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fairyofshampgyu · 4 months ago

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Now live ! stream: 8

Genre: camboy au, college au, smut, crack, ongoing series

Paring: : camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)

Warnings: sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, forced concentration (is that a thing lol?) anyway he’s forced to read little red riding hood whilst given a hand job lmfaoo, blowjob, riding, use of petnames puppy, baby, creampie, degrading, edging, nipple clamps, nipple play, cockwarming

Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he goes to the same uni as you, is even in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

Word count: 4.3k

“Go on. Keep reading, puppy.”

You watched beomgyu in amusement as he struggled to focus, the hand that held his phone trembling as he tried to read aloud the text on the screen but failing to do so with the way your hand pumped his cock.

You had told beomgyu if he was able to focus and read the passage of text until the end, then he’d be able to cum, but so far it was beginning to seem like a very challenging task for him.

Beomgyu sat on the edge of the bed, bathed in the soft glow of his fairy lights strung across his bed frame, the pink and white stripes of his signature thigh-highs adorning his legs, and his hello kitty belly button piercing gleaming in the dim light of the room. You were perched beside him, your hand leisurely wrapped around his cock, moving with a deliberate slowness that made his breath hitch every few seconds.

"Once upon a time," Beomgyu tries again, but his voice wavers as your thumb brushes over his sensitive tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum that gathered there. "There...there was a girl with a red cloak..."

You quicken the pace on his cock, hand still jerking him off and moving up and down on his length, hearing the sounds of tips flowing in from the stream.

Beomgyu bites his lip, his breath ragged. "A-as she was going through the w-woods, she met -ah- a wolf..." He stutters, his voice cracking with each stroke of your hand. He tries to focus, but every touch, every twist of your wrist, sends him spiraling. He’s fighting a losing battle, and you can see it in the way his eyes glaze over, unable to stay on the text.

He was so pretty like this, you thought. His skin was even more flushed than usual, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his brow. The way his lips quivered, the soft whimpers that escaped his mouth—it was mesmerising. Beomgyu’s long lashes fluttered as he struggled to maintain control, his body betraying him with every movement of your hand on his cock.

@luvsubbyboys333: he looks so cute trying to concentrate! >_<

@angelsno1fan: he can't even finish a sentence haha aww

@live4angel: mess with him even more!

You can’t help but grin at the flood of comments, agreeing with them. He does look very cute when he's trying to focus. You're surprised he's even lasted this long and not made a fit about it. He gets so dumb and lost in pleasure whenever you touch him, you're quite amazed he hasn't even completely abandoned reading yet.

"Keep going, angel.” You coax, voice low and teasing as your thumb swipes over the head of his cock again, leaning in to nibble at the shell of his cute pink ear, breath warm against his skin, drawing out another helpless shiver and whimper from him.

To be honest, you’re a little disappointed. You had expected him to crumble and give up within seconds, looking at you with his sorrowful puppy eyes so you feel sorry for him and decide to call it quits. You liked seeing beomgyu plead and struggle and whilst it was clear he was struggling to focus with you jerking him off, it wasn’t quite enough. You wanted to see him become a desperate, needy mess for you and watch him beg. You weren’t satisfied yet and you knew the viewers weren’t either.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you lean down and get on your knees in front of him, spreading his legs and positioning your head between them. His breath hitches and he gasps, eyes widening, realising what you had in store for him and knowing he wouldn’t be able to last at all. He was such a sucker for whenever you sucked him off, losing himself entirely, his mind going blissfully blank. You’d made him go cross-eyed more times than you could count.

When you finally take him into your mouth, Beomgyu’s back arches off the bed almost instantly, a guttural moan tearing from his throat. His hands flying to the sheets, gripping them tightly as he tries to keep reading, but the words were lost on his tongue.

He tries, valiantly, to continue, but every word that left his lips are punctuated by stuttered breaths and choked moans, tumbling out in a messy, incoherent stream. "W-what big teeth you have said—oh god—little red riding hood. She..was...was…" His grip on the phone tightens, knuckles white. Beomgyu chokes on his breath as you hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper. “The wolf—oh—said—f-fuck…”

You bob your head back and forth on his cock continuously, occasionally flicking your tongue over his sensitive tip and also the veins on the side, one hand gripping the flesh of his thighs and the other stroking the base of his dick and fondling with his nearly swollen balls, making him desperately moan even more.

Beomgyu’s attempts to keep reading are laughably futile by now, passage long forgotten as his eyes flutter shut, brows knitted cutely and his mouth hanging wide open, words dissolved into a chorus of moans and desperate little noises that drive the chat and yourself wild. His hand reaches out blindly, grasping at the air before settling on your hair, tangling his fingers trying to hold on to some semblance of control.

Beomgyu’s gaze is constantly flickering between the screen on his phone and also you, torn between the words he’s supposed to be reading and the sight of you with your lips wrapped around his cock. But he can’t even pretend to focus when the only thing on his mind is the way you look, sucking him off and looking up at him and the way your wet and warm mouth feels.

“You’re so pretty... so fucking prettyyyy,” Beomgyu whines needily, looking down at you with half lidded eyes, pitiful sounds escaping him. He can’t help it.

For some reason it makes your heart flutter. He barely manages to say anything whenever you fuck him, either whining or moaning and you’ve never heard him say anything like that to you before. But he’s just so out of it, he’s saying anything.

Ah, please...can’t read anymore.” Beomgyu whimpers and pleads at you, pouting.

@313angelluvr: Look at him, so pretty and hot 💓💓

@dom_23: Make him read it all, don't let him stop!

The rest of the viewers seem to agree, spamming the chat with similar demands.

You grin, taking a moment to glance at the screen. "They want you to keep going, baby. You can't stop now."

Beomgyu let’s out a slightly bratty, frustrated whine, furrowing his brows and bottom lip jutting out, but he reluctantly goes back to looking at the passage on his phone and trying to continue. You quicken your pace just to tease him more. You know he’s be on the edge any second.

“I’m gonna—oh god, I can’t—please, I need to cum,” he babbles, his voice high and strained and worried. “I can’t finish! I can’t focus! I’m gonna—”

But you pull back just before he cums, pulling off him with soft, wet pop and beomgyu lets out a pained, frustrated cry, his hips jerking up into the air in a desperate attempt to chase the sensation. You glance up at him, his flushed face, his half-lidded eyes glassy with tears of frustration, his lips parted as he gasps for breath. It’s a sight that sends a thrill through you.

You wrap your lips around his pretty cock again, starting all over and he attempts to read aloud again, hiccuping and lips trembling forever in a pout and sulky, still remnants of tears in his brown eyes. What a poor baby.

Soon enough, he’s pleading again, practically crying. “F-fuck-” His eyes roll back. “I-I really can’t pleaseee-”

"Yes you can," you murmur, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze and stroke his thigh softly. "Don’t disappoint your fans. You’re doing so well, puppy.” He only a had a few sentences left until he was done. Beomgyu looks down at you and nods, trying to comply.

At last, after the last few painfully anticipated minutes of waiting for him to say out loud the last sentence of which he struggled greatly with, he was done with the passage on his phone.

"Does our Angel want to cum?" His eyes snap open, wide and pleading, and he nods frantically.

Finally, you take pity on him, increasing the speed of you sucking and stroking him. Beomgyu’s cries reach a fever pitch, his body shaking on the brink. Reaching one hand up his tummy and waist to brush over his nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between your fingers, beomgyu lets out a strangled moan, his voice high and needy and it tips him over the edge completely. You pop off him, watching him toss his head back and make a pretty mess all on himself, cumming so much, thick ropes of white all on his tummy and thighs,completely milking him.

The chat explodes with praise and tips but beomgyu barely registers anything, panting deliriously and chest heaving as he comes down from his high as you switch the stream off.

"You did so good," you murmur, leaning in to brush a kiss against his sweat-dampened forehead. Beomgyu clings to you, moaning in response, his hands roaming over your body as if he can’t get enough. His lips find yours, pressing against them with a fervor that catches you off guard. For a moment, you lose yourself in his pretty lips and the insistent way his fingers dig into your skin, but then you pull away, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you glance at the time on your phone. "I’ve got to go," you say, smoothing down your clothes.

Beomgyu’s expression falters when you pull away from him, frowning. “Why…?"

“I’m just meeting up with a friend soon.” You shrug.

“Who?” Beomgyu’s brows knit together in confusion.

“Just this guy I met in the music practice rooms.” You don’t know why you have to explain who you’re meeting up with to beomgyu.

“Oh, cool. Have fun.” You can’t help but notice the subtle tightening of his jaw when you say that. Or maybe you’re looking too much into it.

You nod, though there’s a strange heaviness settling in your chest. It’s not like you and Beomgyu are together, you’re only fucking him for money. But for some reason you feel guilty and you don’t know why.

It seemed that haechan was always in the music practice rooms whenever you were, bumping into him and his cello more often times than not. Your paths crossed so often in the halls of the music rooms that small talk had become a routine—casual chats about classes, music, and the occasional complaint about assignments. Eventually, the idea of grabbing coffee together seemed like a natural progression, so here you were, seated in a cozy little café near campus, getting to know each other better.

You didn’t mind haechan’s presence and you were happy to have made another friend, though he seemed quite reserved sometimes, there was a lot more to learn about him.

Haechan stirred his cappuccino thoughtfully before speaking, “So, you study music, right?”

“Yep.” You nod enthusiastically, taking a sip of your own drink.

Haechan nods and smiles, raising a brow. “Well, what do you want to do with it?”

The dreaded question. You sigh and lean back in your chair, considering his question. “Probably go into teaching. I’ve always wanted to be a composer, but I doubt that would happen.” You reply and shrug. You notice his cello case propped up beside his chair and you nod at it. “You’re really dedicated, huh? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your cello. Why don't you study music?”

He chuckles softly, eyes crinkling at the corners as he lifts his cup to his lips. "I thought about it but my career options were better without it. It's more of a hobby. I study Business."

“But why did you quit the orchestra? I’ve heard you play—you’re really talented.” You ask him.

“I prefer playing alone.” Haechan shifts slightly uncomfortably in his seat. There's a moment of silence before he asks. “I've seen you hanging a lot with beomgyu. Are you dating him? Because, you know, he's got quite the reputation. Everyone knows he’s a fuckboy. You wouldn’t really want to date him.”

“What? No! We’re just friends.” A flash of irritation spikes through you. “And those are just rumors,” you insist, more defensively than you intended. “Someone started them, but it’s not true. He really isn’t like that at all.”

It really did frustrate you now every time you’d hear people whispering and talking about beomgyu on campus and in class, calling him a sleazy man whore and a slut and making up so much bullshit about him to entertain each other. You admit, you were one of those people before, thinking he was a fuckboy, but as you had grown closer and closer to beomgyu, you’d got to learn he was many things and so much more than what people liked to think he is. And you were surprised Haechan was quick to judge him too. It didn’t seem like his character.

“Yeah. He’s really not what people say. He’s sweet and funny and a good friend.” You don’t know why you felt the need to defend beomgyu so much to him.

For a moment, Haechan just watches you, his expression unreadable. Then, he lifts his coffee cup and sips again, “If you say so,” he murmurs.

The original plan was for you, taehyun, kai and beomgyu to bake cookies together. But with taehyun and kai suddenly swamped with studying for an upcoming exam, it was just you and beomgyu left to tacke it alone, the ones not so particularly skilled at baking, or mostly anything in the kitchen. You had initially intended to just watch taehyun handle the actual baking since he was really the only one who was good at it, while you all snuck tastes of the cookie dough when he wasn’t looking. Now, you were realising just how much you and beomgyu were in over your heads.

“Alright, so we need eggs, flour, sugar, bicarbonate soda…” Beomgyu reads from the recipe taehyun had scrawled on a piece of paper for you both, his voice filled with feigned confidence as he rummages through the cabinets and sets the ingredients on the counter. His brows furrow in concentration, and you can't help but think it was funny and also endearing at how serious he seemed.

"Okay, 120 grams of sugar.” Beomgyu reads, he glances up, expecting you to take action.

You fold your arms, narrowing your eyes, not really liking how he’s just ordering you to do it all. “Have you ever even made cookies before?”

Beomgyu puffs his chest out dramatically, as if wounded by your question. “Of course I have! Once for Mother’s Day... With my older brother... Years ago.” His voice trails off sheepishly. “Okay, maybe I watched him do it. But still.”

You cock an eyebrow at him, arms still crossed and standing.

Beomgyu grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief, shrugging. “Okay but how hard can it be? We just follow the recipe.”

Famous last words, you think, but you’re too amused by his enthusiasm to protest. You begin measuring out ingredients, and it doesn’t take long for chaos to arise. Beomgyu somehow manages to crack an egg with a little too much enthusiasm, splattering egg white all over the counter—and himself. It really was quite challenging following out a recipe.

You’re not entirely sure who initiated it, probably beomgyu, but a flour fight ensues as well, both of you laughing and running around the the mess of a kitchen, throwing fist balls of flour at each other.

He finally corners you against the counter, his arms around your waist as he looks into your eyes, not entirely sure if your heart was beating so fast because of how much running you’ve done or something else. “Okay, truce?” Beomgyu asks, a stupid grin tugging at his lips, softly brushing a strand of hair out your face with his flour covered hand, eyes gazing at you and down at your lips.

But you grab the bag of flour and throw it at his face one more time, making an escape.

“Hey!” He shouts after you.

You both erupt into giggles, covered head to toe in flour by the end, and it’s in that moment, as you’re doubled over with laughter together, that you feel a warm flutter in your chest. Beomgyu’s smile is so wide, one of his cheeks dimpled and his eyes crinkling at the corners, giving him whiskers.

“We seriously suck at this,” you snort, wiping flour from your face. “Taehyun is going to be so disappointed in us.”

“Let’s call him,” Beomgyu suggests, fishing his phone out of his floury pocket and facetiming taehyun. When taehyun’s face appears on screen, he takes one look at you both and groans.

“What the hell did you guys do?!!” Taehyun asks, exasperated but clearly amused. Behind him, huening kai is already screeching and dying in laughter.

“We’re baking, obviously,” Beomgyu says, turning the phone to show the mess on the counter and the bowl.

“Did you even follow the recipe?!” Taehyun sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as huening kai still giggles behind, tears in his eyes.

Beomgyu glances at the half-folded piece of paper on the counter, now smeared with butter and flour. “...Sort of?”

With Taehyun’s guidance, you somehow manage to salvage the cookie dough and get it onto the baking sheet. Beomgyu proudly shapes a few into misshapen bears, placing them on the tray with a flourish.

The cookies go into the oven, and finally you think you might be at peace, but it’s not long before, the overly sensitive fire alarm goes off, blaring loudly enough to make you both jump, sending you and beomgyu scrambling to open windows and fan the smoke with kitchen towels.

It doesn’t switch off unfortunately, and the entire building filled with college students, are forced to exit and line up outside.

“This is so embarrassing.” You groan, hiding your face in your hands as the two of you stand outside with the rest of the students, most of whom are looking annoyed or confused, grumbling about the alarm and how cold it was.

Beomgyu just laughs, sheepishly. “Clearly, baking is not our thing. Maybe we should just stick to streaming together.”

Once the all-clear is given and you’re allowed back inside, you return to find that your cookies, while not burnt to a crisp, are definitely on the overdone side. Beomgyu decides to make the best of it and carefully decorates them with icing and sprinkles, turning them into cute little bears, managing to make them look halfway decent despite their rock hard texture.

“You know what? They may be inedible, but they’re still cute,” you say, holding up your bear shaped cookie you had bitten.

Beomgyu smirks at his handiwork, a very proud look on his face as he waits for you to praise him even more.

“They’re like… really cute bricks.” You laugh, and beomgyu joins in, leaning his forehead against yours as you both dissolve into giggles.

