#oc: flaring mind

[worldruins]

Burying all that with shitty OC sketches that I will tag in the morning. Good night!

[mcr0wave]

unicorn toga from a while ago!!!! she shouldve been frolicking in flower fields w her gf 😿😿😿😿😿😿😿😿

[zombie-art-n-doodles]

Flare doodle dump. It’s funny to think at one point I actively detested drawing this maniac and now he’s one of my favourite characters to draw.

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Oh btw the second drawing is him in his 2020 ‘Flare 1.0 design’ outfit, which you can see below.

[flarefloofer]

I've decided that backstory is now called trauma soup.

Lore dumping? Trauma soup dumping.

Grab a ladle boys because theres a big glob of what might be noodles, might be chicken, might be the tragic housefire where your oc lost their parents that has forever scarred them, or a shoelace

[teethsmoothie]

not rly seeing any immediate chemistry w coral × ena but u know what im on their side. fandom has endured an eternity of people mushing random men together with such rich canon backing as "are both decent looking", or even "looked at each other once" . let the ladies have a turn

[sugaredparchment]

i love creating aus for my works because sometimes it's chill and normal and sometimes I can go "oh this universe would have an entirely different timeline! :>"

[onlyswan]

summary: in which jungkook can’t sleep, and he can’t stop kissing you either.

> fluff, suggestive / word count: 2.6k

> content/warnings: alexa play seven by jungkook! mentions of s^x, lots and lots of cutie kisses :( they’re in that afterglow <3 oc’s chest is his pillow :(

> in which masterlist!

note: hi hi. here’s ur slice of pure self indulgent fluff 🍰 i just had to write abt this jk :P there’s a reference to in which you always get what you want and jungkook is dying to kiss you 🥹 reblogs & feedback are vv appreciated. i’d love to hear ur thoughts so feel free to scream or laugh or cry <3

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a fleeting white light passes through your closed eyelids, nearly blinding, as you hear the familiar shutter of your boyfriend’s polaroid camera.

“jungkook,” you whimper weakly due to the sudden disturbance, burying your face on the soft pillows while pushing the camera away.

“shit, shit- sorry, baby-” he winces, guilty of disrupting your journey to slumber, as he scrambles to fix his mistake. “forgot to turn off the flash.”

he places the polaroid face down on the space behind him to give it the time to develop the photo he had taken. much to your relief, the bedroom falls silent once more except for the quiet humming and breathing of the airconditioner. you return to properly laying your head on the pillow, taking a small gasp of oxygen, and jungkook smiles because of how adorable you are for still refusing to open your eyes.

“can i take more pictures?”

“did you turn it off?” you whisper as you stretch your legs to find a more comfortable position, unwittingly pulling down the comforter and exposing your nakedness to the cool air. this gives rise to goosebumps on your skin, causing you to shiver, but your boyfriend is quick to your rescue. he catches the hem before it could slide past your skimpy shorts.

“i did.”

a chaste kiss is planted on your shoulder before it is returned underneath the warmth of soft layers of cotton and fabric.

you sigh, melting back into relaxation. “okay.”

he re-anchors his elbow into the mattress, resting his head on his palm to admire the majestic view of you. jungkook likes this a lot, he lives for it— lying on the bed face-to-face with his sated lover, spending the rest of the night feeling like his heart is not a big enough vessel to hold all the love he has for you. the lights he is yet to turn off have splashed the dark room with a red glow that engulfs your figure as well, escalating his heartbeat, so hypnotic and tantalizing, he finds himself breathing heavier and heavier behind the viewfinder, or maybe he has stopped breathing at all. the shutter briefly fills the silence.

this is… the arch of your back is burned in his mind and he swears he still tastes you on his tongue, but seeing you like this feels so different.

he was consumed by his pleasure and yours just half an hour ago, admittedly almost blinded by his own sweat dripping from his forehead because he simply couldn’t stop wanting more of you, giving himself to you. you weren’t exactly innocent either, with your provocative touches and coquettish smiles, whispering lewd words that was gasoline to the lust flaring up inside of him. he revels in seeing that you’re just as desperate for it as he is, if not more, purely from the way you beseech him with your eyes mirroring stained glass windows. he knows you love it when he fucks you so good it brings you to tears, welcoming the delightful intensity of his nature, and that you were also trying to tire him out so he’d finally feel sleepy, but holy shit, looking at you right now, he wants nothing more but to hold you with utmost gentleness.

wildly concentrated with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, he brushes away the hair that fell on your face before capturing another exquisite memory to be burned into film.

jungkook is greedy when it comes to you.

a disgruntled whine slips from your mouth when the pillow underneath your head is replaced by his thick arm, which is then rudely cut off by his lips crashing on yours.

clearly, you’ve grown too comfortable in this relationship.

“i love you.” he drunkenly mutters, instantly going for another kiss and barely finishing his another- “i love you.” before he’s kissing you again.

“babe-” you chuckle then gasp, holding on to his wrist as his tattooed hand loosely wraps around your neck.

