#in all seriousness bamby is cute!!

[miumiumola]

*sees Bamby from hit virtual idol group PLAVE* I can babygirl-fy him

[mattslolita]

꒰ dealer!chris sturniolo ꒱ ⟡ headcanons !

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꒰ SFW! ꒱

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have met bambi at some house party — you was a friend of matt's, so he was only somewhat aware of your existence; real sweet and innocent, you don't know the first thing about any drugs. you're in the bathroom trying to escape the noisy atmosphere around yourself, when chris stumbles in on you, a joint hanging lazily at the edge of his lips.

"woah, can you knock next time?!"

"m'sorry didn't know anyone was in here...hey what you doin' in here, anyway? s'your friends at?"

"matt's downstairs talking to some girl, i don't know-"

"matt? you know my brother? wait, aht, i got it, know who you are, now...y'eyes, got like a uh, bambi thing goin' on, y'know? gonna call you bambi, yeah?"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ never let bambi touch any drugs — he's dead set on making sure you prolong the innocence about you in that aspect.

"not even one hit? c'mon chris-"

"y'know the rules bambi, s'don't even try it. y'not takin' no hits of shit."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ chris keeps pink rolling papers, because bambi likes the color and it reminds him of your pink ribbons you wear in your ponytails.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have a specific playlist for when he takes bambi on deals with him — he's got dominic fike and marina playing throughout the car as you hum contently.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ have a glove compartment full of lollies and other sweets for when you're on deals with him. the sight of bambi's lips carelessly wrapped around a cherry lolly has his mind whirling.

"got any suckers for me today?"

"y'know where to find em', doll."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ spoil bambi all the time — he's buying you clothes, perfumes, and any little thing that reminds him of you.

"this top is cute, but i don't-"

"yeah, put it in the basket."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ not have a label on your relationship — bambi's a little naive and thinks might call you his, but he's not trying to label what you have going on any time soon.

"yo, isn't she your girlfriend? she's always with you."

"girlfriend? s'not my girlfriend, nah...she's my girl though, y'get me? not datin' or no shit, jus' my girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ always have bambi sat on his lap at parties — his hand drums in the innermost flesh of your thigh as he massages you, whilst the other hand diligently distributes to the awaiting palms of people.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ mad dog the fuck out of anyone who looks at bambi the wrong way — especially when you takes you on deals, he's seething with anger when a customer gets particularly too close to you.

"nice to see you, sweetheart, hopin' i'll see you more-"

"get the fuck away from her man, or i'm knockin' ya ass out where you stand."

"chris, seriously?"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ send bambi random fit checks + snaps to keep you updated when you aren't with each other. likewise, he makes you send the same back so he can keep track of where you are when he's not with you.

"new shirt, you like it?"

"it looks so good on you, baby!" ( he'd never admit baby drives him wild. )

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be affectionate to bambi in the most random ways — he's either got his arm slung around her, massaging her shoulder or he's got your legs resting atop of his own, massaging those whilst you scroll on your phone.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ always be kissing on bambi — forehead, cheek, arms, legs, anywhere he sees fit, really.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ make bambi wear his clothes when you stay the night at his place — he'll never admit that he loves the idea of having you in them, yet he can't resist the urge to smile when you're giggling sweetly about wearing them.

"i love this jersey! can i keep it baby, please?"

"y'know what, go head' sweetheart. looks good on you..."

꒰ NSFW! ꒱

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be extremely possessive in bed, especially if you're batting your eyelashes a little too much at a customer.

"he could never fuck you like this doll, could he?"

"f-fuck, no chris..."

"who's fuckin' pussy is this, huh? tell me who you fuckin' belong to."

"y-you, yours, fuck!"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ love love love to give bambi backshots — you're at a party and he's horny? he's taking you upstairs to the bathroom, bending you over the sink.

"such a good fuckin' girl, takin' my cock like this..."

"look at yourself in the mirror while i fuck you, sweet girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ finger bambi in the passenger seat if you're getting too whiny and can't wait.

"please chris, need to feel you inside me..."

"so fuckin' impatient bambi, jus' can't wait? s'all you get, my fingers...make a mess on em' c'mon angel..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ definitely have a breeding kink — though, he knows damn well the idea of bambi getting pregnant scares him, so he keeps you with birth control.

"fuck, such a tight pussy...gon' make you a mama, yeah? wan' have my babies don't you, ma?"

"gonna look so pretty carryin' our fuckin' kids, fuck..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ love high sex with you — he's lazily thrusting up into you while you ride him, head thrown back in pure ecstasy, or

"ridin' me so well ma, look so pretty on top of me like this..."

✦ his lidded eyes watch in anticipation as you're down below on your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes while you suck him off.

"gah, shit mama, makin' me feel so good...keep fuckin' goin' thas my good girl..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ would love doggy — when you wear those short shorts around him, all he can think about is having your ass up in the air while he's pounding into you like there's no tomorrow.

✦ love missionary, too — it's a more intimate position, but he can't help wanting to see your fucked out expression while he's deep inside you, watching your ever changing expression while you feel him deep inside of you.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be a little bad at aftercare at first, but he's slowly getting the hang of it the more time he spends with you — he's cleaning you up and massaging you after you guys finish, and ordering food for the both of you whilst he smokes a joint for himself.

( lilly's corner 💌 )

dealer!chris are my roots guys, i'm gonna start writing for him again. dealer!chris & bambi!reader are my literal babies & i hope you guys enjoy them! 💌

@muwapsturniolo @thenickgirl @guccifrog @fawnchives @cottoncandyswisherz

[angelfrombeneth]

HAVENT I MADE IT OBVIOUS? - T . NOTT

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: *REQUESTED* Reader and Theodore are best friends. Reader gets wrapped up in her first love scandal and Theodore cant handle it. He cant cope that its not him.

Warnings: Angst, Slight Fluff, The most heart warming love confession ever. Mentions of sex but hardly.

A/N: The request wasn't super specific so I decided to go with something like this.No smut, because I have a really similar request which specifically asks for smut so that one will have smut.

"Teddy don't be a twat" You smacked his head as you sat beside him.

"What! Its not my fault the instructions were unclear" He scoffed.

You and Theo both were sat in potions as you both were paired up for a task. Theo thought he was being funny reading the ingredients not in the correct order and ultimately fucking up the mixture.

"This is why I hate pairing up with you in class" You groaned.

"Hey Y/N!" You looked up to see Cedric leaning against the front of your workbench.

"Oh, Hey Cedric" You smiled.

"I was wondering" He smiled at you, his eyes flickering to the side for a moment for placing a hand ontop if yours. "Would you wanna go out sometime? Maybe for a meal or something?" He grinned.

You smiled as you sat up in your seat. "I'd love that"

"Ill meet you at 6, outside your commonroom on Friday?"

You nodded as he smiled, caressing your hand before walking back to his seat.

You heard a scoff beside you, your neck cracked to look at Theo, who had a huge scowl on his face. "Your going on a date with him? He's such a prick"

"Oh fuck off Theo" You rolled your eyes as you stood up gathering your books before exiting the class.

Theo caught up with you, walking beside you. "No seriously, he's such a priss. Why's you wanna date.. that" You scoffed at his statement before scaling the stairs down to the Slytherin Commonroom.

"Theo shut up-" You turn to see Pansy. "Oh my god! Pans!" You squealed as you ran at her.

You felt Theo's moody presence slip away with Draco and Mattheo who walked over to him as soon as you ran to Pansy.

"Cedric asked me on a date!" You squealed.

"No way- Oh my god, this will be so good" Pansy smiled, grabbing your hand. "You can test the waters before the date at the party tonight!"

"Party?" And with that Pansy yanked you to your feet and you scrambled up the stairs being dragged behind her as the next 4 hours entailed getting ready for the party.

Slytherin parties were always off the chain. Every other house could party for sure, but the amount of shit Slytherin would gather for the party. All the alcohol and drugs like it was some free tester aisle of a muggle store. It would always end very heated whether everyone was hooking up or someone started a fight. It was always the same old shit.

You decided on a basic little black dress, you can never go wrong. The dress was short and frilled. To be fair it looked more like one of those frilly tops that remind you of a dress. Your assets were out on display, but it was a party why not.

"Girl, that dress is definitely not your size but it's so cute!" She chuckled as you spun around. You fixed the top, making sure there will be no nipple slips. "You have literally the perfect body; tits, ass and thighs. I'm so jealous"

"Pans shut up, you are so hot I won't even leave for the party we can have our own" You both giggled as you leaned forward kissing her cheek before grabbing her eyeliner and finishing up your makeup.

By now the party was in full swing for atleast an hour and you two were only just getting done. You held hands as you exited Pansy's dorm and skipped downstairs giggling. Not to mention the two if you had pregamed before.

You two did you rounds round the party greeting everyone and stealing shots from groups. You both got to your friends on the couch in the back corner as you stood like bambi, struggling to stand straight in your heels from how fucked you were.

"Woah- Careful" You heard as you felt a hand snake around your waist steadying you. You look up to the side and catch Theo's dark eyes staring down at you.

"Thanks" You giggled leaning into his chest, pulling his arms over your shoulder, holding his hands as you looked to the group. Pansy situated herself on Enzo's lap the two of them giggling at you and Theo.

"So Y/N, any updates with Mr Badger? I was told about your date" Mattheo smirked, he wasnt trying to wind Theo up, he didnt know but Theo still got pissed.

You felt Theo tense behind you but you didn't take notice of it as you continued to okay with the rings on his hands. "We haven't been on the date yet, but he seems nice"

You heard Theo scoff as you turned to look up at him. "Nice my ass" He mumbled. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to argue as you continued conversation with your friends.

Theo was enjoying the company, enjoying the feeling of your body snuggled against him as you played with his rings. God, he was falling, quick. He was too busy daydreaming to even notice you had sauntered away to the other side of the room.

"Ced~" You smiled as you stood beside him.

"Hey Y/N- You look gorgeous tonight" He chuckled, taking your hand and pulling you to stand between his legs. His hands gripping your thighs, dangerously close to your ass.

"So do you" You smiled, running your hand softly up and down his chest. "M' excited for our date" You giggled.

"Me too.. Its not everyday you get to be in the presence of a goddess" He licked his lips.

"Stop it you!" You chuckled, hitting his shoulder.

"Cant help myself" His hands threatening to touch the curve of your ass.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, chuckling down at him as he pulled you closer by your thighs, placing his lips onto yours as he kissed you softly.

It was needy, very needy. He gripped your ass as you leaned over kissing him more passionately as you say on his knee.

Third POV

Theo couldn't cope at the sight. The second Pansy pointed it out, his hand tightened around his bottle. Anger filling his body as he watched another man kiss you. Another man touch you. That should be him. Not Cedric. Him. Jealously bubbled inside of him, very quickly.

Theo was too focused on the scene that the glass bottle shattered at the pressure. All his friends turned to look at the sound and him. He looked down at his bloody hand as he wiped it on his shirt, before groaning and turning to push through the crowd.

Everyone was confused by the sudden action by Theo, they had no clue what caused it, or even a smidge of knowledge how much Theo loved you.

Theo rushed away, pushing through people trying to get further and further away from the hurt. His hand covered in blood and throbbing as he stopped at the stairs. Turning to look in your direction, noticing your still with him. He bit his lip, holding in any emotion as he continued up the stairs.

Your POV

A many days later, after the party, you and Cedric went on your date. It was lovely, he was very attentive which you loved. You didn't see him much the few days after but chalked it up to him being busy.

It wasn't till it was 4 days after your date with Cedric you noticed the boy was still yet to talk to you. It left a sour taste in your mouth and you wanted to confront him. Why was he ignoring you.

Suddenly someone bumped into you, quickly apologising as they sprinted down the hall. Curious you followed them, it was a first year probably not a huge deal

You had no expectation for the kid, but it wasn't what he was running to caught your eye. It was down a dark corridor you turned to see Cedric and Theodore.. talking? Before you could even call at them, Theo pounces on Cedric. Your eyes wide as you froze. You were too far down the hall to do anything but noticed Mattheo, Draco, Enzo and Blaise all struggling to pull Theo off Cedric. Cedrics friends yelling as Cedric was frankly getting battered.

You sprinted down the hall towards them, aa they got ripped apart as you approached. Cedric and Theo's face all bloody.

"What the fuck is wrong with you??" You screamed as you looked at Theo.

He looked shocked, taken back. "Me?? He started it!"

"Sock it Theo, there was no need" You helped Cedric to his feet. "Let me take you to the hospital wing" And with that the two of you left.

Third POV:

"Shut up Nott, you're so up her ass. Don't be mad she hasn't put out for you yet. It's a long list. She's just a hole to fill. You'll have your turn " Cedric laughed.

Theo doesn't know how he got in this situation, he was just walking then saw Cedric and now he was ontop of the boy pummelling his face in. He was talking shit about you, lying about you. He was horrible.

But the worse thing for Theo was when he saw you. Saw your face when you looked between the two of them. His heart broke when you reached for Cedric, cheking if he was OK and whisking him away.

Theo was going insane.

Your POV:

It had been a day since the fight. Both boys were in the hospital wing but you refused to see Theo why would he do that. He was your bestfriend, and Cedric was just.. a guy. A guy that made you happy. Its like Theo was punishing you for being happy.

You were sat in potions noticing Theo hadn't show up, and you were pissed. He was being selfish, this was a group project.

You go to the hospital wing to find Theo, but Madame Pomfrey told you he was dismissed last night but Cedric was still there. You looked over at Ced, noticing his curtain was shut, I guess he had company, you thought and just walked out. If Theo wasn't in class then there's only one placed he'd be.

You scaled the stairs to the Astronomy reaching the top as you took a moment to get your breath. You noticed Theo by the railing and you sigh.

"Theo you can't skip class"

He turned to look at you, inhaling the smoke from his cigarette as he looked at you. "Well I am so it doesn't fucking matter. Don't you have a baby to coddle?"

"Fuck off Theo, don't be a prick" You scoffed

"He's a bad person Y/N. Why won't you fucking listen to me"

"BECAUSE YOUR CHATTING SHIT NOTT" You yell at him.

"You don't even know what he said about you. He called you a slut. Your nothing but a hole to fill" He sneered.

"What the fuck is wrong with you! Are you jealous I'm happy?" You laughed at him, distressed with the situation.

"You aren't happy" He snapped.

"How do you know? How do you know what's good for me!" You stare at his back, rage building up inside of you as you yelled out at him.

"BECAUSE IM GOOD FOR YOU.." Theo yelled. He turned to look at you, his breath erratic. "I know whats good for you and its me.. not him, no one else. Its me, it'll always be me" His teeth are gritted as he looked as you as you stand in shock. "I love you Y/N! It's always been you. Every fucking waking moment I think about you, your fucking stupid coconut smelling hair! The way your lip dimple shows when you smile a certain way. I spend every waking moment thinking about you. I live and breathe for you Y/N."

You stand there stunned as you look down at him.

"Haven't I made it fucking obvious? I fought the fucking freak for you! Yes initially he did nothing but.. He called you horrible things.. I can't bare to see you with another man that isn't me. I think about you so much bella.. Morning, noon and fucking night, I think about you.." His voice cracked as he stared down at you before he took your hand, kneeling down infront of you holding your hand. "It'll always be you.." He softly kissed your hand.

Your eyes slightly glassy from the confession as you stand speechless.

"Please say something bella.." Theo looked up at you, his hands grasping yours.

You burst out into tears, ripping your hand away from him as you cover your face. "You are so annoying Theo- I- I didn't know you felt like this" You sobbed as you wiped your eyes. Your mascara smudged all over your face.

Theo stood up, cupping your face between his hands as he wiped your tears with his thumbs as he chuckled, a tear rolling down his eye.

"I guess we are both stupid.." He chuckled lightly.

"You're such an asshole" You hit his chest playfully, laughing slightly through the sobs. His hand catching yours as you hit his chest, before his lips crashed against yours.

The pair of you finally became one.

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RIDE YOUR RHYTHM | OS

lee heesung x m!reader

3 & 1 trope + fluff + nsfw + hair pulling + slight choking + biting + riding + praise kink + cock warming + overstimulation + idol au!

a/n; the long awaited fic (do hope you enjoy)

when a group is successful two things happen- their company sabotages their rising fame by lowering their content or they overwork them.

to both you and heesung’s dismay there has been no time to yourselves. you have tried. you both have.

“yah, why are they staring at you so much?” you huff as you lean in to him during a fansign.

he looks at you with big, innocent eyes. “hm?”

“i get it you’re pretty but only i can eye you like that.”

he snorts, “eh? like what?” he smiles.

“like you’re mine.”

heesung rolls his eyes, “y/n, be for real.”

“i am-“

“hey, we gotta go do our choreography,” ni-ki taps your shoulder.

ugh. as much as you love being an idol and having fans, you also wish you could have a longer break between your schedules. seriously, at some point you felt like the only time you could see him was between waking up and going into the van to start of a busy day. interactions for the audience isn’t always authentic, so you felt STARVED.

“wanna sleep with you,” you groan as you crawl into his bed.

he scoots over, smiling to himself when you snuggle up behind him. your arms over his waist. you pepper his exposed nape with a small kiss. he smiles. you suppose this is a way to be with him when schedules get too busy.

you wake up hours later, he’s stirring in his sleep. you grab your phone and look at the time, it’s been four hours since you’ve fallen asleep. it’s 4 AM.

“sung?” you mumble, he grunts. “you okay? you’re moving a lot baby.”

“mmmhmm,” he turns over and snuggles into your chest.

you smile and place a kiss on his forehead. you close your eyes again, hoping to regain sleep. your schedule for the day is absolute madness and even just a wink more of sleep is all you want-

“n/n…”

“mm?”

you open one eye only and see his bambi eyes looking up at you. the lamp in his room is on, giving a nice glow on his skin. the two of you were too sleepy to turn it off last night. he’s tired, you can tell. yet, his hand snakes up your chest and around your neck.

you close your eyes, smiling. “heesung…”

“just a kiss…” he whispers, scooting up to peck your lips.

you giggle, kissing him deeper. it’s tender, of course, you’re enjoying the moment. he’s the one that initiates, both arms snaked around your neck already. the way his fingers card through your hair elicits a moan out of you. you always enjoy the movement in your hair, especially from him.

your hands are already down on his hips— you hear the front door open.

“mmmffff,” you groan, shoving your face into the pillow when your manager starts knocking on everyone’s door to get up.

heesung sighs, closing his eyes out of sadness.

the second time is when you’re rushing to get in the shower. you chose to sleep five more minutes and now you’re behind schedule. heesung was already showering and naturally, he makes space for you to join him. it’s normal, yet his cute eyes just enticed you to kiss him and kiss him and-

“y/n we have to go, we’re late.” he says sternly, yet smiling.

“i just want to kiss you, i can’t do that outside the dorms.” you argue.

he pours shampoo in his hand and yanks you down by the ear. “well let’s hope we come home early. now tilt your head so i can wash your hair.”

and you grumble and let him do just that. when later comes it’s too late to even acknowledge each other. you’re drained and so is he. still, you sleep with him in the same bed, always alternating from your bed or his bed every other day. it’s a tiring schedule. overwhelming.

“hyung…” jay whispers to you one evening.

you were getting your hair done. the stylist was frustrated, they were short staffed this morning and running behind. of course, they quickly managed to get more stylists on the floor to get back on track but still. the pressure was in the air.

“hm?” you open one eye and look at him.

“uhm, can you come real quick?”

“i’m still working on his hair, could it wait two more minutes?” the stylist asks.

jay gives you a look. you nod, it can wait two more minutes. yet, as soon as she’s done you excuse yourself and follow jay. everyone is running around, cameras everywhere— a hectic photo session for the new album.

“hey, sung,” you take him in your arms and kiss his head.

jay leaves you to it. heesung heaves into your chest.

“i’m so tired,” he cries. “how can i look alive in the stupid photos if i feel like i’ll pass out any minute.” he lifts up his head and looks at you with teary eyes, “we had two hours of sleep y/n.”

you nod, listening to his grievances. it’s best to always let him cry it out. he’s frustrated, tired, exhausted. all of you are.

“make me feel better,” he begs.

“heesung i can’t baby, we’re-“

“y/n,” he tugs at your shirt.

you sigh, you won’t go too far. a quick make out session. that’s all you can offer now. you know he’s pent up, you are as well.

“guys, seriously?” jungwon sigh, staring at you.

“he started it,” you mumble.

jungwon rolls his eyes, “well everyone is called for the group photoshoot. let’s go.” he eyes heesung, “hyung… try to get a touch up…” he says gently.

doesn’t matter how tired the two of you are, everyone knows jungwon carries the brunt of it more.

the third time is when the two of you were alone in the dorms. everyone else had separate promotions. heesung had one too, but until later. the two of you had time to yourselves after so long.

from watching a show, to making out on the couch. heesung’s stuttering breaths as you kissed down his jaw, eliciting soft moans from him. he melted into the couch at your touches, enjoying the feeling. it’s been so long since you’ve touched him like this.

the two of you were hungry.

“oh,” heesung breathes out, closing his eyes in bliss when you palm the tent in his joggers. you keep trailing kisses down, raising his shirt with your other hand in order to kiss down his stomach.

you feel him twitch under your palm and you reach the hem of his joggers. his fingers come to card through your hair—

all hands fly off of each other when the padlock beeps. heesung sits up alongside you, wide eyes looking at who comes inside the door.

“please don’t be naked- OH GOOD!” jay gasps.

jake laughs as he follows suit. “sorry guys, jay forgot something. oh, by the way, heesung hyung-“

heesung groans, flopping down on the couch, bitter. he still listens to jake talk, but he’s giving y/n a sour look. you laugh, adoring how upset he is.

“jake just shut up,” you tease while leaning down to kiss heesung gently.

in the end, jay couldn’t find what he needed and took up all the time you and heesung could have had to yourselves. it’s frustrating but the two of you cope better.

the new album comes out. their sleep schedule is back to being horrible. you find yourself sleeping in the van more than sleeping in the dorms. you keep having to use eyedrops to tame the visibility of your lack of sleep. the month feels like hell.

yet, once all is said and done. there’s a pause. a short moment where everyone is given a two day break. two days afterwards it’s off to do some promotions in the states.

“you have to be quiet, everyone else is sleeping.”

you raise a brow, “shouldn’t i be telling you that?”

heesung sticks his tongue out teasingly at you before kicking off his boxers. you chuckle at his cuteness, sitting up slightly on the pillows. the good thing is your room is the farthest from everyone else. still, your noise has to be kept moderately low.

“where’s the lube?” heesung asks, patting the sheets.

“uh-“ you find it and pop open the cap. “you sure you wanna ride me? last time you gave up and made me do all the work-“

“shut up,” heesung cups your mouth with his hand.

you snort and shake your head. he takes the lube bottle and pour some onto your fingers. you smile as he kisses your temple before adjusting himself on your lap. you bring your lubed up fingers under his weight and work on easing him open. it’s been way too long since any of you two had done anything, of course you need to work each other up a bit.

his fingers grip your shoulders as he balanced himself. you now smear some lube over you hardened dick, minutes after opening him up. he lowers himself down slowly when your tip aligns to his hole.

“there you go,” you say softly, enjoying the warmth that engulfs you.

heesung lets out a small breath when he’s fully seated. “ah, fuck…” he eyes you, a bit shy.

“you okay?”

“it’s been so long,” heesung giggles, pecking your lips between his words, “i feel so full…” you smile, hands on his thighs.

“i can do all the work baby, i know you’re tired,” you reason while placing gentle kisses on his neck.

he hums, moving his hips slowly. “i can do it… second round is all you.”

you snort, “oh so we’re going at it?”

“only if you want,” he says, finding a nice pace and going with it. “i definitely want.”

you grin, hands moving to the back of his waist, gripping his ass. you litter his collarbone with kisses, nibbling and licking as he rides you. your breathing becomes erratic after a while, as one of his hands comes up to card through your hair.

he tugs your hair back, making you look up at him. his hair is already sticking to his forehead as he sweats. he smiles breathlessly at you and you smile back, enjoying how good he feels. he keeps a strong grip on your hair, making you wince every now and then but he pecks your lips just as he does it, knowing well what he’s doing.

“hah…” he whines as he gets close to his orgasm, hips moving faster.

knowing he’s getting tired, you grip him and move him. you pant, feeling your own orgasm built up. “fuck, keep doing that,” you groan.

heesung swallows, tilting his head back. taking notice of his exposed neck, you kiss and kiss. he’s sensitive in a certain area and you moan when his walls flutter around you from the sensitivity. his noises go high pitched, breathless and barely audible. his body speaks out to you more and you know he’s on the edge. you tip him over it by biting the juncture of his neck.

he trembles, choking on his cry. you feel his cum spilling over your stomach as well as his. it’s so hot. you move his hips a bit more, feeling him twitch.

“hah…” you raise your head, looking up at him.

his chest heaves and you feel his legs tighten by your sides. you grin, lifting him off your lap and pulling out only to flip him over and shove him into the sheets. his hips are raised, back arching beautifully.

“so pretty,” you say as you push back inside of him.

he moans softly into the sheets. you start at a gentle pace, still recovering over your previous orgasm. the two of you like going at it without recovery periods to see how much you can handle. it’s fun.

heesung gets overstimulated fast. even as you glide your hand over his back, shoving his face into the sheets and limiting his oxygen, he gets overwhelmed pretty fast. you love pushing him, making him twitch and whine. you enjoy getting out those pretty noises from him— and both just his noises.

“what baby?” you ask as you keep pounding into him, rough and brutal. “feel good?”

“nngh,” heesung clutches at the sheets beneath him, “slow down-“

“but you’re doing so good, baby,” you say, grabbing his hips and keeping him still. “taking me so well.”

heesung’s walls flutter around you again. you grin, enjoying when he does that.

“don’t you wanna be good?” you ask, as you pull out again. “flip over.”

heesung whines before obeying. he lays on his back and sighs. his legs spread and you smile.

