#just give me a good moment between the three of them PLEASE JUST ONE SCENE

[campbenji]

it's so hard being a BowmanKon brothers enthusiast in this economy

[goldenroutledge]

kiss you soon

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

prompt: ❛ if you’re tired of kissing me, i’d better go. ❜

summary: three times where lando can’t get enough of you.

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the first time.

“Just one more, darling.” Lando bats his eyelashes from where he sits in his makeup chair, with you lounging on a plush couch nearby. He’s filming an interview with Hilton today, so he got some touch ups from a makeup artist. His eyes glance at the door every so often to make sure she won’t be here to scold him for messing anything up. “Come on, please?”

You stand up, granting his wishes by kissing him gently. His fingertips brush your cheek as he deepens the kiss, clearly craving more than just a peck.

He smirks when he pulls away to look in the mirror, checking out the gloss on your lips that has transferred onto his. The crew on set will surely put two and two together. “Look at that baby, you made me pretty for TV.”

You giggle, pinching his cheek. “You need no help with that.”

Lando shrugs. “Maybe not. At least it will send a message, though.”

“You want all of your fans to know that you were making out with someone before the shoot?”

“Yes, it will put those nasty Norizz rumors to rest, and maybe the camera guy who’s been eyeing you since we got here will take a fucking hint.” Lando gives you his signature cheeky grin as his eyes roam your features lovingly. “Not that I can blame him.”

Heat creeps up your cheeks, and for that, you peck his lips one last time. “No more flattery, you’re on the job. That sweet talk won’t get you very far right now.”

“It’s gotten me far enough.” He muses cockily, laughing as you take a throw pillow from the couch and aim it for his head.

A few knocks sound on the door and the production assistant tells him that Max and the crew are waiting for him in the next room. Lando gets up, but not without blowing you a kiss through the air first.

You pretend to catch it, blowing one back to him. “Go get ‘em.”

“I’ll try!” Lando shouts, making his way to the nearby room where the interview is being filmed with his best friend.

Upon finally seeing Lando arrive on set, Max stands up from his own chair that reads ‘TALENT’ on the back of it. “It took you long enough! What was the hold up?”

Lando doesn’t respond verbally; the grin that spreads across his face is better at revealing what exactly he’s been up to this time. “Oh, right.” Max acknowledges, remembering that you’ve been with Lando in his dressing room all morning. “Does that explain why your lips are so shiny then? They didn’t do that to my lips.”

Lando laughs when he notices the candid moment between them is being captured by a camera, coincidentally being filmed by the same guy that he knows has the hots for you. “Apparently there’s a kissing scene in this. Y/n and I were just practicing.”

Max pretends to gag, shaking his head in faux disgust. “Alright then, I’m leaving.”

Lando turns to the camera man who looks almost stunned at the confession. So much for his PR training, it’s gone out the window by now. Months have gone by since he was last inside a Formula 1 paddock and it didn’t take long to wear off at all. “Make sure to keep that in the final cut, okay?”

–

the second time.

“You’re tense, honey.” Lando murmurs while his hands massage your shoulders as gently as they can.

“Tell me about it. I think I slept wrong.” You wince but lean into his touch, telling him to massage harder because it hurts so good.

“Or you’ve just been stressed out lately? Trying to be everything to everyone without taking care of yourself.” Lando suggests as if it’s obvious. There’s nothing he’s more attuned to than your well being, he’s always quick to notice anything that might be going on with you. It’s truly a blessing and a curse.

“Thank you, Dr. Norris, but I just have a lot on my plate right now. It’ll pass.”

“But I can’t just sit back and let you forget about yourself in the process.” Lando adds, planting a kiss to your exposed neck. “You deserve to relax, it just so happens that I can help with that.”

Your fingers run through his curls, letting your eyes flutter shut as he focuses more on leaving trails of kisses on your skin and less on massaging the tension from your muscles. “I think I need one of your yoga classes. Remember when we did yoga on the beach in Miami?”

“How could I forget? Stretching you out happens to be my favorite pastime.”

You gasp, smacking at his hand lightly. “Lando!”

“What? I meant stretching you out for yoga. Don’t tell me your mind went other places...”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“-ly funny. I know I am, baby. And I got your mind off things already, didn’t I?”

“That you did. Maybe you’re not such a bad doctor after all.” You sigh contentedly, turning around to pepper his lips with kisses. “And it pains me to say this, but I still have so much more work to do that I should be getting back to.”

“When was the last time you took a break?”

You smile against his lips, breaking away for a moment. “Doesn’t this count as a break?”

“No, it does not. I’m talking something that lasts longer than a few kisses before you go back to spending hours staring a hole through your laptop.” Lando trails his hands across your shoulders and down your back, never pulling away too far from you. “These knots won’t work themselves out. Just let me take care of you. Please?”

“Well since you asked so nicely…” Your hands travel from tangling in his hair to resting on his chest. “How about in 30 minutes from now?”

Lando groans, you can feel the vibrations against your lips. He finally pulls away, putting some distance between you two. “Fine. If you’re tired of kissing me, I’d better go.”

“No! I’m never tired.” You whine more urgently than you mean to, surely boosting his ego more than it needs to be boosted. To prove it, you kiss him once more.

It’s short-lived as he pulls back with a smug grin. “I can tell, darling.”

“You’re a tease. I won’t even be able to focus now, thanks to you.”

Lando makes his way towards the door, deciding to leave you to your work. The sooner you finish, the sooner you’ll kiss him again. “Good. When you’re done trying to focus, you know where to find me.”

–

the third time.

It’s a McLaren 1-2 for Lando and Oscar to kick off the season.

Everyone in papaya rushes to parc ferme, ready to greet the drivers in an aggressively eager embrace, you included. From the moment Lando stood on top of his car, waving a fist in the air, you were cheering at the top of your lungs.

Lando hops down from his car and rushes to where you’re standing behind the barriers, passing by his team before he gets to you. He engulfs you into his arms, and neither of you care about the sweat that he’s accumulated during the race.

“You did it!” You shriek, and the sound is surely picked up by the nearby camera capturing your interaction. “I couldn’t be more proud of you.”

“What did I tell you?” Lando muses, reminding you of the confidence he’s had all weekend about winning today. The quiet promise your boyfriend made that he’d win this race for you, and he did. But the people didn’t need to know that. It was just fine being a kept secret between the two of you.

Neither of you had made it a point to confirm your relationship publicly, wanting to keep your romance under wraps for as long as you could. You can’t risk anyone trying to pop your love bubble. It was only because of Lando’s insistence that you were in parc ferme with everyone to begin with.

Lando proudly embraces his team and Oscar follows suit. The two drivers congratulate each other and the crowd roars once again. Lando hears you better than anyone else, though maybe he’s just acutely aware of the sound of your voice. He smiles at you, helmet off this time, and stops in his tracks.

“You coming? What are you waiting for?” Oscar questions, realizing that Lando isn’t keeping up alongside him on their way to the cooldown room.

“Give me one second!”

Before his teammate can ask why he’s rushing back to you, Lando’s lips are on yours and he’s kissing you for the world to see, surprising you both. You always knew Lando could be impulsive, but this was different. It doesn’t take long for you to melt into his hold, smiling against his lips with pride and it sends the crowd into a frenzy.

The look you give him is one of astonishment, as if to say, ‘I can’t believe you just did that!’. If nothing else, it’ll give you something to talk about later. Lando walks away cooly, receiving a nudge in the ribs from Oscar as they walk away.

“Looks like you have more than just the win to celebrate, eh?”

Lando smirks, shrugging to play off his public display, or declaration, of love for you as if it was meant to happen. And in many ways, it was. “Something like that.”

There’s nothing quite like standing on the top step of the podium, it’s a feeling that Lando could get used to. As long as you’re here cheering him, he plans on it. The Australian sun shines onto the podium and the trophies sparkle from its golden rays. ‘God Save the King’ plays throughout the paddock, and Lando spots you front and center in the crowd.

He winks, blowing a kiss in your direction as you beam with joy. The questions will be endless as to who Lando was kissing below the podium, but he doesn’t care. When this is over, he’ll be able to kiss you with the world watching, like nobody’s watching at all. Lando can say confidently that is by far his biggest win of the day.

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If you’re still taking requests would you be interested in writing smth along the lines of reader telling sam & joaquin she’s never had an orgasm from anyone but herself and they help her out..?

these two together drive me crazy // takes place in the go greek! universe // go greek! masterlist // 18+ minors dni

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” Sam asks incredulously.

“I’m telling the truth!” you defend.

“Not even by yourself?” Joaquin chimes in.

“Nope.”

“But you’ve had sex before, right?” Sam seems personally offended by this.

“Yes, I’ve had sex and yes, I masturbate. I just have a hard time getting there.”

Sam and Joaquin share a look. You’re sitting next to Sam on the couch, your feet propped up on his thigh, while Joaquin sits in the arm chair to the left of the couch. There’s a movie on the TV that none of you really care to watch, but the sex scene sparked some lively conversation.

“So all the times you’ve had sex and didn’t cum, the guy was just cool with that?” Sam asks.

“Well…” They both raise their eyebrows in anticipation. “They didn’t exactly know I didn’t.”

“You faked it?” Joaquin asks, taking his turn to be offended.

“It’s easier to fake it than having to explain why I didn’t. And some guys’ egos are way too fragile and I didn’t want to have to deal with that.”

“That’s so not fair,” Joaquin says, shaking his head.

“Y’know,” Sam starts, grabbing both yours ans Joaquin’s attention. “I have a pretty good reputation with the ladies.”

“Sam-”

“I’m just saying! I could help you out. We can try different things and figure out what works. And if nothing works, my ego won’t be hurt. No faking needed.”

Rolling your eyes, you pick your foot up and push against his sholder. “You’re hilarious.”

“I’m serious!” he says, grabbing ahold of your ankle so you can’t kick him again.

“I could help you instead,” Joaquin adds.

“You too?” you groan, looking between both of them.

Joaquin stands up from the chair and kneels down next to you. “We’re both down to help you. If you don’t want that, tell us to fuck off and we will.”

“But we can give you what you need,” Sam says.

They’re not teasing anymore. Their expressions have turned serious, like this is a genuine offer. You look between them both, and after a moment, you hesitantly nod.

“Okay.”

“Okay…?”

“Okay, I’ll let you guys help me out.”

Somehow you’re lucky enough for this to happen while you three are the only ones home. You end up with your back against Sam’s solid chest, his hands holding your legs open while Joaquin lays between them.

They had coaxed you out of your panties with gentle touches and sweet words before Joaquin kissed his way up your thighs.

Sam’s mouth is next to your ear, mumbling words that make your toes curl. He’s making you tell him everything you’re feeling, what you like and what you don’t. You get they’re trying to help you, but you’re not used to talking about things like this.

Joaquin curls two fingers inside you to rub against that spot inside you that drives you crazy. His tongue swirls around your clit, causing you to squim in Sam’s hold.

“How do you need it? Harder, softer, faster, slower? Gotta talk to us, sweetheart,” Sam says.

“Harder, please, harder,” you gasp.

Joaquin obliges and sucks your clit firmly. It borders on too much, too overstimulating, but the consistent plusing of his fingers forces you closer to the edge that has eluded you for so long.

“I think- I think I’m gonna-”

Instead of changing things up or trying to make your orgasm come quicker, Joaquin maintains what he’s doing. Same pace, same pressure. The only thing that changes is where he’s looking. His eyes were closed but as soon as you announced that you’re close, they shot open to look up at you.

“Don’t hold back, baby. Let yourself go, cum for us,” Sam mumbles, voice low and breath warm.

All of your muscles tighten, starting from your toes and spasming through your abdomen. Your thighs attempt to clench around Joaquin’s head, but Sam’s hands keep them spread wide.

You want to moan, try to, but the sound gets caught in your throat as pleasure washes over you. Joaquin doesn’t let up and continues, despite the ache that must be burning in his jaw. He lets you ride that high until you physically can’t.

“Joaquin, Joaquin, please, I can’t take it,” you gasp.

Mercifully, he pulls away. He leans up on an elbow and wipes his mouth with the back of his other hand casually like he wasn’t just face down between your legs.

“How was that?” he asks, a stupid, boyish grin on his face.

You close your eyes and lay limp against Sam’s chest. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly, the squeeze feeling like a weighted blanket.

“I think that answers that,” Sam chuckles. “You did so good, sweetheart.”

You hum in acknowledgment of his praise. You’ll deal with the aftermath of this little arrangement later. Right now, all you want to do is bask in the glow of your orgasm and the attention of Sam and Joaquin.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Sink or Swim (NSFW)

AN: Joe girlies I have returned!

Synopsis: After the devastating loss to the Commanders, you knew that a bad mood would be evident with your boyfriend. So his idea of forgetting what happened at least for a few hours has to do with giving you his undivided attention

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There was a look of disbelief on your face as you watched the scene unfold in front of you and saw that the game was almost over when the two minute warning was indicated. The first two weeks in the season obviously had your boyfriend Joe upset and for good reason. But to see the high hopes that he had going into week three just get shot down hurt to watch.

On the sidelines you could see his helmet being thrown as he eventually sat down and the expression on his face was one that you couldn't quite read.

Pulling out your phone, you sent him a quick text knowing that he would read it when he got back to the locker room.

You- Still so proud of you bubs. You played amazing tonight and don't let anyone tell you otherwise 💕

Sighing to yourself, you stood up and began to make your exit out of the stadium to start making your way back to Joe’s condo. It was discussed earlier in the day when you had talked to Joe that you would come over right after the game in anticipation of celebrating with him, but now you weren't so sure if he would even want to be in the mood to have anyone around him right now. After he lost a game, he would understandably get into a mood but you had a feeling that tonight would be a lot worse and more than likely because of who he is, he would be blaming himself.

Climbing into your jeep, you had the radio on a low volume as you pulled out of the stadium parking lot and onto the highway. Joe didn't live very far from the stadium which you were thankful for and leaving before the game was over allowed you to beat some of the traffic that you knew would quickly come after.

Arriving in less than twenty minutes, you turned your car off before grabbing your bag and making your way inside. Your shoes got slipped off at the door as you made your way into the kitchen to find something to snack on since the mozzarella sticks you had at the game were only going to last you but so long.

Glancing at the clock, you noticed it wasn't too late to order a pizza seeing as Joe probably needed some comfort food. You opened up your DoorDash app and quickly ordered it while you waited for Joe to get there. Another 45 minutes had passed with the pizza being kept warm in the oven and you sitting on the couch re-watching Scandal when you heard his key in the door. Once it was opened, it was quickly slammed shut making you jump and the sound was quickly followed by him throwing his bag on the floor at his feet and hearing him sigh.

Still in your jersey from the game that had your boyfriend's name on the back of it, you got up to greet him by the door. His expression was still unreadable when you stood in front of him and slowly tried to take his hands into yours, but he moved away at the last second.

“Bubs….”

Joe didn’t even bother to respond to you as his eyes were closed and he was leaning back against the door.

“What do you need me to do?” You softly asked as you kissed the side of his mouth, trying to get an answer out of him.

When he finally opened his eyes and glanced down at you, his eyes had softened but only slightly as he saw the love of his life in front of him.

“Get upstairs and strip.”

“Mm, gladly. Your wish is my command.”

Nodding your head towards him, he then turned you around to face the stairs as you slowly walked over towards them. Your foot was on the first step when you heard his voice once more.

“You have two minutes to do what I told you, so I suggest you get a move on before I put you there myself.”

Hearing this made a river form in between your thighs and you loved how dominant he could get when the two of you were by yourselves. That happened to be the only good thing that would come out of him losing a game. If this is what he needed to help him get through it, the last thing that you were ever going to do was complain.

Reaching the last step, you still heard him moving around downstairs before you swung the door open to his bedroom which had been left ajar before he left for the game earlier.

Your clothes were then taken off slowly one by one in the hopes of Joe walking in and seeing you. Your shoes had already been thrown off at the door downstairs, the next thing to come off was your jeans that hugged your curves that he loved so much. Next was his jersey and the shirt that you were wearing underneath it in case you got cold. You had started to take off your bra next when you suddenly felt him behind you making you jump. You hadn’t heard him come in as he wrapped his arms around you before leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“I thought I told you to strip? So, why are you still wearing clothes? You like disobeying me?” He asked you before placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“No, I was….”

“I don’t want to hear excuses. Do as you’re told the first time so I don’t have to punish you. Now get the rest of those clothes off.” He told you as a light smack was felt across your ass.

You nodded your head and your bra as well as your black thong were quickly removed from your body and discarded onto the floor all while Joe was standing behind you watching you intensely. Once you were finished, he leaned down to your ear once more before he reached around to put two of his fingers up to your mouth that you slowly started to suck on before reaching down and rubbing small circles along your clit making you gasp.

“Mmm, look how wet my baby is. This all for me?” You nodded your head to answer his question because you knew that words were going to fail to come out of your mouth.

“Get on the bed and you better not make a sound unless I fucking tell you to. Face down, ass up.”

Walking over to the bed once Joe moved his fingers away from your core, you slowly got on the bed with the help of him since the bed was so high and crawled to the top of it as you rested your head down on your arms with your ass sticking high up in the air on display for him.

You could hear Joe behind you doing away with his clothes and in a matter of seconds you felt him crawl onto the bed and roughly grab a hold of your hips before slowly entering you and bottoming out as he threw his head back in pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

It took everything in you not to let out a gasp and simply put your hand over your mouth as you felt him move out of you before he slammed back in.

His movements were intense and sloppy of course with him letting out his frustrations as you were doing your best to keep quiet. The more he pounded into you, the harder it was becoming and knew that being quiet would only last but so long.

You could feel yourself getting closer to reaching your peak and you soon felt Joe reach underneath of you to massage your clit as he continued to pound into you. This sent you over the edge and you couldn’t help but to let out a small moan but immediately put your hand back over your mouth. But the damage was already done and you tug knew that you would soon be in for it.

“Oooh fuck.”

Hearing this, Joe immediately flipped you over and a hand immediately went around your neck with him squeezing it.

“Did I tell you to fucking speak? I don’t think I did.”

You remained quiet as he let go of your neck as he trailed kisses along it and down your chest with him placing one of your nipples into his mouth as he was rolling the other one between his fingers. It was taking everything in you to stay quiet as your back arched up off of the mattress. His fingers moved on from playing with your nipple to insert two of them into you as he continued to suck on the other one.

Joe noticed that you were squirming and he took it as a sign that you were close and probably frustrated because he told you not to say anything.

“You close baby? I can tell.”

To answer him, you nodded your head as he added another finger making you gasp. His fingers were pumping in and out of you when he decided to replace his fingers with his tongue knowing that it was a matter of seconds before you would come undone in front of him.

“Shiiit!” You couldn’t help but to let out as your hands were directly to his hair to pull him closer to you.

At this point, your legs were wrapped around his neck as he began to suck on your clit making them shake the harder that he did.

“Baby…. I’m….” You started to say, but without warning a gush of liquid was now covering Joe’s face as he was still sucking on your clit making you squirm.

“That’s my good girl. Give me another one, baby. I know you can.”

You immediately shook your head no, but it was clear that Joe didn’t care since he went right back to sucking on your clit. After you squirted all over his face once more, he quickly crawled back up your body as he inserted himself into you.

His movements were more sloppy than before indicating that he was close as he put your legs onto his shoulders as you began to rub your clit.

You had reached your peak for the third time when you felt Joe slide out of you. Knowing what that meant, you immediately sat up and took him in your mouth as you tasted his cum hitting the back of your throat.

“That’s my pretty girl. You better swallow it and not waste a drop.”

Joe had now put your hair in a makeshift ponytail to get it out of the way since he remembered you one time promptly yelling at him when his cum had gotten in your hair after you had gotten it done just hours before.

Once you swallowed everything that didn’t leak out the side of your mouth, you promptly opened it to show Joe who then leaned down to place several kisses on your lips. Once you had laid back, Joe quickly followed suit with him laying on you as you held him tightly to your chest. It was quiet for a few minutes as both of you were trying to even your breathing when he finally spoke.

“We should have won.”

“I know.”

“And even though it wasn’t my fucking fault, I’m going to get the blame for it.”

“I know.”

“We’re 0 and 3 now and I don’t know what to fucking do.”

“The only thing you can do is to go out there and do your best. You played absolutely amazing tonight so this isn’t on you in the slightest even though people will put it on you anyway. I am still so proud of you and I’m always going to be proud of you.” You told him as you placed a kiss on top of his head.

“Proud of a loser boyfriend who can’t win an NFL game?”

“Joseph… talk about yourself like that again. I dare you. Just because you have a few setbacks doesn’t mean that it’s going to be like this forever. I will let you rant all you want tonight, but tomorrow I’m not having it. You are literally the highest paid quarterback in the NFL and you need to fucking act like it.”

“I... guess you’re right.”

“I know I'm right. It's only been three weeks. There's still time to turn this around for the better and I promise to be here through all of it. But did I perform my duties as your girlfriend to help you let your frustrations out?” You asked and he immediately smirked.

“You did more than help me through it, but I definitely didn't say that we were done.” He told you as he picked his head up off of your chest to look at you.

“Wait, what?”

“Switch places with me so you can ride me.”

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Yes, no, maybe so? – Sylus

P: Sylus x gender neutral reader | G: angst, hurt/comfort, drabble | Inc: nightmares, Sylus having nightmares, Sylus' pov, that night where MC shot him, a reversal au (kinda), implied work trips, a lot of hurt and some comfort as a treat, a much needed cuddle at the end | Wc: 1.15k | W: blood, nightmares, gun mention | R: G

Min's notes: Look I said I like giving the LIs angst, aight? And this idea's been rattling in my head for a good month now. Enjoy <3

Sylus isn’t sure how he ended up here. Between endless business meetings and clearing up loose ends, the hallways surrounding him should be familiar, be somewhere he’s more than used to. But they’re not. His already irregular heartbeat trembles, a cloying, uncomfortable blend of fear and trepidation clogging the back of his throat, forcing him to stay silent as each step brings him closer to his supposed destination. Where’s he even walking to? In all his years building a name for himself, what could possibly have him trembling like this?

And where’s y/n?

Y/n’s supposed to be coming back from their overseas mission tonight, their flight in particular tracked on his phone just so Sylus can be there on time to pick them up. It’s been several—three—torturous weeks without his beloved’s presence, phone calls and texts barely making up for the lack of a certain hunter at home and in his arms. Sure, Sylus could have coincidentally found himself there and kept an eye on y/n from a distance, but he’s already promised y/n that he’ll wait for them to arrive.

He's never broken a promise made to his beloved, and he doesn’t intend to start doing so now.

So lost in thought as he walks, that Sylus freezes the moment he hears laughter so familiar that it hurts. It tears him out of the confines of his mind, forces him to take in the scene facing him with growing horror. A growing horror as Sylus recognises what it is exactly that he’s looking at.

Y/n sits in a chair—no, a throne—regarding him with dangerously amused indifference, one of Sylus’ weapons resting precariously in their lap. Their smile is a precious thing, something Sylus covets for himself like the selfish dragon he once was. But not this. Not the cruel, calculating expression wearing his beloved’s face.

“What is all of this?” He asks, quiet against the ringing in his ears. “Sweetheart... what are you doing?”

Y/n doesn't answer him, doesn't grant Sylus anything more than the upturn of their lips and a short huff. Like they never even heard him, and whatever his beloved is reacting to has nothing to do with the words that spill out of his mouth. He wants to reach out, hold them close and ask, no, plead for them to stop entire charade. Instead, his body moves on its own, a puppet on strings he can’t see, slave to a force he can’t reason with.

Vitriol pours out of his mouth; accusations of murder Sylus knows to be false. False because y/n would never kill in cold blood. Where his hands are stained red frequently, he can count on one hand the amount of times y/n has willingly joined him in staining their hands with human blood.

So why? Why is he saying all of this?

He blinks again, and Sylus wants to be sick, hands shaking as he’s stood over y/n. Holding firearms usually comes so naturally, a comfortable weight on a normal day, but not this. Anything but this, where y/n wears his smirk, pulling him closer until his hulking form encompasses them on the chair. The barrel of the gun presses against their chest, and this time Sylus doesn’t stop himself from begging.

“Sweetheart, kitten, please,” he chokes out, pulling his hand away only for y/n to yank it right back. He’s sure he still has his Evol, nestled away in the depths of his shared soul, but it’s not listening to him. Not obeying his desire to stop this. “Don’t make me do this to you, anyone else but you.”

“Why? Do you need help?” Y/n coos, wrapping their hand around the gun and pressing Sylus’ finger on the trigger, teasing it the very same way he did months ago.

A mistake, it was a mistake. I misjudged, please, forgive me.

“Go on, shall I help you? Yes, no, maybe so?”

His words. Those were his words. Oh, Sylus really feels sick now. Understanding hits him in waves, drowning him in the truth of the current situation. How could he possibly forget? How dare he forget the way he first treated his beloved back then; still stuck in the delusion that they remembered the past the two of them shared? Everyday, he’s tried to make amends, apologise for his brutish desperation in the face of their reunion. And y/n, sweet, precious y/n, they’ve forgiven his sins time and time again.

But Sylus can’t forgive himself, not when his actions hurt the love of his life in ways he could never fathom. He feels it now, he assumes; the dread, fear, concealed fury that that threatens to burst the seams of self-control. All the emotions his beloved—

The gun goes off.