“i love you. i love you, i love y- i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you.” he repeats himself over and over, the volume of his voice gradually getting quieter as he runs out of breath, until his tongue becomes tied. grounded by the feeling of your steady pulse beneath his thumb, he silences himself by tenderly kissing you, soft lips molding with yours for a wordless declaration of devotion this time around.

pure static— there are no thoughts running in your head. your limbs feel numb but tingly. you feel like you’re floating- no, you’re falling. the bed has turned into an abyss and you’re falling endlessly and jungkook holding you close is the only thing that makes sense. you might have to consider this true heaven, nothingness with your everything, when the whole world is lights-out and quiet that it feels like time has been suspended, and the only way to keep track of it is through each pump of your heart.

at last, your eyelids slowly flutter open as he pulls away, and he greets you with that boyish grin. “pretty.”

his hand on your neck moves to stroke your face lovingly, eyes glimmering with various emotions as they wander your features.

“____ is so, so pretty.”

“hm, really?” you hum sleepily, leaning closer to his touch. “thanks to you.”

“me?” his doe eyes widen in confusion.

“you know, for the afterglow. i feel nice.” you giggle brightly at your own half-joke, positively out of your goddamn mind as you hide your warm face on his shoulder.

“ahhh- ah!”

enlightenment then dawns on your boyfriend.

his giggles blend in with yours for a harmony that strikes the same joy as the sound of wind chimes on a windy day.

jungkook tries not to appear too cocky about the compliment, but consequences be damned, he would die satisfying his lover.

“oh yeah, baby? do you now?” there’s a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face when you take a peek at him, which then morphs into a grin when your eyes meet. “i feel nice, too.”

“nice?” your voice comes out delicate, droopy eyes asking him for confirmation.

“nice.”

he feels a tug at his heartstrings.

“you know what? fucking great… i could never have enough of you.”

it becomes silent for a while. his tattooed hand slides under the comforter, letting his fingers skim across the side of your waist, feather-light touches on your bare skin before he’s pulling you closer to his body.

“i… i don’t doubt that feelings like this can only grow as time goes on but… it’s still amazing that when i think about it, even until now, all the time, i want to be with you.”

he involuntarily breathes out a shaky sigh, ears going red as they do when he’s expressing sincerity from the deepest parts of his soul.

“really, how do you do this…? what is this magic? why- why do i like you so much? i mean, i know why! of course! but, wow!” he squeezes his eyes shut to express his disbelief, clicking his head to the side. “it’s possible for it to be this much? do you get what i’m saying? i just have thoughts like that— love is so fascinating.”

you barely process his words with your brain still in a haze of bliss, but it’s funny, hearing these questions from the same man who has the entire world madly obsessed with him.

oh, this actually sounds familiar. he’s getting all sentimental and philosophical. again. and he’s not drunk. were you that good tonight?

“i won’t give away my secrets just like that. what if you use them on someone else?” you tease him, rubbing your tired eyes and shaking your head as you giggle.

you receive a dirty look from him, clearly offended and uninterested in the thought of putting in the hard effort to impress someone that isn’t you.

“aish, stop talking! i don’t like hearing you talk in that way.”

“then what else am i supposed to do? you’re the one who woke me up.” you retort in annoyance.

but you honestly don’t think there’s any secret to tell. jungkook is in love with you. plain and simple.

“you’re right, i’m sorry. go back to sleep if you want to.”

he dips down to plant gentle pecks on your shoulder, going down on a trail to your neck, and you unconsciously tilt your head to his convenience because he’s bringing the butterflies in your stomach back to life. it feels good, everything he does always feels good.

“you’re seriously not done?” you mumble against his lips, unfaltering with the kisses as if he would run out of them any minute now.

he stubbornly answers with a “no!” as his lips ghost over your cheek.

if only bam was here, jungkook would eventually leave you alone to rest. he would pester him with his late-night burst of affection instead while talking shit about you to your child because you dodged his kiss in your sleep.

“babe, you’re supposed to sleep. you have work later.”

“no, i don’t want to sleep. i… i want to kiss you- baby.” he protests as he continues to pepper your face with kisses, giving your body a particularly tight squeeze when he searches for your lips again.

you blink at him in confusion when he suddenly sends you a look of irritation, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glaring.

“you haven’t even said ‘i love you’ back yet.”

“oh, i haven’t?” you wince innocently. “sorry. i love you.”

but he should be the one apologizing to you, since it’s his fault that you still can’t think straight, or walk for that matter.

you pat around the mattress behind his back until you stumble upon the camera, and it’s jungkook’s turn to be your beloved muse. you scoot away until the lens manage to capture him down to his shirtless abdomen. you watch him in complete awe behind the viewfinder. he squints at you, raising his eyebrows flirtatiously, and he smirks when you chuckle in amusement.

“ah wait- take this! take this! you have to take a good one, got it? i worked so hard on them yesterday!” he eagerly voices out a special demand.

he shuffles to flex his arm infront of the camera, showing off his well-defined triceps and biceps while releasing rich, throaty grunts. totally unnecessary, but so achingly jungkook.

your boyfriend is outrageously, ridiculously sexy— he’s still wearing that stupid black headband he hastily put on in the middle of sex because he got pissed off at his hair and he needed it out of the way so he could ‘properly see his love’s beautiful body.’

you roll your eyes inside your head.

what a fucking tease.

nonetheless, you acquiesce.

the flash goes off.

and another polaroid is crafted into existence that you selfishly want to keep for your eyes only.

