something with his love life, unlike some people I know.”

“Is that supposed to be directed at me? What’s wrong with my love life?”

“When was the last time you had a girlfriend?”

“So? I know it’s been a while, but I’m just holding out for the right girl. Besides, it’s not like I never go out. I’ve got… you know… people of interest… or whatever.” Tae took a big swig of his beer, unsure of what he was even saying.

“Ah! Right! That date who sent you home early and alone the other week! How’s that going?” Jin teased.

Tae didn’t appreciate the sarcastic tone. “If you must know, we had a second date a few days ago. At her place, no less.”

“Did you have sex?”

“Excuse me? What does that matter?” Tae feigned insult, but instantly started remembering the taste of you on his tongue, your mouth pressed against his most private areas, your fingers exploring parts of him he’d never even considered letting anyone explore before.

“Dude! Are your ears turning red? What exactly went on during this date?!” Jin swiveled on his bar stool to fully face Tae.

“It’s nothing. We fooled around a bit after dinner. That’s all.”

“Bullshit. You’ve ‘fooled around’ with plenty of women and I’ve never once seen you blush when talking about it. Holy shit! You like this woman, don’t you?!”

“Of course I like her. I wouldn’t be spending time with her if I didn’t enjoy her company, you know.” Tae went to take another swig of his beer only to find the bottle empty.

“You know what I meant. You LIKE like her. Maybe you even loooooove her,” Jin teased Tae, punctuating the word love with a sing-song voice and exaggerated kissing noises. “So who is she? Didn’t you say she was someone you used to know from the past or something? How do you know her? What’s her name?”

Tae immediately regretted his decision to mention you at all. “Where is the bartender? I need another beer.” Tae turned away from Jin, looking down the length of the bar for the missing bartender. “They always do this when happy hour prices are about to expire. I bet you anything that guy will reappear one minute after the half price beer special is over.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“I’m not.” Except, he was trying to change the subject. Any mention to Jin that Tae was seeing you would immediately get relayed back to Jin’s girlfriend, Youngsook. And once Youngsook knew, there was no telling what she would say or do next, but it most certainly wouldn’t work out in Tae’s favor. “Look, everything is still very much in the early stages. I don’t even know if this girl likes me that much yet, so I don’t want to jinx things by talking about it right now. Okay?”

“Since when were you superstitious? Jinxing? C’mon!” Jin was dismissive.

Tae turned back to Jin, lips tight and brow furrowed. “I’m serious.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Jin gave up and changed the subject. “Speaking of superstitious people, Youngsookie went to see a fortune teller who told her that the reason she isn’t married yet is because her name is unlucky and she needs to change it to something more youthful and attractive to marrying age men. Can you believe that bullshit?”

“Well, Youngsook is kinda an old fashioned name…”

“Don’t encourage this behavior. This fortune teller is full of shit and Youngsook knows it. She is doing this to try to pressure me into proposing.”

“And you don’t want to marry Youngsook?”

“Of course I want to marry her. Why wouldn’t I want to marry her. We’re in love and I plan on spending the rest of my life with her. I just don’t like being pressured into things. She’s playing games with this fortune teller thing.”

“It sounds like you are both playing games,” Tae advised.

“Psssh. I’m not taking love advice from a guy with a secret girlfriend.”

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When happy hour was over, Jin abandoned Tae to go visit Youngsook, leaving Tae to take a taxi home by himself. The driver hummed along to the songs playing on the radio while Tae settled back in his seat and watched the city go by. While stopped at a light, he focused on a young couple holding hands as they crossed the street. It had been a while since he had felt that type of casual intimacy with someone.

The back seat of the taxi was warm and comfortable; for some reason it reminded him of the sofa in your apartment. Tae closed his eyes and remembered sitting in your living room a few nights ago, the apartment dark except for the flickering lights from your television, his arm outstretched across the back of the sofa, your head lying heavily against his chest, the sound of your breathing soft and steady. He could vividly remember every detail of that moment.

He could also remember the crushing disappointment when you finally awoke and apologized for falling asleep and escorted him to your door with a promise that the two of you would meet again soon. But when would soon be?

“This is ridiculous,” Tae muttered to himself. “If you want to see her, then you’ve got to be the one to make this happen.”

He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed…

“Hi Tae. What’s up?” Your voice was breathy and you sounded tired.

“Hi. I was just on my way home and was thinking about you. Wondered what you’re up to and how you’re doing.”

“I’m fine. It was a long day today and I’m feeling exhausted. Thinking about turning in early to sleep. I signed up for this fitness boot camp and today was the first session at 5:30 a.m. It’s only 4 weeks long, but I’m not sure I’ll survive it. I’m just looking forward to crawling into bed.”

“Ah. Well, I won’t keep you then. I was just wondering if you might be interested in getting together and doing something Friday night. You’re not working the late shift that night are you?”

“I actually have plans Friday night.”

“Oh.” Tae had drunk just enough beers at the bar to give him the confidence to call you and ask you out, but not quite enough to know what to do with rejection. After an awkward silence, he continued, “What are you going to be doing?”

“Um… I’m going to a party.”

“Oh? That’s nice. Who’s throwing the party? Is it like a birthday or something?”

“Maybe party isn’t exactly the right thing to call it. It’s more like I have been invited to a gathering of like minded people.”

“Like minded?”

“Yeah. I met a guy who belongs to a… um… social group that he thought I might enjoy belonging to. We have similar interests.”

“What kind of interests?”

You ignored the question. “What was it that you wanted us to do on Friday? Maybe we can do it on another day.”

Tae took the hint. “Honestly, I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Friday just seemed like a good day to do… something. I was just looking forward to seeing you sometime soon. No expectations or anything… you know… just… I enjoy spending time with you.” God - he sounded like a kid when he said things like that.

“Unfortunately, I work to store closing on Saturday and opening on Sunday, so the rest of my weekend is kinda shot. However, there is this thing happening next Friday night that I was thinking about calling you for.”

“Oh?” Tae sat upright.

You cleared your throat and sighed. “This is a bit embarrassing, so please don’t laugh at me. I can’t believe I got myself into this predicament and it’s totally not like me.”

“Now I’m really curious. What’s going on?”

“I’ve been taking painting classes at this art center. It’s actually not that far from where you live. They have guest artists come in and show different techniques and it’s run by this guy who is a professor of art at Seoul University and I’ve always been kinda weak with water colors, so I thought it would be a good way to get back into art, build up my skills, maybe meet other people interested in painting, and stuff like that.”

“I think it’s great that you are getting more into your painting. You’ve got real talent.”

“That’s sweet of you to say that -- but there’s more to this story. So, all the other people in this class… I can’t stand them. The class is fine. The professor is very skilled. But the other students? My god! It’s all wealthy wives and daughters of the Seoul elite. I don’t think a single one of them actually cares about art. Not really. They are just there to figure out how to paint something in colors that will match their sofa cushions. And you should hear the conversations between them, it’s all so vapid and dull. It’s all about where their husbands are taking the family on vacation or what their boyfriends bought for them. Or worse! They gossip about all the women they know whose marriages aren’t successful or they tut about some poor girl who can’t keep a boyfriend. Their self righteous pitying of others really gets to me.” You were getting breathless recalling them.

“That sounds really annoying. I can’t imagine women like that knew what to do with someone like you. So what does this all have to do with next Friday?”

You took a deep breath before rushing through your explanation. “The classes are over, but the art center does this pseudo art gallery opening type thing where they hang all the students artwork, and their family or whoever can come and see, and it’s like a reception and there are apparently prizes for the best pieces or something, and I think they serve food and drink, and I was thinking about not going because I don’t have any family, but it seems a shame to not see this thing through to the end, and I thought maybe you would be willing to come so I didn’t look entirely friendless.”

“Of course I’ll come. It sounds fun.” Tae was certain he could feel his heart starting to swell at the thought that you wanted him to come to something so personal to you.

“You really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to or you are busy. It’s just a student show. Most of the stuff there is going to be crap.”