“No, no, no— shit, my love, no.” Sylus cries, flinging the weapon aside to who knows where in favour of stemming the flow of blood. There’s so much, spilling past his fingers and drenching their shirt. It fills his mouth, cloying in the back of his throat, drowning his senses. Desperation digs its claws into him like he’s never felt before, pushing at him to fix this, cursing Sylus for being able to stop all of this blood from spilling.

Y/n’s eyes have lost their glow, yet their voice echoes, a mockery of his failure. His futile attempt at trying to outrun fate.

“Sylus?

It hurts, twists and squeezes his heart until it cracks.

“Sylus, love? C’mon, please, you need to wake up.”

How can he wake up, when they won’t be there in his arms?

“Sy—”

Y/n’s eyes are warm as Sylus bolts upright, warm and concerned and not at all lifeless as they search his face. His chest heaves, too hesitant to check his hands for what Sylus is too scared to even think of. But he doesn’t need to, his beloved bringing his hands to their face, miraculously blood-free. It doesn’t make sense, he felt the gun go off, felt the blood seep through his fingers.

“Darling, I— I don’t understand…”

“It was a nightmare, Sy,” y/n answers, a soothing balm to the terror in his chest. “You’re here, with me, I promise. Whatever it was, it won’t hurt you.”

Sylus almost wants to refute their claims, make a case for why that particular nightmare will never truly leave him, but he says nothing. Instead, he basks in their embrace, pulling y/n flush against his chest so he can feel their heartbeat and breathing in their scent until it overpowers the blood he swears he can still taste on the back of his tongue.

“…feeling any better?” They ask, and Sylus’ heart grows more than he thought possible. God, they’re just so sweet.

“Now that I’m sure you’re in my arms, I am.” As long as y/n’s with him, no matter where the two of them are, Sylus’ heat will always be whole. “Thank you for comforting me, my heart.”

“Anytime.”

[dtchloedecker]

closed starter for @lucifermorningstxr

Chloe was so angry, she could barely see straight, so she wound up pacing agitatedly. Lucifer was sitting at her desk and Eve had chosen that moment to give him a head massage. Chloe fought the urge to vomit. Did Eve HAVE to do that NOW?

Even though Lucifer said he still wanted to be partners, Chloe couldn't help feeling like he was going out of his way to punish her. He came in every day constantly talking about his sexcapades with Eve. If he wanted to torture Chloe it was working. But, she never said anything because she definitely deserved it. She had betrayed him, screwing up any chance she had with him.  Of course she snapped a LITTLE bit when he when he showed up at a crime scene wearing "orgy pants," but it actually seemed like he felt bad for upsetting her. For the past two days, it seemed like things were going back to normal between them.

But, today, Lucifer was in rare form. He showed up at the crime scene with Eve who wanted to learn about "catching bad guys." When Chloe told Lucifer that it wasn't okay, he threatened that he and Eve would just go after the killer on their own, so she agreed to let Eve join them just for this one case and immediately regretted it.

The first woman was loud and shrill and very hyperactive. In fact, Lucifer was practically chasing her around the bullpen like a father who brought his three-year-old daughter to work. She constantly talked about how she wanted to see Lucifer beat up the suspects. In fact, when they went to question Pony Boy and he asked for his lawyer, Eve told Lucifer to "torture the truth out of him until his lawyer shows up" and then proceeded to heavily make out with him as Chloe was arresting Pony Boy.

Things got worse when the three of them went to see Jacob Tiernan, Julian's father. Lucifer accused him of being worse than his son and Eve had to chime in calling him a true monster. Then, Lucifer had the audacity to ORDER Chloe to leave the room so he could punish Tiernan then started to bend a metal chair like a pipe cleaner. Chloe stood on his right, telling him to stop while Eve on his left encouraged him. Chloe was lucky that she was the one who got through to him and they left.

"Tiernan killed Sam, but we have no proof!" she ranted when they got back to the precinct. "So, Tiernan is gonna double his legal defense now that you’ve hulked out in his office."

She chose ignore Lucifer's response because she knew it would piss her off even further.

"What about this other guy? Pony Boy?" Eve chimed in. "Pony Boy already posted bail," Chloe answered. "So, you're saying we don't get to punish anybody?" Eve whined and then to Lucifer, "Honey, you promised."

Whatever patience with Little Miss Clueless that Chloe was holding on to slipped away from her. "THAT'S. NOT. HOW. WE. DO. THINGS. HERE. EVE!" Chloe yelled, slapping the back of one hand into the palm of the other on every word. "Please, remind me, why are you even here?!"

"I wanna help punish the bad guys," Eve pouted. Actually POUTED.

"Well, you've done NOTHING to help!" Chloe raged. "You've actually made things worse for the case! Pony Boy was supposed to remanded without bail, but thanks to your little comment about torturing the truth out of him, his lawyer was able to use that as an argument to post bail. He said that the LAPD was trying to coerce a confession out of him."

"Well, that's not good," Eve said. Then her eyes widened and she broke out into a huge grin. "We should punish the lawyer!"

"It's not your place to punish ANYONE, Eve!" Chloe didn't think it was possible to get any angrier. "Just because you're boning the devil doesn't make you a punisher! So, do me a favor and SHUT THE FUCK UP!" And before Lucifer could even open his mouth, Chloe held up her hand to him to stop him. "Don't, Lucifer! Not after you ORDERED me to leave the room like I'm your subordinate!"

Chloe couldn't stay in here anymore. She needed to be away from the two of them. "I need air," she said, not bothering to wait for them to answer her. She didn't bother waiting for the elevator. She just went up the stairs one level to the car park and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down as she stepped outside.

[bambikisss]

To make an album: K. HongJoong

(Bambi's ver!) Producer bf HJ X Famous singer reader

'To make an album, you need three things: a studio, a mic, and a damn good producer'

📙: You have been on the rise since your debut album almost 4 years ago. Now, your millions of fans are demanding a full album from you and the company is on you about finishing it before the deadline, giving you one big choice: who will produce your album?

⚠ : Unprotected sex (always wrap it up and keep it safe), Mentions of past poor producers, Sex in the studio, Multiple rounds, recording sex, car sex, use of handcuffs (reader), L bomb, use of mirror, Spanking, HJ calls reader names (baby girl, slut, puppy, baby), Slight Dumbification, slight degradation, pussy obsessed HJ, basically smut with barely plot, Producer HJ (whole warning)

🎶: Mushroom Chocolate - Quin ft 6lack, Lil Freak - Usher, Take Me -Miso, Gorilla - Bruno Mars

Bambi's notes: SO what happened was that I got carried away because producer HJ is a version of him I will NEVER get over lol. Smut with semi plot, not really.

TAGLIST: @teez-the-time @yawnzshit @sugarnspice630 @sarah-55213 @certifiedmoa @scarfac3 @woohwababes @doritochoi @wisejudgedragonhairdo @yourfatherlucifer

ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY | REBLOGS + COMMENTS APPRECIATED | buy me a coffee?

'Y/N L/N is set to release her long awaited full album in two months. Fans have been waiting for a full album from her since her debut almost 4 years ago. What kind of sound do you think she'll go for? Please let us know via social media at-'

"Alexa, turn this off." You ran your hands through your hair as you walked through your large apartment, your feet padding against the floor as you entered the kitchen. It was far too early to hear anyone talk about you, even if it was positive.

You raised to the tips of your toes as you grabbed your coffee bag from the cabinet, the dim morning light lighting the kitchen for you as you began to make your morning coffee. You had a long day in the studio ahead of you and knew you couldn't get by without any sort of caffeine.

You were at the top of your career after debuting 4 years ago. You had gained millions of fans and had put out award-winning singles and mini-albums. You even went on a sold-out tour a couple of months back.

However, while you were more than content with your singles and mini-albums, your fans had been getting vocal about wanting a full album from you, just like when you first came onto the music scene. You had put it off for as long as you could, not finding the process of making the full album interesting enough to hold your full attention. Plus, the producer who produced your debut album was an asshole, which made you unwilling to make another one. But, the company was now placing their foots down, not releasing any more of your music until you presented them with a full album.

You jumped lightly as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back to rest against his chest. You relaxed at the feeling of his lips pressed against your cheek, a small hum leaving his lips as you rubbed his arms. You tilted your head back to admire the man who held you close, his dark brown hair still a mess from sleep. His eyes scanned your face as if you were a piece of art, the corners of his lips curling up as you smiled back at him. It felt like such a sweet moment between you and him, forgetting all about your problems.

"Did you make enough coffee for the two of us?" HongJoong's deep, sleep-laced voice made your smile grow as you loved how he sounded when he just woke up. You nodded, leaning forward to check the pot before turning around in his arms to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed a sweet kiss onto your forehead, his hands resting on your hips as he did so. "Good. How's the last 4 tracks of your album coming along?"

You frowned as he mentioned your album, placing a kiss on his lips as you tried to shut him up about it. It was bad enough that all the fans and the company were constantly asking you about it, you didn't want your boyfriend to ask you about it too, especially before your coffee.

HongJoong only chuckled at your attempt to silence him, pulling back to look down at you with knowing eyes. He knew you'd rather forget about it, but he wanted to help, especially since the company had their eyes on you. "Baby, you can't just kiss me whenever you want to shut me up, you know?" He laughed.

"I wasn't trying to shut you up, but I don't wanna talk about the album right now, baby." You smiled, moving to lean against the counter as HongJoong moved to grab you and him a mug for the coffee. He chuckled again, filling your mug with caffeine before sliding it over to you, a smile on his lips as he said "But we should talk about it, especially with that deadline you have coming up."

You took a sip of your coffee as he returned to stand in front of you, leaning against the opposite counter with a comforting smile. HongJoong knew about your past producer who treated you poorly when you were putting out your debut album. He had met you right afterward, so he understood when you didn't want anything to do with him unless it had to do with music. But, as time went on, you and him grew closer. Now you two had been dating for 2 years.

"Y/N, baby." HongJoong tilted his head to meet your gaze, offering you a comforting smile as he took a sip of his coffee before standing back up straight. Only when he is sure that he has your full attention does he ask "Did you find a producer yet?"

You hadn't. You had been writing and recording demos all by yourself, choosing to put off picking a producer till the very last second. You didn't know any other producers you trusted with a project like this. You shook your head, meeting your boyfriend's eyes over your coffee cup as you said "I'll probably just take whoever the company assigns to me to produce this."

To your surprise, HongJoong's eyes lit up at your words before he said "Well, let me produce it."

You narrowed your eyes over the mug of coffee at your boyfriend, trying to see what he meant by that. At your sharp and questioning gaze, he placed his mug down on the counter before saying "I'll produce your album." You and HongJoong had only worked on two other songs together, those two songs doing well on the charts and even winning awards. However, you wanted to keep your relationship and your music separate, but HongJoong wasn't having that. He placed his hands on your waist, a small pout on his lips as he asked "do you not have faith in me and my skills? I know what it takes to make a good album, you know."

"What do you need, HongJoong?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as your boyfriend smirked, his hands moving to your thigh, his fingers playing with the edge of the large t-shirt you slipped on after your many rounds with him last night. His fingers slowly dragged up the sides of your thighs, small goosebumps being left in his wake as it moved underneath your shirt, cupping your ass as he spoke with confidence ''To make an album, you need three things: a studio, a mic, and a damn good producer''

You were no longer paying attention to his words, his lips grazing yours as he placed a small kiss onto the corners of your lips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he pressed his chest against your folded arms. HongJoong lips dragged against your cheek to your ear, his hands moving up the small of your back as he spoke into your ear "plus, think of all the fun things we can do in the studio. I know you like riding me while I produce"

You bit your lip at the memory of you riding him in his studio while he tried to focus on producing: you had been missing him while on tour and was on break for a week when the company asked him to produce a song for Yunho. You had been begging him to just take an hour's break and come home to fuck you, but he was very insistent on finishing the song that night. He responded to your needy texts with a simple "If you want me that badly, you better come and get it."

"You were so wet for me, babe" You shivered as he placed a kiss onto your neck, his hands now moving back down to your ass, his finger dipping underneath the panty fabric to tease you before he whispered again "I remember that I had to cover your mouth while I bent you over my keyboard because you were so goddam loud, moaning and whining like a bitch in heat."

"HongJoong" you whispered, the desire in the air making you forget what the conversation was even about. You closed your eyes as your panties snapped back against you, his hands soon moving to grab the sides, teasing you by pulling them down slightly before snapping the fabric back against you. HongJoong smirked at the sight in front of him, his cock pressing against his thin boxers as he repeated his process a few more times till your hands were gripping the countertops. He had you right where he wanted you.

You closed your eyes as he leaned in close to your lips, hoping he would take mercy on you and just kiss you. You were soon filled with disappointment as his hands left your body, opening your eyes to see his proud orbs. He placed one of his hands underneath your jaw, making sure you kept your eyes on him as he said "just think about it, baby."

You sighed silently as he let go of your chin, grabbing his coffee cup before walking away to begin getting ready for his day. You took a deep breath, hoping to calm down as you looked outside your apartment windows. You pressed your legs together as you felt your wetness pool in your panties, your boyfriend's touch having lingering effects on you.

You thought about ambushing him while he showered, but your phone buzzed with a text from your manager, letting you know that she was on her way to pick you up and take you to the company so you could work on your album. You bit your lip, realizing that you had an hour to go get ready.

Today was going to be a long day.

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"No, he called me a bitch for not wanting too much autotune in my songs"

Your manager ran a hand through her hair as you denied another producer, sitting across from you in the meeting room at your company. She had a whole stack of worthy candidates to produce the album that you had worked with in the past, but you turned them all down. You had bad experiences with all of them that you didn't want to think about when you were working on an anticipated album.

Your manager called for a break so she could find another list of possible producers, sighing as you shot out of your seat and made your way to the doors. She called out to you before you could leave, a motherly look on her face as she said "Y/N, you have to let someone produce this album. You can't keep putting this off."

You nodded, walking out of the room silently. She was right, you couldn't keep putting it off, but you didn't want just anybody touching your tracks.

You ran your hands through your hair as you walked through the long hallway, looking for a practice room for you to record another song you had written. Maybe you could release an album full of demos?

Before you could enter the room, your eyes fell onto your boyfriend's studio down the hall. His door was covered in stickers that his visitors had placed there when they worked with him. The familiar feeling from this morning returned as you made your way to his studio, hoping to just get a glimpse of your boyfriend. You carefully opened his office to see him working on a track, his headphones snug on his head.

You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend producing, bouncing his head to the beat of the music while his fingers added to it. He was in his element and you found it incredibly sexy. You bit your lip as you closed the door behind you, making your way to him carefully as he continued to produce, not noticing you till you placed your hands onto his shoulders. His eyes glanced over at your manicured nails, smirking when he realized it was you.

He let your hands drag up his shoulders and neck, carefully taking off his headphones as he saved the track, knowing that he wouldn't be getting back to it for a while. He turned his chair around, looking up at you as you moved to his lap, both of you sighing as your warm, clothed pussy pressed against his clothed cock. He watched as you began to grind down against it, craving any sort of friction you could get. He gently grabbed your hips, helping you as he placed kisses along your neck.

"Did you think about what I said this morning?" He hummed against your neck, his tongue peaking out to lick your sweet spot, making you purr out "Hmm, what did you say this morning."

Your words were met with a bite from him, tsking as he pulled back to look at you, his hips meeting yours as you both ground against each other on his chair. "Don't tell me you didn't pay attention to me, baby. Or, were you distracted by something?" He played with you as he looked up at you, chuckling at your already fucked out looking state. He gently patted your cheek, licking his lips as he asked "Were you distracted, baby?"

At your nod, he let out a soft "aww," his voice laced with faux care as he unbuttoned your jeans, leaning down to place a kiss on your stomach as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. "I'm sorry baby, I'll make sure not to touch you when I'm talking to you"

You knew he wasn't really sorry, your hands running through his hair as his hands slid into the back of your jeans, pushing them down as much as he could. HongJoong loved it when you got distracted by his touch, loving the sight of you trying to remember what he was talking about while he picked you up from his lap, smirking at the wet patch that was on his own jeans.

"I was talking to you about me producing your album, baby," he said, unbuttoning his jeans as you took off your jeans and shirt, now standing before him in nothing but a thin thong and bra. You let out a playful "Oh? Were we really?" as you turned around, bending over as you pulled down your panties. You made a show out of it, smirking when you heard your boyfriend's breath hitch. You bit your lip as his hands made contact with your ass, his hands massaging the globes of your ass before he stood behind you, his cock slipping in between your thighs, making you moan softly.

"Yes, we were talking about me producing it. You need to learn to focus, babe." He hummed, pressing a kiss to the bottom of your neck while his hands moved up your sides slowly to your hair, his fingers making a ponytail out of your hair. Once he was satisfied, he kicked your legs apart further, making you lean forward to place your hands onto the couch he had in his studio as he spit down onto his cock, his spit coating the head of his thick cock before slowly pushing into you.

"Oooh, that's it baby" he groaned deeply, closing his eyes as your wet pussy welcomed him back in warmly. HongJoong couldn't get enough of your pussy, always wanting to be balls deep in you whenever he could be, even if you two of you weren't fucking. He swore he felt his brain turn off as he began to fuck you, his eyes shut tightly as fucked you. You gripped the couch as he fucked you, his cock stretching you out perfectly as you moaned into the couch. At the sound of your muffled moans, he pulled on your hair, tugging you so your back was arched, your head no longer on the couch as he drilled his cock into you.

You tried to keep quiet as he praised you through your moans, even lifting one of his legs to the couch so he could drill his cock deeper into you at an angle. He had you seeing stars in no time, panting out his name and moaning as he fucked you.

HongJoong soon pulled out of you, making you whine at the loss of his cock and back your ass up to where you thought he was. You were met with a hard spank to your ass, making you moan as your boyfriend dropped to his knees behind you, kissing your puffy pussy before whispering "hush baby, lemme taste you, then you can ride my cock till I fill you up."

You moaned at the thought, your moans only growing as HongJoong's tongue licked your pussy, flattening his tongue against you before sucking on your lips. You reached behind you to grab his hair, pulling him closer to your pussy as his hands gripped the flesh of your ass, spreading you for him to eat you.

One of the things you loved about him was how loud HongJoong got when he ate you out: you could vividly hear every time he sucked, licked, and spat back into your pussy. You bit your lip as he moaned lewdly into your pussy, his secret desires and your praises being moaned into your wet pussy, the vibrations making you shake. After one long lick, he pulled back, helping you to stand up (more like he held you while you leaned against his body) before leading you to his chair, sitting down on it before he pulled you down onto his lap.

You instantly knew what to do, sinking down on his cock with a pleasure-filled sigh. You began to grind down as his hands returned to your hips, guiding your hips to spell whatever he wanted. "You still haven't answered me, princess, come on." Your eyes snapped to meet his dark ones, your bottom lip quivering as you tried to remember what the hell he was talking about.

HongJoong tsked at your fuzzy memory, shaking his head before saying "I know you're in heat, baby, but you should at least be able to remember what I just said. Don't tell me my cock is stopping you from thinking." He leaned forward, biting your shaking bottom lip as he began to fuck up into you, pulling back as you moaned loudly, tossing your head back as he clicked his tongue. He suddenly stopped, smirking when you began to whine and try to move again, his grip on your hips tightening, warning you. "Look at me, baby, meet my eyes."

You did as you were told, his head falling back against the head of his chair as he opened his legs a little wider to make it more comfortable and to firmly plant his feet against the floor. "Tell me, baby, what were we talking about?"

Your brain once more short-circuited as his thumb began to rub small circles on your clit as your thought, your boyfriend's lips soon wrapping around your nipple as you stumbled out "You producing my album?"

"There we go, baby" HongJoong praised, helping you resume riding him as he fucked up into you. He watched as your face contorted to show pleasure, your head now tossed back as you eagerly rode his cock, making him moan. "That's my smart baby, huh? She may be a slut in heat, but she knows what's important, right?"

"Yes, yes" you moaned, HongJoong lips returning to your nipple with a soft "good girl." You let his words motivate you to move faster, no longer even registering that you were in his studio in the company with an album that was due soon. Nothing else mattered when he fucked you so well.

"Hmm, so what about what I said this morning, baby? Are you going to make the right decision and let me produce your album?" He hummed against your breasts as he moved faster, watching as you bounced faster to match him. He could tell you were about to cum and that he was getting close too, his own moans growing to match yours. It made him glad he soundproofed his studio that morning.

You nodded at his words, desperate to agree to whatever he wanted so you could cum, his lips crashing into yours as you both came. You held him close as you both kissed, your tongues locking in the kiss as you both ground against each other, both of your cum mixing and leaking out of you onto his cock, balls, and even a bit on the chair. Once you both had calmed down, you placed your head onto his shoulder as you took a deep breath, your eyes closed as HongJoong turned the chair around to face his setup, his hands running through your hair as he whispered "Whenever you're ready, baby, we can get started recording the tracks. We got an album to make."

Yes, the two of you did.

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"Looks like you found your main producer, huh?"

You smiled as you held your glass of champagne, turning to look at your boyfriend. HongJoong was across the party with his own glass of champagne, his custom-fitted dark purple velvet suit against his body while his freshly bleached hair was styled perfectly. He was talking to someone else, but with the feeling of your eyes on him, he suddenly made eye contact with him.

Throughout the whole album-producing process with him, you both had not been able to keep each other's hands off each other, fucking multiple times all around his studio.

"Yes, I did." Your eyes drank in the way HongJoong leaned against the wall, his eyes doing the same as walked around that night. HongJoong couldn't wait till the two of you got home, excited to rip off your short, dark purple dress that hugged your body perfectly. His eyes moved up your legs and thighs, his body heating up knowing what was between your thighs. He felt like he could pounce on you at any minute, not caring if everyone watched as he fucked you on the table. In fact, that was on his bucket list.

"Baby?" You turned around to see HongJoong now behind you, his lips still puffy from the make-out session you two had in the hallway 30 minutes ago. "I think it's time we go, Y/N. The party is winding down and I have another surprise for you at the apartment." A surprised "Oh really?" left your lips at his words, not expecting him to have a surprise for you waiting at the house. Before you could try and ask for hints, HongJoong's hand interlocked with yours, pulling you from the party. You tried your best to keep up with his fast walk as he walked outside, unlocking the car you and he shared before he opened the back door. You looked at it with confusion, HongJoong's only response being "Get in the backseat, baby. It'll all make sense later."

You sat in the backseat as he climbed in the front seat, the car ride silent as he sped home. You bit your lip as your eyes fell on your boyfriend's hands as they gripped the steering wheel, his veins popping out from how tightly he was holding it. Your eyes moved from his hands up his body, noticing how fast his chest was rising and falling. Your eyes soon looked into the rearview mirror, meeting HongJoong's hard gaze. You hadn't noticed that he was looking at you throughout the car ride, biting your lip as you spread your legs, giving the mirror and your boyfriend a perfect view of your soaked panties.

When HongJoong glanced into the mirror once again and saw your new position, he swore he almost pulled over right then and there. He smirked, glad to see that you were just as horny as he was for you. He reached back to touch your knee as his other hand stayed on the wheel. His eyes never left the road, but his voice let you know that he was still watching you.

"Why don't you run a pretty finger up your panties for me, baby? Tell me how wet you are for me" You did as you were told, dragging your fingers up your clothed pussy, shivering at how your panties stuck to you. "You're so wet, aren't you baby? Just a few more minutes, then we'll be back home. I'll take good care of you, I promise, just keep yourself wet for me."

You nodded, feeling a jolt of excitement rush through you at what was about to happen.

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"Joong, please" You closed your eyes as HongJoong ripped open the door to the car, his knees meeting the floor of the car in an instant at the sound of your voice. HongJoong has made you touch yourself over your panties constantly, not letting you give yourself any relief. He parked in a spot in the parking garage that was hidden from everyone else and from the security camera, making sure that no one could interrupt you two. He closed the doors behind him as he cooed at you, promising to ease your pussy's ache as he placed kisses along your inner thighs, moving closer to you.

He soon hooked his fingers into your ruined panties, tugging down the fabric. He had to pause when he saw a string of your arousal connect with the panties, making him look away to ensure that he didn't cum in his pants. He wanted you to have all of his cum, not wanting to waste a drop.

He finished removing your panties, placing the fabric into his pocket before he took in a shaky breath; it wasn't out of nerves, but to control himself. He spread your legs as wide as they could go, biting his lip at the view of your spread pussy. "Such a wet and naughty pussy. Did you want me as much as I wanted it, baby?" You nodded as he leaned in, licking a long, slow stripe up your pussy. Both of your loud moans mixed in the car as he repeated his motion, slurping up any more wetness that leaked from you with urgency.

HongJoong soon sped up, his licks moving faster as he pushed a finger into you, curling it as his tongue played with your clit. He loved watching how you rode his tongue and fingers when he ate you out, wanting more of him as he drowned in your pussy. He licked up his wrist, catching more juices before his tongue replaced his fingers, making your hands rush into his blonde hair, your back arching against the car seat as you came and squirted. HongJoong moaned loudly, cussing as he cleaned you up. You lay limp against the seat as he finally pulled back from your pussy, moving up the seat to stand in front of you.

"Talk to me, baby. Let me know you're still here with me" he cupped your face as he spoke, his thumbs rubbing along your cheeks as he waited for you to come down. When you finally nodded, he smiled before pressing a small kiss to your forehead. "There you are, baby. You came so much for me."

You smiled at his praise, reaching for his cock that was now pressing against his velvet pants, HongJoong's hand gently grasping your wrist to stop you. "Not right now, baby, not in here. Lemme move the car closer to the elevator and take you up to the apartment." You pouted as he got out of the car to move to the front seat, meeting your eyes in the mirror as he said "trust me, baby."