“baby, let me see.”

“it’s mine!” you scrunch your nose with a childlike charm, hiding the polaroid behind your back.

he chuckles, hopelessly endeared by you.

“yes, i’m yours.” he coos in response.

and your unguarded heart is once again swept away by the taste of his tongue. the camera becomes an abandoned item. your fingers daintily pushes off his headband in favor of freely tangling them with his silky hair, and it also ends up getting lost somewhere in the sheets as his sweet kisses lull you in a false sense of security… because out of nowhere, that same blazing light burns through your closed eyes for the second time tonight.

jungkook playfully waves the polaroid infront of your face, and his toothy grin is met by your unimpressed expression.

“this is mine!”

he has been waiting to jump into this type of opportunity, to orchestrate a romantic moment to be stolen in film— you can tell by the sparkles in his eyes. reminiscent of that one late night in a tiny photobooth where your younger and clueless selves were cramped in, this is what you and his hyungs often talk about, how much you share the same fondness for the fact that jungkook hasn’t changed at all.

“just how many pictures of you kissing me do you need?” you ask him lightheartedly.

he juts out his bottom lip sullenly, and a few beats pass before he forms an answer. “i always need more for when i miss you.”

you copy his frown. “then what about me when i’m missing you too?”

“hmmm… i want you to always remember me like this, baby.” he melodramatically declares as he picks up the one and only polaroid you’ve taken of him tonight. “can you see my abs too…? oh- it’s not showing yet.”

he looks back at you shyly with a laugh, and he places it back down to let it continue developing.

“i’ll look later. i can’t even keep my eyes open anymore. ‘m so tired.” you sadly sniffle to gain his pity, fluttering your damp eyelashes at him. “let’s go to sleep, please?”

jungkook doesn’t find it in himself to articulate a consolation or protest, not when you’re tugging him down to coax him into laying his head on your chest.

“heaven.” he moans, overcome by contentment.

he adjusts himself a bit to be more comfortable before dragging the comforter further upwards to provide warmth for the two of you, all the while refusing to remove his face nuzzled up against you.

“why are you always like this? can you even breathe?” you chuckle with your eyes closed.

“i love your boobs.” his honest reply comes out muffled, cute for some reason, along with his satisfied hums prompted by your nails lightly scratching his scalp.

“i know.”

he turns his head to the side to look up at you, and he carries on to speak with his cheek squished against you. “i really, really mean it.”

“yes, baby. i believe you.”

a minute of silence passes. the ecstasy still flooding your veins becomes a stepping stone in the pond towards your dreamland, where all is either fantastically perfect or horrifically fucked up.

but then you feel sloppy kisses being deliberately scattered in the middle of your chest, leading down to your stomach, and you get rudely knocked over into the cold, clear waters.

yes, plea- oh no, no, no, no.

“jungkook, baby, stop. i can’t go another round.” you whine pathetically, being driven closer to the urge to burst into tears.

“AH! o-ow- ouch- baby, wha- i swear, i wasn’t even planning on it!” he loudly exclaims in surprise when you harshly pull him away by his hair.

“still…” your voice cracks. “you know i’ll get turned on!”

his chuckles are infuriatingly raspy and of no help at all, ego inflating upon hearing your response and the frustration obviously laced with it.

“okay, okay! i’m sorry! i’ll behave now!”

thank god.

he assumes his previous position, the place that he deems to be the warmest and the coziest. as he wraps his arms around your waist, your fist relaxes into an open palm that cradles the back of his head.

“____?” he mumbles, finally feeling the tiredness seep into his sore muscles now that he’s lying motionless.

“hmm?”

“let’s eat dinner outside after work.”

“…meat?”

“and beer!” he adds, brimming with excitement, and he salivates as he can almost taste them in his mouth already. they are his favorite, after all.

“i’ll come pick you up then.” you drop a kiss on his forehead, and he sighs happily. “but go to sleep or else i’ll kick you out of the bedroom again.”

his sweet embrace becomes an iron grip.

cold and alone, he swears those were some of the worst three hours of his life.

he squeaks in defeat. “goodnight, baby.”

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[kpoplustzone]

Personal secretary Wonyoung

OC X WONYOUNG (IVE)

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Wonyoung knelt before him, her gaze locked on the impressive bulge straining against CEO Park's tailored trousers. Three years. For three years, she had been his secretary, and for just as long, his willing mistress. She was his pretty little secret, obedient and always eager to please, her youth and vibrant energy a stark and exciting contrast to the quiet elegance of his wife. Though his spouse was undeniably beautiful in her own right, Wonyoung possessed a different kind of allure. This youthful, almost innocent sensuality had captivated him from the moment she’d nervously stepped into his office as a fresh-faced freshman seeking an internship. Now, at twenty-two, she was an executive, her swift ascent through the company ranks not solely attributed to her sharp mind and diligent work ethic. Her proficiency in the art of fellatio and her enthusiastic participation in their clandestine bedroom encounters had undoubtedly greased the wheels of her career.

