#locality boa

[crispysnakes]

Irish Breakfast - Denton line het anery Long Tail Boa (Boa i. longicauda)

This girl is turning out so nice. Can't wait until she's a proper adult!

[buttered-milky]

Alright so u know the scene where Smaug opens an eye under the treasure and it’s all the party can see of him bc he’s sleeping under there.

This is what sand boas look like. And they burrow under the sand and are ambush predators. And they are reptiles. Like Smaug. Do you see where I am going with this

Thang. Smaug. If you even care

[ceratosaurtalks]

Cheap custom backgrounds?

Hi! Want to give your enclosure something like this?

Well let me help you do this in a affordable way to give your animal some new enrichment and climbing opportunities!! Theres a misconception fancy backgrounds are hard to do or are expensive to do. This is... Very much not true! So lets do the one above together! Heres an overview of the supplies you'll need: -Your Enclosure of choice -Cocofiber and Sphagnum moss(OPTIONAL, can opt to paint) -Aquarium grade Silicone -Great stuff pond and Stone -Cork bark, roots, sticks, small rocks(OPTIONAL) First things first, you're going to want an enclosure.

This is a DUBIA 4ftX2ftx2ft[LengthsXwidthXHeight), Also known as a 48"L x 24"W x 24"H(Inches) or a 120 Gallon Enclosure. This is considered the researched minimum size for common exotics like Ball pythons, Corn snakes, Bearded Dragons and the like to thrive. *Disclaimer: Im aware there is several groups and movements who are pushing for a 5x3x2(ft) minimum for Bearded dragons, I ultimately agree with them and the advancement of exotic keeping, but a Bearded won't suffer in a 4x2x2. Dubia Enclosures are some of the cheapest in the market, however they're decent for the price. They are stackable which makes it great for saving space, but please note they can NOT hold a lot of weight, so be mindful of that.

I own 3 of these. Two Version 1s and on Version 2, which is the one above. The V2s are generally nicer in design in my opinion, theyre functional more importantly. Once you have your enclosure of choice, lay it on its back as shown in in the first image. Next, you're going to want to prep your dry background. I use Organic Cocofiber and Sphagnum moss. I buy these extremely cheaply from Home depot or in bulk off Amazon. Make sure your material is COMPLETELY DRY! It will NOT stick if it has any moisture. Break apart your Cocofiber block and mix it with your dried Sphagnum moss in a container and have it ready on the side. I use the bulk Coco fiber, which costs about $23 for 5 bricks on Amazon. You can get them cheaper if you dont buy bulk, I do a lot of gardening and have a lot enclosures so its easier for me! https://www.amazon.com/Organic-Coco-Coir-Bricks-Compressed/dp/B01N1YP8O6?th=1 for a 4x2x2, I only use 2 bricks. Likewise, I buy Bulk moss for the same reason: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BK7XMNWL?ref=nb_sb_ss_w_as-reorder_k0_1_10&amp=&crid=1RDHFNSAUX0DF&sprefix=spaghnum%2Bm&th=1 You will only need. ONE BRICK. For the Sphagnum moss. Maybe even less than a brick. You're going to want to wet this then dry it before use. Dont be me. Dont be fooled over how small and thin those moss bricks are. I made the mistake of trying to wet an entire brick and I had to use a deep soup pot to contain it. It *explodes*. You will be buried in moss. You will scream and cry and beg for mercy as you are overwhelmed by the amount of moss Expanding from a singular brick. I am not exaggerating, I learned my lesson, please god, do not make the same mistakes I made. I still have. So, so much moss. Sometimes I still find Moss from my Mossaggeden. NOTE: Please make sure to use organic, and do not used DYED moss! Double check your ingredients, Dyed moss can be toxic to your animals! Next,

Silicone time, baby! You're going to want to use Aquarium grade Silicone from Home depot, please double check to make sure you're getting Aquarium grade! This will cost you a whopping $3 At Homedepot. The Caulking gun was an additional $12 if you dont have one already, however, it is re-usable so its a great one time purchase because I use that bad boy for a lot of my projects lmao. Once you struggle to open your stupid bottle of Silicone without exploding it like I have on several occasions; time to be silly!

We're going to Silicone this bad boy up reaaaaal good. Dont be me, USE GLOVES! It makes your life so much better I promise. So why are we doing this exactly? Its simple, this will help your background last! It gives it texture and helps the spray foam stay in place. It also keeps your background from peeling so easily, texture matters! Your hands going to be very tired after this. Youre going to want to leave this alone for the next 24-48 hours. Minimum. You want your silicone to dry and want to make sure the smell is gone before continuing to the next step!

This is the funnest part. Spray foam time! For the 4x2x2, I use about 3 Bottles of this stuff. Make sure you're using NON-TOXIC Spray foam! Pond and Stone is my favorite to work with. When I add things into the background, I make sure to have a 4th can of this stuff on me. This will be the most pricey part about it. Lowes has it for $12-14 a can, but its $15 a can on Amazon. This is really the only big 'expense' when it comes to backgrounding. Smaller enclosures use less, but bigger enclosures will need more. !!!!!!!THE NEXT STEPS NEED TO BE DONE TOGETHER!!!!!!!! Youre going to want to be fast about it if youre using my method. Start spraying random patterns into the background. Youre going to want to make sure youre covering every inch of the enclosure, you can do zigzags, cut it into triangles, squares, it doesnt matter. Different shapes give you different background textures, so go nuts!!! Dont leave space between the foam, and go ham. Theres no wrong way to do this. Once thats done though, you're going to want to do the next step IMMEDIATELY:

Adding your background texture and features!! This step MUST be done while the spray foam is still wet. First, take any rocks, cork, sticks, ext if youre adding them and shove them into the background. Dont have money to pay for expensive Reptile decor? You can sanitize your own rocks and sticks from outside yourself for free. I will make a guide about how I do that soon ahah. Press any features you want into the spray foam background nice and firm, then use the extra to spray around the items to secure them in place. Once you got your features in, its time to take your pre-prepped background and begin pouring it in! Spread it evenly across the enclosure. Do NOT worry if you have excess, poor it in anyway. Once you've poured the background in. GENTLY pat it over the sprayfoam. Next, you'll want to leave this to dry for the next 24 hours minimum. Leave it laying on its back so nothing drips or sags where you dont want it to!!! After 24hours, lift the enclosure and gently tap the back of it to knock off your excess background to reveal your background!

Annnnnnd you're done!!! Now you're free to add your lighting, real or fake plants, heating, substrate and other decor as you please! This can add so much more enrichment to your animal and give them so much more room to utalize their space. My individual personally loves his background and utilizes it all of the time! Contrary to belief, a lot of snakes aren't 'pet rocks' if you give them stuff to explore and climb. My guys out pretty often! Of course it comes down to personality too ahah.

Heres some pics of him using his climbing features! He prefers the middle climbing feature here and the one off to the right, where he uses to bask when he doesnt want to be seen and hangs out the top of it, or his bird perch when he doesn't mind being right there out in the open. c:

[red-eft]

@magmacannon as requested, here's quemada...! she was born like 2 months ago. very small beast

[mas-y-menos]

the leftist infighting between specific subreddits is insane like its so stupid

i commented on sub a, and got banned because the automod saw that i occasionally comment in sub b, which is a meme sub and the mod team has decided is liberal/anti-socialist because a few people made posts a few weeks/months ago about not voting third party in key states and how you should still vote (but also take other actions)

but the real fucking kicker is that the comment i made in sub b that caused me to be picked up by the automod and be labeled "liberal"?

"a friend of mine's in the SRA and he suggests it"

[myrefugeblog]

Eu quase nunca abro o Instagram... Hoje eu abri e descobri que uma colega de graduação (da minha primeira vez que fui para a universidade) faleceu de ataque cardíaco. Ela nem tinha mal tocado os 30 anos. PQP. Eu perdi o contato com todo mundo dessa época, ela tinha uma filha pequena.

[lionheartlr]

Discovering Cabo Verde: A Comprehensive Travel Guide

A Brief History Cabo Verde, also known as Cape Verde, is an archipelago situated in the central Atlantic Ocean off the west coast of Africa. The islands were uninhabited until they were discovered and colonized by the Portuguese in the 15th century. Over the centuries, Cabo Verde became a crucial hub for the transatlantic slave trade, which significantly influenced its culture and…

[crispysnakes]

Mangosteen - Meltzer line Long Tail Boa (Boa i. longicauda)

Mangosteen, my Meltzer holdback girl from the '22 litter. The yellow is starting to bleed into the silver sides, which is both unexpected and really neat. I'll likely be repeating the pairing that produced this girl, in 2026.

[paulistafmsp-blog]

Casal de Bofete morre em acidente na SP-255 Os corpos do casal José Gastão Vieira, de 58 anos, e Leni Aparecida Nogueira Vieira, de 55, foram velados e sepultados em Bofete (SP), neste sábado (11). Eles estavam em um carro que colidiu contra um caminhão na Rodovia Comandante João Ribeiro de Barros (SP-255), em Boa Esperança do Sul na sexta (10) Acidente deixou duas pessoas mortas na SP-255 em…

[motorhomeperolanegra]

🚴‍♂️Maravilhoso Ponto de Apoio Junto com um Belo Parque Municipal em Pan...

[jaemdigital]

mulher de fases — lee jeno.

jealous!lee jeno × reader situationship!au (+18, pt-br) mdni.

sinopse: onde você e jeno estão numa amizade colorida lotada de ciúmes e tesão.

contém: smut, oral (m. receiving), fem. masturbation, cum play, exhibitionism, big dick!jeno, dirty talk, sub!reader. br au!, os dois são cariocas, jeno é mto ciumento. menção ao jaehyun/jaemin/chenle.

notas: ×××

wc: 1k+. (?)

— porra, eu não acredito. eu 'tô tentando fugir dessa mina e ela continua aparecendo pra mim. – jeno proferiu aos amigos, esfregando as mãos no rosto de maneira raivosa.

— calma lá, mano. – jaemin disfarçou uma risada, abraçando os ombros do amigo.

do outro lado do barzinho, você havia acabado de chegar, deslumbrante. o semblante despreocupado e charmoso chamava atenção de todos os homens e mulheres do local; alguns gostariam de ser você e outros, de ter. gentil, você cumprimentou todos aqueles que fizeram questão de falar contigo. estava começando a ficar cada vez mais conhecida naquela área da cidade, por estar sempre curtindo em algum barzinho. os caras tinham curiosidade de saber se você estava com alguém; nunca era vista com algum garoto, no entanto, ninguém possuía a ousadia necessária pra lhe fazer essa pergunta. as meninas gostariam de ter a sua amizade ou sofriam de inveja, uma vez que você recebia atenção de todo mundo.

você sabia do seu valor, só achava exagero tamanha comunidade de fãs para alguém que só existe.

o que ninguém sabia, é que apesar da aparência desapegada e descolada, você realmente tinha um rolinho e ele estava à poucos metros dali. lee jeno também era o sonho de qualquer garota, essas que, por sinal, se jogavam a noite inteira para tentar conseguir um por cento da sua atenção. acontece que, jeno não queria saber de ninguém, além de você. infelizmente, ele só queria saber de você.

vocês dois se conheceram na 'night', frequentando os mesmos barzinhos toda sexta, sábado e dia de jogo do mengão. ele se interessou primeiro, e foi jogando charme até tu cair na lábia dele. e você caiu com facilidade: na primeira noite foi só conversa, na segunda rolou um beijinho e quando 'cê se deu conta, acordou na cama dele. foi tudo tão intenso. de repente você já estava indo pra casa dele quase todos os dias da semana depois da faculdade, entrando no grupo de amigos dele, deixando jeno nas suas mãos. você disse que não queria relacionamento sério, jeno disse que não queria relacionamento sério, mas começou a rolar briga e discussão por ciúmes dos dois lados. vira e mexe vocês saem bufando na casa um do outro e ficam dias sem se falar, mas acabam sempre voltando.

você cruzou os braços e saiu caminhando entre as mesas do bar lotado, mirando na mesa dos amigos conhecidos. sabia bem que o lee já havia notado sua presença e ele não iria te ignorar.

— oi galera, boa noite. – sorriu, acenando para os garotos na mesa e então, puxou uma cadeira ao lado de chenle, que lhe ofereceu um abraço. jeno estava com a cara grudada no celular.

os meninos te serviram uma cerveja e puxaram assunto, mas você permanecia incomodada com jeno te ignorando com tanto afinco. ele não saía do celular, evitava olhar em sua direção e sequer ria das suas piadas. seria possível que ele ainda estivesse bravo com a forma que você saiu da casa dele na sexta-feira passada? você resolveu apelar para mandar mensagens e se humilhar por uma resposta, irônico, quem diria.

você: até qnd cê vai me ignorar neno?

neno <3: tô ignorando ninguem n

neno <3: sla se quer resolver n vai ser na frente deles n

você: me encontra lá fora. (visualizado)

jeno levantou o olhar pela primeira vez, te encarando por alguns segundos antes de se levantar da mesa, deixando todo mundo curioso. você saiu pouco tempo depois, encontrando-o à alguns metros do estabelecimento, com as mãos no bolso. se aproximou do mais alto, estando agora, a cara a cara com ele.