“No, really. I want to. I’m interested to see what you’ve created.”

“You might want to withhold your agreement to come until you’ve heard the rest.”

“There’s more?”

“Yeah. I didn’t even get to the embarrassing part yet.”

“What’s the embarrassing part?” Tae couldn’t even imagine what someone like you might find embarrassing. You seemed impervious to the opinions of others.

“I just didn’t want drama or pity or really to even deal with those women in my class, so I may not have been completely honest with them. I might have told them a little lie.”

“What kind of lie?”

“That I had a boyfriend.”

“Oh.”

“And that my boyfriend’s name is Tae.”

“Oh?” For a brief moment Tae wondered if he heard you wrong.

“I know. I know! What was I thinking? I almost never give a fuck what anyone thinks of me, but something about these women just really got to me. They remind me of my mother and sister, to tell you the truth. I think I just automatically went into survival mode and… ugh. I’m not this kind of person. Really. It’s just that if you show up, they are going to assume you are my boyfriend and I don’t want to put you on the spot like that.”

Stunned into silence, Tae’s mind started to spin. It was hard enough to imagine someone like you, who was so fiercely independent and indifferent to the opinions of others, had somehow been cowed into pretending to be someone you weren’t just to impress people you barely knew. But the fact that you had chosen his name for your make-believe boyfriend must mean something? Didn’t it? At least he hoped it meant something.

The lingering silence on the phone prompted you to continue talking. “You know what? Forget it. I’m sorry I even mentioned it. I’m not going to this stupid thing. I was being silly and…”

“But I want to go!” Tae interjected.

“No. It’s not right to do this to you. We’re friends and asking you to pretend to be my boyfriend just to keep up some stupid lie I told is too much. I’m embarrassed I even asked you.”

“I said I want to go! I was looking forward to spending some time with you anyways, I’m very interested in seeing your artwork, I’m kinda curious to see these women who got you flustered enough to lie like this, and I… um… you know… stuff like that.” He swallowed back the urge to also say he would like nothing more than to have you as his girlfriend for an evening, even if it was only pretend.

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Friday finally came.

Tae had spent the previous week getting a haircut, a manicure, and buying a fancy designer suit. He had spent more money on this suit than he had on any piece of clothing in his life, but he recalled how you said that your classmates were all members of Seoul’s elite class and he wanted to look like he fit in. Even if he was only going to be a fake boyfriend, he wanted to make sure you weren’t embarrassed to be seen with him.

The art center was only a couple subway stops away from his apartment, in a nondescript office building. Tae had walked past this building many times before, giving no thought to what might be housed behind the beige concrete walls.

Taking the elevator to the top floor, Tae tried to calm his nerves. He was always a little nervous to see you, never knowing what the night would have in store. He had texted you a couple times earlier in the week to make sure you didn’t want him escorting you to the venue - but you had refused, saying that the students were all meant to arrive early and make sure their works were displayed properly.

The blandness of the building’s exterior did not prepare him for the luxuriousness of the top floor gallery space. Stepping off the elevator he was greeted by white marble floors and gold leafed ceilings. Blue velvet sofas flanked the lobby with an art nouveau style wooden bar and an intricately etched mirror sitting along the eastern wall of the lobby area. The bartender poured bottles of Dom Perignon into flutes which tuxedoed servers passed around on trays. Drinking the champagne were patrons dressed conspicuously in high end designer fashion, making sure their Chanel or Balmain logos were easily visible to anyone passing by. Elderly women with perfectly manicured nails spoke with their hands, fingers laden with diamond rings large enough to be seen across the room.

The display of wealth was disconcertingly ostentatious.

Large glass doors marked the entrance to the actual gallery space, with it’s traditionally plain white walls to best display the art. The room was divided up by the different classes, students with yellow ribbons bearing their names pinned to their chests. Tae passed through a display of pottery meant to mimic the celadon bowls of ancient Korea. Following was a myriad of large black and white photos, each one looking much like the next. Busy city streets at night, a parade of ducks floating on ponds, and photo after photo of trees. Oil paintings came next, each one more mediocre than the one before. Slightly wonky portraits of family pets hung next to mountain landscapes that seemed unnaturally lit. He paused for a moment to look around and wonder at how much everything seemed to be the same, completely predictable and monotonous -- until his eyes came to rest on a single small painting of an apple, worm riddled and rotting. The painter appeared to be a young woman, who could not have been much older than 20, dressed head to toe in black, standing tight-lipped and eyes rolling her parents entertained a bevy of old ladies dripping in pearls.

He finally found the water color section along the back wall, the space seemed excessively crowded as artists showed off their works to an endless stream of family and friends. For a moment, Tae wondered if he would be able to find you in this crowd - until he saw your neon yellow dress, which was so bright there was no way everyone in that hall had not seen you. Long sleeved and long hemmed, it clung tightly to your hips and the high neckline draped to one side, leaving the slightest bit of shoulder exposed, reminding Tae that no matter what you wore, your sex appeal was always apparent.

You stood all alone, one hand holding a glass of champagne to your lips, the other hand resting defiantly on your hip. Your face was drawn and sullen, until you noticed Tae walking towards you and he swore he could see your face relax and a hint of a smile cross your lips.

“I’m so glad you made it!” You seemed genuinely pleased.

Tae couldn’t help but wonder at how lonely you must feel so far away from home, with no family and few friends to invite to the events in your life. “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”

“I wouldn’t have blamed you if you didn’t come. I kind of wish I wasn’t here right now.”

“Why? This isn’t so bad. You are surrounded by art and they are serving very fancy champagne.”

“The champagne is great but the art… did you get a chance to look around at all?”

“Yeah, I took a look as I wandered through.”

“And what did you think?”

“I’m not an art critic or anything. It’s not fair for me to judge.”

“You are being too nice, as usual. You stretched your hand out and gestured vaguely to the other artists’ works. “Did you really see anything that made you think - ‘ah, that’s interesting’?”

“There was one painting of an apple…” he recalled.

You held up one finger as if suddenly realizing something. “Her! Yes! I saw that rotting apple and did feel a little relieved that there was someone here that had something of substance to say. Although, I introduced myself to her earlier in the evening and I think her artistic vision is I’m-a-teenager-and-my-parents-made-me-come-here-against-my-will-so-I’m-only-going-to-paint-dead-things kind of thing. Not really profound, but I still appreciate the rebellious spirit in a place like this.”

“Was it really so bad here?”

You paused to think before speaking. “Honestly, the guy who taught the class was very good. I picked this studio for classes specifically because it has a reputation of having well known artists and renowned art professors come to teach courses or seminars. But I should have known when I saw how insanely expensive the class was that this was the kind of place not intended for artistry but instead was exclusively for the amusement of the rich and snooty. They can attract big names because of big money. I’ve been in these kinds of environments way too many times in my life and it’s one thing that I absolutely do not miss about life back in the US.”

Tae nodded and sipped his champagne. He often forgot that you came from a wealthy family who were still paying your way and wondered what your life back home with your parents was really like. You made it sound like you had lived in a gilded cage.

“So, are you going to show me your paintings or what? Show me what a true artist is capable of.”

“Oh god.” You wrinkled your nose. “I’ve been acting like an art snob and now I’m going to embarrass myself with my completely average abilities. Please remember, I’m a student for a reason and calling me an artist seems like an overreach.”

You stepped to the side so Tae could get closer to where your paintings hung along the wall. There were a small handful of sketches and three fully completed paintings hanging neatly in simple black metal frames.

“There were three assignments in the class. Do a still life, a landscape and a self portrait,” you informed him.

A smile spread across Tae’s face at the sight of your still life. An artistic rendering of a bowl of popcorn, a crumpled and half eaten bag of potato chips and an almost empty glass of wine with lipstick marks at the rim. “Aren’t most still life’s supposed to be bowls of fruit or something like that?”

“Everybody does fruit. Besides, I eat out so often, I rarely have fresh fruit at home and I thought this was a more accurate depiction of what I actually keep in my kitchen. My only regret is that I didn’t pick something with more color. Although trying to make all that yellow, white and brown look interesting was its own challenge.”

