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it's faye and uh you mentioned something abt joaquín taking virginities? yeah 😌 i'm gonna need u to expand on that

well yes ofc

joaquín is genuinely shocked. he's sitting beside you, elbows pressed into his knees, his head cocked to the side as he looks at you. "seriously?"

you nod once. "yeah. seriously."

he leans back into the couch, spreading his legs and crossing his arms over his chest. staring off into the distance, blinking blankly, he lets out the tiniest wow and continues to exist in this stupor that he doesn't break out of until you giggle.

"why're you so—" you gesture vaguely with your hand, "about that?"

"no, i'm not trying to be rude or anything about it. i'm just shocked."

and things don't change immediately. briefly, you were worried that he would be oddly fragile with you after finding out, hold you at arms distance, overly ask for your permission to do things that you never had any trouble with doing before. but joaquín was still joaquín. things were still the same between you both, until you were standing in the center of your bedroom, chests pressed together, tension finally having come to a breaking point between both of you.

his hands aimlessly roam, fingers touching every single part of you even with your clothes on. and with your clothes off, it's ten times more glorious. laying back on your bed, completely at joaquín's mercy, you're letting him in on so many levels—letting him do what he thinks is best for your body, providing your input here and there. letting him alter the aura of your bedroom, letting him make a memory that you're sure you'll never forget.

obviously, he checks up on you throughout. either verbally through curt sentences that are easy to digest and even easier to answer ("this okay?" "like that?" "'m gonna go here, is that okay?"), or through little glances. he communicates so much through his eyes, you aren't even sure if he's aware. with his eyes lifted to look at you and his eyebrows raised as his fingertips glide through your folds, he's gauging your reaction but there's a sense of pride within there as well. when your breath hitches and you sit up on your elbows when he scissors your entrance open, he squints for barely a second as if a smile was going to start from his eyes.

then his dick comes out and you can see the cockiness descend onto him. pride in his eyes, a sly grin on his lips that tugs one side up higher than the other. he licks his lips and sits back on his haunches in front of you, the warmth from his hand resting on your knee slowly heating you up. you've seen his dick before, the two of you have done some things in the weeks between you telling him about your virginity and this, but seeing joaquín bare in this capacity is something new entirely. you're cold and nervous, goosebumps prominent on your skin.

"you wanna help me out here?" he's already hard. his cock is keeled over from its own weight, resting over a thick and corded thigh that you have got to sit on one day. but you still nod and scoot closer, spitting in your hand throughout the journey so by the time you're right in front of him you can just wrap your hand around the tip and glide your hand down his length.

joaquín sighs immediately upon contact, his head lolling to the side. the hand on your knee slides up to your thigh and then your back, his other hand resting on your jaw. he pulls your face closer to his, kissing you once and letting it linger before he speaks. "you ready?"

you nod, and after letting yourself indulge in the feeling of stroking him a couple more times, you lay back while he puts the condom on.

and you know what to expect. you've heard stories, good and bad. your expectations have been set at a comfortable spot, not too high or too low, but your experience with joaquín is still better than you could've hoped.

not just because of the way he physically fucks you, which is something you can quickly see yourself getting addicted to, but because of his demeanor throughout the entire thing. when he's using his hips to glide his cock in and out of you in a steady rhythm, reaching deeper and deeper each time, he has this manner about him that makes it obvious that he's enjoying himself even despite your inexperience and reliance on him. actually, you think he's enjoying himself so much because you’re relying on him.

joaquín is nothing if not a pleaser. he quite literally lives to making sure other people are safe and happy, it's his job and his self-proclaimed purpose in life. so this, fucking you for the very first time, and making sure your experience is as good as it could possibly be, is everything to him.

he's so obviously grateful that you're willing to share this with him. his forehead rests against yours at one point, your noses nudging, and you both just breathe together. it's so intimate, more intimate than you could've imagined.

there was a moment there, though, one where you can see the beginnings of joaquín losing himself. when you've loosened up completely, having gotten used to being opened up for him, and you were steadily being guided towards the edge, you asked him for more. no, you begged. and joaquín gave you just what you wanted.

his hips snapped with each drive, his movements sharper than they'd been throughout the entire ordeal. messily, he swiped across your clit with his thumb, pushing you closer and closer towards his goal and not straying far behind you. it was rougher, but not careless at all. you wanted more of that for another time, you wanted him to completely lose it with you. but for now, you completely reveled in the way joaquín gave you an orgasm, one that only began to fade when he stuffed his cock completely in you with one final shove, his pelvis notched against yours and his balls resting against your ass.

by the time you came down and everything was cleaned up, distantly, you were ready to do it again.