— você 'tá me ignorando por conta de sexta feira passada? – questionou, fixando o olhar nos olhos escuros do moreno. — neno...

— eu não tô te ignorando, tô deixando o caminho livre pro jaehyun. – irônico, cruzou os braços. — vai lá, pô. tu quer um relacionamento sério com ele? eu já saí do caminho.

você riu baixo. jeno havia entendido tudo errado e agora estava sendo obrigada a lidar com um homem lotado de ciúmes e marrento. ele encostou as costas na parede cheia de grafite do bar e desviou o olhar para longe.

— neno. – você segurou o rosto dele, forçando-o a te encarar outra vez. — para de deixar o ciúmes consumir sua inteligência, hm? – murmurou, a voz manhosa era música para os ouvidos do homem, mas ele não demonstrou qualquer emoção. — eu disse que o jaehyun quis ficar comigo, disse que ele estava afim de mim, mas nunca disse que eu dei mole pra ele.

— tanto faz. – ele respondeu com rispidez.

— eu só fico com você, neno. – você disse baixinho, esfregando os lábios no maxilar marcado do lee. — não quero saber de outro homem.

ele permaneceu em silêncio, mas arrepiado com a sua provocação. no fundo, jeno sentia seu ego ser amaciado, colocado pra cima. ele se permitiu escorregar uma das mãos até a sua cintura, apertando o local com força. ele aproximou os lábios do seu ouvido, proferindo:

— prova. – a voz grave no pé do seu ouvido fez com que você sentisse cada partezinha do seu corpo se arrepiar, pedindo por mais, mais neno. você sabia exatamente o tipo de coisa que ele queria, a prova de amor que ele queria: que você mostrasse pro mundo quem é o seu dono.

você sorriu de cantinho, agarrando o pulso do mais alto. do outro lado da rua estava estacionada a Audi R8 preta de jeno, o carro que ele adorava esbanjar para lá e para cá. você arrastou o homem para lá; a luz baixa favoreceu os seus planos. empurrou o peitoral marcado contra o capô do carro. jeno sorriu e enrolou os dedos em seu pescoço, sem cerimônia você o envolveu num beijo necessitado, fervoroso, cheio de tesão. a rua estava completamente vazia, exceto pela luz do barzinho que vocês frequentavam, lotado, ninguém se importava demais com o lado de fora. você se permitiu sentar em uma das coxas do homem. as mãos grandes e fortes agarraram sua bunda, apertando com vontade, puxando seu corpo contra ele. ousou esfregar seu íntimo coberto na coxa marcada, murmurando durante o beijo. jeno utilizou a mão livre, enfiando-a por dentro do seu cropped colado. ele riu; estava sem sutiã outra vez, você sabia que ia acabar com ele de novo.

— filha da puta safada. – ele disse contra sua boca e você gemeu baixinho, sentindo os dedos longos brincarem com o piercing do seu mamilo.

você o surpreendeu quando ajoelhou-se, ficando de cara com a ereção enorme marcada na calça do homem. quase babou, acariciando o local com os dedos delicados. jeno se apressou e abriu a calça, revelando a cueca preta úmida com o pré-gozo que vazava cada vez mais. você não tira os olhos dele. observa a cabecinha avermelhada vazando da cueca, se divertindo com a necessidade dele de receber alguma coisa, jeno empurrava o ar com o quadril, quase implorando.

— mama esse pau logo, caralho. para de me provocar. – ele ordenou, puxando os fios do seu cabelo com autoridade. ele sabia que não importava o quanto você tentasse mudar as coisas, ele mandava. você não o respondeu, mas ele viu seus olhos charmosos se encherem de água, submissa.

você afastou a peça íntima dele e o pau rijo bateu contra a sua bochecha, a sujando. você abocanhou o membro com vontade, colocando tudo para dentro e, é claro, engasgando. ele é enorme e sabe disso. permanece puxando seu cabelo, dessa vez, usando disso para guiar seus movimentos. ele toma total controle, metendo o quadril contra a sua boca. qualquer um que passasse por ali poderia ouvir, com facilidade, os sons pornograficos que ambos produziam; você engasgando, ele sussurrando todo tipo de putaria e o molhado do pau na sua boca.

— engole esse pau. porra, eu vou gozar 'pra caralho nesse seu rostinho. – ele depositou um tapa forte no seu rosto encharcado pelas lágrimas.

ousada, você levou seus dedinhos delicados para dentro do próprio short curtinho, acariciando a bocetinha melada por cima da calcinha. gemeu enquanto permanecia mamado com vontade, bêbada de pau. você coordena os dois movimentos, esfregando o clitóris inchado na mesma velocidade em que engole o pau grosso. jeno sentiu o orgasmo bater na porta quando notou você se masturbando, rebolando em seus dedos. ele retirou o pau da sua boca, esfregando a cabecinha em seus lábios e, posteriormente, metendo para dentro outra vez. não demorou muito tempo para que ele sentisse que ia chegar lá. ele se afastou brevemente, se masturbando rente ao seu rostinho; você com os olhos entreabertos, gemendo manhosinha.

— neno... – gemeu chorosa, sentindo o próprio orgasmo. as pernas tremeram e você as fechou involuntariamente.

— não aguentou esperar né, desesperada? é uma putinha necessitada. não conseguiu esperar o neno gozar e já esfregou essa bocetinha gostosa. – ele disse, grosso.

em poucos segundos, ele gozou. sua boca entreaberta conseguiu captar alguma coisa, mas o seu rosto agora estava todo sujo, lotado de porra, você ama. ele estapeia sua bochecha suja com o pau ainda duro. você retira os dedos molhados de dentro do short e mistura o próprio mel com a porra dele, levando os dígitos para a própria boca. depois, você se coloca de pé com dificuldade.

— toda suja por sua causa, neno. toda molhadinha. – você sussurra, sorrindo em seguida. — provei o suficiente? – ele morde o seu lábio inferior e te conduz para o banco do carona do carro, com certeza, esse foi o início da noite.

— é pouco pra mim, gracinha. 'cê vai me provar direito quando me deixar arrombar essa sua bocetinha apertada.

[niallsgoldhoop]

CHANNING

a harry styles one shot seven thousand words cw - sexual content, alcohol, harsh language, spitting, spanking, choking,

“I can’t believe you almost missed this.” Looking over at me, the dark eyes of my closest friend shine under the overhead lights. “I mean, come on— It’s Harryween.”

Using my pinky to perfect the edge of the color as I look in the mirror, I can’t help but roll my eyes. “Okay well I couldn’t let this costume go to waste.”

“Honestly.” Adjusting the straps of her angel wings, she laughs. “It’s perfect.”

Tucking a lock of wavy copper hair behind my ear, the green foliage sewed to the leather top last minute contrasts against my porcelain skin in the best way.

As soon as the decision was made— the costume just happens to fall into place.

It took me less than a day to buy the ivy from a local craft store along with the needle and thread. Deep in the back of my closet there was a black leather corset, the kind that fastened in a line of delicate hooks up the front, one that pushed my breasts up even higher than normal. Pairing that with the black leather skirt that hit the middle of my thighs seemed like the only option that made sense.

Less than two hours sitting on my couch and watching Succession later and all of the ivy had been sewn into place. After a little maneuvering I even managed to turn the broad, verdant colored leaves to a makeshift garter for each of my thighs.

Standing here in this bathroom and looking at my reflection, the extra ivy twisting from the top of the high topped canvas sneakers on my feet, I can’t help but smile at how good it looks snaking over my toned calves and thick thighs.

Poison Ivy.

“We better get down to the pit before it gets too crazy.” With a wide smile on her face, I laugh along with her as her fingers tangle with mine, pulling me along. “If we’re lucky we can get close to the barricade.”

Staying close behind her, the two of us manage to squeeze through the sea of people, finding a spot in the pit good enough that we would be able to get a decent view.

I’d been to plenty of shows before but it felt like nothing compared to the pit at a Harry Styles show.

Even as the show eventually starts, it’s clear that everyone got the memo to dress up and seeing the man of the hour— I’m so glad this is where I ended up.

The way he looks tonight should be illegal.

The way he’s looking at me?

Criminal.

Up on the stage, I make eye contact with him again as he passes by, my body heating under his gaze for what feels like the millionth time.

“God, he keeps looking at you!” The girl with two boas and a pink cowboy hat next to me says, her eyes wide. “What the fuck?!”

I feel my lips as they turn into a smirk, raising my eyes back to the stage to see him in front of me again.

Being so close to the barricade was an accident. Somehow, someway we managed to make out way closer and closer as the night went on. Dancing with everyone around us all night has been the best part of the show.

Well… That and seeing Harry dressed in the most delicate and detailed costume.

A clown with the prettiest cream fabrics and lace along with the most perfect moon and stars offsetting the lighter colors with their darkness. Even his cheeks have the rosiest hue— complete with little pearl drops along his cheeks and above his brows.

Nothing too scary, but something just sexy enough.

As he plays the song everyone longs to hear, this time when lyrics roll off of his heart shaped lips in front of me, there’s no mistaking it.

‘And when I sleep, I'm gonna dream of how you —‘

Eyes set on mine, he brings the tip of each finger to his flattened tongue, a tease of how he would certainly be able to please between the sheets.

Rolling my eyes as my best friend grabs my arm, her fingers pressing into the bare skin of my bicep, I find his gaze lingering before he moves on — deciding to entertain the other side of his stage before making his exit.

It feels like the scene of a documentary as the end of the show finally unfolds and people make their way from the stadium, a mass of people all looking for something to get them as high as the feeling Harry Styles gives them.

Laughing on the way out, I give the longest hugs that I can manage before slipping out into the night to find the small bar that has always welcomed me on a night like tonight.

A night when I’m not ready to dream quite yet.

Between the way the city never sleeps and the people out for their own version of tricks and treats, it feels like hours before I find what I’m looking for even if it’s not terribly far away from where I started.

Still dressed in the costume I threw together at the last minute, I don’t even find myself caring much about that. People from all across the city are dressed in various Halloween get ups— making it that much easier to blend in.

Even if the majority of my skin feels like it’s on display.

Smiling as I grip the door handle, it’s the large hand that covers mine that makes my heart race.

The anchor tattoo.

The mermaid.

The cross.

Turning on my heel, the same eyes that looked into mine in front of thirty thousand people trace over my face — over my freckles, over my cheekbones… Over my lips.

“It’s you.” Low and raspy, the accent drips off his lips as they turn into a sinister grin.

Rolling my tongue along the inside of my cheek, I watch his eyes follow the movement as I press through the door and let him follow.

“It’s me.”

The bar is small and dimly lit, the best place to come if you don’t want to be found.

I’ve come here for years, a product of begging to be lost.

Turning my back on him, I make my way to the bar and sit on one of the stools, smiling as the bartender makes his way down to me. I can feel Harry’s presence as he slides onto the stool next to me, his thigh brushing against the skin of my thigh that my skirt doesn’t cover.

“Hey, babe.” Leaning over the bar and kissing my cheek, the familiar face behind the bar places a shot glass on the counter before filling it with tequila and placing a lime along the rim, sliding it to me. “How was your night?”

My face turns towards the man next to me, his features sharper in the low light as he studies me carefully before I look away from him with a shrug. “It was okay.”

A laugh falls from his lips as he leans into me, his lips brushing against my ear. “Okay? Is that all you have to say about me?”

“Maybe it is.” My shoulders lift in a shrug as I turn to face him, reaching for the shot and taking it, watching Harry as his eyes focus on my lips where I taste the lime. “Why? Are your feelings hurt?”

Catching the attention of the person behind the bar, those mossy eyes hold mine as he orders. “Can I please have four shots of tequila?”

“You alright with this guy, Chan?” Looking between the two of us, his eyes narrow in Harry’s direction.

I laugh. “We’re good. You can pull your best friend shit somewhere else.”

Rolling his eyes, he pours the shots out for the two of us. Leaving a small bowl of salt and limes before making his back to the other end of the bar.

“Chan?” Harry’s voice is rich and smooth, just like you always hear about. “Is that short for Chandler?”

I shake my head as I bring my hand up and flatten my tongue before running it across the back of my hand, eyes locked on his. “No, it’s not.”

“Are you going to tell me?” Watching my every move, his green eyes watch as I pinch salt between my fingers and let it fall to my skin.

“Should I?” Once again, I flatten my tongue across the same spot and taste the salt before picking up the small glass of liquor, tipping it back and letting it burn down my throat. “What’s in it for me if I do?”

Tension unlike I’ve ever known settled between us.

Somewhere my brain tells me to be careful, but the reckless part of me says that sometimes things are just meant to happen.