“good boy,” you push inside.

you glide your fingers over his half hard girth, he makes a face, turning his head and shoving it into the sheets. he makes a noise of protest as you tease his tip with the pad of your thumb. he’s sensitive, yet leaking. he’s hardening under your touch and you feel absolutely mean as you take your hand away. you lean over him, caging him under your frame.

you thrust into him, watching how his face scrunches up in pleasure. his legs around your waist, hooked by his ankles. his arms above his head, clinging to the pillow and sheets. he looks beautiful, fucked out with his head wet and a mess. you hoist yourself up in one arm bringing the on you freed up and placing your hand on his neck. he takes a sharp breath, knowing damn well your intention. the simple fact your hand is on his neck is enough for him to cum on the spot— but he doesn’t.

he brings a hand down and puts it behind your head. he brings you down, kissing you. your fingers twitch before pressing down to choke him slightly. it’s so good, heesung whimpers into your mouth. he pants as your hips stutter.

when you spill inside him again, he cums. his eyes roll back and his mouth falls open. you grip his throat, still moving your hips as you come down from your high.

“ugh,” he gasps when you let go of his neck. “idiot.”

“me?” you laugh, brushing aside his wet bangs. “what did i do.”

heesung says nothing, looking away.

“that’s what i thought.” you argue playfully and kiss his nose.

you pull out and start to clean up. it’s a lazy effort but you focus more on heesung. you take some wipes from the desk and clean him up. by the time your in the bed again, hugging him from behind, he comments on how he wants you inside. you comply, never finding it in your to deny him. you’re sensitive and make a small noise as you push inside him.

“wanna watch a movie?” heesung asks as he snuggles back into you.

you caress his hip, staring at the phone. “we’re going to fall asleep.”

he shrugs, “and? it’ll be the best sleep we’ve had in a while for sure.”

you smile, pressing a kiss into his shoulder. “okay baby, whatever you want.”

[chryblossomjjk]

distractions | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

⇢ RATING: m/18+

⇢ WC: 1.1k

⇢ WARNINGS: cute couple content, they drop the 'l' word guys, n*pple piercings n sucking bc u know... fixation lmao, v suggestive but no actual sm*t, finger sucking lol, the love is requited :')

⇢ SUMMARY: jungkook agreed to let you do his makeup, but he can't stop getting distracted.

⇢ NOTES: ugh i missed them dearly!! will be putting out more drabbles soon, but i'm currently trying to focus on my other wip!! i haven't posted anything in so long so i wanted to share this with you guys! school n work is hectic i already feel swamped pls be patient with me :') i miss having time for a hobby lmao!! anyways, i hope you enjoy and let me know ur thoughts! love u <3 also apologize if there's any typos or weirdness, this wasn't beta'd!! if you haven't read practice yet, pls read before this!!

⇢ SERIES MASTERLIST

“Kook, look up! How many times do I have to tell you?” 

Four months into the relationship and his attention span, or lack thereof, never ceased to amaze you. With a frustrated groan, you place the pointy end of your Sailor Moon brush between your teeth before gripping his chin and turning his wandering gaze back to you. 

“Bambi, I’m looking up!” He yell-laughs, doe-eyes wide and sarcastic as they bear into you, equally frustrated. You can already see the concealer you applied just a few minutes ago creasing. Dramatically, he karate chops his tattooed arm towards the ceiling, paralleling your scantily clad frame straddling him. The sudden jump has you shifting against his crotch deliciously. Now’s not the time for fooling around, though. You’re determined to put the cute brush set Jungkook randomly gifted you a few weeks back to good use, starting with giving your sweet boyfriend a full beat. “This is up! What other direction is up?”

What an asshole. 

You pop the pink plastic out of your mouth, taking an annoyed chomp out of his annoying fingers. It's playful, of course. You mean, you’ve just got done with a whitening strip, after all…

Jungkook takes the opportunity to shove his digits further past your glossy lips, reaching down just enough to feel your throat constrict, then pulling back. He stares up at you with the cheesiest fucking grin, clearly pleased with himself.

“You’re mean,” you cough, wiping the drool at the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“No you,” he counters, pinching your cheek patronizingly. “I love you, though.”

One month into the lovey-dovey phase of the relationship; that one where the initial butterflies fly away and you’re left feeling like ‘wow, maybe this is a forever sort of thing,’ and you still feel lightheaded every time Jungkook murmurs those three words.

“I love you, too,” you coo, reaching down to adjust his teddy-bear headband. Jungkook’s been growing his hair out. This was his last semester and he was determined to go out with a bang. For whatever reason, he had decided that bang was a mullet. You remember how confused you were when he showed up at your dorm at 3am, drunk off Fireball and excitement, asking you to cut his hair. You thought the request was outlandish and foolish, but you did it anyway, in your bathroom with eyebrow scissors. It came out a teeny bit crooked, and a tiny bit choppy, but Jungkook loved it, staring at his reflection with a big bunny smile and starry eyes. “But baby, this-” you tap on the headboard behind him, “-is up.”

He squints his eyes in defiance before complying. Ah, you’ve trained him well. A very good boy, indeed.

You’ve spoken, or thought, too soon, because after a few swipes of the plush bristles, a high-pitched ‘Appa!’ from your phone, leaning against your Kuromi makeup bag on the nightstand beside you, draws his dark pupils back to the cartoon. 

“That’s it,” you huff like an overwhelmed mother of three, yanking the device out of his sight. “Say goodbye to Aang. You’ve lost your Avatar: The Last Airbender privileges.” 

“C’mon, seriously?” He laughs while lunging forward, attempting to wrestle the phone out of your grasp. Giggling wildly, you toss it on the pink shag rug below you, out of his reach. The movement almost sends you toppling over. Luckily, Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady. “Bambi, you know I’m easily distracted.”

“But you said I could do your makeup,” you pout, batting your lashes at him.

“I know, I-”

“Don’t touch!” You shriek, preventing him from rubbing his eye.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes through a chuckle, holding his hands by his head in defense. “Maybe I…” You deadpan him as his eyes scan around the room before, not so subtly, landing on your chest. Cocking his head, he tuts his tongue and grips the hem of your shirt. Shamelessly, he stuffs the nearly transparent material into your mouth, exposing your bare breasts. “There, just like that,” he whispers, warm palms grazing up your torso to cup them, thumbs grazing over your little diamond heart jewelry. You gasp at the touch. “You know, I still can’t believe you actually got ‘em’.” Neither could you, honestly, but if there was one thing Jungkook has taught you, it’s that sometimes, you need to step out of your comfort zone. Take risks. Especially when it results in the cutest little nipple piercings. “So fucking sexy…”

You feel his forming bulge poking against you. God, do you want him. But even Jungkook’s dick couldn’t derail you from the mission at hand. Raising an eyebrow, you lift up the makeup brush.

The tits really seem to keep him preoccupied. With a hand on his cheek, you feel his mouth hollowing, sucking your nipple gingerly as you lean over him and fill in his thick brows. Obviously, it’s a bit hard to focus. Every now and then, you have to tug his hair to redirect his nibbles back down to soft licks. 

“Okay,” you announce, letting the shirt fall from your candy-coated lips and sitting up, “what color?”

Out of the entire thirty-pan rainbow eyeshadow palette you’re holding up for him, he lazily points to the darkest shade in the top color. His favorite color, of course; black. You should’ve known. Your lips scrunch to the side in contemplation. Jungkook would look so yummy with a smokey eye.

So you blend and blend away with blacks, whites, and grays. Shockingly, your boyfriend manages to stay still throughout the entire process. You’re proud of him, really. He’ll definitely get rewarded afterward. And you were right, the final product is absolutely delectable. 

“Baby, your eyelashes are stunning!” You swoon. “And the smokey-eye looks so so so good with your eye shape.”

Silence.

“Jungkook?” You lean forward, gripping his shoulders and shaking softly. Nothing but the sound of faint snores reaches your ears. The little fuck fell asleep. No wonder why he’s been so good. You laugh in disbelief, picking your phone off the floor and snapping a few pictures to show him in the morning. Reaching into your drawer, you take out a couple makeup wipes and start cleaning him up. You loathe makeup wipes and only keep them for emergencies, but Jungkook looks so peaceful that you can’t bring yourself to wake him.

Next, you snuggle beside him with a spare blanket, unable to yank your comforter out from under his thick, muscular thighs. He stirs when you gently pull off his headband. “I love you…” he mumbles, still half asleep. It’s as if the emotion is so ingrained in his subconscious that they bubble to the surface, even when he’s sleepy and incoherent. 

And you feel the same exact way. 

“I love you, Jungkook. Goodnight.”

© chryblossomjjk 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost]

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ice rink ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

summary: you adore ice skating, and since it’s winter, the ice rinks back in town! you convince drew to go with you, and have the most amazing time!

warnings: none, just fluff!

notes: winter piece, not much but i changed my theme so ofc i had to write something wintery!! plus it was snowing so i was in my element . also mb for getting sloppy at the end

a few days back you were scrolling through your phone, mindlessly liking things and commenting on posts on instagram until you came across a post saying that the local ice rink had started up again, and you squealed with excitement

you had shown drew and convinced him to take you, because you just love and how could he say no to your cute little face? so, now you were making your way to the ice rink, forcing drew to let you two walk to take in all the christmasy magic

every shop window was light up with lights, as well as everything being decorated for christmas. you were squealing at nearly everything you saw, just so excited for it to finally be christmas. eventually you two made it to the ice rink, and as you were queued up to get you skates, you seen drew nervously biting his lip

you smirked and raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down as you saw this all of a sudden nervous demeanour. “what’s wrong?” you asked slyly, having a good idea already on what he was so nervous about

drew wasn’t a very good ice skater, as a kid he had fell once and never went back again, cringing at the thought of falling over again, especially since he was a grown man now. “just uh, just haven’t skated in a while…” he murmured, scratching the scruff on his chin

you giggled softly, finding it amusing how apprehensive he was about simple ice skating. “you’ll be fine drew, i’ll be there to help” you said, moving forward as it was now your turn to grab your skates

you two sat on a nearby bench, putting on your skates and lacing them up. you were done before drew, standing up and giggling as he struggled to do up his skates. “seriously? can’t even tie up his own skates” you tut as you slowly shake your head, bending down on one knee to help him with his skates

“hey! i said i haven’t been for awhile” drew defended himself, a small smile warming his face as he watched you easily tie up the laces. it was small things like that you did that he absolutely loved, and it reminded him of why he even fell in love with you in the first place

you tapped his foot when you were done, standing up and grabbing drew’s hand to drag him to the rink, sliding onto the ice with ease. drew on the other hand was like bambi, his legs wobbling as he hesitantly placed one foot on the white ice

“cmon, it’ll be fine” you giggled, lending him a hand. he accepted it immediately, gripping onto it like it was a lifeline.

after a few near falls, a couple giggles from you and grumpy grunts from drew, he gets the hang of it and you two are able to freely skate around the rink, all smiles and laughter floating around you two

“see you’ve got it!” you cheer as drew starts to speed up, now able to go a little faster for a more comfortable pace, instead of painfully slow. he smiled, feeling pretty proud of himself for getting over his nerves and actually being good at skating

“yeah, guess i do” he says, humble and polite as always. and that’s how you two end your day, skating, talking, playing around and just enjoying each others company and affection

the end 💕

[iznsfw]

Day-Off

Kep1er's Shen Xiaoting x Male Reader x Male Friend Smut

10,884 words

Categories | masturbation, handjob, blowjob, facefucking, cunnilingus, anal, spitroast, thighfucking, slapping

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Okay, to begin with: one could say Xiaoting’s a little pent up. Just a little is what she'd like to say, for the sake of everyone around her, but with the way things are going, she might as well be flat-out enraged. Fucking unhinged, if you will. She’s a nudge away from screaming and wrecking everything everywhere all at once, all over the place. 

The problem? Well, it's not an easy answer. But this is the short one: it's not at all fun being kept in the company building to practice more even after they've replayed the comeback song more times than she can count on her fingers. There's a one, a two, and a one, two, three—

Cue the music! 

(Yeah, that wasn't a particularly short answer.)

"So, I was thinking…" hums Yujin, sedentary beside her and with a head on her shoulder. 

Every bone in Xiaoting’s body is on fire after the rehearsals. But: "What is it?" 

See, it's been a rough day, but not too rough that she's going to take it all out on her best friend. No matter what happens, she is and always will remain an angel to Yujin. Nothing more, nothing less. They're practically sisters with how much time they've spent together. She guesses she should return the favor of friendship in her own little way.

Here's how it is with her and Yujin as of present: they're in the practice room, and it's quiet. The rest of the group have emptied the place out and the two of them are alone. This is usually the time Xiaoting and she catch up with each other; there isn't much time to do that in between packed schedules, but since then she’s formed quite a friendship with her bandmate, and she’s determined to keep it strong.

Yujin taps her chin cutely. "Are the CCTVs' audio on?"

Xiaoting raises a brow. A smile, however, settles for the first time on her face. "Choi Yujin," she says, both seriously and kiddingly, "what the hell are you planning now?"

"Language.”

“The girls—"

"—aren't here," Yujin fills the blanks in for her with her signature eye smile. "Exactly, thank you for bringing that up. They can't join us when we go there."

She blinks, not catching on. "Go where?" 

The older girl pushes two index fingers together. "I may or may not have negotiated with the manager," she says slyly, "and we may or may not have a day-off tomorrow."

Genuine and grateful shock filters into Xiaoting’s Bambi-wide eyes. The sides of her mouth twitch, and she realizes it’s a smile. It takes news like this to bring out a big, giddy one from her. It's the right news at the perfect time.

(No, it can't be merely called news—it's a blessing. The universe is finally kind to her. Maybe it doesn't deserve the endless curses she's thrown at it after rough days, when it's chosen to bear the weight of the sky on her.

Xiaoting, however, is fantastic at holding grudges.)

"You're kidding!" says Xiaoting happily. Her hands grip Yujin's shoulders, and now she's got the girl swaying to and fro driven by her own excitement. Force is something she doesn't relent, so Yujin's forced to bear the calamity of her happiness with the repeated rocking. “Yujin unnie, oh my god, you’re the best!”

"Calm down!" she chides with a giggle, but the girl's energy only goes up.

"We've got to go somewhere! Somewhere fancy, Yujin unnie, somewhere like a… a…"

What could be the perfect place to go for a day-off? The two of them have already gone to a massage therapist, as well as blown money on massive shopping sprees. That film screening’s crossed out, too. Now, with all of those boxes checked, they need a new one to add to the list. 

"A hot spring," Yujin declares rather than suggests, a cheeky grin on her face. Seems like she’s been scheming about a day-off for more than a while. "We're going to, like, a super private hot spring. It’s really exclusive, so even if people recognize us, we’ll be fine. Privacy is one of the reasons why it’s got five stars on Google reviews.”

Xiaoting leans back into the mirror and thinks about it. A private hot spring? No need to think if people would see her or not? It sounds too good to be true. She loves being an idol despite the schedules and cramped day-offs, but it definitely won’t hurt to be able to be herself where it won’t matter. It would drain the stress from her life even for just a little while.

Who knows? She might even make some new friends.

“I’m in!” 

-

Well, someone isn't, but that's how the story goes.

-

“Isn’t this kind of like nepotism?”

The creases on your clothes don’t smooth out by themselves. You guess you shouldn’t have procrastinated ironing them, especially now that you’re bringing them along for a trip. Look over at your friend's luggage and see that his clothes aren’t that perfect either, which comforts a much more unprioritized concern.

“Dude,” he sighs as he folds his clothes into organized (or at least, as organized as they can be) places inside his luggage bag, “do you even know what nepotism means?”

He got you. You make a sigh of your own, too; your main concern being the whole vacation thing is rather odd. It really shouldn’t be when it’s a promise of a good time, food served limitlessly, and the waves always there to crash on a tired soul, but it still sets you off.

What could be the reason for your gut feeling? You haven’t been able to figure out why. All you know is that if Lee weren’t your friend, you’d have refused to go. You would have fought not to go, but your circumstances are different, hence the clothes scattered along the carpeted floor of his room and the unzipped luggage carry-ons.

Your belongings sit side by side in your bag. Your earphones are tangled strings and your clothes are wrinkled; they don’t want to go either, apparently. They all yearn for home, just like you are, even if you’re just in the packing stage of the trip. 

Maybe they’ve got little introverted souls of their own.

“No,” you admit. Your back slumps. “It just… it just doesn’t seem fair, y'know."

“Who cares?” Lee says, in his usual, laid-back manner. It’s the thing that made the two of you close friends in the first place, but right now, it’s interfering with helping him understand your situation. Pity. “Lin works there, so it isn’t exactly a privilege. He works his ass off, and since he’s been a long-time employee, we get to stay there for free. Isn’t it neat?”

Lee looks at you with an expression that prods you to agree, but you don’t budge. It’s kind of funny how you refuse to enjoy a free connections-caused vacation when your morals are already fucked up as is, but when you believe in something, you don’t really back down easily.

Is that a good trait? Not exactly; it has its fair share of bad days.

“What about people who lose a booking spot because of us?” 

“Fuck them, man,” Lee says nonchalantly, waving a hand in the air. “I’m going to have fun, and nothing can ruin that for me.”

How you’re friends with someone who’s your complete opposite, you’ve no idea. But you like Lee—he’s been there for you when no one wanted to be, and you owe more to him than an agreement to a vacation. If that’s the case, why couldn’t you just go?

You say nothing. You don’t know what else to say anyway. Any more words from you might dig a deeper hole than you’ve already dug, so you choose to be silent. Sometimes it’s better to keep your mouth shut than explain yourself. 

“Hey,” he suddenly says, a softer melody to his tone now. “I’m sorry. I know you’re not too happy about going out, so if you want to back out, it’s totally fine with me. No hard feelings.”

You know he’s just trying to be kind, as anyone would, but his words tell you anything but not to go. Thing is, you don’t like being a burden on his back. On anyone’s back for that matter. Maybe it’s time to dip your toes out of your comfort zone and just dive headfirst into doing it. The whole thing would be over sooner than you’d think.

"I guess I'm in," you say. No going back now. 

"I fucking love you, man!" Lee cheers, throwing his arms around you. 

You have to admit you're smiling. Stifle it, but the creases of happiness get your cheeks unable to form a disguise. Decide not to hide it anymore (because who the fuck are you kidding anyway?) and return to packing.

In a slightly better mood, you fold one graphic shirt over the other, and ask, "What's the hype about the place anyway?"

"Well," Lee explains, "it's a hot spring. It's where celebrities, idols—all the hot people, basically—go for a vacay."

"Does that make us hot people then?" you wonder out loud. It's worth the question.

"You are a good-looking dude. I'd definitely tap that."

"Thanks." An embarrassingly lengthy beat. "Wait, what—"

"They pay really good, too," Lee goes on as if nothing happened. "That's why Lin likes working there. It has unlimited portions of dinner and a big buffet at night. The water's really warm, too, so you're not gonna shiver when you get in."

"Ah. Well,” shrug matter-of-factly, “it is a hot spring."

He smirks. "You don't get it, do you? The water there is perfect for external detoxifying. That's where Nayeon goes to get perfect skin."

There he goes again. Lee’s the type of person to be too in the know of every piece of celebrity gossip out there. That quality of his goes up when it’s about his favorite idol, Im Nayeon. 

"You're too in love with her," you scoff.

"We have a connection, is all."

"A parasocial one at that."

"One more word out of you," Lee says, voice full of warning, "and you're banned from my house and the hot spring."

You chuckle. Lee's quite sensitive when it comes to Nayeon. You wonder if there would be a point in your life wherein you'd obsess over an idol, too, just like he is. Perhaps a few months from now? 

(A day from now?)

"Oh, come on," you protest. Zip up your bag and shove it over to Lee. "It's not my fault you genuinely believe Nayeon's your girlfriend!"

"I don't, what the fuck."

"Then why do you want to go to the hot spring so badly? Think you can meet her there?" Put on a mocking voice. "Think you can marry her and have seven children with her?"

Lee glowers and gives you the finger. Gives you the finger on the other hand, too. Shoves the two raised middles into your face. "Fuck you, man."

Your heart feels lighter after teasing him. It just so happened that all it takes for you to agree is the classic ol' nagging. God knows you're good at that.

-

Your mind changed, see? It’s all going according to plan—you and Xiaoting have to meet somehow.

-

Xiaoting's happy that they're going to use the trailer. She knows it might attract attention, considering that a photo of her girl group is literally painted on the outer walls of the vehicle, but if the world sees fit, maybe people would assume it's a normal trailer with a fan-funded ad. 

Besides, it's better than her manager's tight old car. 

"We've got this place all to ourselves," Yujin says in her usual cheerful voice. She’s opted to go donning a lavender set of pajamas. Xiaoting chooses to wear a denim skirt and a t-shirt. "Which seat will it be, Ting?"

She scans the place. There are aisles and aisles of empty seats, all mantled with transparent plastic. There's a bathroom in the far end (essential after they eat some nice burgers on the road) and a television mounted at the very front of the trailer (gotta know what happens in the next episode of Running Man, after all).

Ultimately, they choose to sit near the doors. She suggests that they each occupy two seats opposite each other for comfort. Her friend agrees, thinking nothing of it. They both settle into their seats with pillows pressed to the trailer walls and the night sky watching their trip.

Would it watch if she decided to look at porn right now? Would the stars lose their shine after seeing the kinks she’s particularly into?

Oh, she knows it's risky, but she's got her headphones with her, hanging 'round her neck like an accessory. Yujin and the driver won't be disturbed that way. And she’s got mobile data, too. If they ever check the Wi-Fi router history, they’d know nothing about her secrets. At least, she doesn't think so.

She bites her lip. Yujin's still awake, so she has to hold out for a few more minutes.

"Isn't it nice getting to go out once in a while?" Yujin asks. She sighs dreamily as she looks out at the passing roads. The moon gleams in the reflection in her eyes. "It’s been a while since we went on a road trip. Not that fun when cameras are around."

Xiaoting's thighs squirm together. She's too horny for small talk with her. Her hands and eyes remain locked on her phone, where a video of a woman with spread legs between two anonymous men waits. She wants to watch it already, to imagine that it’s her body they’re using. She wants to sink her fingers deep in her own cunt and fuck herself into a quiet yet violent orgasm. She needs it more than she could say, but Yujin’s still there, waiting for a response.

“Ting-ah,” Yujin calls out, looking at her with eyes full of expectation. She’s confused; Xiaoting is quiet, but not so much that her responses are nonexistent. Something must be wrong. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah.” Does she dare…? Xiaoting hopes the dark night covers her hand, which edges down to her covered core. She bites her lip to muffle the moany sound of her breath catching on a hook. “We deserve this. Let’s hope the girls aren’t jealous.”

“They’re going to stay at Disneyland,” replies the leader. “If anything, we’re the ones who should be jealous.”

Xiaoting finds her clit and rubs at it softly with the tip of her finger. Her thighs instinctually lock her wrist in place. The heat gathers at her bundle of nerves and spreads to the rest of her body. She’s too turned on, and the thought of Yujin or the driver finding out that she’s touching herself both frightens and excites her. At times, her wrist stops its choreographed motions, hesitance riddling its veins, but goes against it with a pace even she can’t keep up with.

“Xiaoting? Earth to Shen Xiaoting?”

“Ah,” she responds, but it’s more induced by her fingers drawing number 8s on her nub rather than an apologetic answer. Xiaoting’s cheeks and ears turn red. “Yeah, Disneyland. They’re younger anyway, so I’d guess they’d like… that.”

Yujin peers at her closely. Her eyes squint but fail to catch on to her groupmate’s hand which now starts to fuck her fingers into her tight hole. “Are you okay?” 

Xiaoting is more than okay. She’s blissful, and she’s not using the term loosely, mind you; her wetness practically floods her panties. They slicken the pads of her fingers and drive them through deeper places in her needy cunt. No matter how hard she tries to relax in order for her fingers to intrude her hole more, she still desperately clenches down. It’s humiliating how hard and sensitive her nipples have become even without them being directly touched.

Her hips sway in what she prays is a subtle dance. She looks out the window and nods. She’s a little afraid to speak. What if her words end up becoming garbled moans? Would it matter if they do? How high is the possibility of her saying something like please please let me touch myself, I’ll be a good girl, don’t make me stop I’ve been so good?

Yujin eventually lets the matter rest and melts into sleepful rest herself. It’s either she has an idea of what Xiaoting is doing and doesn’t care enough to pry, or has no idea at all and decides to leave it be for both of their sakes. Her head leans on the window pane where her sleep-ridden eyelids reflect.

Once Xiaoting ensures that her eyes are completely shut, she connects her headphones to her phone. Her mind’s so addled by lust that the clicking of buttons necessary to wire the sound matches the speed of light. She hits the play button, waiting eagerly for the video with the hand between her legs.

One of the men teases the woman’s tiny slit with his cock, making the actress toss her head back and bite her lip. Xiaoting’s mouth waters at how big the rod is, and suddenly it’s not lust much anymore but wishfulness. She wants to be fucked as good as she could be, and it can’t easily be solved with watching pornography. For now, though, she settles with teasing her clit with the same rhythm one of the male pornstars is performing on the passive woman.

Her heart aches with want. As she watches him penetrate her while his partner fucks her mouth, she teases herself. Her breaths break through her nostrils while her fingers rub up and down between her drenched folds. She dips her middle digit inside her clenched hole, and she has to gather her strength not to moan unabashedly right then and there. The power of imagination reaches beyond excellence, and right now she’s imagining that she’s in the same position as the porn actress: having both her upper and downer lips fucked at the same time.

“Fuck,” she whispers. It’s a thin little word, barely creating any sound, but she still looks at Yujin out of paranoia. Upon finding that she remains asleep, she continues fucking herself. The sides of her fingers clash with her velvety walls to rub and stimulate them. Her wrist bumps her clit, increasing the pleasure of the experience.

Her pussy’s closed tightly around her fingers, as if telling them to go on or they’ll be trapped here doing it forever. Soon, she has to lift her hips too to mash them with her hand. Xiaoting’s filling herself over and over again, and her risque little self-love session is amplified with the dirtiest of thoughts. She thinks how badly she wants to be used, to be treated like the good girl she’s willing to ditch her whole persona to be. She ponders on how good it would feel if her holes were to be filled with cock and fingers and cum, and the way it would never stop even after she’s spent. She guarantees that’s the part that makes her excited the most.

Soon, she’s lost in her own dream. This isn’t exactly a dream slumber would stumble across, but it’s perfect—it’s an imaginary land where she’s given what she wants. What she wants just so happens to be fucked. That’s how simple it is. She’d appreciate nothing more than to have her body rubbed and touched, to have her holes spread to their limits and taken in a way that’s almost inconsiderate. 