[bytemee]

chapter nine. | WHERE DO YOU SLEEP? — YU JIMIN.

𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 — y/n, a rising music producer, has built her dream career while keeping her personal life under wraps. karina, aespa’s leader, is preparing for a huge comeback with a mini album produced and written by the one and only y/n.

karina knows this is the opportunity of a lifetime, and she has to nail it. the only problem is, she may be a bit distracted by her producer.

something about their connection feels different—like maybe it's worth the risk of prying eyes. but how much will they give up to chase after what they want?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — smut, slight angst, they love each other so much its kinda depressing, and let me know if theres more!

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 — 4.5k

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲— extra content chap is kinda cool u should check it out...also lets u know what the dare was

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the day in milan felt longer than it had any right to. maybe it was because everything hit you at once as soon as you got off the plane—the difference in time zones messing with your head, the sticky humidity clinging to your skin, the exhaustion that came with flying, and the wave of memories that this city brought back. you hadn't thought about your time here in years, back when you were nineteen and believed you could take on the world. it felt like a lifetime ago, but being here again was comforting in a way you hadn't expected.

you didn't have much on your plate this trip. it was a short two-day stay, and the only reason you were here at all was because of your contract with prada. once the work was done, you planned to head straight back to la. there were still a few projects to finish, but after that, you could finally take some time off and visit your grandma in korea.

when you finally made it to your hotel, you were too tired to care about anything else. the place was nice—there was a garden out back and even a pool—but you didn't have the energy to explore. your room was on the twelfth floor, with a great view of the city and a bed that seemed to be calling your name. after taking a quick shower, you didn't even bother turning down the covers before you flopped face-first onto the mattress, groaning at how soft it was.

you closed your eyes for what you thought would just be a moment, wanting to take a second to breathe. but then you remembered you still needed to film the outro for the vlog you'd been recording all day. skipping it wasn't an option—you knew jamie would have your head if you did.

then there was jimin. she had reached out more than once since your last conversation, and every time, you ignored her. you knew it wasn't fair, but you didn't have it in you to open that door again. you were already dealing with enough disappointment, and the thought of an argument felt unbearable. it seemed easier for both of you to just leave things alone for now. you were hurt, she was hurt, and neither of you knew how to fix it.

but seeing her in person during the showcase changed everything. all the feelings you'd tried to push down came rushing back, and you realized that maybe it was worth giving her another chance to talk things out. you folded as soon as she texted after the show, telling her to meet you in your hotel room.

and now, here you were.

your outro finished, the door open, and jimin standing in front of you. it was strange to see her here, in milan, looking out of place with her baggy bape t-shirt and shorts. she seemed unsure of what to do with herself; in her left hand, she clutched a small gift bag, her fingers gripping the straps tightly like she was afraid to let go.

it had been a month since you'd last seen her (not including the brief amount of eye contact you made during prada's fashion show), but it felt like years. you missed her more than you could ever put into words, and seeing her in front of you now didn't even feel real.

she stared at you, her eyes wide and her lips parted slightly, like she was searching for something to say. neither of you spoke for a long moment, the silence heavy in the air.

eventually, you sighed softly and stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in.

"well, don't just stand there. come in."

jimin nodded, stepping inside the room and looking around curiously before she stopped a few feet away from the bed. you closed the door gently, leaning against it for a second as you took her in.

the emotions swirling inside you—hurt, guilt, longing, even a flicker of hope—were almost too much to handle. you pushed yourself off the door, crossing your arms over your chest as you approached her, unsure of what to say or how to feel.

jimin's eyes met yours, searching for some kind of reassurance or maybe for you to tell her off. she swallowed hard, her gaze flickering down to the gift bag before clearing her throat. "this is for you."

she offered the bag to you, the tips of her ears pink. you reached out to take the bag from her, your fingers brushing against hers briefly. the touch was innocent enough, but the warmth that spread through her made her heart race.

"thanks," you said quietly, setting the bag on the edge of the bed. you didn't open it, not yet—you weren't sure if you could handle whatever was inside.

jimin stood there awkwardly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her hands now clasped tightly in front of her. she looked smaller somehow, like a scared little girl, and you felt a surge of sympathy wash over you.

"i'm sorry," she said suddenly, her voice cracking on the words. her eyes flicked up to meet yours, and the pain in them was almost too much to bear. "for everything. for… messing things up. for not being there when you needed me. for—"

"jimin," you interrupted softly, shaking your head. you couldn't listen to her tear herself apart like this—it hurt too much.

she swallowed hard, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "i just… i didn't know how to fix it. and i know i can't take back what happened, but i—"

"jimin," you said again, simply, cutting her off again. "i get it. life happens, and we're both busy—sometimes too busy. i know it wasn't personal, i can't expect you to be able to make time for me all the time, especially with how things are going. i can't be selfish."

she stared at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. she couldn't believe what she was hearing. were you seriously blaming yourself for the distance between the two of you? she had been the one who was too busy to even check her phone, and yet, here you were, apologizing to her, taking the blame.