“Maybe we can redeem ourselves on camera?” Beomgyu suggests.

Beomgyu whines underneath you, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back on the pillow, grip on your hips so tight as you continued to slide your pussy against his wet dick despite his constant pleas of actually letting him inside.

He was also wearing the pink nipple clamps, you both had newly attained with the money from the streams, his cute nipples extra flushed and perky and even more sensitive than they usually were, making touching and teasing and licking them even more entertaining than it usually was, body squirming and him moaning even prettier every time you did. The added sensation of you sliding against him and ministrations on his nipples, too much, but also not enough for him and he carried on crying and whining about it.

The viewers had also commented for you to actually just fuck him too since this had been going on for quite a long time now, beomgyu’s face dumb and fucked out, the slickness of both his precum and your wetness sliding together on him, making him go even more crazy.

“Please…even the viewers want you too…” Beomgyu pouts and whines at you, bringing his hand to reach at your wrist, pleadingly and hold onto you, but you pin his wrists down against the mattress, keeping him firmly in place. You roll your hips on him even more, bringing your mouth to his nipples to swirl at them, making him jolt and a strangled cry coming out of him. His tummy heaves intensely, watching his belly piercing go up and down as well.

“Hmm. Not yet, pretty boy. You’re so cute like this.”

He shivers, eyes fluttering shut as he bites down on his lip, trying to keep his composure. But every slow roll of your hips has him unraveling, the sweet agony of being so close yet so far from what he truly wants. “Just let me inside! Please! I just want to feel you, please, pleasee. Just wanna feel you.”

“Fine.”

He’s surprised you give in so easily, but he doesn’t seem to care all that much when you finally line up his dick with your pussy and sink slowly down on him. The feeling of your warm tight pussy making him go cross eyed for a second as he groans, mouth hung open in a sustained ‘o’ shape.

“Oh…t-thank you, thank you.” The look on his face is pure bliss, brows furrowed together.

“You can’t move.” You tell him.

“W-what?”

“You can’t move yet.” You reiterate again, leaning down to play with one of his nipples and lick at the other in the pink clamps, ghosting over it with your teeth, lightly biting at his swollen nipple, just enough to send him reeling.

“B-but!—” His back arches and he tries not to moan, but his protest his cut short.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” You grin, looking down at his cute confused expression.

“No!”

But he knows there’s not much else he can do, having to lie underneath you, dick twitching inside your pussy, aching to move his hips as you carried on teasing his tits and also kissing his neck, body trembling with the effort to obey as he practically sobs. This was torture for him.

You clamp your pussy tightly around him, just to be a bit evil, drawing a deep, guttural moan from his lips. “Please, please—can’t take it. Need it so badd. Might die.” He gasps, the words tearing from his throat as his hips jerk slightly. The way he’s clenching his jaw, trying so hard to hold back, makes something in you soften, just a bit.

He’s a gorgeous wreck, flushed and panting, his entire being consumed by the need to move. His eyes are squeezed shut, thick lashes clumped and wet with unshed tears of desperation. He’s mumbling incoherently, words blending into a string of pleas and whimpers, each one more desperate than the last.

You press a kiss to his parted lips, swallowing his next moan as you finally, finally give in and begin to move, rocking your hips against his. The relief on his face is immediate. “Thank you.” Beomgyu breathes out, his voice cracking as he starts wildly and desperately thrusting up to meet you, unable to hold back any longer. “God, thank you, thank you…”

You begin to fuck him at an unrelenting pace immediately, bouncing on his cock up and down that your pussy smacks with his balls every time you sink back down, stickiness and skin slapping noises so lewd around the room and heard very clearly by your viewers in the stream too, which both of you had mostly forgotten by now. Beomgyu can’t contain his moans at all, strings and series of loud and high pitched whines and moans leaving his mouth one after the other, seemingly getting louder every second. His hands, still pinned by yours, flex and curl, fingers itching to touch you, so you let go of them and he tightly grabs hold of your hand.

When he finally cums, it’s with a choked off scream, his whole body shuddering as he spills so much into you, that you can practically see the creamy ring between you both, yet to pull out, his grip on your hand tightening until his knuckles turn white, throwing one arm over his head. He’s still babbling, words slurring together in the haze of his orgasm, mixed in with thank yous and breathless gasps of relief.

After the stream, beomgyu looks at you rather hesitantly, as if he has something he’s itching to say to you.

“So um…you know that famous camgirl, Winter01?”

“Yeah…?” You say, unsure of where this was going. You were aware of Winter, she was a very famous camgirl within the community, one of the most popular and big ones, always gaining so many views whenever she went live.

“Well, um…she messaged me privately and asked if we were together and I said no, so she asked if only me and her could film something together since she said she sees we’ve been been getting a lot of views ourselves lately. And she said that if we collaborated together, it could do really well…” Beomgyu plays with his fingers, waiting for you to say something.

“Oh. Just you?” Beomgyu nods.

“And you’re thinking of doing it?” You don’t why something weird pools in your stomach.

“W-well, if I do, then it would be good because more people will find our account as well by doing this because she’s so big. And we’ll make a lot of money out of it…” Beomgyu looks down, not meeting your gaze.

“Well, it’s up to you if you want to.” You shrug, trying to maintain a very nonchalant expression. Although the idea of beomgyu streaming with someone else and not you makes you feel inexplainably horrible.

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A/n: I finally wrote for this series after over a year !! Everyone applause me 😭 I’m really sorry if this was just horribly written, I haven’t written for this series in a really long time and it took me so long to try and gain some motivation to so I’m very sorry if it’s disappointing 😭 also the taglist is old and if you wish to be taken out or added, please lmk ! ALSO LMAO DONT ASK WHY HES READING LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD. LET IT BE PLEASE I DIED MYSELF 😭😭 this is also not proofread

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yeoslattes · 3 months ago

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How We Live In Tokyo pt. 2

Genre: Smut, TFATF: Tokyo Drift AU!

Word Count: 7.5K

Pairing: street racer Matz!Hwa x street racer fem! reader x street racer Matz!Hongjoong

Summary: it takes Seonghwa losing you to realize how much you mean to him

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Hwa, subby!reader, toxic relationships, toxic tendencies (pls don’t take a man back if he acts like this), angsty, breakups and makeups, Hwa is kind of sweet but still an asshole, he gave her a cute nickname, Hj is lowkey after his besties ex, makeouts, fingering, ruined orgasms, Hwa mocks reader, riding, voyeurism, he fucks her in a skirt, Hwa is lowkey a cuck, cervix kisses, p in v, Hwa is a little demanding and mean, unprotected sex, subspace, some slut shaming, creampie, doggy style, reader cries during sex, slight dacriphilia, mentions of size difference, kitty slapping (just once)

Disclaimer! This is a work of fiction and does not depict Ateez as individuals

A/N: The long awaited HWLIT part 2. I genuinely hope you guys enjoy this and I apologize if it doesn't hit as good as part one. That's the thing with writing second parts it always has to be as good if not better than the first part and that makes me a little nervous. Regardless I really enjoyed writing this bc Matz Hwa always sends me into a brain rot. Pls read part one before reading this one!

You and Seonghwa had broken up. It came as a shock to everyone, no one had suspected the king and queen of the Tokyo car shows and races to call it quits. Things were…awkward for lack of a better term, you’d taken a couple of weeks off to try and make yourself feel better after the chaotic week you had after the breakup. After your time off, word got to you that Seonghwa had a new girl by his side. You felt like you were going to collapse when you read your friend’s message on the screen of your hot pink Motorola phone. The next few days were challenging, Seonghwa had texted you and no matter how bad you wanted to reply you ignored it, so then Hongjoong had reached out for him, which you also chose to ignore. However, the more you had let yourself feel the raw emotions, the better you felt, which led to now; you and your friend sitting on your bed while she tries to convince you to come out tonight.

“You can’t let your title get snatched away from you like that.” Hinata, your best friend said softly patting your back. “How can I show my face after what’s happened? People are going to talk.” You say, burying your face in your hands. “He broke up with you, got with a new girl then tried reaching out like an idiot, it's not your fault, everyone knows that..” It was true, Seonghwa had cut things off with you because he ‘couldn’t handle the relationship’ anymore; but that still didn’t stop the unreasonable shame you felt. “He’s a piece of shit and everyone knows and thinks that, especially after he showed up with that girl 2 weeks after the break up.” Hinata continues.

You sit in silence, hands on your knees on the edge of your bed. Hinata’s words bouncing around in your head, she was right. Taking a deep breath, you rub your eyes, “Call Suga, tell him to get me a spot on the street race tonight.” You tell the wide eyed girl next to you. She squeals, clapping her hands excitedly as she steps out into the hall, phone in hand while you begin getting ready.

Your hands skimmed the various pieces you had hanging up on your closet rack. Settling for a black bedazzled Baby Phat top and a pink mini skirt, you lay out the pieces and pondered on which shoe style complimented your outfit the best. “Platforms?” You ask Hinata when she walks back into the room, she brings a finger up to tap on her chin as if in deep thought. She grabs the tall boots by the door, “I like these.” She says pushing the shoes towards you. “Hinata, I'm trying to race, not break an ankle.” Still, she stares at you silently and you sigh nodding your head. “Okay, these are the ones.”

“How do I look?” You ask, doing a little twirl in place. Your best friend pinches her fingers together and brings her hand up to her lips, “chefs kiss. Your legs look good. Wait! you’re missing glitter,” she says, stepping closer to you and dousing you in the fine iridescent powder. “I need you to sparkle tonight.” She smirks, sprinkling some on her exposed skin as well. With another deep breath you grab her hands, “I'm ready.” You say out loud, feeling confident. You leave the comfort of your room ready to face whatever tonight has in store for you.

Hinata sings loudly in the passenger seat and you hum along with her, trying not to get caught up in your thoughts. The meet had started about an hour ago, meaning you were late, which also meant all the attention would be driven to you as a latecomer.

Hinata squeezes your hand in excitement as the entrance to the all too familiar garage comes into view. “It’s okay! We will be okay.” She yells over the roar of your engine. You nod in affirmation, your tummy flipping as you drive over the speed bumps, the gray walls surrounding you. In that moment it’s like all the chatter and music went silent. Everyone turned their head in your direction. Seonghwa who had been conversing with Hongjoong and the KQ Fellaz stops and looks around at everyone. He tried to peek his head to see who was coming but the crowd was too thick to see anything. “What’s going on?” He asks Hongjoong who also looks confused. He feels his heart drop when he spots bits of the bright pink bubblegum car. Seonghwa swallows thickly, his mouth dry from the sudden nerves. His arm tightens around the girl he’d been going out with, dread pooling in his belly.

The crowd cheers loudly which suddenly sends a surge of irritation through him, Hongjoong pats him heavily on the shoulder. “Yo! No way she’s here.” The shorter man says, a smile wide on his face as he points at you. Seonghwa rolls his eyes, looking at his best friend who was getting on his nerves. He lets go of the girl clinging on to him and she looks up at him in confusion. She opens her glossed lips to complain but he holds his hand up to silence her. He walks near the dispersing crowd, just to confirm it was you even though he knew. “Where are you going?” A loud female voice calls from behind him, he ignores her. “Hey!! Hwa don’t leave me here.” She says again. He wanted to disappear, a lingering pain in his chest because it was not you calling after him anymore, except some random rebound he found half attractive to get his mind off the fact that he’d fucked up big time.

The unfamiliar hands pull him and he stops mid step, he sighs letting the girl pull him back to their previous spot. His arm draped around her again. He plays it off as if nothing was bothering him. He laughs as his friends make jokes, even though on the inside he wasn’t laughing. Hongjoong cocks an eyebrow up at him clearly not buying the act but the blonde man stays silent instead and looks towards your car.

You open the car door, glossed lips smacking as you chew on your flavored bubble gum. Stepping out of the car, Seonghwa who is in your direct line of sight watches your every move. Then you see her, she stands next to him and he holds her close. She was a cheap version of you that you’d never seen before, sudden pride fills your chest and you meet his eyes then look at her, a small smirk playing at your lips. His eyes darken as he takes you fully in. The first thing he notices is how your skirt was significantly shorter than anything you’d ever worn, at least while being with him; next he notices the way you wave at Hongjoong; he looks down, adjusting himself. “Who’s she?” The girl on his arm obliviously asks, looking up at him. Her brows furrow at the way he’s suddenly so taken with your presence. “Hwa?” She shakes him, “are you okay?” The words barely process in his mind and he hums, “yeah, I’m fine.”

You smirk as you fully bend over to inspect your engine, the booty shorts underneath your skirt leaving nothing to the imagination. You hear whistles behind you as you tell Hinata to rev the engine. “Hey!” You hear a voice near you. When you look up it’s Hongjoong, you smile sweetly at him, “hi Joongie.” He almost melts on the spot. “You look good.” He smirks and you stand with your hands on your hips. “Did Seonghwa tell you to come over here and say that?” You cock an eyebrow at him and he chuckles, shaking his head, “nah,” You glance briefly at Seonghwa, “don’t worry yourself, you’re going to get wrinkles.” Hongjoong jokes trying to lighten the mood after seeing the way your facade slipped at the sight of your ex boyfriend with someone else.

When he sees you look down with nothing else to say besides a small laugh at his words he starts talking again, ”what you’re seeing,” He begins, “it’s bullshit, he wants you back. Trust me I live with the guy. He hasn’t even brought her over, much less fucked her.” You stand there stunned. “Did you think telling me that would make me feel better?” You scoff, you know he meant well but in the moment you wanted to slap the guy. “Are you like advocating for him now or something? You can tell him to kiss my ass.” With that you shut your hood and walk to the drivers side, where Hinata sits handing you a towel to wipe your hands.

Hongjoong has no words to say, in fact he felt terrible, he just wanted to be nice; shaking his head he walked back over to his best friend who watched the entire interaction. “Why are you talking to her?” Seonghwa suddenly blurts, his brows furrowed together. Anger pools in him, the idea of his best friend going after the girl he still loved making him sick. Sure, Hongjoong had admitted time and time again that you were attractive, and he allowed Hongjoong to tease you because he knew neither of you would betray him that way; but in the given circumstances he wasn’t sure anymore.

Hongjoong shakes his head, “just saying hi, relax man. You have your new girl.” He sends a teasing smile at Seonghwa knowing that’d strike a nerve. The raven haired man looks at the girl leaning against his car, “get off the car.” He barks at her, “what-“ she starts, “Off. The. Car, and go away, will you? Don;t text me again.” He can’t even believe his own words as he spits them at the poor girl in front of him. She stares at him in disbelief, “seriously? All it takes is for that bitch to show up and you’re done with me? Who’s she to you anyway?” She yells, anger contorting her pretty face. “The fuck did you just call her?” He grits out towering over her smaller frame. “I-“ he shakes his head, “fuck off.” He spits and she walks off, muttering profanities at him.

Hwa relaxes, he huffs out a heavy breath and leans against his car. “Oh you're cooked.” Hongjoong says with a laugh, “you’re a real asshole Hongjoong.” Hwa says in annoyance, eyes rolling at the man in front of him.

“Ah the drift princess” Suga smirks, pulling you in for a hug, his hands coming to rest on your waist, “glad to have you back.” He pulls away. Suga brushes his hair out of his face and stands in front of you. “I got one of my best racers in this race, but I don't expect that to be a challenge for you.” He says, “are you trying to scare me Min Yoongi?” He raises his hands up in defeat, “hey hey, don’t twist my words. I’m just letting you know, if anything they should be scared.” He says walking away with a laugh.