“I like it.” Tae was instantly reminded of the few evenings spent at your place, watching movies, snacking on chips, drinking wine… and everything else that came with it. “It reminds me of you.”

The second painting was the landscape. A wide green lawn, a forest of trees in the background, and a serene looking pond, surrounded by tall grasses and pussy willows.

“That’s very pretty,” Tae commented. Your skill was evident compared to the other students. The precision with which you painted, the naturalness of the image, the way the light hit the surface of the pond was impressive, even if the subject itself wasn’t much different from what the other students painted. “Is this a real place?”

“It’s the backyard at my parents.”

Tae looked again at the wide lawn. “That’s a big backyard! And you guys have a whole pond?”

“It’s a man made pond. Smaller in real life than it looks here. But yeah -- it’s a pretty big yard for the neighborhood. My parents always had to have the biggest of everything. Biggest house, biggest yard, fanciest cars, et cetera. They are into showing off.”

You watched Tae’s face intently as he looked at the painting. “Do you see it?” you asked. “There’s something else in the painting. It’s a bit more muddled than I would have liked, but that’s my challenge working in this medium.”

Tae leaned in more closely. “Where am I supposed to be looking?”

“The pond.”

He studied the painting closely. There were no animals in the painting, nothing indicated wind blowing or rain falling, but to one side, there was a small ripple on the surface of the water. Looking more closely, what he originally thought was just a shadow, he realized was actually something floating under the surface. Tae squinted to make it out more clearly -- what looked like a head, hair floating freely, obscuring the figure, and what looked like a hand stretching upwards, reaching for the surface but not quite making it. “Good lord. Is she drowning?”

“Yeah. Something like that.”

“That’s… morbid,” was all Tae could muster.

“That’s life at my parent’s house.”

The final painting was the self portrait. Tae held in a gasp when he saw it.

It was more stylized than the first two paintings, your image rendered mostly in shades of red against a dark background - looking as though the red light emanated from your body and lit the darkness behind you. The features of your face were blurry and indistinct, but the image became crystal clear as it moved lower to your body. You were draped in a large shirt, like the dress shirt of a man much larger than yourself, unbuttoned and falling off your shoulders and exposing your perfectly illustrated breasts. The attention to detail you put into the presentation of your body was remarkable. Your legs were spread wide, your knees looking dark and bruised, and your most intimate place just barely covered by the shirt tails pooling between your legs.

He didn’t know what to say and could only stand there staring.

“It would have been better if I did it in oils. Getting the balance of dark and light using watercolors was a lot more effort than I anticipated. I almost gave up and did it on a light background, but I’m glad I stuck with my original vision.”

“It’s… amazing.”

“But?” you asked. “I feel like there is a hesitation there.”

“No. It’s really good. I like it a lot. Although I’m surprised you chose to do a nude given what you said about the environment here. What did your classmates think? What did the professor think?”

“My classmates were shocked and appalled until the professor praised me in front of everyone for being so bold. Now they are pretending to be okay with it, but I know they hate it. And that kind of makes me love it even more.”

“Still, I’m surprised you went there. By the way, why did you choose to blur your face?”

“The face? I don’t know.” You chewed on your bottom lip while you contemplated. “My first thought when doing a self portrait was to just do a giant painting of my vulva.”

Tae stared at you wide eyed.

“I’m serious,” you retorted against his unspoken question. “I’ve got a dozen sketches of my pussy back at the apartment. But I thought that might be a bit much for this environment. I’m not looking to make trouble for trouble’s sake. Still, I thought a self portrait, for me, would make more sense to display my sex or sexuality more than my face. The face isn’t what matters - it’s a distraction.”

“Is this the boyfriend?!” A shrill voice cut across the room. Tae turned to see a middle aged woman barreling towards him.

You leaned over and whispered in Tae’s ear, “If you run away now, I won’t hold it against you.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you.” The woman stood in directly in front of Tae, her face a testament to Korea’s plastic surgery industry, skin pulled so tight it was a wonder she was even able to speak. “To tell you the truth, we were starting to wonder if you were actually real. This one,” she said motioning in your direction, “doesn’t even have a photo of you on her phone. What kind of girlfriend doesn’t keep photos of her boyfriend on her phone? I told the other girls that maybe you were deformed or something. But here you are, looking completely fit and healthy. It makes me wonder why she kept you hidden.”

Tae struggled to read the woman’s name tag, pinned to her ample bosom. “Mrs… um… Choi, is it? It’s nice to meet you.” The woman was standing so close to him that Tae had to take a couple steps backwards in order to properly bow in greeting. “I guess we just aren’t sentimental types. I don’t have a photo on my phone either.”

“That makes no sense.” A voice from behind Tae spoke, he turned again to see three more women standing behind him.

“Excuse me?” Tae was starting to feel surrounded.

“I’m Mrs. Kim Mi Kyung. That is Mrs. Park Young Ja and her daughter Miss Yi Hyo Joo.” Mrs. Kim was another one who stood a little to close, the heavy scent of her generously applied perfume made Tae’s eyes almost start to water. “I was saying it makes no sense for a man to not keep photos of his girlfriend on his phone. She’s pretty and she comes from such a distinguished family. Some other man who is more attentive is likely to come by and snatch her away from you if you aren’t careful. If she ever gets those cheekbones shaved down, like I’ve been telling her to do, she could get just about any man she wants.”

“I’m perfectly happy with my cheekbones the way they are, Mrs. Kim,” you sighed in exasperation.

“Of course you are dear. Those foreigners in America are very forgiving of facial flaws. But your father is a plastic surgeon and I don’t understand why you wouldn’t take advantage of that fact and just get a little tune up. You could be so much prettier.”

“I actually think her face is beautiful right now. I wouldn’t want her to change a thing,” Tae declared.

“And just how exactly was it that the two of you met?” Mrs. Park asked from behind Mrs. Kim.

Tae hesitated and looked at you, wondering if you had made up some story and told them previously. You just shrugged and told him to “Go ahead and tell them how we met… sweetie.”

“It was a blind date. She is the friend of a friend.” Tae couldn’t help but think back to the day he saw you sitting across from him at the bar. He had no idea what he was getting himself into.

“She said you guys were childhood friends,” Hyo Joo stepped forward and looked down her nose at Tae’s shoes and he suddenly became acutely aware of the fact that although he had spent considerable money on a new suit, he was wearing the same pair of dress shoes that he had owned for the last several years.

“We were schoolmates when we were kids and lost track of each other when she moved back to America. We met again later on a blind date, by coincidence.”

“But she made it sound like it wasn’t so much an organized blind date, but rather a friend dragged her to a bar and you were there trying to pick her up,” Hyo Joo pushed back.

Mrs. Park elbowed her daughter in the ribs. “Will you please just behave, Hyo Joo. He’s obviously trying to be polite and make their meeting sound less tacky.” Mrs. Park plastered on her best fake smile and turned back towards Tae, “I apologize for my daughter. She has a tendency to be excessively honest. She hasn’t quite grasped the concept of being discrete as you have.”

“What exactly is it that you do for a living?” Mrs. Choi suddenly asked. “She said you were in business, but wouldn’t say where exactly.”

Tae informed her of the name of the company.

“I’m familiar with the family that owns the business,” Mrs. Park commented. “The grandmother is one of the founding members of this art center. The youngest son is classmates with your son, isn’t that right Mrs. Choi?”

“That’s right.” Mrs. Choi cocked her head to the right as if she was trying to figure something out. “I believe the business is 100% family owned. What exactly is it that you do there?”

Tae could feel the back of his neck getting hot as he grew frustrated with the direction of this conversation. “I work in project management.”

“So your title is Project Manager?” asked Hyo Joo.

“Assistant Project Manager.” Tae had never been ashamed of his job. He worked hard and felt the company treated him fairly. He was even up for a promotion next month and his boss made it sound like he was a shoo in. But it was a family owned firm and Tae’s ability to advance would always be limited by the fact that he wasn’t part of the family. Tae didn’t mind that - he had only ever really aspired to make a nice stable middle class lifestyle for himself, but that would never be acceptable for women like these.