"don't do that," jimin said quietly, shaking her head. "don't act like this was your fault. it wasn't. i… i should have done better. i should've made time for you; i should've been there when you needed me. but i wasn't, and that's on me—not you."

you blinked, her words catching you off guard. the way she looked at you, desperate, pleading, made your chest ache.

before you could respond, she continued, her voice shaking slightly. "you're not being selfish for wanting to feel like a priority. you deserved better than what i gave you, and i hate that i didn't see it sooner. i know i messed up. i know i hurt you." her eyes glossed over, and she bit her lip to keep herself steady. "and i don't know how to fix it, but i want to try—if you'll let me."

there was a long pause as her words hung in the air, neither of you sure where to go from here. you didn't know if this was a good idea—to forgive her so easily, but the sincerity in her voice made you realize how much she regretted what happened. and while things might not be perfect, you still cared about her, still wanted her in your life. so maybe it was time for a fresh start, a clean slate, a new beginning.

finally, you took a deep breath and looked up at her. "okay."

jimin blinked at your response, her lips parting slightly as if she couldn't believe what she'd just heard. her shoulders dropped, the tension in her frame loosening. "okay?" she echoed, her voice small, like she was afraid she'd misheard.

you nodded. "okay," you repeated, a little more firmly this time. "but if we're going to do this, we need to be honest with each other. no more avoiding conversations or brushing things under the rug. if something's wrong, we talk about it."

her lips trembled as a small, tentative smile began to form. "i can do that," she said softly, nodding in agreement.

the corners of your lips lifted up slightly, "good."

you glanced at the gift bag sitting on the bed, your curiosity finally getting the better of you. "what's in the bag?"

"oh," jimin said, her cheeks coloring slightly. she reached up to cover her smile, the same habit she always had when she was embarrassed. you had missed seeing her blush. "it's… nothing fancy. just something i saw and thought you might like."

you smiled, taking the gift bag from the edge of the bed and sitting down. she watched as you slowly unwrapped the box, your fingers brushing the tissue paper aside before revealing the sight of the scarf—it was the same scarf you'd eyed that day in korea, the one you almost bought but had put back when you realized it was too warm for it.

you glanced up at jimin, who was watching you nervously, her hands fidgeting in front of her. "you remembered?" you asked, almost in disbelief.

she nodded, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. "yeah. i saw it again, and it just… reminded me of you."

you ran your fingers over the fabric, your gaze softening as you took in the familiar pattern. it was such a simple thing, yet the thought that she had remembered, that she had kept this in mind all this time, meant more to you than she could ever know.

you looked up at her again, giving her a small smile. "thank you."

jimin let out a quiet sigh, her shoulders relaxing slightly. she had been worried that her gift wouldn't be good enough, that it would just make you upset, but the look on your face made her feel more relieved than she had in months.

"you're welcome," she murmured, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

you gently folded the scarf, setting it beside you on the bed, and then stood up, walking over to where jimin was still standing, unsure and still somewhat guarded. without thinking, you reached for her hand, the touch feeling natural despite everything that had passed between you.

she froze for a moment, but then her fingers curled around yours, and you felt the last of the walls between you both crumble, just a little.

"i don't want to keep doing this," you said quietly, looking down at the way your hands were intertwined. "the back and forth. the hurt. i know we can't erase everything, but i just want to move forward with you."

she swallowed, nodding her head slowly. "me too," she murmured.

you met her gaze, your eyes softening at the hopefulness reflected back at you. the truth was, neither of you even had the luxury of holding a grudge against each other. as much as the missed calls and broken plans stung, there was never enough time to stay mad. your schedules barely aligned as it was—days slipping by in a blur of rehearsals, recordings, flights, and appearances. if you wasted the rare moments you did get together on anger, what would even be left?

being face-to-face again, finally, felt like something fragile, something borrowed. holding onto resentment would only make it slip through your fingers faster. so you let it go, squeezing her hand as you pulled her into your arms, letting out a soft sigh as she melted against you.

"i missed you," she mumbled into your shoulder.