You trusted him as he moved the car to park in front of one of the elevators before helping you inside. When you both finally made it inside the apartment, you had to pause at the doorway.

The apartment was decorated with tons of flowers and heart balloons, led candles were lit all around the place. It looked so romantic. You turned to HongJoong as he locked the front door and removed his shoes, an obvious smile on his face as he walked past you. "Did you do all of this, Joong?" You followed him into the living room, smiling as he finally faced you with a smile on his face. "Of course I did. My girlfriend put out an album despite not choosing me two weeks before it was due" You rolled your eyes playfully as he pulled you close to him, smiling as he placed a kiss on your cheek. "But, I did this to show how proud of you I am, Y/N. I mean that."

You smiled as he kissed you again, the kiss this time sweet as you cupped the back of his neck as he began to lead you down the hallway, stumbling with you into walls. When you both finally reached the bedroom, the kiss had intensified to the point where your tongues were caressing each other. HongJoong pressed you roughly against the door, his hands moving around your body before he ripped down the front of your dress, shoving his face in between your tits as he picked you up. You moaned his name as he carried you to the bed, laying you down on it with ease before he pulled back, standing up.

For the first time that evening, you saw HongJoong's desire in his eyes fully. He looked at you as he began to unbutton his suit, commanding you to watch when you tried to move closer. His eyes drunk in your sprawled-out body on the bed before he removed his jacket, making his way into the closet that was adjacent to the bed. You kicked your heels off as you watched HongJoong toss the velvet jacket onto the floor carelessly before he roughly separated some hanging clothes. He leaned into the clearing he made before he took out a dark blue box that was covered in stickers and had a ribbon on it.

That dark blue box was your and HongJoong's sex box. HongJoong called it 'Joong's box', a play on Pandora's box. Inside the box contained anything either one of you had bought to use during sex, having decorated the box so if anyone saw it, they wouldn't think anything of it.

When HongJoong turned to exit the closet, the two of you made eye contact for a brief moment, and you felt your body shiver. He looked so far gone, not even recognizing the depth of desire he had for you. He gently removed the ribbon as he approached the bed, his thumb flicking off the top of the box as he stood in front of you. He smirked as he looked through the box, picking what he wanted to use on you tonight before he placed the box down onto the nightstand.

He moved you to your knees, allowing your hands to run up and down the fabric of his pants before you began to unbutton his pants, eager to get a taste of him as he fiddled with the box. As you pushed his pants down his thighs, your eyes zeroed in on his cock as HongJoong soon pulled out something from the box, placing them on the bed before he moved to grab the box top. You took the opportunity while he put the box back to see what he took out, moaning softly at what he picked out.

Sitting on the bed next to you was a black cannon camera and a pair of fuzzy red handcuffs. You bit your lip as he returned, picking up the camera to inspect it. "I think there's enough memory in here for tonight, don't you baby? I mean, we are celebrating."

You watched as he positioned the camera on the nightstand to get the perfect angle of you and him before pressing record, leaning down to give you also a sweet kiss. His lips gently rolled with yours as he kissed you, taking all the air from your lungs as he held the back of your neck, keeping you in the kiss. His hands slowly moved down the back of your dress, dragging the zipper down with him as he did so. "Are you going to be good tonight, Y/N? Say it loud enough for the camera to hear, baby girl."

"I'll be good for you, HongJoong. I'll always be good for you" you moaned as he bit your bottom lip, a proud smirk on his lips as he pulled back. "Of course you'll be good for me, baby. That's all a dumb puppy in heat like you wants, huh? Just my cock pleasing you?" HongJoong watched as you nodded, pushing down his boxers with a proud smile lacing his lips.

"Yeah? Come get your cock then, baby. I know you've been craving it since we got home." You rushed to give his cock a few pumps as your tongue dragged along his tip, gathering his precum on your tongue as he leaned over to grab the camera, holding it in one hand as another hand went into your hair, pushing you down onto his cock. You and HongJoong closed your eyes as you began to bob your head, your hand pumping what you couldn't take as he tossed his head back, offering you praise through his moans. When you couldn't meet his eyes, you looked into the camera, doing whatever it took to hear him curse and moan your name.

HongJoong tossed his forward, forcing himself to watch as you bobbed your head on his cock. He then leaned over to place the camera back on the nightstand before the hand that was in your hair pulled you off his cock, some of your saliva mixed with his precum dropping from your lips as he tilted your head back. He smirked at the sight before leaning beside you, grabbing the handcuffs while you pressed kisses to the side of his face, desperate for him.

"Place your hands behind you, baby." You did as you were told, looking up at him as he handcuffed your hands behind you, stopping you from being able to feel him. You whined softly, about to complain when you felt a sharp sting on your ass, the spank echoing in the room as HongJoong hissed "Shut it."

You nodded as he eased you down on the bed so your head was hanging off the edge while the rest of your body rested on the bed, his hands moving to knee your breasts as he positioned his cock at your mouth. "You shouldn't need your hands to take my cock baby. No, baby girl, you're a pro." He moaned as he pushed into your mouth, gripping your breasts as he began to fuck your throat. You gurgled around his cock as he used your mouth, your hands gripping the sheets as he continued to speak.

"No, my baby is a slut. My baby knows how to take some cock, especially when it's mine. You even made a whole song about sex with me, didn't you?" HongJoong asked, his voice now deeper than usual as he pulled out of your mouth, looking down at you with dark eyes.

Near the end of producing your album, you had chosen to get inspiration from your many nights in the studio with your boyfriend and write a bonus track. When HongJoong heard it, he fucked you all around the studio in one night. To say HongJoong liked it was an understatement.

You nodded as he turned you over onto your stomach, cupping your jaw as he fed his cock into your mouth, resuming his rough pace as he moaned. "Wrote a whole song surrounding getting me cock, didn't you, baby? Fuck, and when everyone hears it, they're going to wonder who you're singing about, not knowing that you were on your producer's cock while you sang about riding it."

You couldn't help but moan louder at his words, grinding down against the bed for comfort. With the sight of you grinding against the bed, your moans, and his own words working him up, HongJoong pulled out to cum all over your lips and chin with a loud moan of your name. You gently licked your lips as HongJoong calmed down, his still hard cock pressing against his stomach as he finally opened his eyes to look at you. He smiled at the sight before his thumb moved along your lips, cleaning you off before he grabbed a towel, wiping off your face fully.

HongJoong uncuffed you before he got on the bed next to you, his hands helping you move to your back as he slowly pushed into you. You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist as he leaned down to place his elbows onto either side of your head as he met your eyes. His eyes we not as dark as before, but softer as he slowly moved his hips. His hands soon intertwined with yours as he began to rock his hips to meet yours, placing small kisses around your face. "I know you're tired baby, just one more for me, ok? God, you're so perfect."

"One more" you purred against his lips, making him moan at your true fucked out state. He nodded, moaning against your lips "yeah, one more for me, baby. Fuck, I love you."

You felt your heart swell at his words, whispering that you loved him too as you both got lost in each other. HongJoong pressed his forehead against yours as he moved, pressing small kisses to your nose whenever he could before he moved to stuff his face into your neck. He felt his body heat up as he felt his climax approached, his breath now short as he let out a broken moan of your name as if he was calling out to you.

"Y/N...baby, I'm so close for you, I love you so goddam much" he moaned, moving to see your face as he moved faster, wanting to watch you fall apart. "Say my name, baby. Say my name while you cum for me. Let everyone know who you love"

"HongJoong," Your eyes rolled back as you came, your name leaving HongJoong's lips as he came with you, his hands slipping from yours to hold your face in a deep kiss as he shook. You wrapped your arms around him as you both rolled over onto your sides, the kiss slowing down to simple pecks. You both panted against each other's lips, holding each other as you both slowly came down.

HongJoong was the first one to move, standing up to go grab a towel before returning to you with shaky legs, both of you laughing when he fell onto the bed. He gently cleaned you up, whispering more praises to you and your pussy before he pulled you to his chest, rubbing your sides.

"So, you love me, huh?" Your question made your boyfriend of two years blush before turning away, making your smile grow. You moved to place your hands onto his shoulder, making him face you once more before you said "I love you, HongJoong. I wrote a whole damn album about you, so don't be the one getting embarrassed"

Your words made HongJoong smile and laugh, nodding before pulling your back down into his embrace, smiling at you snuggle into him. "How do you think your album is doing on the charts right now?" He asked, grunting as he stood up with you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. You hummed against his shoulder, shrugging as he placed you on the toilet before going to turn on the shower.

HongJoong handed you your phone as he went into the bedroom, letting you check while he gathered shower stuff. When he returned, you had a bright smile on your face. "Number one everywhere and trending. Everyone is complimenting me and the producer."

Your words make your boyfriend laugh, placing the towels, lotion, and clothes onto the bathroom sink before he aimed the black camera to face the shower, making you smirk. "Why'd you bring the camera in here, baby?"

HongJoong smirked as he helped you to your feet, walking back into the shower with you as he said "I'm help you get inspiration for your next album. That's what a good producer does, baby. And, you're lucky, because you have one of the best helping you. Now, make sure you're loud enough for the camera baby, this all might be useful for another secret track."

Bambikisss | 2024

[goldenrulemotherfucker]

Ghoulcy: Why?

Okay, I've had this in my drafts for ages and I'm going to use the show's first anniversary as an excuse to hit post. (Important disclaimer that I'm just one person who enjoys this ship. Whatever appeals to you about ghoulcy and their dynamic is good and valid and worthy of exploration even if it's completely different from me!)

In my first watch, I immediately clocked this as the breakout ship for this show. She's a sunshine nerd with a lot of courage; he's a broody loner with a complicated past and a fucked up face. (Can I make it anymore obvious?) They have that ETL potential that is ship kryptonite for so many people, plus a lot of shared screentime thanks to a hostile forced proximity scenario followed by a profound act of kindness. When I hit the finger-sewing scene, where we see that Cooper will literally have a piece of Lucy attached to him him at all times, I laughed out loud. I wasn't actively on board yet, but I knew there was no way this ship wouldn't catch on like wildfire. Truly, if you watched this entire show and you've been active in fandoms for at least a few years, I genuinely don't know how ghoulcy's popularity could possibly come as a surprise at all.

So, there I was on my couch thinking, "oh yeah people are FOR SURE going to want them to take the F train to Pound Town," but that was still in third person since I was naively referring to other people who weren't me. ETL isn't typically my own weakness, so I thought I was safe. I loved all three main characters, but I wasn't feeling super shippy about anyone, just impressed by the show and performances and curious to see what unfolded.

Then I watched ✨ the finale. ✨

For me, Lucy and Cooper's final scene is the hook that makes them not just ship-worthy but brain-melting. Four eps earlier, the moment where she shows him kindness (and saves his life) by giving him the chem vials is a great scene on its own, but the show gives us an even better payoff: Cooper invites her to travel with him by choice this time, warning her that she's in danger and offering to help her find the answers she's seeking. And, fully of her own free will, Lucy does follow him. This could have easily gone differently! Lucy could have looked at him and said "I'm not going anywhere with you" and escaped in another direction. But after his final question, "You comin'?" (which is delivered with the soft earnestness an actor might also use for lines like "I'm sorry" and/or "Please"), she weighs her options and goes with him. This is, inherently, an act of trust for both of them, which is a brand new element for these two. Safe to say I wasn't laughing anymore. Ahem.

Oh, and it also turns out there are roughly 60493 parallels between these two that you only fully catch on rewatches, not to mention tons of foreshadowing, and suddenly their unlikely alliance starts to feel A LOT like fate, which............IS my kyrptonite. ❤️‍🔥

[justhereforthemeta]

Romantic expectations and the story we didn't see: A magic trick hiding in plain sight

Here's a hopeful meta for all my fellow celestial brainrot sufferers out there. Cheers! :)

This idea started as a dead end, trying to track the movements of Crowley’s sideburns/tattoo because I thought time travel shenanigans were afoot. I had to abandon that theory when it was pointed out that David was simultaneously filming as the sideburns-having Fourteenth Doctor, and in-universe Crowley can do whatever he wants with his facial hair whenever he feels like it. But hey - null findings are still findings!

On the bright side, pausing the show to make notations in a spreadsheet forced me to slow down and notice other changes I'd overlooked the first time around: acting choices, costuming choices, references to book lore. And possibly a few surreptitious flicks of the wrist, in places where we’re meant to be focused on the magician’s other hand.

@amuseoffyre and @ineffablefood had a great exchange recently about romance and “the significance of misdirection and three-in-one (magic) tricks” throughout the show. I suspect Neil has done something brilliant with the audience’s long-standing expectations (since the 1990s, really) for the love story between Crowley and Aziraphale to develop. And while it is a wonderful story indeed, playing to this expectation lets Neil distract his audience from the blink-and-you'll-miss-them seeds he's planting for the final chapter.

Continued below the cut...

Let’s start at the beginning of Episode 2. First, context: In the previous installment, Crowley stormed out of the bookshop, was whisked away to Hell by Beelzebub where he learns about the Book of Life threat to Aziraphale’s existence, then returned to the bookshop to dance a little apology dance and hide Gabriel with an unintentionally massive joint miracle. In S2E2, we and Shax catch up with Crowley as he's snoozing in the Bentley.

Shax: “You’re in trouble”

A. J. Crowley, cool as a cucumber: “Obviously. Former demon, hated by Heaven, loathed by Hell. How will our hero cope?”

Interesting! Sarcastic? Yes, absolutely; but that’s also a good 4500 years and an averted apocalypse away from “I’m a demon. I lie,” wouldn’t you say? Someone is sounding a whole lot less depressed and aimless and navel-gazey (do snakes have navels?), and a whole lot more like he’s got a project to focus on, since his "what's the point?" ruminations on the park bench in E1.

And of course we all noticed the costume change right away. Hello, black turtleneck. Feeling cute today, thought I’d cover up my graceful long neck? That sounds unlikely. Let’s put a pin in this one.

There’s also an interesting acting choice going on here. Crowley speaks to Shax in a funny, drawling, too-cool-for-you voice that we haven’t heard in a while. Specifically, not since 1967. If you go back and give the S1E3 scene in the Dirty Donkey a listen, you’ll hear it (and if you know of another instance of it that I've missed, please let me know!). In S2E2, he keeps up this odd voice (if anybody knows what kind of affect this is supposed to be, please do tell!) throughout this dialogue with Shax, except for the brief moment when she first surprises him about the joint miracle having been detected.

1967 was a fun year. Crowley masterminded a heist! And seemed like he was having a ball doing it, right up until his little caper was called off after Aziraphale brought him the thermos of holy water. Crowley spoke to his co-conspirators in that same funny, very 60’s-caper-film voice. He wore a hip 60’s turtleneck. He bought petrol for the only time ever, so he could get those sweet James Bond bullet hole decals for his car (per the book, seen on the Bentley in the show).

Those James Bond bullet hole decals would of course have been part of a promotion for this 1967 release, which you just know our film-enjoying demon went to see in the theater:

Starring this suave, be-turtlenecked guy:

And now - begging your forgiveness - a brief rant.

There are a number of posts out there that refer to Crowley’s S2E2 turtleneck as a flirtatious sartorial choice - actually, ‘slutty’ seems to be the favored accusation. There are even a few posts floating around commenting on how sweet it is that Crowley swaps out his slutty, kinky, throw-me-over-your-desk-and-take-me turtleneck for a more dressy and appropriate collared shirt specifically to attend Aziraphale’s Jane Austen ball. 

Now this is all in good fun, and Crowley does indeed look fantastic here, and I do love a good fangirling sesh as much as the next person. However, fandom’s collective tendency to interpret what we are seeing on the screen through the lens of romantic expectation can, at times, give rise to a kind of blinkered enthusiasm that obscures the original text in a haze that is part Mandela Effect, part unrestrained horniness, and part in-group code talking and identity reinforcement.

Respectfully, Crowley’s black turtleneck does not appear at all in S2E5: The Ball. In fact, it never appears again after the end of S2E2.

For Someone’s sake, let’s collectively pull our heads out of the romantic fog/gutter for a moment and focus on what we are actually seeing in the book and on the screen. For Crowley, this is an uncharacteristic within-period costume change. There is a surreptitious flick of the wrist happening here, out in broad daylight, and we are all missing it.

So here’s a thing. Aziraphale appears to have settled comfortably into life on Earth, his neighborhood, his books, using Crowley as an outlet for sharing his good deeds that he would once have reported to Heaven. Meanwhile, at first glance, Crowley appears stuck in a rut. There he slouches on a park bench with Shax in S2E1: a guy who lives in his car, stagnantly clinging to old familiar habits, mulling over the pointlessness of it all.

Setting aside the bit about living in the Bentley (I’m going to attribute this to well-documented issues between him and Aziraphale, discussed in many other excellent metas, and move on), Crowley has at least two very good, proactive reasons for maintaining his contact with Hell through Shax. First and foremost, it’s a source of information he can use to keep ahead of potential threats to Aziraphale and himself.

But also, I would posit…he kinda likes it.

Recall that book GO was first conceived as a parody, with Aziraphale and Crowley as spy-against-spy (but not really) field operatives in an ages-old cold war between Heaven and Hell. Their entire book dynamic is rooted in the trope of two opposing agents who have been in the field for so long that they now have more in common with each other than with their respective head offices. Their St. James’s Park meetings among other spies and ministers trading secrets are a sendup of what was once a well-known Cold War-era cliché. 

Our contemporary Crowley still likes slick outfits and hellaciously expensive watches and high-performing vintage cars and pens that write underwater while looking like they could break the speed limit. He coaches Shax on how to blend in as a demon on Earth, and he helpfully redirects the wayward contact looking for the Azerbaijani sector chief. He loves improvising and getting away with shenanigans under the institutional radar. And boy golly was he impressed with Jane Austen: master spy, brandy smuggler, and mastermind of the 1810 Clerkenwell Diamond Robbery. 

And if you look at it a certain way, for as long as Crowley has considered himself to be on “[his] own side” - going at least as far back as Job - he could almost think of himself as a sort of double agent. It’s actually a very romantic sort of notion, befitting our hopeless romantic of a (professedly former) demon; but it’s romantic in a very different way than we, the audience, have been primed to watch for.

In other words, in a very “on my own side” kind of way, Crowley really gets a kick out of being a spy. Or at least, dressing up and accessorizing as one, and moonlighting as a good-doing double agent when he can get away with it. And also being a plotting criminal mastermind. Two sides of a coin, really. Just look at Jane Austen.

My point is: No, Crowley did not wait around for Shax to come find him in a turtleneck so that he could go flirt with Aziraphale later. He’ll flirt with Aziraphale no matter what. No, this:

is actually this:

Much like the one he wears to the Dirty Donkey in 1967: 

whilst holy water heist-plotting. Here's a clearer shot with gratuitous Bentley, because I love them:

…and which he'll wear again, with appropriate camouflage, while infiltrating Heaven in S2E6:

That is the 1967 planning a HEIST turtleneck for committing ESPIONAGE and STEALING THINGS in. Because turtlenecks are what modern human master spies wear to get their hands dirty - after all, he saw it in a movie once. 

Crowley dons his tactical turtleneck sometime during the first major break in the action (which doesn't happen until after the joint miracle to hide Gabriel) after he learns about the threat the Book of Life poses to Aziraphale. Loverboy started mentally preparing himself to go after that book immediately upon learning that it was in play as a genuine threat. 

Now let’s pick up at the S2E2 Dirty Donkey scene, reading the story from this angle. Of course, Crowley enables Aziraphale’s delusions about Heaven by hiding information from him, and does not disclose the Book of Life threat when they meet again. They go into the pub, Aziraphale shamelessly paws Crowley’s chest like the seductive Bond Girl he is, and Crowley gets to act all smooth and suave and intimidating as he chases off the interloping Mr. Brown (or Mr. Collins for the Pride & Prejudice fans, take your pick).

Ergo, theory: beginning in S2E2, Crowley is already thinking of himself as a Jane Austen/James Bond action hero (“How will our hero cope?”), psyching himself up to rescue Aziraphale by getting his spy game on and stealing the Book of Life.

Now, watch closely...This is where Aziraphale and Crowley brainstorm their plans to solve the problem they both know about: getting Maggie and Nina to fall in love and thereby get Heaven off their backs. Crowley’s vavoom plan is drawn from yet another movie (“Get humans wet and staring into each other’s eyes - vavoom, sorted. I saw it in a Richard Curtis film.”). But Crowley also implicitly shares his solution to the problem he hasn’t told Aziraphale about. And true to form, Crowley’s Jane Austen solution isn’t the same as Aziraphale’s Jane Austen solution. 

Two solutions that fail by the end of Season 2, and a secret third one that might still work...and there's our magic trick of three.

‘“I’m lost. Am I doing a rainstorm?” Yes, babe. And a heist, too - just not until season three. Can I get a wahoo!? 

I won’t spend time on A Companion to Owls during this meta, except to note that in all three minisodes, we get to watch stories that involve Crowley acting as a double agent on “his/their own side” - successfully making Hell and Heaven think he’s fulfilling their will while saving Job’s goats and children; failing to fool Hell when he does a good deed in Edinburgh; and of course, collaborating with Aziraphale whilst evading detection as an infernal turncoat during the Blitz.

(Because this is getting long, I'll also skip over Crowley's interrogation of Jim in this episode - I'll probably come back to that in another meta. But interrogating is a rather spy-ish thing to do.)

When we catch up with Crowley again later, he’s already slipped out of the bookshop, having left Aziraphale to his biblical reverie about Job. He saunters snakily down Whickber Street as usual, but with a very pointed and swift glance over his shoulder (see pic above). This demon is up to something - possibly something we didn’t get to see, something that may have happened offscreen while he stepped out. In any case, knowing there’ve been unfriendly angels in the neighborhood that morning, he’s rightly concerned about being spied on.

From this point until the beginning of episode six, there isn’t a whole lot of opportunity for Crowley to make any next moves. He babysits the bookshop, during which time he manages to wring some crucial information out of Jim; he follows his Crowley’s Angel around like a puppy, and downs a bottle of red like a good old fashioned lovesick boy once that’s been pointed out to him. If any plotting or scheming is underway, this occult being is keeping stumm for now.

This has been a long one, so I’ll wrap up with Crowley’s infiltration of Heaven with Muriel. The turtleneck disguise works (Archer fans, be vindicated!) long enough to gather some information that will be crucial not just to the denouement of S2, but also to Crowley’s journey in S3 (previous post on Crowley's Fall, Saraqael, and memory wiping). And Aziraphale gets to enjoy that view exactly zero times. The point isn’t oh, a turtleneck! How flirty! So cunty! So cute! Y’all. Everything matters. The costume change was a deliberate choice. In-universe, Crowley’s decision to wear his special spy turtleneck for spying in is a signal that he is out doing spy things, even as we watch.

In sum: Beginning in S2E2 and continuing through the end of the season, Aziraphale and Crowley are actively living out the scripts of two parallel, concurrent, and completely different Jane Austen stories. But you and I, dear fellow audience member, we came here for a comedy with a hefty jigger of romance, and that’s what Neil gave us to focus on. And right up until the Final 15, that was the only story we saw.

Meanwhile, Special Agent A. J. Crowley doesn’t have time to mope around at the end of S2E6. He’s kicked down, but he’s not out. He's got a Book of Life to steal, a very serious bone to pick with a certain memory-wiping angel, and his Angel and the world to save. 

“‘Heigh ho,’ said [romantic, optimist, former demon, hero, master spy] Anthony Crowley, and just drove anyway.”

[sunshine-co]

three peas in a pod

yunwoo x chubby!reader; amusement park date

this was inspired by this idea; as i am that perfect height to fit into wooyoung and i go nuts seeing yunwoo hugging like that:

the way wooyoung fits so perfectly into yunho, how he can place his head directly into yunhos neck and snuggle him so perfectly, like they were made for each other, like puzzle pieces; well you fit into wooyoung just as well. you so perfectly meld to him like you were made for each other, like puzzle pieces. so yunho can fit behind you and your in a perfect little sandwich, full of love and warmth, the three of you together like so, completes a perfect puzzle.

a/n: also the car scene/concept of having y/n in the passenger seat is inspired by another writers post, i cant find it now, but they mentioned it in the sense y/n is always in the middle, they're never left alone. also sorry this took so long to post. i had made a poll to ask how to end it and then i put off writing it, and then editing it, but theres really no good excuse, sorry! and this might be one of my longest to date. please give feedback!

tw: smut (although its a bit of a slow burn, theres a lot at the end), oral, fingering, piv, dvp, dirty talk, sickeningly sweet nicknames/pet names too many to list but main ones are princess, doll/babydoll, baby. mentions of weight insecurities, angry woo, idky but i mention pee a few times, not in a sexual way but its brought up more then anything else i've ever read, fear of rollercoasters and riding one. let me know if i missed anything!

also take a shot every time i mention yunhos 'beautiful neck'. 😜

nothing written is fact or is to be taken too seriously. most writings may contain sexual themes so no minors, although i cannot control what you read, but please know not all sexual writings, experiences or things you see are not always correct or standard. you are responsible for what you consume!