It's a fantasy she has, in fact, of being screwed by two people at once. She’s read the explicit fictional stories horny fans on the internet write about her, but she’s chosen to enjoy them rather than report them to her agency. They get some parts right: she wants to be fucked, she’s constantly on edge, and would love to have her sexual dreams fulfilled. The problem here is that there’s no one to make them come true for her; she has to stick with overused words in old fanfiction site posts and her fingers.

The two men’s symphony of moas draw wetter strings of lubrication from her cunt. It’s as if the video were an actual critically acclaimed movie with how much she’s hooked onto it. She imagines the best she could that it’s her ass that fat cock is going into, her mouth that’s being ruined, her clit that’s being rubbed. She wants it all more than anything.

“Please,” she says. Her legs cross and her voice strains to be allowed to scream. “Fuck me, use me, pound me… ‘lmost there…”

Xiaoting shuts her eyes and lets the sounds get to her: the clashing of skin, the wet squelching sounds that are either coming from her pussy or the pornstar’s, the male and female moans alike. She pumps faster, and she’s chasing her high like a starved hunter for prey. She’s chasing after it, grasping it—

“Cumming!”

The shock settles in before she squirts all over the seat. The worst thing is that she’s not able to stop the stream of girl cum coming from her pussy despite her hand halting its movements. She can’t take back her words either. Someone definitely heard that.

“Ting-ah,” says a drowsy Yujin. She lifts her head off the window and squints through blurred vision to try and make out what happened. “Did someone say anything?”

“Yes… ah, no.” Xiaoting thanks goodness that her voice isn’t brittle anymore. “I think I just, uh, spilled my water.”

“Oh. Want me to help you clean it up?”

“It’s, it’s fine,” Xiaoting declines politely and waves her off. 

(Fuck, she wasn’t supposed to dismiss her with that hand! Luckily, she explained the reason for the wetness just now. She just hopes the atmosphere doesn’t stink of fluids and cum.)

Still, long after the girl drifts off to sleep again, Xiaoting discovers that it isn’t enough. She could have the most head-numbing orgasms known to woman, but they still won’t feel as good when they’re not drawn out of her by someone else. 

So, what should she do?

-

Planes are the closest thing to the Devil incarnate. Whose idea was it to throw people into the sky where they could disappear with the wrong turn? It’s bad enough on the ground, but when you’re talking about being in the sky where the weather can pull you down without effort, the danger makes your skin crawl more.

So, when Lee told you that he booked two seats on a plane to get to the infamous hot spring, (the time of the explanation conveniently being when you were already miles from home in the goddamned car), you freaked out. That’s the lightest way you can put it.

“What the fuck do you mean we’re getting on a plane?” you ask, trying to keep your voice at a level wherein the taxi driver won’t hear your toddler-like complaints.

“Are you serious?” your friend fires back, although his title as a friend would have withered instantly if not for your genuine admiration for the guy. “It’s in Seoul, what did you expect us to do? Walk like twenty-thousand miles to get there?”

You let out a little hoarse laugh and clap your hands together sarcastically. Taking theater in high school has seriously influenced your ways. “You know I hate heights, Lee! Oh, and what a great argument you have there: using that White Chicks song to defend yourself. Really mature.”

“That’s A Thousand Miles, you moron!” Lee punches your shoulder. “I already booked a flight, so you either go through or go home. Deal with it.”

You’d have chosen the latter, but you really don’t want to drag your heavy bags home. The roads have been crossed and the wheels have rolled—you can’t back out now. It would break the whole puzzle from the first jigsaw piece to the last. 

Besides, you did tell yourself that it was time to step out of your comfort zone. It would take blocking out flashbacks of when the plane made an emergency landing back when you were four years old and on a family trip, but no one promised that it would be easy. 

The driver flashes the two of you dirty looks. You and Lee immediately take the hint to calm down and save the conversation for later.

Entering the airport and discovering that the drop-off place is underground reminds you of the second closest thing to the Devil incarnate: the cursed invention that is the elevator. 

Choose any elevator out there: an office elevator, a Barbie dreamhouse rope-controlled one, or the other unholy name they take up which is “lift.” Whatever and wherever doesn’t matter. You hate all of them equally, the contempt in your heart going out for each one that exists. It doesn’t matter which form they transform into. You will always hate them with every piece of your soul.

It just turns out that perhaps your overly paranoid gut feelings were right this time, for today, you experience the worst of not one, but two hells of your worst fears.

“You know,” say out loud as you suspiciously examine every cramped corner of the elevator, “I have to start saying no sometimes. I don’t need this, man.”

Lee scoffs. “You say ‘no’ all the time.” He tracks the numbers going up on the little screen above the elevator buttons. “You should actually start doing the opposite.”

Once again, guilt runs through your blood like a drug. It definitely won’t be a recreational one; you realize through it that all your life, you’ve sheltered yourself in a bubble where no discomfort could ever pop in and welcome itself into your home. It’s carried on into adulthood and, like that of an irritating intrusive thought, won’t leave. It’s a painful discovery, and you don’t want to think about it more.

The elevator seems to shrink around you. You can only think of how there would be the plane to not look forward to as well, and you feel even sicker.

One step at a time, buddy. One step at a time.

The gray doors part and welcome you to a floor of marble, promotional tarpaulins that hang from the high ceiling, and lots of people. You release a breath of relief.

“Look, I’m sorry, man,” says Lee. He rolls his luggage out of the claustrophobia-causing nightmare and shrugs. 

It’s his second apology of the day. He tries to play it off with small smiles, but he’s obviously down. He’s never forced you to do stuff you weren’t comfortable with until now, and because of that, it’s ruining the trip. You’re ruining the trip. It hasn’t even fully begun yet.

“You don’t have to say that all the time, you know.” 

“I know, but I…” He shakes his head. “I just want to have a nice vacation with my closest friend. I’m sorry if I keep pushing your limits—”

“My limits are anything that make me feel, like, even the slightest bit uncomfy,” you inform him with a small, lighthearted grin. “Don’t feel bad about it. You’re still a dick, though.”

“And you still don’t know what A Thousand Miles is.”

Scoff and walk faster. You and Lee meet each other’s gazes along the way and grin. It’s how you know everything’s going to work out.

Your wristwatch says that it's nearly one a.m.. Explains why your eyelids are heavy, but you keep going. If you persevere, the inevitable sleep on the flight would distract you from everything. Make your world lighter for just a few hours. Jetlag’'ll come around, though, but fending off flight anxiety is your main concern now. 

Climbing into the plane, you find your seats. Lee calls dibs on the window seat, which you have no problem giving to him. The light clouds in the dark sky and the shining city lights beneath them all may look photogenic, but it's a far cry from fascinating to you. It's a nightmare, a complete opposite from beautiful.

"Soda or coffee?" asks the flight attendant. She's pretty—she looks like she could be the Nation's Sweetheart with her youthful face and timid yet polite smile. 

(Wait…)

You don't drink either of them anyway. Soda's too carbonated, and coffee would just keep you awake. That’s the last thing you need to be. "Water, please."

"Boring," Lee says. He turns to the flight attendant. "I'll take both, if you please."

"Seat 1112, am I correct?"

"Sure are." He leans back onto the armrest and smiles.

You roll your eyes at Lee practically making heart eyes at the flight attendant. He's trying to look all cool, too. Shake your head as you drink from the water bottle the woman gave you.

"I apologize, sir, but your payment doesn't cover two drinks. May I offer you water instead?"

Water streams out of your nose. Laughs shake your chest and shoulders. The poor old lady over at the front rows looks at you curiously. A man's stifling his laughs while Lee tries to debate which party should be more embarrassed: him or you.

A fair tie?

“That was so not cool, man,” Lee grumbles. He lifts the cup full of mineral water to his lips and drinks it halfheartedly. 

“Hey, not my fault you only think with your dick.”

“Whatever. Fine.” He looks at the attendant serving other people again. “She kinda looks like IU, doesn’t she?”

You tilt your head. He could be right; you might have caught a glimpse of a camera around the corner. Maybe she was doing a variety show role? And with that face looking strikingly identical with Korea’s household name, there’s a chance that his attempt to pick the Lee Jieun up was just broadcasted on live television. 

Wipe your mouth. “You like IU, too, don’t you?” you ask.

Lee shrugs. “Her surname isn’t for nothing, ain’t it? She’s like my number two after Nayeon.”

“And you realize that you’re probably gonna get eaten up by her fans on Pannchoa if she’s really IU?”

“Yep,” your friend says with a nonchalant tilt of his head. “Who cares? Anybody in Korea would die to have IU in his life, or at least, someone who looks like her.”

You have a feeling that it foretells something that would change the trajectory of your lives forever. How and why, you don’t know. You guess you’ll just have to survive the flight to find out.

It takes a long time to get you to find out. The whole ride is a headache. Turbulence knocks the plane side to side, and you’re constantly bumped awake from your sleep. You’re thankful that you didn’t choose to get risky and choose the window seat. If you did, you’d have multiple fears of suddenly falling from the sky and into an ocean called the Middle of Nowhere. You try to get Lee to pull the small blinds of the window down to soothe your fears, but he’s too fascinated by how the clouds wisp and wane over the wings of the plane. He did give in to letting you use his blanket, though, so you decide that it’s okay.

Landing is a different story. Your palms feel numb after holding onto the armrests for so long. They lose color, stiffening upon the solid coping mechanism and persevering the best they can. While the others, especially the older men, clap politely after the plane meets earth again, you sit there breathless. 

“Wasn’t so bad now, was it?” Lee asks. He’s clapping, too, earning the approval of an old American guy to his right. 

Glower. “Fuck you."

-

You have to admit: it is quite a nice place. You'd say that to Lee, but you're still in a bad mood after the flight. 

The hot spring lifts your spirits anyway. Small well-furnished buildings reserved for the esteemed guests (a.k.a you and Lee) stand to the side while the hot spring pools are modestly curtained. Tangled lights pepper the poles, making Christmas come early. The night pairs up with it to make shadows on the grass. 

You feel like a rich man. Rich men aren’t exactly all that honest, but you’re truthful when you say that perhaps it was a good idea to join Lee on the trip.

"Now remember," Lee tells you, dressed in a pair of swimshorts like you, "the expensive places like this one separate the women from the men. So you gotta be careful."

"Sounds like my old Sunday school." Translation: easy to follow.

Sunday school also taught that greed isn’t good. That’s one thing you can’t reject because you crave for more of this place. The clear, chlorine water seeping into the grass from the brim of the pool and the large buffet set out on a long table before the hot springs all draw you closer to more than one of the seven deadly sins. You want more of this rare luxury even if you’ll bite off more than you can chew.

At least you have Lee as your partner on the highway to hell.

"All I'm saying is," he pulls back the curtain of one of the pools and gestures a welcoming hand, "be mindful 'cause—"

"Hey, what the fuck!"

You almost jump out of your flip-flops. Look around to see who screamed, then realize you have nowhere to look but forward. 

There lies (swims?) your answer: a young, red-haired woman is in the warm water, glaring as she covers up her body. There's not much to cover when her exposed tight midriff already has ample show space below the bikini, but the shock in her eyes shows that there's more to this than modesty. She was doing something she never intended to be seen.

Looks like your friend didn't live up to his words about carefulness. He just invaded the women's pool. And now you're pulled into the mess and could be fined for this and that. You're already broke enough as is, so the irritableness inside you grows again.

"Oh my god," Lee says. He looks curious despite the shock on his face. Seeing this girl is like deja vu—he swears on his life he’s seen her before.  "I'm so sorry. W-we, we didn't…we're sorry, miss—"

"It’s Xiaoting," the girl says. "Be careful, you almost gave me a heart attack!"

Her name rings a bell, but it’s only a light sound. You swear you’ve heard of her somewhere—that face belongs on magazines, and with the hot spring being the go-to for celebrities, there’s a big chance she’s a famous name. 

Lee swallows. He sees it, too. "Is it the wrong time to say that you look just like IU?"

"Don't flatter me," Xiaoting says, though the venom in her words is suddenly stranded. Those red cheeks can't be induced by the fancy lights. "You can't just disturb a girl with her me time. Fucking leave."

Me time?

Slowly, all the pieces fall into place. You realize that the shock Xiaoting showed isn’t because of the pool regulations and restrictions about the guests, but because she’s doing something far more bold. Now you understand why her fingers, still covering her top, are wrinkled even when the red locks of her head aren’t wet.

“Oh, who am I kidding?” Xiaoting rolls her eyes. “I’ve been dying to get fucked all day.” 

“What?” you ask, your voice ridden with confusion from the sudden realization.

She eyes your stomachs, quads, and faces. Her big eyes are cameras—they sweep down your body and Lee’s own with accurate focus. You suddenly feel like shrinking into a small creature just to escape the power of her stare. In one way or another, she still brings her intimidating idol persona outside of the stage.

She drops her arms from her neck and shows off the whole of her body. It’s slim yet toned, gathering the most power in her midriff lined with light abs and her thighs that look delicious even when submerged in water. The black top and bottoms hug her figure so well it’s starting to look as if she had them personally handmade and tailored to look fantastic on her. 

“And those cocks,” she continues, looking at your crotches with a lick of her lips, “look perfect. Big enough to give my insides a good rearranging, you know?”

You and Lee look at each other, then back at Xiaoting. None of you expected that, even from a woman whom you assumed just masturbated in the pool. And whose name starts to sound more and more familiar.

"Are you…" you dare to ask.

"Shen Xiaoting," she replies. She's slowly stepping out of the pool. You'd die to be the water caressing her thighs. "You know Kep1er, don't you?"

Lee nods dumbly. 

She smiles. "I thought so. I knew you'd recognize me after you said I looked like IU."

"For what it's worth," your friend says, stumbling on his words, "I like IU. A lot. I got to know you when, uh, fans on Twitter said you looked like her."

"Would you fuck me like you want to fuck her?"

Now he has no words to stumble on. "I… uh…"

"Your friend doesn’t look too sure,” Xiaoting says after she turns to you. Resting her head on one side, she adds, charmingly: “How about we show him the real deal? Make him give in?”

You can’t believe what she’s saying. It’s both too good and too bad to be true. The first factor to this that’s a pro and a con is that she’s an idol. Didn’t she just say that she’s from Kep1er? If one of the hot spring staff couldn’t keep their mouth shut, a scandal would spread on news sites and social media alike that Kep1er’s visual and main dancer just fucked a random guy. Two random guys if this escalates. 

You can’t give in.

Xiaoting massages your shoulders.

You won’t give in.

And she runs her fingers along your chest and down to the band of your swimshorts. She pulls it down.

You shan’t give in.

Afterwards. she fishes your cock out from your gray underwear. You’re hard. She’s smiling.

You’ll never give in.

She pumps it. Her hand is as soft as it looks. The added texture from the wrinkles stimulates you more in a way that’s so fucked up it shouldn’t be allowed to happen. You bite your lip to break the moan that nearly escaped your lips.

Xiaoting drops to her knees.

You give your all.

Xiaoting kisses your tip then tickles your slit with the soft edge of her tongue. You exhale too loudly for her not to grin mischievously. Her bright eyes shouldn’t look so innocent when her full lips graze along your length, sealing at the base then harshly sucking all the way backwards. But they do, and you can’t look away. 

She’s trapped you. You’re a little embarrassed at how a girl who’s only met you and knows all the risks that come with fucking you still manages to reduce you to groans because you should be the bigger person here. You should play the devil’s advocate and tell her to get away from you with her nonsense and stupidly soft lips and irritatingly beautiful face. You should push her away. Yes, she should do everything but come closer; she should—

“Fuck me,” you breathe raspily.

“‘Course I will,” Xiaoting answers with a smile that’s too pretty for her own good. She faces your friends and flashes him a quiet smile. “Jealous yet?”

“No,” Lee answers. 

“Hm. I can do something about that.”

She deepthroats you, welcoming your bulge into her tight neck and letting it thrust in and out. The closeness of her airway greets you when you push, and her slick, wet mouth begs you to come back when you exit. It leaves you in a frenzy of indecisiveness—you don’t know what to choose: keep bluntly thrusting into Xiaoting’s throat or let your cockhead glide along her lips. Again, she makes you dizzy. Helpless. Weak.

“You sure know how to suck a dick,” says Lee enviously. The tightness of his shorts can’t hide his erection. 

Xiaoting pulls back. “Oh, I do,” she says. “I can do two things at once, if you know what I mean.” She levels him with a schemeful stare. “I’m very good at it.”

“Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” she asks meekly. Her bottom lip juts out, “Want me to show you?”

Whenever Lee watches Kep1er’s V-lives or variety shows, he takes Xiaoting as someone who’s silent but forgiving. But now that he’s actually met her, he finds out that she’s the type of girl who doesn’t take no for an answer. If it weren’t already obvious from her rubbing his cock over his bottoms and her mouth sucking you away, she always gets what she wants. She might like to play quiet and innocent, but it’s clear that she isn’t any of that.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps. Her palm’s soft and smooth over the sensitive flesh of his erection. “Xiao– Xiaoting… you’re so—”

“Oh, so now you want to fuck me?” 

“I—uh—”

“Say it.” Xiaoting replaces her mouth on your cock with a furious, pumping hand and prods your friend on. Now she’s jerking the two of you off at the same time and leaves no second for you to breathe. “Say that you want to fuck me.”

“I want to fuck you, Xiaoting,” Lee says. He closes his eyes and hisses. “We want to fuck you so bad.”

You nod in agreement. Both of your male moans fill the air, making Xiaoting’s smile grow wider. She’s finally getting what she wants, and she’s not going to stop until it blooms to something better. She can already imagine being fucked by the two of you. She bets it’ll be better than just watching an old porn video.

The cause of the thrill is recognizable. Yujin could walk into the pool at any time and scream at the boldness, and if you and Lee weren’t trustworthy, she’d end up on the news and ruin her career. It’s the risk of being caught that quickens her jerking of your cocks, that makes her smile like never before.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” she coos. “You want to cum all for me so much it’s pathetic. But I like it, so don’t you worry. And I won’t mind if you shower me with your hot cum either, so do it.”

The pace of her hand jerking you off matches the speed of the one she’s using on Lee. Your breaths and moans mix with his, and you’re driven on by the redheaded girl nodding in encouragement. Her little nods remind you of how she took your cock so effortlessly just a few minutes ago, and you’re getting worked up again. 

“Getting excited, I see,” Xiaoting remarks, noting the thrusts the two of you fire into her closed fists.  “Make sure it isn’t for nothing. Cum on my face, my body, I don’t care. Just do it.”

Her soft voice is addicting; how can it pronounce such bold, dirty words while keeping the same touch of innocence to it? You don’t know what or why, but you don’t care anyway. You’re only going after the high that’s so close you can taste it. Maybe Xiaoting can taste it. You wouldn’t want anything less than that. 

On the other hand, you could go for more.

On Xiaoting’s other hand, Lee erupts. She closes her eyes in delight as he paints her with his overflowing semen. Her delicate face is caked with the bold fluid when it shouldn’t be—Xiaoting’s face should only ever be used in sweet, nostalgic commercials, not blasted with cum. But it is, and on the first impact, she immediately lets her tongue stick out. It’s the lewd expression on her face while doing it that finally makes you explode on her. 

A lot of it ends up on her face, but the lucky droplets slide down to her mouth. Xiaoting’s heart bursts with satisfaction at the most inappropriate of things, and this is the highest on the list of them. To be showered with cum by two anonymous men who could do anything with her if they please makes her shiver. She wants it. She wants you most of all.

And so when she gets up, she says, with a tone that warns the two of you that consequences will be consequences if you refuse: “Let’s get out of here.”

-

You end up in another place: her room. This day has just been setting change after setting change. You’re grateful that this one is well-furnished, though—any other bed would break if Lee had thrown Xiaoting like that on it. 

She likes it, however; she props herself up on the mattress after it went on with a wide smile. It’s more seductive than it should be, and for that reason, you pull off her shorts while Lee lifts her top over her body.

You’re not usually this confident. You like to stand at the side and let everything take its course. But Xiaoting just ignites something in you. She brings out a lust-crazed animal inside you that survives by fucking her numbless.

Maybe it’s her body that’s making you this way? Her arms and waist are thin, but her thighs are fuller than you expected. You part them and discover that her pussy is the same way. Her pink, puffy lips are soaked, and you’re here to clean her up.

“Oh my god, what are you doing… ahhh!” 

Xiaoting’s cry approaches a scream as you tongue her fat pussy. First, you flick her clit with a sudden expertness. Then, you latch your lips around it and give her the most powerful suction you can muster. Her wetness instantly floods your face. When she throws her head back to open her mouth, Lee comes up to make sure it’s put to good use.

“Suck me off, Xiaoting,” he tells her. “Like a good girl.”

How could she be a good girl? How could she be a well-behaved little thing when your tongue is completely ruining her, slick against her lips then wild inside her twitching hole? Xiaoting doesn’t think she can, but this is what she’s dreamed of. This is what she wanted, so she’ll go through it gladly.

Lee learns from her habits at not taking “no” for an answer and dips his hips on her face. Her lips spread and take his cock fully. She whines and tries to relax her throat to take his length, but her neck still ends up with a bulge imprinted on its flesh. 

Her engorged clit experiences the best of pleasure as your lips massage it. She finally screams and bucks her hips into your face, but you hold her down by her luscious thighs. Squeeze them, then spank them. There’s an unexpected voice inside you commanding you to pepper her creamy thighs with handprints again and again. You’d love to corrupt the paleness of her soft flesh with red. Mark her that way. Tell her that she got what she wanted. You want to see her twitch and cry and moan for more, and you want to give it to her since hell, who are you to reject Shen Xiaoting?

So, you give in to the voice. Let it control you and raise your hand to her right thigh. You squeeze in time with Lee’s thrusts into her mouth. Her lower body lifts off the bed, but you pin her down again anyway. As revenge, her thighs curl around your head and keep you locked to her center. But it can’t be revenge when you relish it, can it?

“Fuck, her mouth is so fucking good,” Lee groans. His balls hit Xiaoting right in her pretty face, and she makes sure to dedicate at least a few licks to fuel his lust. “Told you this vacation was gonna be good. Getting a pretty girl to use.”

What are you even supposed to say to that? Your fears get the best of you again. You’re afraid to sound off to Xiaoting if you say the wrong word. Her pretty cunt just addles your brain that no words can be formed. They translate into actions, like pulling your lips away from her pussy and rubbing at her clit.

“Hnnnn!” Xiaoting cries. Her hips gyrate, and it’s your job again to keep her on the bed. You can’t do anything about the wet sheets, though. You can’t stop Xiaoting’s violent squirting as your rubbing at her core grows more frequent and harsh.

Lee pulls out of her mouth. A rain of white damages her face, but it’s the very storm in which she screams to the fullest. She’s tapping out, unable to handle the furious flicks at her clit. She barely has the strength to lift herself up, but she tries anyway for the purpose of seeing how her squirt flashes out from under her engorged clit, where you thumb and lick energetically. 

“Fuck, fuck, I can’t!” she says, eyes not bothering to open anymore. “Please make me cum more, I can’t take it!”

Her words contrast each other, but you take the initiative to avoid stopping. You slip two fingers inside her to fill her desperate pussy and place your lips on her nub. Your rhythms are mismatched, but they’re perfect enough to make Xiaoting’s toes curl. 

“Look at these pretty tits,” Lee says. He comes up from behind Xiaoting to wrap his hands fully around her small, painted chest. Pinching her nipples, he kisses her neck. “So perfect. You like this, Xiaoting?”

What other answer is truthful except for the whiny, shouted “Yes!” she replies? 

Xiaoting leans back into his chest and kisses him. While Lee toys with her sensitive nipples as she screams and begs, you suck her clit harshly. It pulses between your lips. Although it’s clear you’re draining her, stopping is an impossibility. You’re high on Xiaoting, and you want to do everything but come down.

“Cum— cumming, cumming so hard!” she mumbles. Lee’s kisses on her neck rake up her sensitivity. “Please make me cum, gonna cum again, too much, please!”

As she promised, your mouth is filled again with her sweet nectar. You could live on it; you could have Xiaoting sit on your face each day for her cum to heal your shortcomings as if you were a god. But you decide that’s enough for now, and sighs heavily in relief. She relies on your friend’s chest to keep herself up.

“Y-you eat me so well,” she says appreciatively. “You’re so good.”

Your blush is almost as red as her hair. “Thanks, I guess,” you respond bashfully. 

“Hey, didn’t I fuck your mouth good, too?” Lee asks. He’s a little jealous hearing you get praised instead of him. Xiaoting is one of his heroes, that being the reason why he wants her approval, too. 

Xiaoting, suddenly full of energy, sits up straight and taps her chin. “I don't know, can your dick even fill me properly?”

You raise your brows. It’s a solid reminder that you and Lee may have spent all night ruining her body, but she still is the puppeteer. Her status, wants, and pretty face drag you around like strings, having you do whatever she wants you to do. She’s just insanely good at making it seem that you could do whatever to her. If she weren’t an idol, she could have been an actress.

“Oh yeah?” Lee sits up, too, and tries to hide the offense in his face. 

Xiaoting meets his gaze, unfaltering. “You heard me.”

“Alright then, I’ll fill you up,” he offers. He rises from the bed and stands with you. “He’ll fuck your mouth. Call it a spitroast, then we’ll see who’s better.”

Xiaoting’s eyes sparkle. He really doesn’t have a clue, does he? But he’s cute, and as much as she’d climb heights to avoid admitting it, he has a big cock. She can't wait for it to fill her up.

Excitement grips her skin as Lee pulls her up and bends her over the bed. His cock teases her hole. You take your place in front of Xiaoting. 

The first spank resounds. She winces, but she's biting her lip. You can see every lewd expression she makes with your position before her. You slap your cock on her cheek, and she moans delightfully. 

"That feels so good," she says, through ragged breaths. She runs a hand through her Ariel hair and smiles. Her grin glints with charm. "Come on, boys. Use me. You can do that for me, can't you? And—fuck."

Her pussy, still sensitive, reels helplessly. Lee has his cock penetrating her thighs, nudging her clit. It isn't even the real thing but she's already so weak. 

"Your thighs are amazing, Xiaoting," he tells her. 

"I know. Fuck them all you want, but don't forget to fill me up. You," she looks up at you and smirks, a fatal attack to your poor heart, "blow a big load in my mouth, okay?"

You nod. You brush your cockhead on her soft lips, then slowly enter her mouth. It's still as good as the first time, for her tongue knows how to work wonders on your length. She's all wet and hot, and although you envy Lee for having the chance to fuck her pussy, you think that this is good for now.