Her body was a masterpiece of youthful curves and subtle strength. Her face, with its delicate features, clear, bright eyes that held a hint of knowing mischief, and full, kissable lips usually adorned with a subtle sheen of gloss, was undeniably pretty. But it was the body beneath her perfectly tailored office attire that truly captivated. Her breasts, full and perky, strained against the confines of her crisp white blouse, their nipples often betraying her arousal with prominent peaks even through the fabric. A perfectly nipped-in waist flared out to gently rounded hips that swayed enticingly with every step she took. Today, she was wearing a tight-fitting pencil skirt that hugged her toned thighs like a second skin, the hemline just grazing her knees, offering tantalizing glimpses of her long, slender legs that ended in elegantly pointed heels. Even kneeling, the curve of her calf was enough to make CEO Park’s blood rush.

And then there was the object of her current unwavering attention. CEO Park’s cock was a specimen, a thick, girthy monster that had both intimidated and utterly obsessed Wonyoung from their very first encounter in his opulent office after hours. It was a solid eight inches, maybe a touch more on a particularly enthusiastic morning, the shaft thick and heavy, with prominent veins that throbbed with anticipation. The head was a glistening, mushroom-like shape, its underside incredibly sensitive to her touch, a fact she had learned with considerable pleasure over the past three years. The sight of it, even through the fabric of his expensive trousers, never failed to make her pussy wet, a response honed by countless nights spent with it buried deep inside her or coating her lips and tongue with his thick, sticky cum. She couldn't wait to feel it, hot and hard, filling her mouth and then every inch of her tight little body.

CEO Park smirked down at her, a predatory gleam in his eyes. With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached down and unzipped his expensive trousers, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent office. Wonyoung’s breath hitched, her gaze glued to the unfolding reveal. His вже familiar cock sprang free, thick and impressive, the head big starting to glisten with pre-cum in anticipation of her touch.

Without a word, Wonyoung reached out, her fingers gently circling the base of his hard shaft. He let out a low groan, the sound vibrating through her hand. She then looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Ready for your morning treat, sir?” she purred, her voice a low, husky whisper that always sent a thrill down his spine.

He simply nodded, his eyes locked on her as she lowered her head, her dark hair falling forward to frame her face. Her lips parted slightly as she took the full head of his thick cock into her mouth. He gasped, a wave of pure pleasure washing over him as her warm, wet mouth enveloped him. She took her time, savoring the feel of him, her lips мягко but firmly gliding up and down the surface.

“Mmmph… you know just how I like it, Wonyoung-ah,” he groaned, his hands instinctively reaching down to tangle in her hair, gently guiding the rhythm of her suckling.

“That’s because I pay attention to what pleases you, CEO-nim,” she replied, her words muffled against his cock. She used her hands to gently stroke the length of his shaft as her mouth continued its work. She varied the pressure, sometimes sucking firmly, other times just teasing him with her lips and tongue.

“You’re so good, baby,” he whispered, his head falling back against the plush leather of his chair. “So fucking good.”

Wonyoung’s moans started then, soft and breathy at first, escalating with each deliberate stroke of her mouth. “Mmm… this feels so… hard…” she’d moan, her cheeks flushed, her eyes occasionally fluttering closed in pure sensation. She used her tongue to swirl around the sensitive head, paying special attention to the frenulum, the thin strip of skin underneath, making him jump slightly.

“Ah, fuck… yes… right there…” he’d gasp, his grip tightening on her hair. “You know my weaknesses, don’t you, you little vixen?”

She pulled back slightly, her lips slick and glistening. “Of course, CEO-nim. It’s my job to know everything about you.” She then plunged back down, taking even more of his length into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out slightly. The sucking sounds of her suckling filled the office, punctuated by CEO Park’s increasingly ragged breathing.

“Tell me how good it tastes, Wonyoung-ah,” he urged, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me how much you love sucking my cock.”

She pulled back again, a mischievous smile on her face, her lips still wet from his pre-cum. “It tastes like power, CEO-nim. And I love having it in my mouth.” She then dove back down, this time running her hands up his thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch as she continued her passionate fellatio.

Wonyoung’s ministrations grew bolder. She used her teeth to gently scrape against the tip of his cock, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from CEO Park. Her hand that was stroking his shaft moved lower, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin just below the head, making him twitch. She then slid her mouth further down, taking in more and more of his girth, her lips stretching to accommodate him fully. He groaned, his grip tightening on her hair, his head now lolling back in pure ecstasy.

“Fuck, Wonyoung… you’re going to make me come too fast,” he rasped, his voice thick with barely contained pleasure.

“That’s the point, CEO-nim,” she replied, her words muffled against his cock. “To bring you to the edge and then… keep you waiting.” She pulled back slightly, her lips wet and swollen, a devilish glint in her eyes. She then flicked her tongue along the underside of his shaft, right up to the head, before plunging back down again, this time sucking with a deep, rhythmic motion that made his whole body shudder.

“You little tease,” he groaned, but there was no real anger in his voice, only pure, unadulterated lust. “You know I can’t resist you.”

“That’s why I’m here, CEO-nim,” she purred, running her hands further up his thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles. She then pressed her fingers against his hard balls, gently squeezing them, making him gasp.

“Ah, Jesus, Wonyoung… don’t stop,” he begged, his hips starting to lift slightly off the chair.