The odds of running into a man like him are practically zero. Yet here I am with flushed skin from the warmth of his proximity.

I reach for the lime but Harry beats me to it, holding it between his thumb and forefinger and pressing the acidic fruit to my bottom lip, eyes begging for me to open for him.

“Suck.”

Wrapping my fingers around his wrist, I flick my tongue across the broad side of the lime before wrapping my lips around it and following the simple instructions.

“So you do know how to listen.” Harry pulls his hand away from me before dropping the fruit back into the empty shot glass.

Tilting my head back, I laugh.

Pressing my hand on his thigh and leaning forward, this time my lips brush against his ear. “I only listen when I feel like it.”

“Hmm.” He hums as he leans back, eyes looking over my body. “Do you feel like listening tonight?”

I shake my head as he reaches for my hand and pulls me in close, his eyes burning through me as his tongue darts out and presses to my skin along my forearm. Holding me in place and using his other hand, he easily sprinkles the salt along my heated skin before flattening his tongue and tasting it.

My breath hitches in my throat as his fingers tip the glass back, taking the lime and holding it out for me. Taking the hint, I bite onto it and lean towards him letting him take it from me with a smug grin on his face. His lips brush against mine for only a moment before he leans away from me, sucking the juice out of the fruit to chase the bitter taste of the liquor. “Come on, tell me your name.”

“I’ll tell you on one condition.” Squeezing his thigh, I brush my lips against the base of his throat, smiling when I feel him swallow thickly.

“And what’s that?” Gripping my chin, Harry tilts my head backwards and grins at me, his notorious bunny teeth biting into his bottom lip.

I roll my tongue along my bottom lip, watching as his eyes drop to my mouth. “You keep staring at my lips like you want them to do something.”

“Yeah?” His grip on my chin tightens. “What if I want to put them to work?”

I lick my bottom lip as my breathing shallows, giving Harry the opportunity to press his thumb into the small bowl of salt and brush it along my bottom lip. “I’d say you talk a lot for someone who hasn’t made a move yet.”

Harry’s eyes darken as he leans in, flicking his tongue along my bottom lip and tasting the salt. Reaching for one of the last two shots that he ordered, I watch as he pours the liquid into his mouth before using his thumb to pull on my bottom lip in a silent request.

Running my tongue along my lower lip and opening my mouth for him, I can’t even be bothered to be surrounded by other people or the sound that comes from the back of my mouth when he spits the liquor onto my waiting tongue.

Grabbing the lime and holding it against the skin of my throat, I’m almost embarrassed by the whimper that falls from my lips when he squeezes the wedge and his warm tongue catches the juice as it rolls down the column of my throat as I swallow.

“That’s right… Swallow for me, pretty girl.”

I can barely register his words before his lips are on mine and I can taste the flavor on his tongue as it finds mine, one of his hands sliding back into the waves at the nape of my neck and the other slipping just under the hem of my skirt and past the dark leaves of my costume.

He kisses me hard and with no abandon, as if he wants nothing more than to devour me. Leaning closer to him and hooking my finger into the waistband of his pants, I moan lightly when his teeth drag across my bottom lip.

“I need to get you alone.” He mumbles, his hand sliding along the inside of my thigh as his fingertips dance across my skin. “Need you on your knees while I watch those lips wrap around me.

I gasp when he drops his lips to my neck, nipping and sucking my skin. “There’s a private bathroom in the office— fuck, down the hall.”

Leaving the last shot, Harry takes my hand and pulls me towards the hallway that leads us in the right direction. With his arms wrapping around my body from behind, once we stop just long enough for me to punch in the code for the keypad I can feel him hard and ready behind me.

“If you don’t hurry, I’m going to take you right fucking here.” Nipping my earlobe, Harry plays with the hem of my skirt as his hand grips my throat and turns my head to the side, giving him more access. “How many ways are you going to let me fuck you, pretty girl?”

“Fuck.” Punching the last number into the keypad, when it beeps twice and I turn the handle, it opens easily.

We barely make it into the room and slam the door before Harry turns on me, pressing my body into the door and pressing his thigh between my legs, pinning me in place.

His mouth is on mine in a messy and hungry kiss all while his hands take their time exploring my body. From my breasts to my ass, not one place goes unnoticed by his skilled hands.

“This fucking costume.” Bringing the skin at the base of my throat between his teeth only to soothe it with his tongue, I shiver when he drags his finger along the top of the ivy, digging behind it enough to trace my skin. “People think that it’s so bright on stage and that I can’t see, but I do — I fucking see everything.”

Kissing under my jaw, his hands work the hooks that line the front of the top, one by one. “Tell me what you saw, Harry.

“You want to know?” Dragging his tongue across the swell of my breasts, I reach up and run my nails across his scalp, making him moan. “I saw you, dressed in this—“ Releasing the last button and letting the top of the corset fall to the floor, Harry cups both of my breasts and squeezes them, pinching each nipple at the same time. “I watched you dance, seeing your perfect ass sway from side to side like you didn’t give a single fuck that I was on that stage.”

Dropping down, Harry runs his tongue across the sensitive peak a moment before taking it between his teeth, pulling back enough to make me gasp. “I didn’t— I was more of a Niall girl—”

“Beautiful and bratty, huh?” His fingers find my throat as I smile, pressing into my skin just enough that my lips part on an exhale from the rush. “The only name that's going to come off your lips tonight is mine.”

“You seem so—.” My thoughts all but disappear when I feel Harry reach down and slip his hand under the tight material of my skirt after tracing the edge of the garter along my thighs.

Taking my nipple back into his mouth and teasing, he pulls back to look at me as his knuckle presses into my clit over the fabric of my underwear. “I seem so what, Chan? You won’t even tell me your name yet here you are — dripping down the inside of your thighs for me.”

“So full of yourself.” I finally get out. “Maybe you really are an arrogant son of a bitch, aren’t you?”

Pushing the fabric aside, Harry doesn’t even pace himself, sliding two fingers deep inside of me and making me cry out as his thumb circles my clit with so much pressure it borders pain. “You have no fucking idea.”

“Harry—“ I moan.

Curling his fingers, I feel like my body is on overdrive as he works an orgasm out of my body quicker than even I’ve been able to do it. . “Come on my fingers for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

Reaching out and gripping his shoulders, I can see the dark evergreen of his eyes just on the rim of his blown out pupils under the lights as his breath comes out shallow, the muscles under his skin flexing as he works me even harder through my orgasm.

Once my body loses all of the tension I tip forward into Harry’s arms with a laugh. “Jesus.”

“Yeah? That good?” He smirks as he wraps my hair around his fist. Once, twice. “Chan, I need to ask you something.”

I nod, my eyes the only things he’s focused on. “Now you want to ask questions?”

“I’m serious.” His nose brushes mine before he places a soft kiss to my lips, a complete contrast to the way he just coaxed a release from my body. “I need to know that if you don’t like something or you want me to stop that you’ll tell me, okay?”

I nod, pressing another soft kiss to his lips, taking my time to enjoy the way his tongue feels moving with mine. “I promise.”

“Are you sure?” His eyes burn into my features looking for any sign of hesitance.

“I’m sure.” Getting impatient, I nip his bottom lip. “Now, are you going to fuck me or stand here and be a gentleman all night? Which one is it?”

“Such a fucking mouth on you.” Flexing his hand in my hair and pulling tighter, there’s no option but for me to sink to my knees as Harry guides me. “I hope you know how to use it for more than just your attitude.”

Sitting back on my heels, I lick my lips. “Only one way to find out.”

“Go on then.” Nodding towards his straining cock beneath the fabric of his pants, he waits for me to undo the button. “Let me watch you choke on my cock so that you can’t talk back to me.”

When my hands finally free him, I whimper at the same time Harry’s groan fills the small office. Leaking with precome, I flick the tip of my tongue to collect the pearly drops.

“Pinch my thigh if it gets to be too much, yeah?” Using his hand that doesn’t still have my hair wrapped around his fist, he cups my jaw and runs his thumb across my cheek as I nod. “Be a good girl and open your mouth for me.”

Taking Harry into my mouth, I wish I could take a picture of how he looks from this angle. His head tilts back as a moan curves around his lips, I swear to god I’ve never seen anything sexier in my entire life. Pushing his hips forward slowly, I hollow my cheeks as I use my tongue to feel every single ridge and vein he has to offer me. My hands rest on his thighs as he drops his head down and meets my gaze.

“I’m going to go harder, is that okay?” With his cock still in my mouth, I nod. “Good fucking girl, good girl.”

Harry pushes his thighs even deeper, groaning at the feeling of his cock sliding down the back of my throat and making the muscles constrict around him from the intrusion. It feels like so much pressure and not enough at the same time as he repeats the action. Tears form in my waterline as I choke over and over, the tears spilling out onto my cheeks.

“See how good you're taking my cock down your pretty little throat?” Sliding his hand from my cheek, I moan around him as his hand rests across my throat. “Fuck, are you going to swallow for me?”

I choke once more, nodding.

“Good.”

It’s one word that precedes his release, one that I make good on my promise and swallow every drop of.

Once Harry pulls back, I take a deep breath and look up to him for only a moment before he pulls me to my feet and spins us around. Lifting me up and sitting me onto the desk, stepping between my legs and tracing his fingers over the edges of the ivy still wrapped around me.

Instantly his lips are on mine, groaning at his own tastes as he reaches between my legs and pushes the material of the leather skirt up, his fingers finding the sensitive nerve at the apex of my thighs as my hips roll forward to meet the friction.

“Are you this wet for me?” Lips ghosting over mine, his fingers find my nipple, pinching. “Do you want a taste?”

“Yes, please.” I say, looking into his eyes as he brings his fingers up, smearing the arousal across my bottom lip before kissing me again.

It’s impossible not to feel crazed as his hands fall to my thighs and push up my skirt, watching as it bunches up around my hips. “Lay back for me.”

Placing his hand in the center of my chest, I fall back onto the desk and whimper when I feel his warm lips leaving lingering kisses along the inside of my thighs.

“Look at you, so willing to let me do whatever I want with you tonight. I don’t even want to unwrap this pretty package you’ve put on for me.” His breath ghost across my center, the anticipation making me feel like I could explode at any minute. “I guess I got lucky— finding you on a night where you want to listen. A night where you want to be told what to do. Am I right?”

Harry doesn’t give the time to formulate an answer, his tongue immediately pressing into my clit before sucking it into his mouth. The action takes me by surprise as my back arches off the desk and my hands search for anything to hold onto.

Dragging patterns across the nerve, I cry out his name as he devours me like he’s never done before. As he releases my clit, his tongue finds my entrance and makes a languid path through my arousal before reaching the place I want him the most.

Up and down.

Side to side.

The stimulation makes my thighs shake as he tugs my hips toward him until my ass hangs off the desk and he pulls my dripping cunt even further into his face.

“Harry, fuck.” My hands flip, nails digging into the wood of the desk no doubt leaving marks. “Right there, fuck. I’ve never— never been so close so fast—“

Pushing myself up to my elbows, I let my head roll back as Harry rolls my clit between his teeth before pulling back, delivering a harsh slap to my outer thigh.

“Do you want to come for me?” Pressing a kiss to the inside of my knee, he raises a brow in my direction and smirks when I nod. “If you want to come for me— if you’re going to scream my name— you’re going to watch me as you do it. You’re going to watch me devour you like my last meal, do you understand?”

I bite my bottom lip and nod, resisting the urge to roll my head back when he immediately finds my clit and brings two fingers to my entrance, pushing them in and finding my g-spot.

“Harry.” His name falls off my lips like a prayer as he keeps his eyes on mine. “Please, please let me come. I need it, I—

I feel it as my body gives into the pleasure Harry so willingly gives.

My back arches, my breast pushing up into the air and not even a sound is able to pour from my mouth. Reaching out to grasp something and knocking a cup of pens onto the floor behind me, I cry out.

“Let everyone know who makes you feel this good.” Standing up, Harry looks down at me as he fists his cock in his hand. “I need to be inside of you right fucking now.”

“Condom?” I ask, still trying to catch my breath.

Harry reaches behind him and grabs his wallet, pulling one out and ripping it open with his teeth before rolling it on his length. “Tell me what you want? Hard? Soft?”

“Give me what nobody else can, don’t fucking hold back.” I grit out, feeling him run his cock along my clit. “Prove to me that you can fuck as good as everyone thinks you can.”

Harry smiles down at me only a moment before thrusting his hips forward, burying himself as deep as possible, making me scream out for him. “How’s that for a start? You’re so fucking wet for me.”

“Harry!” I cry. “I need it just like that, so deep.”

Pulling his hips back, Harry leans over to kiss me as he thrusts again, the power behind it pushing the desk forward an inch. “Yeah? You like feeling like this? Feeling so fucking full that you can’t stand it. Fuck, you take my cock so fucking well, so fucking well.”