You and Lee pump into Xiaoting quickly. Both of her holes are incredibly wet. While her slick walls contract and hold on to his cock, her warm mouth moistens your length with sheen-coated pleasure. You're both knocking into her body, feeling her all over the place—her small bouncing tits, the ripples of her perfect ass, her wide hips; no place is left untouched. 

And, despite the violence of the intercourse as you fuck Xiaoting on both ends, she likes it. 

She doesn’t need to bob her head anymore to let your girth into her tight throat; Lee’s harsh thrusts from behind drive her mouth to swallow more of you. You’ve got your fingers in her hair, gathering them in one tight tail, so that there won’t be hindrance in facefucking her. So far, her face is the most perfect thing to fuck. Your hand, though a familiar dream, can’t compare to the way her eyes sparkle when her gaze meets yours, or the hollowing of her cheeks when she dares to push her limits. 

Or maybe she’s just that pretty.

“Too much for you now, Xiaoting?” Lee asks. He’s gripping the soft cheeks of her bubble butt then teasing the puckered hole. 

“You wish,” Xiaoting says, pulling away from your cock and jacking it off. You can’t really see her when she turns her head to your friend, but you can just tell that she’s got on the most bratty expression. Even her words alone can entice Lee to fuck the brat out of her.

“What about now?”

Xiaoting shimmies away after he slips a finger inside her tight asshole. Desperate not to show her vulnerability, she places her mouth on your cock again. Her moans reverberate and create breathy pleasure on your length, and you start to fuck her harder. You know she’s enjoying it; her face never shows anything other than bliss, and her moans increase despite her filled mouth. 

All her holes are filled, and it’s going further than she’s ever dreamed of. Your touch is everywhere, and she tries to sink into it wherever it goes, but it keeps roaming. She can’t keep up with the thumb on her clit. Or the fingers spreading her virginal ass. Or your cock defiling her mouth. Or—

“More, f-fuck!” 

The suction of her pretty lips increases. Xiaoting’s eyes are squeezed shut. The room fills with screams and she clenches down so hard that Lee fills her insides earlier than he’d like. 

“Holy shit, that’s it, Xiaoting,” he says. His groans almost match her screams. “Fucking cum all over this cock.”

Their cum mixes together, a lewd liquid that drips down the thighs he fucked earlier. Her moans are strained cries, ones you muffle with a few remaining thrusts. She counts your thrusts just like she did whenever she dances at the practice room, timing her licks with them. More witness dribbles down her skin at your moans, and she evokes more out of you as she swallows your complete length all in one go. Restricted by the closeness of her throat, you’ve no choice but to cum inside her mouth. 

“Xiao– Xiaoting…” You’ve lost all control over balance and logic. You sit back down heavily on the edge of the bed and try to keep up with your breath.

Xiaoting licks your cockhead one last time. She laughs when it twitches. Her lips are lined with white, hot cum. “You don’t talk much,” she says, then, as she pointedly looks at Lee, continues, “but you’re really cute.”

“That’s it.” Lee’s a jealous guy. He ’t take the poorly veiled method Xiaoting’s too good at: riling him up. He doesn’t let envy take hold of what he does, but now, lust has corrupted his mind. He was too turned on by the sight of Xiaoting’s perfect back curving with his thrusts, at the sloppy sounds of her blowjob. Everything about her oozes of sex, which is what he’s happy to do to her.

He throws her on the bed again. The soft landing doesn’t save the bounce of her ass, nor does it take away the pleasurable pain of Lee spreading her legs. Lee’s face is flushed with lust and jealousy. He takes it all out in slapping the puffy cunt the best he can. 

Xiaoting cries out with satisfaction when he spanks her cunt, even parking her crotch further into his hand. “Fuck, yes, keep doing that!” 

“Brat,” Lee spits. You’re silent, but you secretly agree with him, too. Xiaoting’s a bigger brat than she poses herself as.

“Alright,” she says. Raised brows, upturned smile, she quips: “Then fuck me like one.”

She isn’t denying it or anything, but she is running away from the consequences of being one. She’s gauging the reaction she wants from the two of you, making it seem like it’s the perfect thing to do to put her in her place when she’s only rising above. She seems to love the reaction Lee makes:

“I’ll go for her ass,” he says, pulling her into his lap. As he does, his cock slips inside the ringed hole. Xiaoting’s cracked gasp fills your ears. “You can have a turn on her bratty cunt.”

More sounds of lewdness and pleasure spill from her pretty mouth when Lee pushes his fingers inside her pussy and spreads the walls apart. You watch, with strange hooked fascination, as Xiaoting writhes at Lee scissoring his fingers inside her. Cum ribbons his fingers, but he keeps going, determined to batter Xiaoting down into a desperate passive. You’d say it’s working, for what it’s worth.

“Hnnn, so hot, I can’t—!” She looks down at her fingerfucked pussy and hisses. “Haah, fffuck, please don’t stop!”

Lee doesn’t stop for a while. He continues fucking her pussy with his digitis until she squirts. All the while her voice reaches new pitches. He ends with slapping her crotch over and over, wetting his hands with her liquid.

“Oh, oh god, so good!” she screams. You squeeze her taut nipples and rub your cockhead on her clit. “Keep doing that, I’m ‘bout to cum so hard!”

“Again?” you ask. She looks up at you, surprised you’re speaking, but her gaze breaks at your cock filling her entrance up. “You’re a little cumslut, aren’t you? It’s all you ever want to do: cum all over cock.”

Despite her surprise, she nods. It’s true, anyway, so what’s the point in denying it? And there’s really not much time to put up a fight when the two of you are filling both of her holes. 

Her ass aches, but Lee’s in heaven—her tight little asshole is heaven itself. The cum and wetness from her pussy serve as good lubricant to slide in and out of her, to spread and slap her bouncing cheeks. You’re in heaven, too, despite the sin you make of thrusting into Xiaoting’s silken cunt like it depends on your life. At times, you pull out to rub your cock on her lips, enjoying the puffed texture of it and the whine of need she makes.

Kisses are everywhere. You pepper Xiaoting’s lips with them, too engaged with how soft her lips are to regard the fact that your friend’s literal cock has been there, and Lee kisses her arms. You’re both keen on ruining all of her body, and that involves marking her as your own. For this night, anyway, but the night is still young; while it lasts, you might as well up the tempo of your thrusts and grope her body as much as you like.

You find that the parts of her form that you appreciate the most are her face, thighs, and pussy. You loved to paint her pretty face with your load, corrupting the innocence it exudes. You relish thinking, too, of how her thighs served as earmuffs around your head and almost crushed you with how full and muscular they are. Plus, her pussy’s so perfect, so tight that you don’t think you’d want any other. It clenches and grips with every thrust, sends her hands flying to the sheets and on the side of Lee’s face.

Shen Xiaoting’s insatiable. 

“So fucking big inside me!” she’s screaming, grabbing your ass so you’re compelled to ram deeper. Her eyes are wide, and her breaths barely come out anymore.  “Fuck my little pussy with that big cock, please, da—”

Lee vents his anger out on her clit. He abuses it with firm, circular rubs that make Xiaoting’s hips twitch into your cock. There’s truly no escape from the pleasure—there’s her ass filled repeatedly, and the violent thrusts in her cunt. Now, there’s the pinching of her nipples and the rubs on her clit to deal with. She could scream and crawl and whine, but mercy isn’t in the dictionary for tonight. She’s going to be fucked hard, just the way she wanted, and she’ll have to cope with it one way or another.

You part her legs as far as they could go. You’re impressed at how flexible she is; her years as a dancer have certainly brought good fruit. With this position you’re able to hold her thighs as much as you want while fucking her cunt deeper. Lee’s given the chance to bounce her ass on him with no trouble. Lastly, Xiaoting’s put in a state of bliss—to the front, she’s filled and from the back, she is, too, and she doesn’t think she could hold on much longer. There’s too many things going on: her nipples being toyed with and squeezed, her thighs being spanked, her clit being assaulted. She’s so close to another orgasm that, like the others, have gone uncounted.

It’s messy when she cums. The whole thing has been fluids upon skin and skin upon fluids, but this one in particular is plentiful. IHer cum spurts everywhere in a profane splash right into your and on the sheets. She’s screaming, too, a bunch of words that can’t be deciphered properly. It sends off the right message, anyway: she’s cumming more.

You quickly move over to Xiaoting’s nipples when you feel your climax approaching. It’s induced by curiosity, and it gets the better of you; swipe your tip side to side on her small, perky nipples. The new sensation is strange, but it sets a flame of pleasure on your length. Xiaoting moans, guiding her breast to your cockhead, and chewing on Lee’s bottom lip. 

Eventually, the stamina subsides, and all three of you collapse on the bed. No word is exchanged for a long time.

-

“You,” says Yujin menacingly, pointing accusingly at Xiaoting with a single index finger with utmost anger on her face, “are in so much trouble.”

Xiaoting wipes her hair down with a towel. It was difficult to shower when her legs could barely hold her up, but it’s done now. She has nothing to worry about. Technically, there is more to worry about: Yujin’s discovered what secret she’s been hiding, and she’s furious. But, to her surprise, she isn’t pent up about it. If anything, she’s rather proud.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replies. A white lie for a dark sin is still not counted, right?

“I… I saw you,” Yujin goes on. She’s walking around with Xiaoting as the younger girl paces in the room. “I saw you get out with those two guys!”

“And why would you assume anything happened?”

“Because there’s fucking cum on the floor, Xiaoting!” 

"Well." Xiaoting raises her hands in the air and sits down on the bed. "A girl’s gotta have fun.”

-

Unknown Number sent a message:

Hey ;)

If you want to do that again

You know where to call me

I’ll be waiting </3

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Falling

Pairing- Jimin x Named Reader

Word count- 5k

Includes- Door sex, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, floor Sex, riding, from behind, cock riding, missionary, rough sex, soft sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Jimin POV

I’m trying not to get hard

But it’s impossible with Joanne near me.

Just looking at her makes me that way.

She’s in the dorm and me, her, Tae, Jungkook and Yoongi are watching a movie

She’s Jungkook’s best friend, since they were babies.

Her parents came to Korea for her dad’s job and the first people they met were Jungkook’s parents.

They were neighbors and the four of them instantly became friends

Both of their moms got pregnant at the same time.

Joanne was born first is January and Jungkook in September.

They’ve been inseparable since they were newborns.

They do everything together

They even got matching tattoos when Jungkook got his

She already had some but agreed when Jungkook asked her to get one with him.

It’s in the same spot on their bodies too.

Their ribs

I always thought she was fucking hot

She’s a mix of Spanish and Italian- and fuck that mix makes one sexy girl

Jungkook is next to me and she's on his other side, her head on his shoulder

I want her

Especially because I had her once already

Two months ago, we had sex

It just happened

I was alone in the dorm and she came to hang out with Jungkook and decided to wait for him

I stayed with her to keep her company and it just happened

It was seriously the best sex I ever had

Everything about her is perfect for me

I’ve had sex after her and it’s no where near as amazing as it was with her

I can’t stop thinking about her body and how good she felt

Honestly it’s just sex

I like her but only as a friend

And she feels the same

She asked if we can still be friends and not make it weird between us

I agreed and we haven’t spoken about it

Everything went back to normal

Except for my imagination and my need for her

I’m dying over here and she has no idea

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After the movie ends, she gets up and goes to Jungkook’s room with him to hang with him

“So Mortal Kombat?”, I hear him ask

“Yeah. I’m gonna kick your ass”

He laughs, “Oh Jo, you’re so cute”

“Shut up”, she giggles

I’m so jealous she spends time with him

I also wonder if she and Jungkook have ever been together

Or if they just see each other as best friends, like brother and sister

I get even more jealous just thinking that they might be going to be with each other

Fuck I need her

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“I’ll see you tomorrow Kookie”, I hear her say as she leaves his room

Here’s my chance

I fly off my bed and open the door to my room

She passes by and I pull her arm

“The fuck?”, she shouts, then turns to see me

I stare at her beautiful face and all words leave my brain

“Oh hey Jimin. You scared me. You ok?”

“Uh no”, I answer

God I sound like an idiot

“No? What’s wrong?”, she asks concerned

I pull her into my room and close the door

“Uh”, she says right before I kiss her

Fuck what am I doing?

I move my head back, pulling away to apologize but she pulls me back to her, kissing me

She lets me slide my tongue in her mouth and she moans

Fuck, yes

I pull away, “I need you. I need your pussy. I need to be inside you. I need to cum”

I’m honestly so shocked that I’m saying this

I’m just not thinking

She’s going to slap me

“Yeah Jimin?”

“Yeah”, I nod, “I can’t stop thinking about the last time. About you on me, how perfect I fit in you. I need you”

“So you just want to cum?”, she asks

“Yeah but I need it to be you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Sex with you has been the best I ever had and I need more”

“Ok Jimin.”

I’m shocked she’s agreeing

And not yelling at me

“Ok?”

“Yeah. Ok. Take what you want”, she smirks

Yes

Fuck yes

Pushing her against the door, my lips on hers, I start pulling her shorts and panties down

I feel her pulling mine and my boxers down too

Once both of us have them off, I grab her leg and wrap it around me, thrusting in hard.

Yes

Oh god yes

She’s just like I remember but better

“Fuck”, she yells

“Fuck Joanne, yes. God you’re so fucking tight. So good”, I moan

“Fuck me Jimin. Hard”, she asks

I start slamming in her hard, just going straight to rough sex

“Fuck yea!”, she yells

She gets so fucking wet and I feel it all over me.

She pulls at my shirt and lifts it off me, throwing it behind me

Her hands start running all over my back and in my hair

Her touches feel so fucking good

She’s wearing a flimsy tank top and I just grab the top and rip it down the middle, tearing it off her

“God Jimin. You’re so fucking hot”

I pull her off the door long enough to take her bra off then slam her back on it

“Yes baby. I love when you’re fucking rough”, she yells

Good because I love it too

We were rough all last time too

I slam in her and she tightens on me so tightly screaming my name and coming all over me

“Jimin! Fuck yes. God yes!”

“God baby you’re fucking amazing. You feel fucking amazing.”

I pull out and turn her around, pushing her against the door again

“Open”, I growl

She opens her stance wider and I thrust up in her again

Leaning over I kiss her back and her shoulders while slamming in her

“Fuck Jimin”, she moans loudly

“C'mon baby. You know you wanna cum again. Just do it”, I urge

“I..I…”

“Don’t I fuck you good enough to make you cum?”, I ask

“Yeah Jimin. Yes you do”

“Then cum baby”

I slide hard inside causing her loud scream and her pussy to throb on me when she orgasms again

God, so good

I move harder, turning so I’m leaning against the wall

I pull her against me, her back on my chest, her head on my shoulder

I lift one of her legs up, giving me better access to pound her pussy

“Jimin, oh god Jimin”

“Yea baby, scream my fucking name”, I growl kissing her neck and shoulder, thrusting so hard

“Cum baby”, I yell, “I need it. I fucking need it now”

“Jimin!”, she screams

Yes holy fuck yes

I love when she cums on me

I can’t get enough

Pulling out, I turn her back around again, against the door

Dropping to my knees, I open her legs more and lick her pussy

“Jimin”, she cries

“So good Jo. You taste so fucking good”, I moan, licking her

She does taste amazing

How I don’t know

I really don’t

But I love her taste and I want her in my mouth all the time

I think about it all the time

Sliding my tongue up, I flick her clit causing more screams

I love making her scream

“Joanne?”, I hear Jungkook come out of his room

I close my lips on her clit and suck

“Oh god Jimin”, she shouts

She shudders while I keep sucking on her and I love it

“Jo, where are you? I thought you were leaving?”, Jungkook calls

“Jimin, don’t stop. Jimin”, she whimpers

So I don’t, the next suck on her clit causes another orgasm

“Jimin fuck Jimin!”, she screams, her hands flying in my hair and holding my head to her pussy

I lick her and moan from how good she is

“Oh fuck baby. You taste so good”, I groan

“Jimin”, she moans

“What the hell?”, I hear Jungkook yell

“More Jo. I want more. Cum again. I want more in my mouth baby”, I moan, slurping on her clit, her cunt soaking my face in her sweet cream

“Shit Jimin”, she yells

“Please?”

“Yes, yes fuck yes”

I smirk and lick her, swirling my tongue all over her pussy

I hear the door knob turn and the door start to open

Without stopping, I reach out and slam the door closed

“Hey what the fuck?”, Jungkook yells

I let go of her for a second to shout, “Go away”, then move my tongue on her

“Jimin? What the hell? Is Jo with you? What are you doing to her?”

I ignore him and keep pleasuring her with my tongue, getting her closer to coming again

Fuck, I want it so much

I don’t know what’s wrong with me or why I want her this much

But I do

“Jimin!”, Jungkook yells

“I’m eating her out. Go away!”

“Jimin fuck that’s so hot”, she moans

“What! Oh gross, I don’t want to hear that!”, Jungkook yells

“Jimin, Jimin, Jimin!”, she screams, coming on my tongue, “Oh fuck Jimin”

Yes fuck yes

I swallow her sweet cum, then lick inside her to get more

Which causes her to explode again, screaming my name

“Oh fuck, I’m out”, Jungkook yells and I hear him walking away

“Jimin. Jimin!”, she calls breathing hard

“Yeah baby?”, I answer

“I need…I…..need”

“What baby girl? What do you need?”

“You Jimin. I need your hard cock inside. Now”

She pushes me back, making me lay on the floor

She climbs on me and I grab her hips and slide her on my cock

“Fuck” she moans

“Yes Jo. Fuck so tight. I love being inside you”

She starts bouncing on me and pleasure blasts in my body

I yell from how good it feels

“You like it baby?”, she smirks

I just nod rapidly

“You like the way I fuck your cock? The way my tight pussy holds you?”

“Yes fuck yes! Oh my god yes!”, I shout

“Good boy”

She tightens on me and I can’t fucking handle it

She moves harder and faster

“Jo, I’m….”

“Yeah Jimin”, she moans

“Can I cum inside Jo? Please can I? I don’t want to leave”, I beg

“Yes Jimin. Yes”, she whimpers

I thrust up hard into her, coming in her

“Joanne fuck!, Joanne!”, I scream, closing my eyes

“Jimin!”, she cries, starting to shake on me, coming too

God it feels out of this world

To have her clenching and cum on me while I cum at the same time- fucking heaven

She climbs off and sits next to me breathing hard

I’m still laying down, trying to breathe

I still want her

I just need a second

After I get my breathing under control, I get up, pulling her up too

Then I pick her up and throw her on my bed

“More Jimin?”, she smirks

“Yea. I’m horny for you. You’re cunt. Just yours”

“Yea Jimin? Well I’m here for you. Come and get it”, she teases

I don’t need to be told twice

Turning her over and pulling her on all fours, I pound back into her

“God Jimin. I love you fucking cock baby. You’re so fucking hard.”

I ram my cock in her hard and fast, feeling her get so wet

“Harder Jimin. I want it harder!”, she yells

Fuck she’s wild

I’m already going so hard and she wants more

Spreading her legs open more, I slam as hard as I can in her

“Yes, Oh god yes. It feels so good”, she cries

She starts moving slamming herself back on me when I thrust in

I hit so deep inside her, listening to her screaming for me not to stop

“Oh god Jimin!”, she shouts

Her pussy tightens on me as she climaxes

Watching her cum all over my cock, makes me so much more horny

Her pussy grabs my cock so tightly and doesn’t let go

“Oh fuck”, I yell as I keep going

After a few more thrusts, she comes again, moaning loudly

I’m getting closer but I need her to cum again

I need to feel it, feel her squeeze my cock

The best feeling in the world is when she cums on me

Pounding in deep, she yells as her orgasm runs through her, “Jimin, cum baby. I want you to cum in me.”

“Yes baby, yes, I want to”, I groan, moving more

Her tightness is driving me crazy and the next thrust has me coming, waves of pleasure passing over me

I pull out and watch as my cum leaks out of her and all over her legs

Jesus, that’s so fucking hot

She’s laying face down, so I lay next to her

“Damn Jimin. That was fun”

“Yyyy…yeah”

Fun?

It was fucking amazing

After a few minutes, she says, “I should go”

I guess she should

“Uh ok”

She gets up and I watch her get her panties, pants and bra on

“Uh Jimin, you kinda ripped my shirt”

“Oh yeah. Sorry. You can wear one of mine”, I offer

“Yeah ok. I’ll bring it back next time I come over”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s fine”

She shrugs, “Ok”

She puts the shirt on

It’s baggy on her but she looks good

And for some strange reason I like that she’s wearing my shirt

“I see you later Jimin”, she says

“Wait”, I say before she gets to my door

“Yeah?”, she asks turning around

“Can we keep doing this? Sleeping together I mean”

She raises her eyebrow, “With me? You can have any girl Jimin, why me?”

I honestly don’t know

It’s just something about her body that gets me off

“I…I can’t explain it. It’s just your body Jo. Your pussy is the best I’ve ever been in. You’re the best girl I ever tasted. Ever since we had sex two months ago, any girl I sleep with doesn’t compare to you at all. My body just reacts to yours, just wants yours.”

“Wow. Uh ok”

“C'mon Jo, you know your body reacts to mine too. I feel you, the way you’re pussy keeps me in you, the way you shake when you cum, the way you scream.”

“Yeah. You’re right Jimin. My body does want yours. But I’m not some fuck toy. I’m not some cunt you can just cum in when you want”

I’m not explaining things well

I don’t want her to think that's what I want

I mean I do want that but I want her to know that she can use me to cum too

“Look Jo, I’m not asking you to do that. I want things to be mutual. I wanna be able to have you when I need to cum but I want you to be able to have me when you need to cum too. You can call me when you want it and I’ll go to you. It’s not just me calling you”, I explain

She looks at me silently for a minute

Maybe this was a bad idea

But I know I’m not going to stop wanting her

“Fine, but no feelings. Just sex”, she says

“Yes, that’s what I want too. Just sex.”, I answer

“And you can’t fuck anyone else without a condom. I’m not catching any diseases. If you don’t want to wear a condom with me, then you wear it with anyone else”

“That’s fine. I don’t want to use a condom with you”

“Ok. I don’t like them anyway. And I’m on birth control so don’t worry about me getting pregnant. It won't happen”

“Ok good”

“Ok”, she nods

“Ok”

She turns and leaves my room

I just sit there amazed that I got what I want

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Six Months Later

Jimin POV

I look at the time in the practice room

Another hour and we’re done

She called me two hours ago, asking me to come to her apartment

I texted her that I’ll be there as soon as practice is over

She hasn’t texted me back

It’s been six months since she and I started sleeping with each other

Jungkook didn’t want to talk about me and her and what he heard

He said he doesn’t want to know a damn thing and to leave him out of anything we do together

Sex with her is fucking mind blowing

It was always rough, hard wild sex for the longest time

But in the last two months sex has changed with her

I find myself not just going with her to just cum anymore I’m going to be with her

I mean we still have our times when we rip each others clothes off or we’re having sex even before all our clothes are off

But lately, more often than not, we’re going slower

I find myself kissing her more, all over, not just her lips but her shoulders, her neck, her hands, everywhere

I play with her hair a lot more, I hold her hand when I’m on top of her, I cuddle with her after

I love having her in my arms I can feel everything so much more when we go slow

I feel every move she makes, every squeeze, every breath

And when she cums on me, Jesus, it’s fucking mind blowing

And I know why

I’m falling in love

Hell, scratch that

I am in love

And I feel so stupid

So terrified

Because there’s no way she’ll want me

She complains all the time about my schedule and me not being immediately available for sex like she is for me

She has to wait hours or days if we’re really busy

And I get it

She drops everything and comes to me when I want her, unless she’s working

I can text her and in 10 to 20 minutes she’s in my room with me or at her apartment waiting for me. And she stays with me for hours

Because she takes it when I have free time

A lot of the time, when she texts me, I can maybe get there within an hour and I can only stay for a little bit

She’s mostly understanding unless she’s really horny, then she angry fucks me

Or she’s not horny anymore when I get there

She also sometimes calls me to tell me to forget about coming over

I know it bothers her but she acts like it doesn’t

So if it’s this complicated and it’s just sex, how am I supposed to have a relationship?

And not just with her, but with any girl

My schedule is crazy

I’d have to leave her to go on tour

There’s no way she’d want to be with an idol

I don’t blame her

But I love her

And I don’t know what to do

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I get to her apartment three hours after she called me

I feel like such a dick

It’s 1 am

I use the key she gave me to let myself in

Her apartment is dark

Is she home?

Did she go out?

I make my way to her room, trying not to trip and kill myself in the dark

Opening her door, I see her in her bed

Asleep

She has the lamp on her nightstand on

Walking to her, I look at her

She’s so fucking beautiful

She looks like a fucking angel while sleeping

She’s on her side, cuddled into her pillow, blanket half on her

I notice she’s wearing one of my shirts

It’s the one I gave her last week

When we get wild, I rip a lot of her shirts, so I give her mine to wear

That’s all she’s wearing, my shirt

I’m not going to wake her up

I feel bad that she fell asleep waiting for me

It’s not fair to her that she has to wait for me all the time

I don’t want to leave though

I want to stay with her

So I get undressed, leaving my shirt and boxers on, then lay next to her

I just want her in my arms

Turning off the light, I cuddle into her back

“I’m sorry Jo”, I whisper, “I love you”

Kissing the back of her neck, I put my arm around her and close my eyes

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I feel her moving

Opening my eyes, I see that it’s still night I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep

She’s is turning in my arms, to face me

“What?”, she says, opening her eyes and looking at me sleepily

“Jimin?”, she asks

“Yeah Jo. I’m sorry”

“Huh? For what?”, she asks groggily

“For taking so long to come. You were asleep when I got here.”

“Oh. It doesn’t matter Jimin. You’re here now”, she answers

It doesn’t matter?

She only cares that I’m here right now

It feels good to hear her say that

“Oh uh..”

“I just want you Jimin”, she says cuddling into me

My mind is racing

And I’m shocked

She wants me?

Does she feel the same way I do?

I hope she does

“Jimin, you’re staying right?”, she asks

Uh, fuck yes. “Yeah Jo. I’ll stay”

“Ok. Can you hold me while we sleep? I just want to be in your arms”, she says tiredly

Oh my god

Yes yes, fuck yes

“Yes Jo. I want you in my arms all night. I won’t let go. I promise”

“Ok”, she replies, half asleep

Running my fingers in her hair, she starts to breathe evenly

“My Jimin”, she whispers, “I love you Jimin”

My breath catches

What?