“Ready?” Hinata asks, “you have about 5 minutes till go time.” You nod at her, her gaze drifting behind you. “Seonghwa looks like he’s about to eat you.” Your eyes widen at her words, you try to brush it off, but you couldn’t deny the butterflies you felt. “Pay him no mind though, I need you to focus.” You shift your mind back to the task at hand. You hop into your car as she gleefully slides into the passenger seat. Hinata whoops loudly, pink car carefully rolling out of the garage towards the start line. Hongjoong cheers loudly for you, earning a look from Seonghwa; one of the many he had already sent to him in the span of an hour.

Your car aligns with the 3 other racers, you were the only girl, and you needed to break some egos tonight to make yourself feel better. “First to make it around town and back wins.” Suga’s voice projects loudly. You breathe out heavily, your foot gently pressing on the gas to rev up your engine. As soon as the starter girl’s bandana hits the ground you step on it. Your body is pulled back from the force, Hinata cheers loudly next to you, “let’s go!!” She screams, igniting adrenaline within you. You groan in frustration as you maneuver your car to try and pass the two cars in front of you. “Tricky turn coming up!” Your best friend warns. Your breath hitches as you hit the tight turn, it feels like an eternity before your body is able to relax again as you turn successfully.

Your heart pounds in your chest; your lungs contract as you suck in deep breaths trying to slow the adrenaline coursing through you. With just a car in front of you away from being first, you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. “Home stretch.” You whisper, your fingers flip the switches on your console, the turbo activating pulling you back into the seat as you floor the car giving it all you got. With ease your pink vehicle soars past the other and down the empty street. With focused eyes on the road ahead of you, your mind goes to Seonghwa, then to the way he had his arms around that unknown girl. Rage ignites in you and suddenly you had something to prove tonight, that being that you were still the drift princess even if her prince was missing.

The crowd comes into view after a long straight drive, they part as they intently watch the racers, anticipating who’d be making it first. The racer behind you, who’d you’d recognize Mingi from KQ Fellaz reaches you, he tries to swerve you off but you keep your stance, as you get close you press your final button that propels you toward the crowd and through the finish line.

You break until your Supra rolls into a slow stop. The crowd cheers, the excited spectators opening your door and cheering for you as they pat the hood of your car. You can’t help but smile sheepishly, eyes searching desperately for the only one you cared about; though he was nowhere to be seen.

You fanned yourself as you calmly strolled to the convenience store down the street from your home. Finally after a hectic weekend of celebration you had time for yourself. You hummed along to the music, the headphones lodged in your ears blocking most of the noise around you. The ice cream numbs your hand as you grab a bag of chips and a bottle of water. When you turn around you run into a body, gasping loudly you clutch onto the items in your hands. Ripping the headphones from your ears, you look up to be met with Seonghwa. “What the hell is your problem?” You spit, slightly annoyed at the way he had scared you. He looks down at you, he sports a white tank top and a beige jumpsuit that contrasts the dark ink of his tattoo on his neck nicely. The sleeves are tied around his waist and smudges of grease darken the shade of beige, an indication that he’d been working at the garage.

He breathes out heavily, “I’ve been looking for you, I tried calling but there was no answer,” He says with a frown. “Hm really? I haven’t gotten anything.” You lie, the bag of chips wrinkling under your tight grip. He tongues his cheek looking around annoyed, he was definitely not buying it, “seriously?” He asks, “seriously, besides don’t you have someone else to entertain?” You sass him and you can see him getting worked up at your response. When he doesn’t say anything you walk away back to the ice cream freezer to switch to a less melted one. You can hear Seonghwa following closely behind you, “it’s not like that,” he defends himself but you shake your head walking to the cashier. “Really? Then what’s it like? It seemed like that last weekend.” You smile at the cashier as she cocks her brow up at the two of you. You pay her off and walk back out and towards your house.

Hwa’s hand grips your elbow to turn you around. “It’s not like that I swear.” He almost begs, “Seonghwa, you ended things so why are you here looking for me. Please let me live in peace yeah?” You’re about to turn back around but his hands grip your shoulders, locking you in place, “is there something going on with someone else…Hongjoong even?” You let out an airy laugh, opening your ice cream and nibbling on it, “ah so that’s what this is about.” He looks at you, eyes desperate for an answer. “Nothing Hwa, never with your best friend and not with anyone else.” You can’t even be mad at him, with the way Hongjoong had come up to you at the last race this past weekend, it was enough to make Seonghwa’s mind wander and you knew that. Despite your words he looked dissatisfied, but there was nothing else for you to say. “I have to go meet up with my friend. See you around.” You say and walk off, popping your earphones back in and hitting play on your iPod, trying your best to distract your mind from your feelings.

Seonghwa had spent that evening thinking about you and even a few days later you still lived on his mind. Safe to say he’d come to the conclusion that he wanted you back. He was determined and if he could go back in time prior to him ending things he would. ‘How stupid’ he thought, ‘how could I be so stupid’.

“Yo” Hongjoong calls, pulling him from his thoughts, “hm?” He nods his head up at his best friend, “the party tonight, are you going to help organize the tables and drinks or what?” Hongjoong says throwing a rag at his friend who sat glum on the couch. “Yes yes, I’m on it.” Hwa says, throwing the rag over his shoulder and heading down to the open area of the garage. Hongjoong had decided to host a party at Matz garage after the early evening car show. It wasn’t a tradition per se, but who didn’t want a good party? And parties just so happened to be one of Hongjoong biggest talents, and one of the things he was most known for.

Seonghwa is leaned up against his car, talking it up with Hongjoong just a couple blocks away from the empty lot where the car show would be taking place. He hears it before he sees it, the sound of an engine approaching them. In the beams of the orange sunset he can see the pink lights adorning the bottom of the unmistakable pink Supra; your pink Supra. His eyes drift from Hongjoong as he stares at the car getting bigger as it closes distance. Hongjoong’s words trail away, eyes lingering on the pink vehicle. You zoom past them, easily going over 90 miles per hour on the empty streets. Your windows and top are down, hair blowing in the wind and Seonghwa swears he can almost smell your perfume.

The car shrinks into the distance turning into a singular pink blob until it completely disappears. “I guess she's showing up tonight.” Hongjoong mutters. Hwa looks at his best friend, “how do you know?” He asks, to which Hongjoong gives him a ‘really’ look. “I don’t know, she’s probably just going to the grocery store at…” he looks down at his nonexistent watch, “6:30 PM.” Seonghwa rolls his eyes, “she could be.” He responds and Hongjoong smacks him upside the head, “don’t be such an idiot, I invited her. Good thing she’s going, I didn't spend all morning organizing for our Star not to show up.” Hongjoong says with a smirk, Seonghwa swallows thickly, ignoring Hoongjoong’s nickname for you, the one that he’d given you at that. “Let's go.” He says brushing his hair away from his face. “Alright now don’t sound too desperate.” Hongjoong reminds him, hopping into his own ride.

After a successful car show, it was safe to say your ego was inflated. You rub the dash of your car “you are so loved.” You say as if the car would speak back, Hinata laughs, “you definitely turned heads, and I’m not just talking about the car.” You turn to look at her, “what are you on about now?” You ask, throwing your head back, feigning annoyance at another one of Hinata’s possible delusions. “Sugar but without the ‘r’.” She says, “Suga and I will never happen!” You say with a laugh, “hmm I’d go for it.” Hinata says nonchalantly. “Hinata please, I love you but let’s stop talking yeah?” You joke, she tips her head back with a laugh, “ok ok I’m kidding! Everyone knows you still miss Hwa.” You fall silent at her words, choosing your response carefully.

“It’s a decently fresh break up, nothing wrong with that.” You say, trying to convince yourself that it was okay to still have feelings towards your ex boyfriend. Hinata doesn’t say anything, just sends you a reassuring smile as you both sit in comfortable silence; unironically, listening to the Nelly Furtado CD Seonghwa had gifted you.

You manage to squeeze your car into a spot in the empty lot next to Matz garage, and you could only pray no drunken idiot would hit it. Hinata holds your hand tightly as you both walk in. Not even 2 minutes in, your best friend breaks off from you, “imma go get a drink!” She shouts over the music, you nod and wave her off. You squint your eyes, trying to adjust to the erratic colored lights switching every second, the music is deafening the bass pounding through your feet and up your body. “Hey! You made it!” Hongjoong greets with a side hug. “Here’s a drink,” he says handing you a cup, “what is it? I’m driving Hongjoong, remember?” You say looking up at him, the man shakes his head, “it’s just punch with tequila, you'll be okay. Plus, I don’t think it would be a problem if you crashed here.” He says with a smile that turns your face hot.

“I’ll be around, feel free to do whatever and let me know if you need anything.” He shouts as he walks backwards away from you until he turns around and walks off for good. Realizing you had already lost Hinata you decide to sit on one of the metal steps that lead up to the pair's apartment. You huff, looking around, “welp….” You mutter and tip back the red solo cup, downing the strong contents. You grimace, your stomach suddenly feeling uneasy. You set the cup down and lean against the railing deciding to wait a couple of minutes before you went to grab another one.

Seonghwa’s back is against the wall, red solo cup in hand as he takes in the crowd of sweaty people dancing and mingling before him. As he scans the room his eyes fixate on you sitting on the steps up to his apartment, body leaning against the railing looking rather bored. “Hmph” he hums with a small chuckle, he looks around until he spots your best friend. She seemed to be a couple of hard punch cups in, hands up dancing with a group of girls Hwa could only recognize as some girls you hung around with at the meets. Hwa pulls Hongjoong aside as he walks past him, “keep an eye on this one.” He says pointing at Hinata who was laughing and moving like she had no self awareness. Hongjoong nods and leans closer to his ear, “I’d take your chance now…before someone else does.” The blonde man says, motioning over to you. With that his friend walks off leaving Hwa feeling somewhat lost.

Hesitation fills Seonghwa’s body as his mind battles with itself. Deciding it was now or never, he strolled up to you standing directly in front of your line of vision, he extended his hand out. He watches your face, nervousness written all over it; nonetheless you take his hand as he leads you up the steps. When you walk in, you sit on his couch, head leaned back and eyes closed. “This is so unlike you.” He begins, breaking the silence, “what do you mean?” You ask, but you knew exactly what he meant. “Parties are your thing, especially Hongjoong’s parties. They’re your favorite.” You shrug at his words, silence heavy in the room except for the muffled music from the outside.

Finally you breathe out, perking up from your spot on the couch, “You wanna know why Seonghwa?” You were annoyed and tired of jumping around the subject, “because you fucking left me…” Your voice fades at the end, tears pooling in your eyes. You’re standing up now, hovering over his spot on the couch, “the- then…then you go and find someone else and flaunt her around like I was that easy to replace.” He stares at you, mouth slightly agape, “so no, i'm not going to party like no tomorrow when seeing you everywhere I go physically pains me.” You bury your face in your hands and just sob. He stands up now, warm arms wrapping around you as you sob into his chest, “I’m sorry baby okay,” he says pulling back and looking down at you, but you stare at his chest. “I want you back, you’re my girl and I need you.” You shake your head, “Nothing happened between me and that girl, I promise you.” Hwa pleads, then your mind reminds you of Hongjoongs words from the night of the race. He wouldn’t and you knew that, he had devoted himself to you time and time again when you were together, but in situations like this there was no way to truly know except take his word for it.

“My Star, look at me.” He cups your chin and tilts your head to look at him. “Remember what I said way back when? I love you and I still love you.” You sniffle, “but-” you begin and he silences you. Suddenly you feel small under his gaze, you believed him wholeheartedly and something about the way he looked under the low light of the living room made you want him badly and so you kissed him. His hands wrap around your waist, and you melt your body into your lover. Your lips move in sync like they always had; the most perfect for each other. Your body reacts to his touch, it craved it and now that you finally had it again you weren't going to stop. He pulls away and sits down on the couch pulling you on top of him. With your legs on either side of him you sit and press your lips against him again, the lingering taste of the hard punch lingering on his tongue. Hwa’s hands roam your waistline before wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you tighter into him. “Hwa please.” You whine pulling away from him, trying your best to ground your hips into his. “I know baby, but not tonight okay.” You huff against him, your sense of brattiness suddenly coming back. “Don’t be a brat, we will have plenty of time. Right now I care about you being okay and that I have my girl back.” He says, slender fingers brushing the small strands of hair away from your face. You nod, “I'm okay.” You whisper, toying with the chain around his neck. “Do I have you back baby?” He asks quietly, and you nod, “you do, if you leave again though, I won’t be so sure.” You remind him, kissing his cheek, “well great, because that won’t happen again.” He says and he presses another kiss on your lips.

It was the night after the party and you were getting ready for yet another car meet. Except, this time you’d be showing up with Seonghwa, less that 24 hours ago you were exes now here you were. The Drift princess and drift king were back together. The thought made you giddy all over. Your Motorola Razr’s window lights up, it was a message from Hwa. I’m outside it read, you get up from your vanity, makeup half done and hair in a loose bun.

“Hey,” you say with a smile as he presses a kiss on your glossy lips. “Hey doll.” He murmurs taking you in. “you’re still not ready?” You shake your head and quietly pull him down the dark hallway where the only light was emitting from your pink room. Seonghwa pulls his shoes off, knowing how much you hated shoes on your furry carpets. He takes your room in, nothing much had changed since the last time he had been in here. He recalls a memory, one where he had you bent over your vanity, hips unforgiving against you. He subconciously shakes his head and sits on your bed.

“Okay give me 10 minutes max i'll be ready.” You tell him, as you rush over to finish your makeup and pick out an outfit. He sits there quietly, watching you rummage through your closet (which had too many clothes according to him) as you hum along to Britney Spears playing through your small speakers. You slip on a mini skirt and strip your top off to slip on one of your favorite sequined halter tops. As your hands work on flipping the top upside down so you can slip it over your head, large hands come from behind to cup your chest. Calloused hands knead your breasts and you hum in pleasure leaning into Seonghwa’s body. “If there was no need for me to be there tonight, I’d stay here and fuck you into your pretty bed sheets and make you cum over and over.” he whispers, “one for every single time you ignored my calls.” You shudder at his words, arousal pooling at your belly. Suddenly you feel hot, with one hand on your chest the other wanders down your tummy and past the waistband of your bottoms.

Seonghwa’s long fingers rub down your slit in search of your warm walls. When he finally gets there he pushes two fingers in. Your knees buckle and his hold around you tightens as he pulls you against him. You could feel his straining hard on through the jorts he wore. He hums as he feels you up. Your mouth drops open, eyes screwed shut and hand clasped tightly around his wrist. He works you like he had never lost practice; like he had never gone away. With his fingers deep in you, the palm of his hand rubs deliciously against your sensitive clit. Your hips battle against his hand, desperate for more. “I’m- Hwa.” You mumble, your breathing is heavy, so close yet just a bit far. Just as you’re on the brink he pulls away. You stand there, chest heaving and head down as you try to recollect what just happened. “Get dressed baby, or we’ll be late.” Seonghwa says nonchalantly, pressing a kiss to the back of your head.

Tensions were high after that exchange between the two of you in your room. The car ride was comfortable yet you couldn't shake the feeling of your ruined orgasm. “You good?” Seonghwa asked, glancing at you from the driver's side. You nod quietly, earning a smirk from him because he knew exactly what was going through that pretty head of yours.

You watched your boyfriend converse with his friend as he lifted the hood of his car to show off the new updates he had made to his engine. You felt your face beam red at the fact that Seonghwa was casually talking to his friends as if the events back at your place hadn’t occurred. It was a casual night, Hwa talking with his friends and you catching up with your girl friends after a while of not updating them. “Where’s the Supra? Don’t tell me you sold it.” One of the car girls and long time friend Suki asked. You shook your head, “wouldn’t dream of it. I need to work on a few updates and Hwa offered to drive today so I found the perfect opportunity for a break.” The group nodded as they listened intently. “It’s like the planets have aligned.” Suki says, readjusting herself against her car. You stare at her and she continues, “Seonghwa is an asshole, everyone knows that. But he was insufferable when you two were apart.” Everyone around you nods in agreement, “I’ve never seen him so irritable before, but now look at him. He’s back to dilly dallying like always.” You glance at your boyfriend as he’s immersed in what he loves to do most. “You two just make sense, and like Suki said it’s like the planets aligned, in other words everyone is happy.” Suki’s younger sister chirps in with a reassuring smile.