“You’re so big, shit.” I moan, my head lolling to the side as his hands spread across my waist and grip me before slamming into me. “God. It feels so— so fucking good.”

“You can take it.” Harry moans above me, his eyes going back and forth between my face to where he disappears inside of me, watching as I take every inch of him. “It feels like this was made for me. So tight, so warm.”

“Please, I need more—“

At my words alone, Harry pulls out and pulls me off the desk and turns me around. Pressing his hand between my shoulder blades, he bends me over the desk before pushing my skirt back up around my waist and grips the waistband to hold me in place.

“Is this what you wanted?” Peering at him over my shoulder, I open my mouth on a breathless moan when his hand cracks across the left side of my ass — quickly followed by the right. “Did you need me to fuck you from behind so I could spank you like this? Huh?”

I feel Harry as he slowly pushes his hips forward, filling me. Listening to his moans as they bounce off the walls, my own whimpers mix with the sound. Gripping my hips, he takes his time as he works so slow — each inch more agonizing than the last before his hips press against my ass.

“Are you going soft on me back there?” Looking at him over my shoulder, I smirk when fire flashes behind his eyes. “Is the guy from the bar all of a sudden gone?”

Harry rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek, shaking his head before raising his hand and delivering a harsh slap, one that’s sure to leave his handprint behind.

“I know you fucking like that, don’t you? You’re squeezing my cock like it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt.” Fingers digging into my hips, I moan when he pulls me back onto his cock and buries himself even deeper. “Tell me — tell me I'm the best you’ve ever had.”

Gripping the edge of the desk, I try to ground myself as Harry brushes against my g-spot with every single thrust, the pull in the base of my spine getting so strong that I don’t know how much longer I'll be able to hold out.

“I’ve neve been fucked like this.” I cry. “Nobody has ever, ever made me feel so fucking good.”

My eyes roll back as Harry presses his fingers against my clit and works them in time with his trusts, making me push up onto the tips of my toes in search of the release that isn’t far off.

“Like that, oh my god.” Panting, I meet him thrust for thrust as he fucks me harder and harder. “I'm so close.”

“Come on pretty poison girl, soak my cock for me.” Gripping the back of my neck, Harry presses me into the desk and gives me everything he has until my body gives up, releasing around him. “Fuck. you feel so good when you come around me like that. So damn good.”

Slowing his rhythm, Harry sweeps my hair off of my back and leans over me, pressing kisses up the curve of my spine. “Harry.”

“Yes?” His voice is soft as he presses a kiss to my shoulder. “You are incredible.”

“One more.” The words fall from my lips even though I know that I'm so fucked, that I know I won’t last much longer. “I want one more.”

Stopping his movements, I feel Harry chuckle. “You think you can handle me again?”

“I want to see you.” I say, my eyes darting toward the door of the bathroom. “Let me watch you come undone over me.”

Harry grins as he pulls out, the loss of him more than I expected. “I never would have guessed the woman in the crowd would be able to fuck me so well.”

“You shouldn’t underestimate people, Harry.” I walk in front of him, listening to the way he moans when he sees my own release dripping down the inside of my thighs. “Do you like what you see?”

“Fuck.” Running his hand through his curls. He looks freshly fucked and I can’t wait to finish him. “Let me see you.”

Stepping into the bathroom and turning on the light, the sleek and modern design is perfect. Turning, Harry steps close and finds my lips with his, taking his time to kiss me as his hands once again wander my body.

When he takes my nipple into his mouth, I let my head tilt back. “Come on. Give me what I want.”

“So fucking needy.” Harry responds, turning me around and pinning me against the counter. “Bend over, you pretty slut.” Pressing my ass out and shaking it from side to side, I cry out when Harry strikes his palm across each cheek. “How many?”

The tone in his voice makes me moan. “Fuck.”

“I said—“ Cracking down his palm again, he steps up behind me, pushing just his tip inside of my throbbing center. “How many.”

“Until you think I’ve had enough.”

I arch my back when he thrusts forward, his hand connecting with my ass even harder. “What if I never get enough. huh?”

“Harry—“

“What if I'm starting to think one night isn’t enough for me?” He thrusts so deep and I’m so sensitive that it feels so good, I clench around him. “Fuck, when you grip my cock like that I never want to leave — I could fuck you all damn night.”

I moan as I meet his gaze in the mirror, looking at the tattoos on his arms as he slides his hands up my back, gripping my shoulders and pulling me back onto his cock. “Don’t say that.”

“What? Don’t say that I want you?” Bringing his palm against my skin, his gaze locks on mine. “This— fuck, this isn’t normal.”

“What?” I ask, biting my bottom lip and letting my head fall forward. “What isn’t—”

“Feeling like this after one night.” Thrusting into me so hard that I scream, I feel tears in my eyes over the way my body feels ready to give into him again. “I’ve never had sex like this, never fucked anyone this good.”

I let my head fall to the side as my cheek presses against the cool counter, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing through the small room. “That’s because you've never been with someone like me before.”

“Fuck—“ Harry is relentless as he searches for his release. “I need you to come for me again, please.”

Begging me, his eyes are hazy as he looks at me, gaze looking with mine until with one thrust, my body shatters around his. “Harry!”

“Oh, shit—“

I watch as his head rolls back and his body stills for just a moment before his hips slowly guide in and out of me, riding us through the orgasms we’ve given each other.

“There you go, pretty girl.” Running his hands up and down my back. I take a deep breath. “You’re so fucking good. So good, Chan.”

I take a deep breath as I try to center myself. “Harry, that was—“

Resting his forehead between my shoulder blades, his warm breath skates across my skin. “I didn’t know it would be like that when I saw you tonight, the woman dressed with ivy across her body— that the vines would wrap around me and pull me in.”

“I don’t know why you’re the surprised one.” I say, wetting my lips. “You’re the one that showed up here. How?”

Harry pulls out, a whimper falling from my lips at the loss of him. “I don’t know… I wanted to get a drink somewhere where I wouldn’t feel like Harry Styles — I wanted to go somewhere small and local.”

“And you ended up here?” I ask, looking up at him from under my lashes.

Grabbing a hand towel, Harry presses a kiss to my temple before running it under warm water and hoisting me onto the counter, laughing as I wince.

“I ended up here.” He smiles as he reaches his hand between my legs, kissing me when I gasp as he runs the warm cloth over my sensitive clit.

We both look at each other and it’s almost like Harry can’t help it when he leans down to kiss me, taking his time as his hands come up to cup my cheeks.

“Let’s get you dressed, okay?” He speaks the words against my lips but makes no move to let me off the counter to grab my top. “Maybe in a few minutes.”

I laugh. “Come on, we have to get out of here before someone comes in.”

“I hope they do.” kissing down the side of my neck, Harry rests his forehead against my collarbone. “I need everyone to know I was with you — that you’ve been fucked you harder than you ever have in your life.”

Resting my hand in the middle of his chest, I push him backwards and hop off the counter on shaky legs, Harry laughing as he rests his hands on my hips to guide me back into the office.

“Here, let me help you.” It’s a sweet gesture to see a man like him help me back into my top, watching as he uses all of his concentration to make sure every hook gets fastened properly while he doesn’t disturb the leaves.

“Thank you… For tonight.” I say, looking over his features. “I really had a good time.”

Harry smiles and brushes a lock of hair from off my face. “I did too.”

I give him one last smile, reaching for the door handle.

Before I turn it, Harry reaches for my hand, turning me and pressing me into the door one last time, finding my lips with his own.

Unlike most of the kisses tonight, this one is so slow, so gentle.

“I know I'm asking a lot, but I need to be able to see you again — I don't know what my brain is doing to me, but I just know that I need it.” The look in his eyes is so full of hope, so soft. “I’ll understand if you say no.”

“Here.” I hold my hand out, hoping he gets the hint.

When he does, he takes his phone out of his pocket and hands it over. I easily put my name and number in before giving it back to him, watching his lips curl up with a grin.

“Channing?” Looking from his phone to me, I smile as my hand grips the doorknob and finally push it open.

I wink at him as I step out into the hall. “It’s me.”

He steps forward and grips my hip one last time. bringing his lips down to mine.

“It’s you.”

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[luffytheworld]

Hidden feelings

A/N: Update!!!! Finally!!!! So so sorry for the long wait on updating… i got rlly busy irl & hit writers block as well. I also want to mention how this chapter and the story from now on will change, I was getting sick of my writing style kinda and the personality I was giving Y/N, so i’ll try to slowly implant the change. Thanks!

warnings: curse words! & typical Mean girl Boa Hancock but i can’t help it ;; she’s so Regina George coded. ugh i love them both. also

pairing: Luffy x Fem Reader

w/c: 2.5k…. ik so short <\3

previous part: here

Chapter 3: Cruel

Time flew as you became more and more closer to Luffy and his friend group. Warming up to you and you to them as well. Not just was their influence impacting you and your confidence, you finally had a sense of belonging in this place .

After certain events last year, you serious considered transferring schools. Losing the few friendships and such an important person to you, just to be replaced by all of them in less than a month, teared your little heart. The only factor preventing you from asking your parents to transfer you, which they wouldn’t have minded at all considering you never bother them for anything ever, was the scholarship you were guaranteed to obtain if you graduated from Grand Line Academy.

The heart break was devastating but you also couldn’t allow yourself to throw all your hard work and efforts, making them be in vain for some stupid jerk who couldn’t appreciate you.

You were glad you didn’t make the decision to transfer.

For too long, you had been trapped in a cycle of loneliness and depression, hurting over the memories of your past relationship. It had been a dark period, filled with endless days of feeling isolated and unseen. But now, with Luffy and your friends, your life had taken on a vibrant new hue.

“Hey, Y/N! Catch!" Luffy's voice broke through your thoughts, and you looked up just in time to see a soccer ball hurtling towards you. With a quick reflex, you caught it.

“Nice catch!" Usopp called out, giving you a thumbs up from where he was sprawled on the grass.

“Thanks," you replied, tossing the ball back to Luffy with a little more force than necessary, causing him to stumble. You laughed as he regained his balance, shooting you a playful glare.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, and you all began to gather your things. As you walked back to the school building, You felt a nice warmth wave in your chest. This was what you been missing,this sense of belonging, of being part of something more than just by yourself.

In class, Luffy sat behind you, occasionally poking you with a pencil to get your attention. Nami, who sat next to you, would roll her eyes at his antics but couldn't hide her smile at how cute you guys would tease each other. Even the most mundane classes felt more bearable with one of more of your friends around.

You had blossomed in this new environment, your confidence growing each day. You were no longer the quiet, withdrawn girl from before. Now, you walked the halls with your head held high, your beauty and charisma catching attention as time went by.

After school, your adventures continued. Whether it was racing to the arcade, lounging at the beach, or simply hanging out at the local café, every day was filled with laughter and camaraderie. Zoro and Sanji’s constant bickering, Robin’s quiet yet comforting presence, and Chopper’s endearing innocence added to the lively tapestry of their lives. As well as the chaotic actions of the others.

One afternoon, as you were walking to the park, you decided to have a little fun. You stealthily moved behind Luffy and tugged on his hat, pulling it over his eyes. “Hey! Who turned out the lights?” Luffy exclaimed, flailing his arms around comically. You stealthily moved behind Luffy, then, with a swift motion, jumped onto his back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Hey! What the—” Luffy exclaimed, stumbling slightly under the unexpected weight.

“Gotcha,” You laughed, your breath warm against his ear. you held on tight, feeling the solid muscles of his shoulders and the warmth of his body.

Luffy grinned, his hands coming up to hold your legs for support. “You’re gonna pay for that, Y/N!” he declared, his voice full of playful threat.

“Oh yeah? How?” you teased, leaning closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered.

Luffy’s face turned a slight shade of red, but he kept his grin. “Like this!” With a sudden movement, he shifted your weight, sending you both tumbling to the ground in a fit of laughter.

As you reached the park, the group spread out, some heading for the swings, others setting up an playing soccer on the side. You, still giggling from your little teasing on Luffy, felt a surge of happiness. You were becoming more known throughout the school now, not just for your looks, but for your lively spirit and newfound confidence.

“Y/N’s really changed huh,”Nami said, joining Robin on a bench, who was calming looking over some musical sheets.

“Yeah,” Robin agreed, her eyes on you and Luffy as he tried to balance on a seesaw. “She’s out of her shell.”

Nami smiled, squeezing Robin’s arm to regain her attention back. “So you will not guess what happened yesterday when Vivi came over…”

Their days continued—filled with silly hangouts, spontaneous adventures, and the normalcy of high school life. You knew there would be some challenges ahead, especially academic ones but with Luffy and your friends support, you felt ready. For the first time in a long while, you were truly happy.

The halls of the school were unusually quiet as you made your way back to class, having spent the past hour helping a teacher with some errands. You enjoyed the occasional solitude. Your thoughts were still on the fun had y’all shared earlier in the park, your mind filled with Luffy’s laughter and the warmth of his embrace.