Hyo Joo stifled a laugh. “Assistant Project Manager?” She took another look at Tae’s shoes and simply stated, “Well, that seems about right.”

Mrs. Park pinched her daughters arm in warning to be more polite. “I’m sure you are a very diligent worker,” she said with a smile but the condescension was barely contained.

Mrs. Choi ignored Tae entirely and turned to you, “Are your parents aware that you two are dating?”

Mrs. Kim could barely hold back the grin from her smug face. She turned away from Tae to address you directly, taking hold of your hand and patting it as if concerned. “You aren’t getting any younger, my dear. Painting dirty pictures and dating whomever you please is all fun and games when you are young, but you should start thinking about your future. Consider your parents; I’m sure they would want you to make sensible choices.”

Tae watched you as your face went pale and your eyes hardened. You slowly extracted your hand from Mrs. Kim’s grip and you addressed her coldly, “I appreciate your well intentioned advice, Mrs. Kim. I’m sure you feel quite a kinship with my parents, seeing as how you seem to be such a wonderful customer of their products. However, I assure you that my parents are fully capable of expressing their thoughts on my lifestyle and who I choose to spend my time with on their own, without your intervention. Now, I hope you will excuse me as I take my friend to get a drink, as I am feeling rather parched.”

You grabbed Tae’s hand, gripping him so tightly that he couldn’t have pulled free if he tried. You marched through the crowd, dragging him along side you. You gave no mind to the people in front of you, most of whom had to jump out of your way to avoid being mowed over. You nicked one fur clad woman in the shoulder, knocking her glass of champagne from her hand, but you never paused or looked back.

Finally, you stopped in front of the coat check in the lobby to gather your bag and coat.

“So, are we not getting a drink from the bar?” Tae asked naively.

“We’re leaving. I should never have asked you to come here. I can’t believe how rude those women were to you. And it’s all my fault for putting you through it. I should have known that they would act that way.”

“So…” Tae demurred, “Where exactly are we going, then?”

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Tae watched you combing through the aisles of the convenience store when he asked you again, “Are you sure you don’t want to go someplace decent to eat? We’re all dressed up and it seems a shame to waste it on… this.”

“Nope. This is perfect.” The small handbasket you carried was filled with instant ramyeon, kimbap, corn chips, dried squid, and beer. “I think we should pick out something for dessert.”

Leaning over to get a closer look at the array of cookies and snack cakes, your dress slipped a little, making the tag at your neckline visible. Tae stared at the name on the label, “Versace”, and couldn’t help but wonder. How rich is your family? Those women at the art show seemed very aware of who your parents are. Would your family really look down on him and his very average lifestyle? You didn’t seem to be the kind of person to care much about those kinds of things, but then again, you were here in the 7-11 wearing a dress that must have cost at least 1 million won. It had been your idea to eat convenience store food in the first place. Was it because you worried that he couldn’t afford a real meal?

Lost in thought, Tae almost didn’t see you standing at the counter getting ready to pay for your basket full of food. He rushed forward, pulling his wallet out of his pocket and getting to the counter just in time to hand his credit card to the cashier while you were still digging in your purse.

“Tae, I’m the one who insisted on getting all this food. You don’t have to pay.”

“Yes, I do,” Tae insisted. “I really, really do.” He prepared his argument for when you objected like you always did, but instead you just nodded your head and zipped your purse closed. He wasn’t sure if this was some small victory or an act of pity.

“The machines to make the ramyeon are over there,” Tae pointed towards the wall.

“Doesn’t it seem too crowded to eat here?”

Tae followed your eyes towards a group of giggling teenage girls lined up against the window counter. “There are a couple tables out in front, it’s a nice evening and we could sit…”

“You don’t live far from here, right?” you interrupted.

“My place?”

“Yeah, these shoes are too tight and I just want to be someplace comfortable.”

“And my apartment is comfortable?”

“If you don’t want me there, Tae, that’s fine. You just have to say so. We can sit out in front of the store instead.”

Tae didn’t hesitate. “I’ll hail a taxi, we should be there in less than 10 minutes.”

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Holding the door open for you, Tae let you enter his studio apartment first. It was small, but it had a low counter that separated the kitchen from the rest of the living area, making it feel like two rooms. He had been proud of his home when he moved in and taken great pleasure in his trips to Ikea to furnish it. For the first time, though, he started to compare his living arrangements to yours.

You lived alone, but you still had a large two bedroom place, although he wasn’t quite sure what you used the second bedroom for. You had separate living and dining areas and a bathroom tiled floor to ceiling in marble. Your furnishings seemed to be very high quality and the balcony across the front looked out onto a large park.

He knew your parents were paying the rent on the place… but if that was the kind of apartment they set up for the daughter they sent away as punishment, he couldn’t imagine how luxurious your home was growing up.

“Where do you keep your pots?” You were already in the kitchen, opening up cabinets in search of what you needed.

“Behind you.” Tae reached around you to open the door to the only cabinet you had not yet explored. He could smell your perfume when he stood that close and, even after all your time together, his heart raced a little just from his proximity to you.

You filled the pot with water, placed it on the stove burner, and dumped in the contents of the ramyeon packets into the pot. It was a simple, domestic scene but it felt a bit off with you standing barefoot in his shabby kitchen making pot ramyeon while wearing pricey Italian couture.

“Can I ask you something?” Tae inquired while he pulled a small container of kimchi from the refrigerator and set about preparing the other contents of your convenience store haul.

“Of course you can. Anything you want to know, ask away. I’ve got no secrets.”

Tae wanted to roll his eyes at the demonstrable lie. You were clearly full of secrets. “Why do you work at the store? I mean, you don’t really need the money.”

“I wouldn’t say I don’t need the money. If I’m not working, then I am completely dependent on what my mother is willing to give me. And anything she is willing to give me always comes with a set of conditions. If I want to have any freedom, then I need to have access to my own funds.” You pulled the pot from the stovetop and set it on a folded up towel on the low counter.

The rest of the food surrounded the ramyeon and you and Tae sat at the counter to enjoy your makeshift feast.

“But why the store?” Tae asked. “Retail schedules are erratic, and you have to work weekends and holidays most of the time, plus you have to always been polite and smile to everyone, no matter how annoying the customers are…”

“Excuse me?” you feigned insult. “Are you saying that I might be challenged by having to be fake polite to strangers all day, every day?” The grin on your face assured Tae that you weren’t exactly bothered by the implication.

“You just don’t seem like the kind of person who would find customer service to be… um… invigorating.”

Slurping your ramen and reaching across the counter to pick up a kimbap, you replied, “Actually, I’ve spent a lifetime being fake nice on my family’s behalf. Pretending to be someone I’m not isn’t exactly something I enjoy, but it’s a talent I��ve developed over time. That and getting naked in front of strangers are the only things I’m really good at.”

“Those aren’t the only talents you have. What about your art?“

“What about it? Art doesn’t exactly pay the bills.”

“But there are lots of professional artists. And you are incredibly talented. Seriously.”

You scoffed at him. “For every artist who makes a living at their craft, there are probably 1000 who can’t earn enough to cover the cost of their materials. It takes an enormous amount of effort to promote yourself and it still comes down to luck and connections. My family is completely opposed to my artistic endeavors so I can’t use them for their many connections. Which means I’m left to my own devices and frankly, the art world can be pretty cruel.”

Tae was confused. “I’m sure your parents weren’t supportive of your stripping career and that has to be a cruel world too. But you did it anyway. Why were you willing to put in the effort for stripping but not for your art?”

Sternly, you turned to Tae. “The reality is that the average man values my pussy more than my art. It takes a lot less effort for me to pull down my panties and spread my legs for some random guy to shower me with money than to spend days or even weeks pouring my feelings onto a canvas only to be ignored. Besides, so many of the men I’ve met in the art world who praise my work are only doing it so they can get in my pants. Even that professor at the art thing tonight, he would praise me in front of the class and then proposition me afterwards. It’s always like that. So I managed to get the best of both worlds. I paint for my own satisfaction and I fuck for my own satisfaction. There is no need to mix the two.”