Hwa slowly strolls up to you, heavy hands landing on your hips. “It’s time to go.” He whispers in your ear, you nod and begin to wave your goodbyes.“I have to go, but you guys stay safe. See you next weekend!” You gleefully exclaim, your boyfriend holds your hand and smirks at your actions before pulling you along.

Hwa pulls into Matz’s garage parking next to Hongjoong’s car. He gets out first, waiting for you by the passenger side door as you gather your things. “Pull your skirt down,” Hwa says as you step out, “huh?” You ask obliviously, “huh?” He mocks, “your skirt, pull it down.” You grip the fabric tightly and pull it down, the garment working overtime to cover the globes of your ass. Seonghwa pulls you into a heated kiss, your back to Hongjoong who steps out of his car. He watches the both of you. As if Seonghwa could feel his best friends stare burning holes into your behind, he opens his eyes, his tongue pushing past your lips and eyes boring into his best friend’s. Hongjoong swallowed thickly, face red from getting caught. You hum into the kiss and Seonghwa pulls away, turning you by the hips and pushing you towards the stairs. You tiredly go up the steps, not caring that the two men behind you could definitely see up your skirt as you reached the top.

You push the door open and make a beeline for Hwa’s room, stripping down to your bra and underwear. You lay flat on his comfy bed, his familiar scent engulfing your senses. Turning on your belly you hum eyes closing as the day's exhaustion catches up to you.

A finger hooks under the band of your seamless panties. The fabric stretches under the pressure until it snaps rapidly back against your skin, you jolt eyes flying open. Seonghwa stands next to the bed, the hat he was sporting now sitting backwards on his head. His large hand roams the smooth skin of your behind, letting it come down hard on the soft fat. “Ow,” you mumble, feeling the tingles of his slap linger on your skin. He throws you a shirt and you sit up to slip it over your head, “you want something to eat?” He asks and you shake your head, “mm mm. I’m okay.”

Seonghwa had eaten something light to keep him satisfied for the night; his eyes still glued to the TV while you rose up from your 30 minute nap while he ate. You rubbed your eyes, sitting still on the bed, you could feel the fabric of your panties ticking to your lips, your body suddenly craving the ruined orgasm from earlier. Hwa sits next to you and you decide to climb into his lap. Legs on either side of him as you straddled his hips. His arms wrapped around you and you leaned in to kiss him. “Hwa…” Your words get stuck in your mouth, embarrassment suddenly taking over you. Seonghwa stares at you with his dark irises, “yes baby?” He gently asks, you can't bring yourself to say what you truly want so instead you press your clothed core down on him hard. He lets out an airy laugh, cupping your chin and pulling you in hard for a kiss. “Use your words doll.” He requests with a stoic expression. “I…want.” You press your lips together feeling extremely shy. “You want me to fuck you?” Seonghwa finally speaks for you. You nod rapidly. You play with the thick band of his sweats until he finally makes a move.

Hwa lifts your shirt up, stripping you from it, leaving you once again in the lacy bralette. “Put on your skirt.” He says, and you look at him confused. “The skirt you had on tonight, put it on.” You knew better than to argue, so you hopped off him to pick up the disposed garment. The waistband stretches over the plushness of your thighs and sits on your waist. You step towards him, lifting one leg over his hips to straddle him again. One hand cups your chin and he brings you in for a kiss once again. A strong grip latches onto your behind, the skirt riding up past covering anything. With strong hands now on your hips he guides you against him, his lips parting in an airy whimper as he feels your weight against his crotch. “Seonghwa please,” you whisper, face inches from his. He watches you with heavy lids, fire burning deep in his core at the sight of your reddened lips and flushed face; he loved your desperation for him.

A hand snakes down to your clothed core, making you rise to your knees, hovering above him as his fingers run down your slit. Your lips lock with his again, kiss turning rushed and messy; all patience suddenly gone. You breathe heavily, when he pulls the material of your underwear to the side, you wait for a second until you feel the heavy tip of his cock brush against you, with one hand he rubs the head up and down your wet slit until the head catches onto your hole and he forcefully sits you down on him. You groan at the stretch, the burning sensation sending waves up and down your lower region. “F-fuck hwa,” you whimper head thrown back. You rest against him, your lips roaming the exposed skin of his neck and leaving red splotches over the dark lettering adorning his neck. You move your hips at your own accord, Seonghwa’s hand just barely hovering over your waist. You plop against him with an audible smack against his warm skin, your eyes rolling back at the way he just barely kisses your cervix. Seonghwa breathes heavily, eyes closed as he focuses on the feeling of your warm walls surrounding him.Your hands claw at your bra, and he reaches behind you to unclasp and remove it from your body. His fingers immediately come to play with your sensitive buds.

His lips press together as you slightly pick up speed, “move faster baby.” He directs you and you shake your head, “i-i can’t.” You strain out in a high pitched tone, muscles burning from exertion. He huffs, audibly annoyed, “Get the fuck off,” He says, and you hop off him, his warmth leaving you. He pulls his pants fully off and manhandles you to all fours. “Are you that stupid that you can’t even fuck yourself on me?” Hwa spits, he bites lip at the way the mini skirt has risen high on your waist, barely covering anything. His hand comes down heavy against your soft skin and you whine, tears burning slightly from his harsh words.

“Still such a good fucking girl.” He mumbles. His eyes focus on grinding his slick cock back into your hole, you gasp when he breaches you once more. “Fuck…” he whines, setting a harsh pace. You writhe under him, enjoying the feeling of his heavy hands pushing down on your waist. “You’re a slut you know that right?” Hwa says, he leans over your body, you’re far too gone that his voice is the only thing that echoes in your brain. When his words process you shake your head ‘no’.

“No?” He questions in a mocking tone, you shake your head again. “I bet you’d want Hongjoong to watch me fuck you.” At his words your mouth drops open and you clench around him and he lets out a sinister chuckle. “Of course.” He slows down to a slow pace, his hips pushing and pulling slowly letting you feel all of him. “Hongjoong!” He calls, and a second later the blonde man strolls in. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight in front of him. He smirks slightly at your fucked out figure, “Little slut here wants you to watch me fuck her.” Seonghwa informs his friend. “Does she now?” Hongjoong asks meeting your eyes through the strewn pieces of hair over your face. His Cheshire Cat smile adorns his face making your tummy do flips.

“Hwa please.” you mumbled into the sheets, hips pushing back against him desperately. “Beg him not me, and milk the shit out of this because it’s the first and last time it happens.” Your boyfriend spits, speaking more at Hongjoong. “Beg him baby,” Hwa eggs you on, pressing his hips flush against you, reaching a new depth that leaves you breathless. You swallow down your embarrassment and through heavy pants you finally get your words out. “Joongie please, t-tell Hwa to let me cum please I really need it.” Your voice suddenly breaks at the end, tears dampening the sheets below you. “Awe she’s crying Hwa.” Hongjoong mocks, Seonghwa chuckles, pressing hard against your cervix, “it’s her new thing.” He teases, “are you feeling floaty baby?” He asks and you nod sniffling. He hums and pulls out, flipping you onto your back. His hands cover your waist line and he slips in, no words said as he picks up his pace and fucks you into the bed. You squeeze your eyes shut crying out at the overwhelming feeling. You lift your head up, eyes landing on your boyfriend's face. A thin sheen of sweat covers him, his brows are drawn together as he focuses on where you two meet.

Hongjoong suddenly grabs your chin forcing you to look at him, “are you gonna cum baby?” He asks you, all you can is stare at him dumbly. You feel small and used just the way you liked it. “Answer him.” Hwa says, you nod weakly. “Y-yes joongie. I-m gonna cum. Hwa fu-cks me so good.” Your eyes close again. Body set ablaze by their hands on you. Your tummy tightens the same way your walls do around Hwa. “you’re getting tighter. You gonna cum?” Seonghwa asks, slowing his pace and focusing on hitting deeper. “Y-yes Hwa please.”

His hand splays over your lower belly and the other arm wraps around your legs now resting on his shoulders. Hongjoong who’s still in the room breathes heavily, pants straining. Hwa loosens his hold, your legs falling open; Hongjoong gets closer bringing one of his hands down your chest and to your sensitive clit. His fingers toy with the small bud, pinching it and rubbing it fast, suddenly he brings it down giving you a hard smack. Your body jolts, muscles locking as your legs shake against Seonghwa’s body. You cry out, back arching off the bed as intense waves of pleasure course through you. “There you fucking go baby.” Seonghwa mutters, you breathe heavily, hearing completely leaving you for a couple of seconds. Seonghwa stills in you, pushing his hips flush against the back of your thighs as he leans over your body, bending you into a slight mating press to reach deeper and place his spunk in your walls.

He pulls out and you pull your legs into yourself, eyes closed and chest heaving. Everything feels far, you hear talking then some shuffling until the bedroom door closes.

“You okay baby?” Seonghwa asks, his hand brushing your hair from your face. You nod quietly, eyes drooping from all the exertion. Hwa pulls you up, helping you over to the toilet where he sits you. “I'll get the shower going,”

You sit on the toilet quietly, arms wrapped over your tummy and forearms resting atop of your thighs. “C’mon doll.” He guides you into the hot shower, your muscles suddenly relax. Seonghwa lathers you up and you hum at the familiar scent of his body wash. “You did so well baby.” You lean into him and he kisses your head, you turn around toward the shower head and he watches you rinse the soap suds off yourself. Suddenly he remembers Hongjoong’s words, they float loudly around in his mind, “I’ll go against you in the next race, winner gets to fuck her first.” The cheeky man sends him a wink before leaving the bedroom. Seonghwa can’t deny the anxiety in his chest…“Shit.”

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wonryllis · 10 months ago

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ᨓ ENHYPEN FINDING YOUR WRITING ACCOUNT OF THEM.

. . ──𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑��𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽.

﹙ 𝒘𝐞𝐛 ⭑ 𝒅𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝓁𝓈. ﹚ enhypen discovering your top secret. fem!r. fluff, crack maybe a bit requested. wordcount` 664. アーカイブ ARCHIVE?

𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 he would be so giddy, and embarrassed and shy to find out that you write about him, boy is too flustered about the fact that you make fan content to even question anything else. it'd take a few days for him to let it all settle into his mind and then oh my god it's hell, he'll look up your account secretly even though you told him not to and then he'll keep saying random things he picked from you pieces to tease you. "my pretty doll, i will burn the world to save you"

𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 he is so so so sooooo embarrassed like he'll forget whatever he was up to when you accidentally let it spill that your latest post of him was doing so well. he will simply ask if you write about him and when you hesitantly admit it he'll be like okay great i hope you account does well??? he loves being the one you write for but he doesn't want to embarrass you by speaking any more of it. although from time to time he will ask for some updates on how it's been going.

𝗷𝗮𝗲𝘆𝘂𝗻 he is so happy you don't understand the level at which he is like platinum gem rank happy. he'll immediately sit with you beg you to show him your account and let him read through the fics, even the other members' he's just so curious he can't sit still. he'll read one with like heeseung as a secret agent and then tell you he would have been a better suit for it. then he'll read a spiderman one you wrote for him and then ask you if you wanna try the upside down kiss.

𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 he stopped working, system crashed. unable to believe for days that you got a fan account about him and on top of that you write things about him. thinks he's dreaming until you speak of it again and he's like you weren't joking?? will ask you things about it like what you write and how it works, if people like his fics and what aus you write him in and why you think of him as fitting for an au. a literal question bank, will inquire about every little detail but never look it up himself.

𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝘄𝗼𝗼 he's like in disbelief but like in a happy really elated way so excited to see you account, your aesthetic, your follower count, your writing style. just about everything and he's so supportive like you go girl, he'll also most probably make an account himself and follow you. commenting on each fic and sending asks like 'guess who baby (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)' he will also look through other accounts to come up with better advice to grow you space. will save the pieces you write about him to reread.

𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻 the happiest kitty in the world, will leave everything literally drop it the second you tell him you got a writing account of him whether it's accidental or intentional. ask you the username and read all of your pieces about him in one sitting. definitely will get jealous to see others you wrote for and more if you someone else has more fics than him. will immediately give you new ideas like plan out a whole plot and then tell you, it's about him and you in an alternate universe so you need to write it.

𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶 he is immediately teasing you to cover up the embarrassment he feels, like an internal struggle of why should he be the one embarrassed when you are the one who write fanfiction about him. will take your phone from you open your account and read it aloud, though halfway in he'll genuinely get invested especially if it's a social media au, going 'm not like that!' every chapter and when he's caught up to the latest one, he'll bug you to reveal what happens next, after all it's his story!

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itwasntimethatdidit40 · 5 months ago

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Guess

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Pairing/AU: soft boyfriend!Joel Miller x AFAB!reader, no outbreak

Words count: 1775

Warning: +18, minors please don’t interact! Basically PwP (or very little one lol), established relationship, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), pussy pronouns, sex in a public space, sex in a restroom, drinking (very little), reader has breasts and pussy and wears a dress, other than that no other description is given, Joel is soft, reader is so eager and they are stupidly in love, pet names (baby, kitty, kitten), written listening to “Guess” by Charli xcx featuring Billie Eilish.

I wrote it furiously and impulsively, no proofreading and no beta, I hope there aren't too many mistakes 💀 English is not my first language so please, be kind.

Thank you so much to anyone who will read this ❤️

Archive tags: @pedrostories ♥️

This little game between you and Joel is taking place again tonight.

You dressed super secretive in your bathroom and he took you out to dinner.

Now you’re in a pretty crowded place, enjoying a meal together and looking at each other like you’re starving for a decade.

It’s just like that, between the two of you.

He’s right next to you on a little padded bench at a secluded table and won't stop whispering in your ear feigning total indifference as if he were talking about the weather or Mr. Something's house he's finishing renovating.

“Those pink ones?”

You shake your head smiling slyly “nope, try again”

He looks at his plate, calm and collected, as if he were only focused on cutting the steak in front of him.

He comes closer to your ear again “The blue ones with the little rose?”

You try to show the same composure but it's difficult, increasingly difficult every time you hear his voice get a little hoarse and deeper.

“Nope”

He scoff and take his glass to have a sip of wine.

You giggle “oh come on, you can do better than this”

He places a hand on your thigh under the table, squeezing gently. “It would be easier if you let me touch it a little bit.”

“Absolutely not, not yet. You know the rules,” and he squeezes again, a little harder, looking briefly into your eyes with a smirk that nails you to the bench.

The waitress comes to ask if everything is okay and you feel his hand move, his touch still warm on your skin as you quickly reply that everything is perfect. The girl fills your glasses with water and walks away.

Joel laughs at your embarrassment and you playfully slap him on the shoulder.

You try to go back to your dinner but he whispers again, “Those black lace ones?”

And you know he’s right, you bite your lower lip and you stifle a sound of disappointment, the game is over sooner than you wanted.

You wanted to keep him on tenterhooks a little longer.

Joel grin mischievously “It seems like I guessed right”

You roll your eyes and reluctantly admit "yes"

Joel pinches your side “good. you know they’re my favorites”

You jump on the bench “stop it, you know I hate it when you do that” but giggling more than you want.

The seductive power this man has over you is incomparable to any other man you have ever had.

He goes silent and you can clearly see his eyes turning darker and him licking his lips as he keeps cutting the steak.

You know he’s waiting.

You take a few forkfuls of your salad, chew, and wipe your mouth carefully with your napkin. You do it all very slowly as Joel begins to fidget on the bench. He’s impatient, you can tell even though he’s not vocal.