As you rounded a corner, your peace was disturbed. Standing in the middle of the hallway, leaning against a row of lockers, was Boa Hancock. Known for her stunning beauty and equally sharp tongue, Hancock was probably the most known girl in the entire school, mostly for glamorous looks, destined for a future in modeling. Honestly you might’ve had a slight crush on her during your freshman year. You didn’t know if it was a sense of desiring her or having admiration for her beauty. Nethertheless, it went away as you silently noted her really rude behavior once or twice before.

She fixed you with a piercing gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of disdain and something else—jealousy, perhaps?

“Oh my god! if it isn’t the girl who can’t keep her hands off my man," Hancock sneered, pushing off the lockers and sauntering over, her movements graceful and calculated.

You straightened, your confidence momentarily faltering under Hancock’s scrutiny. "Excuse me?” you answered back, trying to keep your tone neutral.

Hancock crossed her arms, looking you up and down with critical eyes. “You’ve been getting pretty cozy with Luffy, haven’t you? It’s pathetic how you throw yourself at him. You look so desperate.

You bristled at the insinuation but kept your composure. "Um. We’re just friends."

Hancock’s lips curved into a mocking smile. "Friends? From where I’m standing, it looks like you’re acting like a total slut. Especially since I’m dating him."

You felt a cold chill run down your spine at Hancock’s words. You opened your mouth to retort but found yourself momentarily speechless. The accusation stung, but what hit harder was the claim that Hancock was dating Luffy. You knew Luffy could be oblivious, but could he really have hidden something like that from you? And why did he always refer to Hancock as just a friend? You didn’t know whether that was true or not, but a wave of reality struck you and made you insanely guilty for having made moves or touches with him before.

“Don’t look so surprised," Hancock continued, her voice softening slightly but not losing its edge. "Luffy deserves better than some desperate girl who doesn’t know her place."

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. "I don’t know what you think you’ve seen, Hancock, but I’ve never thrown myself at Luffy. We’re just friends. And if he hasn’t mentioned you, maybe you should ask yourself why."

Hancock’s eyes flashed with anger, but before she could respond, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the hall. You turned to see Nami and Zoro coming towards you, their expressions immediately hardening when they saw the two of your speaking.

“Hey Y/N, Hancock.” Nami greeted, stepping in, kind of protectively beside you.

“Just having a friendly chat," Hancock said smoothly, though her eyes never left Y/N’s. "Remember what I said, Y/N.”

With that, Hancock turned on her heel and walked away, her gorgeous long black hair swaying elegantly behind her. You watched her go, a mixture of anger and confusion churning in your chest. Why would Luffy not mention dating Hancock if it was true? And why did he always talk about Hancock as if she were just a good friend?

Nami placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey what happened? Was she bothering or something.”

“No, it’s fine. She didn’t do anything to me. But I’m so confused. Are her and Luffy actually dating?”

Nami and Zoro exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter. You frowned, feeling a mix of confusion and irritation.

“Seriously? She said that?" Zoro managed to say between chuckles.

Nami wiped a tear from her eye. "Oh, Y/N, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Luffy doesn’t give a damn about dating. He’s as oblivious as they come."

You bit your lip. "So, they’re not dating?"

“Not even close," Nami confirmed, still smiling. "Hancock might like to think she’s dating Luffy, but trust me, he’s completely unaware of it."

Zoro leaned back against the lockers, shaking his head. "Luffy’s got his mind on food and soccer. Romance isn’t even on his radar. She’s delusional and she thinks they’re dating because of this one time they—“

“And honestly, Y/N, you might be a little delusional too. Luffy friend-zoned Hancock harshly a long time ago without even knowing he did." Nami interrupted while slamming Zoro’s arm harshly

You were confused at the remark but felt a wave of relief and a twinge of embarrassment. "I guess I got a bit carried away," you admitted, your face warming.

Nami patted your shoulder reassuringly. "Don’t worry about it. Hancock likes to stir up shit all the time, just a drama queen. And honestly, Luffy’s clueless. He only thinks of her as a friend."

With that reassurance, you felt a bit more at ease. Whatever Hancock’s motives are, you knew you have your friends with you and that Luffy’s obliviousness wasn’t personal. It was just part of who he was.

Zoro nodded. “if she’s really dating Luffy, I’m a monkey’s uncle."

You managed a weak smile at that. "Haha, okay then.”

As you walked back to class together though, you couldn’t help but replay Hancock’s words in her mind.

While you do have a small (not really..) crush on Luffy, were you really throwing yourself that much at him?

Her words made you insecure. Is that what you look like? DESPERATE?

You sighed. You haven’t told anyone yet about your little crush on the particular silly dude, well besides your private small social media audience, but you were worried. Like, was it really that obvious?

You also noted Nami and Zoro’s words from before and their implications, “you might be a little delusional too.” and the “you got nothing to worry about.” Did they know already? You mentally groaned, trying to drown out the heavy embarrassment you felt.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. You couldn’t focus in class, your mind tangled in a mess of thoughts and the new insecurity of being interpreted as “desperate” and touchy. When the final bell rang, you quickly gathered your things and headed for the spot where you knew your friends would be hanging out with the rest of the crew. A little feeling of just distancing yourself and taking a different route than normal arising though. You felt a pang of longing mixed with uncertainty. You liked Luffy a lot but didn’t want to weird him out or come across as desperate.

You greeted everyone with a smile but found yourself lingering on the outskirts of the group. You laughed at their jokes and joined in the conversation, but you made a conscious effort to keep yourinteractions with Luffy to a minimum.

Luffy, as usual, seemed oblivious to the subtle shift. He glanced at you a few times, his brow furrowing in brief confusion, but quickly brushed it off, focusing back on the group’s antics.

Sanji noticed your quieter demeanor and gave you a concerned look. "You alright, Y/N?" he asked, handing you a snack he had saved.

You forced a smile. "Yeah, I’m good. Just tired, I guess."

Sanji nodded, though he didn’t seem entirely convinced. "If you need anything, I’m here for you.

As you continued their walk, you couldn’t help but feel the distance growing between you and Luffy, not physically but emotionally. It was hard pretending everything was normal when all you wanted was to be close to him. But you resolved to play it cool, hoping that, in time, things would fall into place.

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Things did not fall into place following. Infact, they got ultimately worse. Your peace had been disturbed by cruel girls who didn’t have anything better to do with their lives than make other people’s worse.

With Hancock’s words creating insecurities and adding distance to you and Luffy’s relationship over the past following weeks, she took the initiative to get closer to him.

Although the rest of the gang weren’t particularly fond of her, especially Nami and Robin, whom Hancock felt threatened by for some reason. They still withstood her presence since she was a friend’s of Luffy.

Hancock didn’t even acknowledge your presence and even made mocking intimate moves on Luffy, you assumed it was to get a reaction out of you, and Luffy being completely clueless and instead, following along.

It really irritated you, especially with learning that they’re actually rather close friends due to Hancock helping Luffy in a very difficult situation involving his older brother, whom you also never heard about until right now.

After learning of those facts, you zoned out all other thoughts and continued your studying with Chopper instead of involving in conversation. Studying and being on top of your studies was the only way to distract yourself from the boiling, almost spilling over jealousy brewing inside of you.

You acknowledge that you and Luffy were just simply good friends, but it hurt, knowing that such a stunning girl, someone who you had no competition to compete with, also harbored the same feeling as you for him. Even more with the intimacy they shared, I mean she has had to already met his family if she knows his older brother. Meanwhile, you have no idea what his life is life outside of school, soccer and the hang outs. It’s almost like you had no chance now.

That wasn’t what made matters worse, however. It was the fact that you didn’t realize that Hancock Boa and another certain green haired snake bitch were good friends.

It was a few days ago when you were heading to the courtyard where you usually met up with the gang during lunch now that the weather’s nicer. You were looking forward to some of Sanji’s homemade dishes again until you noticed the 2 girls walking ahead of you.

Boa Hancock and Monet were walking together, attached to the hip, by the fountain, chatting animatedly. The sight made your stomach drop.

"Since when are those two friends?" you muttered under your breath, ducking behind a nearby tree to observe them. It wasn’t long before you pieced two and two together. Your stomach dropped coming up with the conclusion that Monet, whom was close friends with your ex-boyfriend , could possible have shared everything about your harsh and private situation with Hancock. The worst.

Your heart pounded in your chest as the realization sank in. If Monet had told Hancock, it was only a matter of time before it became hot gossip for the entire school.

As you approached the usual meeting spot, your mind raced with anxiety. What if Hancock used that information against her? What if she tells the others and they believe her without knowing your side of the story? What if Luffy thinks differently of you? thoughts were almost too much to bear. You were sick to your stomach, you headed out of the garden and on to the nurses office, where you skipped class and remained for the rest of the day in. Texting the others and apologizing for not being with them, stating you felt nauseous and puked earlier.

Those thoughts didn’t stop, provoking you and making you over think nonstop, even more. It wasn’t until you were at home, ready for bed, after hours of lying there staring at the ceiling that your eyes finally got tired, did the thoughts stop.

It was saturday morning, and no school to remind you of your previous overthinking from before. While the light stomach feeling was there, you brushed it off and continued with your morning routine of eating breakfast with your family and brushing your teeth.

You opened your phone with multiple texts from your friend’s Group chat and some seperate texts from Nami asking if you’re feeling better & if you’re gonna tag along with them as well as what you’re gonna wear.

Your friends had planned to meet up later at this new sushi place they opened up near the area. You felt bad for ditching yesterday during lunch so you gathered up the courage to get out of bed and fix yourself up to go.

Much to your dismay, Hancock was already there, sitting in the bus stop booth with a smug look on her face. You didn’t know who invited her since there was no notification or record that she was invited to the group chat, where all the details of the meet up are in, but you lightly cursed them.

"Y/N," Hancock greeted, her tone dripping with false sweetness. "I see you’re gonna be bothering us today."

You forced a smile. "Hey, Hancock. Waiting for the others?"

"Yes," Hancock replied, her smile turning sharp. "And it looks like we are alone right now. I was meaning to let you know something.”

Your stomach churned. "About what?"

Hancock took a step closer, her eyes narrowing. "About how you should be ashamed of yourself."

Your breath hitched. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on, Y/N. Don’t play dumb," Hancock sneered. "I know everything about what happened with your ex. You really think you deserve someone like Luffy after that mess?"

Your heart sank. So, it happened. Monet had shared the details of YOUR breakup with Hancock. You felt a wave of anger and betrayal wash over you. “That’s none of your business, Hancock."

"None of my business?" Hancock echoed with a mocking laugh. "Please. It’s everyone’s business when you’re trying to worm your way into Luffy’s life. You don’t deserve him. If you cheated once, you’ll do it again. and Luffy doesn’t deserve a whore.”

You digged your nails into your palms, struggling to keep your composure. "You don’t know the whole story or the truth.”

"Maybe not," Hancock conceded, "but I know enough. And so will everyone else if you don’t back off from Luffy."

At that moment, the rest of the crew started to arrive, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Hancock’s expression shifted back to its usual charm, playing innocent and unaware, leaving you fuming and on edge.

As the group gathered, Luffy noticed your tense demeanor. "Hey, Y/N, you okay?"

You forced another smile, not wanting to worry him. "Yeah, I’m fine. Just a long day."

But inside, you were reeling. Hancock’s words had struck a nerve, and now you had to figure out what would you even tell your friends, Luffy, if it is that they hear Hancock’s words without your explanation.

a/n: hope you guys enjoyed the chapter!! Would’ve been a lot LOT much longer but it’s rlly late rn for me and I have my first day of work tmr so…. I’ll try to update soon. Thank you

[cyborg-franky]

Summer is coming... So what are they planning for you?