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the three of you had been together for a long time. you grew up with and were best friends with yunho since childhood. when he went to school for dance he met wooyoung, and you three quickly became inseparable. and after only 2 years of friendship with woo, the three of you fell into an easy and loving, romantic relationship.

sure it was unconventional, but you all didn't care and even showed the world how healthy a throuple could be. of course you still got stares, and the comments about your weight, especially next to two tall, slim, and handsome men, but they always reassured you. you were perfect to them, to not listen to others and you have more value then just your looks. although you were the most gorgeous and sexy person in the whole world to them. you were their everything and they couldn't imagine their life without you, nor could you imagine yours without them.

you've been together now for several years, but as life does, it often got too busy and there could be days or even weeks you would only see each other in brief passings and could only exchange swift 'i love you's and chaste kisses. of course you lived together and shared a massive bed but it was still only short moments you'd be with either or, or both. you would go to bed and wake at all different times. all three of your love languages was quality time, yours and woos being physical touch as well, so when these times came up and you couldn't have that, you all got antsy.

this month had been one of those times. between work and some volunteer work you did, you had hardly seen your boys. and a local amusement park that came around every year that you would always go to, was soon closing for the season. the three of you had made it tradition to go when it came in town, but you had gotten so busy you barely even registered it was even there. the boys knew if you missed it, you would be sad and deeply disappointed. so they had contacted your work and volunteering work to get you a few days off. they offered a week vacation because of how good you had been doing, they also knew you needed to take some time off. you always worked too hard.

so when your boss and supervisors let you know you had the next week off you were elated. you didn't know why, but you weren't about to ask questions. you came home from that days work smiling ear to ear, thankful you could sleep in the next day. the boys had also taken some time off their respective jobs so you could all spend the week snuggled up together and catching up. so when they arrived home shortly after you they beamed at the smile on your face.

'what are you so happy for, darling?' wooyoung asked as he slid up next to you on the couch, wrapping his arms around your waist and began kissing up your neck and all over your face.

when you could speak after the giggles caused by wooyoungs affection died down, you answered, 'i have the next week off from both jobs! if you two have any free time, i can spend it with you!'

'oh we know,' yunho spoke from where he stood watching you and wooyoung fondly, his arms behind his back as if hiding something, 'we asked for you to have time off, we got some time off as well, princess!' he said, trying to contain his own excitement, 'we're going to spend every minute together!' he spoke as he approached the couch and revealed some bags of takeout from your favorite restaurant.

you jumped out of wooyoungs arms to jump into yunhos. he quickly placed down the bags just in time to catch you and squeeze you in tightly. you felt his smile pressed to the side of your head. he began to press kisses to your head and trail them down your face leading to your lips. you kissed him back just as passionately and with an equally huge smile on your face.

'thank you so much, my love,' you said against his lips.

'hey it was mostly my idea, and i did most of the planning!' wooyoung exclaimed as he came up behind you and wrapping his arms around you where yunhos weren't, sandwiching you between them as you loved most. he pressed his face to your head and took a deep sniff, he loved to smell your hair, and always made sure you had enough of your favourite shampoo.

'yes, thank you, too, my precious kitten!' you leaned your head back to speak against his cheek. you felt his smile grow and you smiled back while giving his warm cheek kisses. this was heaven and you never wanted to leave this moment. between the two men you loved most in the world and who loved you back just as much and unconditionally. you were so at peace in their arms, their heads on either side of yours, gently squishing your cheeks.

yunho eventually broke the peace, 'we have to eat the food before it gets cold.' he said, muffled by your hair and neck he was still nuzzled into.

'yeah, we need to eat to get to bed quickly cause we have a full day tomorrow!' wooyoung chimed in. slightly leaning away to look at you.

'youngie i wanna relax' you whined with a pout.

'trust me you'll love it and have so much fun!' he said just before kissing your pout away. 'and the rest of the week is relaxing stuff, and a few days of just couch or bed rotting if you want!'

you let out a deep sigh and said 'okay, if you say so. thank you youngie!' he beamed at you as you leaned up to kiss him again. yunho quietly starts pecking your face, a silent ask for kisses as well. you happily turned to face him and place some kisses on his soft lips. wooyoung also kept kissing your face. you began to giggle into your kiss with yunho, from the gentle tickling of woos lips and just how silly and elated you felt. the boys caught your silly and started to laugh with you.

'okay, okay lets eat now.' you said, trying to gently push them away. they did let you go and you three went to set yourselves up to eat.

you enjoyed your meal and caught up on a few episodes of a drama you watched together. you eventually got sleepy so you all got ready and went to bed. it was almost hard to go to sleep with the excitement of tomorrow bubbling inside you, but the warmth of your two boys on either side of you eventually lulled you to a peaceful dreamland.

the next morning you were awoken by wooyoung kissing your face.

'youngie please.' you begged through giggles.

'what? i cant kiss my most beautiful, wonderful, amazing, delicious, stunning, beautiful soul, giant hearted, pure, and precious girlfriend awake?' he said all in one breath. 'i'm just trying to show my appreciation!' he immediately went back to kissing all over your face.

'ahhh woo please your gonna make me pee the bed!' you exclaimed through laughs, trying to catch your breath.

he then began to actually tickle you around your tummy and under your arms. your laughter increased tenfold and it took everything to hold the contents of your bladder. you tried to get his hands off you, he was laughing maniacally and attacking you everywhere.

through gasps and breath taking laughs you yelled out your safeword 'cedar' wooyoung immediately stopped and said 'sorry love'

you sat up wiping away tears from your eyes, just catching your breath. 'its okay woo' you leaned in to give him a quick kiss. 'i was just afraid i'd pee the bed.'

yunho who had been in the kitchen and heard the commotion and your safeword, burst in the room at that moment. he gave wooyoung a whack on the head with the ladle he was holding then looked to you.

'you okay sweetie?' he said with genuine concern in his eyes.

'yes yuyu, i'm okay.' you reassured him as you stood up from the bed to give him a kiss as well.

'you didn't need to hit me so hard though!' wooyoung whined from his pouty position on the bed, hand rubbing at the spot yunho hit.

'sorry, woo, you know i hate it when she uses the safeword! you take things too far sometimes.' he spoke gently, and leaned down to kiss wooyoungs head as an a apology.

'i know, i know, i'm sorry' he continued to whine but also quickly turned his head up to capture yunhos lips in an apologetic kiss. yunho smiled into woos lips and kissed him back. they exchanged a few more quick kisses as you watched. you felt so lucky to have two gorgeous boyfriends that also loved each other so dearly.

once they parted yunho leaned over to you and gave you some good morning kisses. you happily kissed him back.

'good morning princess,' he spoke against your lips, you smiled at the pet name. 'youngie and i made a big breakfast for you, wash up and come eat.'

you nodded and hummed in agreement, walking away from the two, towards the attached bathroom to get ready. they left to the kitchen to continue preparing the breakfast.

you used the toilet and washed up your face. you got dressed but didn't know if it would be appropriate for whatever wooyoung had prepared, but figured you could change if need be.

you went to the kitchen and was greeted by some wonderful smells. the table was set and full of your favorite breakfast items. you didn't know, even though the three of you could eat a lot, if you'd be able to finish all this, it was too much.

'ohh my precious boys!' you exclaimed, 'this is beyond wonderful, but isn't it too much?'

'no! definitely not! nothings too much for myyyy snookums!' wooyoung proclaimed, as he came up to you to give you a tight squeeze. you giggled at his silliness and hugged him back.

yunho, who had been finishing up putting out items on the table, then came up behind you to join the hug, completing your perfect hug sandwich. you relished in the warmth and joy radiating from them. but wooyoung needed his day to go as planned.

'okay we need to eat, so we can get this day going,' he said as he ushered you and yunho to your seats patting both your butts, 'after breakfast i'll let you know a bit of the plan but most is a secret!' he said, while bringing his finger to his lips in a secret motion and giggling.

'okay, fine. but i still think this is a bit too much.' you reiterated while settling in in your usual spot between them, taking in the wide spread of food. your small dining table was nearly over flowing, plates and bowls strategically placed.

'even if we don't finish it we can save it for later, it wont go to waste.' yunho reassured you, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

'yes, yes, i know.' you sighed as you began to pick a few dishes to start with.

soon enough the three of you settled into your usual eating peace, only a few words exchanged as you filled your bellies. once you had gotten your fill, woo quickly started cleaning up, his mouth still full.

'yah finish chewing at least.' yunho scolded woo through his own mouthful.

'we have to go! we have an hour to get to the place and then lots to do there!' woo excitedly explained, continuing to clean up.

you got up to help him and asked, 'where are we going by the way?'

wooyoung finally swallowed what was in his mouth before speaking, 'firstly i would normally say you don't need to help, especially since this week is about pampering you, but i want to clean up quickly and go,' he spoke quickly, still moving and gathering dishes, yunho then also got up to help, 'second, my beautiful, wonderful, most precious, princess, baby doll,' he finally stopped to grab your hands in his and look you in the eye, 'we're going to the amusement park! its leaving after this week, so we're spending the whole day there. i have a basic plan for what rides and things to do but we can mostly follow the vibe, or whatever you want to do!' he beamed at you, his beautiful blinding smile taking over his face.

you couldn't believe you had forgotten about the amusement park, you were stunned that that's what he had planned for and just stared at him with your jaw open. 'ohh woo' you softly spoke as tears welled in your eyes. they quickly blurred your vision and spilled over. you dropped your head to his chest and brought your arms to wrap around his waist weakly. he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pressed his face against your head, cooing at you and rubbing your back.

'ohh baby' he spoke tenderly, 'its okay, these are happy tears right?'

you nodded against his neck, tears still streaming down your face. you hadn't done your makeup yet and you were glad you hadn't. you didn't know why you were crying so much, a combination of the surprise plans the boys made, some pent up stress of life and just pure love for your boys was your guess. continuing to sob on wooyoung, you felt his shoulders shake in laughter, a hand leaving your back to point and laugh.

'why are you crying now?!' he exclaimed at yunho.

'you know when she crys, i cry!' yun chokes out.

'ohh my sweet yuyu!' you cry out as you leave woos arms to go to yunhos arms. he gladly pressed you into him, now crying into your hair. you did your best to still your tears enough so you could look up at him. the poor boys nose was now red from the sudden release of emotions and his ears tinged pink in embarrassment. you reached up to cup his face and use your thumbs to wipe away the tears.

'its okay, like i said its happy tears, baby. don't cry now. look, noonas stopped now.' you didn't often use the honorific, though you were three years older then the boys, early in the relationship you agreed you were all equal and didn't need them. it was rare any of you pulled it out, mostly in teasing or professional matters.

'yes noona' he giggled, as the tears stopped and he leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. you returned the kiss gladly, smiling into it.

'as cute as you two are, can we finish cleaning up now.' wooyoung said, now pressing himself into your back.

'yes sir.' both you and yunho answered him. you all burst into laughter, but quickly returned to cleaning up.

soon enough most of the kitchen was clean, at this point wooyoung told you to finish getting ready as the two of them finished the cleaning. you obliged, going to get your makeup on. you decided to change what you were wearing as well. what you had originally put on was fine but you decided, since it was warm and you wanted to reward your boys with some eye candy, to put on their favorite milkmaid dress. a light pink and floral pattern, it flowed to about your mid calves and a slit ran up one leg to the top of your thigh. you also liked this dress, as it showed off the curves you liked very well. and you loved how wild it drove them.

you finished up your hair and light makeup and picked out some appropriate shoes, comfy but went well with the dress. you went to meet the boys at the door, as they had called out a moment before that they were ready. when you got to your entry way and the boys turned to you, both their mouths dropped. you giggled at them, and slyly brought your knee through the slit to show off your leg.

'you like what you see?' you said in a mock sultry tone, knowing full well they wanted to ravish you right then and there.

'fuck.' wooyoung groaned out.

yunho, behind him had turned bright red, from the top of his head, all the way down his neck and you were sure all across his chest and shoulders. if he didn't let the embarrassment take over and the blood rush to his head, it would've rushed to his dick instead, you were sure.

'baby doll,' woo let out a heavy breath, 'why'd you have to wear that one.' he groaned again as he approached you. he brought his hands to your hips, lightly rubbing up an down. he could feel where your panty line was and he traced it with nimble fingers. you smirked as the realization graced his features.

'and she's wearing that pretty little thong!' he exclaimed as he started to grope at your ass, and mouth at your neck, lust starting to take over him. 'you harlot!' he growled into your ear.

you cackled at his words as he continued to let his hands roam over your body. yunho cleared his throat and shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the dirty thoughts.

'i don't know why she wore our favorite dress but we have plans woo, c'mon.' yunho urged. 'we can ravish her after.'

'its supposed to be a reward for making these plans for me, for taking a week to focus on me.' you said through a small pout, as you removed wooyoung from you and readjusted your dress.

'well right now it feels like a punishment! now we're going to be distracted all day.' wooyoung said as his arm snaked around your waist again but now leading you out the door.

'i'm sorry, i can change?' you said half heartedly.

'no!' both men shouted, yunho locking your apartment door behind him.

'shhhh!' you gave both of them a gentle swat on their shoulders, 'quiet in the hallways!'

you all quietly giggled as you made your way to the car park.

getting to your shared car you got in your usual seats. yunho driving, you in the passenger seat and wooyoung in the middle of the back. they didn't want you to be alone so they always made sure wherever you seated, one of them was next to you. you learned early on not to argue with this, so you often just pushed or leaned your seat back and held woos hand and he would lean forward to meet your face to talk to you easier. yunho often rested a hand on your thigh, this time he had far more access with the slit of your dress, so he gave gentle squeezes and mindlessly drew patterns in your skin.

as you leaned your seat back to look at woo, you asked 'so can i know any of your plan?'

'well i guess,' he sighed dramatically, 'there's a few rides we can start with.' he continued to list them off. 'but we need to fit in that roller coaster you promised you would ride last year before dinner!' he gave you a pointed look.

'ohh woo, nooooo, why'd you remember? i cant wooyoungie, nooo!' you half heartedly whine, over exaggerating your distaste for the terrorizing roller coaster that you had never rode before. it was the biggest and scariest one, it took a lot to get you on the easiest one, let alone that one. you had promised woo you would ride it the next year, after some drinks and his promise of bedroom activities.

yunho laughed and patted your leg, 'no, you don't have to princess.' he reassured you.

'she does, she promised!' woo exclaimed.

'c'mon woo don-'

'no i promised,' you cut yunho off, 'i should at least try it once. just remind me to pee beforehand.' you sighed in defiance, 'but why before dinner?'

'you don't want to go on many rides, especially that one after eating, do you?' he said, reaching his face over to place a kiss on your cheek.

you hummed in agreement. 'okay so what's the plan for dinner and after?' you turned your head to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

'well there's a nice place not far from the park we'll go to, then after we can do some other activities in the park and maybe some more rides a bit later in the evening.'

'sounds good. is there any new games, do you know?' you asked, you liked to play them for the fun of it, but the boys got competitive and especially so when there was a prize you wanted. you didn't even have to say you wanted it, they knew the look you got when you liked something. you'd often end up with more plushies, toys and other prizes then you knew what to do with.

'i heard of a few new ones, and some nicer prizes this year!' yunho answered you. you could both see in his eyes and hear in his voice the excitement he had. he loved the games the most, both of them were competitive, but while wooyoung does anything in his power to get you something, yunho does his best to perfect the game, to truly beat it. as long as they didn't get too into it and get genuinely angry, you enjoyed watching them play the ones you couldn't or didn't want to play.

with that, the three of you fell into a comfortable quiet. speaking every now and then, catching up on a few things, but mostly enjoying the presence of each other and the quiet while you had it, it was going to be noisy and crowded at the amusement park.

when you arrived and parked wooyoung let you know he had pre ordered the tickets, and just needed to get the bracelet passes at the entrance. when you received them you realized they were the all access passes, they were really spoiling you today. the passes could let you jump some lines and some of the food stands you could get free snacks, and play some rounds of games for free.

'wooyoung you really didn't need to get these passes.' you whined halfheartedly to him as he attached the bracelet to your wrist, and giving the back of your hand a kiss.

'i said before, there's nothing too much for our princess,' he grabbed your face between his hands, squishing your cheeks, as he said the next part, 'and i better not hear any more complaints about this being too much.' he said half sternly, his face scrunched in mock anger.

'okay' your response muffled by his squishing, but he nodded and pecked your pursed lips in satisfaction that you got it.

he released your face, 'as long as i can spoil you back someday.'

he sighed as he took one of your hands, yunhos hand already interlaced with your other hand, and you began walking through the entrance of the park, 'you don't have to, we don't need it, just seeing you happy is enough for us. but i guess if you really wanna do something, if it'll make you happy, then sure.'

'yes it would.' you pouted back at him, 'i mean especially with what i have in mind.' you gave a sly smirk and raised an eyebrow.

'don't make promises you cant keep, sweetheart.' he bumped your hip with his own, playfully, but you bumped yunho unintentionally anyway.

'okay you two, lets behave ourselves, we're in public.' yunho scolded the both of you. he then led you to the closest ride, a simple teacup ride.

although it was a simple ride, the way the boys did it made it ten times more fun. you would sit between them and they would do the work of spinning the cup. with both of them spinning it, it went impossibly fast. you would be tossed up against one of them and laughing your head off, all of you laughing your asses off. woo would also sometimes try to change trajectory, making the dizziness worse.

by the time the ride stopped you couldn't breathe through your laughter. yunho had to help you stand and get down from the ride, the world was still spinning too much. once you were on solid ground he stood in front of you holding your arms as you continued to giggle and wobble. wooyoung had leaned himself against you, also still laughing and regaining his balance. somehow yunho still seemed stable, as he supported both of you, giggling and watching you both fondly.

if this was just the start of the day, you knew it would be an amazing day.

after many more rides and some other activities, it was soon lunch time and your bellies were letting you know.

'is anyone else as hungry as i am?' yunho asked the both of you. the three of you were sat on a bench, resting after a thrilling ride. yunhos arm was slung behind your shoulders, resting on the bench. wooyoung was on your other side, holding your hand and resting his head on your shoulder, and basically squishing you against yunho, even though there was more then enough room. you enjoyed it regardless, resting your cheek atop woos head.

'yes!' you both responded enthusiastically, though not moving.

'okay we should head to the restaurant now then.' yunho said as he moved his arm from the bench and went to stand.

'no wait!' wooyoung nearly shouted as he jumped up, jostling you over into a half stood yunho, who in turn caught you and stumbled back into the seat with you, 'oh, sorry, sorry baby,' woo rushed out, 'but you haven't ridden the coaster yet.' he stood with his hands on his hips.

'damn i thought he'd forget.' yunho half whispered to you.

'its okay,' you patted his thigh as you stood, 'okay wooyoung lets find a bathroom, then get it over with.'

once you were in line, the little bravery you had earlier was now just a memory. your heart was already pounding in your ears with anxiety. yunho had placed himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his chin on top of your head. he could feel you start to shake and he began rubbing your belly and sides in an attempt to calm and comfort you.

'you really don't have to do this, you know? we can gang up on woo and get out of it if we really tried.' he spoke into your hair, his lips pressing kisses into your crown. wooyoung was ahead of you, excited and talking to another patron about the ride. him and yunho had ridden it a few times in the past, and they enjoyed it, but you were never a fan of coasters.

'n-no, i w-want to at least t-try it once.' you stuttered out through a shaky breath.

'some things you don't need to try.' he insisted as he tightened his arms around you, squeezing you to help ground you. you took a few deep breaths, allowing yourself to feel yourself against yunho and take in his calming presence.

it was then that wooyoung turned back to you two.

'hey are you okay, doll?' he asked as he brought his hands up to your arms to gently rub them.

'y-yeah, i'm fine.' you said, silently cursing that your voice still wasn't steady.

'you don't look fine, and your shaking like a leaf. you don't have to go on the ride, baby, this is your day.' he began to step closer, to encase you between both men in a hug, but you placed your hands on his chest to stop him.

'no, i do want to try it, i just need to take a few more deep breaths and distract myself a little bit.' you insisted, as you stepped out of yunhos hold and took some deep, slow breaths. you closed your eyes to focus on just your breathing, and think of something else.

you took each of the boys hands in your own and asked, or really told, yunho, 'tell me more about the new games they got here. what will we play first when we come back?'

'well there's a new shooting game, they updated some ring toss ones, and there's a new duck pond type you might like.' he rambled off quickly, 'and the prizes, i saw some people online say there's some sanrio characters, and better quality in all prizes really.

'ohh really sanrio?!' that got your attention, it was one of your favourite things. the games were in a another part of the park, so you hadn't seen them nor any prizes, you were also to focused on your boys, you probably wouldn't have noticed anyway.

'yeah we'll get you every character they have!' wooyoung spoke up.

they were doing good at distracting you, before you knew it, it was your turn to get on the ride. luckily it was three seats per row, so you could be seated between your boys. you were also closer to the middle of the ride, which also helped ease your mind, even just the slightest. the operator showed you how to buckle in and brought the big latch down over your head. once you were all settled, both men grabbed one of your hands, you squeezed them tightly.

'its okay, baby, we got you.' yunho said, giving you a reassuring look.

'you might even enjoy it.' wooyoung chimed in, also giving you a hopeful look. excitement also laden across his features.

you took a few more deep breaths before the ride started. the latch locked into place and the tram started moving. you winced as it jolted forward, squeezing the mens hands tighter. yunho rubbed his thumb over your knuckles and woo gave a squeeze back. there was a long slow ascent that felt like it went on forever. when you reached the top of the first drop, you squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. then you were dropping, and speeding along the rest of the ride. it was fast and had many ups and downs, and twists and turns, and some loops. by the end of it you had scrunched yourself up as much as the belt and latch would allow, you thought you might've broken one of the boys hands, and your voice was raw from screaming. you hated it.

once again yunho had to help you off the ride and to solid ground on your shaky legs. you had to take a seat and catch your breath. luckily there was a bench close by.

'are you okay, princess?' yunho asked, you still had a death grip on his forearm, but he didn't seem to mind.

'yeah, i'm never doing that again, but i'll be fine.' you said through your teeth, focusing on your breathing. inhale, exhale. inhale, exhale.

'thank you for trying it, babydoll.' wooyoung had knelt to his knees in front of you, rubbing his hands up your thighs and up and down your sides, breathing with you to help focus. 'i'm sorry i made you do it. this day was to make you happy.'

'no, i wouldn't do it if i didn't want to. i'm glad i tried it, even if it just further confirmed my hatred for coasters.' you said as you bumped your forehead against his, giving him a light smile as you felt yourself start to relax. you let go of yunhos arm and took his hand to examine it, there would be a light bruise, it was already red where your fingers were. you kissed along his fingers in apology. then took wooyoungs hand as well to do the same.

'okay, i think i'm ready to eat now.' you said, letting out a final deep breath, then interlocking your fingers with theirs gently.

'perfect lets go.' wooyoung exclaimed as he jumped up and tugged you and yunho along, back to the car.

'can i complain that this restaurant is ridiculous for the other activities we have done today?' you said to wooyoung over the menu. he said it was a nice place, but this was almost black tie worthy. there was almost nothing less then $30 on the menu, and the drinks menu had names you couldn't pronounce.

'we don't go to places like this often, its a treat for all of us!' wooyoung said excitedly, a little to loud for the quiet atmosphere.

'shhhh,' both you and yunho shushed him, 'and we're hardly dressed up enough for it either, i feel so out of place.'

'you belong as one of the statues they have here doll,' woo said, looking you up and down, referring to the immaculate marble carved statues that were placed around the space. you had to admit some were closer to your shape then what one might expect. 'and if you feel out of place now, how about if i said i wanted to take you back to one of the private bathrooms and fuck you stupid?' he leaned over to whisper in your ear, his hand finding the exposed flesh of your thigh and tantalizingly running his fingers up towards your center. you quickly swatted his hand away, and brought one of the cloth napkins to cover your lap. 'behave yourself jung wooyoung.' you whisper shouted.

a pout immediately found its place on his pretty lips, and yunho chuckled and ohhhhed. 'she full named you.' he continued to quietly giggle behind his hand.

'you be good to yunho.' you turned on him. 'lets act our age for a bit please.' you huffed and straightened yourself and continued to look at the menu.

'yes, noona.' they said in unison, and you had to bite back the laugh that threatened to burst out of you. luckily the waiter approached for your order at that time.

'are we ready to order?' he asked.

'not quite,' you answered, 'you two?' you asked the boys. wooyoung had a few questions and yunho wasn't ready yet either. as the waiter answered woos questions you noticed how he leaned towards him and made some flirtatious actions towards wooyoung.

when he left you spoke up, 'i think somebody likes you, woo.' you said in a singsong tone.

both men looked at you, equally confused. 'what?' wooyoung asked.

'the waiter,' you gestured in the direction he left, 'he was flirting with you.'

'what? no. really?!' he said, shocked. wooyoung was smart but sometimes a bit dense, he didn't realize some of his actions could be seen as flirting, nor does he really realize when someone else is flirting with him.

'yes, the way he leaned in.' you demonstrated, 'he was trying to get a sniff of you and trying to show off.' you turned to yunho, 'yuyu when he comes back you ask him something and see if he does it to you.'

'why are you getting me involved?' he said, still equally confused and exasperated.

'well i figure he must be gay so he definitely wouldn't do it to me.' you explained.

'you shouldn't assume baby.' woo pipped in.

'yes i know, sorry.' you apologized.

'even if he was flirting, did it make you jealous?' woo smirked as he leaned in and gave a suggestive look.

'no' you hesitated for a second but that was enough to make him pounce.

'you are jealous!' he exclaimed, thankfully in a quieter level this time.

'well i would be too, if i noticed, i mean i am now that i know.' yunho said.