You try to hide the little smile that appears on your mouth as you take a sip of wine from your glass but he notices. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just the way you can't contain yourself”

Joel taps his fingers on the table as if he had been waiting for years, he always does it when he is nervous. It is an involuntary movement that you have learned to observe over the years, you have become an expert because when he closes himself in his silence it takes all your patience to make him speak. From these small movements you can already imagine what he will say and how he feels.

He comes closer to your ear again and whispers, “You look like you want to eat that salad more than you want me to eat you.”

And then he runs his fingers up the hem of your dress and slides them underneath, over your thigh, slowly, sending shivers down your spine, higher and higher until he reaches the lace of your panties and barely touches them.

You grab his arm and pull his hand away for fear that someone might see you but now it's your turn to fidget on the bench, his warm, deep voice went straight to your pussy and his fingers are all you crave.

He knows your weaknesses as you know his.

And he knows perfectly well that this little game makes you wet and how much you like it when he eats you out.

You can’t wait a minute longer so you look him in the eyes biting your bottom lip and say “Bathroom, now”

Usually you wait until you get home but right now you would kiss him obscenely here in front of everyone, tearing his clothes off.

You get up to go to the bathroom and slip into the ladies' one.

You check that all the stalls are empty and wait with your heart beating like crazy as if it wanted to come out of your chest.

He comes in a couple of minutes later “so you couldn’t wait until we got home?”

You don’t even answer him, you grab him by the collar of his shirt and push him against the wall, taking his lips as if it were the last thing you do. You push your way into his mouth meeting his tongue and intertwining it with yours, you are devouring him and you feel like you could never get enough. His lips are soft and wet on yours, his warm tongue greedily licking your palate. Your hands feverishly search for his ass, filling your hands and squeezing it tightly.

“Hey, baby, calm down” you must have been really impetuous to make him say something like that.

“I want you so bad” you sigh on his lips staring at him “Joel, please”

He takes your hands and kisses your fingers one by one without losing sight of your gaze for a second.

“Do you want me to do it here, kitten?”

“Yes, yes please, eat me Joel, right now” you whimper.

He gives you a sly smile and pushes you into one of the stalls.

He makes you lean against the divider and slips his hand under your dress.

He graze at your panties with his fingertips “mmh, already soaked for me, babe.”

He traces a line of kisses along your jawline and on your neck, wet and sloppy, licking at your heated skin and pushing his body against yours.

You can clearly feel his hard cock on your thigh as he brings a hand to your breast squeezing it while he doesn't stop moving his fingers on your soaking panties.

You whine in anticipation like a dog in heat, you just can’t take anymore of his teasing, he’s driving you wild.

“Joel, please” you mutter desperately.

You feel his smile widening on your skin “alright, honey, I’m going to give you what you need”

He kneels down in front of you and lifts your dress up to your waist, you hold it tight with one hand without taking your eyes off him. He pulls your panties aside and you see his excited grin “God, baby, she’s begging to be licked, isn’t she?” his hand holds your hip, squeezing it, you feel his fingers digging into your flesh, just above the edge of your panties.

He comes closer and sticks out his tongue licking from bottom to top and then swirling it on your clit.

He stops and looks up at you “tell me again how much you want it”

You don't answer him right away, you grab his hair and slam him against your pussy "that's how much I want it” you pant “please"

The vibration of his laughter shakes your core, reverberates on your skin and tingles your clit.

He kisses your folds softly and then parts them with two fingers and starts licking your clit like a hungry man. He is devouring you, his tongue deep in your pussy, his beard scratching you lightly, you feel your body quiver with his every touch.

He tease your hole with just one finger and you cry again “More, please, more”

“Fuck, you are insatiable tonight” he says “and you taste so sweet, babe, so incredibly sweet.”

The image of him on his knees devouring you is something incredible, you look down at his glistening mouth and chin and his eyes so hypnotic are looking at you so voraciously, you think you could come just by looking at him like this but you know he can give you even more “Joel, please”

“I know baby, I know, I’m right here with you”

He inserts two fingers into your hole, you're so wet they slide easily inside you, he curls them and searches for that special spot while he suck your clit in his mouth, swirling his tongue around. His fingers are inside you throughly, you feel them stretching you out just right.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling it lightly “God, you’re so good”

You feel the tips of his fingers caressing you softly, over and over again until you can't hold back anymore.

“I’m coming, fuck, i’m coming- Joel”

“I can feel it, babe, give it to me. Give it all to me”

His tongue moves over your clit, quickly tickling it, faster and faster.

You don't care where you are and whether someone might find out, the only thing you feel is a warmth growing inside you from your tummy to your chest, he’s still licking and pumping inside you when you gush all over his fingers and his mouth.

You bite your lip to muffle your cries, he keeps licking you until you calm down.

He looks up at you and you see your pleasure all over his face and chin, glistening his scruff.

“mmmh, thank you babe, this has been amazing” you whisper softly.

“for you this and more baby, and you know how much I love your pussy, I can never get enough of tasting her”

He stands up and kisses you, you taste yourself on his tongue and it's the best feeling in the world.

“The sweetest pussy for the sweetest woman” he mutter

“I love you, Joel, so much”

He smiles softly “I love you too, kitty” and he kisses you again nibbling gently on your lower lip.

“Now let’s get out of here before someone finds us” He slap your ass playfully as you exit the stall trying to fix your panties and your dress.

“Joel!”

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist your delicious ass”

You look at him sternly and then burst out laughing.

You pass him a paper towel. “Fix your face, will you?”

He wipes his face smiling.

“Come on, let's go home, I want to give you something special too"

#joel miller #fanfic #joel the last of us #joel tlou #the last of us #one shot #pedro pascal #joel miller fanfiction #guess #joel miller x f!reader #joel x reader #charli xcx #billie eilish

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 month ago

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Sense and Sensibility 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Peter Parker (reader is Kitty from Death Wish)

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: Things in your life are changing and a new face is just one of many startling new realities.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The mail keeps coming. It’s the one consistency left in your life. You go out as you do every day and lift the flap to fish out the contents. That day, however, it’s more than just the flyers and the flimsy bills. You have to shove your hand fully inside to grasp the bulky weight.

You pause and peer out at the street. You expect the black car to pull up at any moment. At least, you sense something waiting... Or you’re just paranoid.

You bring it inside. You hear your sisters in the kitchen. Adrienne is cleaning the dishes as Stony sits at the table. Her fingertips anxiously draw circles on the wood.

You approach and put down the usual envelopes and a few filmy pamphlets. You keep hold of the thick brown envelope. It has your sister’s name on it. You put it in front of her and say her name. She flinches.

“Is he on his way?” You ask.

She nods. Odd. That means someone else delivered that.

“Mail,” you point as her gaze remains on the wall. She sighs and looks down.

“Take it,” she pushes it across the table.

You grimace, “it’s for you-”

“It’s for groceries. Or whatever else we need.” She says dully. “Take Adrienne to the bakery. Have something sweet.” She stands and gives a sullen look to the picture of your mother on the wall. “I’ll go wait outside.”

She pushes the chair into the table and turns away.

“We love you,” you call after her.

She stops in the doorway, “love you too.”

She disappears into the hallway and you frown. You grab the envelope and open it, checking the contents. A hunk of bills pad the paper. A lot.

“Wow,” Adrienne lifts her chin to peek inside.

“Yeah, wow,” you echo. “Well, how about it? Scones and tea?”

“It sounds nice. It’s nice to have nice things,” she giggles at her repetition. “I wish...”

“I wish she could be here too,” you agree. “But ma is better off.”

She nods with a glum expression. She’s still the baby. Still the one with hope. And you still can’t bear to bring her down. You know this won’t end well. Nothing does. Just look at your father; dead at the hands of another. And your sister; promised to a man even more dangerous than your patriarch.

“We should bring something back for Stony too. For when she gets back,” Adrienne suggests.

“That’s sweet of you. I’m going to grab a sweater. You should too. It’s supposed to get chilly.” You gird.

You go upstairs as your mind wanders outside those walls. You doubt Stony will be back that day to enjoy the treat. Not if it’s up to Barnes and everything in her life and your life is now in his hands. You’re not stupid. You might put a smile and keep the peace, but it doesn’t mean you’re stupid.

You take out your favourite brown sweater; the one your mother embroidered for you when you were in high school. It pairs well with your thrifted dress. Not that anything you wear is especially flashy.

You go back to the first floor and step into your brown scuffed mary-janes. Adrienne appears in her trademark striped pullover. You grab your purse and count a few bills out, shoving the rest behind the mantle. As you go back to the front door, she ties her sneakers. She no longer has to hide as your father can’t rant at her for the unladylike footwear.

You follow her out with keys in hand. Your eyes skim the street. Stony is gone but that shadow isn’t. You turn to lock the door, your mind clinging to the speck near the bushes diagonal from Erlich’s rusty old truck.

“We should make something special tonight,” Adrienne says.

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” you smile. You always loved cooking. You would help your mother in the kitchen often and when you made your father one of her recipes, he was a little kinder. As kind as a man like him ever was.

You rub your cheek instinctively. Sometimes, a lot of times, he was less than kind. He was vicious. Venomous. You’re happy he’s gone but in the same, you’re sad about it. Not because he was good, no, he was never that, only because he was a constant. Losing that sort of permanence is earth-shaking.

Adrienne takes your hand, “he wouldn’t like this, but ma would.”

You smile at her, a bittersweet twinge in your eyes, “she would. I think I’m going to try one of their tea lattes. I always was eyeing that strawberry parfait one on the specials sign.”

“Oh, that sounds delicious.” She swings your arm. You feel like a child again even as those years feel so far behind you. “I need coffee. Double espresso at least.”

You laugh. She’s still young enough to have bad habits. Yours are just starting to really bug you.

As you come up to the cafe, another customer approaches from the other side of the pavement. The man opens the door and grins as he waves you in with a hand. You look him in the face, something you don’t often do but the prickle on the nape of your neck draws your eyes up.

He seems familiar but you can’t place him. Reddish brown hair, parted neatly and combed, a darker shade in his eyes, and a square jaw that frames an otherwise boyish face. He wears a burgundy suit and his lips slant in a grin.

“Ladies first,” he insists.

“Thank you,” you say and squeeze Adrienne’s hand.

You nod and pull her inside. Your hackles are up but your doubt is just as needling. It could be genuine intuition or it could be the effect of a lifetime of fear. No, you know better. At first glance, you know he’s one of those men. Like your father, like Barnes, he is dangerous.

He steps up behind you to join the line. Amid the crowded cafe, it is only him that you are aware of. There’s just that voice telling you to pay attention. The same one that screamed at you when your sister came home the night before you found out about your father. There’s something amiss here, and again, you can’t figure it out.

#peter parker #dark peter parker #dark!peter parker #peter parker x reader #mob au #au #drabble #series #spider-man #avengers #mcu #marvel #sense and sensibility

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wongyuseokie · 2 years ago

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Super Shy | j.w.w

Summary: Your boyfriend gets super shy when showered with affection, and it’s really adorable, so you won’t stop.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ implied smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 361 words

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff and fluff Content Warnings: Kissing and adorableness, just Wonwoo being the cutest human ever and me simping. One smutty comment. Wonwoo is like a little kitty.

Smut Warnings: One smutty comment and the use of the pet name kitten. Authors Note 1: This is all @seungkwansphd fault. Always enabling me.

Authors Note 2: There’s not much to this. It’s just me being a massive simp over Wonwoo. Here’s the TikTok that inspired this fic. Authors Note 3: This is just me babbling on. There's not much coherence. It's just me being in love. It's also his birthday month, so why not give him an unplanned fic. 💕

“Muah!” You said animatedly as you placed another kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek, making him smile fondly as he tried to hide his now very red face behind his adorable sweater paws.

“Babe?”

“Yes?”

“Any reason why you’ve been attacking me with kisses for the last half hour?” Wonwoo asked.

“I need a reason to smother you with love?” You teased.

“Well, no, it just does things to me,” Wonwoo mumbled.

“Like what?” You asked as you curled into his embrace further and started to play with the fabric of his sweater.

“It flusters me,” Wonwoo sighed.

“Baby,” you cooed, “we’ve been together for so long, and I still fluster you?”

“Yes, you do,” Wonwoo answered with a pout.

“You’re so cute,” you complimented as you placed another kiss on his cheek, making him giggle as he tightened his grip around you.

“It’s not fair,” Wonwoo mumbled.

“What’s not fair?” You asked as you ran your hands through his hair, making him almost purr in your lap.

“That you still can make me so super shy after so long,” Wonwoo whined, making you laugh.

“Baby,” you said, making him look up at you.

“You make me super shy at times, too, you know?”

“Yeah? When?” Wonwoo asked as he leaned forward to place a kiss on your jaw.

“Wonwoo,” you said with a soft sigh.

“When, kitten?” Wonwoo asked.

“Wonwoo!” You gasped.

“Ah, I see, I make you super shy when I’m like this, or is it just the word kitten?” Wonwoo teased, making you pout.

“You’re mean,” you whined, making him laugh.

“Come here, I just wanted to make you just as shy,” Wonwoo said as he pulled you in closer and placed his lips on yours. You melted into the kiss as he moved his soft lips against yours, his hands wrapped around you, making you moan into the kiss, allowing Wonwoo to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

You pulled away to catch your breath and smiled at him.

“Bedroom,” you mumbled.

“Oh?” Wonwoo said with a knowing smirk.

“I figured you’d want to show me how you’re not super shy?” You teased.

“Gladly, kitten.”

#wonwoo #seventeen #seventeen smut #seventeen fic #svthub #kvanity #indigo writes: wonwoo #super shy: j.w.w

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solaris-amethyst · 6 months ago

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💫 It's purrfect💫

✨Pairing: Ten x gn!reader ✨Prompt: Reader meets Ten's cats for the first time and is secretly a cat person too. ✨Requested by @skrrts🫶🏻 ✨Word count: 0.9k ✨Genre: fluff, non idol au, slice of life, drabble ☀️Authors Note: Thank you for requesting❣️ I enjoyed writing this fluffy little Drabble! Hope you enjoyed it💓🐱

"Okay so my kitty cats can be a bit all over the place sometimes but don't worry they're very sweet and loving! So perfect for someone who isn't used to cats." Ten told you as he opened the door to his apartment and let you in before stepping in himself and closing the door.

His three cats could be heard meowing as you took off your shoes and hung up your jacket. The little trotting sounds of their little paws hitting the floor came closer and closer as Ten lead you into the living room.

"There they are! My babies!" He says with a wide smile as he sat down on the floor to greet them.

You sat down on the fluffy carpet behind him, looking curiously at the three cats making their way into the living room. What neither you nor Ten expected was for all three to just breeze past him and make their way towards you, sniffing you curiously. The youngest cat Levi deciding to jump into your lap, curiously sniffing at you.

"What am I? Chopped liver??" Ten scoffs pretending to be offended that his cats ignored him before getting closer to you on the floor.

Levi let out a little meow as you scratched his head gently, closing his eyes purring. The other two cats vying for your attention as well, gently patting you with their little paws, asking for pets as well.

"They seem to love you already." Ten says in slight surprise "They're usually a bit more reserved when meeting new people. You must have really intrigued them to come straight up to you and not stand and stare at the other end of the room." He confesses causing you to smile at him before looking at the kitties.

"Awww did you guys find me interesting?" You say and to both of your surprises Leon meows at you, as if he's agreeing that they do find you interesting.

"Well, since you're doing pretty good with them I'm gonna go and get us some drinks and some treats for the boys." He say getting up "Call for me if they're getting too much or overwhelm you. Wouldn't want you to get a bad introduction with my cats since you're not a cat person yet."

You chuckle to yourself at the fact that he seems to have gotten it into his head that you're not a cat person at all when it's the complete opposite.