Citybreak They are planning a long weekend in a city you have always wanted to visit. Nice dinners, taking in the local vibe. Nightlife? Shopping? Museums? Whatever your preference is, they have you covered. Maybe you just want somewhere different to explore and venture around. Looking out your hotel room at night with the skyline of glittering lights! Sanji - Marco - Corazon - Law - Killer - Mihawk - Perona - Boa - Nami - Brook - Robin - Uta

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Camping The moment summer is around the corner, they get the tent out and make sure it’s ready to go. They are getting into hardcore camping mode. Everything you’d need is all packed and ready. It’s time to have nights out by a lake, maybe fishing or swimming. Campfires and nature are all around you. Thatch - Ace - Sabo - Usopp - Jinbei - Zoro - Luffy --

Beach holiday Sunsets and cocktails, swimming all day, tanning under the sun, building sandcastles together. They can’t wait to feel the sand between their toes and splash you in the water or ensure you have enough sun lotion. Then there is the pier, the view, and the silly games and amusements that line it. Sanji - Marco - Ace - Nami - Jinbei - Franky - Luffy - Robin - Shanks - Crocodile --

Staying at home Both of you are exhausted and just need a rest. You don’t leave your house, and you also don’t lift a finger to work. You both have time to be together, have some movie marathons, catch up on your hobbies, and create creative joint space with one another. You are just decompressing after stress at work. Both of you are ignoring the outside world. Thatch - Deuce - Law - Mihawk - Usopp - Zoro - Robin --

Amusement park holiday They want nothing more than to book a stay at a water park or amusement park. After a long weekend of screaming on the rides, eating junk food, and being scammed at the amusements, they insist on winning you a plush, and in the end, they manage! Walking around the parks until you think your legs might fall off. Taking in the shows and all the entertainment together. Ace - Corazon - Killer - Barto - Sabo - Brook - Franky -Luffy - Buggy - Uta

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Glamping Wanting to be outside but with class. No sleeping on the ground. They’ve planned a week-long stay at a cabin or a treehouse, maybe a strange-shaped place like a UFO you can sleep in? The calm nights in nature but with a good night's sleep. Also, the hot tub while you listen to the world around you. Thatch - Corazon - Mihawk - Nami - Benn --

Travel to another country It's time to explore another place entirely. They’ve planned this for months, and now it’s time. You both can’t wait to see the sights: the food, the art, the everything. You are immersing yourself in adventures together.  Sanji - Thatch - Deuce - Izou - Law - Doffy - Perona - Sabo - Usopp - Brook - Robin - Shanks - Benn - Crocodile --

Roadtrip Just you and them. The car is packed, the snacks and drinks are loaded in the cooler, and you have a list of things you want to hit on your summer trip. Music, the open road, singing along with one another. Maybe you don’t even have a plan; perhaps you just wing it. Windows down, wind in your hair and being in one another's company. Marco - Ace - Deuce - Kidd - Killer - Sabo - Franky - Zoro - Luffy --

Snowy getaway. Maybe it’s snowboarding and skiing in the cold? Lovely wooden lodges, hot cocoa, and their competitive streak. White snowy scenery and comfy warm sweaters. Log fires and exhausted limbs. Law - Kidd - Ace - Zoro - Robin - Benn --

Resort The best money can buy. Three meals a day, all top-tier with wine, cocktails, and anything you could ask for, brought to your room with the best view in town. A private pool, a private beach area just for you. They have it all planned and want to live in the lap of luxury with you: couples spa day, the works. Sanji - Izou - Doffy - Boa - Nami - Crocodile --

Hotsprings Traditional, calm, relaxing, and good for your soul, it involves just you and your partner chilling out in a beautiful inn with delicious food and birdsong from the garden. This is perfect for you both: taking everything easy at your own pace. Maybe you sit with sake and watch the little animals in the garden. You could cuddle up in the hot spring and feel the world just fade away as you enjoy one another's company in a comfortable silence. Marco - Izou - Law - Killer - Mihawk - Boa - Nami -Jinbei - Zoro - Robin --

Festival Depending on the vibe, you either go camping to a festival with chill vibes or going to fucking party. You guys enjoy the music, so many bands you love. Getting to dance, mosh, sway, whatever to the music together. Getting to camp together as you also meet new people. BBQs, booze, summer vibes for days.

Ace - Kidd - Killer - Perona - Barto - Sabo - Brook - Franky - Uta

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🎃 kinktober - day five: breath play com agustín pardella.

— aviso: um pouco de age kink, enforcamento, sexo desprotegido, agustín!dom, creampie.

— word count: 2,5k.

— nota: um smut bem lana del rey coded. aconselho ouvirem cherry e cola da diva ao ler essa putariazinha <3.

seus olhos brilhavam de pura luxúria por detrás dos olhos em formato de coração. as botas estilo cowgirl brincavam com o chão terroso do local em que se encontrava. sua amiga divagava sobre um assunto que há muito você havia já não sabia do que se tratava. seu foco estava todo nele.

o motoqueiro bonito escorado na Harley-Davidson vintage era de tirar o fôlego. tinha cabelos cacheados, usava uma regata branca que exibia todos os músculos que realmente importavam e os braços e ombros eram ornados de tatuagens com traços grosseiros. segurava uma garrafa de cerveja e sorria brincalhão com os amigos mal-encarados. a jaqueta de couro jogada sobre o banco da moto exibia um bordado ostensivo de rosas vermelhas e caveiras assustadoras, além de algo escrito, que você presumiu ser o nome dele. como queria chegar perto para ler...

tinha aceitado sem maiores hesitações quando a sua amiga a convidara para o encontro anual de motos de Buenos Aires. o evento era em um grande terreno baldio onde diversos motoqueiros exibiam os seus modelos distintos de motocicletas. haviam stands e mais stands de cervejarias e alguns show de rock de bandas locais. e claro, muito homens gostosos.

alguns deles tinham idade suficiente para ser o seu pai, mas você não se importava. era aquilo que os deixava mais interessante, para falar a verdade. os homens mais velhos tratavam mulheres com muito mais devoção do que os garotos mais novos. nos anos anteriores, a maioria das suas cervejas tinham sido pagas por eles. e no final, você sempre ganhava uma carona para casa.

"para quem você está olhando?" sua amiga quis saber quando percebeu que falava sozinha pelos últimos minutos. você mostrou o anjinho de cabelos cacheados. "que gato. por que a gente não vai conhecê-lo? ele tem um amigo bem gostosinho..."

você não se opôs. estava um pouco altinha e a coragem líquida que corria por suas veias fazia aquela ideia parecer maravilhosa. deixou que uma risada arteira escapasse os seus lábios enquanto a amiga lhe puxava entre motocicletas e motoqueiros.

ajeitou a mini saia jeans e o top pequeno que usava. ao passo que se aproximava do motoqueiro de olhos bonitos e cabelos cacheados, os seus olhares se encontraram. ele observou atentamente enquanto você se aproximava, não ousando desviar o olhar. abriu um sorriso que fez as suas pernas tremerem, mas continuou a desfilar como se ele não o afetasse.

"oi... eu e a minha amiga queríamos saber qual é o modelo da moto de vocês." a sua amiga falou, abrindo um sorriso para o amigo que acompanhava o seu alvo. "a gente é doida pra comprar uma moto, sabia?"

enquanto o homem grande e barbudo saía com sua amiga para mostrar a sua moto, você permaneceu onde estava. o homem te olhava com olhos curiosos, embora o sorriso que exibia fosse tranquilo. você se aproximou, timidamente, puxando os óculos escuros para cima da sua cabeça. suas mãos percorreram o guidão metálico antes que tomasse coragem para falar.

"então, qual modelo é a sua?"

"é uma Harley-Davidson Fat Boy 2001." ele disse e você concordou como se estivesse realmente interessada naquela bobagem. prestou mais atenção na voz gostosa e roufenha que a fizera arrepiar do que na mensagem em si.

"ela é muito bonita." você se aproximou um pouquinho mais. suas mãos pousaram no tanque de gasolina enquanto você mantinha seus olhos fixos no dele. ele tinha um cheirinho de cigarro e perfume amadeirado. "é boa de pilotar?"

"muito boa." ele deslizou pelo assento para que pudesse ficar mais próximo de você. "você sabe pilotar?"

um sorriso tímido pintou os seus lábios. não conseguia mentir, então fez que não com a cabeça. sentia-se boba por ser pega em sua mentira, mas ele não parecia se importar.

"eu posso te ensinar." ele ofereceu, um tom solícito escapando dos lábios.

"sério?" seus olhos saltaram das órbitas, ansiosos. "eu adoraria!"

"então sobe." ele deixou dois tapinhas no banco de couro. você encarou como se ele fosse louco, mas ele manteve o rosto sério.

"eu nem sei o seu nome... e se você me sequestrar?"

ele deixou uma gargalhada escapar dos lábios. você sorriu. ele tinha uma risada tão gostosa que você o faria rir durante o dia todo se fosse capaz.

"meu nome é Agustín." Agustín. soaria tão bonito quando você gemesse. "eu não vou te sequestrar, embora me sinta muito tentado. vai subir ou não?"

ele estendeu a mão direita para você e então, você soube que ele estava falando a verdade. deu de ombros, passando por ele para que pudesse subir no estofado de couro. antes, pegou a jaqueta de couro disposta sobre o assento e a vestiu. exibia "Pardella" bordado em letras bonitas. não se importou da saia ter subido alguns centímetros quando você se sentou. com sorte, ele teria visto a calcinha preta que você usava e quisesse lhe ensinar como pilotar ele.

o motoqueiro subiu na moto em seguida, logo atrás de você. você se sentia pequena entre os braços dele, os corpos tão colados que era capaz sentir os batimentos cardíacos dele nas suas costas.

as mãos dele pegaram as suas com gentileza. primeiro, ele colocou as suas mãos sobre o guidão esquerdo e fez você apertar uma das alavancas. "aqui fica a embreagem." ao colocar a sua mão do lado direito, ele explicou que ali estavam o acelerador e o freio da frente. além disso, explicou o que cada pedal significava. prometeu que te ajudaria com o mais difícil, mas deixaria todo o resto por sua conta.

as mãos dele permaneceram no guidão, junto das suas. ele assumiu a posição nos pedais e você ficou responsável por acelerar e frear. quando Agustín permitiu que você desse partida, você acelerou a moto timidamente dentre as diversas fileiras de motocicletas.

o vento correu pelos seus cabelos. só percebeu que não usava um capacete quando já pilotava há bons minutos. embora estivesse desprotegida, não sentia-se em perigo. os braços que a envolviam mantinham o seu corpo estável e seguro. ele a encorajava a medida que vocês avançavam, sussurrando "boa garota" vez ou outra rente a sua audição.

seu coração palpitava descontroladamente dentro da sua caixa torácica. as mãos estavam suadas e um arrepio corria por toda a coluna. o sorriso de satisfação não deixava os seus lábios. adrenalina pura corria pelas suas veias enquanto você acelerava ainda mais, deixando o evento para trás à toda velocidade.

adentraram a profundeza do terreno baldio, as luzes se tornando mais distantes à medida que avançavam. Agustín pediu para que você freasse e você o obedeceu. "agora você vai virar de frente para mim." ele ordenou. você não ousou desobedecer, girando o seu corpo para trás e acomodando as pernas sobre as coxas grossas dele.

apesar da meia-luz, conseguia ver a feição de satisfação do homem. gostou do jeito em que você o obedeceu tão facilmente. gostou ainda mais de ver os seus mamilos rijos através da camiseta fina. você não estava usando sutiã e depois de toda aquela adrenalina, seu corpo dava sinais de excitação.

Agustín não fez nada além de voltar a pilotar a moto, arrancando com uma velocidade assustadora. você prendeu as pernas ao redor dele e segurou os ombros alheios com força para se equilibrar. ele ainda mantinha os olhos nos seus e sorriu como se aquilo fosse muito divertido.

você o mirou. viu todo o evento atrás dele com suas luzes exuberantes e com a música alta. acima de vocês, as estrelas brilhavam com mais intensidade uma vez que estavam longe de toda a poluição visual da festa.

ao se certificar de que suas pernas estavam presas o suficiente, você inclinou o corpo para trás, deixando que a coluna tomasse a curvatura perfeita para que pudesse se encaixar no tanque de gasolina. sua cabeça descansou no guidão, à poucos centímetros das mãos bonitas de Agustín. você mirou o céu acima de vocês e abriu um sorriso, erguendo as suas mãos para cima.

Pardella assistiu tudo como se acontecesse em câmera lenta. a parte de baixo dos seus seios escapavam da camiseta pequena, deixando pouco para a imaginação. suas coxas o prendiam com força, causando uma bagunça dentro do jeans que ele usava. seu sorriso arrepiava os cabelos da nuca dele. suas mãos delicadas o faziam pensar em como elas ficariam bonitas segurando o pau dele.

deixou que você aproveitasse daquela sensação por alguns minutos até que decidiu estacionar a moto debaixo de um olmo volumoso. você já estava sentada novamente com um sorriso bonito nos lábios.

"o que você vai me ensinar agora?" você perguntou, se aproximando ainda mais. sentou-se no colo do homem sem pudor algum, sorrindo ao sentir a ereção dele roçar a sua coxa.

"posso te ensinar muitas coisas." Agustín abraçou a sua cintura com força, deixando que os lábios encontrassem o seu caminho até o seu pescoço. "todas elas envolvem você sem roupa."

"que sorte a minha." o tom manhoso dançou na ponta da língua. os lábios dele eram cálidos e gentis, embora as mãos fossem grosseiras e rudes. deixou que ele a apertasse, que a puxasse para mais perto dele, que fizesse o seu sexo roçar contra a ereção, como se você fosse uma boneca de pano. "faz o que quiser comigo, Agustín. eu deixo."

ele riu, como se não precisasse da sua autorização para ter você ao dispor dele. os dedos ligeiros subiram pela lateral do corpo até chegar na camiseta curta que você usava, a puxando para cima para que os seios ficassem expostos. Agustín suspirou baixinho ao vê-los, descendo os lábios até o mamilo esquerdo. o sugou com força, antes de mordê-lo levemente. você gemeu baixinho, rebolando o quadril conforme ele guiava.

o interior das suas coxas estavam queimando de calor e a calcinha já se embolava em uma bagunça úmida. o seu corpo arqueava a medida que ele lhe dava tanto carinho. suas pernas ainda envolviam a cintura dele com força.

a boca deslizou para o mamilo direito, o sugando com mais força que o anterior. um gemido baixo escapou dos seus lábios, o que serviu como estímulo para que ele fizesse de novo. e de novo, e de novo... até que você não aguentasse esperar por um contato maior.