'good.' woo said, flipping non existent hair over his shoulder.

both you and yunho sighed, knowing you shouldn't fuel his behavior. he'll continue to overexaggerate any flirting and sexy actions just to get the both of you mad, just so you'd take it out on him later, in the bedroom. the little brat.

you turned back to the menu to actually pick something. though you were uncomfortable with the prestige-ness of the place, and the prices of the menu items, you decided the boys were right, you deserved this treat. you all did. so after discussing with them, you all decided on three courses each, you would share most of it all anyway, and waited for the waiter to return.

when he did, you noticed the lightness in his step, excited to see wooyoung. you smirked and elbowed yunho, gesturing for him to watch.

he was professional and friendly enough as he took your orders, but there were just a few little gestures and a different pitch to his voice when he talked with wooyoung. you noticed how yunho had to bite back a laugh as he noticed this as well. when your order was taken and he had walked off, yunho finally let out his laugh, still trying to keep quite, muffling it with his hand.

'wow, he really was flirting with you.' he said when he composed himself.

'see,' you said, 'our wooyoungie is just too irresistible.'

'yea, we should leave him at home, keep him hidden away.' yunho said jokingly. and you nodded in agreement.

'noooo, baaaabbeeesss, its not my fault.' woo whined dramatically, a devastating pout and shiny puppy eyes gracing his feature, 'i'm not trying to flirt or lead him on. i only have eyes for you two! you know that! i love you, both, so much.'

you couldn't resist how cute he was and began to coo at him, and scratched under his chin, like a cat. then grabbed his chin to bring him in for a kiss. he smiled against your lips and tried to deepen the kiss. as much as you wanted to continue to kiss him, you had to push him away, but not before a few more pecks.

'we love you too, youngie.' you said, running your fingers through his hair to then rest your palm against his cheek. he nuzzled into your warm hand, beaming at you.

'we love you so much,' yunho also said, he reached across your lap to take wooyoungs hand, resting in your lap, as he ran his thumb over woos knuckles, 'we're just teasing.'

'i know.' woo said as he brought yunhos hand to his lips. yunho was more shy about pda, so a blush quickly creeped up his neck as he took his hand back. wooyoung just beamed at him, finding the other boy so endearing.

you all settled into some more normal conversation, catching up some more on each others lives. some projects and stories from work. new interests you may have found, anything and everything. quality time really was your top love language, you felt so full of love and fulfilled, happy and relaxed.

time flew, and your meals were coming out. you gawked at how lovely and exquisite your meals looked. you almost felt like you couldn't eat it. you gave wooyoung a pointed look, while he just casually popped the first peace of meat in his mouth, smiling widely while chewing, humming in delight.

you all began eating and fell quiet. enjoying the food and your time together. you were finished before you knew it and your plates taken away, quickly followed by dessert. it was just as lovely and delicious.

when the waiter came to give you the bill, wooyoung quickly took the booklet and told you and yunho to go out in the car, he'll take care of the bill.

'youngie, baby, at least let me see it.' you whined to him. you couldn't help to notice the cringe look on the waiters face.

'no, i said no more complaining.' he said half sternly, patting your hip to get a move on, 'i'm paying and you can't do anything about it, baby doll!'

you huffed dramatically, but stood up to leave, 'alright, be quick.' and you don't know what came over you but you leaned down and grabbed his face to kiss him deeply. he didn't understand where this came from either but smiled into the kiss nonetheless.

when you straightened up, the look of shock and disgust on the waiters face was priceless. you bit back a smirk and grew even bolder, taking yunhos hand in yours you said, 'lets go baby.' and started walking out.

when you were outside yunho asked, 'what was that about?' he had a small smile on his lips but still a little shocked by your behaviour.

'did you see the waiters face? he was disgusted that i kissed wooyoung, and not in a normal way, in the way that he couldn't believe woo, and you, are with someone like me.' you said, smiling triumphantly remembering his face.

'what?' he questioned. he understood your insecurities around your body and understood, through you explaining to them, how others perceive you, especially next to them and with them.

before you could answer him, wooyoung was storming towards you two, clearly mad. he curtly asked yunho for the keys to the car, he hesitated for a moment but did eventually hand them over, seeing the other man seething. woo roughly opened the drivers door and said. 'get in.' you and yunho looked at each other confused but quickly got in the car to not anger him more.

'what happened?' you asked when you were seated.

'nothing.' he nearly growled as he threw the car in drive and half hazardly left the parking lot.

'whoa, wooyoung,' you exclaimed as you were thrown against the door by the rough turn he took, 'calm down, please. pull over and tell us what happened?'

'its not worth repeating the filth he said.' he said in a low rumble, through clenched teeth.

'can you at least pull over to calm down a bit?' yunho asked from the backseat, concern laced his voice.

wooyoung didn't answer but did find another parking lot to pull into. it was luckily half empty, because he might have hit something if there was. he parked, taking up a few spaces, and let out a deep breath. his hands were still holding the steering wheel in a death grip, knuckles white.

you and yunho just waited with bated breath for him to say anything. he was panting but now through some deep breaths began to calm down and even out his breathing.

'we're never going back to that goddamn place.' wooyoung finally broke the silence. even though he had calmed down some, his words still held venom.

'we don't have to.' you said evenly, you wanted to reach out and touch him, give him some comfort but it wasn't the right time yet.

after a few more moments of tense silence he spoke again, 'i wont repeat what he said but he insulted our y/n.' he finally confessed what had angered him so much.

you saw yunhos confused face and him about to ask who, but you realized who and mouthed 'waiter' at him. he made an o with his lips then asked, 'why would he say something?'

reluctantly woo answered, 'he said he was going to ask for my number but..' he trailed off, hitting the steering wheel, most likely remembering whatever the waiter said.

'whatever he said, it doesn't matter. i have you and yunho, i know you two love me, nothings going to change that.' you said firmly, trying to comfort him.

'no!' he turned on you then, 'those filthy words should never come from anyone's mouth about anyone, how could someone say that about someone just because of their size or how they look.' his voice started quivering and you could see tears well up in his eyes, 'you've told us of things people have said to you, but we've never heard them before. this dirtbag said something so horrible about my partner to my face. i cant imagine the things that have been said to your face and how that feels. i'm so sorry baby, i'm sorry the world is so cruel.' the tears were now streaming down his face, and he had grabbed your hands in his.

you were used to the things people would say about your plus size figure, so you could only imagine what the waiter had said. but you had learned that someone like that, their opinion didn't matter, so you didn't let it get to your head as often anymore. and you had tried to convey all this to the boys in the past, they had gotten it to an extent, but really if you don't experience something, you cant really truly understand it.

'it's okay wooyoungie.' you said calmly, squeezing his hands in reassurance, 'i know its upsetting, but its okay, i've learned how to deal with it and it doesn't affect me anymore. please forget about it, and don't let that ruin the day.' you reached up to wipe away the still flowing tears. 'my precious kitten, don't cry anymore please.'

he leaned into your touch, trying his best to still his tears, 'i know, my love, i know. but its hard to forget when its the first time something like that has been said to my face. its so horrible.'

you nodded in understanding, then leaned over the center console to kiss him. you started with a soft, hopefully reassuring, kiss, but he quickly deepened it, trying to escalate it. he brought his hands up to your face to bring you closer. he eventually moved from your lips to kiss all over your face, and you began to giggle at the ticklish feeling of his lips on your skin and at how cute and endearing he was.

he leaned over even closer and whispered in your ear, 'i would take you right here and now, if you'd let me. show you how beautiful and sexy i think you are.'

before you could tell him you already knew how he saw you yunho pipped up, or more like choked out, 'you could.'

you both looked at the tall man sitting in the back seat, his face was flushed and he had an obvious tent growing in his pants.

'no, we have other things to do today. we can fuck later tonight, at home.' you told the two, now lust filled boys.

'we can pull behind this building and woo can eat you out.' yunho suggested.

'n-'

'yea, yea, lets do that,' woo spoke over your protest. already trying to get you in the backseat, while yunho got out to get in the drivers seat.

'no, but what about you two?' you tried, already knowing their answer, as you got into the back seat, wooyoung following, settling onto the floor in front of you.

'no we'll be fine, princess. especially today, its all about you.' yunho answered, already driving the car to hide it behind the building.

wooyoung now in position between your legs, moved your dress out of the way and began rubbing his hands up your thighs. he licked his lips as his eyes never left your clothed core.

'wait, wait, is there at least a towel in here?' you asked before he could really dive in.

he looked around and into the seat pocket and found the clean, small towel you kept in the car for occasions like this. you lifted your hips to allow woo to place the towel under your ass, and moving your dress further up out of the way.

once you were settled, he promptly threw your legs over his shoulders and began to kiss up your thighs. he licked and left love bites along the way as well. as woo was working up to your now soaked core, you made eye contact with yunho in the sun visor mirror, he had also positioned the rearview mirror to watch wooyoung work. he had pulled out his hard on and was lazily stroking it, your mouth watered at the sight.

wooyoung had finally reached your core and began kissing over your soaked panties. you moaned as his nose just barely brushed your clit, and you felt him smile against you.

'don't tease, baby, we have to be quick.' you whined out, resisting the urge to grab his hair and push him into your cunt, you didn't want anymore signs of your scandalous activities. you found one of his hands to lock fingers with.

he smirked up at you, before using his free hand to push your panties aside and plunge a finger into your heat. you let out a low moan at the feeling, and rolled your hips to get more friction. he laughed before dipping down to take your clit between his lips, giving it a harsh suck.

'ooohhhhhh, youngieee.' you nearly squealed out, nearly coming on the spot. from the front seat, yunho let out his own moan, the grip on his cock tightening, the red tip leaking. your mouth watered even more.

you continued to let out breathy moans and high whines, as wooyoung continued to work over your sensitive bud. he soon added another finger, now curling them in that delicious way that made you see stars. you let your legs fall open further, letting him have more access. his ministrations began to speed up as your moans got higher and more frequent. he could feel your cunt squeeze his fingers, a tell that you were close. he began to moan into you and sped up his movements. a few more flicks of his tongue and curls of his fingers, white hot pleasure tore through you as you gushed all over his face. he happily lapped up all your juices while helping you ride out your high. soon enough though you became too sensitive and tried to push his head away. he licked up your folds a few more times before he leaned away, moving your panties back in place, and licking his lips and cleaning off his fingers.

'young-ah.' yunho panted from the drivers seat. he was still stroking himself and clearly very close. wooyoung quickly jumped into the passenger seat and took yunho into his mouth. only a few deep bobs of his head and yunho was groaning the way he does when he cums. woo kept bobbing and sucking, making sure he got every drop.

'thank you.' yunho said, still breathless, when woo came up. he smirked as he wiped his chin of any remaining fluids, then leaned in to kiss yunho.

you bit your lip and clenched your thighs together as you watched your boyfriends make out. wooyoung slightly pulled away for a moment to place his fingers that had been inside of you, into yunhos awaiting mouth. he eagerly sucked on woos fingers, tasting you and moaning as his eyes rolled back and he closed them. woo chuckled as he began to kiss along yuns jaw and down his long beautiful neck. you whined at the lack of attention you were getting. you loved watching them play with each other, but you were normally all closer and touching, and frankly you were just being a little selfish and just wanted them to be all over you.

'ohh my pretty princess, you taste so good.' yunho breathed out

'c'mere then.' you said, lust still heavy in your voice.

he leaned the seat back and turned as much as he could, you leaned forward to grab his face and kiss him. you slightly tasted yourself and his own release on his lips, transferred from woos lips. you lathed your tongue against his to get more of the taste, you loved when your releases were mixed together on your tongues. you continued to make out until he pulled away groaning at wooyoung trying to put him back in his pants.

'lets get back to the park.' woo said when he was done. he grabbed the baby wipes from the glove compartment, then got out to get in the backseat to clean you up.

'we could just go back to the apartment,' you said, mind still a bit hazy from your high, when he was seated next to you, you grabbed his face to kiss along his jaw and down his neck, he smiled at your antics as he cleaned between your thighs, 'we had fun at the park, now i just want my boys.' you breathed out as he kissed down your thighs and straightened out your dress.

'sorry baby, we have plenty of time the rest of the week.' he said as he sat up to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

he broke the kiss sooner then you'd like, 'how am i supposed to wait when you do that, youngie.' you whined, trying to chase his lips but he just turned his head, so you kissed his cheek.

'don't you want some of those sanrio prizes?' he asked sweetly, but his hand was rubbing up and down your exposed thigh, squeezing and kneading the sensitive flesh, tantalizingly close to where you wanted him most.

you let out an annoyed groan, pushing his hand away and crossing your arms across your chest, 'fine, but not too long, please. i really want the both of you now, you've got me all worked up.'

yunho groaned in the front seat, still watching you, his eyes boring holes in the mirror where he could see your plump chest pushed up further by your arms and jiggling when you huffed.

'just a few games, princess and we'll take you home and do whatever you want for the rest of the night.' he said, biting his lip and starting the car.

you smirked at him through the mirror, noticing where his eyes were watching. you just crossed your arms tighter.

'don't be a tease.' woo said, watching the both of you. he brought your legs across his lap, and pulled you closer to his side, his hand wide on your ass.

'what? like you.' you said in a sultry, teasing tone, leaning in to pretend to nip at his nose. he just smirked and nipped back at you.

you both just giggled at each other and you leaned into him, burying your face in his neck. yunho smiled fondly at the both of you through the mirror.

soon though you were back at the park. you let out a deep sigh against wooyoungs neck, and he chuckled as he kissed along your face. yunho opened the door for you two to get out. woo got out while carrying you bridal style. when you were out you told him to put you down, but he refused.

'you cant carry me the rest of the day.' you insisted, lightly smacking his chest.

'i would if you let me.' he said, finally letting you down while kissing along your jaw till he met your lips, and he pressed a long kiss to them.

yunho came up behind you to hug the both of you into your favorite hug sandwich. you leaned your head back to kiss yunho, and he gladly leaned down to kiss you. the three of you stood there for a moment, taking in the warmth of each other and happy to be holding each other.

woo pressed a kiss to the side of your head before he spoke, 'lets go, my loves.' he reached above your head to give yunho a kiss as well.

you broke apart to walk into the park, and you took one of their hands each in yours, locking your fingers and bringing them to your lips to place a kiss to them.

you went through a few games, the boys won something from each one. they got you a giant plush of your favorite sanrio character, and you participated in a few games, but mostly just watched them play. you loved just watching them sometimes. because of how they had gotten you worked up in the car, you did your best to tease them and get them to want to go home. and your obvious actions worked. you were heading home far sooner then wooyoung had planned, but none of you were complaining.

you stumbled into your apartment, attached to wooyoung, fervent kisses and frantic touches and trying to undress each other.

yunho was following, making sure to lock the door. he also began loosing clothes on the way to the bedroom.

you tried pushing wooyoung away for a moment. 'youngie, hang on,' he was still working his mouth along your neck, sloppily leaving love marks, 'why don't you and yuyu get the bed ready and i get ready in the bathroom,' you panted out, he finally brought his face up to yours, still close enough to brush his lips against yours, 'you two be ready with those beautiful cocks out for me, yeah, baby?'

both boys let out strained moans. you managed to get out of woos hold, and as you passed yunho to your bedroom, you traced your fingers along the band of his exposed underwear. he shivered and groaned as he followed you.

you quickly went to the bathroom and prepared yourself for your boys. you then stepped out into the bedroom in just your thong. you raised your hands to hold the doorway and brought one knee to bend over the other, trying to make a sexy pose. you took in the beautiful sight of your boys spread side by side on the bed waiting, stroking each other. all three of you let out moans at the sight of one another.

yunho crawls down the bed while making a come hither motion, you oblige, and walk over, slowly and sultry.

'i know just what to do with you like this.' he says once you meet him at the edge of the bed. he brought his hands to your hips, teasing his fingers along your panties.

you didn't get a chance to kiss or even touch him, before he threw you up onto the bed, then dragged your hips up and back so you were on all fours. he stood behind you and roughly trust his cock against your ass, a guttural groan in his throat. yunho was such a sweet puppy the rest of the time, but when he let himself go, let himself go to his lust and primal urges, he became feral. you loved to see the turn in nature, and loved to be manhandled by him.

'teasing us all day with that dress and this damn thong!' he growled out, 'which we could see through the dress by the way, dirty girl.'

you moaned at his words, pushing your ass back against his leaking cock. he grunted and twitched away. then he brought a hand to your core, pushing the offending material aside and quickly plunging in two fingers. you squealed and tried to move your hips away but his hold on you only tightened. he brought you flush against him, his cock nestled in between your plush ass cheeks. he began to roughly work you open with his fingers, too desperate to prep you properly.

a few more rough thrusts of his fingers he pulled his hand away to take his cock and line himself up to your hole. he rested the tip there for a moment, he then took the string of thong from between your cheeks, pulled it far and let it go to snap against your cheek. at the same time he thrust in most of the way, causing you to cry out in both pain and pleasure, tears brimming your eyes.

'yunho, too much.' you whine, still trying to wiggle out of his strong grasp.

'you wanted us to fuck you, didn't you, pretty?' he said, your sweet boyfriend long gone, lost to his own lust and need. though he was still, giving you a moment to breathe.

'yes, but i normally take youngie first, your too big yunnie.' you whined, but also began to slowly move yourself back onto him. he met your movements and pushed in slowly. he chuckled lowly at your actions that opposed your words.

'just keep breathing, baby' he reminded you as he squeezed and groped your plush ass.

he let out continuous groans and moans as he watched himself sink further into your warmth. once he was fully sheathed he let out a satisfied sigh.

'fuck,' you moaned out, 'your so deep, baby. i love how you fill me up so well.'

'yea,' he breathed out as he slowly started to pull out again, 'you like being fucked stupid on my big dick? just being a cum dump for the two of us?'

you could only nod and whine in response, as the delicious feeling of him stroking your walls was all you could think about.

wooyoung had been watching the two of you, enjoying the show yunho was putting on, slowly stroking himself lazily. you watched him through bleary eyes. you tried to reach out to take his pretty cock in your hand but he didn't let you, instead pulling you forward a bit to deepen your arch.

you moaned as you felt the head of yunhos cock tug at your entrance. you tried to push back on him to push him back in, but yunhos hold on you was too strong, which equally frustrated you and turned you on.

'c'mon yuyu,' you said in a teasing tone, 'you said you'd fuck me stupid, but here i am still making full sentences.'

he let out a low chuckle, which just went straight to your core, and said, 'be careful what you ask for, pretty princess.'

then he slammed into you, making your ass jiggle just how he liked, and he began to set an unrelenting pace. more tears formed in your eyes, but from overwhelming pleasure. every punishing stroke sent more and more pleasure running through you. he hit a sweet spot deep inside you with every thrust. you were gushing and getting closer to release by the second. the sounds of your combined moaning and the slapping of skin was absolutely pornagraphic, and you loved every second of it. just a few more deep and hard thrusts and you were cumming and screaming, your release flooding yunhos thighs as his release filled you. he continued to lazily thrust to help you through your high, but soon stilled inside you. you both stayed like that as you tried to catch your breaths, panting and humming in satisfaction.

he gave your ass another firm squeeze before slowly pulling out of you. you whined at the loss of the full feeling he provided, but then felt him tug your underwear down and off of you. he had gently eased you down so you were now lying on your stomach, still a bit hazy and happy. he lay down next to you, admiring your fucked out face.

you were so out of it, you didn't notice wooyoung moving until he was turning you over and pulling your legs over his shoulders and kissing up your thighs messily. you let out a strangled whine when his mouth latches onto your core. he sucked your over sensitive bud between his lips, his tongue poking out to also prod and stimulate you.

'youngie please,' your voice cracked, and tears fell from your eyes, 'i'm too sensitive.'

you tried to push his head away helplessly but he just shoved his face in deeper and held on tighter. yunho took your hands and pinned them above your head in just one of his large hands. he shot you a teasing smile before dipping his head to attach his mouth to your breast. you involuntarily arched into him and let out another pained whine.

wooyoung had taken the slightest pity on you and detached from your clit, only to plunge his tongue into your dripping hole. he moaned as he greedily lapped up yours and yunhos combined releases. he spread your legs wider to get more access, doing his best to get impossibly deeper and drink up all your juices. yunho, still suckling your breasts, helped spread you by pulling one leg up and across his lap. you felt his hard cock against your thigh and felt him begin to lazily hump you, as he moaned against your skin.

now with more access to you, wooyoung slightly pulled away, panting against your soaked folds, sending a shiver through you. he quickly replaced his tongue with two of his fingers. dissatisfied with the lack of squeeze you gave them, due to you having been stretched already by yunho, he added a third, and began curling them and rubbing that sweet, spongy spot that got your moans climbing higher. he groaned before taking your clit between his lips again. he continued his delicious ministrations, and with yunhos lips and body against you, the knot below your tummy was close to snapping. woo gently grazed his teeth against your swollen bud and gave a harsh suck and you were seeing stars. white hot pleasure rushed through you, lighting up every nerve, and your body began to tremble. you were gushing all over wooyoungs face but he just happily lapped up every drop. he continued his movements to help you ride out your high, but thankfully slowed as well, until he was just lazily lapping at your folds.

yunho had pressed his head into your chest, grunting, moaning and panting in desperation, as his hips erratically humped your thigh until he came all over your leg and tummy. his grip on your hands and leg loosened as he slumped against you. his face still pressed between your boobs, one of his favorite places to be, a satisfied smile on his pretty lips. he brought his arms to hug around you, and moved to cuddle into your side, spent and happy.

wooyoung hadn't come yet though, so he had begun to lick up yunhos cum off your skin. up your leg and tummy. he also kissed up your tummy, nipping and leaving love marks on your skin. no one enjoyed your plush belly more then wooyoung.

'm sorry, baby,' he mumbled against your skin, just before plunging his hard and aching cock into your warm hole.

you whined as he seated himself balls deep. he didn't reach as far as yunho, but he was slightly thicker and he had more veins which gave him a delicious texture that had your walls quivering with every drag.

'i understand baby, its okay,' you reassured him.

he got a firm grip on your hips, your flesh spilling between his fingers, which he couldn't get enough of, and raised them enough to get a good angle before he began to slowly pull out and thrust back in. he set a slow and steady pace, both due to his lack of energy and to try to not overstimulate you too much. he let out whines and high moans, music to your ears, as his forehead pressed into the top of your belly. you could feel how he tried his best to keep a gentle slow pace, so you tapped the side of his head. when he looked up at you, eyes glossy, you nodded to him to let him know he could go the pace he wanted. he let out a sound as if asking for confirmation, and you nod again and cup his cheek in your hand. as he nuzzles into your touch and closes his eyes, he picks up his pace. more whines and moans begin falling from his beautiful, swollen lips. soon his movements became sloppy and he was filling your cunt with his warm release. his face twisted in pure bliss, lips forming a silent o. the feeling of him filling you and the look of his beautiful o face made another orgasam crash into you, and you cried out with the unexpected high. both boys quickly turned their heads to you with a surprised but satisfied look.

wooyoungs hips slowed and soon stilled, still deep inside you. before his knees could give out on him, woo hastily moved you up the bed, doing his best to stay in you, just enough so he could climb on top of you, placing himself so he was facing yunho on your chest. yunho wrapped his arm around woo and pulled you both tight together and against him.

the three of you stayed like that for some time, basking in the after glow of your highs and each others touch and presence. wooyoung mindlessly tracing patterns in your skin, yunhos face pressed into the juncture of your neck, all of your breaths slowly evening.

eventually though all the fluids began to dry and become uncomfortable on our skin. it must've felt uncomfortable to yunho too because he was the first one to speak and move.

'should i get a bath ready?' he whispered into your skin.

you answered as you let out a deep sigh, 'if you can, that would be lovely, baby, thank you.'

'wait,' woo exclaimed as he sat up, 'i want both of us in her pretty pussy, she's stretched enough. lets clean up quickly in the shower then do that, please!' he pleaded, shiny puppy eyes and a pretty pout graced his features. you dont know where this sudden burst of energy came from, as he had seemed like he was about to fall asleep not a minute ago.

'she already came three times, four counting the car earlier, she's probably tired, woo, we have all week for more fun.' yunho spoke up, propping himself up on his elbow.

'thank you for your concern yuyu, but i'd like to do it. i was hoping for that anyway, you know its one of my favorite positions.' you reassured him, as you rubbed his arm, 'i'm a little tired but a quick wash and i'll be good to go.'

he contemplated for a another moment, looking between you and wooyoung, before he relented, 'okay, lets go wash up.'

wooyoung jumped up off the bed and ran to the bathroom excitedly to start the shower. yunho moved to lift you and carry you to the shower. you gladly allowed him, clinging to him like a koala, him your tall strong tree. as you held onto him with your arms around his broad shoulders, you kissed along his pretty neck and along his jaw. he giggled at your actions as he entered the shower. wooyoung came up behind you and grabbed your ass right away.

'ya, young-ah, is that any way to greet me?' you say in a joking mad tone.

he just gives you a cheeky smile and squeezes your ass more while stepping closer, 'when its presented to prettily for me, how can i not?'

you just rolled your eyes as you turned your face back to yunho, capturing his lips in a deep kiss. woo continued to massage your supple flesh as you made out with yunho. woo groaned out as he admired your ass, and you and yunho moaned into each others mouths. it continued to get hotter and steamy in the small space, warm water running over your bodies. you hadn't noticed where wooyoungs hands had traveled until you felt two wet fingers poke and prod at your used hole.

you broke apart from yunho, 'ahh youngie, not here.' you whined against yunhos shoulder.