You absolutely adore cats and if you had the time and money you would have owned one already but unfortunately that wouldn't happen any time soon. Especially not when your landlord does not allow pets in the place you're currently living in.

Levi seems to be really content in your lap absolutely loving the attention he's getting from you. Louis and Leon both try to get your attention by meowing at you and gently pawing at you with their tiny little paws.

When Ten comes back with some drinks the two cats who had been vying for your attention had decided to try and climb up into your lap as well. Louis had successfully joined Levi whilst Leon looked absolutely offended he had not been able to join the others on your lap.

"Awww it's okay, I can still give you attention sweetie." You tell the brown cat, scratching him behind his ear. He makes a pleased face suddenly content again.

"Wow, I really have never seen them like this with anyone before. Are you sure you haven't been around cats before??" Ten asks, taking a sip from his drink as he snaps a few pictures on his phone.

"I never said I haven't Ten." You chuckle "I love cats, I wish I could own one you know. And these three cuties have definitely won my heart over. I mean look at them and their cute little faces." You tell him before giving Louis a little kiss on his head.

"Wait... You're a cat person?? I thought you had never been around them or like loved them like I do?!" He said suddenly looking a bit embarrassed that he had made an assumption about you without actually asking if it was true.

"Hey it's okay, you never asked and I never told you." You said with a smile, Ten looked thoughtful for a while before looking up at you excited.

"I just got it! Since they love you so much you can be cat sitting them in a few weeks when I go away for that dance competition!! I was worried about finding someone they'd like and here you are! You could stay at my apartment and everything!" He says looking at you with hopeful eyes, you look down at the cats asking them: "Would that be okay with you three darlings?"

The response is immediate, them meowing and purring louder as if agreeing that having you cat sit them is absolutely perfect.

"I think they agree." Ten beams, snapping another picture.

"It's decided then, I'll cat sit them in a few weeks. Then I'll get all the cuddles and give them all the kisses and scratches and treats they deserve." You say with adoration shining in your eyes looking at the kitty cats.

"It's purrfect in my eyes." Ten says while leaning forward to give Levi a pet. Happy you had agreed to it and that you got along so well with his three fur babies.

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mamamittens · 2 years ago

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Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Thatch AU End)

Platonic Yandere Thatch & G/N Reader

Main

Warnings: illness and drugging.

Word Count: 1,676

There were a great many things that you’d never be.

The tallest.

The strongest.

Free from this Yonko crew.

Sick.

This was simply reality as you’ve long since come to accept it—or… perhaps… in one particular case, refuse to accept otherwise. There would be none of that--! That--! Sniffling and sneezing nonsense from you! Nor wheezing and coughing!

Never happened and would never happen again.

Which is why, when you woke up to a coughing fit against Kotatsu’s suddenly very bristled fur, you knew it was nothing. Neither was the slight heat to your cheeks—you just felt embarrassed for startling the poor baby is all. Nothing a bit of cold water to your face couldn’t fix after consolation scritches to a cute pair of twitchy ears. Kotatsu’s rumbling purr rattling your lungs as the sweet kitty nearly flattened you beneath his hefty weight.

You grimaced as mucus rattled in your lungs with a particularly deep breath.

Absolutely nothing to worry about at all.

The cold water soothed the ache behind your eyes and you resolved to see how soon you could learn to breath underwater just to maintain the pleasant sensation when there was a knock on the door.

Ah. Shit.

“Ye—hng—! Yeah!?” You started to cough and quickly cleared your throat.

The door opened and you looked to find Thatch scowling as Kotatsu brushed past him.

“How did you… never mind. Hey, there!” Thatch grinned, “Ready to help make breakfast?”

You scowled, instantly knowing that was a very bad idea.

If you were sick—not that you were but if—then helping make food would just spread it to the whole damn ship.

It was rather unfortunate that ‘forced bonding’ time was part of your ongoing grounding that seemed to be an excuse at this point.

“I—henghk!” You started but quickly broke off into a cough, tucking your face into your elbow as the jerky motion took over your whole body. Your lungs screaming with every jar and face growing hot with exertion.

“Oh shit, are you sick?” Thatch asked in concern, walking up to help steady you as you rode out the harsh motions.

“C-Co—heurgh—urse not! D-Don’t say stupid things like th-at!” You sputtered, still wheezing a little.

Thatch snorted, lips quirking as he grabbed a rag from the sink and poured cold water over it. After wringing it out he pressed it over your hot face.

“Welp, there goes my plan for the day. C’mon. Back to bed. I’ll bring oatmeal in a bit.” Thatch cooed, laughing a little as you whined and huffed.

“Not sick!” You denied.

“Oh really? Does that mean you’re going to spend time cooking breakfast with your big brother?” Thatch teased, easily forcing your trembling body to sit on the bed. You gave him a nasty look.

“I should sneeze on you.” You hissed. Not deterred in the slightest, Thatch grinned cheekily.

“What good would that do if you’re not sick, huh?” Thatch pushed you down and settled the blanket back over you. “I’ll pick up some cold medicine to take with your oatmeal.”

Huffing, you tried to sit up only for Thatch’s hands to press firmly over your shoulders.

“Noooooooo! Not! Sick!” You denied petulantly. Thatch snorted and quickly retreated.

“Sure thing, kiddo.” You groaned as he closed the door and locked it.

Great. Now you couldn’t run off and hide somewhere even if you wanted to. All you could do was lay there, definitely not sick, and wallow in misery. Wet coughs plaguing you when you started muttering bitterly to yourself. Somewhere in between feverishly hoping Marco doesn’t learn of your condition to mother hen you to death and that Thatch gets the silly idea that you’re sick out of his head, you must have passed out.

Time moved in a thick, hazy mass. Fitful sleep muffled under static and heat. You woke feeling somehow worse than before if you even fell asleep to begin with. The ship heaving underneath you in harsh motions that clashed chaotically with the pulsing headache behind your eyes.

The sound of locks sliding muffled under a thick layer of cotton as the door opened broke your confused thoughts.

“Heeeey~ Got your food.” Thatch’s voice drifted in from the light softly.

“…noooooo.” You whined, burying your face into the pillow as the door closed and there was a soft shuffling.

You hated being sick. It made your head fuzzy and anxiety to crawl up your spine. You felt Thatch’s hand curl under your head and shoulders as he lifted you up with a pitying huff.

“Geez, sweetie, I wasn’t gone for that long and you’re already feverish.” Thatch murmured, carefully propping you up when all you wanted to do was bury your head in your pillow. You shuddered, leaning against him with a low whine. “Aw, c’mon now. You gotta eat and then you can go back to sleep, deal?”

You sniffled, throat tickling as you rubbed your eyes. Thatch felt more like a rock against your side as he gently passed a bowl over to you. It was definitely oatmeal, flakes of fruit on the top, it’s weight warm between your trembling hands.

You…You could remember the last time you got sick. It was while you were in your early days of the marines, your devil fruit very new and you slept in the barracks. A bug went around and you managed to dodge it until after everyone else had already gotten through it. So you were quarantined to prevent another go around the entire base. It was a miserable week where your fever raged and you sweated clean through your pajamas several times over. The medicine they gave you not enough to knock you out, so you were… sort of awake the entire time. Not that you had a coherent thought for a majority of it. Food mostly consisted of clear soup from a can and crackers.

You woke up clinging to your pillow so damp you thought you’d overslept and someone dumped a bucket of water over you.

You ended up in the medical bay for another three days from dehydration.

Maybe it was the fever, the cold chills that rocked your body, or the soft and sweet scent of a very light oatmeal. But something dripped down your nose—not snot, thankfully. But thick tears that splashed onto your oatmeal.

You looked up at Thatch, barely able to see him clearly without your glasses and through your tears, and sniffled.

“You’re such a good big brother.” You whispered thickly before he could say anything about your state. He looked shocked and conflicted. Expression twisting between delight and something bordering on upset rage.

He cleared his throat.

“It’s just oatmeal…” Thatch reassured you, brushing away your tears. You kept crying anyway despite his efforts, quickly eating the oatmeal that had a suspiciously familiar taste that had nothing to do with breakfast.

You could not believe you were saying this but…

“Thank fuck you drugged this. I don’t wanna be conscious right now.” You whined, eating a bit faster as he choked while still crying. It tasted a little different this time. Likely the cold medicine he mentioned before. Good. You never liked the bitter taste of medicine and Thatch knew what he was doing when it came to food. When you finished, you looked at him with the saddest expression you could muster. “…could you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep, Thatch?” You asked softly.

He sighed, smiling with a nod as he slid into the bed beside you, pulling you up against his chest. His arms firm and reassuring around your aching body.

“Alright, I was planning on hiding from Marco for not telling him you were sick anyway.” Thatch chuckled.

You closed your eyes, curling closer as you laughed.

“…I meant it…” He squeezed your shoulder and whispered into your ear.

“I know, sweetie. Go to sleep now.”

--*--

You shuffled into the kitchen, your illness having long since passed with Thatch managing to escape with only a short bug.

There were several others at work with Thatch looking over the list of supplies, planning the day’s meal with mutterings under his breath. With a quick wink to the surprised chefs, you slipped in close and hugged him.

“—need to use those beans before—shit!” Thatch blinked in shock, head whipping around to see you smiling up at him.

“Morning, brother. Where did you want me for ‘family bonding activities’?” You asked with a playful huff. His expression fell as he clearly froze in shock. A tad nervous you broke him, you glanced around to the others that were clearly laughing at him.

Before you could say anything further, you were snapped up into a tight hug as Thatch laughed.

“You called me brother!” Thatch crowed gleefully. You wheezed in his embrace, arms locked to your sides as he bounced around in victory.

“Ack! T-This isn’t the first time!? Why are you losing your shit?!” You screeched indignantly, kicking your legs as you tried not to laugh. He’d think he could do this sort of thing all the time if you did.

“But you were sick! It doesn’t count then!” Thatch denied. You huffed, glaring down at him.

“Do you think I’d call just anyone ‘brother’, ever?” You hissed, face hot. “Who do you think I am?! I should demote you back down to Twin-Blade for this.”

Thatch’s expression twisted into horror as he quickly put you down and held you to his chest.

“No! Please don’t go back to those cold, distant days!” Thatch bemoaned, resting his cheek on your head.

Despite huffing and squirming, you hugged him back with a soft, hidden smile.

“…fine. I’ll forgive you, brother.” You said quietly against his chest. He squeezed you gently with a pleased sigh.

“Thanks, sweet pea… ready to help make breakfast?” He asked, finally pulling away with a bright, beaming smile.

“Yeah, I am.” You smiled back, pushing up your glasses again.

#one piece #platonic yandere #one piece yandere #oh sweet child of mine #thatch one piece #oddly hard to find gender neutral nicknames on the spot ngl

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kookieswan · 2 years ago

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Shades of Us - Rainbow Flames

Poly!NamGi x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Poly!AU, College!AU, loads of fluff for this one! Established relationship this time around.

Warnings: Some nsfw talk and mentions of sex.

Notes: A birthday gift for my pretty baby @sugarflywme . I hope you like it love, and I hope you had a wonderful birthday ♥️🤍

This is a snippet from the Shades of Us series. Find the Masterlist here!🎨

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“Welcome home beautiful.” It’s the first thing you hear opening the door to your apartment, the sound of Namjoon’s low voice and Yoongi’s suspicious giggles the second and third. You catch a glimpse of steamers on the ceiling before there’s something wrapped loosely around your eyes.

“Well, I expected a blindfold would come into play but not quite like this. Can’t I see?” Yoongi hums behind you in negative as he tightens the blindfold, Namjoon likely being the one to take your free hand. You drop your purse on the floor as he takes the other hand, gently swinging them back and forth with his.

“Oh, I have plans for later baby girl. But for now, no can do. We’ve got a special surprise for you.” It’s said with such warmth, an amount that makes you grin goofily after the long day of classes you had. These two, you swear… Can’t leave them alone for a second without them doing something impossibly sweet. Yoongi pats your shoulder before leaving a chaste kiss against your cheek, moving around you slowly.

“Joonie is going to lead you forward, just follow his tall ass. Joon, don’t let her fall or I’ll bite you.” With that, you’re led further into the house, Namjoon moving relatively slow as if not to trip you. Poor guy could probably trip over air without even trying, so you’re thankful for the caution. You’ve seen him knock Yoongi over on accident one too many times.

“Ah, what a scary thought. My adorable tiny boyfriend biting me with his little teeth. I’ll let you have a taste later kitten.” It makes you laugh, the imagery of Yoongi biting into the meat of Namjoon’s thick bicep; It’s not hard to imagine since you’ve seen it in many forms before after all. Joon finally stops you in front of what feels like the island in the kitchen, hand squeezing yours before letting go. You feel Yoongi come up behind you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders warmly.

“I will smother you with your own pillow, don’t fucking play with me tree man. Now, be a good boy and take off her blindfold.” There’s a pause as you wait, then a loud smacking noise as Yoongi yells out, his body jolting into yours slightly. Namjoon just laughs breathily and undos the blindfold, the darkness shying away and presenting a very pink cake to you.

“Oh wow, it looks delicious! And the decorations are adorable.” Streamers and balloons are tossed around, so many pretty colors wrapped together. The cake is very clearly homemade, the frosting going this way and that. There’s little strawberries painted onto it, a very messy “Happy Birthday!” scrawled onto the top of it in a pretty green. Rainbow colored candles with sparkles liter the boarders, a very solid choice. It’s absolutely perfect.

“I let Namjoon bake it the first time out of morbid curiosity. I’m sure you can imagine how that went. Here’s a clue: bad.” Yoongi peers down over your shoulder at the cake, eyes slitted minutely. As you look up at him, his smile gives away how fond he really is. Namjoon could have burned down the house and you both would have forgave him in an instant.

“Hush kitty, it was only a little burnt. Probs still edible but hey, only the best for our pretty birthday girl.” You definitely would have ate it no matter what, but you’re silently thankful that you don’t have to crunch on burnt bread. Yoongi shifts before snorting, voice very clearly teasing.

“… Joon there was a fire-“ Namjoon instantly holds a finger up to your other boyfriends mouth, making very loud shushing noises as he does so. Yoongi tries to talk over him to no avail, both of their voices getting louder and louder. Ah, there’s nothing like spending time with the loves of your life.

“OKAYYYYY, anyway! It’s strawberry because it’s your favorite and Yoongi was in charge the third time around aha.” Third time…? Interesting. You’re surprised Yoon let him touch the stove at all but good on him for trying. You’re actually a little sad you missed it.

“… What happened the second time…?” Curiosity is definitely going to annihilate the cat but hey, you can’t help it. They’re both quiet before Namjoon clears his throat, eyes avoiding yours. Turning to look up at Yoon again, you note that his cheeks are a little pink.

“I may… Or may not have got distracted by Namjoon’s dick. I place all the blame on him. He’s an insatiable heathen.” Joon just shrugs with a nod, not even trying to deny it. One cake lost to a fire, another to Namjoons dick… It’s certainly a wonder you even got a whole one.

“Mmh, well either way, thank you for the cake loves, it looks absolutely perfect.” Yoon lets go of you and runs around the island, only to pull a drawer open and whip out a lighter. If Namjoon cooking was concerning, Yoongi playing with fire is even more so. Especially so when he’s smiling like that.

“I’ll do the honor of lighting the candles. I’d like to note that I did not pick them out, I wanted black ones to reflect my eternal despair.” He starts to light the candles with glee, Namjoon watching with raised brows before turning his attention back toward you. You try not to get too excited at the multicolored flames.

“I picked them out. Rainbow because it makes me think of you and ALSO to represent our beautiful love. A win win.” What a huge sap, a literal teddy bear of a man. Without warning, Namjoon starts belting out happy birthday, Yoongi quietly singing along as he finishes lighting the candles. You shuffle closer, smiling shyly as they finish up the tune.