"i missed you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

for a long moment, neither of you moved. the weight of your bodies against one another was so familiar, so comforting, that it almost didn't feel real. but it was—it was real, and you could feel it, the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in and out, the warmth radiating from her skin, the gentle touch of her fingers against your back.

jimin closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the embrace. "i got the roses you sent to my dorm. you didn't have to do that."

you let out a soft laugh, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. you had sent her roses a couple of days after the release of "up," the day after your birthday that she had yet to acknowledge, but you just couldn’t let it go, couldn’t let the milestone pass without some gesture. you weren’t even sure if she knew it was your birthday or if she had been too busy to acknowledge it. regardless, the roses were a nice touch.

"i wanted to," you replied, giving her hand another squeeze before letting go. "i also saw you in seoul."

she tilted her head to the side, raising an eyebrow at you. "what?"

"i flew in to see your performance," you clarified, sitting back down on the bed. she stood a few feet away from you, still a bit hesitant about being in your personal space. "you were amazing, by the way."

her mouth fell open as she stared at you, trying to process what she had just heard. "you… you were there? i didn't—"

you laughed softly, shaking your head. "i didn't want you to know i was there. i just wanted to see you perform."

you had sent her the flowers despite the distance between you two, skipped out on the vmas to be at her performance, and you never said anything. she had no idea how much effort you'd put in, how many strings you'd pulled just to be there.

"oh," she breathed out, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. she covered her face with her hands, groaning softly as she turned away from you. "why didn't you tell me?"

you laughed softly, leaning back on the bed as you watched her reaction. "it was a surprise."

jimin looked over at you, her hands falling to her sides as she let out a soft sigh. she was still embarrassed that you'd gone through all this trouble just to see her, but she couldn't deny that it felt good to know that you'd been there, that you were still thinking of her.

"so… you don't hate me?" she asked tentatively, her voice soft and unsure.

you shook your head, smiling at her. "no, i don't hate you."

jimin nodded slowly, processing your words. she still felt guilty for everything that had happened, but knowing that you didn't hate her made it a little easier to breathe. her eyes drifted to the scarf folded on the bed, and she bit her lip before looking back at you. "i don't know… my gift feels like it doesn't even come close to being enough now, to make up for everything i did."

"what? no," you said, shaking your head firmly. "the scarf is more than enough." you picked the scarf up, giving it a little flourish as you posed dramatically with it for a moment, "i'll be wearing this everywhere i go, proudly."

she let out a laugh, rolling her eyes playfully at your antics. "well, good. but still… i feel bad."

you watched her for a second, thinking about it before a mischievous grin slowly crept up on your face. "i mean, if you really want to do something…that’ll definitely make me feel better," you let out a few snickers under your breath.

"what?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at you curiously.

you let out a couple more giggles, trying to keep a straight face but failing. "um… i dare you to—"

"so, it's like… a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without the jelly—but pickles." you explained, trying your hardest not to fall asleep at the feeling of jimin's hands massaging your scalp as you laid between her legs, "—and don't forget salt and pepper," you added, shifting slightly, your cheek pressing against her thigh.

jimin hummed in response, and you started rambling again. she wasn't paying much attention, too focused on the soothing sensation of your head in her lap. it had been so long since the two of you had been alone together like this.

sure, the circumstances weren't the best, but she'd missed you so much that she didn't care. she was just glad to have the opportunity to be near you again.

her hands moved down front of your shoulders, gently rubbing the muscles there. she loved the sound of your voice, the way you laughed, and how your smile lit up the room. she had missed everything about you.

"so, what do you think?" you asked, peeking up at her.

she blinked, looking down at you with an apologetic smile. "i'm sorry, what did you say?"

you rolled your eyes playfully, looking up to meet her gaze, a small smile on your face. "you weren't listening."

"no, i wasn't," she admitted sheepishly. "i'm sorry. i got distracted." how could she not when you were looking at her like that, with those pretty eyes and beautiful smile?

you let out a small huff, trying to feign annoyance, but the smile pulling at the corners of your lips gave you away. shifting onto your stomach, you propped your hands on her thighs and rested your chin on her right thigh, looking up at her with a playful glint in your eyes. "can't even get my girlfriend to listen to me talk."

girlfriend.

jimin's heart skipped a beat. it was the first time you'd said it out loud—the first time either of you had acknowledged, in so many words, what you were to each other. the title felt unfamiliar, but familiar at the same time. it was something she'd wanted to say to you for a long time, but was too scared to, too afraid that things would go wrong and she would lose you.

"girlfriend?" she repeated, arching a brow as her lips curled into a teasing smile.

your grin widened, playful and sure. "mm-hm. what? you're not my girlfriend? guess i must've made up all those dates we went on and—"

jimin cut you off with a squeal and a playful shove, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "okay, okay," she laughed, running her fingers through your hair again. "i guess you can call me your girlfriend," jimin said with a mock sigh, rolling her eyes in a playful manner.

you grinned at the sound, happy to hear her laugh. she had a beautiful laugh. "well, i'm glad i have your permission." you muttered, pressing a kiss against the inside thigh of her leg.

she let out a content sigh, "y/n," she warned, her cheeks growing hot and her legs unintentionally squeezing together. you chuckled at her reaction, enjoying the way she responded to your touch.