'what? i'm just cleaning you up.' he said innocently.

yunho shifted and adjusted you to give woo more access to you. you whined again but arched into woos touch as he plunged his fingers in deeper. you knew what he was doing, he was working you open, prepping you for taking both of them, which you appreciated but if he kept up his delicious ministrations you might cum right here, right now and if you did, you didn't know if you could again when they did get inside you.

'ahh woo, that's enough now,' you moaned out, trying to push him away. he gave a few more teasing pumps before pulling his fingers out. you let out a final shaky breath.

you attempted to get out of yunhos arms, but he just held you tighter.

'i'm not letting you out of arms anytime soon, princess.' he smirked before kissing your frustrated expression off your face.

and before you could verbally protest that you needed to properly clean up, wooyoung reached around your belly, between you and yunho, with a soapy cloth to wash away any remaining bodily fluids. you sighed as you let the two of them take care of you. with yunho holding you and moving you to let wooyoung clean you and yunho, then woo quickly whipping himself down, you were soon out of the shower. in the same way, woo toweled you all down before leading you to the bed once again.

yunho got into the middle of the bed and lay down with you on top of him, 'your sure your up for more?' he asked, still concerned.

'yes, you two do all the work anyway.' you answered him with a smile and kissed his soft lips.

he broke the kiss with a sharp gasp. wooyoung, who was behind you and between yunhos legs, had taken some lube and started pumping yunho. when you saw this over your shoulder, and woos satisfied smile at yunhos reactions, you decided to help work him up. you began to kiss and suck down yunhos neck. because you didn't have any other commitments the next few days, you didn't hesitate to leave deep purple marks along his beautiful neck. he continued to groan and his breathing quickened. his hands roaming and groping at your body.

you then let out a gasp and a high pitch whine as you felt wooyoung insert yunho into you. both you and yunho moved in tandem to sheath him fully inside you. both your hips began to move on their own, as you moaned out in pleasure. you could hear wooyoung get some more lube and pump himself as he watched you suck in yunho. he groaned at the sight, a beautiful thing to behold and he could watch it forever. but he knew you wanted both of them as much as he did, so he brought one hand to your ass to still your movements. you whined in protest, which soon turned into a moan as woo teased his tip along your entrance, nudging up against yunho.

'fuck your still so tight, doll.' a guttural groan emanated from his chest and it made you squeeze around yunho, causing him to also groan. 'c'mon baby don't do that, you gotta relax and let me in.'

''m sorry, you sound s'good.' you slurred out, already lost to the pleasure.

woo continued to prod with his tip as he gently pulled yunho out, trying to find some space to slip in. yunho began rubbing your sides, relaxing you, and kissing where he could reach along your face. you widened your legs to help and woo was able to slide in. it burned for a second before melting to mind numbing pleasure as they both moved inside you. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as they set a steady pace. both of them were gripping you and couldn't get enough of touching you. all of you were moaning and panting, moving mindlessly to chase your highs.

'cum for us, baby doll.' wooyoung panted out, he was slowly losing his rhythm, 'milk us dry with that pretty lil' cunt.'

you squeezed around the both of them and moaned at his words. with the way the both of them moved you and your clit rubbing against yunhos abdomen, your moans quickly began to go up in pitch. you gripped yunhos arms as you screamed into his neck. the knot below your belly snapped before you could really realize it was there. you gushed around the both of them as electric pleasure coursed through you. you had squirt, that and how good the orgasm was, was the best you had in a long time. yunho came deep inside you with a deep groan you could feel all through you as you lay on his chest. woo was not far behind with a high moan, and he watched as he slowly pumped in and out to get the fluids to leak out and drip down his and yunhos shafts. he could do that forever but he stopped at both yours and yunhos whines of protest from over stimulation.

wooyoung stopped but stayed seated inside you. he leaned down to kiss along your back. 'was it good baby?' he asked against the side of your head.

both you and yunho answered with an affirmative hum. the three of you paused a moment before bursting into giggles. which didn't last long, as your laughter squeezed the men that were still inside you. they groaned and hissed a little at the sensitivity and gently pulled out. you whined at the loss, but woo groaned again watching your used and spent hole squeeze and flutter, dripping out more of the combined release. he dove down to lick up your folds, happily lapping at the sweet juices.

you whined, far too sensitive, 'no, woo, no, i cant.' you tried to push him away, 'm too sensitive, i cant.'

'please, mommy, please one more.' he whined into your cunt.

he didn't listen and just laid down between yunhos legs and pulled you down to sit on his face. he continued to lap and eat you like a starved animal. you didn't have the energy to fight him, so just allowed him his joy, as tears started to form in your eyes. you also didn't have the energy to move from yunho, so you just cried against his abdomen. he gently rubbed you arms as you gripped what you could of his.

you were so over stimulated but that familiar knot began to form once again. woo continued to suck your clit, lick and prod your hole, lapping up all the release he could gather. along with the stimulation of you clit against his nose when he was laving your hole, he slowly and expertly brought you to a gentle, final high. though you had tears streaming down your face, you chanted out yes's and thank yous with a smile on your face. it was a gentle and warm orgasm that melted you further into both men.

wooyoung continued slowly lapping up your remaining juices then gently kissed your lower lips and thighs, then moved you so he has smothered by your belly, his arms wrapped around your thighs and hands resting on your hips. you felt his satisfied smile but you were still concerned about actually smothering him.

'woo, love, your gonna suffocate.' you barely had the energy to get the words out.

'and i'd die happy.' he said, muffled by your plush.

'but i wouldn't be.' you said, giving yunho a look to help you.

he moved to help lift you away from woo but he just held on. he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his face further into your belly. so yunho just helped you lay on your back, as woo continued to nuzzle you. you sighed at his antics but began running your fingers though his hair, and he practically started purring. yunho chuckled at him, then leaned down to give you a quick kiss. he also kissed wooyoungs head before getting up to start a bath.

'you cant stay there forever.' you sighed out a moment later when yunho returned to gather you into the bath.

'yes i can.' he sounded like a whiny kid, still muffled by you. holding you even tighter, and letting out a defiant grunt.

'be good now, please baby. we need to get fully cleaned up and go to bed. aren't you tired youngie?' you asked.

'yea, so lets just sleep now.' he whined again.

'c'mon woo, you know what she did last time you didn't listen.' yunho said.

that got his attention, as he soon moved while still grumbling, picking you up to carry you to the bathroom, face still buried in your neck. yunho had to guide him so he wouldn't trip or bump into anything. when you were in the bathroom, yunho turned off the hot water, then got in himself and guided woo to step in. while the boys didn't particularly enjoy how hot you liked the water, they did it for you. yunho sat back as woo sat you and himself between yunhos legs, still clinging to you tightly. after some adjusting you were comfortably in yunhos embrace, his long limbs encircling both of you, with wooyoung half on his side against your chest, nuzzling as much as he could, hands still holding as much of your plush flesh as he could. one of your hands calmly rubbed his back as the other played with his hair. all of you let out satisfied, relaxed sighs as you melted into the warmth of the water. you spent a long time in the bath, soaking in each others presence and letting your toes get pruney.

once the water got cold, you all got out to properly wash off and get ready for bed. you all gently washed each other, marveling at all the marks you left on each other. giggling and quietly remembering the wonderful, fun filled day. these moments were just as precious. you were so grateful to have two people who loved you so deeply and dearly. you all quickly dried off and got dressed for bed. you had to change the sheets but that went quick and smoothly with the three of you. and soon enough you were under fresh blankets, between your two warm lovers. you softly drifted into a calm sleep as you were held by their arms, and happy smiles on all your faces.

[starlightkun]

⏯ word count: 9.5k ⏯ genre: fluff, established relationship, band au, punk drummer!sungchan, sequel to filler episodes, reader isn’t completely boring anymore! yay!, she’s still figuring it out a little bit but it’s not a full-fledged quarter life crisis anymore, ft. shotaro/eunseok/wonbin as sungchan’s bandmates, and nct dream 00 line as reader’s normal friends™ ⏯ warnings: the usual cursing, and reader briefly gets creeped on in a scene but gets out of there pretty quick, and that’s really it! if i missed any please let me know ⏯ extra info: this is the sequel to filler episodes, it cannot be read as a standalone! ⏯ author’s note: guys i almost died writing this they’re so cute 🤧 ⏯ now playing… pluto – xdinary heroes | undercover – a.c.e | injured crow – bears in trees

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He didn’t pull away when the kiss broke, affectionately nuzzling his nose with yours again. “Yeah…” he murmured, a content smile on his face. “I get it.”

“Get what?”

“The sappy love songs, all the wars, carving things in trees, the locks on bridges, all of it.”

The excited hum of the crowd was audible from backstage as you helped the band with their final checks before going on.

“Shotaro, your in-ears,” you handed said equipment to the frontman.

“Oh, I was looking for those! Thanks!” He grinned as he took them from you, slipping one in his ear.

“Wonbin, I thought you weren’t going to wear more white shirts after you stained the one from yesterday blue with your sweat,” you reminded the guitarist, fixing a piece of his freshly-dyed dark blue hair that was out of place.

He looked down at his white tank top as if just remembering this, then shrugged. “This was the only clean shirt I had.”

“Laundry. We’re all doing laundry tomorrow,” you declared, looking around for the remaining members. “Where are the other two?”

“We’re here, we’re here,” Sungchan appeared at your side, Eunseok right behind him, tucking his shirt in. “Just had to use the bathroom.”

“Alright, everyone good?” You pointed at all of them, receiving various yeses and thumbs-up in return.

Another crew member called out two minutes before they had to go on, and you started backing away as they grabbed their instruments. “Okay, good luck, have fun, I’ll see you guys after.”

“Thanks, Y/N!” The other three members beamed at you, attentions turning to the stage in front of them.

Sungchan hung back with you for another moment, cupping your cheek with a hand to pull your lips to his. “Thank you, baby.”

“Good luck, Sungchan,” you murmured, giving him one more peck. “I love you.”

“Love you more.” He let you go with a grin.

You emerged from backstage almost directly in the crowd, having to pass through a set of curtains and step over one rope until you were in the packed venue. Feeling a bit bad as always, you tried to squeeze through the people as nicely as you could. A staff member of the venue who was standing up by the stage and facing the crowd eyed you as you got closer and closer, and you held up the lanyard around your neck indicatively. Hanging from the lanyard was a crew member badge for the headliner band. Roses for Eyes hadn’t been able to get any of their own made—both due to how last-minute of an addition they were, and because they didn’t really have any crew or staff of their own, relying pretty much on the headliner’s crew and you—so you had been given a badge from the headliner’s crew to allow you to move freely in the venues.

The venue staff member relaxed and nodded, gesturing between them and the barricade, asking if you needed to get in there. You shook your head, stopping a few people behind barricade and off to the side.

As the guys came out and started their first song, you pulled out your phone to start taking pictures. On top of becoming the de facto tour manager for Roses for Eyes, you had also been in charge of taking videos and pictures of all the performances for their social media. They only had a thirty-minute set, and you always felt the pressure to capture all the best moments from each night.

You were focusing in on Wonbin’s guitar solo when you became aware of a presence over your shoulder. Thinking it was just someone in the crowd trying to get closer, you shuffled forward as best you could while still recording Wonbin.

“Hey.” A guy’s voice was right by your ear, making you nearly jump out of your skin.

The guitar solo was over, and as you switched back into taking pictures, you offered a polite nod to the man next to you in the crowd who had spoken to you. “Hi.”

“They’re good, right?” He was still shout-talking to you over the music.

“Yeah, they’re awesome.” You agreed, catching the perfect moment of Eunseok and Shotaro jamming out together.

“You a fan?”

“Uh-huh. Big fan.”

The lights went down for a dramatic rise back up into the next song, and you pointed your camera at Sungchan, knowing he always went hard on the intro of this one.

“So are you here by yourself?”

“I’m working,” you told him shortly, flashing your badge at him.

He either didn’t get the hint or didn’t care. “Cool, cool. So are you single?”

“Nope.”

“Really?”

Rolling your eyes, you decided to stop answering, focusing back on your job.

“Come on, what’s—” As soon as his hand grabbed your upper arm, you whipped around to shake him off.

“Fuck. Off.” You glared at him, lowering your phone as you focused on this problem.

“So you were lying. About not being single?”

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you hissed back. “Doesn’t matter if I’m single or not.”

He held his hands up. “We got off on the wrong foot. Can I try again?”

“No. Fuck off.”

A group of women who had been off to the side of you must have taken notice of what was going on, as two of them stepped in between you and the man, staring down at him from the top of their very tall platform boots.

“She said fuck off.” One of them spat at him. “We heard her tell you twice.”

“We were just talking.” He looked at you sheepishly, as if expecting you to defend him.

“No, we weren’t.” You retorted.

“So fuck off.” Another woman took a step closer to him, crossing her arms over her chest.

He muttered something about bitches as he slunk off into the crowd. You let out a breath of relief as the women swarmed you to check on you.

“Are you okay?” The first woman who had stepped in bent down to ask you.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assured them. “Thank you, really.”

“Of course!” A third one fixed your jacket for you. “We weren’t going to stand around with that happening right in front of us!”

“Do you want to watch the rest of the concert with us?” The first woman offered. “We’ll keep you tucked in safe right in the middle of us.”

You flashed them an appreciative smile. “If you don’t mind, then please.”

“Oh my god, of course!” They welcomed you into their group, encircling you, and letting you get lost in their fun energy for the night.

At the end of the show, you were sat at the band’s merch table. In addition to being the de facto tour manager and photographer/videographer, you also usually managed the merch table for Roses for Eyes. The headliner had plenty of crew to spare to work it, but you wanted to help however you could, and this was honestly one of your favorite parts. Various members usually came to hang out by the merch table and meet and talk with the concert goers, and you loved hearing all the praise that was showered on the guys. Almost nobody had heard of them before coming to the concerts, but it made your chest puff up with pride at how many people stayed just to tell the guys how much they loved their set.

Roses for Eyes didn’t have a lot of merch. In fact, they had exactly one kind of t-shirt, and CDs of their one and only semi-professionally recorded EP for sale. Which made your job easier, you just had to either hand them a CD, or ask their size in shirt.

“Oh my god, you’re here too!” Your next customers were the women who you had spent almost the whole concert with, their eyes sparkling with recognition and delight at you.

“Yes, I am!” You laughed as one reached out to fix your hair. “I’m everywhere, I swear. What can I get you guys?”

They each got a shirt, and a couple got CDs too. As you ran their cards and accepted their cash, they raved to you about the show.

“You know, I’d never heard of them before this, but they were so good!”

“That’s what everyone says,” you replied with a grin.

“I loved the first song they played, that was like—” She started mimicking the melody, and you recognized it immediately.

“Ah, ‘Lonely as Mars’!” You perked up. “That’s one of my favorites.”

“What’s your favorite song then?”

“Oh, I can’t say.” You grinned. “It’s not released yet…”

They all laughed and giggled at this. One peeked at the track list of the CD she had just bought from you again before looking up at you. “Guess we’ll have to wait until it’s released then, huh?”

“Yes, yes, please keep an eye out!” You couldn’t help it, you were proud of your boyfriend and the rest of your friends.

“Alright, beautiful, we’ll stop holding up your line.” One of them chuckled, giving your cheek a final tweak before the four of them moved over to the short line to chat with the band.

You couldn’t pause on that moment for too long, as more patrons came up to your table.

Once people had finally started trickling out of the venue, and you had no line left in front of either your merch table or to meet the band, you were unsurprised when Sungchan pulled up an extra folding chair next to you.

“You know,” he let out a sigh, scooting right up next to you until your legs were pressed together. “I think we need to completely deck you out in Roses for Eyes merch from head to toe.”

“One, you guys don’t even have that much merch. Two, I think all that would accomplish would be making me looking like a crazed fan.”

“Aren’t you?”

“I am your biggest fan,” you acquiesced with a giggle at how serious he looked, squeezing his leg. “But we need security to let me in, you know.”

“What about a shirt with my face on it?”

“I think that’d be even worse.”

“It can say ‘CREW’ on the back or something.”

You laughed again. “I did tell that guy I was working, you know. Which did nothing.”

“I know, baby, I’m not mad at you.” Sungchan put an arm around the back of your chair, leaning in closer to inform you, “I was up on stage wishing I could’ve been kicking his face instead of the bass drum.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t hop off stage just to beat up somebody in the crowd.” You whispered back. “Even if it would’ve been deserved.”

“God, I don’t know if I can take another month of hearing you get hit on from right next to me.” He was presumably referencing times like now, with you at the merch table and him nearby talking to patrons.

“You think I like hearing people compliment your tattoos as an excuse to feel up your arms?”

“I don’t let them!” He protested. “And sometimes they do actually like my tattoos!”

“I know, Sungchan,” you snickered. “It’s hard being the hottest couple ever, isn’t it?”

“God truly gives his toughest battles to his sexiest soldiers,” Sungchan joked back, letting his arm drop down to your waist.

“Hey, on the bright side, tomorrow is the Venue:Hell show,” you reminded him. “I’ll have Jeno and Jaemin and my other two much less sturdy friends there. Not to mention Anton, Sohee, and Seunghan.”

He didn’t seem much happier about this, letting out a little grumble, “Mmm, alright.”

You looked around at the nearly empty venue, the only fans left chatting with a couple of the members from the headlining band by their table. “Do you think we can shut it down for the night?”

“Yeah, I think you’ve done plenty, baby.” He snuck a quick kiss to your temple. “So thankful for you.”

Your hometown was only a short, three-hour drive from the previous venue, so Roses for Eyes made the very cost-effective decision to drive straight there after the show to crash at the band’s apartment for the night instead of getting a hotel in the city right next-door. All of you let out groans of both relief and exhaustion when you finally opened the front door to their apartment. Luggage was immediately dropped on the floor of the living room as muttered ‘goodnight’s were lazily tossed over shoulders and everyone disappeared into their own rooms. After the five of you had been sharing two (or sometimes one) hotel rooms every night and a van every day for the past month, you knew everyone was glad to have some space again. You dropped onto Sungchan’s bed, a subtle happiness spreading out through you at being in the familiar surroundings again.

Sungchan flopped down pretty much on top of you, burying his face in your neck as he wrapped his arms around you tight.

“Night, baby,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, then left his face there, nuzzling his nose against your cheekbone. “Love you so much.”

“Mm, night, Sungchan.” You pulled one of his hands up to drop a peck on the back of his fingers. “Love you so much… even more…”

In the morning, you woke up still underneath Sungchan, and smiled to yourself, letting your eyes flutter shut. You fell asleep again for who knows how long, being woken up by gentle kisses being peppered all over your cheek.

Shifting a little bit, you squinted one eye open to offer Sungchan a sleepy smile. “Morning.”

“Did I wake you up?” He whispered. “Sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay, Sungchan,” you chuckled softly. “It was a great way to wake up.”

“I just woke up and saw you and I was thinking about how much I love and appreciate you,” he hummed, pressing two more kisses to your face. “Love you so much, and I’m so thankful for everything you’ve done for us, you know.”

“I was serious about being your biggest fan.”

“I know. But I mean, we would’ve already crashed and burned so many times on this tour without you. And you stepping up not only to manage, but take photos and run our merch table? You didn’t have to do any of that. I asked you to come with because I couldn’t stand the thought of going two months without you. Not because we needed a crew member.”

“But you did need a crew member. Several, actually,” you replied humorously. “And I wasn’t going to just tag along and do nothing. Even if you had a manager and social media person and a fully staffed merch table already, I would’ve found something.”

“I don’t doubt it.” He kissed the corner of your mouth. “God, I’m so in love with you. Love you so, so much I feel like I’m going to die.”

“Alright, well don’t do that,” you hummed, shifting onto your back and carding your fingers through his hair. You pulled him up to give him a kiss on the lips, laughing into his mouth when he dropped his full body weight back onto you again. “I love you too, Sungs. You big, clingy snugglemonster of a guy.”

“Your guy.”

“Yeah, you are.”

With your second load of laundry in the dryer, you hauled the stuff you’d just pulled out of the dryer into Sungchan’s room, dropping it onto his bed to start folding it. It’d all be going right back into your suitcases, but it was nice not having to do this in a laundromat.

You hadn’t heard a peep from the other three all morning, and as far as you knew, they were still passed out. Not that they were really morning people under normal circumstances anyway, but you figured they deserved to sleep in for today. If they weren’t up by the time Sungchan came back with lunch for everyone, you’d probably wake them up. After all, they had a show tonight, and you would need to be back on the road tomorrow morning.

Sungchan’s bedroom door opened again, your boyfriend poking his head in. “Food’s here.”

“Can you help me finish folding all this first?” You requested, and he obliged immediately, joining you by the mattress and picking up a t-shirt. “We should probably wake everyone else up so they can eat before the show.”

Suddenly, Sungchan started chuckling as he grabbed the next article of clothing to start folding.

“What’s so funny?” You questioned.

“Nothing, I was just thinking about how… normal this is.” He pointed between you, him, and the laundry. “After being on the road for a month, it’s weird. I love it, I love not being cooped up in hotel rooms with everyone and having to smell-test my clothes as I’m rushing to get changed to go on stage but—” He laughed again. “I don’t know, it’s crazy how I love even stupid little chores like laundry with you.”

“Ah, Sungchan.” You tossed aside the socks you had just paired up, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face into his back. “You’re going to make me explode if you keep saying stuff like that.”

“Explode because you love me so much, I presume?” His grin was audible in his voice as he kept moving around to fold the rest of the laundry.

You just nodded against his back, continuing to hold him.

“Are we going to eat lunch like this?” He asked, and that’s when you realized he had finished up the last few garments.

You let out a dramatic sigh, taking your arms back. “I guess not.”

“You want to wake up Taro and Eunseok while I get Wonbin?”

Knowing that he was willingly taking the short end of the stick, you agreed easily. “Sure.”

You knocked on Shotaro’s door first, waiting for a few seconds before knocking again after you got no response. This time, you heard a garbled ‘Eh?’ from inside.

“Taro? You up?” You called out.

He groaned, and you could hear his feet as he shuffled over to open his door. The frontman rubbed his eyes and yawned. “Mm, hey. What time is it?”

“Lunchtime,” you informed him. “Good morning.”

“Oh, morning.” He grunted and stretched. “I’ll help you get Eunseok up.”

The two of you approached the bassist’s door together, and on the other side of the apartment, you could hear Sungchan’s unsuccessful attempts to wake Wonbin. Shotaro attempted very loud banging on the door once, and when he inevitably got no response, just threw it open. It was pitch black in the room thanks to Eunseok’s blackout curtains. You hung back by the doorway as Shotaro flicked the lights on then grabbed his bandmate’s shoulders.

Eunseok swore loudly, throwing an elbow out towards Shotaro as he rolled over and tried to push his face into his pillow.

“Nope!” Shotaro shook his shoulders again. “Come on, Eunseok! Wakey wakey! Good morning! Food! We have food! And if you don’t come eat it now, we’ll eat it all without you.”

Eunseok let out a long, slow sigh before sitting up straight in his bed. He pushed hair out of his face as he glowered at Shotaro. “If there’s no food, I’m going to cut your guitar strings one by one with kitchen shears while you watch.”

“Good morning, Eunseok,” you added with a snicker. He wordlessly flipped you off. You returned the gesture.

The three of you were already in the kitchen by the time Sungchan came back, practically dragging a still-snoozing Wonbin with him. Sungchan had a harrowed look on his face, while the guitarist yawned and nuzzled his cheek against your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Glad you could join us, sleepy,” you cooed, fixing Wonbin’s bedhead.

Shotaro and Eunseok finished making their plates and took them into the living room to eat—the guys had no dining table. You immediately started fixing two more plates of food in addition to your own, for Sungchan and Wonbin. Carefully balancing the three plates you brought them out to the living room as well, Sungchan dragging Wonbin behind you. He deposited Wonbin onto the couch next to Shotaro, and you set his plate and utensil down on the coffee table in front of him. Shotaro immediately took over prodding and waking Wonbin up to start eating, letting you and Sungchan squeeze into the armchair together with your food.

Roses for Eyes were doing their soundcheck that evening when you felt your phone start buzzing in your pocket. Checking it quickly, you saw that it was Jaemin, and stepped away to take the call.

“Hey!” You greeted him brightly, plugging your other ear to be able to hear him better. “Are you guys here?”

“Yeah, we can’t figure out which door to use?” He said, and in the background, you could hear the distant voices of Donghyuck and Renjun bickering. “And we don’t want to get the cops called on us or anything.”

“That wouldn’t happen, promise,” you snorted. “Places like this aren’t particularly fond of cops. Anyway, I’ll come get you! Are you by the front?”

“If the front is an unmarked rusted metal door, then yes.”

“Okay! Wait there!” You hung up.

Stepping back into the band’s eyeline, you lifted a hand to get their attention. They didn’t stop playing, but a couple of the members looked at you indicatively. You jerked a thumb at the exit and mouthed ‘be right back.’ Sungchan nodded, and Shotaro, who had been holding his mic with two hands anyway, gave you a thumbs-up.

Jogging through the venue, you opened the front door, squinting against the bright light of the sun for a moment. It was easy to find your friends, as Renjun presently had an arm around Donghyuck’s neck and Jaemin and Jeno watched on like they were two dads grilling at a cookout.

“Hey, guys!” You called out, running up to them.

“Y/N!” Jaemin whipped around, bright smile on his face as he went to hug you. “Oh my god, hey! You’re okay!”

“Hi, Jaem,” you laughed, hugging him back just as forcefully. “I didn’t go off to war, you know.”

“I know, I know.”

“Just ran off with my dirtbag boyfriend,” you couldn’t help but tease him, feeling as he scoffed, and perfectly imagining the eyeroll that came with it.