With a flourish, you blow out the candles in one fell swoop, your boyfriends cheering for you as you do. Both of their smiles make you melt, all dimples and gums and all yours. Maybe your wish was to be with them forever, maybe it wasn’t. You’ll never tell.

“The happiest birthday to me. Now, please feed me some cake boyfriends.”

#shades of us #poly namgi x reader #poly namgi #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff #yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi x y/n #yoongi fluff #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts fluff #Namjoon x Yoongi

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fairyofshampgyu · 2 years ago

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Now Live ! Stream: 7

Genre: smut, camboy au, college au, crack

Pairing: camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)

Warnings: camboy, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, titty sucking, hand job, edging, pussy eating, thigh fucking

Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he even goes to the same uni as you, is in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

Word count: 3k

Beomgyu elicits a drawled, muffled moan, eyes ever so slowly rolling to the back of his head in his content state. His head laying on your lap and mouth and face stuffed with your pretty tits as he drooled and sucked them so blissfully whilst your hand went to stroke him off as well.

He gazes up at you with his glossy, doe, brown eyes as his lips moved animatedly and licked and sucked at your tits continuously.

You quicken your pace on his wet dick, bringing your hand to twist at his sensitive tip and his body slightly jerks, mouth popping off your tits as he moans even louder.

Slight drool dribbles down the corner of his pretty parted lips and you take the opportunity to lean down and kiss them instead, sloppily and slowly making out with him, licking at the seams of his lips.

His hand goes up to grope one of your tits and you pull away from the kiss, string of saliva connecting and falling as beomgyu whines, attempting to chase after you but fails and so latches onto your tits again to stimulate and fixate his mouth, your hand still jerking him off and moving up and down on his length, sounds of people donating money flowing in consecutively.

“Let me cum please-ah-so close…” Beomgyu groans against you.

“Hmm…what do you think guys? Should we let Angel cum just yet?” You grin mischievously, watching the series of comments surge through, chuckling as majority say no. Beomgyu shakes his head furiously at the suggestion.

@luvsangelss: No. Make the brat cry.

@556heartsub: don’t even let him cum at all!

@live4angel: aw I feel bad >_<! But don’t let him cum just yet!

Beomgyu gazes up at you, trying his hardest to give his best puppy eyes to you and look sorrowful, pleading for you to be kind to him knowing it was his only resort left. But alas, you don’t give in to his manipulation that easily.

“Just a little longer, baby. You think you can be good and last for the viewers?” But beomgyu only whines loudly and frustratedly.

“Don’t want to.” He furrows his brows and pouts and huffs.

“That’s not being grateful to your loyal fans now is it?” You tut at him and giggle and his pout deepens.

But beomgyu attempts to, knowing what you’d do if he doesn’t as you now pump his dick at a ruthless speed, sticky noise and his moans filling the room.

Beomgyu whimpers and shakes his head in your lap, “c-can’t please! Need to-ahh!” You only tighten your grasp and go harder until his legs thrash and beomgyu cries, trying to hold in his impending orgasm.

“Just a little more, baby.” You say as your other hand shoves his legs open and wider so you can play with his cute, full and swollen balls that makes him choke out another moan.

“Cum for me.” And he screams, his seed gushing out and ruining his tummy and his new hello kitty belly piercing as he pants and shuts his eyes, arm thrown over his face.

You move his hand away as he heavily breathes and he looks up at you again with starry eyes, hair sticking to his forehead and face glistening and flushed, awaiting a kiss. So you lean down where he rests on your laps, lifting his chin up and kissing his lips one more time before ending the stream and seeing how much you made in a total today.

Finally, the anticipated christmas concert had come around and to say you were nervous was an understatement. As you stood behind stage, frantically making sure everyone had their music sheets, that everyone was tuned right and no instrument was suddenly broken and that all likely horrible scenarios you could possibly think of was dealt with, you still couldn’t help feeling that things could go so wrong or that it just wasn’t good enough.

You know you and beomgyu had to live up to or hopefully do even greater than previous students who had organised the creative arts performance which was always a highlight of your university.

Theatre students had just finished eccentrically acting out multiple scenes of classic christmas plays and films with their own twist for their performance and the applause swere heard greatly even from where you were as you nervously chew on your lip.

You see beomgyu coming into view as he had come back from checking with the lighting, heading towards you, “Hey, you’re not nervous are you?”

“What? Psh…No. Why would I be nervous right now? I’m really relaxed and chilled right now in fact.” You try to act calm and dismiss him.

Beomgyu only chuckles, taking your slightly quivering hands into his own and softly stroked them with his thumb.

“It’s going to go great, y/n. We’ve both put a lot of work into it and we both know it sounds amazing already. Don’t get worked up over it, it’ll be fine. You worked hard, okay?” He smiles at you, still holding your hands.

Well, he’s certainly managed to rank it lower in preoccupying thoughts because now all you can think about is beomgyu’s soft hands.

Taehyun and Kai had also snuck backstage to give you both a little encouraging ‘good luck!’ before it was your turn only to find that they had seemingly nearly imposed on a little moment between you both. Both Kai and taehyun giggle quietly.

“Man, he is so whipped.” Taehyun whispers.

Huening kai hums in agreement, just as bewildered, “I remember in elementary school I told beomgyu I was too scared to talk to my crush so he thought it was the funniest shit and violently shoved me into them and giggled and ran away! They never talked to me again! I’ll never forgive.”

They both decide to finally make an appearance, coming out from the shadows and clearing their throats, you and beomgyu instantly stopping holding hands and turning to look in opposite directions.

They both laugh at that.

“I hope we weren’t intruding on something.” Hueningkai smirks.

“Huh? Wha..No?” You cough at scratch at the back of your head.

“I think it’s time for us to go up. Let’s go.” Beomgyu quickly takes your hand and drags you up the stairs, huening kai and taehyun shouting out a ‘good luck!’ as you both make it to the stage, lights casting on both of you and the other musicians who had all scrambled to their seats and sections.

You quietly give a thumbs up to the rest of the music ensemble and you both introduce yourselves and the music department this year, starting with the first arrangement, beomgyu’s turn to conduct as he begins gesturing his hands.

And it goes well. Far from well in fact, spectacular. When you finish, you can see your professor return a satisfied half smile, applauding as do the audience. He even comes up afterwards to congratulate you both himself which you and beomgyu exchange a smug grin with each other, lazy smiles on both your overjoyed faces as you make it back to beomgyu’s place for a post celebration.

But when you get to the corridor outside his place and finally open the door, the pleased feeling you both have seemingly translates into something else, beomgyu gazing down at your lips with half lidded eyes, you doing the same before you’re roughly pinning him against the now closed door, lips crashing onto his and kissing down his jaw, beomgyu’s hand holding onto your waist tightly as he gasps in between the desperate kisses.

Suddenly, you’re being pushed by an eager beomgyu onto the bed, still kissing you as he begins to rid your bottom half desperately and whining into your mouth.

Beomgyu grips onto the flesh of your thighs and moves himself in between your legs, kissing your inner thighs all over and then throwing them over his shoulders as he stares at your pussy in awe, seemingly in a trance.

Experimentally, he kitten licks at your clit and looks up at you cutely to see your reaction to which you moan at and that’s enough to get beomgyu crazed, suffocating and pushing his head deeper into your pussy as you surprisingly yelp.

“Am I making you feel good? Tell me I’m making you feel good, y/nnn” Beomgyu frustratingly whines, bottom lip jutting out and stoping at your lack of praise. But to be fair, how can he expect you to form even coherent thoughts at how good and prettily he was eating you out.

“So good…so good for me, beomie. Gonna make me cum. You’re doing so well. You’re such a good boy for me. So pretty.” Muddled praises leaving your mouth but they seem to spur beomgyu to continue, eyes becoming more twinkling and he’s eating you out more intensely than before, fluffy hair cutely disheveled and swaying messily with every move he makes.

Beomgyu wrap his lips around your clit, sucking on it harshly as muffled moans escape his lips and he inserts two of his slender fingers into you, fucking them into you so needily, trying to get you to cum so bad.

He looks up at your through his pretty eyelashes with his big puppy eyes, pretty lips all wet from your juices and spit. God, he’s so fucking gorgeous. And the look alone is enough to drive you over the edge, cumming as he laps it all up with his tongue flicking over continuously and obsessively.

You lift him up and hesitantly he stops gripping on your thighs, he probably could have stayed there between them forever if you let him.

“Wait, can I…can I fuck your thighs…? Please, please.” Beomgyu asks a little shyly.

You move the hair out his eyes, “Of course, baby.”

Thank you’s leaving his mouth as he pushes your thighs together and then slips his cock through them, beomgyu’s hips stuttering at just that and he whimpers so loud and high pitched.

Snapping his hips forward, he fucks your thighs restless and erratically, going insane from just fucking your plush thighs and you find it so cute.

The sight of your jiggling thighs and tits making beomgyu’s eyes roll as he slumps and still tries pathetically thrusting into them but knowing he won’t last long, head falling into your shoulder as he gasps and moans.

“So pathetic, going dumb just from my thighs are you, baby?” You coo at him meanly and his movements only become frantically faster.

“F-fuck…ah…yeah” Beomgyu tries to respond, eyes all glazed up and head hazy. It’s only then you realise this is all happening with no camera insight but some reason you’re finding you like it even more so, and you can’t bring yourself to even think about what this might mean.

You squeeze your thighs more together and with a gasp, beomgyu bites down and nips at your shoulder, a loud strangled mewl tumbling out as his mouth as hot cum coats your thighs messily and beomgyu goes slack jawed.

Deciding you wanted to get some practice in before your lecture started, you went into one of the small practice rooms and ran through a few scales on your saxophone and a few pieces you had been learning recently, although giving up on the hard sections and playing the parts you already knew so the practice wasn’t all that efficient, you must admit.

Once you believed you’d done enough and your class would be starting soon, you zipped up your instrument back in its case, opening the door only for your case to go flying right out of your hand and skidding across the floor, bumping into someone who had come out of one of the other practice rooms and their very massive case they were holding.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” He’s quick to pick up your case, handing it back to you apologetically.

“It’s okay!” Noticing the instrument, you try to be friendly and not make the situation more awkward, “You play cello right? We could have done with another one last night. How come you’re not part of the orchestra?”

“Oh yeah I watched it. You and beomgyu did really well.” He smiles politely at you.

“Thank you! You know beomgyu?”

He turns suddenly tense at that, rubbing the back of his neck, “Um yeah. I used to be part of the orchestra with him but then I stopped going.”

“Oh cool.” You don’t try to pry him about why he left, feeling awkward yourself. “What’s your name by the way?”

“It’s Haechan.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Haechan. I’ve gotta go to my class.” You wave a goodbye, heading to your lecture room.

Sitting in your class, you scan the room to see if beomgyu was here but you couldn’t seem to find him. He hadn’t skipped any lectures recently like he used to. You check your phone to see if you missed a text from him. None. You text him yourself but he doesn’t respond. Where was he?

The lecture begins and he’s nowhere to be seen and you can’t seem to focus on what your professor is saying, you know it’s something about Spectral music, but your thoughts spiral far from it.

You tune in to the conversation going on behind you, two girls whispering and giggling and from what you can hear, playing a a game of fuck, marry, kill with the music department’s professors. Some of the answers making it hard for yourself not to chuckle.

Soon they play another round, “Fuck, marry, kill…the three chois. Beomgyu, Soobin, yeonjun.” They both burst into a quiet fit of giggles.

“Wait who’s Soobin?”

“You don’t know him? He’s that Literature student who works part time in the library.”

“Oh! Him! He’s cute! Hmmm. Fuck Beomgyu, Marry Soobin, kill yeonjun.”

“What? You’d seriously fuck Choi Beomgyu?” One of the girls incredulously laughs.

“What? Is that not what he’s well known for? I’d so fuck him. He’s hot.”

“But he’s just a sleazy man whore! He fucks anyone.”

“Well what would you do?”

“Marry Yeonjun and fuck Soobin. He’s tall, you know he’s got a big-”

The professor clears his throat. You’re not sure if he was able to actually hear, but the two girls quickly shut up anyway and the giggles die down. You can’t help thinking the conversation was very amusing, trying not to laugh. It’s funny to see how beomgyu is depicted and how you had also thought the same. Little did they know he was a subby camboy and a virgin before you came along.

Once the lecture finally ends, you spring out of your seat, rushing out and hurrying to beomgyu’s place as fast as you could.

You huff and puff as you slam open his door, crouching and panting and resting your hands on your knees, “Where were you?! You didn’t message me! And you didn’t respond to my texts and-”

“I’m dying.” Beomgyu croaks and sniffles, laying in his bed like a cooked vegetable, wrapped up in a blanket and tissues strewn across his mattress, lips heavily and exaggeratedly downturned.

“You’re ill.”

“Same thing.”

You sigh and roll your eyes, “Have you had any medicine?”

“No…” He grabs another tissue, sneezing rather loudly and unappealingly into it.

You go to scavenge his cabinets for a medicine similar to his symptoms and take it back to him where he shakes his head, “I’m not taking that. It’s fucking nasty.”

“Okay stay ill then. I have to go.”

“Wait! You can’t leave me whilst I’m suffering and struggling to live! Fine…i’ll…take it.” He’s quick to change his mind, not wanting to be left alone and wanting some company around.

Laughing, you pour some of it into a spoon and bring it to his cute face as he eyes it down warily and frowns.

“It’s not going to kill you, you know.”

“It might!” But with a resigned sigh, beomgyu reluctantly swallows the medicine, grimacing at the taste and shuddering, “Ew!”

You burst into more laughter at his reaction.

“You’re supposed to be comforting me right now, show me some sympathy.” Beomgyu grumbles and his lower lip juts out into a fully fledged pout at you.

“Fine, fine. What can I do?”

A mischievous glint sparkles in Beomgyu's eyes. “…you know what would make me feel much better?”

You narrow your eyes, “…what?”

“Cuddles.” Beomgyu declares, corner of his lips curling into a smirk.

You scoff and give him a disgusted look. "Cuddles? You’re diseased.”

Beomgyu's expression quickly shifts to that of a wounded puppy. He lets out a loud whine, exaggerated and melodramatic, “But I need cuddles please! It’s not contagious I promise!”

Caught between frustration and amusement, you can’t help but give in. "Fine. But I swear if I get ill-”

“Yay!”

As you reluctantly settle next to beomgyu, he wastes no time practically jumping excitedly and snuggling up to you like an oversized teddy bear as you hold him.

You couldn’t help but softly brush beomgyu’s hair off his forehead, fingers lingering longer than necessary and ending up playing with his soft long strands instead. He nuzzles up even closer to you, resembling that of an affectionate puppy, wide content smile etched on his face as his eyes remain blissfully shut, resting his head close to your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. Something about it pulled at your heartstrings as you stay intertwined for a while.

But as the afternoon sun began to set, you clear your throat and reluctantly pull away. "I should probably go," You murmur, voice barely above a whisper.

Beomgyu looks up at you, frowning at the loss of contact, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and hesitation. "Yeah... I guess."

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 1 year ago

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I mentioned the other day I wanted to write something with the lesbian version of the Crowlien au, so here's something with the wives before their lives were horribly changed because of aliens.

Warning: flashback that is safe, present day is... not so much, missing limb

On with the fic!

Crowley was breathing, but did she really need to?

She could feel pain, but that seemed so cruel, so very cruel. Why would anyone program an android to have pain receptors?

She stared at the ceiling, the lights were still red, but the alarms had turned off a while ago. Bentley was curled up next to her, sleeping, as if chaos had not happened over the past few hours. There was no noise other than the typical sounds of the ship, a few sounds of sparks, from a broken piece of wall or Crowley's leg, she wasn't sure.