She continued her rapid assault, varying her techniques to keep him on edge. Sometimes she would suck deeply, taking him to the back of her throat, other times she would just tease the head with her lips and tongue. Her hands worked in perfect synchronization with her mouth, stroking, squeezing, and gently tugging, driving him closer and closer to the brink.

“Tell me how much you want it, sir,” she whispered against his cock, her breath hot and влажный. “Tell me how much you need me.”

“I need you so fucking bad, Wonyoung,” he groaned, his voice barely audible. “Your mouth… it’s heaven… and hell.”

She chuckled softly, knowing the power she held over him. She then leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his thighs, her dark hair swaying as she continued to devour him with her mouth. The влажный sounds of their lovemaking filled the opulent office, a stark contrast to the sterile corporate environment, their forbidden passion creating a palpable tension that hung heavy in the air.

He reveled in the feel of her body working on him. The slick warmth of her tongue and mouth engulfing his cock was driving him wild. He reached down and cupped her head, gently guiding the rhythm of her suckling, his fingers tangling in her soft hair. Her breasts, full and round, bounced slightly with each bob of her head, the soft fabric of her blouse now damp with his pre-cum. He could see the dark outline of her уже hard nipples pressing against the material, a tantalizing invitation.

He pulled her closer, his gaze dropping to her flat stomach, the toned muscles flexing subtly with her movements. He could imagine those same muscles clenching around his cock when he was buried deep inside her. His fingers then trailed down her back, following the curve of her spine, his anticipation for what was to come building with each passing second.

He wanted to feel her bare skin, to have his hands all over her. He wanted to taste her, to feel her against his lips and tongue. He knew it wouldn't be long before his need to bury himself inside her became overwhelming.

The anticipation thrumming through him was almost unbearable. He reached down and gently tugged at the hem of Wonyoung's crisp white blouse, pulling it free from the confines of her pencil skirt. She paused her ministrations on his cock, her eyes meeting his with a knowing glint. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, his fingers lingering on the smooth fabric as it parted to reveal the lacy bra beneath.

Her breasts, perfectly shaped and full, strained against the delicate lace, their вже hard nipples pressing against the intricate pattern. He reached out and gently cupped them through the fabric, savoring their weight and softness. Wonyoung moaned softly, tilting her head back slightly, offering him a better view. He then slipped his fingers under the lace, his thumb finding her вже erect nipple and flicking it gently.

“Oh, CEO-nim…” she whispered, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re so beautiful, Wonyoung-ah,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He then reached behind her and unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts completely. They sprang forth, full and round, their dark nipples begging for his touch. He obliged, cupping them in his hands, his thumbs stroking and teasing the вже sensitive peaks.

Wonyoung’s mouth was still doing its magic on his cock, but the added attention to her breasts sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her. Her hips started to rock gently, her heat teasing him through his trousers. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. The combination of her incredible mouth and his hands on her bare breasts was driving him to the edge.

He lifted Wonyoung’s head slightly, breaking her suction on his cock. Her lips were red and swollen, glistening with his pre-cum, and her eyes were half-closed with desire. “Baby,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust, “I need you to feel all of me.”

He reached down and gently guided her hands to his fully erect cock, letting her feel its thick girth and throbbing pulse. “Wrap your fingers around this, sweetheart,” he instructed, his voice a low growl. Wonyoung’s fingers closed around him, her touch both firm and delicate, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through him.

With his other hand, he reached down and gently caressed the outside of her pencil skirt, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. He could feel the heat emanating from between her legs, a clear indication of her arousal. “And I want to taste all of you,” he murmured, his gaze locking with hers.

Without another word, he reached for the hem of her skirt and slowly began to hike it up her thighs. Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of anticipation in their depths. The skirt crept higher and higher, revealing her smooth, bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. He paused just above her knees, his fingers lingering on her inner thigh, feeling the softness of her skin.

“Are you ready for me, Wonyoung-ah?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“More than anything, CEO-nim,” she breathed, her grip tightening on his cock.

He then slid his hand underneath the elastic of her panties, his fingers immediately finding the уже влажный folds of her pussy. She gasped, her head falling back slightly as his fingers began to gently stroke her swollen clit. The insane heat radiating from her core was intoxicating, and he knew he wouldn't be able to resist much longer. The need to bury himself deep inside her was now a burning inferno within him.

His fingers slid deeper into Wonyoung's wet swollen folds, encountering the slick, hot pussy that promised untold pleasure. She let out a soft, breathy moan, her hips lifting slightly off the floor as if to meet his touch more fully. He gently probed, his thumb finding her вже твердый clit and rubbing it softly. Her breath hitched, and her grip on his throbbing cock tightened.

"Oh, CEO-nim," she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed, "that feels so... good."

He continued his exploration, his fingers dancing over her sensitive flesh, mapping the curves and contours of her thoroughly aroused pussy. He could feel her pulsing around his fingers, her inner muscles clenching and releasing with each deliberate stroke. The scent of her arousal filled the air, a heady perfume that only intensified his desire.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, tasting the lingering sweetness of his pre-cum from her mouth. "You're so wet for me, Wonyoung-ah," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with lust. "You want me inside you, don't you?"

She nodded eagerly, her eyes now wide with anticipation. "Yes, CEO-nim. Please. I need you inside me."