Is it true?

Or did she say it because she’s almost asleep and doesn’t know what she’s saying?

I hope she means it

“I love you Joanne”, I say to her

She makes a little noise

I don’t know if she heard me

I look down at her and see she’s asleep

Kissing her head, I hold her to me, waiting to fall asleep

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I wake up to kisses all over my face

The best fucking way to wake up

Opening my eyes, her face comes into focus

She smiles then kisses my lips

“Hi Jimin”

“Hi Jo”, I answer

“You’re so cute when you sleep Jimin”

“Me? No Jo, you’re cuter. You’re adorable the way you cuddle in your blankets”

Her cheeks turn red when she blushes

“Aww baby don’t be embarrassed”, I laugh

She scowls but I see her holding back a smile

“Shut up and kiss me”, she demands

I want nothing more

Pulling her down to me, I kiss her soft lips gently

She kisses me back and slides her tongue in my mouth

Fuck I love it

I love kissing her

Her arms go around my neck pulling me on top of her

I run my hand up and down her body, making her hold onto me more tightly

She pulls on my shirt and I lift myself up so she can take it off

“I love your body Jimin. I can look at you all day”

I blush, “I uh….thanks. I’m sorry I uh don’t have abs right now”

“Are you being serious? Why are you apologizing for that?”

I don’t know

I’m known for my abs.

ARMYS always want me to have them and if I don’t I get criticized

But I’ve been slacking on working out

“Jimin do you think I really care about that?”, she exclaims

“Uh…”

“I don’t Jimin. I don’t give a fuck if you have abs or not. It doesn’t matter to me. I love your body with or without abs. You are perfect just the way you are”

I love when she tells me stuff like that

I know I don’t act like it on stage but I’m really insecure about a lot of stuff

My body is one of them

But she’s constantly telling me that I’m beautiful, sexy, hot

The best part is she’s being serious

She’s not just saying it

The way she looks at me, the way she touches me shows me she’s not lying, which blows my mind

Like how she’s looking at me now

“I…uh..I”, I stutter

“Don’t worry about things like that with me ok Jimin. I don’t care about things like that. I just want you”

“I just want you too Jo”

“Then kiss me Jimin and don’t stop”

I crash my lips to hers, kissing her hard

Kissing down her neck, she moans making me hard

I sit up, opening her legs and immediately start licking her

“Jimin”, she whimpers

I love eating her out

Laying my tongue flat on her, I lick up her pussy over and over

She gets so fucking wet, going all over my mouth

God she’s everything

I lay my tongue on her clit and lick the same spot again and again

I know her clit is where she wants it most, where it feels the best and I always give it to her

It’s my favorite place to lick and suck

It’s crazy how that little spot causes massive pleasure

“Oh god Jimin”, she shouts, her hands pulling my hair

It feels good. Taking her clit in my mouth I suck on her

“Jimin! Fuck Jimin!”, she screams, shaking and coming in my mouth

So fucking good

Kissing up her body, I pull her shirt off before I kiss her lips

She pulls down my boxers as far as she can and I kick them off

I just want her on me, on top of me

I love watching her move, watching the pleasure take over her face

“Please baby”, I whisper, hovering over her and kissing her softly

“Please what Jiminie?”, she answers

“Please Jo, ride me. I want you to ride me baby. I want it so bad”, I kiss her again

“Yeah Jimin”, she says, brushing hair from my face, “I will baby”

I roll over pulling her on top of me

She sits up on my lap, hovering over my cock

Slowly she lowers herself, instantly drenching my cock as she slides down

“Jimin, baby, Jimin”, she moans the more she moves down

Pleasure blasts in my body and it’s just from going in her

She leans back, her hands on my legs and she starts moving, sliding up and down my cock

I don't know where to watch, her or my cock going in her pussy

Every time she goes up, I can see her juice all over me and it turns me on so much

She moves faster and harder, making pleasure flow everywhere

“Ahhh god Jimin, you feel so good”, she moans, “so fucking hard”

Fuck I love how much she loves me in her

I reach out and touch her- her hips, her stomach, her sides

Her head is thrown back and her breasts are bouncing so fast and so hard from how hard she’s fucking me

She’s fucking gorgeous

“I love your cock in my pussy baby. You’re cock is the best I ever fucked”

“Fuck baby girl. You’re fucking tight cunt is the best I ever had. My cock loves being in you.”

Reaching out I touch her clit and she yells loudly

I start playing, rubbing and sliding my fingers there while she keeps fucking me

I feel myself getting close but I need her to cum first

“Show me baby”, I moan

"Hhhh..huh?”, she stutters

“Show me how much you love my cock baby. Cum on me”

“Jjjj…Jimin”

“I want it Jo. I want to feel you. You feel so good when you cum”

She slams hard which starts her orgasm

I keep rubbing her clit, urging her on, “Yes baby. God I fucking love it. Squeeze me baby. Don’t let go of my cock baby”

Her whole body shakes while screams rip from her

She keeps moving on me, wanting me to cum

She doesn’t have to say it

We’ve been together enough that I know what she wants

I’m right there, she just needs to move a few more times

Instead she tightens on me so fucking tightly and slides down

“Joanne, Joanne, Joanne!”, I scream, coming so hard, “Baby fuck, oh my God, Jo”

“Yes Jimin”, she moans

I roll over, getting her on her back

I slip back in, feeling her pussy filled with my cum and hers

I fucking love that feeling, both of us on me

I honestly don’t know why

Opening her legs more, I slowly thrust inside her

“Jimin”, she sighs

I lean over her, looking down at her

She smiles at me, reaching up and touching my cheek

The love I feel for this girl is so fucking intense

She moves her hands, running her fingers along my back, fire bursting on my skin wherever she touches

I can’t hold it back I don’t want to anymore

“I love you”, I tell her

Her gaze snaps back to mine

“I love you so much Joanne. Everything about you, I’m so in love with. Every single thing”

I’m scared of what she’s going to say but I’m tired of pretending I don’t love her

A huge smile bursts on her face

“I love you Jimin. More than anything”, she answers

Happiness burst in my body

Just pure euphoria

“Yeah?”, I ask

“Yeah Jimin. I’m in love with everything about you too.”

“So…are you mine now?”, I ask shyly

She nods immediately

“Yes Jimin, all yours”, she answers

Smiling so hard, I lean down kissing her lips

Her arms wrap around my neck, kissing me back

I start moving again, going slowly

“Jimin”, she moans, “You feel so good baby”

I lean my forehead against her, whimpering

“Don’t stop Jimin”, she asks

“I won’t”, I whisper

The room fills with just the sound of our soft moans

“Jimin”, she whimpers

She pulls me down for a kiss

I’m kissing her when she cums

Her hand grips my hair tightly, moaning in my mouth

Just the feeling of her coming causes pure pleasure to run through me, making me cum as well

Pulling away from her lips, I moan in her neck, her arms going around me

“I love you”, she whispers

“I love you” I answer her back

I just lay there, on top of her, loving the feeling of being in her arms

This is everything I ever wanted since I was younger

Just a girl who loves me as much as I love her

And I’m so happy I found her

She’s my everything

[bonny-kookoo]

For the ilysib couple 👀 Where they have an argument but realize that they can't be without each other & make up .. maybe with some smut ? 🙈

No smut in this, only suggestive at the end :)

"Jungkook you constantly do this, it's ridiculous!" You complain, shaking your head. "I'm done with this, fuck this!" You argue, not looking at him.

"You're not even letting me talk!" He whines back at you, frantically gesturing with his hands. "I didn't mean to come off like that, come on-" he attempts to make up his mistake, looking at you with a pleading gaze, and you roll your eyes- mostly because you know his stupid round eyes will surely make you cave in.

"You know how I hate it when you don't take me seriously! You didn't even ASK me if I wanted that!" You cry out, angrily folding a skirt you throw into your bag zipped up on the bed.

And that's when he does something that really makes you fume. He's got the audacity to take out each item you just packed, even holding something out of your reach when you grab after it. "Give me that, asshole-" you growl, and he shakes his head.

"You're not leaving like that." He shakes his head, pulling the entire bag off the bed, before he sits down on the side of it. "I was stupid, it was rushed, I should've asked you first, got it. I admit that, I take that, it's my fault-" he says, and you make the mistake to look at his stupid bambi-gaze, feeling your heated anger already losing its fire. "-But don't leave. Please." He asks, hands on his knees palms facing upwards. "I'm sorry I always treat you like I do, I'll really work on it." He promises, and you sigh, arms still crossed.

"I don't want you to change that.." you mumble, chewing on your lip. "I.. ugh I like it when you like, baby me and shit, I just.." you huff to yourself, averting your eyes from him. You've got no clue how to voice your thoughts and feelings, at all. Because you've gotten so attached to him that you've now become scared to be without him.

You've let him too close, and now you're stuck with him. Now it'll hurt when he leaves. And that scares you.

"I want you to take me seriously." You whine, and he reaches out his arms for you- something you almost instinctively walk towards, letting him pull you onto his lap, hands around your back keeping you secure.

"I am." He nods, and you decide that anger doesn't suit his pretty face.

"But I want you to.. baby me too. Like.. get me shit from shelves too high, and brush my hair, and all that cheesy shit you constantly do.." you say, and he sighs.

"But you can have both?" He wonders, tilting his head to somewhat look at your lowered face. "Just cause I care for you or call you cute and do those things for you doesn't mean I'm not taking you seriously anymore." He explains, and you just shrug, defeated.

"But sometimes I don't wanna be cute." You complain. "Sometimes I wanna be sexy. You know?" You ask, looking at him, and he shakes his head, laughing.

"You're both to me." He chuckles. "That's what makes you so amazing to me. You can switch from absolutely adorable to breathtakingly hot in a split second. Makes me dizzy sometimes, not gonna lie." He flirts, and you roll your eyes.

"You just wanna have post-argument-sex right now, admit it." He laughs, loudly so, throwing his head back, before he grins at you again.

"See? Right now you're both again-" he smiles, hands sneaking under your loose shirt. "Cute and sexy. And just for the record, while I wouldn't say no, I wasn't aiming for that." He says, trying to appear seriously.

"Ah well, you're getting it anyways.." you shrug, before you leave his lap, and flop down on the bed next to him on your back. "You're doing all the work though, I'm still huffy at you for pulling that shit." You say, and he laughs fo himself, leaning over you, quickly loosing his shirt.

"Don't worry.." he purrs down at you, eyes now sharp as they look down at you. "I'll take care of you."

[sleeplesssmoll]

Vertin during part 2 of Green Lake.

I love her dynamic with Jessica! When she's with Jessica, you can see both her playful side and her parental side.

Vertin calls Jessica before her exams to check up on her. She is relieved when Jessica isn't anxious. Vertin seems more anxious than Jessica, who picks up on this and asks her about it. It's precious.

Vertin kept Sonetto's notebook from their school days. She used Sonetto's notebook to help her study and stay out of the guardhouse. She lets Jessica borrow them. It appears after the break away event they punished Vertin with the guardhouse treatment for not doing well on her homework or exams. Before the break away event it was only used for “correcting behavior” (according to what we see anyway). This makes Vertin’s later punishments feel like targeted attempts to harass her since her arcanum is weak and she was not a good student.

Vertin is constantly negotiating with the Foundation to make Jessica more comfortable and to give her leniency. The instructor goes as far as calling it “special treatment”.

Vertin stopped the Foundation from using “fasting” and “grounding” as punishments (flashbacks to guardhouse).

Vertin asks about how things are going/doing for Jessica in every call. Priorities. The Foundation isn't allowed to bully her little bambi! I think Vertin is scared they're going to hurt Jessica the way they hurt her as a child. She's very on top of things when it comes to her crew.

Also, we see her hide her face a lot. She's always done that when she feels negative emotions throughout main story but here she does it whenever she "fails". As in, she failed to give Jessica the best life she could. She does the hat tilt when Jessica expresses unhappiness, longing, or loneliness. Vertin takes her feelings more seriously than she does her own smh. I think my HC of Vertin going out of her way for her crew as a provider has more strength behind it after playing this event. Side note, imagine if a crew member snapped at her for some reason and decided to leave the Suitcase? From what I've seen during this event, it would hurt her a lot.

Vertin visits Jessica while she's at the Foundation dealing with Horrorpedia. No one knows she's done this because the speaker doesn't announce her visit. Could this qualify as more of Vertin being stealthy? That or she told the security guards to get bent because she is the Timekeeper. First one sounds more likely but the second one gives me joy.

The school complains to Vertin about Jessica's behavior. Vertin tries to find out the cause of the misbehavior and creates a solution instead of berating her. A very gentle Suitcase Dad. Finding ways to redirect a child's energy in productive ways is a skill. She might have learned this specific one from Tooth Fairy, who also does this for Jessica. Make promises within your power. Find solutions to problems by tackling the source.

Talking to Jessica makes her nostalgic so she does have a few good memories of the Foundation.

She compliments the tiara Jessica made. She accepts Jessica's gift even though she never takes off her hat lol. She does say she’ll wear it though and so far she's kept her promises to Jess. Maybe we'll see her wearing it one day? Just her, Jessica, and Jessica's Critter friends doing a photoshoot with Blonney lol.

Vertin gives Jessica a room in the Suitcase right next to Jennifer's. She gets it.

She is the King of the Living Dead! She plays along with Jess's idea to scare Blonney and Horrorpedia. They aren't scared, but Blonney puts on an act for her little “monster”. They're all so cute!

I may not be around to reply as much, but I do read your responses! If you have HCs or observations you want to share, pls do ☺️

[zestychili]

Skate date

Summary: a cute little date night at the roller rink with Eddie 🩷🩵🛼

Authors note: this is like the second or third fic I post so please be kind it is a fluffy readerxeddie. I recently went to skate at the roller rink and got inspired it was such a fun place and we seriously need to bring them back.

It was a cool Friday night, and you and Eddie were planning your next date. After some discussion, the two of you decided to go to the local roller rink, which was having a special couples' night. You had skated before so you were confident to a certain extent and super excited to show Eddie, who had only been skating once or twice before.

As you arrived at the rink, the sound of upbeat music filled the air, and the neon lights illuminated the space. The scent of popcorn and hot dogs wafted from the snack bar, and the chatter of excited couples filled the air. You led Eddie to the rental booth, where you both rented a pair of skates. Eddie laced up his skates fast while you were looking all around the room full of couples and red florescent lights shining off the disco ball. As soon as you were done the two of you made your way to the rink.

You stepped onto the smooth, polished floor, you felt the familiar thrill of gliding on wheels. Eddie, on the other hand, looked nervous, his legs wobbling beneath him. You smiled reassuringly and took his hand, guiding him slowly around the rink.

At first, Eddie was hesitant, his movements jerky and uncertain. But as the two of you circled the rink, his confidence grew, and he began to skate with more ease. He even tried to copy some of your moves, earning a giggle from you when he stumbled and nearly fell. He maintained a death grip on your hand and lightly apologized when he stumbled trying not to bring you down with him.

As the night wore on, you and Eddie skated hand in hand, weaving in and out of the other couples on the rink. Every time Eddie stumbled, you were there to catch him, and he rewarded you with sweet, lingering kisses.

At one point, you suggested to skate a bit faster. Somehow eddie trips and takes his first tumble of the night falling on his butt. It’s so cute to see a tough man with a hard leather exterior look like Bambi on ice. He was trying which was the best part. Eventually eddie left to sit in a booth just watching you skate around the a bit. As you got closer to him he got up and asked if you wanted to play some games in the arcade that the rink had.

Many games like table hockey, skee ball and Pac-Man. He let you win most of the time when you were playing against each other but when it came to Dance Dance Revolution he got really cocky. He’s Stretching near the machine and cracking his knuckles while you laugh and try looking for a song. During the battle you kept looking at Eddie and he looked so serious not missing a beat. The song finished and Eddie was crowned the winner on the screen, Puffy and out of breath you look at each other and smile.

the DJ announced the last song of the night, and you and Eddie took to the rink once more, skating slowly and tenderly to the romantic ballad. As the song came to an end, Eddie pulled you close, and the two of you shared a deep, passionate kiss.

Leaving the roller rink, you noticed a photo booth in the corner of the room. "Hey, Eddie, do you want to take a few pictures together?" you asked, pointing to the booth.

Eddie looked a little hesitant at first, but you reassured him that it would be fun, and he eventually agreed. The two of you climbed into the photo booth, and the curtain closed behind you.

Inside the booth, you could hear the camera click as you posed for the first few photos, making silly faces and sticking out your tongues. But as the final photo approached, you looked at Eddie and smiled, feeling your heart skip a beat.

"Let's do something a little different for the last photo," you said, leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips.

Eddie was surprised at first but quickly leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. The camera flashed, capturing the moment forever.

As you stepped out of the photo booth, you could see the photo strip printing out two strips of black and white pictures that said “the perfect pair” with a red heart. the last photo showing the two of you locked in a loving embrace. you couldn't resist teasing him a little. "Well, I think we just nailed our audition for the next romantic comedy," you joked, holding up the photo strip.

Eddie rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smile on his face. "Oh, come on, I'm not that bad," he said, nudging you playfully with his elbow.

You laughed and gave him a playful shove back. "I never said you were bad, just a little wobbly on the skates," you teased, earning a playful groan from Eddie.

"But hey, you improved a lot throughout the night," you added, smiling at him warmly. "And we had so much fun together."

Eddie grinned back at you, his eyes sparkling. "Yeah, I did have a good time. Thanks for being patient with me," he said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

You felt your heart swell with affection for him. "Of course, Eddie. I always enjoy spending time with you," you replied, feeling a surge of warmth spread through you.

When you and Eddie got to the his van and he clipped the photo strip on his sun visor without thinking twice about it. As he drove you home he held on to your thigh singing along to the soft music.

finally standing outside your house next to the drivers window looking at Eddie and saying the last goodbyes with a few added extra kisses. “I’ll always have my girl with me” is the last thing he said before he looked up at the picture and drove off.

You stand there while your heart is bursting holding out the picture and giving it a tiny kiss before doing a little giddy happy dance that followed some cute muffled shrieks. As soon as you entered the house you ran the bedroom and went straight to the vanity desk. kissing the picture one last time and placing it on the edge of mirror holding it in place with some glitter heart stickers.

[silvervioletvalentine]

🦋!Whenever , Wherever, we’re meant to be together!🦋

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Lina Valentina (femOC)

Word count : 14k

Summary: in which Trevor accidentally steals a baby and while returning said baby they finally figure out who jacks new neighbour is.

Or: in which Quinn’s longtime crush on Spanish popstar Lina Valentina is brought to life when they find her baby in the hallway.

Warnings: fluff. Babies. Confident and knows what she wants Lina . Annoying brothers , Quinn being awkward and in love . Smut. A lot of taylor swift and shakira references because if you can’t tell already i love them <3 I think that’s it. Just a bit of a funny , fluffy one . Lemme know what u think xoxo

Quinn was seriously wondering if he had mistaken his multi vitamins for some hallucinogenic drugs of some kind , as he looked away from his brother to see Trevor skipping back into his apartment holding a baby in his hands , who couldn't have been older than a year old, high in his hands like the poor thing was a trophy.

Both he and Jack stopped their casual conversation to stare at him in various degrees of shock, Quinn's face more worried and horrified , while his brother just merely looked amused at the sight of his friend holding a baby , that they had never seen before. As though this was a completely normal thing to happen (it wasn’t).

"Something you forgot to tell us dude? Condom broke again?" Jack joked, already laughing loudly to himself as he bent his head down to coo at the baby in his friends arms. Awwing at his cute little face all scrunched up, wide eyed and utterly confused.

Trevor just rolled his eyes with a casual grin, holding the baby out like he was apart of the lion king.

Quinn's hands quickly darted out as he moved closer to him, afraid that he was going to drop the poor baby onto its head . Blinking in absolute disbelief as he looked between the two idiots silently , utterly speechless .

"No! I just found the little dude crawling around in the hallway outside our door. He was making vroom noises. Look at the curls on this kids head!" He gushed in amazement , Jack leaning down to ruffle said curls gently . Both looking like kids at a candy shop as they cooed at the babbling baby happily.

Quinn finally had enough of this concerning bullshit and snapped

"let me get this straight-" he took in a deep breath to try and calm himself down, it was incredibly difficult thing to do then, feeling his heart racing in his chest as he glared over at Trevor in absolute disbelief-

“-you found a stray baby and instead of looking around to see if one of the neighbors left the door open , or were panicking looking for him- you-" he took yet another long , angry breath , eyes flickering back down to the baby that was now looking back at him with big , bambi eyes "picked him up and brought him to jacks apartment?! That's kidnapping! You've stolen a baby! Have you lost your mind?!" He shouted in disbelief , concerned beyond it.

Trevor let out a groan as though he was the idiot ruining his good time . "little dude was right outside the door! Have you never heard of the phrase finders keepers losers weepers?" He joked, just to get on his nerves some more.

He adjusted the baby in his arms again and Quinn's heart lept , crossing his fingers tightly and praying for some patience .

Jack laughed loudly while Quinn's scowl just deepened.

"That does not count in this situation! Oh my god- you fucking-"

"Not swearing in front of the baby!" Jack exclaimed, still laughing. Unable to help himself, finding this situation far more amusing than he should be.

Trevor started laughing too, the poor baby looking up at his grinning face with wide eyes, making little noises as though he was trying to speak but had no words .

Quinn felt the same way, reaching the end of his patience as he reached over and quickly took the baby from Trevor’s arms before he could accidental hurt him. Glaring at him all the while as he awkwardly held the baby in one arm, wincing to himself as his little hand darter out to grab onto his hair with an iron grip.

God. Was he having a nightmare? What the hell was going on?

All he had wanted was to hang out with his brother , maybe play some video games and order takeout or something. Instead he was awkwardly rocking a fussy baby in his arms while glaring at the two idiots in front of him in disbelief.

"I can't believe you-" he was ready to give him another stressed out mouthful , maybe a slap too. Gently patting the small hand in his hair as he tried to get him to stop pulling on it so damn hard, worried he was going to have a bald spot by the time the baby was done with its fun.

Either the guys were going to give him one or the babbling baby was . This was unbelievable.

Trevor laughed carelessly "calm down man. I only brought the little dude here so we could all go look for the mamma. Do you think she'll be a milf-?" He looked at Jack with a sick smirk, both of them giggling like little kids as they joked around. Apparently unconcerned with the sudden appearance of a random baby at their door.

Quinn didn't know whether to hit them both or simply leave. Maybe both. Could he do that?

"Or maybe they'll be a dad waiting out their ready to beat out asses for having his baby! I know I would if I found some strangers holding mine!" He hissed at them annoyed , worried and pissed off all at once.

He couldn't believe that his relaxing Friday night was turning out like this. Holding a baby that wasn't even his .

He turned his head a little to check in on him, face softening a little as big , wide eyed stared back up at him. Framed with long lashes and a freckled nose , rosy cheeks and a pacifier in his mouth. Quinn had to admit that it had got to have been the cutest baby he had ever seen in his life . With wild Curly hair sticking up in every direction thanks to his brothers ruffling hand, he gently smoothed his soft hair back down for him. Smiling a little when the baby let out a giggle .

"mamá." He started repeating , looking around the room as though he would find her there with them .

Quinn snapped his head back over to dumb and dumber with a darkening glare , gently rocking the mumbling baby in his arms in hopes of calming him down now that he had finally realised that his mamma wasn't there with him.

"See? He's upset now! Asshole!" He hissed at Trevor , furious with him for not thinking like a normal, logical human being for once.

Who the hell picks up a baby from the floor and brings it inside without looking for the parents first?

Fucking Christ! Quinn felt like his heart was going to fall out of his ass with worry. He really did.

Jack looked at his brother with a easygoing grin, snorting a little in amusement at the stressed out look on his face. Finding it hilarious how awkward and out of place his older brother looked holding baby like that. The baby still refusing to let go of his hair.

"Always so positive." He couldn't help but remark , unbothered by his hot glare in response.

He just let out a small chuckle "calm your tits man. My neighbour at the end of the hall has a baby. Ive heard it crying some times and they play a lot of Lina Valentina music to calm him down. I think I could speak Spanish now from the amount of songs I've listened to lately." He told them casually as he led them over to the front door, ready to return the baby before his brother had a aneurysm or passed the fuck out from stress .

Trevor looked over his shoulder at Quinn with a teasing grin as he heard her name .

“That's that spanish pop star that you always listen to but pretend you don't right?" He quipped , amused.

Quinn coloured , deciding that he absolutely hated Trevor now. Childish and right. He hated it. Bastard.

He carefully adjusted the babbling baby in his arms and glared at him sourly "I do not- not all the time. Just when she comes on the radio-" he tried to defend himself, weakly. There was no point.

His brother easily called his bluff "liar! You made me go with you to see her gig when she finally came to the states. I think that's the only time I've ever seen you flustered over a girl. It's the belly dancing thing right?" He teased him, wiggling his eyebrows at him to annoy him.

Quinn just huffed, fed up with the both them.

Trevor had stolen a baby and he was the one getting bullied.

Unbelievable. Just Really nice.

"She’s famous  for a reason jackass. Don't act like you didn't pop a boner as soon as she started dancing too!" He hissed to his brother in both annoyance and embarrassment. Hating how he apparently wasn't allowed to enjoy some Lina Valentine in his spare time now either .

I mean, who the hell didn't? She was a absolute icon. The same age as he was and she had already achieved so much. Quinn, admittedly thought that she was amazing. Unbelievably fucking beautiful with the body of a siren , and the way she moved her hips and rolled her waist-

Yeah. He just thought that she was cool. That's all.

She might have been his first and only ever crush , even to this day. She was just something else. That’s it. Nothing strange.

"How haven't you met your neighbour yet? Surprised  you weren't  banging on her door begging to be friends." Quinn muttered pissily at his brother, the complete opposite of mr social butterfly. He preferred his alone time, where nobody else could bother him.

And this, he looked down at the baby in his arms that wasn't his, then back up to his brother and Trevor with a dark scowl. Was exactly the reason why he didn't like leaving his own apartment , because he always ended up getting dragged into somebody else's shit.

Fuck them all. He thought miserably. He was too tired for this shit.

What was next? Accidentally stealing someone's car because he wanted them to see how cool it was? Fucking dickhead.