“Still… you really are a talented artist. I was super impressed with your paintings.” It bothered Tae that you thought people valued you more for your sexuality than for your other capabilities. “And I’m not just saying that because I want something from you. I really mean it.”

“But you do want something more from me too, don’t you Tae?” You swiveled on the stool, angling your body to show off your curves, your skirt riding above your knees and threatening to creep higher. “Your motives aren’t exactly pure, are they?”

This felt like a trick question. Of course he wanted more from you; this wasn’t a secret. You had spent plenty of time taking advantage of his lust for you, teasing and torturing him. But Tae was fairly certain you had no idea how much he admired you as a person, regardless of his sexual fantasies. You were bold and unabashed when you spoke, a characteristic Tae wish he had but didn’t have the courage for it. You were resilient in adversity; Tae wasn’t sure he’d be able to make a life for himself in a different country the way you had. Your artistic abilities were remarkable; Tae wished he had some special talent or passion for anything -- but instead he possessed no special skills and didn’t really aspire to any. You were amazing while he was utterly average; it made him wonder why you spent any time with him at all.

“Hey, Tae? Are you avoiding the question?” You prodded for a response.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.” Tae fretted over the right words. “You know I’m attracted to you. You know that already. But I don’t think you really understand how much I just like you as a person too. I just… I… I think you’re really cool. I enjoy your company and I’d like to spend time with you more often”

Tae could feel himself starting to blush like a school boy who just confessed to the girl he likes. Acting nonchalant, he turned away from you to grab the bag of chips. Maybe if he stuffed his mouth full he wouldn’t say anything more to embarrass himself.

“I think you’re cool too, Tae, and I also enjoy your company. That’s why we are friends.”

“But?” Tae asked, almost under his breath, barely audible.

“But what?” you inquired. “I like you. The end.”

“Are you sure that is ‘the end’?” Tae focused on brushing the crumbs from his shirt to avoid looking at you directly. “There always seems to be some sort of condition to our interactions.”

“Ok, fine. But… you know I’m not a monogamous kind of girl. I’m good at friendships and bad at dating. I’m not the girlfriend type.”

“Did I ask you to be my girlfriend?” Tae huffed. “You’re always saying things like that. I’m not trying to tie you down. I’m not asking you to change your ways. You’re the one out there telling people I’m your boyfriend.”

Tae stuffed another handful of chips into his mouth to prevent himself from speaking further. He didn’t mean to mention the boyfriend comment. He really didn’t. It just slipped out. He waited for you to speak, but there was nothing. When he finally got the courage to look at you again, you were looking straight back at him.

“I’m sorry for being so presumptuous,” you told him. “I’m embarrassed about lying to those women and it was wrong for me to ask you to go along with my lie. They were rude to you and you don’t deserve that. I never should have put you in such an uncomfortable situation.”

“It wasn’t that uncomfortable,” Tae replied sheepishly. “Anytime you need a make-believe boyfriend, feel free to call me. I’m happy to help.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I promise that won’t happen again. I spent many years pretending to be someone I’m not in front of women just like the ones you met this evening. I thought I had outgrown that stage of my life, but…” your thoughts trailed off incomplete. “Anyways, I pride myself on being honest, so next time someone asks if I am dating anyone, I’ll simply tell them I avoid having a boyfriend because it interferes with my sex life.”

Tae furrowed his brow and asked, “Does it really have to be that way? Aren’t there people who do the whole ‘open relationship’ thing?”

“Sure, there are people like that. I had sex with a married man last week while his wife sat there and watched. They seemed happy, I guess. But you never really know what goes on in other people’s relationships.” You took another mouthful of ramyeon, slurping up the noodles, a drop of broth trickled down your chin before you dabbed it away.

Tae wondered at how casually you just mentioned that you had sex with a married couple several days ago. He should be used to this by now, he thought, but it still managed to surprise him a little. “So have you tried having an open relationship before?”

“I’ve already told you I’m bad at relationships. My parents were terrible role models, my sister’s marriage is a joke… I’ve tried having boyfriends before when I was younger but it always just blows up and it seems so unnecessary. What am I going to get from being in a relationship that I can’t get from my life the way it is now?”

Reliability, consistency, comfort, safety, Tae thought to himself. His own relationships had all failed one way or the other, so who was he to challenge you on the value of being in one. He looked at his parents’ relationship and wished he could feel a love like that, but maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. Maybe your way wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Do you want to fuck me, Tae?” You took a swig of beer and stared straight at him, waiting for a response.

The question seemed to come out of the blue, and Tae struggled to maintain his composure. “Are you asking for general knowledge or are you are suggesting we have sex right now?” Tae could feel his heart beating faster and his groin start to ache at the mere suggestion of sex with you, but he knew better than to assume that anything was going to happen. “Because you know I want to.”

“I want to fuck you too, Tae. I really do. But it’s not going to happen right now.” You set your beer on the counter and pushed your bowl of ramyeon to the side, indicating meal time was over. “What I really want to know is, if I were to start fucking you, could you handle it?”

“What makes you think that I couldn’t.” He tried to mask his bruised ego at the suggestion that he wouldn’t be man enough to handle being with someone like you, although deep down he had his own doubts. “You’re acting like I’m an inexperienced child. It’s not like I’ve never had sex before.”

“I know. But could you handle fucking me if you knew that some other guy’s cock had been inside me the day before and a different guy would probably be inside me the day after.” You watched his face intently, looking for any betrayal of his true feelings.

“I’d be fine. I’m sure.” But he wasn’t actually sure at all. He knew you had sex with other people now, and it did bother him a little that these guys got to do what they wanted with you while he got whatever crumbs you were willing to toss his way. But you always referred to them as disposable while you told Tae he was special. That made things easier in his mind -- although there were moments when he wondered if you were toying with him.

“Last Friday, the party I went to? It was actually a private sex club that one of my previous dates told me about and he got me an invitation. It was a full blown orgy. One big room full of naked people getting busy with each other. That couple that I mentioned, the one in the open relationship? That’s where I had sex with the husband.”

“Oh?” Tae tried his best to look unsurprised. “Did you enjoy yourself?” He grabbed his beer and started drinking to help conceal his face and keep his expression neutral. Deep down he wasn’t actually that shocked to hear that was how you spent your time, but he was also sure that you were telling him now just to see how he would react.

You paused before answering, watching his adam’s apple bob up and down in his throat as he swallowed his drink. In his effort to look unphased, Tae was now guzzling back the beer, drinking much too fast for a man who was trying to look calm and collected. Your smirk returned. “I did enjoy myself. I enjoyed myself very much indeed.”

“That’s… um… that’s nice. So… uh… this guy who got you the invitation… was this like a thing where the two of you went together and then… um… like… you went and did things… stuff… like sex with other people or were you… like… together the whole time?” Tae couldn’t even look at you, knowing what an idiot he sounded like right now, but he also couldn’t stop himself from asking the question. The idea that this might be the person who you also referred to as your “friend” would nag at him.

You laughed aloud. So much for trying to look cool, he thought.

“Tae, I went there alone. I don’t even think that guy was there the night I went. He was just kind enough to be an intermediary to get me an invitation, and I’m grateful for that. But I don’t think I’ll ever have sex with him again. He was a little too selfish and arrogant for my preference.”

Exhaling, Tae let his shoulders relax. “Ah. I see. So were people there, uh, friendly.”

“Friendly? I guess. The mood there was more about total debauchery and sex with strangers than actually getting to know each other. But it was my first time. I’m sure I’ll get to know people better over time.”

“So you plan to go back?”

“They gave me an application for regular membership and I’m considering it. They act a little snooty and talk a lot about being very selective of their members, which was a touch off-putting. But I have to admit, they had a very attractive group there. Plus, the whole thing about having everyone in one room together really appeals to my exhibitionist side. I do really enjoy being watched. Do you think you could ever do that, Tae?”