He chuckled softly, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Well, then, who am I to refuse such a willing and eager employee?" He moved his hand from between her legs and reached for the zipper of his trousers. With a swift tug, it slid down, and his thick straining cock sprang free, girthy and eager to be buried deep within her.

He knelt before her, his gaze dropping to the juncture between her thighs. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a heady mix of musk and sweet desire. With a low growl, he lowered his head, his lips finding the вже swollen petals of her pussy.

His tongue flicked out, tracing the delicate folds, savoring the salty-sweet taste of her readiness. Wonyoung gasped, her hands tightening their grip on his shoulders, her hips lifting off the floor in anticipation. He pressed his lips firmly against her clit, sucking gently at first, then with more force, making her cry out.

"Oh, CEO-nim... fuck..." she moaned, her head thrashing gently against the plush carpet.

He continued his deep exploration, his tongue exploring every inch of her вже engorged vulva. He used his fingers to gently spread her open, giving him better access to her most sensitive spot. He swirled his tongue around her clit, then plunged deeper, tasting the rich, metallic tang of her arousal.

Wonyoung's moans escalated, becoming more frantic, more desperate. "Yes... please... right there..." she begged, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her thighs parted further, offering him complete access.

He licked and sucked, his tongue licking with a practiced rhythm, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around his mouth, her moans intensifying with each deliberate stroke. The sounds of their passionate encounter filled the otherwise silent office, a symphony of влажные slurps and desperate moans.

He continued to completely devour her, his hands now reaching up to cup her firm, round ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he lapped at her core. Wonyoung’s moans grew louder, more high-pitched, her body trembling with the intensity of her approaching orgasm.

“Oh, fuck, CEO-nim… I’m… I’m going to…” she gasped, her hips bucking against his face.

And then it happened. Her inner muscles clenched violently around his tongue and lips as a torrent of leaking cum erupted from her pussy, flooding his mouth with her sweet, sticky essence. She cried out, a long, shuddering moan that echoed in the room, her body going completely limp as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

CEO Park savored the taste of her, swallowing her cum with a satisfied groan. He lifted his head, his lips and chin glistening with her pussy juice, and looked up at her.

“That’s a good girl, Wonyoung-ah,” he purred, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You taste delicious.”

He lifted Wonyoung into his arms, her limp body light against his strong frame, and carried her over to his large mahogany desk. He gently laid her down on the polished surface, her legs dangling off the edge, her wet soaked pussy now fully exposed. He positioned her with her back on the cool wood, her arms outstretched above her head.

Then, he positioned himself between her spread thighs, his thick cock throbbing in anticipation. He grabbed hold of her hips, guiding his hot wet head to her slick entrance, and with a deep groan, he plunged inside her. Wonyoung gasped, her back arching off the table, her eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and pleasure at the sudden, deep penetration.

He began to fuck her, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, allowing her to adjust to his full length. His hands, now free, went to her breasts, cupping their generous weight, his thumbs stroking her sexy hard nipples. The feel of her soft flesh in his hands as he pounded into her was intoxicating.

“Oh, CEO-nim… fuck… that feels so good…” Wonyoung moaned, her voice still slightly shaky from her recent orgasm.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he grunted, his thrusts becoming deeper and more forceful. “Just the way I like it.” He continued to squeeze and knead her breasts, sometimes pinching her nipples, other times just enjoying the soft give of her flesh against his palms.

He varied his pace, sometimes thrusting hard and fast, other times slowing down to just a deep, lingering slide in and out of her dripping core. With each thrust, her breasts bounced, and he made sure to keep them firmly in his grasp, reveling in the sensation. He leaned down and took one of her already hard nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from her.

“Aahh… CEO-nim… yes… don’t stop…” she begged, her hips lifting off the table to meet his thrusts.

He switched to her other breast, flicking it with his tongue and lips while continuing to pump into her with a steady rhythm. The intense sounds of their lovemaking echoed in the office, the leather of his chair creaking with his movements. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around his cock, milking him with every thrust

His grip tightened on her hips as he began to fuck her with a more insistent rhythm. He plunged deep, burying his cock to the base, then slowly withdrew almost completely before thrusting back in with a powerful groan. He watched her face, her eyes glazed over with pleasure, her lips slightly parted as she gasped for breath. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy red, and a delicate sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead.

He varied his pace, sometimes pounding into her hard and fast, each thrust a forceful reminder of his dominance. Her breasts bounced with the motion, and he relished the feel of their weight in his hands, squeezing and kneading them as he fucked her. Other times, he would slow his pace, teasing her with slow, deep strokes that stretched her wide, making her whimper with a mixture of anticipation and intense pleasure. He would linger inside her, his cock толстый and hard against her inner walls, savoring the feeling of her tight grip.

His fingers continued their exploration, sometimes caressing her sexy erect nipples, other times trailing down her stomach to the juncture of her thighs, lightly stroking the вже soaked folds of her pussy around his invading cock. He could feel the frantic pulsing of her inner muscles, gripping him tightly with each thrust, milking him for every drop of pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, CEO-nim…” she’d moan, her voice breathy and filled with raw desire. “You feel so good… so deep…” Her hips bucked against his, meeting each thrust with an eager urgency of their own.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his voice husky with lust, “You’re so tight, Wonyoung-ah. Your pussy is driving me crazy.”