Jack just rolled his eyes at his moodiness, used to it by now. Knowing that as soon as he had some pizza and beer, he would be feeling much better again.

Hopefully. Fingers crossed.

"What if she's a mean Karen and shouts at me? I don't want to deal with that." He defensible shot back at him. Not wanting to admit that he was too nervous to approach his new neighbour after he had heard loud Spanish shouting through her door one night on his way home.

She had e scary as fuck. Especially since he had no idea what the hell she was even so mad about. What if she had been pissed off about his nosiness after boys night and was ranting about him in another language to the building owner to get him kicked out?

He didn't want to risk it. Too afraid to knock after that. But they didn't need to know that.

Trevor called over his shoulder to them in amusement "well luckily it seems like we don't need to knock because this door is already open!guess this is where the little man wandered from!”

He grinned, sticking his head around the door confidently

"Helllooo-" his sunshine greeting suddenly froze mid sentence as his body did .

Making Quinn warily approach  behind them, clutching the baby a little tighter in his arms with worry while sharing a confused glance with his brother,  who shuffled a little closer to him without even realising   it .

"Oh fuck. Oh my god." Trevor breathed out in shock, eyes blown wide as he blinked at something in the apartment that they couldn't see.

Getting impatient , Quinn snapped "what the hell are you gaping at? Move!" He shoved him aside with his free arm to take his place .

Heaving in a annoyed breath as he stepped into the apartment with a annoyed scowl "look I really don't think that-" he was ready to scold the careless idiot for losing their baby like they had  when his eyes found the source of trevors sudden speechlessness.

He found himself freezing up too in absolute disbelief, paling dramatically , as he wondered dreadfully , if the universe  was playing some sick type of joke on him then.

Was this his karma for being such a sourpuss all the time? For never going to parties and leaving before midnight at every single event? Was this his...slap in the face? Shock to the system?

He swallowed thickly .

He could only look silently down at the woman sat down in the middle of the living room , seemingly attempting to build some sort of chair, crossed legged in only some short shorts and a sports bra. Curly hair wild and free and he swallowed dryly again, throat running dry as he blinked down at her in pure shock. Heart dropping to his ass.

Because what the actual fuck was going on?-

"Holy shit you’re Lina Valentina! We were just talking about you! I can't believe this!" Jack blurted out with a loud , surprised laugh  , giving her a excited grin. Practically jumping on his feet as he realised that his new neighbour wasn't some nutty physocpath , but the Lina Valentina instead.

Master of the hips and voice of an Angel, all three guys took a shuddering breath. Hearts pounding in their chests as they were faced with the celebrity of many a mans dreams.

Startled at the sudden noise , her head snapped up from the instructions In her lap that she was concentrating on , as she took in the three guys now suddenly stood in her apartment. One of them holding her baby in his arms like he had never held a baby in his life before .

It was an strange image to be seen. She couldn't help but chuckle a little underneath her breath despite the way her heart jumped in her mouth with slight fear for a moment. But she quickly took in their youthful , excited faces and knew they weren't going to be a threat.

She relaxed a little , smiling as her little baby let out a excited screech at the sight of her. Wriggling in the mans arms as he clapped happily, eyes wide and full of joy. She felt her soul light up just at the sight of her little man.

Her face momentarily fell a little as she let out a loud, exasperated sigh, bottom lip pushing out a little as she pushed herself off the floor slowly to greet them .

"Oh no. Not again." Her Spanish  accent was thick as she shook her head a little in amusement, eyes on her baby in Quinn's arms.

She didn't even looked alarmed at the sight of them or the worrying situation she had found herself in  , nor concerned or even a little bit angry like he thought she would be .

He was expecting a little more...drama. Maybe a slap to the face or some sobbing in his arms as she thanked them relentlessly for finding her baby but not this..

Not her... god. He sighed deeply too.

Quinn didn't know what the hell he was supposed to do or what he was supposed to say, he gave a quick glance over to his brother only to see Jack quickly reaching over to introduce himself  . His excitement  obvious on his face, Trevor quickly snapping out of his own shock too to join him as they crowded her, greetings loud and more than pleased.

Meanwhile Quinn just stood aside from them in the corner in absolute disbelief, silently watching them trying to flirt with her while he held her baby to him, even going as far as exchanging a small glance with the little dude as if to say 'can you believe this?' To him.

The baby just giggled and tried to bite his noise, he held him out a little away from him at that. More Nervous now.

Feeling a little like he was going to be sick from the horrible anxiety swarming  in his stomach, unable to take his eyes away from the woman that he had spent years dreaming about.

The woman that  he had bought tickets to see live on stage a few years ago , signing up for pre sale tickets because he knew they would sell out within minutes. They did , and he had been so happy to get his own tickets despite the fact that he hadn't shown it, only privately grinning to himself in the comfort of his own room. the same woman that he shamefully had a crush on for so long now. Even attempting to learn Spanish so he could watch her interviews and understand at least single word she said.

Apparently Lina Valentina was his brothers neighbour. Because of course she was.

He tried to hold back a hysterical laugh. Coughing a little instead , unable to believe what the hell was happening right then. Wondering if he really was dreaming or if someone really had switched his vitamins for acid. Because he had got to be seeing things.

He was So in his own disbelieving thoughts he didn't realise that she was coming over to him until she was stood right in front of him, her vanilla perfume filling his senses as she smoothly took back her baby from his arms while giving him a casual smile.

As though this was a everyday occurrence for her. He sure fucking hoped not. For the baby's sake.

"Maybe I should get a gate  for the hallway too. He’s like a little flash. So fast now." She blew a raspberry on her baby's belly, giggling with him with a face full of nothing but love.

Quinn couldn't believe it. His starstruckness mixed with his usual awkwardness had him blurting out a unimpressed -

“-maybe you should  just keep your front door closed. What if he got out into the street and hurt himself ?" Frowning down at her disapprovingly. Unable to stop himself before it was too late.

Missing the look of pure disbelief that Jack shot Trevor , shaking his head slowly to himself as they watched his brother awkwardly cross his arms over his chest, scowl never leaving his face as he looked down at the grinning , unbothered pop star in front of him.

"God. He couldn't even charm a fish." Jack groaned underneath his breath, both in amusement and second hand embarrassment.

His brother had the woman of his dreams right in front of him and what was he doing? Scolding her.

It was just so Quinn like that he couldn't help but grin even wider once he noticed how unbothered Lina seemed too.

Simply looking up at Quinn with a perfectly arched brow, as though she wasn't stood in front of him in tiny shorts and a thin sports bra. Looking like a messy wet dream .

He didn't know where to look, he settled on her amused eyes instead . Fighting back a horrified wince at his blunt and not cool at all behaviour .

When he had daydreamed about all the ways he would meet her, and charm her, maybe flirt his way (or plead his way pathetically ) into getting her to give him a chance . He imagined telling her how beautiful she looked under the lights , about how she took his breath away every time he heard her songs on the radio . How he sang along and knew everyone word despite his friends and brothers teasing. He had been loyal to her for so long now that it was in his dna.

scolding her for her carelessness was not on his list of first words to her at all. What kind of meet cute was this? He wanted to die a little. He really did then.

This couldn't be happening to him. His felt his face flame , right up to his ears and nose. His lips pursed tighter , not knowing what to feel or what to do.

"Four floors down?" She said in amusement as she kissed the side of her baby's head gently "-plus you have to take the moving box to get down to the bottom to get out . And as smart as Juan is, he can't use them yet." She told him matter of factly , like he was an idiot .

Then she slowly looked him up and down, taking in his outgrown hair and messy stubble. The broken nose and nervous twitching of his fingers by his side.

She stifled a sudden smile of her own before looking away from him, wandering into her kitchen to make Juan a bottle instead.

"Elevator." Quinn muttered , because that was him told. Wasn't it?

His cheeks flushed even darker  as he ignored the two idiots snickering at his own misery . He looked down at his feet for a moment , eyes only flickering back up again when she let out a quite hum.

"Oh. Okay." She simply let out, not bothered at all. Moving box. Elevator . Same thing.

“Trevor. You asked me out . I'm afraid my answer is a hard no." She directed her attention over to the grinning guy behind him instead, giving him a amused shake of her head. Props for trying she supposed . Gotta love the confidence.

Trevor just shrugged, smile never leaving his face. Just happy to be there and to be meeting her. He couldn't wait to get a picture with her to brag to all of their friends about this moment for the rest of his life.

Nobody was going to believe this. It was a thought that they all shared. Quinn the most.

He couldn't help but glare over at him, pursing his lips tightly together as he watched Lina fondly flick his forehead as she passed him as though he was something that amused her greatly . Gritting his teeth to keep his mouth firmly shut.

He Should have known that Trevor would try snd charm his way into her pants. He couldn't blame him. But still.

They had only been there for less than five minutes , Trevor having practically stolen her baby for a good moment there without a single apology .

Didn't he have any shame? Quinn glowered, bitterly jealous that he had all the guts that he didn't have at all.

"Is it because I'm not Spanish? I could download dualingo. I'm a fast learner." He winked at her shamelessly.

Even Jack burying his face in his hands beside him with a laugh , amazed by his over confidence . Even with a famous pop star that was clearly out of his league . Well. Anybody's league really.

Lina let out a loud giggle, smirking over at him. He was cute. She could give him that, she wondered if it was just an American boy thing. Backward caps and American smiles .

She wasn't completely unfazed but her eyes kept going back to the sulking man leaning against her wall instead. Glaring at his friend as though he wanted to melt him with his dark gaze.

That one, her brain supplied like a spoiled child wanting more than they should have.

I want that one. It sang mischievously.

"You're funny. But no. I'm sick of the guys back home anyways. Very beautiful but.." she let out a long suffering sigh "so very stupid. Too beautiful , no brains , Sí?" She looked at them like they should understand .

All of them nodding along as though they did when they so clearly didn't. Just wanting to get on her good side now.

Trevor let out a dramatic sigh "well that's too bad. If you're not looking for beautiful guys then I have no chance. Because clearly I am the most beautiful-"

Quinn rolled his eyes "god. Shut up. Arrogant jackass." He muttered at him, irritated beyond belief at him. Not wanting to admit to himself why either .

Jack glanced over at him knowingly , grinning at his obvious jealously and lack of coolness around her.

He tried to help his big brother out, in a little brother kind of way of course .

"Well If you don't want a beautiful man. You should meet my brother Quinn-" he gave him a pat to the shoulder as he tired to push him towards her.

Quinn immediately shoving him away, flushing a dark red as he shot him a glare. Mortified.

"Shut the fuck up-"

Lina gasped as she covered her baby's ears with a disapproving frown towards him.

"no cursing! He's going to be a good boy. Stop that!" She was the one scolding him this time , reaching out her foot to kick at his ankle like she had seen her own mother to do her father when he was doing something that she didn't like  .

Quinn went silent in shock , eyes blown wide as he looked down at where she had kicked him in disbelief .

"He started it-" he went to defend himself pathetically , Trevor snorting behind him at how childish he sounded . So moody and annoyed that his luck was so fucking shit like this.

Lina just side eyed him , unimpressed. "Shush. Quinn. Huh-" she got sidetracked for a moment as she tasted his name in her mouth.

Completely Missing the way he swallowed and averted his gaze , needing to take a deep breath in as her heard her say his name like that. Reminding  himself how to breath all over again. It didn’t feel so easy anymore.

Not with her there, looking like that… who gave her the right to look so fucking beautiful like this? It really wasn’t fair.

How was he supposed to breathe normally now? His nose was already fucked up as it was, she was making his chest collapse too now.

Fuck. He ran a slightly shaky hand through his hair, swallowing dryly again. Fuck . Fuck.

"I like that name. But don't argue with me." She stepped to his side , no longer looking at him as she spoke up again, changing the subject quickly . Ignoring his kicked puppy look beside her.

"are the two of you men yet?" She smirked over at Trevor and Jack like she was setting a trap. Quinn falling quiet beside her as he watched them fall right into it. Fighting back a amused snort at the sight of them perking up eagerly.

"Hell yeah! Can't you tell by all this muscle?" Trevor flexed his arm at her with sly wink. Jack grinning too as he laughed loudly "yeah. We're manly men. Do you even-have to ask?" He said arrogantly . In way over his head already.

Lina just grinned at them smugly  "I do. Okay then. That's great then . Seeing as you're so strong and manly could you finish fixing up that high chair for me? I can't do it." She softened her voice along with her face as she tilted her head sweetly at them. Perfect manipulation granted.

Both of them melted just like she had planned . Nodding their heads along like obedient puppies as they quickly spun around to sit on the floor in the front room, fighting to get the instructions . Eager  to please her.

"Of course! We've got this! We'll have it up in minutes. Don't you worry." Jack told her confidently as he picked up a wooden piece of it, glancing at it uncertainly . Yet he didn't give in, pride on the line,

Quinn shook his head in disbelief "unbelievable." He muttered as he followed a smug Lina into the kitchen while Side eyeing her in amusement .

"They’re idiots. There not going to have it done quickly." He felt the need to let her know as he leant back against the kitchen counter, watching her bring out a plate of fruit . Looking down at all the different left overs pieces in contemplation.

She just shrugged her shoulders indifferently "I know. Here-" she abruptly turned around and stuck out her arms, nodding down to Juan with a expectant gaze on her pretty face.

Treating Quinn like she had known him for years, as though they were close friends and like he always held her baby for her while she chopped up some fruit in her kitchen. Totally normal.

He didn't even think, too in shock still as he awkwardly pulled the garbling baby from her arms, placing him on his side instead. Looking down at little Juan for a moment as he swallowed nervously.

"I-he's quite heavy. For a baby I mean." He blurted out, suddenly hating the silence that had fell upon them. His nerves forcing his mouth to open and spew out whatever it wanted before his brain could even catch up.

Anxiety. He shut his mouth promptly. Was a bitch.

What happened to his life long vow of being quite and chilled out? He took one glance over at the grinning Spanish woman and inhaled shakily, yeah, that wasn't going to happen. Not with Lina fucking Valentina beside him . Even her name sounded like a love song on his tongue.

Was it hot here? He fanned his shirt a little frantically , flushing . Or was it just him?

Lina just giggled, obvious to his little freak out as she focused on chopping up the fresh fruit for them to eat.

"I know right? When I thought of having a baby I thought it would be so much easier to carry him. Even when he was fist born, the dolls are really misleading as kids. If I'd have known how heavy baby's really were-" she paused her talking to glance up at them for a moment , smiling at the sight of Juan snuggling up to Quinn happily . Just happy to cuddle anyone these days. She got it. She really did.

"-I would have started weight lifting before my pregnancy. But hey!" She laughed, flexing her arm for him to see with a mischief grin "look at my arms now! So strong huh?" She winked at him, enjoying the red painting his cheeks more than she should.

But she was just a woman. As Quinn was a very cute, very awkward, adorable man. She was gonna tease him till his legs gave out and he lost all the paleness in his face.

She could fell her body perk up excitedly , eyes trained on him as she chewed her bottom lip with a thrill.

Oh yes. Maybe this was whst she had been missing since moving here . A Quinn to tease and please and play with. Her heart had been an empty room for so long now, didn't it deserve to let someone in again? To house someone new?

She was a romantic at heart. A tease and a minx. She knew it. Everybody did. Even Quinn did.

That didn't make his heart flutter any less as he tore his eyes away from her toned and tanned arms, smiling a little tensely in her general direction.

Unable to look her in her eyes. Intimated by her natural charisma and easygoing nature, and her beauty .

God her beauty... he felt sick from it. Was that normal? To feel sick to your stomach when somebody smiled at you?

He swallowed again "yeah er- yeah." He shifted Juan in his arms again just for something to do , rocking him a little as he started to drift off again his chest. His eyes softened as he glanced down at him, relaxing a little as he gently patted his small back with his hand.

"What are you doing here?" Realising how rude that sounded , he quickly rushed out "I mean- in America? Here . I thought that you lived in madrid." He was curious to what could pull her away from such a beautiful place. His home was nice but it wasn't madrid. Who could leave there willingly with a baby in tow?

Lina did.

She just shrugged as she placed the plate of now cut fruit onto the table , moving close to him as she carefully lifted up a piece of watermelon and held it up to juans mouth for him to suck at . Smiling down at him affectionately As he tiredly did so, eyes blearily and barely open.

"I like travelling and going to new places. It's not good to stay around in one place for too long plus.." she inhaled deeply as she glanced up at him with a small quirk of her lips , finding Quinn's eyes already glued to her face. Soaking in every word she said like a sponge.

"Plus the whole ex boyfriend putting his tiny dick in his ex girlfriends mouth thing kind of put a dampener on the city for me . Ya know?"

She said it so nonchalantly that he couldn't help but let out a surprised laugh , even snorting a little in amusement how uncaring she sounded , just a little annoyed that her home had been stained if anything .

"Oh no." He breathed out a chuckle , watching her feed Juan some more fruit as he held him carefully for her still. "So that's what happened. He was a footballer right? Everyone was talking about your split."

Lina just nodded her head casually, unbothered.

"yeah. Should have known really. He can only think with his balls, that's all he knows. He can find the back of the net but not the clit." She bluntly told him, giggling to herself as she did so.

“But it's whatever. It's his loss."

Quinn was speechless for a moment , just grinning down at the amazing woman in front of him. So beautiful and so fucking funny..so cool. He let out a sigh without even realising it.

"It is." He murmured before letting out a surprised noise when she suddenly reached up, strawberry in her hand as she tapped it against his mouth gently.

"What are you doing?" He tried to pull his face away, flustered. But she wasn't having it.

Simply rolling her eyes at him with a grin as she tapped the fruit against his lips again , more impatiently this time .

"Open your mouth Quinn. Don't waste my fruit now." She teasingly remarked , enjoying how he couldn't even look at her, face now a permanent red since he had arrived .

He kept his eyes to the wall opposite him as he hesitantly opened his mouth, heart going crazy as he felt her fingertips brush his tongue as she casually fed him the strawberry.

Tapping his jaw gently with her fingers to keep his mouth open as she reached over to feed him some more, face casual and serene , like this was a normal thing to do.

Quinn felt like he was going to collapse. Eyes flickering rapidly between the wall, the fridge , the baby and then Lina . Not knowing where to look as she continued hand feeding him the fruit , keeping her body close to his side as she smiled up at him softly . Pleased with his compliance.

"Not so bad huh?" She glanced down at his pouty lips now stained with Berry and subtly sighed .

"tienes una boca tan bonita." (You have such a pretty mouth.) she murmured in appreciation , finding it hard to look away.

His eyes shot back to her own at those words, eyes widening as he heard a familiar one.

“Pretty?" Bonita. He knew that one. He looked at her for an answer.

Lina just smiled at him and moved herself away from his side finally , coyly shrugging her shoulders at him in response .

“Very. What do you do?" She asked him curiously , mind already making plans.

She wanted him. That much was simple. And judging by his heaving chest and apple red cheeks , he wanted her too.

Quinn took a deep breath in, trying to calm himself down again . Juan now fast asleep in his arms as he watched Lina pack away the remaining fruit and put it back in the fridge , only glancing back over her shoulder at him when he took a second to long too answer.

Still lost in the feeling of her warm fingertips on his lips. He wondered what they would have tasted like if he had sucked them into his mouth and gently wrapped his tongue around her fingers, sweet fruit he knew. His mind supplied him with other dirty thoughts that he was quick to shut down, shifting uneasily on his feet instead .

"I er-I do hockey." He grimaced a little at himself, wishing he was a little more cooler and charming. Wishing that he could be more smooth with his words like Trevor and his brother were. But this was him. A little awkward and unsure "we all do. I'm the better player though." He tried to joke.

She laughed a little "oh yeah? Should I really take your word for it? What if Jack is the better player?" She teased him back. Enjoying it.

He scoffed immediately , chest flaring as he quickly countered back "he is not Better . In anyway." He wouldn't let him be.

Not with Lina . Not like this.

He looked back over at her quickly "and you don't have to take my word for it. You can come see me play anytime." There. That was smoother, wasn't it? He mentally patted himself on the back for that one.

Biting down on his lip to suppress his proud grin as he watched her giggle at what he said, his chest puffing out a little with pride. That he had made her laugh like that. Him. Not Trevor or Jack.

Him.

Lina smiled over at him slyly "I'm usually more inclined towards European footballers but I guess I could try something new." She said casually as though it was no big deal. As though she wasn't spinning his entire world on its axis at the double meaning to her words.

Something new. Like him.

She smirked at him as she carefully took back a sleeping Juan from his aching arms, Quinn barely even noticing. Too busy looking at her like a lovesick idiot. Cheeks red and belly all sticky with the feeling of the butterflies flying around in there, going crazy for her.

God. This was crazy. He let out a breathless laugh , already in love.

"Though i must warn you. I don't like losers Quinn." She said while casually grinning.

He grinned straight back, confidence slowly rising now that he realised that she was only looking at him that wag . That he had her attention.

No amount of dreaming or singing along to her songs in his car could have ever have prepared him for this.

Were they flirting? He hoped they were. He tried his best , he had to.

This was Lina fucking Valentina. And What did Eminem say? You only got one chance, do not miss your shot. Opportunity’s come once in a lifetime . Or something like that.

He wasn't wrong at all.

"That's a lie. Seeing as your baby daddy is the biggest loser out there." He shot back without missing a beat, worried for a moment that she would get pissed off over his offhand comment.

But she just laughed . Loudly . Looking both amused and proud of him, Pointing her finger at him while nodding her head along.

"you're right. I'll let you have that one! But I still don't think you're the best.." she backed away back into the front room, placing the sleeping baby into a small cot in the corner of the room . Tucking him in perfectly before coming straight back to him once she was done.

"No? What will change your mind?" He looked at her in amusement . Liking the back and forth they now had going on. Heart jumping in his chest , hiding his trembling fingers behind his back quickly so she didn’t see them.

She just hummed teasingly "not much. Maybe a lot. So much to prove ya know? Any of your friends single?" She tested him. Seeing if he would play along and fall for it all.

He did. Because of course he did.

"No. There all jackasses anyways." He snapped straight back. Frowning again.

She hid a laugh , so easy . She thought fondly. So cute.

“Hmmm. And you're so lovely? You were scolding me before you even said hello. Actually.." she smirked "I still don't think you have said hello at all. Rude."

He rose his brow at her , rolling his eyes . "Because you were careless. Who leaves there doors wide open like that? Little dude crawled right out!" He exclaimed, not letting it go .

Lina just kicked his ankle again "it's too hot In here! It's summer. Do you want me to get heatstroke and die? Is that it Quinn? You wanted me to melt? I was letting some air in." She countered back , jumping up onto the kitchen table. Feet dangling in front of them, body facing him.

Quinn clenched his hands around the counter top behind his back, eyes flickering down to her bare , swinging legs before quickly darting away again .

"Shut up. Don't be so dramatic. You're used to the heat. Don't even try it." He muttered amused. Kicking her ankle right back.

If possible, her smile grew even bigger at his actions. Chest buzzing with excitement as she took in the shy man in front of her, able to keep up with her whips and dish it right back too.

How perfect.

Before she could resort back and bicker with him some more like she wanted to, Trevor and Jack came rushing back again. Sweaty and proud , with matching grins on their faces.

"It's done! The men built the baby a chair! Can you believe it? It looks so good huh?" Jack smugly said as he pulled her down from the table, dragging her back into the room to see what they had done.

She let out a amused laugh, nodding her head along as she patted their backs. Practically feeling their manly prides boosting as she gave them a sweet smile , both guys cheeks going rosy.

Quinn was glowering at them from beside her , just shaking his head at them in disbelief. Was he this bad? He wondered a little concerned. Before quickly shaking off that question because he didn't want to know the answer at all. (Yes. It was yes. Always.)

"Well done guys! How can I repay you for your help?" She beamed at them. Pleased.

Trevor smirked "with a kiss-" he couldn't even finish before Quinn was smacking the back of his head, hard.

Glaring at him darkly "I will break your teeth." He gritted out in a whisper while Lina was distracted talking to his excited brother . "All of them." He threatened.

Trevor just snorted, side eyeing him. "Jealous are we? In love? Wanna marry her and give her your babies-" he made a baby voice at him, winding him

Up.

Quinn went bright red "shut up." He snapped st him quietly . Keeping an eye on Jack and Lina to make sure they couldn't hear . He could only take so much embarrassment before he would simply keel over .

"You should come over tomorrow! We're just gonna hang out, watch some movies , get takeout and have some beer. Wanna join us?" Jack extended the invitation hopefully. already deciding that he was going to be her friend now.

She was never going to be able to get rid of him now, he was like a overly friendly leech. Quinn hoped that lina knew what she was getting herself into. No more quite alone time anymore.

She smiled at him , thankful to be included. "Sure! Sounds fun. What are you eating tomorrow?"

"Just pizza. Any preference?" Trevor asked her.

She grimaced a little but only Quinn noticed the little sad sigh she let out . Barely audible. Already so in tuned with her . He brows furrowed a little as he looked down at her.

"I'll have whatever you guys have. I'm still not used to all the takeouts here. We never really had pizza unless it was home cooked." She told them absentmindedly . Thinking back to home.

Jack just grinned at her "you'll love it! I'll make sure to get one extra cheesy." He said as they all slowly made there way to the front door. Knowing that they couldn't stay with her forever . No matter how much they wanted to.

While they were distracted , Quinn gently

nudged lina's shoulder with his own.

“What would you normally be having on a Saturday night back home?" He murmured to her , curious.

A little homesick , she shrugged. Nudging him back gently just because she could now.

“A range of things . My mamá is the best cook in the world. But - as overly used and abused as it is- Paella has always been my favourite ." She admitted to him quietly "any kind really . It was the only thing my papa could make. Not as good as a cook as my mama ." She giggled fondly while talking about them .

He smiled at the fond tone she used to speak about her parents , In awe that she was even willing to speak to him at all.

He nodded slowly "I'll eat anything so.." he let out a chuckle "I do have a bit of a sweet tooth though." He muttered shyly , watching her play with her wild hair from the corner of his eye subtly .

His breath hitching in his chest, overwhelmed by her.

Lina giggled "me too! I love anything chocolate but- ya know. I'm not supposed to. Only on special occasions." She whispered to him like it was a secret , unable to look away from his shy smile and rosy cheeks.

Both of them completely missing the looks that Trevor and Jack exchanged as they watched the old dust turned to stardust as it fell around the apartment around them, so lost in each other as the inevitable began again.