"what?" you asked, pressing another kiss against her thigh. "am i distracting you again?"

"no," she said a little too quickly. her hands paused, lingering at the base of your neck before moving down to your shoulders. "i just don't think this is the right time for… that."

"why not?" you asked, looking up at her curiously. "it's my birthday; i should get what i want, yeah?"

she bit her lip, trying to hold back her laughter. "that's not how birthdays work," she teased, her hand moving down to cup your cheek.

you pouted at the touch, your lips jutting out cutely. too cutely, because it made jimin's voice of reason fade away, replaced by a desire to lean in and kiss you right then and there. "but i want to," you said, turning to press a kiss against her palm.

jimin bit her lip, trying not to show how much the simple action affected her. you were being so affectionate and forward, and it was making her head spin. she knew it was only because you were tired, but she couldn't deny that she liked it—a lot.

"y/n…" she breathed, her hand still cupping your cheek. she was conflicted, and her mind was racing. on the one hand, she knew you were probably exhausted and needed to rest. on the other hand, well, she really liked that idea of celebrating your birthday together.

you sat up slowly, kneeling between her legs, and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "please?" you asked, leaning closer and kissing the corner of her mouth. "i promise i won't keep you up too late," you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur.

she sighed softly, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she opened them again, looking at you with a soft, teasing smile. "okay, fine," she finally relented, her smile growing wider.

"so, is that a yes?" you asked, tilting your head to the side as you tried not to smile too widely.

"yes," she said, wrapping her arms around your neck. "happy belated birthday, y/n."

you leaned in, brushing your lips against hers and whispering, "thank you, baby," before closing the gap between you and kissing her deeply.

she gasped into the kiss, her body melting against yours as she returned the gesture. her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as her lips moved against yours, soft and pliant and perfect. she moaned softly when you tugged her bottom lip between your teeth, her grip tightening on your hair.

the two of you pulled apart slowly, a soft smile playing on your lips. "thank you," you repeated, placing a quick kiss against her nose. "for being here."

"of course," she murmured, her fingers tracing the curve of your cheekbones.

you kissed her again, unable to stop yourself, the taste of her lingering on your lips. your hands trailing from her neck, down to the curve of her waist, and then to the soft flesh of her thighs, your thumbs gently tracing circles over the skin there.

she shivered at the contact, her hands tangling in your hair once more. "y/n," she said quietly, a slight whine in her voice.

"what is it, baby?" you asked, grinning at the way she blushed when you called her that.

"you're teasing," she complained, biting her lip and tugging lightly on your hair.

"i'm not teasing," you insisted, your hands sliding underneath her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin against your fingertips.

she couldn't help but arch her back slightly, pressing herself firmer against you.

you smirked, leaning down and capturing her lips in another searing kiss, her lips parting for you, giving you access to the sweet taste of her mouth.

your fingers found the waistband of her shorts, and you broke away from her lips, tugging them off her hips and tossing them to the floor along with the rest of her clothes.

you moved back up, pressing a trail of soft kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and across her collarbones. you loved the sounds she made as your lips moved lower, down her chest, across her stomach, and finally to the inside of her thighs.

"wait," she gasped, her voice coming out breathless.

"what?" you asked, pulling back, looking up at her, and blinking innocently.

she shook her head, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "nothing, just… it's your birthday. shouldn't i be the one making you feel good?"

"who says this isn't going to make me feel good?" you asked, pressing a kiss against her hip bone.

she bit her lip, her cheeks growing warmer. "still," she protested weakly, her fingers carding through your hair. she wanted to be the one to please you, to make up for her actions in a way that didn't involve words. she wanted to show you how much she cared, how much she meant it when she said she wanted to do better.

"just relax, okay?" you murmured, pressing another kiss against her hip before lowering yourself onto the bed and settling between her legs. "let me take care of you."

she whimpered softly at the sight of you nestled between her thighs, the way you were looking at her making her feel weak. she nodded, giving you permission. you smiled, pressing a soft kiss against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before gently spreading her open, admiring the way her slick coated her inner thighs.

"look at you," you whispered, running a finger through her folds. "you're so wet for me."

she let out a soft moan at the feeling of your touch, biting down harshly on her lower lip to stifle the sound. you couldn't help but smile, enjoying the effect you had on her. she looked absolutely gorgeous, her skin flushed pink, her eyes heavy with desire, her hair falling messily around her face.