"Agustín, por favor..." você gemeu baixinho, roçando a sua intimidade contra o sexo dele mais uma vez. um rosnado baixo escapou dos lábios dele enquanto as mãos foram até o botão da calça, o desabotoando. desceu o zíper da braguilha e puxou o pau ereto para fora da peça de roupa apertada.

seus olhos brilharam ao vê-lo. mesmo com a falta de luz, conseguia ver como era grosso. a cabecinha era rosada, bem desenhada, arrebitada. o membro era levemente curvo para direita, o que fez você sorrir. não era tão grande como era grosso, mas a largura compensava o comprimento.

Agustín rasgou a sua calcinha de renda com uma facilidade admirável. não queria nenhuma peça de roupa entre ou ao redor dele quando ele estivesse metendo em você. a cabecinha roçou dentre seus lábios, circulando no seu clitóris antes de voltar para a sua entrada. o argentino empurrou tudo de uma vez, não se importando com os gemidos altos que saíam da sua boca. suas unhas se afundaram nos braços dele devido a dor repentina de ter sido invadida, mas não ousou reclamar. mordeu o lábio inferior enquanto a sensação de formigamento se dissipava.

apreciando a sua obediência mais uma vez, ele começou a movimentar o seu quadril com as mãos. deixou que você quicasse e rebolasse no colo dele, enquanto ele focava em equilibrar a moto para que vocês dois não caíssem. você ficou mais vocal com o passar do tempo, gemendo alto e xingando obscenidades enquanto rebolava no pau dele com muita vontade.

"shh... você fica mais bonitinha calada." Agustín ordenou, tampando a sua boca com uma das mãos grosseiras. você sentiu o cheiro de nicotina entre os dedos, fechando os olhos para aproveitar aquela essência enquanto ele puxava o seu quadril com força. os barulhos de pelve se chocando era a única coisa restante. ele não era muito de gemer.

a mão deixou a sua boca quando confiou de que você ficaria calada, mas como que para se certificar, tomaram o seu pescoço em um aperto forte, roubando o ar dos seus pulmões. sua cabeça latejava e rodopiava, sentindo a falta do oxigênio afetar os seus sentidos lentamente.

estranhamente, aquilo era um ótimo estímulo junto do prazer que lhe era dado. seu corpo ficava entrava em estado de fuga e luta. desesperada para empurrar Agustín de si, para que pudesse respirar novamente, enquanto não queria que ele se retirasse do meio das suas pernas. que continuasse empurrando a sua cintura para frente e para trás, empurrando o membro desajeitadamente grosso entre seu canal apertado.

quando ele percebeu o sangue esvaindo das suas bochechas e os seus olhos se encherem de lágrimas, desesperados por um pouco de oxigênio, ele a largou. a marca dos dedos continuava ali, avermelhada, exibindo vergões na sua pele.

"faz isso de novo." você pediu, um pouco débil por estar se recuperando da privação anterior. Agustín sorriu, mais satisfeito com sua subserviência do que nunca.

"antes, quero que você vire para frente de novo." ele ordenou. quando saiu de dentro de você, você sentiu-se vazia. permitiu que ele a ajudasse a se virar, com as pernas trêmulas e sensíveis.

quando ele empurrou o seu corpo para frente para ter uma visão melhor da sua buceta, você sentiu o corpo se arrepiar pela ansiedade de ser enforcada novamente. Agustín empurrou tudo para dentro de uma só vez, assim como tinha feito antes. ele gemeu baixinho enquanto as estocadas se tornavam mais e mais violentas, mais e mais necessitadas.

a puxou pelo cabelo para que colasse o seu tronco ao dele, retirando a sua blusa de uma vez por todas. o que veio em seguida a fez agradecer por ele estar equilibrando a motocicleta. se fosse por você, vocês dois estariam no chão há tempos.

um dos braços dele rodeou o seu pescoço, enquanto o outro permanecia na parte de trás da sua nuca. ele estava te dando um mata-leão enquanto te fodia com toda a força que possuía. seus olhos se fecharam para aproveitar a sensação mais uma vez. seu coração estava acelerado, seu corpo lutando para obter o mínimo de ar que fosse. sua cabeça doía e implorava por oxigênio para que pudesse voltar a raciocinar.

seu interior se contraía violentamente, cada vez mais molhado, cada vez mais quente. ao pé do ventre, você era uma bagunça. suas coxas apertavam o metal gelado da motocicleta enquanto ele a invadia sem parcimônia. o seu ápice se aproximava em alarde, fazendo o seu corpo estremecer e suas mãos se fecharem ao redor dos braços dele.

você sentia a visão ficar turva, quase como se fosse colapsar, quando Agustín lhe soltou. uma golfada de ar invadiu os seus pulmões e você tossiu desesperadamente, aproveitando a sensação ardente de respirar novamente. seu corpo caiu sobre o tanque de gasolina e só quando a visão voltou a normalizar, conseguiu ouvir o homem xingando palavrões e gemendo baixinho enquanto deixava o seu interior.

"você fica linda caladinha." ele a puxou pelo cabelo mais uma vez, deixando um selar no seu pescoço quando você se aproximou. "mas fica mais linda quando está prestes a desmaiar."

[luvyoonsvt]

more than a piece of happiness

yoon jeonghan x leitora

mais um ano contigo significava mais alegria fluindo por jeonghan, que não poupava esforços em te fazer se sentir tão feliz quanto ele se sentia, principalmente enquanto comemoravam.

gênero: fluff + smut

pt-br

conteúdo: smut, leitora fem, jeonghan é uma namorado muito dedicado, comemoração de aniversário (2 anos de namoro)

avisos: conteúdo para maiores de 18 anos após o corte. menores, por favor, não interajam. smut (lingerie+praise kink, eu acho? breast play, dedilhado, sexo com penetração {e sem proteção, mas não façam isso, cuidem-se}, um pouco de edging), palavrões, uso de apelidos carinhosos (meu amor, meu bem, bebê, jeonghannie).

contagem: ± 3100 palavras

notas: me sentindo triste por ter sumido e não conseguido postar isso semana passada. enfim, n probleminhas se acumulara, mas finalmente consegui escrever essa ask. sigo sofrendo de saudade do jeonghan, isso aqui foi a cereja do bolo, tá? acho que não fiquei tão satisfeita com essa, mas espero que possam gostar e, por favor, perdoem os possíveis erros (caso seja algo absurdo, fiquem a vontade para me avisar). de todo jeito, boa leitura <3

jeonghan levar datas comemorativas muito a sério não era uma novidade. você o conhecia há tempo o suficiente para conhecer o lado dele que se dedicava a fazer as pessoas importantes se sentirem queridas durante dias especiais. o que, é claro, não seria diferente com você. muito menos numa ocasião especial para ambos, como quando comemoravam mais um ano juntos.

mesmo durante os primeiros meses, jeonghan e você tiravam um tempinho descobrindo um novo lugar para irem ou fazendo algo especial em casa. cada mês foi marcado com alguma memória que tirava um sorriso bobinho de ti sempre que se lembrava.

sendo absolutamente atencioso, hannie não falhava em te surpreender com coisas que você amava. um livro que você comentou por alto que queria ler ou algo que ele simplesmente viu em alguma vitrine e decidiu que compraria. embora o objetivo dele não fosse receber coisas em troca, você sabia o quanto jeonghan amava ganhar presentes. então, a mesma dedicação que ele tinha para escolher algo para ti, você retribui.

vê-lo todo adorável abrindo uma caixa enfeitada te fazia ansiar pela próxima vez que o presentearia, antecipando as reações de jeonghan.

seu namorado amava ver como você ficava encantada quando ele preparava algo pra ti. quer fosse uma noite de filmes com seus lanchinhos favoritos, ou esvaziando toda a agenda num dia qualquer para ter todo o tempo com você. jeonghan se atentava a cada folga, feriado e recesso, pronto pra te encher com todo afeto e atenção, além dos muitos planos para que pudessem aproveitar muito bem.

jeonghan poderia te surpreender repentinamente mandando uma mensagem dizendo que te buscaria depois do trabalho simplesmente porque queria te ver, bem como poderia elaborar antecipadamente cada pequeno detalhe para garantir que uma noite contigo seria perfeita.

e, no segundo aniversário de vocês, como foi no primeiro, hannie se esforçou para que fosse um dia inteiramente memorável.

diferente do seu namorado, que conseguiu facilmente uma folga, o máximo que você pôde, considerando como os novos contratos estavam tomando seu tempo, foi um dia em home office. e já bastou para jeonghan, que apareceu na sua porta no começo de manhã, empenhado em não desperdiçar um minuto daquele dia.

a manhã e a tarde passaram com ele te dando toda atenção do mundo, te cuidando e amando com uma maestria que só yoon jeonghan poderia ter. e a dedicação dele se estendeu até à noite, com um jantar no restaurante favorito de vocês. considerando o quão difícil era conseguir uma mesa no lugar de uma hora pra outra, você teve certeza que jeonghan havia feito a reserva semanas antes.

ele soube que valeu à pena mesmo antes de entrarem no local, quando você se empolgou só ao ver a fachada. jeonghan te olhava com tanto carinho a todo momento, arranjando mais e mais motivos pra te fazer rir, sentindo aquele conforto ao ouvir o som da sua risada e admirar seu sorriso.

até enquanto caminhavam juntos até o estacionamento, depois de você pegar sua segunda dose do gelato que serviram de sobremesa, jeonghan agiu todo apaixonado.

com um braço ao redor do seu ombro e o cabelo esvoaçante fazendo cócegas em você, ele dava um beijinho em qualquer parte que encontrasse quando virasse o rosto pra ti. no cabelo, falando sobre o quão cheirosa estava, na bochecha, dando uma mordida "porque você é fofa", um selinho quando, coincidentemente, você também se virou pra falar com ele. no segundo que os lábios de jeonghan tocaram os seus, as palavras fugiram da sua mente, se esquecendo por um momento o que pretendia dizer.

— o que você ia dizer, amor?

— não tenho ideia mais.

— te distraí? — o sorriso dele foi seguido por uma risada quando você concordou. — até a gente chegar no apartamento, você lembra.

— ah, era sobre isso mesmo. vai dormir lá em casa, né?

jeonghan verdadeiramente não entendeu a lógica da sua pergunta. em que lugar ele ousaria dormir, que não fosse ao seu lado, no dia do aniversário de vocês?

tendo finalmente alcançado o carro, ele destrancou a porta, abrindo-a pra você antes de te responder.

— meu bem, por que eu dormiria em outro lugar justo hoje?

— não sei. mas, nesse caso, vou te usar de travesseiro! — ele não negou enquanto fechava a porta, nem quando ocupou o lugar no banco do motorista.

— se concentra em colocar o cinto antes que tenha mais pensamentos sem sentido, por favor.

você achou graça da indignação dele, mas fez o que foi dito. em todo momento do percurso que a mão de jeonghan não esteve no câmbio, estava em você. aquela carícia sutil na sua coxa, apertando de levinho quando se empolgava ao falar. além do afago gentil, que só foi interrompido para que seu namorado manobrasse ou estendesse o braço na frente do seu corpo instintivamente — ainda que o cinto cumprisse seu papel para te proteger dos solavancos.

talvez não fossem exatamente os pequenos gestos, mas sim a noite inteira — o dia, na verdade — sendo uma justificativa para que você estivesse hiperconsciente de cada toque de jeonghan. era como se, mais uma vez, estivesse sentindo a paixão se expandir em si, como um borboletário inteiro dentro de você. entre pequenos suspiros encantados e respostas meio aéreas às conversas casuais, sua distração foi bem perceptível.

você prestava atenção em cada palavra que ele dizia, porém jeonghan ouvia o soprar suave deixar seus lábios de vez em quando. ele poderia ter deduzido há quilômetros o porquê, mal tendo terminado de estacionar para trazer isso à tona.

— você fica suspirando enquanto pensa em mim mesmo quando eu to do seu lado, te dando toda a atenção que eu posso?

— não fale como se não soubesse a namorada que tem, né.

touché. talvez fosse um pouco culpa dele. te mimando incessantemente. jeonghan não contaria com aquele dia em específico, já que tudo foi feito por um motivo bem justo. porém era verdade que, embora brincasse um pouco com a sua paciência, sempre acabava fazendo tudo por você.

foi no que ele pensou ao caminharem juntos até a entrada, listando em sua própria mente todas as vezes que havia, mais do que orgulhosamente, feito algo unicamente por alguma vontade sua. o que acabava contigo fazendo o mesmo por ele, a curta reflexão tirou de jeonghan uma risada repentina, te fazendo virar pra ele, encostada na porta atrás de si.