Falling in love had never been so easy.

By the time Saturday night came around , Quinn was already tired  with the bundle of nerves that had been running rampant over him the whole day leading up to it.

Fretting over every little thing , not wanting anything or anyone to scare her away. He had made Luke promise to not do not say anything stupid , otherwise he wouldn't be allowed to join their movie night either.

In fact in the space of a couple of hours Quinn had maybe , definitely , threatened and blackmailed all three of them to be on there best behaviour or else. Like a couple hundred times already.

He ignored their amused muttering behind his back about how whipped he already was , he completely blanked out their childish teasing . Instead focusing on making sure that everything went perfectly for their night , wanting Lina to feel comfortable around them.

He couldn't imagine how strange and difficult it was being in a new country , with a baby none the less .

He just wanted her to be happy. Wanted to be the one to supply that rush of happiness and hopefully have her smile that mischievous smile at him again, to hear her giggle at his stupid attempts at a joke in the kitchen.

He just wanted her to like him.

He had felt nothing but a lot of self consciousness and sickness as he got ready for the day, looking at himself in the mirror in his best black jeans and clean shirt. Running his hand through his freshly washed hair, ruffling it as he let out a frustrated groan at himself . Pissed off for even feeling this way to begin with.

He had never cared about what he looked like before, not really , not on such a horrifying scale like this one .

But Suddenly he couldn't look away from his reflection as his grimace got deeper and deeper, eyes zeroing in on his large nose, bent and busted from all the breaks it had taken over the years. Fingers picking at the acne on his face that refused to leave even after his teenage years were long over , rubbing mostoriser into his skin with trembling hands in hopes of it somehow , miraculously taking it all away.

He didn't know why he bothered , or why he cared so much.

Okay. That was lie. He knew exactly why he suddenly cared so much. He thought back to linas long line of ex lovers and felt sick to his stomach as he realised how way over his head he was about this.

She was Lina fucking Valentina. She was beautiful. Stunning. This Ethereal goddess that didn't even seem real until yesterday.

She was everything .

And he - Quinn-felt like nothing compared to her. He thought about all the handsome footballers and other sport stars that he had seen her with over the years and swallowed thickly , averting his gaze from his reflection with haste. No amount of cream was going to change the way he looked like, no amount of cream or new clothes would make him look like they did.

He wasn't them. And he didn't want to be.

They may have had the looks, the hot accents and the ridiculous abs and muscles. But what had that accomplished? They meant nothing to Lina now. They weren't here. She wasn't feeding them fresh fruit and trusting them to hold little Juan in their arms like she was with him .

He was. She was letting him in, without Quinn even having to do a single thing .

She had looked at him and seen something that he never would , and that was enough for him.

He had a chance . He wasnt going to lose it or waste it, he had to try. Broken nose, acne and eye bags and all.

So he spent most his day around town getting everything he needed for the night . As he was unpacking the bags he brought home, Jack spotted the containers he placed on the breakfast table and frowned in confusion at his older brother.

"Why have you got food? I ordered pizza!" His voice rose in surprise , looking at him like he had lost his mind.

Maybe he had. Being lovestruck had that effort on people he guessed .

He just shrugged a little as he continued to unpack , keeping his eyes down on his hands as he felt the heat reach up to his neck .

Telling himself that he had absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about, unable to look at his brother in his eye as he responded quietly.

"I know you did. It's not for you dipshit." He just muttered as he pulled a couple of jars of baby food and placed them on the counter too.

Jack looked at the baby food, the Spanish takeout bag and the big box of chocolate that he was pulling out and felt his mouth drop open in shock.

Blinking at him slowly as he slowly took everything in , realising what this actually meant .

"Quinn- I know I've been teasing you about this but- I didn't realise you-" he was baffled, unused to seeing his older brother in such a flustered state about anything. Never mind a woman.

He looked at Quinn's red cheeks and averted eyes and exhaled loudly in shock.

“I didn't realise that this was real. I mean- you're serious?" He couldn't believe it.

Couldn't believe that the day had finally arrived where his brother was losing his mind over a woman , but no, not just any woman.

Lina fucking Valentina. The same woman that Quinn had been losing his mind over for a long time. He recalled all the gigs he had been dragged along to, all the gifts everyone had gotten him for Christmas as a joke with lina's face on. He thought about the cd's and vinyls , the silent admiration and adapt attention whenever her name was mentioned on tv or on the radio and let out a loud laugh .

Because really. He should have seen this coming. For a long time really .

He just hadn't thought that Quinn would ever have the guts to actually take the chance presented to him like this.

I mean. It was Quinn..

His brother just looked annoyed at him "serious about what? It's just food. We're you planning on giving her one year old baby pizza?" He shot back at him , scowling . Getting Defensive. Hating that his brother looked so shocked about it at all.

Jack just laughed even harder "is there a ring in there too?" He joked.

Dodging the flying kitchen towel that came flying at his head with ease . He smirked at him mischievously, enjoying winding him up like this. He couldn't wait till he got to tell the rest of their family and friends about this, to let them see the uncharacteristic way that he was behaving.

He was going to be in for a lifetime of teasing after this.

"Shut the fuck up!" Quinn snapped at him, irritated and hating being put on the spot like this. His feelings were his own. He didn't want to talk to his brother, or anyone else for that matter , about this. It was stupid .

Jack snorted "why did you get her chocolates as well then?" He teased him.

"They were on sale! I'm just being nice! Something that you should try being !" He lied.

They were not on sale. They were not cheap at all and he had deliberately drove across town to this fancy chocolate shop that did the best homemade chocolates that he had ever tasted in his life.

He just knew that Lina would love them.

He did. So why wouldn't she? They both had a sweet tooth, he just thought that she would appreciate them like he did. That was all.

No big deal.

"You? Nice?!" Jack was laughing hysterically now

"yeah right! You want her! Huggy bear is in loveeeee!" He sang childishly  at him, watching his brother get worked up so easily.

Only further proving his point that he totally was gone for Lina. That this really was a big deal for him.

He didn't know why Quinn even tried to deny it. As though Jack hadn't witnessed him fawning over the pop star for years leading up to this .

"I am not! I'm just nice!"

"No you aren't!"

"Yes I am! Shut up!"

Both brothers were too busy shouting at each other to hear the front door open , Lina walking into the apartment like she owned the place, only to see Quinn glaring at Jack like he wanted to strangle him right there and then.

Laughing to herself as she watched Jack wind him up over and over again, after watching Quinn raise his finger threateningly at him while promising to

Shove something up his ass, she finally decided to make her presence known to them.

"Who's not nice?" She asked them curiously, wondering what had gotten Quinn so worked up now.

He froze in his spot, his head snapping over to where she was stood smiling prettily at them , his blood pressure scaling even higher as he took in the sight of the Red Devil's jersey she was wearing over some shorts.

He felt crazy "no. Absolutely not!" He snapped just at the sight time that Jack happily told her "Quinn! He's not very nice at all!" Smirking smugly to himself one he noticed where his older brothers eyes were glaring into .

The jersey that he had deliberately left at lina's for her to wear , not telling her which brothers it was . Poor girl had no clue , Quinn's face couldn't have gotten any redder it tried to, only with fury this time.

Only his anger quickly melted away when Lina stepped in front of him and reached her free hand up to grip his jaw in her hand, titling his head to the side so she could admire him closely , with no shame at all as she hummed a little fondly .

"I think he's very nice. I've been so sick of those pretty Spanish boys back home anyways." She muttered , leaning up to kiss his cheek before moving away.

Casually turning to greet both Trevor and Luke, the younger brother just as starstruck as he hugged her, excitedly introducing himself while Trevor pulled her closer so that they could take a selfie together.

Quinn just watching on In disbelief , hand to his flaming cheek gently , heart stuttering in his chest while Jack just snickered at his flustered face from beside him.

"You bastard! I know you did this!" Quinn hissed at him, annoyed.

Lovesick and overwhelmed , not knowing what the hell he was supposed to do next. His plans to be cool and collected going right out of the window now, all he could feel was his skin tingling and buzzing from where her lips had touched it.

He inhaled shakily and tried to get a grip of himself , shaking his head in hopes of snapping out of it quicker.

Jack smirked smugly "the jersey? Yes I did. She looks good in my colours eh?" He teased him.

Quinn had enough . He scoffed, tugging at the back of the stupid jersey she was wearing to get her attention again.

"Get that shit off." He told her bluntly , not amused by his brothers antics in the slightest. The only jersey he wanted her ever wearing was his own.

Lina looked up at him in surprise , raising a amused brow as she casually passed him Juan to hold.

The baby just giggling as he cuddled his neck in excitement , Quinn's anger briefly melting away as he swayed him gently in his arms , caressing his curly hair affectionately . Heart melting.

"Why?" She wanted to know . Confused.

He huffed "it's jacks. Get it off." He grumbled , kicking her ankle Impatiently. A new tradition setting in now. For years to come.

She kicked his ankle straight back, laughing at his red face and narrowed eyes. Finding his jealously more than amusing.

"Right now? You want me to strip?" She looked pointedly at the other three guys around her and shrugged dramatically "okay then If you say so-" she made a show of pulling up the Jersey as though she was going to pull it off, showing her bare stomach underneath . Only wearing a bra underneath it.

Panicked , Quinn gasped sharply "okay no! Stop! Ah ah!" He shook his head quickly as he reached out to yank it back down. Everyone laughing at him, he ignored the guys and focused on the Lina's grinning face in front of him instead.

“Never mind!"

After messing about and chatting with the other guys, she wandered into the kitchen to find Quinn again. Smiling to herself in contentment once she spotted him sat at the breakfast table , her baby on his lap as he fed Juan a pot of baby food that he had bought for him without her even having to ask.

Her face softened , a teasing remark dying on her tongue as she looked at them. Throat closing a little as she looked the little bottles of baby food, the container of takeout and big box of chocolates on the table as well.

"You got Juan food? That's so sweet..." she muttered, swallowing as she felt her throat dry.

A sudden rush of feelings falling upon her as she took a seat beside him at the table , tapping Juan’s little nose with a small smile on her face . Overwhelmed . But so grateful.

Quinn nodded a little shyly "yeah. He needs to eat to.I. He likes the chocolate pudding one." He mumbled as he carefully spoon fed the baby it, chuckling at the mess that he was making .

Grabbing a paper towel and gently wiping his chin with it , missing the look of softness that fell over lina's usually calm and teasing  face . Unable to take her eyes off him.

She giggled a little, fiddling with the takeout container as she pulled it closer to her. Heart racing in her chest as she peeked inside to see a familiar food and beautiful smell drifting up to her , looking back at Quinn beside her in amazement .

"You got me paella? Oh my god. Quinn!" She gushed , so giddy. So happy as she inhaled the delicious smell of her favourite Spanish food , shaking her head in disbelief at how good he was to her already.

He still wouldn't look at her, couldn't . Instead he focused himself on feeding little Juan , grinning a little as the one year old try to speak .

"Qqqqq-" he babbled , blinking up at him with his big eyes. Quinn melted. "Quuuuqqq"

"Quinn." He smiled down at him fondly , stroking his soft hair . "You'll say it soon enough little man. So smart already."

Lina let out a silent breath. Her mother's words rushing back to her as she recalled her soft voice talking about her papa. "When you know. You know, you just look at them and think, yes, this is what I want, forever and always. I want this man."

She looked at Quinn holding her baby so delicately , took in his bashfulness and shy smiles. His thoughtfulness and pretty face and let out a small laugh too.

Oh god. Her mama was right.

She was never going to live this one down,

An American boy. Her father was going to have a stroke! She giggled to herself .

Not scared at all by the sudden realisation that she knew exactly how this was going to go. She decided to just let the story play out how it was supposed to instead , to let herself enjoy the small moments and secret grins.

She had seen this film before and she loved this ending. She was finally going to be the starring role in somebody else's universe.

Quinn was going to be the sun in her sky , she could feel it. All the stars finally aligning just the way they were supposed to be.

"And the chocolates?" She asked him quietly , knowingness written across her face as she pulled open the pretty box. Slowly Lifting one to her lips, eyes never leaving his flushed face.

He finally allowed himself to look up at her, his eyes dropping to the small chocolate now between her teeth, his lips parting in a breath as he watched her take a bite. Humming softly as her eyes fluttered close in happiness, smiling around the sweetness as she grabbed another one immediately after.

"You like them." He almost whispered , enjoying the quietness between them. And The teasing smile she gave him setting him right .

"-and I like them. We both like them. So why not? They were on sale." He lied again.

She just laughed quietly , picking up a chocolate and bringing it to his lips. A exact reminisce of the day before with the fresh fruit.

Quinn swallowed and admitted In a mumble like she had some kind of spell on him  "no they weren't."his lips parting as he let her feed him the soft chocolate , humming too. "They're good."

"They should be. They were expensive right?" She called his bluff. Seeing right through him. Just like her mama could with her father.

He just nodded a little in defeat "yeah. They were. You like them?" He looked hopefully at her chocolate covered lips, watched her slowly lick them clean. Shuffling in his seat as he tried not to lose his head right there and then.

She was a goddess . It was night time yet all she made him see was daylight. He felt Alive in a way that  he had never done before. It was surreal. Magical. Erotic . Loving. Strange . All rolled into one fancy chocolate .

Lina smiled "I do. I love it all. gracias." She simply said. Kissing his cheek again, just to see him smile bashfully down at the table , his cheeks a cherry red as he laughed quietly to himself , shaking his head in disbelief.

It was silent for a moment before Quinn hesitantly spoke up again.

“You said you're sick of pretty Spanish boys. That you think I'm nice." He was almost speaking to himself. In disbelief .

Lina frowned a little, nodding her head. "Yes. I think you're pretty too. If that's what you're wondering." It was almost like she couldn't read his anxious mind. She rested her chin on her hand, elbow on the table as she tilted her head at him, still smiling.

He looked shocked, and it made her sad to know that he didn't see himself the way she did. He was fucking beautiful to her. He really was. She liked all the imperfections , inside and out.

She just liked him.

It was that simple. No need to complicate things.

"Really?" He looked at her . Eyelashes fluttering as he fought to hold her gaze. Goosebumps breaking out on his skin. "No kidding?"

She shook her head. Tapping his chin with her pointer finger gently.

“ "no kidding." She repeated just as quietly . Eyes glittering around his face thoughtfully , just taking him in.

“I like really like your nose." She told him . Meaning it.

Quinn couldn't have gone any more red , blinking at her in shock. "Really?" He hated it. Couldn't imagine why she would like it, in his mind it was ugly and far too big and crooked.

Lina told him why , blunt as always, accent thick with something else as she gently caressed his nose with her fingertip confidently .

Before Smirking softly at him "big noses are great for riding . And yours is perfect for it. For you. And me." She winked at him before hearing Jack loudly call her.

She swiftly stood from her seat, kissed his cheek again before leaving him there, flustered , red and swallowing loudly in the kitchen , oblivious baby clutched to his chest , gaping at where she had just been sat , speechless.

He finally inhaled sharply , blinking rapidly as he felt Juans tiny hand pull at his hair , snapping him out of it, shaking his head to himself in disbelief.

"Your mama is going to kill me. My poor heart..." he sighed out , picking out another chocolate and eating it. Smiling all the while .

This was what dreams were made of.

By the time midnight hit, Lina was sneaking into his room to check up on him after he had disappeared a little while ago. Mumbling something about being back in a minute , but he didn't .

She didn't knock, just slid into his room and closed the door behind her.

Quinn smiling up at her lazily from where he was laid stretched out in his bed , looking like he had been waiting for her to come despite neither of them having said a thing.

Some promises were made with quick smiles in the dark.

She had waited until little Juan was asleep and cozy in the portable cot before hurrying off the see him again.

Heart calm and cozy in her chest, meanwhile Quinn's was racing as he watched Lina climb onto his bed and settle in beside him silently , both just looking at each for a long moment, smiling in the dark.

"You okay?" She whispered to him, both of them on their sides facing each other. She felt his hand slowly come up to play with the ends of her hair, a soft sigh leaving him . As though he was already asleep and dreaming something seeet and easy.

"Yeah. Just tired." He murmured , yawning .

Fingertips lightly tracking over her shoulder and down her arm, blinking slowly as he pulled the blanket over their laps , making sure that her bare legs were covered . No wanting her to get chilly, but Lina was burning .

For him.

"Me too." She whispered with a lazy smile, head on his pillow that they both now shared. She lifted her hand to run her fingers through his hair , feeling him let out a shaky exhale , subtly shuffling closer to her till they were as close as could possibly be.

"Want to-" he hesitated for a moment before mumbling quietly "do you want to stay?" He asked her , hope filling his chest as he quickly added to avoid confusion "with me. In here."

She just laughed quietly , soothing her thumb over his burning ear . Finding him so endearing that it hurt.

"In your bed? With you?" She giggled "how scandalous." She couldn't help but tease him. Loving how his tiredness brought out some confidence that he struggled to find around her so far.

He groaned a little and tired to bury his burning face into the pillow, Lina giggling as she followed him down. Pressing her own cheek against his as she hugged his face to her , grinning against his heated skin. Quinn smiling against the pillow as he raised his hand to press it against the side of her face, keeping her face pressed to the side of his own

Firmly.

Giddy with the feeling of falling love with someone you only just met.

Giddy with the feeling of knowing that this this was it. The moment that their mamas had always told them stories about.

"You know I do Quinn." She told him sincerely "I'm gonna stay with you from now on. For a while I think. Because I like your stupid face." She said as she pulled their cheeks away from each other so he could pull his face out from the pillow, done with hiding now that he had some reassurance again.

He looked up at her , biting down on his lip with a shy grin. "Yeah?" His eyes flickered down to the jersey she was still wearing "not in that stupid jersey you're not." He muttered, hand sliding down to settle on her thigh instead. Rubbing soft circles in her even softer skin.

She grinned wickedly down at him, feeling his fingertips wandering up to fiddle with the end of the jersey .

"You want me to take it off?" She teased down to him , biting back a giggle when he averted his eyes to the ceiling for a moment . Taking a deep breath to gather himself and his courage before facing her again, bravely nodding his head yes.

"I want to take it off you." He couldn't help but add a small "please" at the end.so sweet that she couldn't help but smile at him.

This was it. This was what her mama had joyfully  warned her about while Lina just rolled her eyes and listened in disbelief . Not believing that she would ever find a love like that. Being told about Guys like him with their crooked smiles and heated cheeks , good intentions and pure hearts.

She hasn't known that they existed . Until she met Quinn . Now her heart was in her mouth and she was nodding her her head in consent as Quinn's shaky hand pulled up the wrong jersey over her head, his mouth falling open in a hitched breath once it was finally gone .

His eyes tracing over her Tanned stomach , toned from all the belly dancing on stage. Then down to her wider hips , following up to the dip in her waist before settling on her breasts encased in a pale pink, lace bralet.

He swallowed thickly , hands gripping her hips as she swiftly climbed on top of him, straddling his lap as he laid out beneath her , sweaty , flushed and with his heart in his mouth . Body Trembling and she hasn't even touched him properly yet.

"You're so beautiful Lina." He whispered to her . Just like he had always dreamed of telling her.

He finally got to now as his hands softly followed a path up her stomach , caressing the warm skin of her body as she leaned down, settling her own hands on his broad shoulders .

Biting her lip as she let him lean close to kiss her bare shoulder , open mouthed kisses being spread down to her chest, then over her neck . Anywhere that his lips could reach without moving too far from her . His arm around her waist as he hugged her too him, needing her close, having dreamt of this moment for what felt like his whole life.

Unable to believe that this was actually happening, that this wasn’t one of the many dreams he had about her over the years.

She sighed blissfully , gripping his chin to pull his lips away. Looking into his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks , his lips parted And pink from kissing her heated skin. She softened completely .

"Are you gonna buy me flowers just because?" She asked him softly , curious and playful as she pulled off his shirt so she could return his kisses down his body too.

Quinn's breath hitched as he tilted his chin down, utterly breathless as he watched her kiss down his chest , sucking softly at his freckled skin , his hips jumping as he felt her hand slide down to his pelvis , playing with the band of his pants teasingly .

"Yes. Sí! Sí!" He Moaned out breathlessly , hands desperately gripping at her back, then at her hips as she kissed up his neck. Tongue marking over his racing pulse below his ear , he trembled.

"I'll buy you flowers every Friday to mark the day we met." He breathed out. Already planning on which florists he would be running to, which flowers he would pick. Something beautiful. Like Lina.

She smiled softly against his jaw as she teased him some more, nudging her nose gently against his as she felt him try to lean forward to close the gap.

She just pulled away with a breathy laugh , brushing their lips together her softly, slowly as she spoke against the corner of his mouth , her words kissing him . Teasing him. Testing his control.

He whined.

"Will you dance with me in the kitchen? To silly songs?" She whispered quietly into the dark .

He groaned lowly , just wanting to kiss her. Just wanting her completely .

"I'll dance with you in every room. To every fucking song , to all of them..please.." he pleaded . Desperately. Kissing her chin over and over again.

She gripped the back of his neck and held him firmly , pressing their chests together as she let him unclip her bra . The flimsily material falling somewhere on the bed as he Palmed at her breasts messily , lips sucking at her jaw, down her neck , hips bucking up to meet her own. Begging her for more,

"Please Lina.. por favor." He pleaded breathlessly , rocking up into her, sweaty and so in love he could cry.

He sucked lovemarks over her heart , panting against her skin as she held his head close to her chest , head thrown back in pleasure as he got messier , spit leaning a trail against her skin as he gripped her in any place that he could . Fingers bruising and desperate.

"You'll come home? With me? To Spain?"

"I'd follow you anywhere." He promised , eyes wide and showing nothing but sheer desperation and the truth.

“I’ll take you joke to meet my family , I still have your poster on my wall though. Maybe you'll believe me then... I need you.." he told her shamelessly , meaning it with every fibre in him.

She laughed breathlessly "yeah? Should I put a poster of you above my bed too now  chico tonto?" (Silly boy) She teased him with a smirk.

He laughed too , breathless and smile too big for his face as he pulled her face up to his own, their teeth knocking together as he kissed her, hard and messy. Needy and wanting. He kissed her firm and true, just like he had always dreamed of doing .

"We can try right?" He murmured hopefully against her lips , trembling as she bit down on his bottom lip, soothing the sting of it with her tongue .

He sighed shakily, body trembling with anticipation and pleasure. "please? I want you so bad ."

"You want to fuck me?" She giggled mischievously as she leaned back to pull down her shorts and then his own. Eyes never leaving his flushed and sweaty face as he watched her like she was god above him.

He swallowed audibly "yeah." His voice cracked as he admitted lowly "I want to fuck you and you to fuck me , and I want to love you. I just want you. In every way."

Lina paused for a minute as she hovered above him for a moment , both breathless and needy. Quinn whining beneath her as she rocked her hips slowly , humming softly as their eyes fluttered closed in bliss.

"You're gonna love me forever if I let you Quinn ?" She wanted to know . Needed to. This was the real thing for her. It had to be. She had dreamt of moments like this, or all the pieces falling into place.

Hand caressing him firmly as he squirmed restlessly Beneath her , looking like he was going to laugh and cry at the same time. Eyes dazed and teary as he looked up at her , grinning wildly .

He nodded frantically "I am. You're all I've ever wanted Lina." and he meant it and she knew he did.

She sunk down on him , both moaning lowly as he pulled her down onto his body, cradling her close as he buried his face in her neck, breathless pants filling the air as she showed him why she was the one of the most wanted woman in the world.

But that didn't matter anymore because all she wanted was him.

She kissed him, laughing softly against his trembling lips as she whispered softly "I'm going to love you too. Maybe a little too much."

Quinn just moaned louder , mouthing at her sweaty skin with his bruised lips as he gripped at her hips tightly , realising why they didn't lie now. It all made sense as she snapped her hips down and around and around , bouncing and leaning , fingernails digging into his shoulders as she made him see heaven.

Eyes rolling to the back of his head as she fucked him, his lips unable to leave her skin as he wiped away the sweat dripping between her breasts with his tongue , in another world completely,

His heart sang in her voice  as she danced above him, belly moving as she moaned his name quietly , leaning her hands back on his thighs as she felt him hit deeper inside , feeling his body moving.

She made a man want to speak Spanish .

She rolled her hips again, like she did on stage , making him cry out as she clenched around him, his hips snapping up to meet her own as tears filled his eyes , pleasure whitening out his vision as his body shook below her.

"I got you. I got you bebé" she sighed , breathy and high pitched as they came together . Like it was supposed to be.

Holding his head close to her chest as he mumbled her name over and over again like a pray , grunting and shaking before finally collapsing against her body tiredly , pulling her down with him in a heap of sweaty limbs and kiss sealed promises.

It took them a while to calm down, Quinn's face in her neck as they tiredly cuddled into each other , soft kisses in the dark .

He smiled against her skin in joy, overwhelmed with love.

"You meant it? No kidding?" He whispered to her , holding her close and never wanting to let go again.

He was going to get her roses tomorrow, the biggest bouquet he could find.

This was it for him. He knew it was. This was the start of forever . Whenever , wherever , they were meant to be together. She was right. He wanted to hear her sing it again and again and again.

Only he had his own private show now. No more nosebleed tickets and tuning into the radio just to hear her voice .

He has the real thing right here, in his arms , smiling down at him like he was something worth keeping around .

"No kidding." She smiled , yawning as she combed her fingers through his sweaty hair . Holding him close as they both relaxed properly for the first time in a long time. Because they finally had someone to lean on.

"I meant. I'm keeping you forever now. Better get used to the heat because Madrid is even hotter, American boy." She teased.

Already planning on calling her mother in the morning to tell her the news that she was right all along .

She had found her star in a clouded sky of grey, she had found her daylight.

[m3r1m4r5u333]

Btw, I just need to say this. It's not just me rooting for buddie that's putting me off Buck/Tommy.

It's... The dismissive things Tommy keeps doing. Like mocking Buck for not having the courage to come out to his best friend the minute after he realised he is bi. Yes, the scene was funny as hell but also... Wtf was that.

Like he had any business judging Buck for panicking, with how much time he himself spent in the closet?

Also him, being shoved into the closet at the date... It was his own damn doing for not coming out earlier. If he's supposedly so proud and out... Then how is it that Buck was the one who told Eddie that Tommy is gay? Tommy had weeks before that to mention it, they went on a damn trip to Vegas together just a while back.