“Yeah, you haven’t let that one go, huh?”

“I’m afraid the guys are going to get matching shirts at this point.”

“I didn’t even call him your dirtbag boyfriend, I’m pretty sure I said—”

“Alright, you’re hogging her and now you’re nagging her,” Jeno interrupted, grabbing Jaemin’s shoulder.

Jaemin sighed and patted your head fondly as he let you go.

“Hey,” Jeno was beaming too as he grabbed you for a hug next.

“Hey, Jeno.” You squeezed him tight. “Thanks for the save, as always.”

“We used to be ‘the guys,’ you know?” Renjun had let Donghyuck go, and lodged his own teasing complaint as he gave you a brief hug. “Now it’s them?”

“I’m staying out of this one,” you announced, holding your hands up in surrender. “You all were my first ‘the guys,’ they’re my ‘the guys’ I’m around all the time right now, and Sungchan is, well, we all know—”

“Your dirtbag boyfriend!” Your friends said in unison, even Jaemin.

Renjun peered at your face inquisitively then, declaring, “You’re different.”

“What?” You tilted your head, absent-mindedly patting Donghyuck’s back in a one-armed hug.

“He’s right,” Hyuck agreed. “You’re not our same boring Y/N anymore.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment then,” you snorted. “Come on, you guys can catch the rest of their soundcheck.”

Walking back into the venue with the other four in tow, you could already tell which song they were playing just from the drum beat that reverberated up the stairs that you were descending. The air became noticeably cooler as you went underground.

“Ooh, you guys are lucky,” you told your friends over your shoulder. “They’re playing one that isn’t released yet. It’s my favorite.”

You emerged back to where the main stage was, staying put towards the back as the band kept playing. Your foot tapped along to the beat, and you hummed along to the melody under your breath as Wonbin started singing first. Your eyes strayed from the band over to your friends’ faces every so often, however, anxious to see if they were enjoying it at all. You could still remember clearly the only other time they’d seen Roses for Eyes perform, and how well that went. They were here to show their support for you as your friends, not because they actually liked your boyfriend’s band, you were aware of that.

Jeno was bobbing his head along to the music, Renjun didn’t seem to be outright put off by it this time, but it was Jaemin and Donghyuck that concerned you. Their heads were together as they seemed to be quietly talking, but they were too far away for you to distinguish anything they were saying.

An errant sound in the song made you snap your head back over towards the stage, and you could tell that the rest of the members had noticed it as well, all of them looking at Sungchan for a second as they continued performing. As the song finished, you walked up towards the stage, concerned frown on your face as you looked up at your boyfriend.

“You alright, Sungchan?” You questioned. “You came in early for the last verse and hit the snare instead of the toms…”

“Yeah, baby, I’m okay,” he reassured you, pushing some hair off his forehead that had stuck there. “Just got distracted and accidentally started doing the last verse for Lonely as Mars instead.”

“Mm, alright.” You sighed. “Drink some water. All of you! I’m going to ask them to turn the AC up in here, you guys are dripping already and there isn’t even a crowd yet.”

A chorus of ‘thanks, Y/N’s followed you as you turned from the stage. Your friends were still standing uncertainly by the back wall, and you detoured over to them for a second.

“Sorry, can you guys wait here a second?” You requested. “I have to talk to the venue staff, it’ll just be a minute. I’ll also grab you a few VIP passes or something.”

When you returned, with the AC successfully nudged down a few degrees and four of the headliner’s VIP passes in hand, you saw that your friends had approached the stage, and were chatting with the band. Shotaro was sat on the edge of the stage, tuning his guitar, as Eunseok stood behind him, Wonbin was splayed out on his back on the stage, and Sungchan was still sat at his kit, miming drumming so as to not distract the others. His brow was furrowed with concentration as he ran through a pattern, not paying mind to anybody else.

“Here you go,” you smiled, handing out the VIP passes to all your friends. You then turned to the band to announce, “It should start getting much colder in here soon.”

Wonbin just lifted a thumbs-up in response before flopping his arm back onto the ground next to him.

“Thanks, Y/N!” Shotaro beamed. He turned to your friends again, “Like I was saying, we don’t know what we would’ve done without her. I don’t know how we managed before her, honestly.”

“You guys were doing just fine.” You shook your head. “You got invited on this tour all on your own, I had nothing to do with that, remember?”

“Dumb luck,” Eunseok snorted. “Their first opener’s vocalist broke his leg.”

“But if you guys hadn’t already put in the work yourselves, and weren’t awesome, they wouldn’t have asked you to fill in.”

“Alright, maybe you have a point,” Shotaro grinned.

Sungchan had finished what he was doing, and lumbered over to the edge of the stage, hopping down to stand next to you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“Hi,” you smiled up at him. “You done already?”

“Seemed like everybody else was taking a break.” He gestured to the rest of his bandmates.

“Because you said you needed to run your solo in ‘Split Seconds’ again on your own,” Eunseok retorted.

Sungchan pointedly ignored him, turning to your friends instead, giving them all good-natured nods. “Good to see you guys again. Glad you could make it out.”

“Yeah man, you too,” Jeno gave him a smile back.

“Of course, thanks uh, for inviting us out here…” Jaemin looked around the underground venue that you all were in, having a hard time keeping the uncertainty from his face, if he was even trying.

“Yeah, that was really convincing,” you hissed, pinching his arm.

“Ow!” His hand flew to rub the spot that you had just wounded, a pout coming to his face.

“So, where will the safest place in the crowd be?” Renjun asked the band, gesturing to the empty area behind you all.

The band exchanged confused looks. You clarified, “They don’t want to be in the mosh pit.”

They let out unanimous ‘ohh’s, and Shotaro took over explaining.

“A pit usually forms in the center… front-ish.” He waved his hand over a large swath of the venue. “So if you stay off to the sides, you should be fine.”

“I’m usually up by the barricades and off to the side, since I’m taking photos and stuff,” you added.

“Honestly, you should try it,” Eunseok suggested. “One of the rules of a mosh pit is to look out for the other moshers. You shouldn’t get trampled or anything.”

Renjun shot a look at Donghyuck, who already had a mischievous grin on his face. “Lee Donghyuck, if you shove me into a mosh pit, so help me, I’m dragging you in with me.”

The other guys snickered, and you couldn’t help but smile at the familiar bickering of your friends.

Checking your phone for the time, you then nudged Sungchan’s side and started shooing the rest of the band back towards the stage. “Alright, break’s over. You guys need to finish your soundcheck so we can hand the stage over.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Eunseok saluted you as Shotaro hopped back to his feet and both of them started yanking Wonbin up.

Sungchan kissed your temple and squeezed your shoulder in a wordless ‘thanks’ and ‘be back soon’ before effortlessly climbing back on stage. You stepped back to stand with your friends as the band counted off for their next song.

“Shotaro said that you’re not just tagging along, you’re like, doing everything for them?” Jaemin lowered his voice as much as he could to keep the conversation between the two of you, but still be heard over the music. “Like, tour manager, running their merch table, photos and videos…”

“Huh?” You looked over at him from where you were watching Sungchan closely to see if he had gotten out of his funk from earlier. “Oh, yeah, yeah. They needed some help, it’s not like I was really doing anything else.”

“I thought you might at least pitch in like doing merch or something, but…”

“But what?”

“Do you think you’ll keep doing this? When you get back? Being their manager or whatever?” Your friend sounded genuinely curious. “They all said they really rely on you.”

The expression fell off your face as you blinked at him, having never genuinely considered this. You frowned and tilted your head. “I… don’t think so.”

“Why not?” After a beat, he half-joked, “Pay’s not great?”

You gave him a light-hearted eyeroll at that. “Not only are they covering my travel and lodging expenses, but they’re insisting on giving me a cut of the tour and merch proceeds, too. Whatever we actually end up making, if anything.”

“Not bad.”

“I mean, I filled in now because they needed someone now. But, I just don’t think that’d be good for me and Sungchan,” you admitted. “Pitching in at their merch table or even backstage every once in a while is one thing, but working together that closely and dating… I don’t think it’d be good to do for the long-term. You know?”

Jaemin nodded in understanding. “That makes sense. So you’ll be looking for a job when you get back?”

“Yeah, I’ll have to find something.” You shrugged. “Eventually.”

All of you were hanging out in the band’s area backstage when a venue staff member tapped you on the shoulder. You turned to her inquisitively, stepping away from the conversation to hear her properly.

She sighed and shook her head. “There’s three guys at the front claiming they’re with you all. They’re really insistent. Anton, Seunghan, and Sohee?”

The look on her face made it clear that she didn’t believe them, and she was expecting this whole errand to be a waste of her time.

“Oh, yeah, yeah!” You replied brightly. “Where are they? I’ll bring them in.”

“Front door.”

“Thanks!” You darted off through the building. Grabbing three more passes from the headliner’s crew first, you then poked your head out the front door.

A line had begun forming already, and off to the side were your three friends, waiting with a rather unamused-looking venue staffer. You walked over, greeting the staff member politely.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, Roses for Eyes’ crew.” You showed him your badge. “Thanks for letting us know. They’re good to come in.”

You were handing the guys their own lanyards as you spoke, and the employee glanced over you one more time before shrugging.

“Cool. You got it from here?” He asked.

“Yep. Thanks again.” You flashed him a smile before starting back towards the door. Addressing your friends over your shoulder, you added, “Hi, by the way. You guys weren’t giving them trouble, were you?”

“What? Us?” Sohee replied with mock offense. “Never!”

“Did you get a haircut or something, Y/N?” Seunghan asked suddenly.

“Huh?” You looked back at him. “No, my hair’s the same.”

“Maybe it’s the clothes,” Anton suggested. “I think is the first time we haven’t seen you in a pantsuit.”

You scoffed. “It wasn’t growing from my skin, you know.”

“Yeah, we know that now.”

“They’re right,” Sohee agreed. “Something’s different.”

“You think so?” You looked down at yourself, furrowing your brow thoughtfully. “That’s what my friends said too…”

“Did you dye your hair?” Seunghan was apparently still stuck on your hair. “Like, a different shade of the same color?”

“No, I didn’t change my hair.” You shook your head. “You guys are late, by the way. Completely missed both bands’ soundcheck.”

“Sorry, Mom,” Anton teased, making the other two snicker.

You turned around to grab his ear. “Not your mom, you little punk. Take out your mommy issues on some other girl.”

“Ow! Ow!” He whined. “Okay, fine, you’re way more like an aggressive older sister anyway.”

Sohee and Seunghan were still laughing at Anton, who cradled his wounded ear as the three of you reentered Roses for Eyes’ green room. It hadn’t been very spacious before, already rather cozy with the band, you and your friends, now a bit cramped with the addition of the other three.

“They’re finally here!” You announced loudly as you opened the door.

The band’s faces immediately lit up at seeing their friends again, welcoming them in.

“Your girlfriend’s a bully, Sungchan.” Anton apparently wanted to continue your hallway bickering.

“Whatever it was, you probably deserved it,” Sungchan replied without hesitation, putting him in a headlock and messing up his hair for good measure.

Packed into the crowd, with your friends all around you and Roses for Eyes’ music coming through the speakers by your head so loud that you could feel it rattling your ribcage, you couldn’t picture anywhere else you’d rather be in that moment. The crowd was unbelievably energetic, feeding right back into the guys’ performance, and you eagerly yelled back the lyrics to them, one of the few who did, but entirely uncaring of that fact as every time you caught your boyfriend’s eye, or one of your friends’ gazes up on stage, they would give you the wildest grin and continue singing along with you.

For their part, your friends did look like they were having fun. They danced with you, clapped and cheered between songs, and followed your lead on chants. Anton, Sohee, and Seunghan were of course having a blast, this was already their scene, and they broke away from you to join in on the mosh pit when it formed. They even managed to convince Donghyuck to come along, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you watched the four of them disappear into the throng.

Sungchan had taken you aside before the show and told you to not worry about pictures or videos tonight, to just have fun with your friends. And you were, fully immersing yourself in the moment.

You excitedly hit the closest person’s arm—Jaemin—as the vocals stopped and tension rose in the song, knowing what was coming next. “Ahhh! Listen! Listen! Here!”

It was one of Sungchan’s drum solos, and you couldn’t hide your pride, gripping Jaemin’s arm maybe a little too hard as you jumped and cheered. As it finished out and the other instruments joined back in, you let out one last yell of Sungchan’s name, and he threw his head back to shake his hair out of his face, shooting you a grin and a wink.

“Y/N!” Jaemin yelled from next to you.

“Yeah?” You replied just as loud, still half-watching the performance.

“He’s really good, but I think you’re going to make my arm bleed!”

“Shit! Sorry!” You let go of where you had been unintentionally digging your nails into his forearm in your elation, and he rubbed his other hand over the skin.

“It’s okay.” He patted your back, a twinkle in his eye as he looked at you. “I’m having fun.”

“Good!” You beamed, giving his arm a kinder squeeze this time.

After the concert, the others all went back to Anton’s place to drink and continue catching up—you again were surprised when your four friends accepted the invitation that had been extended to them. But Sungchan waved them off, saying he was worn out from the show.

Since the others had taken the van, you and Sungchan were left to walk home, which you didn’t mind, their apartment was just a fifteen-minute walk from Venue:Hell, and the night was cool and clear. Your path took you along the riverfront, and you pulled on Sungchan’s hand to stop at the railing overlooking the water. The lights shimmered along the dark, rippling surface of the water, and you took a deep breath of the crisp air.

Sungchan pecked your temple, letting out a sigh against your head before letting go of your hand and moving to sit down on a nearby bench. He let out a deep-held groan as he lowered himself to sit, resting his elbows on his knees.

You turned around, leaning back against the railing to watch him. “Do you want to go straight home? I know you said you were tired…”

“No, it’s okay, baby. It’s nice out here,” he reassured you, and his tone didn’t make you think he was lying about that, but there was still something that was bothering you.

“Is something wrong, Sungs?” You questioned. “You’ve been… off since soundcheck.”

“It’s being back home, made me realize that it’s going to be over.”

“Aw, you’ll go on tour again.” You pushed off the railing to close the space between you two, cradling his head to you and kissing his hair. “I know you will. You guys are only going to do bigger and better things.”

“Thanks, baby.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his cheek against your middle. “But that’s not what I was talking about. I meant being with you all day every day, getting to see you be our badass manager and stuff.”

“Ah, Sungchan…” You cooed again, rubbing his back. “I’m going to miss this too. I think this was really good for us, being able to spend time together like this, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I’m so happy that you invited me to come with you, that I’ve been able to really see what you do and do this incredible thing with you, even if it kind of terrified me at first. But I don’t think that working together like this all the time would be sustainable for our relationship long-term.”

He let out a loud, drawn-out sigh. “Yeah… You’re right. You’re always right.”

“So you keep saying,” you replied humorously. Your voice turned soft and serious again as you added, “I’ll always be there supporting you guys; don’t think I’m going to stop being your biggest fan. But I don’t want to risk this in the process.”

“Neither do I.” He kissed your stomach through your shirt, making you giggle at the ticklish feeling. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sungs.” You kissed his head again. “And tonight also made me realize something else too.”

“What’s that?”

“As much as I’ve loved helping you guys out and being able to support you from behind the scenes, and I’m looking forward to spending the second half of the tour doing that… I also missed being able to just cut loose with the rest of the crowd and support you like that too.”

Sungchan looked up at you, a fond smile coming to his face. “Yeah, I loved seeing you have so much fun tonight. I want you to have the time of your life at every one of our shows that you’re at, not be working.”

“Then after this tour…” You pecked his nose. “I quit.”

He was smirking as he teased back, “Not if I fire you first.”

You couldn’t help yourself, cupping his cheek and kissing him. Sungchan eagerly kissed you back as one of his hands went under the hem your shirt, fingers on the skin of your waist as he pulled you even tighter to him.

You broke the kiss with another giggle, squirming and grabbing his hand that was under your top. “Your fingers are cold, Sungs.”

He didn’t seem offended by the rebuff at all, watching you fondly as you sandwiched his one large, cold hand between your own two slightly warmer hands in a futile attempt to warm it up. “Hey, have we done your something new yet today? We’re back home, it’s not a new city.”

You let go of his hand to check the time on your phone. “It’s almost one in the morning…”

“It’s not tomorrow yet until we’ve gone to sleep.”

“Alright,” you chuckled. “What are you thinking?”

“It’s a surprise.” He jumped to his feet and offered you his hand with a grin.

You took it without hesitation, letting him pull you down the empty sidewalks at a near-run. The two of you finally skidded to a stop at the back of a building you’d never seen before in your life.

Sungchan tested the door handle, chuckling when it opened easily. “He still leaves it unlocked.”

You didn’t question where you were, who Sungchan was talking about, or if you were allowed to be here as you followed him in, the door slipping shut behind you. You ended up in some kind of stairwell, and your boyfriend started taking you up. A few yellowed lights dimly lit the concrete stairs under your feet, flickering every so often, but affording just enough visibility that you didn’t think you’d trip and face-plant. You passed by doors that seemed to lead to the actual inside of the building, only marked with numbers indicating their floors. You reached the top of the stairs after floor four. There was another door, this one marked ‘ROOF ACCESS – KEEP CLOSED’ and propped open with what looked like a broken mop handle.

Sungchan pushed the door open without hesitation, leading you right onto the roof. While the building you were on top of wasn’t a skyscraper by any means, it was taller than the others in its immediate vicinity, affording an unobstructed view of the city lights at night, glittering and shimmering all around you. The air was cool on your cheek, but you were kept warm by Sungchan’s jacket. Leaning against the railing that went around the entire roof, you took your eyes off the view and looked up at Sungchan.

“This is great, Sungchan,” you said, feeling the persistent smile on your lips that was there whenever you were with him.

“Hold on.” He slipped off his backpack, and you watched with interest as he rooted around in it before bringing out a box. It was a box of hand sparklers, these ones in particular being familiar to you as the same ones you all had gotten a few stops ago to celebrate Shotaro’s birthday.

“I thought we used all of them,” you accepted them from him as he fetched a lighter from the bag before dropping it on the ground.

“Eunseok found one more box rummaging through a box of cables earlier.”

“So you stole them.”

“So I stole them, yeah.”

You took out one sparkler for yourself, and handed another to Sungchan. He lit yours first, the firework immediately sparking in front of you. A giggle bubbled out of you as you held the sparkler out in front of you, watching it until it fizzed out. Getting another two and turning to Sungchan for him to light, you realized he hadn’t even used his first one yet, his gaze resting on you.

“Hey, you didn’t light yours,” you nudged him.

“I was watching you, baby,” he admitted freely, grabbing you by the waist to kiss your forehead. “Trying to remember that forever.”

You shoved the other sparklers haphazardly into his hand before wrapping both your arms around him and burying your face in his chest. He chuckled, rubbing your back. You could feel the curve of his smile where his cheek rested against your temple. His hand left your back before you heard his lighter click and the familiar sizzle of the sparkler again. You turned your head just enough to peek at it over your shoulder, seeing that he was being careful to hold it as far out away from you as his long arms would allow.

When it went out, you turned yourself fully around in his arms, leaning back against him. He playfully pushed you forward with his body until the two of you were both leaning against the railing on your elbows, Sungchan caging you in with his arms and hooking his chin over your shoulder to see around you to light your next pair of sparklers.

You moved to draw a star in the air with yours this time, and Sungchan spiraled his around until they both went out. On your next ones, you held yours still as he seemed focused on writing his name. His went out a second before yours, and you laughed victoriously.

“I win!” You declared, holding your still smoldering sparkler.

“Oh, we’re playing the game now?”

“Mm-hm,” you confirmed. “Didn’t you hear my telepathic message?”

“Missed that one, sorry, baby,” he snickered, giving you a sweet kiss. “But I’d never forget your prize.”

Both of you held your respective sparkler still this time, watching the tiny pops and miniature explosions as they burned through. Sungchan’s went out right after yours, and you let out a huff as he waved his burned stick in the air.

“I won.” He didn’t cheer very loudly, with his mouth right next to your ear.

You turned your head, nose bumping into his for a moment, making the both of you let out a synchronized breathy giggle. Pressing your lips to his, you let your eyes flutter shut as you melted into him even further—if that were even possible. He moved his mouth against yours as if he hadn’t just kissed you a few moments before, teeth and tongue eagerly joining too.

He didn’t pull away when the kiss broke, affectionately nuzzling his nose with yours again. “Yeah…” he murmured, a content smile on his face. “I get it.”

“Get what?” You asked quietly, searching his eyes curiously.

“The sappy love songs, all the wars, carving things in trees, the locks on bridges, all of it.”

You pushed your forehead against his, unable to do much more past the insurmountable feeling of your heart about to explode. “That almost sounds like the start of a sappy love song right there, Sungs.”

“You think?”

“Sappy love songs, all the men who went to war, locks on bridges, all the tree barks carved with hearts,” you mused. “I’m no songwriter, but I think you can pull some rhymes out of that.”

He was grinning now. “And I promise the next time you hear it, it will be one entire sappy love song unto itself. All about you, baby.”

“Gah!” You clutched at your heart as you twisted enough to bury your face in his neck. “If I don’t die of an exploded heart before then.”

“I won’t let you,” Sungchan growled playfully, rubbing your back. “You’re stuck with me. We haven’t even done all that stuff yet.”

“Is going to war for me is on that to-do list?”

“Duh. Now who’s missing our telepathic messages?”

You laughed. “That’ll be a ‘something new’ for the history books.”

At the second to last stop of the tour, you had caught brief respite in a narrow spot backstage behind the curtains, careful to stay out of the way of the other crew members bustling about. Roses for Eyes were all either changing, eating, or otherwise hanging out before the show began, and you were in a rare moment of not putting out a fire or looking for smoke before one began.

“Y/N?” A voice that you’d only heard over loudspeaker announcements or in addresses to the entire crew came accompanied by a gentle tap to your shoulder. You turned to see the tour manager for the headliner next to you, snakebites spreading with the wide grin she was giving you.

“Yes, is there something I can assist with?” You stood up straight and at attention. She was usually so busy coordinating literally everyone on the tour that you’d never even had the opportunity to introduce yourself and talk to her one-on-one like this, surprised that she even knew your name.

She offered you one of the two sweating water bottles in her hand as she flipped up the mic on her headset. “Nayoung. I don’t think we’ve officially met.”

“No, but I understand, you’ve been very busy.” You accepted the bottle with a thankful head nod.

“So have you.”

You were once again amazed that she had apparently also taken note of any of what you were doing this whole time. Honestly, you were worried about being a nuisance—a band member’s entitled girlfriend tagging along on the tour, not even lifting a finger to help, and just making the entire crew’s lives harder sounded like a pretty plausible issue for her and her staff to have faced before.

“Thank you.” You bowed your head again.

“You seem like you liked it, you picked it all up really quick after being thrown in the deep end, you know.” She cracked her own bottle cap before lifting the drink to her pitch-black painted lips.

“I’ve really loved it all, actually. Not just supporting the guys, but the work itself, surprisingly enough,” you beamed fondly as you twisted your water open. “It’s totally different from what I used to do, so it’s been really awesome learning about it all. Your staff is incredible, by the way, they’ve been so patient with me whenever I’ve had questions and helping us out when we need an extra extra hand. Really, you guys have been fantastic, we couldn’t have done it without you.”

Nayoung lifted a dark eyebrow curiously. “So what’s this I hear about you quitting after the tour then? You and Sungchan didn’t… did you?”

“Oh, no no no,” you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “The opposite, actually. We agreed that working this close together isn’t a good long-term plan for us. But it was a good experience, and I’ll figure out a way to put it on my résumé.”

“Résumé,” she repeated with mild interest, giving you an avenue to keep talking.

“Yeah, better than just saying I was unemployed for two months when interviewers ask,” you chuckled. “Not looking forward to breaking out the pantsuits again when we get back, though.”

“Who says you have to?” She asked. “You’ve been exposed to jobs outside of an office, you know there’s other options. Did you like your old sort of job so much, despite your apparent dislike for the uniform?”

You faltered for a second in what had so far been a pretty light-hearted conversation on your end, your easy-going smile slowly dropping off your features as you became overcome with confusion. “I guess… that’s what I’ve always done. I know I’m okay at it, I can get a job like that again.”

“But you don’t have to. If you don’t want to.”

You looked down at your feet as you took a thoughtful sip of your water. “You’re right. I’ve… I didn’t even think of that. Thanks, Nayoung.”

“And once you polish up that résumé, send it my way, hm?”

You almost did a spit-take on her, covering your mouth as you coughed and choked down the water in your mouth. “Wait, seriously?”

“My whole crew’s loved you since day 1. I’ve kept my eye on you, and like I said, I can tell you’ve really taken to all of this. You’ve pretty much been informally interviewing for two months already. I just need the résumé.”

“Absolutely!”

She took out a business card for the event and tour management company, this one with her own number and email on it and handed it to you. “Here, when you’re ready. We do all sorts of local stuff too, by the way, we’re not just on the road year-round. There’s a lot of planning that comes before that part.”

You held the card with two hands, well aware that your eyes were shining at her. “That sounds perfect, actually. I will totally send my stuff to you. Thank you!”

“Look forward to hearing from you, then.” She gave you one last grin before snapping the mic back down into place on her headset and started off in another direction with purpose in her steps, already talking to someone else over the mic.

Sungchan found you still rooted to that same spot, looking down at the business card in your hands. He hesitantly grabbed your elbow, startling you from your happy trance.

“Hey, what you got there?” He peered over your shoulder at it curiously.