Fuck, what a way to find out the truth about yourself. And just moments before your beautiful, amazing, angel of a wife sacrificed herself!

Crowley let out a ragged sob as she looked towards the airlock, sealed tight, with no hint of Aziraphale returning. She had no idea what happened beyond those doors, but it had to have been an hour, maybe longer. There was no sign of the alien, no sign of Aziraphale.

It was just Crowley now.

It was never meant to be just Crowley. This was supposed to be a simple mining mission...

"One more week." Crowley said with an exaggerated sigh, stepping into her shared flat with her wife. Bentley came towards her with chirpy meows and the redhead scooped up her baby, giving the cat kisses all over her face.

"One more week, indeed." Aziraphale said as she stepped out of the kitchen, flour on her hands, her cheek, all over her apron. Oh no, she was stress baking.

"Angel, you no we can't take any of that with us, whatever it is you're bakin'. We're gonna be stuck eating the slop that the company provides for us." Crowley kissed her as she walked over, then stepped into the kitchen.

"I know, I know. But..." She could see Aziraphale pout.

Crowley smirked and set Bentley down, he ran off to do whatever it was that curious kitties did. "You want me to sneak on contraband on our very important mission? Hm? Is that what you're tryin' to ask me, Dr. Fell?"

Aziraphale huffed, turning her nose up at her wife, but her smile gave her away. "It would violate the rules they have of what we can and cannot bring aboard!"

"Ah, but when have I ever been a rule follower, angel?"

"You fiend." Aziraphale laughed and pulled Crowley into a hug. "I made your favorites, you'll be happy to have them when you wake up! Oh! And speaking of..."

Crowley kissed her forehead. "Don't worry, I spoke with Tracy. She'll have the AI inject you with E while you're in cryo-sleep."

"Oh! You beautiful dear!" Aziraphale was grinning as she lifted Crowley up and spun her around. "You always take good care of me!"

"Of course I do!" Crowley laughed as her feet were set back on the floor. "I love doing things for you, it makes me so happy to be your hero!"

Aziraphale laughed and stepped back, dusting the flour off of Crowley's black jacket. "That it does, dear. But one day, I'll get to be your hero!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes! Maybe in this mission I'll get to be your knight in shining armor!"

"Ha! If Furfur hits on me again, you can play hero then."

Aziraphale snorted and laughed, pulling her in for a kiss. "Yes, yes, I suppose that could count. Now, come on, you deserve a treat. I've got the most scrumptious raspberry white chocolate scone for you to try!"

"You wanted to play hero, angel." Crowley whimpered, turning away from the door. Her eyes back on the ceiling, she tried to ignore the spasm she felt in her damaged leg, she could smell burning metal and wires. She didn't dare look at the fluid on her hand, she didn't want to know if it was red or white.

Another sob escaped her. "Well, you did it. You got to be my hero. But at what cost!?"

No one answered her, not that she expected one.

She was alone now, just her and a cat.

And no heroic angel in sight.

I made myself sad with this one.

A reminder, Aziraphale is a trans woman in this au, because yes. Also, I love trans woman Aziraphale, we need more of her in the fandom. (and just more t4t ineffables really).

Yes, Crowley found out she was an android in this au before her leg was damaged. I wanted her to have a more startling realization than what Aziraphale got in the main au, and the damaged leg also means she gets a weird saunter to her walk when she repairs herself. And yes, she had no idea she was one, just like Aziraphale hadn't known.

#good omens #crowlien au #ineffable wives #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #crowley #john's drabbles

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kessielrg · 1 year ago

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Kingdom Hearts AU: Lay in the Fire: Part 3

Summary: In which Ventus presents Aqua a traveler to feed on, with the promise that she will keep her alive. Things get messy from there.

Notes: Another thing based on luxmoogle’s vampire AU. Sponsored by Tove Lo’s Come Undone from her studio album, Sunshine Kitty. Much longer this time and with 60% of my usual shenanigans. 😘

Word Count: 2,495

Series: Stupid Kids: 1. Drink Deep: 1, 2, [3], 4

AO3 Link: here

Aqua was no fool. She knew the moment when both Ventus and Sabrina looked to her that something was amiss. When Ven came to the library as promised, he didn’t so much as acknowledge Aqua. She only let it go because she knew her familiar was still a child -a human- with all the growing pains and emotions that went with it.

Even though they would all be rather trivial in the long run.

The two sat in their usual places as they read. Tension slowly filled the room with each turn of the page. Each little flutter of paper was becoming a grinding wood saw instead. It was unbearable. Aqua had to break the silence.

“Did you two have a good walk?”

“It was alright.”

Aqua pursed her lips together. The cheerful, almost lovestruck, Ventus from this morning was gone completely. This wasn’t normal.

“Ven, did something happen?” Aqua gently probed.

Everything in Ventus’s body clenched. She gave him time, but the answer was killing her. Just as she assumed he wouldn’t say anything at all, he asked a question in a voice she didn’t recognize.

“Why did you do it?”

“Pardon?”

Ventus looked at his master. A fire was laid in his eyes. A fury that Aqua could barely remember the last time she’d seen firsthand.

“You promised me, Aqua! You promised you would hold back!”

Aqua gently closed her book, planning on giving her familiar a gentle talk. It was easy to forget things you always knew- especially when a new variable was added to the usual routines.

“Ven, you know it’s not always easy to-” she started, but he cut her off quickly by slamming his hands into the table.

“I don’t care! You ruined her trust in me! In us! You could control it if you wanted to, and you didn’t!”

Aqua’s eyebrows furrowed. “Now wait a minute-”

Ventus stood up. A storm was pouring now, and there was no calming it.

“She knew you were watching Aqua. She knew without us even talking about it! I like her, Aqua. But I can’t get close when you don’t trust me enough to be alone. With anything. You’re suffocating, Aqua. There are times when I just… just hate you!”

Now it was Aqua’s turn to stand up.

“Ventus, you will not talk to me like that.” she warned. It only added fuel to the fire.

“I want to travel with her, Aqua. I want to explore the world just like she does. But I can’t. I can’t because of YOU.” He pushed back angered tears before finally hitting on an explosive thought. “You know what? I hate that I’m your familiar! I can’t do anything alone because you’re there even if I didn’t want you to be, every emotion is shared, barely any thoughts and most actions I have are my own, and it’s so… so BULLSHIT! You should have killed me when you had the chance. I bet baby humans taste a lot like veal. Then you’d just be some sad old lady in an empty old castle, wearing the skin of a-”

“Silence!” Aqua demanded.

Ventus’s mouth immediately snapped closed. His eyes, however, flashed with incredible hatred, and his fists were clenched tight enough to turn his knuckles white. Even though he couldn’t verbally communicate now at Aqua’s wish, his body still made his emotions obvious.

It took everything in Aqua to calmly walk closer to him. Standing tall, Aqua refused to look weak at a moment like this. There were still rules. This was still her castle. And he, for better or worse, was her familiar and he would listen in one way or another. He had to.

“You knew the risks, Ventus. You accepted them, and still are. There is no turning back from that.”

Ven’s glare darkened.

“Furthermore, I wouldn’t have let you undertake those trials if I didn’t think you could handle them. To commit to them. I’ve made a mistake, yes, but letting you become my familiar is not. Always remember that.”

Ven slowly unclenched his fists, but his face remained steely.

“We can discuss Sabrina’s visit more in the morning.” the vampire then told him. “When we’re able to think with clearer heads. Now, resume as you were, and good night.”

At first, all Ventus could do was shake his head. With permission to speak once more, the only words he said to her were “You’re awful, Aqua.” before leaving. She did not stop him. Her anger also had to calm at this point before pursuing him further. Aqua’s gaze turned downward, noticing the book Ven had been reading. It was a novel based on a ballet.

Its name was Giselle.

It was late at night when the door to the guest room opened. Sabrina, far too deep into sleep, didn’t notice. Like a ghost, Aqua strode in without a sound. She went to the bedside and looked over the sleeping traveler. The young woman’s naturally light-curled hair spread behind her as she slept on her side. It would have made for a beautiful painting; a beauty with coal black hair and snow white skin that glowed under the moonlight, dancing in careless circles across the haunted woods. The spirit of midnight wildlife itself.

“Why are you so special to him?”

Aqua raised her hand to graze it over the traveler’s cheek. Sabrina stirred, slightly, but did not wake up. Unafraid of being caught, Aqua moved her hand from Sabrina’s face to her neck. There she could feel the pulse of a heart that refused to cease beating. It had been through much this past day. It could have also been seen as mocking. Blood had the voice of its owner, after all.

Instinct told Aqua to kill the young woman. She had already lost so much blood, and oh-so much could be regained within a day. One last long, deep drink would do the trick. Just like last time. Aqua could dispose the body right outside the travelers’ camp. No one would be any the wiser.

But Ven would know. It would be impossible for him not to.

Aqua carefully pulled her hand away. Staring at Sabrina for several moments, she then bent down low to the traveler’s ear.

“I don’t know whether to bless you, or to curse you.” Aqua admitted in a soft, low voice. “You’re neither sweet or sour either, so perhaps that’s natural.”

Aqua’s lips touched the traveler’s earlobe.

“Does he really make you happy? Show me, traveler.”

A small groan escaped Sabrina’s lips as Aqua moved away. She moved and shifted in the bedsheets as if she were threatening to waken in defiance. Soon, what seemed to start as discomfort became pure contentment. Even a smile crossed the traveler’s lips.

“Ven…” Sabrina sighed in a single breath, still fully asleep.

Aqua was beginning to understand the pieces she couldn’t before. She left the room as quietly as she entered.

The vampire’s next bedroom visit was to her familiar. He also was sleeping at this point of the night.

He had gone to sleep angered. Ven’s body was bunched in a tempered child-like position and his brow very noticeably furrowed. If he was dreaming, they were surely filled with angered images of Aqua herself.

“Is she that important to you?”

Aqua sat at the edge of Ven’s bed before gently rubbing her thumb against his forehead. It was something she used to do when he was much smaller. Nothing ever gave her more of a shock than noting just how tiny he was, but how strong his heart would shine. Even now, three times that height, Aqua couldn't quite believe it. He was still so young, yet so experienced. No other familiar could outshine the one Aqua had chose. No one would ever compare. He would be hers for now and ever- their lives dependent on each other. It made so much sense. It was meant to be.

But was it enough?

“Share the same dream with her, only for tonight. Let it be my first apology.”

Aqua watched as her familiar’s body went from clenched anger to relaxed calm. A small sigh escaped from his lips. His subconscious mind was now in a much better place. In a world of dreams, he and the traveler could have all the time in the world. They could travel the universe together, dance for months without another soul to stop them, and even indulge in a bliss that only came from close intimacy. It would be the perfect dream.

Aqua got up, making her way to the door. She took one last look at Ventus as he slept.

“I can’t let you go. Not now.”

And with that, she quietly closed the door.

A bath was waiting for Sabrina when she stepped into the washroom that morning. Still very, very hot, she wondered for a moment if they kept a pet dragon around the castle too. She smirked as she went to her bag to pull out two bottles of bath oils. They were of her favorite scents- lavender and peppermint. Each bottle got three drops exactly into the hot water, then carefully swirled around with her own hand.

Once satisfied, Sabrina stripped down to her essentials. A small hiss escaped her lips as her toes entered the water, but it did not stop her from getting in further. It felt good, she wouldn’t lie about that.

“Another bride, another groom, another sunny… honeymoon. Another season, another reason, for making whoopee..” Sabrina started to sing. She had no reason for it- but she also hadn’t had a good hot bath in awhile. Who wouldn’t want to sing?

“Picture a little love nest, down where the roses cling. Picture that same sweet love nest, see what a year can bring. He’s washing dishes, and baby clothes. He’s so ambitious- he even sews! But don’t forget folks, that’s what you get folks, for making whoopee.”

Sabrina picked up the sponge provided and gently applied soap to its surface. She admired her own body as the sponge glided over her arms and legs. The place where Aqua had fed was healing pretty well. At this point Sabrina could almost say a bug bit her. Or perhaps a very perturbed rabbit.

“Another year, or maybe less, she feels neglected, and he’s suspected… of making whoopee.”

Bubbles filled the bath as she continued to give her body a good shrub. She was going to drag this out as long as possible. Getting to bathe in a castle was already a dream to many- to do it while a vampire was also present was the wet dream of risk takers everywhere.

“He doesn’t make much money- only five thousand per. Some judge who thinks he’s funny, says you’ll pay six to her. He now says ‘Judge, suppose I fail?’ The judge says, ‘Then drudge… on off to jail!’ You better keep her. You’ll find it’s cheaper. Than making whoopee.”

Finishing the song, Sabrina afforded a small laugh before sinking further into the bubbles. This was heaven.

After willing herself out of the bath, Sabrina dressed in a tunic and riding breeches. Her cape would suffice for a cover in this weather. Not that it mattered when wind hit you in whatever direction it wanted when you were flying. What did matter was having her hair also flying in whichever direction, and so she carefully pulled it back into a ponytail. Before leaving the bedroom, Sabrina looked herself over in the mirror. She smiled at the reflection.

“What a bitch.”

Giving herself a wink, Sabrina left the room.

The one good thing about coming in through the castle from its front was now knowing how to get to the dining hall from the guest quarters. Which also meant she could grab something quick to eat before attending to her neglected horse. Even better was the absolute lack of castle staff. She didn’t need to run into anyone who would have questioned her. Just one slip into the kitchen, picking out some fruit for her and Nightmare…

“If you wait a bit longer, I’m sure Ven could make a more substantial meal for you than two apples.”

“Es Cristo.” Sabrina cursed. She spun around to find Aqua within two arm’s lengths of her.

Aqua smirked. “Surprised you, did I? That’s a first.”

“I’m usually expecting you to be stalking around.” Sabrina shot back. “Not right behind me.”

Sabrina looked down. A part of her suddenly felt guilty for taking food from the kitchen. The other part wondered why the hell that mattered when the person standing in front of her had almost drank her dry not two days before. Either way, she know felt like she had to explain herself without an escort to vouch for her.

“I wanted something quick to eat before taking Nightmare for a ride. She’s been in that stable alone for a few days now- I’m sure she’s getting antsy.” A small pause, then, “Am I allowed to come back after?”

“Is there a reason for you not to?”

Sabrina gave a slow nod. So the vampire didn’t dislike her that much. Was that a good sign? Would she fake it because of Ventus? There were still quite a few things Sabrina didn’t understand about Aqua, but for right now it wasn’t her priority.

Her neglected horse, on the other hand, absolutely was.

Once Sabrina had left, Aqua went on to arrange her own morning snack. She hummed as she worked. She also didn’t turn around when Ven entered the kitchen.

“I can make you breakfast.” he told her. Even in his voice, she could tell that he had furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re still my master.”

“There’s no need,” Aqua dismissed with a wave of her hand. “As much as I enjoy how much effort you put into meals, I would like to make something of my own for once. Something simple.”

Ven raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll work on Sabrina’s breakfast instead.”

“She won’t need it.”

Ven’s whole body froze.

“Why not?” he questioned. There was a small pause, then an almost accusatory, “What did you do?”

“I assure you, I did nothing to her.” she assured him. “She’s taking care of her horse this morning. I believe she plans on coming back after.”

“That’s… good.” her familiar mumbled, taking back his emotions slightly.

“Would you prefer that she went back to her people?”

For this, Ven didn’t answer.

For the first time since the conversation started, Aqua turned to face Ven proper. She gave him a mysterious smile.

“The phonograph in the ballroom is still working, I believe.” she then told him. “It might do someone good to have a little light exercise there.”

The thought caught Ven off guard.

“Huh?” was the first reaction. “What are you…?”

Aqua continued to smile before leaving him to consider what she was implicating. When it finally hit him, Ven flushed a deep red.

“Oh.”

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