The bravado is bullshit. He's all talk. Indeed... "Renowed for his fake mouth static", was it now?

And then... showing up to a theme party in a damn henley, like it would have been too hard to take a spare change of clothes with him to the party. Yes he was on call but that's a shitty excuse. A firefighter wouldn't be on call relying on public transport, he was obviously driving, he could have left some clothes in his car. How many seconds does it take him to change his clothes, exactly?

So not bothering to dress up is just laziness and him thinking he's too cool to dress up. Also it just annoys me because that party was not only important to Buck, who btw was a nervous wreck arranging it, wanting Chimney to have a great party, and really would have appreciated the effort to dress up. No, Tommy is also Chimney's friend, one of his oldest friends, and that was his best effort in celebrating his friend's bachelor party? Wow.

And yeah... The way Tommy just keeps treating Buck like Buck is 7? Adorable... What a word choice!

Yeah yeah I know people think it's sweet. Well I don't, I have issues, I hate that word. And I hate that he used it of Buck.

Because I relate to the fumbling way Buck tends to live his life. I have ADHD and I know not everyone feels this way...

But one of my least favorite words is actually nowadays "adorable", or something of the like. Infantilizing "compliments" like that mess with my head because they really put you down, when someone implies that they admire you but like... You're cute like a puppy, or a child, something like that. Sweet, but kinda pathetic. A bambi on ice. Entertaining to watch, but not your peer.

And it sucks if you're the type who often struggles and does embarrassing things and messes up and rushes into things... It's easy to became insecure, and start to feel like nobody really sees you as someone who can be taken seriously. You're a joke to them. They underestimate you, they laugh at you, they mock you... even if it's done with love.

And Buck really is that type of person, who everyone tends to see as this dumb child. People comment on it, too. Really Bucked up there, like Chimney says earlier. He messes up often, and due to that people keep treating him like he isn't a grown man.

So it just annoys me when Tommy calls him adorable. Like omg, he is your date, why would you say that to an adult like yourself?! It's just dismissive.

So I'm really not into this "I'm more mature than you, I'm so much more confident than you, I have it figured out"-act he keeps doing.

How? Buck just came out to himself like two seconds ago, and you're sneering at him for freaking out when his best friend crashes his first date with a man? If you're such a brave lion with magnificent pride yourself, how come Eddie doesn't already know you're not straight?! Why is Buck the one who ends up telling Eddie?!

Renowned for your fake mouth static indeed. What an holier than thou circus act. It pisses me off.

[ominous-feychild]

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Note: this was literally started August 8th. I just... haven't touched it since. WITH THAT SAID— ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Thanks for the tags, @the-golden-comet (X) and @mysticstarlightduck (X)!

Rules: Use this generator to get incorrect quotes for your characters!

SUN AND SHADOW

Freya: Hey, quick question. How petty am I allowed to be?

Freya: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... ...and also assault with a deadly weapon.

Freya: I’m bisexual and confused. Freya: Not at the fact that I’m a bisexual, I just never know what the FUCK is going on.

Marlon: You remind me of the ocean. Freya: Because I'm deep and mysterious? Marlon: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.

Daleira: That was so hot, Freya. Freya: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenerate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets. Daleira: I'm so in love with you.

Freya: Where’s Crow? Daleira: Around. Freya: Around? Freya: You don’t have any idea, do you? Crow, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?

Freya, looking at a selfie of Crow's: I hate this photo. Crow: I’m cute as fuck in that photo! I’m smiling kindly. Freya: You’re not smiling kindly; you look like you’re up to something. Crow: Up to kindness.

Crow: Why do you think I don’t like you? I do. I would kill for you. Crow: Ask me to kill for you. Freya: ...First of all, calm down-

Freya: You're not my friend anymore. Crow: I was your friend?

Crow: Wait you like me? For my personality? Freya: I know, I was surprised too.

Crow: *About to do something incredibly stupid* Freya: I know I can't stop you, but I won't let you go by yourself.

*Daleira sneezes* Freya: Daleira, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby! *Crow sneezes* Freya: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

Crow: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning. Freya: This is a lie. Freya: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie. Freya: THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

Crow: I don't want to fight you! Freya: I wouldn't want you to fight me either!

Freya: When I first met you, I thought you were weird and annoying. Crow: And? Freya: And you are.

Freya: Did you have to stab them? Crow: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me. Freya: What did they say? Crow: "What are you going to do, stab me?" Freya: That’s fair.

Crow: Daleira likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

Crow: What must it be like to live in your head? Are there happy ponies in there? It’s really something how utterly delusional your optimism is. If I didn’t hate you so much, I might even be impressed. Daleira: Huzzah! I got a heavily qualified and slightly sarcastic compliment from Crow!

Daleira: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body. Ponderosa: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot. Daleira: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS! Crow: Hmm... I've been drinking soda and my body's rust free... not sure where you're getting your facts from...

Daleira: Do you think I’m ugly? Crow: It’s not about looks, Daleira. What’s valuable is on the inside... Daleira: Crow... Crow: For example, someone's heart. Daleira: Aw... Stop it- Crow: It could be purchased for more than a million dollars, you know. Daleira: Seriously, stop.

Daleira: *Holding up a pack of pencils* These are kinda cute. Crow: Daleira, that’s gay. Daleira: We’ve been dating for 2 years—

Maritza: Ooh, somebody has a crush Freya: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Crow, I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* Freya, very much awake: Uh oh.

Valyarus: New year, same me. Because I'm perfect.

Maritza: Question. When they shot Bambi's mother, did you find that a sad moment...at all? Valyarus: I'm sure she's mounted on a nice wall in a fine home somewhere.

Daleira, staring at Ponderosa in a cage: ...Why are they in a cage? Valyarus: Because it growled at me.

Valyarus: Alright, listen up you little shits. Valyar: Not you, Dally. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

Valyarus: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

Crow: I'm naturally funny because my life is a joke.

Crow: Don’t worry, I have a permit. Valyarus: ...This just says “I can do what I want”.

Maritza: You’re alive. Marlon: No need to sound so disappointed.

Daleira: You’re not gonna shoot a puppy, are you, Marlon!? Marlon: Yeah, in the face, why?

Marlon: I don't dab. I stab.

*the squad is at a dinner party but someone has been murdered* Crow: You’re acting pretty carefree for someone whose life’s at stake. Who’s to say you aren’t the killer? Valyarus: It’s a murder, not a tax audit. I’ll be fine. Ponderosa: What about Maritza? Nobody ever suspects Maritza! Maritza: Well, what about Marlon? He has a gun! Marlon: Crow has a knife. Crow: Yeah, for fun, not for murder! *stabs Ponderosa in the arm*

Ponderosa: Onion rings are vegetable donuts. Freya, used to Ponderosa being dumb: Sure... Ponderosa: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed. Freya: Okay? Ponderosa: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake. Freya: Ponderosa: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio- Freya: Jesus, that one is a little- Marlon, interested: No, no, Ponderosa, keep going.

Crow: I am darkness. I am a power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am- Daleira: A doll. Freya: A cinnamon roll. Maritza: A sweetheart. Crow: Crow: ... stop it.

Daleira: Where’s Crow? Freya: Doing stuff. Daleira: I don’t like the sound of that. Where’s Marlon? Freya: Trying to stop Crow from doing the stuff. Daleira: And Ponderosa? Freya: Trying to stop Marlon from stopping Crow from doing the stuff. Daleira: I see. And what are you doing here, Freya? Freya: I’m supposed to stop you from stopping Ponderosa from stopping Marlon from stopping Crow from doing the stuff.

THE ARCANE RIFTS

Gene: When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was “woah… it’s canon” and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why Tazin made me get tested.

Gene: Self-care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes back and hits you in the face with the force of 7 very large trucks. (to be fair that's a LOT of my characters tho I'm ngl...)

Tazin: *closes a cabinet* *a crash is heard behind the cabinet door* Gene: What was that? Tazin: The sound of someone else's problem.

Rada: Something tells me Tazin's going to be a bit more unhinged today... Tazin, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, Gene isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral.

Gene: What's gone wrong, Tazin? Tazin: Hey! That’s one hell of a thing to say to a person. Just because I’m calling doesn’t mean there’s a crisis. Gene: That’s technically true, I suppose. Why are you calling? Tazin: Well... There’s a crisis.

Gene: I have a bad feeling about this, guys. Ludmila: Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Tazin: Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen? Gene, being bailed out of jail the next morning: I hate you all.

Gene: Why are you smiling? Tazin: What? I can’t just be happy? Ludmila: Mislav tripped and fell in the parking lot.

*Tazin gets a phone call* Tazin: Hello? Gene: Hi, is Mislav there? I need to talk to him. Tazin: No, Mislav is dead. Mislav, very much alive next to Tazin: TAZIN WHAT THE FUCK-

Mislav: Any idiot would know that. Tazin: I knew that! Mislav: See?

Adilzhan: We have a problem. Gene: Let me guess, you caused it? Ivan: Gimme a sec, I'm not drunk enough to listen to this yet. Ludmila: And it's another Tuesday, your point? Mislav: Would shooting you solve this problem? No? Then shut up. Tazin: If you're mean the fire, that's our solution to last week's problem.

Tazin: *pretending to joke* So when are you going to go out with me? Alyona: I don't know. When are you going to ask me to? Gene: And you just ran away?! Tazin: I didn't expect her to flirt back!

Rada: To be honest, I'm kinda pissed that I'm not asleep in bed next to the love of my life in a cottage with no obligations other than watering my vegetable garden.

Nikolai, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often? Damaris, confused: I mean, this is my house, so yeah.

Gene: Adults are the most insanely stupid people I have the displeasure of interacting with. Caspar, referring to himself and Gennadi: Even us? Gene: Especially you guys. Gennadi: Caspar: Gennadi: Petition to kick Gene out so he stops insulting us. Caspar: Seconded.

Dimitry, Entering Gene's room: Tazin did it again. Gene: Peace disturbance? Dimitry: What no- Gene: Arson..? Dimitry: NO, JESUS CHRIST, HOW MANY- Gene: uh....Attempted murder? Dimitry: NO, HE ATE ALL THE FOOD IN THE FRIDGE, BUT WHAT THE FU-

Dimitry: How long do you reckon it’ll be until Gene finally snaps and commits murder? Rada: I’ve been going through life assuming it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to him.

Tazin: Thank God you were there. Dimitry. I knew you wouldn't let your best friend die. Dimitry: I'm still gonna arrest you. I just can't do that if you're dead. Tazin: Whatever you gotta tell yourself. Baby steps. It's hard getting him out of his shell.

Misc that I inserted the characters into because they were too perfect:

Dalma, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day? Torcaiz: … Torcaiz: What’s in the box? Dalma: What woul- Torcaiz: Dalma, what’s in the box? Dalma: I think you know.

Elazi: Roman, what is the ONE thing I asked you NOT to do tonight? Roman: Raise the dead. Elazi: And what did you do? Roman: Raise the dead.

Kieva: I thought you were going to give me a book recommendation or something. Sammy: *laughs* Book recommendation? I can’t read!

Kieva: Father, I have sinned. Tián: Daddy, I’ve been naughty.

Fate: Chaos, wake up! Chaos, half asleep: Five more minutes… Fate: You’ve been in a coma for two years! Chaos: … Chaos: Okay, two more minutes…

Storm: Murder literally doesn’t hurt anyone! Ice: What are you talking about? Of course— Earth, holding out a hand to shut Ice up: No, no, they have a point—

I... changed the colors to match the modern versions, but besides that and the title headers?

This thing is EXACTLY how I'd left it all those months ago.

Idek why I've procrastinated in posting it for so long.

Taglist: @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet @illarian-rambling @ashirisu @urnumber1star

@the-letterbox-archives @48lexr @aalinaaaaaa @thecomfywriter @an-indecisive-nerd

@seastarblue

Dividers by @saradika

[bambi-kinos]

excerpts from the McLennon server (hamburg part 1)

This is Part One of an ongoing conversation in the McLennon server about John and Paul in Hamburg. Part Two is here: https://www.tumblr.com/bambi-kinos/718388247258136576/excerpts-from-the-mclennon-server-hamburg-part-2

In Part One of the Hamburg Conversation, we discuss why John and Paul ended up being so close after their stint in Hamburg during 1960, since this was the period where the Exis ostracized Paul and John and Stuart were up each other’s asses a lot.

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Leggy「little love of mine」 — 02/27/2023 4:10 PM alright beatle babes big fucking thunks time

1960 kinda sucked for Paul, Hamburg was the big thing and John was busy hanging out with Stuart and the Exis and was super teenagery about it. Paul felt abandoned and was super teenagery about it. There were a lot of sex workers, beer, and amphetamine pills going around. Gangsters roamed about, mostly not giving a shit about the Beatles tbh. They re-discovered girls. Paul gets deported.

Then we hit 1961 and this is happening: https://twitter.com/BeatlesArchive2/status/1630289665323589632?s=20

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 02/27/2023 4:19 PM Stuart stayed with Astrid and John seemed to be okay with this whereas he went to extreme lengths to separate Paul from his dad upon returning to Liverpool (which was a good thing), Paris happened, Stuart and Paul had a fistfight on stage where John de facto chose Paul by not disciplining him over the fight. What changed

Personally I think Hamburg changed how John viewed Paul. He got to see Paul in an adult context for the first time. I legit don't think John saw Paul as anything other than another friend -- that's not because of Rule 10, that's something I really believe. John simply didn't take Paul seriously until they got to Hamburg. They were friends and they had a tight bond thanks to Mary/Julia's passing, I don't doubt for a second that their friendship was already very close. John knew Paul was attractive but I don't think he fully put together what that meant until later. Hamburg slowly transmuted that into something else for John, he saw Paul in a brand new context and watched him flourish into a young adult away from the childhood context of Liverpool. And that lead him somewhere else.

Stuart didn't have prospects in Liverpool, his application to be a TA had already been rejected so he was ready to move on. John was able to respect that and let Stu go....because he figured out what he wanted. So he pursued Paul and very heavily too.

louiselux — 02/27/2023 4:33 PM Paul said that they felt somehow they were headed for big things, but i wonder when that feeling coalesced for them? Maybe beyond all the teen psychodrama, the side effect of Hamburg was getting technically good for the first time, and that’s when that feeling happened, like a mutual sense growing of ‘this man can take me places’

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 02/27/2023 4:34 PM ohhh i like this

louiselux — 02/27/2023 4:38 PM You know, them getting to know all these other bands and maybe realising that Lennon/McCartney together was a different better creature

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 02/27/2023 4:40 PM Especially since they were experimenting with the songwriting at that point. Not a whole lot but they were doing it, that was a way for them to distinguish themselves from the other bands. They were trying to find their niche and the Lennon/McCartney thing started clicking into place.

louiselux — 02/27/2023 4:41 PM Also very much YES to your point about Paul becoming a hot adult man rather than cute boy baby

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 02/27/2023 4:42 PM So you take the hypercharged atmosphere of Hamburg, put that with them starting to push themselves creatively and not just do cover songs....

louiselux — 02/27/2023 4:42 PM And Paul growing shoulders and forearm hair

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 02/27/2023 4:47 PM Maybe they also set their flirting pattern in Hamburg -- John being an ass, Paul being cold in response to get John's attention, making each other jealous on purpose etc. Even if they didn't realize what they were doing in the moment.

I'm fascinated at how much of a slow motion thing it all was, this attraction between them. It wasn't sudden, it was a long burning thing. They spent that first trip getting with women, boozing, going pro, there's the psychodrama going on in the background and John's very intense no matter what.... And when it all finally ended John sought out Paul in Liverpool....

louiselux — 02/27/2023 5:09 PM It's clear that they excited each other in various ways ever since they first met, but it seems like it did take a while to click into place. With Stu, I really get the sense that John had met someone he thought of as his equal at that time, in adulthood and sensibilities, and that he didn't consider Paul an equal in that way. So maybe that is the thing we are tracking here, the realisation that Paul is like...The One? Over those Hamburg years

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 02/27/2023 5:19 PM yeah! I think that's it exactly :ogeyes: Stuart was loved and lovable to John but Paul had a special impact

mynamesbetty — 02/27/2023 6:53 PM John had his blinders on to everything but success as a musician - he'd failed out of art school and couldn't hold down a regular job, so he made music his life

Before Hamburg Paul had prospects to continue in school and go to university, and he was still living at home and listening to his father (where John had stopped caring what Mimi said and may have moved out into the flat on Gambier Terrace by this point

In Hamburg, Paul starves and stinks and plays 6-8 hours a night, just like John, putting his all into the group and mach schau and living in squalor for the music

Where Stu was never that enthusiastic about the group, John had to convince him to buy an instrument and join, and when he met Astrid it was a done deal

So John can let go of someone who's already letting go of him because it's obvious what's happening and Stu is going to be happier an an artist, and they're good enough friends to accept this

But he looks at Paul, who's working just as hard as he is to make the Beatles a success, and something clicks for him

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 02/27/2023 7:14 PM something clicks for him...

Morrigan — 02/27/2023 9:18 PM I, too, find this time fascinating. I agree that while he was drawn to him and attracted to him (maybe even subconsciously), John didn’t see Paul as an equal adult quote yet. Two years difference can feel quite big at that age.  But then I also find it fascinating that John said they were both horrible to Stu in Hamburg. I wouldn’t put it past John to have played them against each other, especially after Stu got with Astrid

Misery — 02/27/2023 9:27 PM Trying to see which one of them would stick it out through his behaviour maybe

mynamesbetty — 02/27/2023 9:32 PM Always hiding his soft mushy center under a hard layer of nasty humor and bad behavior

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 02/27/2023 9:32 PM John absolutely played them off each other. He was a jerk to both of them in Hamburg and would team up with the other one, peak frat bro honestly.

mynamesbetty — 02/27/2023 9:32 PM King John sits on his throne and says "which one of you loves me more?"

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 02/27/2023 9:33 PM 😂 but also 😭

Misery — 02/27/2023 9:33 PM Mhm mhm mhm

This exactly

VeggieRavioli — 02/27/2023 9:37 PM Tony Sheridan quote RE: J&P in Hamburg that’s relevant here

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 02/27/2023 9:39 PM They were like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle: they needed each other and fitted together.

pain

It was very menacing for me to hear the Liverpool accent when it was aggressive, especially when it was John. He was so caustic, and though he never scared me he could cut you down with a couple of words and a glance, and did. We got on OK because he had a bit of respect for me - I'd been on the telly - but we never got close. He was full of complexes, and to compensate for that he had a big ego. He was the intellectual and extrovert driving force, the natural leader. Paul was very talented, a frisky kind of guy, completely extrovert. His whole life was the show.

interesting that he characterizes both of them as extroverted

VeggieRavioli — 02/27/2023 9:49 PM there's another quote in my head that I can't find, about how the interplay between John and Paul was the epicenter of the Beatles' mach shau-ing in Hamburg

Hamburg is where they truly tapped into their onstage chemistry. They might not have been songwriting during this time - too exhausted and overworked for that obv - but it's where they realized how their partnership could electrify an entire room, not just their music and their singing

mynamesbetty — 02/27/2023 9:52 PM Lesley-Ann Jones, The Search for John Lennon, on John's motivations for having Stu in the band - she's harsher on him than I would be but I can't say she's completely wrong

But John can't needle and bitch about Paul's musicianship to make himself feel better because Paul is just as good and maybe ever more talented than John, so he stops complaining where Paul is concerned and starts thinking about what they can accomplish together

Morrigan — 02/27/2023 9:54 PM It’s truly fascinating how evident that was to so many people I think the whole Stu situation was majorly messy…teenagers or young adults in over their heads..ego, sexuality, hormones and messy emotions running rampant all of the place …add to that drugs and alcohol. It must’ve been fascinating to watch from afar though

VeggieRavioli — 02/27/2023 9:57 PM I don't agree with the latter part of this passage tbh, John didn't need any propping up in terms of having his ability recognized versus Paul's

mynamesbetty — 02/27/2023 9:58 PM Yeah, that part I disagree with from our outside perspective, but John was always insecure about his abilities as a musician

Morrigan — 02/27/2023 9:59 PM Yeah I also disagree on that part

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 02/27/2023 10:01 PM John respected that core of iron, the fact that he couldn't maneuver Paul endlessly fascinated him. I still don't know how to judge John's feelings about his own musicianship, I guess that's where the competitive aspect comes in, but it is fascinating that he decided to prioritize the health of the band over his personal feelings about Paul's abilities.

mynamesbetty — 02/27/2023 10:02 PM John's nascent case of imposter syndrome couldn't stand up to the blazing pillar of self confidence that was eighteen year old stinky rat boy Paul McCartney

VeggieRavioli — 02/27/2023 10:06 PM but the part about Stu entrancing the chicks is dead on lol — of all the Beatles, was Stu the first to provoke an on-sight orgasm out of the audience?? We will never know

louiselux — 02/28/2023 3:12 AM He’s gonna ride that stinky rat boy all the way to the top!

louiselux — 02/28/2023 3:30 AM John seemed to be very incisive about people’s musical abilities in general, but seemed to get stuck when assessing his own.

alfenbalf — 02/28/2023 3:54 AM Tony Sheridan giving off big "I'm from Norfolk" energy here. Baby, John has the softest, gentlest Liverpool accent ever

I love Klaus

louiselux — 02/28/2023 4:14 AM Ha! That explains it - John's accent is the softest

Leggy「little love of mine」 — 02/28/2023 8:22 PM John had the classic "mildly clever kid trapped in the american school system" problem where he was able to coast on his natural gifts for years and then struggled to respond to situations that challenged his abilities. And then he has the help/hindrance of being with Paul and Paul is able to challenge him, and get his skill levels up, but Paul was also a crutch for him in a lot of ways so John didn't learn how to deal with challenges on his own. Most people wouldn't in his situation.

People like John benefit immensely from mentorships preferably from a young age. Hence the proliferation of masterful artists during the Renaissance. In ideal circumstances John would have been apprenticed to someone as eclectic as he was who could educate him and grow his talents. His real talent lay in the fact that he was able to self teach everything he needed to know.

He really was a natural leader.

mynamesbetty — 02/28/2023 8:25 PM That rich old lady (or man) to support him while he focused on his art never materialized so he pulled his socks up and did it all himself

[rowretro]

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WARNINGS: mentions of dismemberment

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✧CHAPTER 12✧

Another cold morning in Paris, Sunghoon Juwngwon and the others were arriving on the day, With Riki on the phone with the boys, who’s flight had been delayed, Kyle whined, wanting Riki’s attention. Riki smiled down at the baby, ruffling his hair. “Delayed again? Do you need my private jet?” Riki asked on call as the boy pouted. All the while, Heeseung and Sunoo were focused on wedding decoration. The 2 wanted to have a nice wedding outside, under the stars, with just the ones whom they love, and those who worked at their cafe.

Y/n was peacefully stirring some batter for their wedding cake, “Ok Ok call me when you get here hmm? Take care” Riki finally said before hanging up. The male unstrapped the baby from his baby chair, carrying him in his arms “Ok baby you can have me all to yourself now~” The boy cooed, as he rocked him gently. Kyle giggles, snuggling into Riki’s chest. The man carried him to the kitchen, where y/n was cooking. 

The baby got distracted with the many holes in the jumper Riki was wearing on top of his t-shirt. “You sure  you want to be making the cake for our wedding baby? I mean you work too much already, can’t you at least take a little break before the wedding?” Riki asked as y/n smiled. “It’s ok babe, I love busying myself you know?” The girl said, smiling. Riki leaned down to kiss her forehead, the baby still infatuated with all the holes in Riki’s jumper.

The truth was, y/n was pretty stressed about the wedding, she felt that Riki had to leave behind so many things for her and the baby. All those times he stood up against his dad for her, his patience, how much he tries not to argue, and the fact that he’s never once thought of leaving her. Sure they hit a rocky road near the start of their dating, but those little conflicts make them the happy, weird couple they are. For all he’s done, the girl just wants everything to go perfectly for him.

“Mommy and daddy are getting married~” Riki cooed as the baby giggled, pulling on his jumper. “Oh so that’s why you were so quiet all this time… you like my jumper?” The male asked as the baby babbled nonsense, playing with the loose strings around the holes. “Daddy will get you a matchy jumper like mine~” Riki cooed, rubbing his nose against the baby’s nose. “Sunnyyyy uncee bambi!” The baby suddenly squealed.

“Uncle Bambi? Seriously that nickname is sticking for generations yet to come???” Heeseung said sighing as th baby giggled, reaching for him. Heeseung gently carried him, snickering at the baby’s acts. “Ah y/n I got you a little present, well- Heeseung chose it, but it’s cute so I bought it-” Sunoo said as he gave her a Hello Kitty plush doll. The girl froze as she forced a smile, shakily taking the doll in hand. “Wow… thanks Sunoo- and Heeseung-” She said, her voice somewhat shaky.

Riki blinked at her sudden change in behavior but let her be, not wanting to tick her off or anything. The girl put the doll somewhere in their room as she went back to mixing cake batter. As she poured the batter into one of the trays, she suddenly screamed, dropping the batter on the ground. Riki rushed over as soon as he could, assuming the worst. “Babe, are you ok? Hurt? DID THEY FIND US?!” the male asked as she blinked. “U-UH noim fine-- just uh… flinched seeing the doll there-” the girl said, pointing at the hello kitty doll.

“God I thought something really bad happened for a second…” Riki mumbled, back hugging her, his eyes falling on the batter that was all over the floor and counter now. Riki turned her around so she was facing him, gently pinning her against the nearest surface oh so gently. His eyes, examining hers as he leaned in a little closer, noticing her back away a little “Tell me whats wrong.” The boy simply said “Nothing-” the girl said as Riki tilted his eyes, his stare way more intense “F-Fine- I just found it creepy that the doll I put in my room suddenly appeared here-” The girl said.

Riki sighed, narrowing his eyes at her “Now tell me what’s really wrong.” He asked, his forehead, resting against hers as she sighed “Fine… I studied a case that involved a dismembered head being inside a hello kitty doll, and its a traumatizing case you know?... the person who owned it was a 14 yr old, she new there was a human head inside!” The girl finally admitted as Riki kissed her lips, “You need to chill” Riki said as he squished the perfectly cute, pink plushie “see? Perfect, clean, smells new and trust me, no head inside.” Riki said as the girl snuggled him, the male almost slipped on the batter. “How about we romance after we clean this up hmm?” The male asked as the girl snickerred, nodding. 

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