“Do what? Let other people watch me have sex?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of whether you would want to watch me have sex with other people.”

Tae stared at you for a moment, once again unsure of how to answer. “Is that what you want from me?” He could feel his chest tighten a little at the idea of it. It was one thing to know you had sex with other people, but to sit idly by and watch while some other man get to have his way with you seemed to be too much. “I don’t know. I mean… is that really what you want?”

“It’s okay. I was just thinking if you had any interest, I could show you one of the pornos I did a few years back…”

“What? You did porn?!” Tae interrupted you with his astonished outburst. “You mean there are movies out there of you having sex with people?! Why didn’t you mention this before?”

“Are you really that surprised, Tae? I only did a few films - like maybe five or six total. I went out to Los Angeles with a stripper friend during the summer break after my second year at university. She wanted to try out the porn scene and convinced me that it would be a great way to make money while having fun. I was just kind of clueless about what I wanted from my life at that point, so I followed her. In the end, I decided it just wasn’t for me so I bailed.”

“You didn’t like it?”

“Eh, it was a combination of things. Sex on camera is still a job and it’s more work than it looks like. And frankly, I prefer to have more control over my sex partners and the sex acts I choose to do, but a fresh piece of meat, like I was, doesn’t get to make those kinds of decisions. But the biggest reason I quit was because I started thinking about how someone who knows my family could end up seeing one of these movies and tell them about it and it freaked me out. So I stopped.”

“So did you ever get caught?”

“Not yet. At least, not as far as I know. It still makes me nervous, but I’ve already been caught doing worse, so maybe it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.”

“Worse?” Tae asked. “Being caught stripping doesn’t seem like it would be worse than being caught doing porn.”

You ignored Tae’s musings. “Do you want to see one of them or not?”

“Yes!” Tae responded without thinking. “Wait. Are we watching it together?”

“Of course. I already told you I’m an exhibitionist. Why would I want to miss out on all the fun of watching you watch me?” You got up from your seat and walked across the room to pick up Tae’s laptop from the coffee table where it rested. “What’s your password?”

Grabbing the laptop from your hands, Tae quickly typed in the password and handed the machine back to you. He took his place next to you on the sofa and waited with anticipation. “So you would have been how old? 20?”

“Correct.” Your attention was focused on bringing up a foreign website while Tae looked over your shoulder, straining to read the English words written on the page. “Although on the website it says I was 18 since the pervy bastards love the idea of defiling a teenager.

Are you sure you are ready for this?” you asked, turning to face Tae. “You are about to watch me getting absolutely drilled by another guy, with closeups of all the action. Are you okay with this?”

“Of course,” he answered, unthinkingly. The mixture of curiosity and lust drowned out any reservations he might have about watching you have sex with someone else.

“Before we get started, we should discuss the rules,” you advised him.

Tae audibly groaned. “Aren’t we just watching a movie? Why do we need rules for everything?”

“Agreeing to the rules ahead of time is how we make sure we both enjoy ourselves without there being any hurt feelings or misunderstood expectations. Besides, I have some special requests.”

“Like what?”

You pointed to Tae’s crotch. “First rule I’m recommending is that your cock be exposed and visible to me at all times during the viewing of this film. You can tuck yourself back in when it’s over.”

Your requests that he expose himself to you had happened so many times now that it didn’t even phase Tae anymore. He quickly agreed to the first rule.

“The second rule is that you are not permitted to cum before sunrise tomorrow.”

It wasn’t uncommon for you to disallow Tae from touching himself when you were together at your house, but it seemed like you were starting to want to control when he touched himself even when the two of you were apart. “So you want to get me all worked up watching you and then not allow me to get any relief, is that what this is?”

“Look, you and I both know that I won’t have any idea what you do once I go home. But I’d like you to make the effort. Think of it as prolonging the time you are aroused rather than denying yourself gratification.”

Tae nodded his head. He knew that if he agreed to your rules he wouldn’t dare violate them out of fear that you would somehow figure out that he had been dishonest and end up disappointed in him. Disappointing you was the last thing he wanted.

“And rule number 3… if you decide that this is too much or you don’t want to watch anymore, you can just say stop or close the laptop. Got it?”

Tae nodded in agreement.

You scrolled through the website until you found what you were looking for, tapped the play button and the opening credits started to roll until you suddenly paused the movie and pointed at Tae’s crotch. “What was rule number one?”

Wordlessly, Tae undid his pants and pulled his penis out where you could see it. He was still flaccid but knew that wouldn’t last for too long. Just knowing that you wanted to see him exposed was starting to have an effect on him.

Restarting the movie, you settled next to Tae on the sofa, your shoulder brushing against his as you adjusted yourself on the seat. Although you had been sitting next to Tae all through dinner, he suddenly became hyper-aware of how close you were and he could feel his hands start to ache from the desire to touch you. Instead, he just crossed his arms and tried to act as normal as one could when sitting on a sofa, genitals exposed, about to watch to watch a porno starring the object of his desire while she sat next to him. Tae caught himself smiling at the absurdity of it all.

You appeared on screen, lounging by a swimming pool, wearing the tiniest red bikini he had ever seen, your face obscured by giant sunglasses. The camera panned up your body in close up, your legs, your hips, your belly, your breasts with nipples barely contained by the tiny strips of red fabric and finally your face. You took off your glasses and smiled. Your makeup was unusually heavy in that American porn star fashion, but Tae almost gasped aloud to see your face. This was only 4 years after he first met you and the younger version of you on the screen reminded him of what you looked like at 16 when he was still a horny teen obsessed by your every move. Tae mused that his feelings had not changed much since then.

A man appeared from the pool, his arms and legs were muscular and tanned, but he was clearly much older than you as proven by his receding hairline and slight paunch. Tae felt some slight relief that your costar was not the image of youthful sexuality but instead was a guy that Tae could easily compete with in the attractiveness department. Not that this was a competition, he reminded himself, but still, it was comforting.

English words poured from the man and your mouths. Tae strained to understand, but you spoke too quickly, and he could only understand the odd word here and there. You must have asked him to put suntan lotion on you because now you were lying on your stomach while the man rubbed lotion across your back and then your legs and finally his hands slipped under your bikini, letting the fabric ride up and exposing your buttocks while the man kneaded them under the guise of applying lotion. The camera zoomed in tightly, showing the expanse of skin on your backside, the man’s hands squeezing your ass and the crotch of your bikini bottoms starting to slip to the side, just barely exposing a sliver of skin and hinting at more to come.

This isn’t so bad. I can handle watching this, Tae thought.

Then you, on the screen, turned over and sat up, pulling the man close to you and kissing him passionately. Your faces filled the screen while your tongues tangled. The sloppy wet kissing noises filled Tae’s ears and he could feel his brow furrow and his lips turn downward in disgust. Never in his life had he been bothered by watching two people kiss before, but this bothered him. Tae wanted nothing worse than to kiss you at will, but to see this ugly, paunchy, cheap porn guy sucking your face like it was no big deal was a bit much.

“He was a chain smoker. His mouth tasted like an ashtray.”

Tae turned to look at you and noticed you were fully facing him. Had you just been watching him watching you on the screen this whole time? You must have noticed the change in Tae’s expression during the kissing scene. “He doesn’t look too appetizing,” was Tae’s reply.

The man on the computer was now undoing your bikini top, mauling your breasts with his hands while he kissed you. Until eventually he let his mouth travel down your neck to your nipples, sucking and biting at them while you threw back your head and sighed. The camera pulled in so closely that all that was left on the screen was a mouth - lips and tongue - sucking and licking the protruding bud.

Tae had to admit, he kinda liked this better, seeing disembodied body parts on the screen - he could imagine it was him doing this to you and not this other guy.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see you looking at him and then glancing down to his exposed manhood.

“Would you mind if I touch you from time to time while you watch?” you asked.