“And your cock is making me feel like I’m going to explode, sir,” she gasped, her body arching off the table as he drove into her again and again.

He continued to fuck her, lost in the rhythm of their bodies moving together, the влажный sounds of their lovemaking filling the office, a testament to their forbidden desires.

They were disturbed by the sound of the Landline in the room as Wonyoung picked it up and Park thrust inside her, making her moan through the phone. He had no intention of stopping as Wonyoung maintained a conversation with the other party.

“Ceo Park is busy, aaah, aah. He is Eating. Aaah, “ Wonyoung moaned as he somehow tried to answer the other party.

He started thrusting in deeper as his fingers started playing with her clit and in response her whole body arched up and trembled making her clutch to the phone harder.

“No, I am Fine. aaahah, I will inform the Ceo of your details. Ahhh.” Wonyoung tried to stop him with his other hand, but ceo park had a sly smile on his face as he grabbed those hands and started pounding inside her. Making her clutch her hands and bite her lips to suppress the moans.

He could feel her pussy clutching on to his cock milking him. Heat radiating of her body as she tried hard not to moan. He pulled her up, now his breath closer to her lips as he kissed her while she was talking on the phone. 

.She patted his chest to make him stop but park thrust inside her pussy a bit harder making her open her mouth in pleasure making it easy to thrust his tongue inside her mouth. 

Wonyoung hung up the phone as she held on to his neck and went in for the kiss. Her tongue p-laying with his while his cock went deeper inside hjer hitting her womb.

She screamed and groaned. “Ajhussi I can’t take it anymore I want you to cum inside me” 

Park carried her of the table as she moaned from his cock entering her again and now the flesh sounds of his hips hittign her sexy ass resounded around the room. He thoughts flew to the way his cock was exploring her insides. She was first disgusted by her ceo but after he fucked her first time for her promotion she could not satisfy herself with any other cock and had to go begging for his cock.

He fucked her again and again that day until she didn’t remember how she fell asleep that day. Completely blacked out after an orgasm, and the next day, she had to rest to get back her energy that was drained away by him. Even when she knew he was married only his cock matteredd that was going inside her. Even prided herself on the fact that she was the one getting the pounding more than his wife.

He sat on the sofa, carrying her, and started bouncing her on his lap. With each thrust making she squealed in pleasure. Luckily, the office was soundproof proof otherwise the screams would have alerted the security. He grabbed those perky tits that looked tasty and sexy and flicked her nipples while his hands moved along the other breast. 

Wonyoung flipped her head back those long black hair ina mess and sweaty from teh rough fucking. She tried to tighten her walls trying to milk his cock. He graoned feeling her pussy tighten and strted rushjing inside thrusting inside more and more. She could feel her shaking and the familiar feeling of her climax approaching. She gripped his shloulders tightly as she came down in more speed hitting his lap and finally he grabbed his head tightly burying it in her tits as she shivered and climaxed. Her thighs trembling and her pussy leaking.

The hot and tight pussy and the insane amount of milking form her pussy made him reach his limit as he too came inside her cumming again and again filling her to the brim. She threw her had back feeling his cum spurting inside her. Hitting deep inside her pussy. She could feel it dripping and leaking out. She could not more as botht of them stayed like that with his cock dep inside her pussy and thier sweaty bodies attached. A feeling of bliss plastered on both faces

[rainbowrosegames]

This is so cool :O

Distort3d minds. Part 12/17

To be clear! Fresh doesn't need anyone else to make another parasite. he just needs enough energy. since he's usually just slowly eating magic, he just wouldn't be able to usually. but since he took so much magic from Error that's why Static kinda glitchy like him. and in Fresh mind he wouldn't of gotten enough energy without Error letting him keep him as a host so long. so technically Static is both their kid but also not. As for him having Static unintentionally, that's just plot contrivance not gonna lie lmao! Also the reason Flare can't kill Static is because they basically eat the magic right as it makes contact.

Also this part is considered the start of chapter 2.

First – Precious – Next {Master post.}

[invincibledc]

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𝑯𝑶𝑲𝑼𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑲𝑼𝑺.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

── .✦ Synopsis: son of joker and Harley, Jacklyn “Jack” Quinn, has a crush on a simple bat. But the bat is tired of his hocus pocus.

── .✦ Genre: idk but I thought of this, could just be short story or whatever.

── .✦ Info: this is an OC I thought of cause I got bored. Reader is the twin sister of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome. Yea the title is inspired by ICP. I love ICP.

Laughter rang out across the abandoned warehouse. A teenaged boy with gun pointed it to a hostage, the hostage sobbed. Getting ready to aim, a batarang hits the gun from his. “Ouch! WHO in the god blazing mind had the audacity to…”

The boy turned to see a girl in her robin outfit of her own design, the suit fitted her well. The boy couldn’t help but smile, seeing her again just made him feel giddy.

“Suga'! I see you foiled my plans again to get my father’s approval. What can I help you with darlin'?” The boy says walking forward to the girl before another batarang harshly impales the ground infront of his feet.

“Jack Quinn. You have no business trying to bring me out here.”

Jack pouts hearing the girl’s voice. “But puddin'” “I’m not pudding. I’m robin.” Jack rolls his eyes at the girl’s words before aiming the gun at her and firing it.