"fuck," she moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly as you dragged your tongue through her slit, tasting her arousal.

you hummed in approval, taking in the way she tasted, sweet and a little tangy. it had been a long time since you'd had the chance to do this, and you couldn't get enough of the way she squirmed under your touch, her thighs clenching around your head as her fingers twisted in the sheets.

"you're so beautiful like this," you murmured, looking up at her from between her thighs, your fingers slowly working their way inside her. "i love seeing you like this."

she let out a choked cry, her head thrown back against the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut. "y/n," she whispered, her hips rocking against your hand.

you gave an approving hum, before your mouth closed around her clit, sucking gently while your fingers continued to move inside her, curling and stroking her walls.

she let out a strangled moan, barely able to form words. all she could do was squirm and gasp, her body arching towards yours, her thighs clenching around your head.

you could tell she was close, her body tensing, her breaths coming out in short gasps. you wanted to draw this out, to tease her a bit longer, but the look on her face told you that she was too far gone.

you pressed another kiss against her clit before moving back up her body, her face immediately buried into the crook of her neck. "i've got you," you whispered, your fingers continuing to thrust inside her.

her hands found the back of your neck, pulling you down for a messy, desperate kiss. "i'm close," she murmured, her lips brushing against yours.

"i know, baby," you replied, nipping at her earlobe and making her shudder.

her nails dug into the back of your neck, leaving little crescent-shaped marks on your skin. her whole body shook as she came, her hips grinding against your hand, her walls clenching around your fingers, her cries muffled against the skin of your neck.

you stroked her through her orgasm, easing her down slowly until her body finally relaxed. she was still breathing heavily, her chest heaving, her eyes half-lidded. she looked gorgeous, completely spent and blissed out.

you held her close, your body pressed against hers, your fingers gently running through her hair. she was nestled against your chest, her breathing gradually returning to normal. she was quiet, but you could feel the contentment radiating off her in waves.

you pressed a soft kiss against her forehead, murmuring, "you okay?"

"mhm," she mumbled sleepily, her eyes fluttering shut.

"sleepy?" you asked, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

she hummed in response, already half-asleep.

"i'll take that as a yes," you chuckled quietly, pressing a final kiss against her temple.

you stayed like that for a while, the two of you tangled up together, the sound of her soft snores filling the air. you smiled to yourself, holding her a little closer, and letting the events of the day catch up to you.

it wasn't perfect—there was still a lot left unsaid, and the wounds from the past were still fresh—but it was a start, and that was all you needed.

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[insidefantasy]

@oracle-venus gentle hands play with the strands of the others hair, braiding them gently in between her fingers. "is this alright, anne? i heard that having somebody play with your hair can be quite relaxing." mariette's voice is quiet as she speaks, an excited smile worn upon the brunette's face. she had been spending much too much time with ominis and sebastian lately, to the point where at times she almost forgot the joys of having time with other girls. "if it bothers you at all, you can let me know. sometimes i get ahead of myself and i wouldn't want to overwhelm you."

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[amosdeleon]

closed starter for @axelhughes

location: wrightville beach

"You know, we need to stop hanging out at the same places if we're gonna keep acting like we hate each other." Amos called out to Axel as he, somehow, found himself in front of the other man again without having planned it. This time at the beach, with a volleyball under his arms. "I hear congratulations are in order though. Good for you, man. I'm glad you finally got your head out of your ass."

[orangeshinigami]

🍓 @riceball-galore | plotted.

He hadn't been sleeping well, hadn't been able to pay attention while at school lately-- Not when there seemed to be a war going on inside of him. Was he turning into one of the very monsters he'd often fight? If so, that meant he would become a threat to those around him, to those he loved. That was unnaceptable, until he found a way to stop what was happening to him, to control the hollow within himself, he would have to keep a certain distance from his family and friends.

Obviously, that would be no easy thing.

He blinked a few times, Orihime's voice breaking him out of his thoughts-- Their last class for the day had just ended and she'd come up to him talking about the art project they had been assigned, and he thought he'd heard her ask if he already had a partner for that but maybe he'd heard it wrong, since the worries troubling him had kept him from giving her his full attention.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that-- what did you say?"

[causenessus]

hi ness, i hope u’ve been doing alright !! i haven’t been super active lately so i wanted to check in ^^ i just want to remind u to take breaks when u need them and to place your health at the top of your priorities. ur so well loved, and i hope you can treat yourself with the same degree of love <33 my messages are always open for u !!