Tae gulped. He wasn’t expecting that question. “Of course not. I never mind when you want to touch me.”

You trailed a finger along the length of his penis, just one single stroke and immediately waking his dormant flesh - causing it to twitch ever so slightly. It was only one stroke, but it lit a fire in Tae’s groin and he could feel the ache between his legs growing steadily.

Real-life-you turned back to watch the movie. You on the screen were now laying on the ground, legs spread wide, while the man pulled your bikini bottoms to the side, exposing your bare pussy to the camera. Tae bit his bottom lip and inhaled deeply while the man pulled your pussy lips apart and lowered his mouth to taste the wetness between your legs.

Tae had been in that position before, and the taste and smell of you flooded his memory while he watched some total stranger now licking your slit and poking his fingers into you. This was feeling more real now. The camera panned up to your face, your eyes half closed, lids fluttering, while your moaned aloud. You seemed to like what he was doing to you.

“Did you like being with him?” Tae inquired.

“Just watch the movie. We can talk after if you want,” you replied. Your hand reached out to grasp Tae’s rapidly growing bulge. You held it in your hand as if checking him for girth and weight and then let him go.

It took all of Tae’s strength to not groan in frustration. Was this how it was going to be? You just checking to make sure he’s hard and then going on about your business? Why would he have expected any different? Of course this is what was happening.

The man on the screen stood up and undressed, pulling his swim trunks down to the ground and stepping out of them. Tae’s eyes went wide with surprise. Any questions he might have had regarding why this particular guy was chosen to do a porn shoot were answered the minute Tae saw the man’s dick standing proudly erect. He was enormous. The size of his member made Tae a little anxious. Were you going to be able to fit all of that inside you? Is that what you were used to? How could a woman like you, who had so much experience with other men ever be satisfied by someone completely average. Someone, Tae thought, like himself.

Tae started to wonder if maybe watching this wasn’t the best idea. He could already feel pangs of jealousy starting, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the computer when you reached over and grabbed the man by his dick and brought swollen tip to your mouth and took him inside. You were right there, on the screen, sucking off some random guy. Some random guy with a monster sized cock -- you must have unhinged your jaw to fit him in.

It was a sloppy, slobbering, messy blowjob. Is this how you normally did it? Is this how you liked it, he wondered. Is this what it was like when you made him listen on the phone that time you had sex with the man from the restaurant? Is this what it was like that one time you were with Jimin? The only time Tae had been inside your mouth like that, he had cum immediately - so you couldn’t call it a blow job at all. He wondered if you were disappointed that he didn’t last longer.

Even though he couldn’t really understand what was being said, Tae could see the man was bossy and demanding. The man picked you up and repositioned you so your head was hanging off the lounge chair and he straddled your face, thrusting his cock into your open mouth and down your throat until you gagged. From there he continued to face fuck you slowly as your eyes watered and your lipstick smeared.

No, Tae thought, this can’t be you. He couldn’t imagine you allowing anyone to take control of you this way.

As if you read his mind, you leaned over and whispered in Tae’s ear, “For some reason, these porn directors love to hear a girl gagging on someone’s cock. But I’ve gotten much better at my deep throat skills over the years and that would never happen these days. I could be a sword swallower if I wanted.”

You dragged your fingernails against the expanse of skin just above his penis. Tae had shaved himself clean of any pubic hair this morning, remembering the last time the two of you were together and the request you made that he be hair free. Not that he was exactly expecting anything to happen, but he wanted to make sure you weren’t disappointed in his appearance just in case.

The scratching of your nails was replaced by the gentle glide of your fingertips against his skin and sliding downward to his now mostly erect cock. Your touch was soft and Tae looked down to make sure that it was really you touching him and not some figment of his imagination.

“Eyes on the screen, Tae. I don’t want you to miss any of the good stuff.”

He snapped his head back up and fixed his eyes back to where your lips were swallowing the man’s monster sized dick just as the man started to pull out of you. He grabbed you again and threw you back onto the lounger, grabbed onto your red bikini bottoms and pulled them off in one smooth motion. Oh god, Tae thought to himself, this is it, isn’t it?

In real life, you now had your hand wrapped firmly around Tae’s member. You stroked him; one...two...three...four...five… Five strokes with your hand and then stopped. Tae couldn’t hold back and groaned out loud. He was getting so hard now it was difficult to focus.

On the screen the man had pushed your knees up so high that they were nearly to your ears. This had the effect of raising your hips and spreading your pussy open for the camera. You went the extra step of pulling your pussy lips further apart and rolling your finger over your clit. The camera zoomed in so closely that it was nothing but wet, slick folds of pussy flesh enveloping the entire screen. You clit poked out from its hood. Your vagina looked tight and small, like it would never accommodate the man’s enormous cock. But he would see for sure in a moment.

The man on the screen held his dick in his hand, stroking himself a couple times and spitting on spread pussy to help lubricate it. He took the head of his cock and slapped it against your clit several times and then lined himself up against your hole, flashed you a sinister smile and then… nothing. The screen froze with the image of his dick just at the opening of your vagina. “Fuck!” Tae exclaimed in frustration.

It took Tae a moment to realize that it was you how had paused the movie at this exact moment. Why would you do such a thing? Wasn’t it your idea to have him watch you? Isn’t that what you wanted? Tae had been slightly skeptical of this whole thing, but now he had to admit, he was eager to see what happened next. It made his brain hurt to think that he was about to watch you with your pussy stuffed full of another man’s cock -- but right now, in this moment, there was nothing more that he wanted to see.

“Why did you stop the movie?” he asked you.

“Are you still okay with our agreement?”

“Huh? Yeah, of course. Why would you think I wouldn’t be.”

“Tell me what we agreed to tonight,” you demanded.

“Uh… that I’m exposed to you. And I don’t touch myself.”

“No. Not that you don’t touch yourself, we agreed that you don’t get to cum until tomorrow sunrise. The agreement is that you are exposed to me while the movie plays, that you don’t cum until sunrise tomorrow and we added another one that you are allowing me to touch you. Also, that you have the right to say stop anytime you need to stop. Are you still okay with this agreement?”

“Yeah. Of course.” He was confused why you were bringing this up again.

“Is there any way you do not want me to touch you?”

What was this, he wondered. “Um, just don’t hurt me.”

“Got it. So, as long as I don’t hurt you, I can touch you using any means I want and you agree not to cum. Is that right?”

He was starting to get a little anxious. You had something planned and he couldn’t quite fathom what it was, but history had taught him it was best just to agree and see where things lead. “Yeah, that’s right.”

“One last rule,” you interjected, “eyes on the screen.”

You hit the space bar and immediately the movie started playing. The man was very slowly entering you, pushing his gargantuan sex into yours and then pulling it back out again. For a brief second, your hole gaped open and then quickly closed back up.

Tae’s eyes glazed over a bit at the sight. He shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he was, but by god he was really enjoying it.

The man plunged himself back into you, gripping tightly onto your thighs, pounding against you and causing your whole body to shake with each thrust. You were moaning loudly -- Tae was certain this was just acting. You weren’t a moaner. At least he didn’t think you were. But it didn’t matter, because the sound of your voice reached some primal place deep inside him. There was you, fucking some guy on this computer screen, and it felt like every cell in his body was on fire with lust.

Grabbing you by the waist, the man lifted you up and flipped you over on top of him. He was the one laying down on the lounger now and you straddled him facing out towards the camera. Your hand looked tiny wrapped around the man’s giant dick as you held him in place and slowly lowered yourself onto him.

Tae watched you ride the man reverse cowgirl and could feel his heart beating out of his chest with excitement. This was the perfect angle, Tae thought. The man was mostly obscured, his face nearly invisible to the camera. Instead, you were the one front and center; your chest jutting outward as you leaned back and tried to balance yourself, your tits bouncing as you raised and lowered yourself on this stranger’s cock, your legs spread wide, exposing your sex entirely and making you look incredibly available. The best part was that you were looking directly into the camera as if inviting the viewer, inviting Tae, to participate in this wanton act of depravity. God he wished that he was the one there with you.