“Nayoung asked for my résumé,” you told him brightly, practically shoving the card in his face to show him.

He jerked his head back to actually read the writing, a big smile coming to his face as well as he held a hand up for you to high-five. “Congrats, baby!”

You hit his hand hard before throwing your arms around his neck, excitedly bouncing up and down even as you had a vice-like grip around him. He just laughed and hugged you back, doing a small spin with you that the narrow space behind the curtain would allow.

“We’ll just have to make sure all your future acts knows that you were our badass tour manager first,” he teased, smirking as he cradled the back of your head to kiss you.

You pressed your lips to his once, twice more before pulling away with the same wide grin on your face as before. “Oh of course. And hopefully one day, they won’t ask me who that is when I say that.”

His jaw dropped in mock offense as you went to give him another kiss on the cheek in apology, despite your giggles. He just scoffed and pinched your side, making you squeal. “Rude.”

“I’m kidding, Sungs, you know I’m kidding,” you leaned against him affectionately. “Like I keep telling you, you guys are only going to do bigger and better things. I’m going to be the one bragging that I was your first tour manager.”

“Pretty sure you have something even better to brag about,” he reminded you, and you could feel him practically puffing out his chest with pride. “But I’ll take it.”

As you were about to open your mouth to continue your teasing banter by acting confused about what he could possibly mean, something suddenly occurred to you. It didn’t seem like Sungchan had just stumbled across you backstage, or was even looking for you just because he wanted to see you—he had seemed to be on a mission when he found you. You pulled back enough to look up at him with a knowing frown.

“Did you need something, Sungs?” You questioned.

“I didn’t need anything but to see my beautiful, awesome girlfriend.” He put a defensive hand over his chest, then added, “But Shotaro lost his in-ears again.”

“Of course,” you sighed, beginning to detangle yourself from his grasp. “One more night of this, huh?”

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An amber x mark truther you say? Sooo real they had the chemistry and the potential but were forced to break up just for plot rip

exactlyyyy omg. thank you for dropping in my askbox anon, i needed to get a few things off my chest. keep in mind that i'm a show watcher only that managed to get the comics spoiled within an inch of her life bc um. that's my special skill. also, i'm not here to hate on markeve, i know it's a very popular ship and they have cute moments. sleep-deprieved rambling below the cut, don't like don't read.

but. markeve ties in with one of the many issues i have had with season three as a whole. the format (eight episodes... please give us twenty two episodes back, i beg) makes it so that they have to rush to adapt comic storylines, and they've been doing a good job, yes, but god damn does it feel rushed. the action scenes may be impactful, but the character beats and emotional moments fail to reach me personally.

and in comes the major problem i have with markeve: it, too feels rushed. like. yeah okay there were a few moments in earlier seasons were you could tell that they mayyybe were into each other, but that's it. and all of the sudden, in eight episodes, i'm supposed to believe that they're each other's soulmates after little to no time for the watchers to get used to their dynamic as a couple. (because we have had time to watch them interact as friends and they were very sweet together. highkey would have wanted them to remain friends)

by comparison, mark x amber had much more time to grow. we saw them get together, date, fall in love, try to salvage their relationship against all odds (because cecil sure as hell isn't going to give mark a breather), hang out with friends, before ultimately breaking up. and all that happened over the course of 16 episodes, wich is short, but we as viewers have had time to get attached. add in the fact that there was one year between each season iirc and boom. time to get used to their dynamic.

and from a character perspective? amber knew what she wanted. she had her goals in mind and wasn't afraid to call mark out on his bullshit. she stood up for herself, and had so much chemistry with mark it hurt. like damn, i tend to binge watch shows and only remember a few lines, but the "handsome mark grayson" line stayed with me for a reason. amber feels like her own character even when she's dating mark whereas eve as a character is much more interesting than eve as mark's girlfriend. to me, her character traits (ie wanting to figure out how to help ppl outside of superheroism/teen team/the gda) get sidelined and she ends up acting as a therapist for mark.

so yeah, mark x amber is the superior ship to me. it feels organic in a way markeve fails to be, mark and amber both stay true to their character and boy. the conflict around their relationship? "our worlds are too different for us to bloom in our relationship and i love you enough to let you go even if it kills me to not share your life?" peak drama.

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It's home cinema manufacturing time! 🏴‍☠️ Gonna put my pirate show on my shelf! (I'm doing an Arts and Crafts Project and I'm making it everyone's problem.)

After seeing how much they cost, I abandoned the idea of getting a Blu-ray writer for now. For the time being, good old DVDs is what it's going to be! My TV is old and not very big, so DVD resolution is gonna be fine.

It's been ages since I last burned a DVD. For the full experience, I'm gonna create nice menus and pretty sleeves for the boxes. Graphic design is my passion! Um.

Well. First needed to find a program to do stuff with. I'm a Linux guy, so I'm using Devede. (Which is free, btw. In case someone else wants to do a low cost spot of putting pirate show on the shelf.)

DVDs fit a maximum of 120 minutes of video. So, four episodes, I thought. But after a quick attempt, the program refused to do more than three (maybe because of the menu also taking up space, and four episodes cutting pretty close to the 120 min mark?). Anyway, three episodes per disc it is. It's a pretty nice runtime for watching the entire disc, IMO. An hour and a half, and then you can return to reality to realise you should probably eat something, or go to bed because it's midnight.

OFMD with its current two seasons has a total of eighteen episodes, which is divisible by three. You get the following setup:

Disc 1: Pilot, A Damned Man, The Gentleman Pirate - That's pretty good, Stede's introduction to piracy all on one disc!

Disc 2: Discomfort in a Married State, The Best Revenge is Dressing Well, The Art of Fuckery - All bangers. Great to watch together, our boys meet and shenanigans happen!

Disc 3: This is Happening, We Gull Way Back, Act of Grace - Many romantic moments, lots of great scenes, shit hits the fan at the end there. Alright!

Disc 4: Wherever you go, there you are, Impossible Birds, Red Flags - ... Pain and angst! What have I done!?! The disc of horrors. Gotta make sure to have tissues at hand when I watch this. But hey, it also has messy bun Ed! Small mercies.

Disc 5: The Innkeeper, Fun and Games, The Curse of the Seafaring Life. - Another disc with all winners. I love all these episodes so much! (You can watch this disc to recover from the trauma of the previous one!) But seriously, this one slaps.

Disc 6: Calypso's Birthday, Man on Fire, Mermen - Great combination again. Season finale! Love and excitement!

... Honestly, except for the psychological damage of putting all the most painful episodes together, this is coming out pretty cool. Says a lot about how good the show is. I actually really love all the episodes (yes even the painful angsty episodes of massive depression). Thinking about this little project really reminded me how much I love this entire show.

So, we got a tracklist, now menus, then we can burn this stuff!

I did the menu backgrounds in GIMP. Realised I have a big folder full of screenshots I took myself, screenshots someone else took and posted on Tumblr, official promo pics for the show, and I have no idea anymore where most of them are from, because I named the files according to what's on them. Which is useful for when you want to find pics (Need a picture of cursed suit Stede? I have files named that, easy peasy!), but not so great if you wanted to give credit to whoever took a given pic you used. (It's probably @sherlockig or @ofmd-ann or @blakbonnet. Please feel credited, your beautiful screens and gifs brighten my day, and some of them are now probably part of my DVD menus. Shrunk down and cropped, but, yeah.)

I originally wanted to structure my menus as having the title of an episode, then some pics from it, then the next episode, then pics from that, and so forth, but I couldn't convince the program to give me the necessary padding between the menu items, so I ended up just putting the episode images below the menu. Still like it.

Anyway, DVD menus can also play sound! Behold a crappy video of my beautiful creation (provided entirely for sound):

It plays Gnossienne N°5!

More crappy pics of my other disc menus:

Gonna make them some nice sleeves next. Some day. Gotta make sure they all work properly first. So. I'll be on my sofa, watching my DVDs. With menus! (Edit: here are!)

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Currently Watching - August

aka The Masterlist

Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊

Regularly updated during the month, latest update 29.08.2024

A little link to my favorite bl-tropes-collection 💙

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Here you can find all of my gifs.

At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in August with a MDL link and a link for a trailer (if avaible).

This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!

1. 4 Minutes 🇹🇭 (4/8)

Okay. I catched up. I wasn't in the mood for this series, but now I am a little bit hooked. We have a really cute couple here with a really nice love-making-scene. We have a totally messed up relationship of three people, two love each other, two hurt the other one and two are horny for one with very graphic scenes. And yes, I saw it too. Oh, the story itself? Confusing, yet interesting.

2. Cityboy_Log 4.2 🇰🇷 (17/23)

This week was... okayish. They were mostly bonding at a group and doing stuff together. Nothing really happend. They played games, the trouple was cute and JJ tried to act, but really, those moments were more cringe than anything else...

3. First Note of Love 🇹🇼 (4/12)

The looks they gave each other! The constant bickering! The compliments! The necklace as a gift! I see you! I like them. They get more comfortable together and are now forming a band. Hopefully Sea can help Neil getting back on stage without fainting or having a panic attack. I am curious how this whole series will move on, but I am intrigued. But what is that age gap?

4. Hidamari ga Kikoeru 🇯🇵 (10/12)

🥲 I'm fine... the only thing that helped me in the end was the preview for next week. How could he listen to Maya? How? I know why, but still... why? And now Taichi thinks he was just a replacable someone who doesn't mean anything to Kohei 😭 I really don't like it here! And I hope Maya chokes on her words! I don't care that she's going to cry next episode. Right now I still don't like her. Boys! Get your shit together and talk to each other! Please!

5. I Saw You In My Dream 🇹🇭 (7/12)

THIS WHOLE SCENE WAS SO DAMN CUTE!!!!! I like them! And Yu finally collecting his courage to tell Ai, he likes him. I need Ai to tell him he likes him too! But the preview for next week! I can't wait! The best start in my vacation! Do I feel bad for Wann? No, not really. He saw the signs, he got the vibe between Yu and Ai, but he still tried. I guess he is a good guy, but he is not Yu.

6. Seoul Blues 🇰🇷 (3/8)

Well... Our bad boy got together with their mutual friend. Little Mr. Angsty likes our bad boy, but is to afraid what might change, so he didn't take his change when bad boy confessed to him. And of course he now is unsure about bad boy's feelings. And our lady in denial knows that her bad boy doesn't like he like that and I guess she can feel those two are very much into each other, but she still wanna try it and give it a shot. Well... good luck. And while she is thinking about her bad boy thinking about someone else while kissing her, her bad boy is now kissing little Mr. Angsty. I don't know how this friendship can be fixed. There is so much wrong with their entire realtion-/friendship... and I love it!

7. Takara no Vidro 🇯🇵 (9/11)

I started with mixed feelings about this series and I ended up totally loving it! I enjoy this series very much! They talk with each other and they understand each other. They have such a good relationship at this point and I love how Takara is opening up and questioning his plans for the future. Life is unpredictable, love is unpredictable and there can be people who change your plans for the better or worst, but that is something for other shows.

8. The On1y One 🇹🇼 (4/12)

Best chemistry! I love them! I love pounting Wang and this absolutely smitten boy Tian so much! Tian was everything this episode. He couldn't stop looking at Wang and couldn't stop smiling. He is already in love. And Wang uses Tian for learning, but he is slowly falling. And I hope it will be this: he fell first, but he fell harder! Good series!

9. The Trainee 🇹🇭 (8/12)

This was one of the cutest episodes ever and at the same time one of the saddest with the most wholesome break-up ever. Ba-Mhee did something wrong, she apologised and Tae realised that he is part of the problem. I am cusious how they work around this whole story. But Jane and Ryan. Oh the cuteness! I loved every scene with them. And I loved that Jane was jealous and Ryan reassured him. I am a little bit anxious about next week. Guess this was my favorite episode so far!

10. Word of Honor 🇨🇳 (20/36)

Those two flirt a lot and are a married couple. Everyone knows that. And I love and enjoy that! Overall this is such a fun watch and the different sects and intrigues are sometimes a little bit confusing, but interesting. I love this world of martial arts and I love how protective Wen Kexing is over Zhou Zishu. I haven't felt like watching this lately. I wasn't in the right mood.

Finished in August

Series

His Man Season 3 🇰🇷

What was that? I enjoyed the first two seasons so much! And this one felt very manipulated by the production. The secret missions were just there to cause drama and misunderstandings. And othe rparts really felt just boring. I was not really invested in the couples this time. I wish we would have seen more of their friendships. Perhaps that was because the fight between JY and MK was so centred. In the end I am happy MS and MK made it and became a couple. And it is nice that SM and JS got together too. But who thought it was a good idea to keep that "break-up" between YJ and HM in the show? That was just awful to watch! I never saw them vibing together, but a short notice that they decided to stay friends would have been enough. I don't have to see that Hanmin gave the ring back, they made together. I get where he is coming from, but I wish they could have talked about this in private! There were some bad coices of the production which was not favourable for the show! If there is a season 4 I hope it stays away from artificial drama! Just a 7 out of 10 for me.

Century of Love 🇹🇭

We got a happy ending. Hm. Great. I don't know. I guess I wouldn't have mind if San had died. It was a little bit too constructed with the little piece of that stone in the end and the change of heart from the fake Vad... So I am a little bit dissappointed with the ending. Yes, I cried, because I have feelings, but at some points I had to skip parts because there were just too many emotions that clashed in my face. But I am happy for San and Vee. Overall a good 8 out of 10.

Bad Guy 🇰🇷

Honestly? I like cheating stories when my couple wins. In conclusion, I liked this short series. I am curious if we get a second part like with Blue Boys. I would be happy if we could just end it here. The two sad boys finally got their happy ending and can now be enough for each other. I like that. Wish we could see a little bit of their everyday life or how this decision impacts their lifes. I liked it. I give it a 8 out of 10.

Cosmic Playlover 🇯🇵

I enjoyed the show. It felt a little bit rushed, but over all, I enjoyed the plot and the love story. Two men working in the beauty industry and both go their own way and just loving what they do. That was also really good to see! I especially enjoyed the dynamic between these two. And they talked! Sure there was drama, but in the end they talkes to each other and listened to each other and could solve their problems. Such a nice little show. I give it good 8,5 out of 10.

Movie

Short Film

Dropped in August

My Love Mix-Up! 🇹🇭

I guess I've dropped this one. I don't know why exactly. I think it was a cute story and I liked watching it, but right now I don't have the energy to keep going. I will come back to this one when it is finished and when I am in the mood for some fluff.

Looking forward to in August

The Last Time - Trailer (Aug 16th)

The Loyal Pin - Trailer (Aug 4th)

Sugar Dog Life - Trailer (Aug 4th)

Summer Night - Trailer (Aug 5th)

Cosmetic Playlover (Aug 6th)

Monster Next Door - Trailer (Aug 8th)

First Note Of Love - Trailer (Aug 12th)

Addicted Heroin - Trailer (Aug 13th)

Love Beneathe The Stars - Trailer (Aug 16th)

The Paradise Of Thornes - Trailer (Aug 22nd - Thai Cinemas)

The On1y One (Aug 22nd)

Affair - Trailer (Aug 30th)

[q1ngqve]

What's up with both Ratio and Aventurine leaning superrrr close as if to kiss us and then leaving? I can't be the only one who's mad right? 😭

Imma just leave a tiny brainrot in here because I need someone to scream along with me... imagine dr ratio sitting you on his lap with your back to him and holding you by the neck whispering shit into your ears while aventurine holds your face by the chin leaning in to kiss you but misses your lips intentionally...

I'm not okay... 😭

why are all of you so big brained 🤭 im gonna set the scene to be at the club because this is so drunk / tipsy coded

they’ll be teasing you the whole time, whispering filthy things they wanna do to you while you’re tipsy! you’re just so so dizzy, your head in the clouds as you try to grind yourself back against dr ratio :( you can feel how hard he is, dick poking your ass, feeling as if it’s gonna burst through his pants at any moment

they have your legs hooked on dr ratio’s, spreading you open for them, don’t worry, nobody will see you because the three of you are in a vip booth!

they'd take advantage of your drunken state to tease the fuck out of you, never giving you what you want. dr ratio would run his hands all over your body, squeezing at your waist and thighs! his hips unmoving even when you whine back at him, begging for him to put it in. and all he does is slide the strap of your top down your shoulder before pressing a kiss there, your legs threatening to close when he does the same on the other side.

“open up.” your lips part at the rough demand from the man behind you, his fingers sliding in, fingers resting comfortably on your tongue while you suck on them, “good girl.” your toes curl when he removes them almost immediately, running them down your body to your breast, teasing and pinching at your perky nipples.

aventurine would stand between your legs, admiring your features under the crazy lights of the club, his eyes practically glowing each time you call out his name desperately. dr ratio's hand wraps around your throat, fingers pushing the sides of it, restricting your air flow easily. "rinnie..." soft mumbles leave you when aventurine leans down, lips inches from yours.

"please— wanna taste you." both men laughs lightly at your begging, dr ratio's grip on your throat tightens, his own lips brushing on your earlobe, "we've barely touched you, and you're so delirious already?" your pussy clenches at his teasing, the alcohol in your system isn't helping, and why do they have to be so fucking hot?

aventurine brushes your hair back from your cheek, the cool rings on his fingers making you flinch slightly, your eyes flicking from his eyes to lips multiple times during the process. "kiss me, please." you hear a soft hum from the man in front you as he leans in, his soft lips touching yours gently before the kiss lands on the side of your lips.

your body tenses as your eyes fly open and you look at aventurine in disbelief. he laughs when you whine, your hands reaching out to grab at his coat, trying to pull him back and give you a proper kiss. “eager, aren’t we?”

[magpiepills]

The Run

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Santi García x f reader

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: quick lil threesome with your hot roomies.

Warnings: PIV, oral (f receiving), fucklicking, creampies, FWBs, men kissing, reader can run,

A word from the author: another repost! I wrote this for my little dumplin @legendary-pink-dot a long time ago. I love you, my little honey bunch.

Fresh and dressed, you went to say goodnight, but Frankie beckoned you to join them. It was a movie you’d been wanting to see, and Santi was already rewinding to the beginning. It didn’t take much for them to convince you, so you squeezed between them in the middle seat, the only seat left. You watched in silence for a few minutes, and were already engrossed. It was no wonder you missed the look that passed between the two men.

You barely noticed as they shifted slightly, after all, you were in the middle and they were both big, broad men. You were good friends, and generous with physical affection. Frankie moved first, sinking lower in the cushion and spreading his knees wide. He pulled your leg over his and rubbed your knee. He’s done it plenty of times before. Santiago adjusted his position, turning his body towards yours and draping one arm behind you along the back of the couch, leaning close to point out a small detail about the scene that was on. His voice was low and his lips brushed your ear when he spoke, you felt his eyes on you, searching your face for a sign that you might be on to him. You were comfortably oblivious, wrapped up in the plot and the sensation of Frankie’s big hands smoothing their way just a tiny bit further up your thigh than was strictly necessary.

During a lull in dialogue, Santi leaned in again, this time placing a heavy hand on the thigh closest to him, giving it a squeeze that made you suddenly, acutely aware of your position, how snugly situated you were between Frankie and Santi, how neither of them were watching the movie, how their hands worked in tandem, easing you into a state of relaxed arousal before you even realized it.

Santiago’s words in your ear became his lips on your neck, and Frankie’s hand on your hip, rubbing tender circles into the newly exposed skin there while he eased your leg further into his lap and against his now turgid member. In a matter of moments the movie was forgotten and there were six hands rubbing, groping, squeezing and tugging at fabric until all three of you were naked and you were spread across Santi’s lap, knees hooked over his, while Frankie was on his knees between your legs doing what Frankie does best.

“Tell me how she tastes, Fish,” Pope sounded a bit jealous. Frankie was generous, though and after a few moments, Frankie leaned up to give Santi a taste, pressing his plump lumps to his best friend’s waiting mouth. Santi’s cock grew even harder behind you and he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Please, querida, can I fuck you now?”

“Yes, Santi, please. Need you.”

You were already so close to your climax under Frankie’s expert tongue. He had looped a circuit from your entrance to your clit, through your folds and back again, using the kind of practiced precision that could have had you trembling in minutes flat if he had wanted it.

Frankie licked a broad stripe up your slit before stopping to help guide Santiago’s thick head into your needy pussy, rubbing your clit with his thumb and showering you and his friend with praise as he watched from just inches away.

“Taking his cock so good, sweetheart. That’s it. You’re so wet, look at you dripping for us. Your pussy was made for us, wasn’t it?”

Santi’s hands were on your hips, holding you carefully so he could work his thick length into you slowly. You had one hand tangled in Santiago’s thick curls, and one on his muscular thigh, digging your nails in just enough to leave faint crescent moons, a souvenir for tomorrow.

“Fuck, you look so good.” Frankie resumed his lascivious pattern, with the added effect of the vibration he made as he moaned into your pussy and a wet tongue over the base of his best friend's cock right where he entered you.

Santi squeezed his eyes shut, dropping his head back against the cushions, overwhelmed with the tight squeeze of your cunt and the velvet of Frankie’s tongue. He breathed deeply, trying to relax and not come too soon, a fucking monumental task.

He palmed your tits, with one hand now, and set a steady rhythm with his thrusts, determined to feel you come first.

You were in a state of bliss, all of your nerve endings firing at once, unable to form coherent sentences or even thoughts. You heard yourself moaning their names, but it was more of a reflex than a choice as you barreled toward your climax. Both men noticed how close you were and while Santi drove as deep into you as he could, he rasped encouragement and flattery into your neck.

“That's it, feel your pussy squeezing me so tight, so good for us, come on my cock. Let me feel it, please. I gotta feel you coming for me.” He called to Frankie, “Francisco, she’s close. Finish her. Make her come, Frankie.” He sounded wrecked. He pleaded for your release as if it was his own.

Frankie was achingly hard, having denied his own pleasure to give you and Pope yours. He doubled his efforts, now, sucking your clit between his lips and swirling his tongue around the swollen bud, humming against it, sending the vibration straight through you.

It was a tidal wave. Your orgasm spread out from your core and reverberated through your whole body. Santi wasn’t far behind, spilling into you, with a shout. Frankie watched, mesmerized and wracked with lust. He gave you and Santi a moment to float back down from your orgasms, then joined you on the couch, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips and mustache. It was so erotic to have them both like this, feeling them, hearing them, seeing them, even smelling them right now was enough to give you a second wind.

You realized suddenly how painfully hard Frankie must be, and you reached to gently stroke his gigantic cock. He really did have a beautiful cock.

“Frankie, let me take care of you.”

You were tender with him, he loved when you took control, letting him shut off the part of his brain that made decisions. While you moved to straddle Frankie, Santi went after towels and water. He returned a few moments later, unable to keep his hands off of either of you. He kneeled next to his friend and murmured to you in Spanish that only Frankie understood, earning him hungry looks.

He kissed your neck, stroked your back, and gently urged you to take Frankie’s cock. “Look how he needs to feel you. Let him feel how tight you are. You can take him. Let him make you feel good.” His voice was a potion. You leaned into Frankie’s wet kiss, feeling and tasting yourself on the soft bristle of his mustache while his wide hands were busy lifting and squeezing your breasts, wordlessly expressing his desperate need for relief.

You lifted your hips enough for Santi to reach between your legs. He squeezed your thigh, kissing your shoulder with reverence and affection before grasping Frankie’s generous cock, giving it two delicate strokes before lining him up at your entrance. It was a group effort to work your cum soaked channel slowly down until he was fully seated inside you. You’d never felt filled so completely.

Santiago was well endowed, but Frankie exceeded him in length and girth just enough to make you feel full in ways you’d never felt before. It was glorious. Frankie’s lips fell open in a silent cry, doing all he could to resist fucking up into you, chasing his release, seeing you above him, feeling you all around him, looking into his best friend’s eyes as he spoke to him sweetly in their shared language, he wanted to move

“Cariño, please. Please, you've got to move. Please.” You didn’t expect him to be begging so soon. You set a slow pace, bouncing just a little on his cock, as if in slow motion. Frankie exhaled hard through his nose and you moved a little faster, slid further up his shaft with every lift. He furrowed his brow in concentration, and you moved faster, moaned louder, called his name

“Frankie! Oh, fuck, Frankie. So big, baby.”

You rolled your hips hard against the coarse hair above his cock, building yourself back up again just so Frankie could tip you over the edge once more. You pushed each other toward your orgasms, focusing on each other’s pleasure. You needed him to come inside you, and nothing made Frankie come like seeing you flushed and panting on his cock. He was close, he pulled you against his chest, holding you tight in his strong arms, groaning into your tits, finding your stiff nipple to suck and roll between his lips, letting one hand slide down your ass to press you down harder. That’s all it took. The wave crashed against you once more, making your hips jerk, setting off a chain reaction that sent Frankie over the edge of his own orgasm.

“Fuck. Ohh fuck…”

He thrust up as far as he could and filled you with his thick white release, commingling it with Santi’s spend, a feeling you never expected to feel, let alone treasure like this.

In the quiet moments following the threesome that you had not expected on a Tuesday night, the three of you settled back into companionable chatter, passing water bottles and snuggling happily on the couch like you hadn’t just acted out a pornographic scene. Showers were taken (and re-taken) and goodnight hugs and kisses given. Santi, Frankie, and you all retired to your own rooms, but before sleep could envelop you, you heard your door creak and felt your mattress dip behind you.

“Scoot over, cariño. I want to sleep with you tonight.”

You gave him one last sleepy kiss. “Goodnight, Frankie.”