THANK YOU SO MUCH RYE :((( I WAS THINKING ABOUT YOU LAST NIGHT WHILE MAKING MY MATCHA BC I FELT LIKE I HADN'T HEARD FROM YOU IN A BIT!! AND I WANTED TO ASK IF YOU EVER BOUGHT YOURSELF NEW MATCHA!! BC I REMEMBER YOU HAD THAT LIKE REWARD TO DO LIST <3 i hope you got more matcha!! and thank you so so much for the reminder i truly very much appreciate it and needed to hear that <3 please take breaks for yourself and take care of yourself!! you're literally going to make me cry and i'm keeping this ask forever and almost didn't want to respond but i needed to tell you thank you and to please love yourself as well!!! take breaks <3 please don't lock yourself up in rooms trying to get all your work done like all of your lovely y/ns (/lh) and i appreciate you so much rye!! please know my dms are always open to you <3 you deserve the world and i would get it for you if you wanted it <3

[acevedohadid]

closed starter for @kashvisaxena

location: read it n' weep

"I'll be honest," Dario started with furrowed eyebrows. For someone that lived all over the place because of the nature of his life and decisions, he did like to live his boldness and honesty. "This would be like my first long term gig in a while, so I'm a little rusty but if you give me specific notes and you promise to keep it as a part-time job, I'll take it." Rio said as he looked around. "I'm incredibly organized, I've already imagine ten different ways to show off some of your books." He admitted with a boyish grin as he turned to look back at the woman.

[settinqsuns]

@deaths3ye liked for a starter & got August as a result !

August has never been to this nightclub before, but he was in search of something special- or more like someone special. he'd heard through the grapevine ( aka the souls that are attached to him ) that death lurks around these parts and he was curious to meet him in all their glory. he didn't have anything he particularly needed from them, but it would be interesting to see if he'd let him see him. entering the establishment, Augustus makes his way to the bar and slips into it, ordering a drink. well, he may as well make himself comfortable while he waits. knowing his luck, he wouldn't arrive on time -or at all- but either way, it gave him time to relax and have a drink. he doesn't get to sit down and enjoy one very often.

after about twenty minutes of waiting and after his third drink, he hears footsteps and turns his head just enough to get a look at him. he recognizes death the moment he sees him, though he couldn't tell you why that is- it might have something to do with his parentage. "for a second there, i didn't think you were going to show."

don't trust him, August, a voice says. he dismisses it with a grin. this'll be fun, he thinks. he's a soul keeper and here is death right in front of him. what better combination is there?

[gigiferrari]

closed for: @dilanyazici

location: fire & ice gala (after plot drop)

Old habits were almost impossible to get rid of after years of learning them. He and Dilan had been done for years now, their relationship a roller coaster of emotions that to this day, Gigi was aware he had handled rather poorly. As soon as the message from the killer ended, he was looking everywhere for those he considered friends or family, really. He called his father to check on he and Luciano and then just began calling people as he walked around the crowd to try to see who needed a ride or who was missing. It was in the midst of it all that Gigi ran straight into Dilan, his phone falling off his hand with the impact. "Oh shit. You okay?" He looked up right on time to notice it was his ex and frowned even more. "Dilan, hey. Sorry. Fuck, I was talking on the phone and didn't see you."

[kindred-spirit-93]

i forgot my birthdays next week thursday

GIVE ME ADVICE PLEASE I DONT WANNA TURN 13 *SOBS*

aw happy birfday in advance! have some cheesecake(s) :3

crying with u bbg. sadly i dont have time slowing or stopping powers (adulthood be like that fr :')) so i cant do anything to wither the passage of time. i can however make lots of dua for u <3

ill be chilling here for a long time to come lol ur always welcome to drop by for some tea and molokhiyeh and other shenanigans :D

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my advice is to really stop and take of yourself when you need it & never apologise for it. 13 was my least favorite chapter of life so far so take it from me lol; your well being is extremely important and doing the things you like will keep u sane and safe inshallah

find a balance between studies and family life (if applicable lol both can be overwhelming sometimes ik) and sleep well. sleep. sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. no all nighters or im personally travelling w my shibshib to bonk u on the head. sleep deprivation is the freakin worst im still recovering 3 year later from the damage i inflicted on myself lol in uni.

on that note pls minimise (or ditch altogether) energy drinks and coffee. idk what the kids are up to these days and whats cool or whatever, but i implore u to not go anywhere near them at least till u graduate (coffee is inevitable ik its a big part of the culture, but energy drinks pls never ever its not cool i promise).

drink water!! idk how my kidneys are still functioning lol, they deserve nobel peace prizes fr. drink as much liquids as u can (esp during the summer) and lots of water. no tea and juice dont count (sadly)

cant emphasise enough how much الصحبة الصالحة (good companionship) makes a world of difference and takes so much weight off ur shoulders. peer pressure is awful and really messed me up in hs so if u can find some good friends stick with them and help each other out. its really rewarding to have people who got ur back yk?