Tae was so affixed to watching you on the screen, that he almost didn’t notice that you had switched positions on the sofa. You were lying flat on your stomach, inching your head towards his lap.

He felt your hair first as it tickled a bit when it brushed against his exposed sex. Instinctively he looked down, but you had carefully positioned yourself with your head blocking his view from seeing exactly what you were doing. Your hair was spread out like a curtain to prevent any peeking. But he could feel it clearly when your tongue, wet and warm, licked up and down the sides. Was this what you meant when you said you could touch him using any means you wanted?

He watched your head shift slightly under than mess of hair splayed across his lap. Your lips were at the tip of his cock, lightly sucking at the head, your tongue gently swirling around and around. “Ffffffuuuuuck!” was all Tae could say.

He threw his head back and closed his eyes, desperately trying to concentrate on the feeling of our mouth against his manhood. But then he recalled your command that he “keep his eyes on the screen.” You wouldn’t know, he thought. You were face down between his legs and couldn’t possibly see whether or not he was watching the screen. But Tae’s desire to not disappoint you overtook his desire to just enjoy the unexpected feeling of you suckling his cock. He returned to watching the computer, his brain now clearly divided between the two activities.

The man on the screen had changed positions and he was fucking you doggie style now. Your tits hung freely, nipples distended, as they swung to and fro from the motion of the man crashing his body into yours. The camera zoomed in again on the place where your sexes joined. Every time the man pulled out a bit, Tae couldn’t help but notice how slick and shiny the man’s cock was with your pussy juices and he compared it to how his own cock was now slick with your saliva.

In real life, you switched from suckling at the tip of Tae’s cock to sucking him entirely down your throat. Tae inhaled sharply at the new sensation and his eyes rolled back in his head while he gripped the sofa cushion tightly. He swore he could feel you swallowing him while your lips closed tightly and your tongue snaked down nearly to his balls. He wanted so badly to brush your hair aside so he could see you sucking his dick for himself. You hadn’t specifically told him that he couldn’t do that… but then again, he was reminded, “eyes on the screen.”

He looked back up at the screen just in time to see the man flip you over again. One of your legs was thrown over his shoulder, the other he pushed up with his hand. The man was on top of you, fucking you in a variation of missionary style. It was more difficult to see the more lurid details of your sexual encounter from this angle, although the camera made its best efforts to show as much of the fleshy mound between your legs as it could capture.

At this point the man in the movie was clearly too far gone to pay attention to camera angles and good cinematography. He was grunting and sweating, and then the man leaned over you, nipped at your breast before leaning even further in to kiss you on the mouth while pumping his cock into you as fast as humanly possible.

This image did something to Tae -- he was immediately transported back to his teenage bedroom, watching you through his window while the bar owner’s son laid on top of your naked body, writhing around in the dim light of your bedside lamp. When Tae was younger, he was desperate to see more of you and your sexual encounters with the college boys you seduced. But he was always too far away, the image too faint to see what he wanted. Although that never stopped him from replaying what he had seen as a masturbatory fantasy for years following.

But here, now, on his computer screen was the high def version of those activities. Every drop of sweat visible, ever slap of skin on skin audible… he could practically feel it himself. Of course what he was actually feeling was your tongue, your mouth, your lips, and your throat standing in for your pussy.

His brain couldn’t distinguish the difference between what he was seeing and what he was feeling anymore. He could feel the heat inside his body growing, like an animal inside him was clawing away at his belly trying to escape. This was the kind of lustful fervor he found himself in constantly as a teenage boy -- so aroused that he felt like he might just split in two at any moment. He had long outgrown that state of uncontrolled teenage lust into a more sensible and mature enjoyment of erotic activities… except where you were concerned. With you, Tae was always at the mercy of his hormones.

The man on the computer started to grunt more loudly as he approached his orgasm. Tae could sympathize, he was getting dangerously close to cumming also.

Tae clenched his buttocks and tightened his abdomen in an effort to hold back the desire to cum. He wanted the feeling of your mouth sucking him, toying with him, to last a while longer. He would have given anything to be allowed to just let go and enjoy this moment to the end, but he had made an agreement and, as always, he did not want to disappoint.

“I’m going to cum. Ahhhhhh! I’m going to cum if you keep doing that!” Tae let out a long low moan; he was so close now but you would not let up. If he let you keep going for even a few seconds longer, he knew he would explode. “Stop. Stop!”

With Tae’s cries to stop, you immediately raised your head and leaned away from him, smoothing your hair back into place. His cock was hard as steel, standing straight up from his body, swollen, red, and leaking profuse amounts of precum. His whole body was vibrating. If you so much as breathed on his cock right now, he was sure that he would erupt into an orgasm so intense it would blast through the ceiling.

On the computer, the man had finally had as much as he could take and pulled out of you, demanding that you kneel before him with you mouth open while he palmed his bursting cock and directed his cum onto your waiting tongue. Tae turned his head away from the computer; watching another man reach an orgasm right now was a bit more than he could take.

“You know, you taste much better than he did,” you advised Tae.

Tae closed his eyes and whimpered. He could feel his dick jerk uncontrollably at the unexpected compliment. Tomorrow he would smile at the memory of being compared favorably to a porn star, but right now, it was taking all of Tae’s strength to not just spontaneously combust, so he just sat in silence.

After a few moments, Tae could hear you rustling around in the kitchen. He looked over his shoulder to see you gathering up the remnants of your junk food dinner and cleaning up the kitchen. “You don’t have to do that. I can clean-up in a little bit. I just need a few minutes to, um, take care of my situation here.”

You laughed aloud at Tae’s politeness. “Would you like me to make you an ice pack to help with your ‘situation’”, you replied.

“No, I’ll be okay in a few.” Tae concentrated on his breathing. This wasn’t the first case of blue balls he’d had in his life, but normally he had the option to run off to a private space and jerk off for relief.

“Well, cleaning up is the least I can do before I go.”

“Are you really going? Can’t you stay a little while longer?” Tae sat up and tried to tuck his still uncomfortably erect penis into his pants.

“And what would we do if I stayed longer, Tae?” You walked over to the sofa and stood leaned over him.

“I don’t know, we could just talk.”

Smiling, you shook your head. “You still have your ‘situation’ to attend to.” You wagged a finger in the general direction of Tae’s bulge. “I don’t think keeping me around talking tonight is likely to help with that. And to be honest, I’ve got to get up at the crack of dawn to go to my fitness boot camp thing. I hate going, but it’s already doing wonders for my ass.” You turned around and waggled your butt at Tae to emphasize your point - although he didn’t need any convincing that your ass was already excellent.

Tae couldn’t help but frown with disappointment. “I understand.” He fussed with his shirt buttons to avoid looking at you directly. “It’s just that I don’t know when I’ll see you again. So… when will I see you again?”

“Listen, Tae, I’ve told you that I’m not good with…”

Holding up one hand to silence you, Tae continued. “I don’t want to hear anything about not being good with relationships. You’ve said that you are good at being a friend, right? And you’ve said that I’m your friend, right? Or did you not mean any of that?”

You looked a little concerned and answered hesitatingly. “Of course, I meant it. We are friends.”

“Well, friends should be able to make plans and talk to each other more than once every couple of weeks. I’m not asking for anything crazy here.” He paused deliberately before repeating himself, “So when will I see you again?” Tae was starting to feel more assured as he spoke, hopeful that would would agree with his logic.

You narrowed your eyes as if scrutinizing this new version of Tae who had enough courage to insist that you not leave before making future plans. “I’m working the late shift at the store tomorrow. I usually go out to eat at a restaurant near the mall around noon before my shift starts at 1:30. If you are interested, you could join me.”

Tae tried to not look overly excited but couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you were agreeing to see him two days in a row. “I would love to join you for lunch tomorrow. Text me the name of the restaurant and I’ll meet you there.”

#BTS smut #Taehyung smut #BTS fanfic #Taehyung fanfic #V fanfic #V smut #Sorry this took so long guys!

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