— tudo bem. eu conheço muito bem minha namorada e sei que ela vai me atacar assim que a gente entrar — você revirou os olhos. não negando, no entanto.

— na verdade, a primeira coisa que eu vou fazer é me livrar do salto.

e a segunda, foi como jeonghan disse. segurando os lábios dele entre os seus e puxando-o pra mais perto, o aperto ansioso das suas mãos partindo dos ombros até se enredarem nos fios escuros.

embora quisesse rir, jeonghan não ousaria se afastar de ti pra isso, encontrando o caminho para o quarto com urgência. porém você o castigou, o impedindo de ficar absorto no teu beijo, provavelmente muito apressada pra chegar ao quarto.

quando se virou pra ele na porta, inverteu as posições. jeonghan foi guiado até a cama focado em seu sorrisinho e olhar, o conjunto que precedia sua ruína. ele estava acabado, porém ficaria feliz com seu destino, embora estivesse incerto se seria arruinado com você embaixo ou em cima dele. de qualquer forma, não importava.

com hannie sentado na beirada da cama, você quase desistiu do seu pequeno plano. porém ele a olhava tão convidativo, preso em cada movimento seu, o que só te incentivava a continuar, deslizando o vestido numa lentidão que sabia ser torturante pra ele.

— foi por isso que você se trancou no banheiro e não me deixou te ver quando tava se arrumando? porra, a gente não teria saído de casa se eu tivesse visto antes.

jeonghan estendeu a mão, as pontas dos dedos causando arrepios ao traçar o tecido quase transparente da lingerie, demorando-se nas rendas delicadas a adornavam.

— eu sei que não, mas é que eu também queria fazer uma surpresinha.

— amo suas surpresas, sabia? — ele disse te induzindo a se aproximar, distribuindo selares suaves em qualquer milímetro de pele que encontrava.

— você diz que ama tudo o que eu faço, jeonghannie — a única opção do homem foi rir, ciente de que era verdade. — que tal você deitar e me deixar cuidar de você um pouco também?

suas mãos o livraram das primeira camadas de roupa com um hannie quase ofegante, mas sem desfazer do sorriso. era um pouco contagiante, principalmente com ele levantando com pressa pra tirar as peças restantes, acomodando-se nos travesseiros e esperando o que viria a seguir.

— vai ficar aí só me olhando? — ele reclamou, mas você não deu tempo para que o beicinho se formasse nos lábios dele, rastejando na cama até prender jeonghan entre suas pernas.

talvez o fim de jeonghan fosse com você em cima dele. ou melhor, com certeza seria. ele ficou hipnotizado, seus sentidos aguçados captando tudo o que podiam. desde o perfume que sentiu enquanto sua boca deixava mordidas e chupões no pescoço dele ao atrito que você causou ao se sentar, sentindo seu núcleo quente e úmido contra o próprio membro através da calcinha.

— eu nunca te deixo só olhando, hannie. você que faz isso comigo o tempo todo — ele temeu que você pretendesse se vingar justamente agora, mas a maneira que você moveu os quadris contra ele afastaram esses pensamentos.

e sua boca junto a dele os extinguiram. vocês estavam em situações similares, a ponta avermelhada e vazando entre as suas dobras encharcadas cobertas pelo pano delicado. porém, quase se fundir a jeonghan enquanto o beijava não bastava, e ele notou o tanto que você parecia precisar dele. sem parar o beijo nem dar fim a fricção, hannie te colocou embaixo dele.

você não protestou por muito pouco, a pequena disputa por controle habitual sendo totalmente esquecida à medida que os dedos de jeonghan circulavam o clitóris através do tecido. mesmo quando a boca dele deixou a sua, não havia nenhuma reclamação a ser feita, pois logo estava dividindo a atenção entre seus seios, sugando-os e beijando.

— você tá tão linda com isso, to com pena de tirar.

— jeonghannie, para de enrolar — ele sorriu, seus movimentos se tornando mais lentos, abandonando o pontinho sensível pra empurrar sua calcinha pro lado.

— meu amor, você continua sendo carente até quando eu to quase te fodendo? — seu gemido satisfeito foi engolido pelos lábios de jeonghan quando o primeiro dedo deslizou dentro de você.

os poucos pensamentos em sua cabeça eram incoerentes demais para responder seu namorado a sensação de um, depois dois dedos, curvados do jeito certo, te extasiando em prazer. jeonghan sempre sentia que podia desmoronar junto de você, mesmo quase intocado, simplesmente com a sensação da sua buceta apertando seus dedos, com a visão quase etérea de você arfando com os lábios inchados e semiabertos, suada e um pouco descabelada, as pernas trêmulas o prendendo ainda mais próximo ao seu corpo. jeonghan gemeu com a boca grudada à sua quando o ápice te atingiu, os beijos acalmando seu corpo e mente, mas não diminuindo nem um pouco sua necessidade por ele.

— você não disse que tava com pena de tirar? — você questionou quando o viu apressado pra se desfazer da sua calcinha.

— e eu to, a parte de cima fica. mas isso aqui vai me atrapalhar — jeonghan jogou a peça de lado, pairando sobre seu corpo com o sorriso mais canalha do mundo antes de se aproximar bem devagarzinho.

apesar de ter rido quando você o agarrou com as pernas de novo, o puxando pra perto, brincado sobre o quão ansiosa parecia pra tê-lo em você, jeonghan foi quem choramingou quando te sentiu sem qualquer barreira entre vocês.

o menor contato já o fez ficar tonto, mesmo só o breve deslizar da ponta inchada em suas dobras. afundando centímetro por centímetro, jeonghan focou apenas no seu calor contraindo ao redor dele. apesar da sensação ser uma das mais deliciosas, você com as sobrancelhas franzidas, a picada familiar das suas unhas contra a pele dele, tudo era tão convidativo. com uma estocada lenta e forte, jeonghan apreciou suas reações, sugando seu lábio inferior antes de te beijar quase sedento, tomando cada suspiro e gemido seu para si.

jeonghan saber exatamente como se mover, onde tocar, era ao mesmo tempo reconfortante e perigoso. ele parecia ter mapeado cada parte do seu corpo, hannie sabia que continuar lento e fundo te deixaria com os lábios entreabertos, balbuciando o nome dele enquanto os olhos reviravam. que usar a boca nas áreas mais sensíveis te deixaria com os sentidos prestes a colapsar. e ele usava de cada conhecimento pra te empurrar cada vez mais pra borda, só pra te puxar de volta. o membro deslizando para fora de ti, dando fim ao formigamento que lambia cada nervo seu sempre que estivesse perto de gozar, só pra voltar ao mesmo ritmo segundos depois.

os movimentos dele se tornariam erráticos quando nenhum dos dois aguentasse mais. sua buceta o levando cada vez mais perto do limite, e seu corpo respondia na mesma intensidade. com a cabeça na curva do seu pescoço, jeonghan queria te ouvir e ser ouvido, não deixar passar nenhuma súplica sua e garantir que você teria uma certeza extra do quão bem ele se sentia. o gemido lânguido dele, a respiração arquejante, os fios emaranhados entre seus dedos e elogios suspirados contra o seu ouvido te fizeram apertá-lo ainda mais, seu orgasmo levando jeonghan ao próprio êxtase.

hannie dizia que tinha seus motivos, embora não fosse muito direto sobre eles, mas sempre ficava ali, te enchendo de beijos e carícias sem falar nada depois de te arruinar completamente. com o tempo, você adquiriu o mesmo hábito. um dos momentos mais pacíficos que encontrava era afagando o cabelo macio dele, enquanto jeonghan distribuía selares suaves em seu colo, pescoço, rosto. o homem jamais falhava em te fazer se sentir a mulher mais adorada, sendo completamente coberta pela paixão silenciosa dele.

— ganho um banho de aniversário com você? — han quebrou o a quietude confortável, te encarando com os grandes olhos castanhos brilhando naquele misto de divertimento e ternura.

— já não fizemos isso hoje?

— mais cedo, sim. mas antes do jantar, a senhorita cheia de suspense não me deixou aproveitar nem um pouquinho.

— vai fazer aquela massagem bem aqui no ombro?

— nunca negaria isso, bebê.

jeonghan e você perdiam muito tempo útil quando dividiam o box, porém o cansaço os forçou a não usar tanto daquele tempo ali. de qualquer forma, você ganhou a dita massagem e jeonghan ficou mais do que satisfeito, sorrindo para o seu reflexo no espelho enquanto se ajeitavam.

— você é meu admirador nada secreto, meu bem.

— eu nunca aguentaria ser admirador secreto, muito menos se fosse com você.

ah, você sabia bem. sempre que falavam sobre como ou quando se apaixonaram, jeonghan narrava sobre não ter gastado um único segundo em vão, entregando-se ao romantismo da coisa assim que notou os sentimentos crescentes por você. que, por outro lado, já vinha alimentando aquela coisinha agradável dentro do peito, ansiando dizer a ele, mas nunca criando coragem o bastante.

— já entendi, só não joga na minha cara que eu podia ter tentado te chamar pra sair antes.

— ai, amor. nunca fiz isso.

— ah, sim. imaginei todas as piadinhas dos últimos dos anos.

— se você pegar aquela caixa de remédios na gaveta lá do lado da cama eu esqueço isso completamente.

a leve preocupação em seu rosto foi dissipada por um selinho de jeonghan, que garantiu só precisar de um bandaid. você estranhou, mas foi pegar o mini kit de primeiros socorros. contudo, a primeira coisa que você encontrou não foi o kit, sim um envelope azul escuro bem em cima dele. poderia jurar que aquilo não estava ali de manhã e só uma pessoa havia estado no seu apartamento.

— jeonghannie? — quando se virou, o viu já encostado no batente da porta, sorrindo todo fofo pra ti.

— achou?

— você já me deu uns três presentes hoje, quer que eu desidrate de tanto chorar? — jeonghan gargalhou, se aproximando da cama e te puxando pra sentar ao lado dele.

— jamais. você fica meio fofa chorando, fazendo aquela careta amassada e tudo mais. mas isso é algo pra nós dois, então, eu nos dei um presente.

seu esforço pra não rasgar o envelope só não foi tão adorável quanto seus olhos surpresos e alegres.

— paris?

— bom, você não parou de falar por um segundo sobre-

você o interrompeu com beijos antes que ele implicasse mais uma vez sobre como havia ficado encantada com as fotos, vídeos e ligações de jeonghan durante a viagem a trabalho que ele fez no continente europeu. hannie teria te arrastado com ele, até teria sugerido que você simplesmente deixasse de lado todas as suas tarefas se não soubesse que a oportunidade de um cargo melhor também era importante. e que preferiam mil vezes mais ter uma viagem só por lazer do que misturar junto de compromissos chatos e entediantes.

um único pensamento ao olhar a galeria de fotos fez jeonghan dar todos os jeitinhos possíveis para que tivesse sua agenda livre por alguns bons dias. o que foi feito em segredo com seu chefe, minghao. seu namorado notou a mudança nas suas feições depois que você passou longos segundos admirando os pedaços de papel que tinha em mãos.

— ah, antes que você fale daquela viagem e blá blá blá que o meu querido amigo minghao enfiou no seu planejamento, que curiosamente cai na mesma data... surpresa!

— como? é só isso que eu tenho pra te perguntar — você até poderia ligar uma coisa a outra e tentar deduzir por si só, porém jeonghan parecia mais do que disposto a explicar.

— bom, algo sobre você ter fechado a melhor parceria pra empresa. além de nós termos uma linda história romântica que combina perfeitamente com o clima parisiense.

— eu te amo, sabia? te amo tanto que quero chorar toda vez que eu penso demais sobre isso.

— e eu te amo tanto que vou chorar cada lágrima com você e secar todas depois — e ele fez, pois seus olhos já lacrimejantes finalmente transbordaram. — e espero que comece a decidir o que pôr na mala pra viagem, mon chérie. foi impossível fechar os olhos sem antes gastar as últimos momentos daquele dia especial para vocês pensando em pequenos detalhes da futura viagem. hannie garantiu que teriam a experiência turística completa, porém que ele seria o único guia que precisariam.

você sabia que passaria aquela noite nos braços da pessoa que te faz sentir num universo particular em que o essencial era estarem juntos. certa de que, por mais um ano, sentiria aquela felicidade que fazia seu corpo formigar na mesma medida que te confortava. porém, para além disso, recebeu mais dos gestos inesperadamente passionais de jeonghan. que, mais uma vez, pôde contemplar a expressão de euforia doce e pura em seu rosto, se sentindo ainda mais inclinado a fazer o que pudesse para ver mais daquilo em você.