and if if if god forbid everyone sucks (it can happen) being alone as hard as it can be will ultimately be much better for ur mental health and peace of mind than any fake friendships could ever hope to be.

but worry not there is still lots to enjoy in life, esp the little things like flowers on the side walk or a nice cool breeze or a big glass of fresh mango juice lol. a kitty in the corner shop, someones smile, a new book u started, cool rocks u found in the park, and so much more.

being up to date with the news and keeping vigilant is important yes but so is ur mental health. take breaks when u need it. dont forget to boycott stuff and stick to local/ alternative products

ramadan kareem in advance too lol! wishing u and ur family all the best, lots of qatayef and barakah inshallah as well XD

thats all i can think of for now lol if i remember stuff ill add :3

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also also, read somewhere that ibuprofen is a girls best friend lol: having a lil first aid/ essentials kit for ur school bag is great; plasters (band aids), pads, paracetamol (bc u can take it on an empty stomach not ibuprofen tho) was my go to, as well as pocket tissues (allergies amirite) and a packet of wipes bc things can get sticky lol. emergency snack(s) was the most important part lol. usually a piece of chocolate or something small and quiet i could smuggle under my desk XD

first aid tip: if u ever feel light headed have some dates on hand (like in a smol tupperware or sum) and nibble on it; the sugar elevates blood glucose and keeps u alert till u can get help. drink water pls

go kick ass bestie and make the most of it <3

[briggster]

closed for @becflores

location: fire & ice gala

"Okay, but...do you know any of these people?" Briggs asked out loud to no one in particular, but also to anyone that was around him and willing to talk about nonsense. "I've lived here almost my entire life and I don't know where they came from. No wonder they hate us. I'd rather stick to my leather jacket and my loud bar with people I know, you know?"

[ragnars-tooth]

One of my big compulsions is taking a fuck ton of screenshots Just In Case a piece of information is important in like 4 years and I can't remember it (sometimes the information is an instagram post that I might not remember later and of course needs to be recorded everywhere (I will Not be looking at that again)) so today is my transfer 16000 images off my phone admin day (woo)

Like yeah I never looked at any of them and they were completely irrelevant to my daily life, But what if I need them ✨️ later ✨️ (you'll see that the idea of Later is doing a lot of heavy lifting here) OR what if there's a vital piece of information in the mix somewhere that I'll lose forever if I delete them? So: onto the external hard drive they go

This is one of those cases where. Yeah. Ideally I wouldn't take 16000 screenshots in half a year. And YEAH ideally I'd just delete them and not transfer them somewhere else to never look at again. BUT at least I get a clean slate and I can maybe not mindlessly save everything for 2 seconds. It's like. Small wins? Progress. Yknow.

[amosdeleon]

closed starter for @jemmaxlawson

location: ordinary tea shop

Tea shops weren't Amos' cup of tea, no pun intended. But seeing as his entire life had been turned upside down, Amos was looking for different things to keep him calm these days. Although he was supportive of Kian and his sisters, like Jemma, this was the first time that he'd stepped into the establishment since its opening and he was genuinely hoping it'd be Jemma behind the counter. They weren't incredibly close but as Kian's sister, Amos saw her as a little sister. He wasn't in the mood to really deal with anyone that wasn't family these days, so his smile actually showed up when he walked in and saw the youngest Lawson at the counter. "Jemma! Long time no see. Wow, this place is pretty busy."

[indomiinus]

@skullkxd

Being in Alola was usually a pretty relaxing time. Friendly people, great food, fun battles! It was always a good time.

Unfortunately, this time wasn't a vacation. It was purely business (much to Leon's dismay). Rose had him on a pretty tight leash, and he was officially restricted from battling outside of any league sanctioned setting. Leon, thankfully though, had managed to sweet talk Rose into letting him have some free time and sightsee a little.

And one of those sights was a small and friendly battle. The battlers had a lot of spunk, and energy, and Leon was always excited to see that kind of fighting spirit in people. He hadn't seen the majority of the fight though, approaching toward the end of it.

He and his Mr. Rime, Reginald, stuck around after the fight, Reginald folding up the map he was holding while Leon, with a broad grin on his face, hurried over to the battler that had lingered after the fight.

"Whoa-- That fight was amazing! You and your Pokemon are real firecrackers!" Leon exclaimed happily, gold eyes bright with almost childish delight. "I only caught the tail-end of it, but that was something else!"

[theforsakvn]

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"The last time this happened, we were better prepared."