Y/n leaps from the shot as the shot was just a flare. “Okay, so you were right. I did bring you out here. But I can’t help but adore how you are with me!” With a crazed look, he rushed after the girl who gracefully hopped ledge for Ledge. Whilst the two mid teenagers were doing their things, the male robin, Damian appeared and started to untie the hostage.

“Why must we attract villains so much.” Damian scoffs lowly so the person wouldn’t hear. He wasn’t expecting to clean up his twin sister’s mess of attracting boys. But this was another case.

Back to y/n and the boy joker.

“Oh! Birdy, you’re so cute when you run!” He chased after the girl. The girl scoffs as she turned a sharp corner, but came to a stop when the clown boy hopped over a bunch of boxes and landed in front of her.

“You could give thanks to my mama, did you know ima momma’s boy.” He pulls three sharp cards out, one held an ace, a diamond, and a king.

“But suga' im just a king of all above a momma’s boy.” Jack said with a sickly sweet tone. He threw the king card at her, the king care glowed. Y/n’s eyes widen realizing and pulled her cape up.

Thanks to Bruce, her cape was made to protect her from anything. Explosive wise. As y/n put her cape down, there she see the clown boy running up to her before doing a cartwheel.

Y/n moved back, dodging a swift roundhouse kick. “What’s up with you!” She exclaimed, bouncing strikes with her hands from Jack. “What’s up with me?!” He exclaimed back before giving her a crooked smile, y/n put her hands up. But jack had other ideas than boxing with the young girl.

He grabbed the girl’s hands. Tugging her close, chest to chest. Y/n tried to pull away, but the boy was oddly strong despite looking thin. Jack started to make the both of them waltz, y/n gritting her teeth, eyes narrowed showing clearly of her domino mask.

“Don’t be such a sour puss.” Jack says rolling his eyes as he turned y/n around. “I got a joke to sweeten you up!”

“Say, Why don’t people like working with vampire bats? Because they’re a pain in the neck.”

Silence reeked into the air, jack frowns, “Aw cmon not even a giggle?” He was soon hit with a knee to his gut. Y/n moved back, not before sweeping him onto the ground. Landing with a grunt, jack opened his eyes just for him to be picked up by his collar.

He couldn’t help but stare at y/n’s face, “did anyone ever tell you, you look stunning in red?”

“Shut up, jack. I’m taking you in, and then we’ll take your parents in.” Y/n says, ready to zip tie his hands. Jack was oddly calm as he puts his hands out.

“Be gentle, I can’t risk my wrists being bruised.”

“Whatever.” Y/n goes into her belt of her suit, looking down. As she looked up, expect of the boy, there stood a rose with a note.

Y/n scrunched her nose up, grabbing the rose and damned note only for it to read.

“Next time, show up alone. Your brother is such a cock blocker!” Y/n crumpled up the piece of paper. A little fluster but mostly angry that the boy had gotten away. She didn’t expect for him to also realize she brought Damian along.

And said boy came by her, crossed arms and disappoint written on his face. “You really are like father. Always attracting villains to your whim.”

“Shut up. Let’s just go home…” y/n says, throwing the piece of paper behind her back. She hid the rose behind her back. Not letting Damian see it as he raises a brow.

“Keep your crazed boyfriend in control.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

A/N: I REALLY HOPE THIS WASNT BAD! I TRIED TO GIVE HIM A FULL MIXTURE OF JOKER’S AND HARLEY’S PERSONALITY😭😭

[theseinfernalangels]

Princess - Garrick Tavis ☀️

Synopsis: Sometimes, nicknames can be a little too accurate. 

A/N: FINALLY something for our man Garrick. This ties into my little OC universe, so give this a read first. I adore Garrick and Cosette’s dynamic, so I’ll definitely write some more for them soon. Happy reading!

Includes: Secrets, Garrick being cheeky, hurt-comfort. Takes place before Fourth Wing.

It, you decided, was much too bright in the sparring gym. The light beats against your eyes in a way that feels entirely too suffocating, starting from the back of your neck into the expanse of your scalp.

You’re concussed, most likely. You’d taken quite the beating on the mat, although you’d won in the end by virtue of threatening to — and almost actually — slitting another cadet’s throat. It was worth it in the end, but the pounding in the back of your brain made you really start to question if you should have just yielded for the sake of saving yourself.

You slump further into the corner of the gym, where the light just barely reached into the little crevice you’ve inserted yourself into. You felt dizzy and unfocused before, just barely managing to drag your way behind the other cadets to give yourself a moment to rest.

Stupid, you scold yourself. You look like a weak fool. 

It’s hard to watch the rest of the matches when you can barely look up without feeling nauseous. It’s loud, too; the whoops and cries of your classmates combined with the thuds and grunts of people hitting the ground was making you feel worse. You almost wish your father had dumped you with the Scribes instead. It would be boring, sure, but at least it would have been quiet.

You’re just about to drag yourself out of the gym to try and soothe your mind when the aching light is obstructed from your view, dimming the space around you just enough so that the pain isn’t searing. What the hell?

You squint. That’s most definitely a person standing with their back to you; their definition is broad and tall, but it’s a little hard to tell who’s saving you from a wicked migraine until something else catches your eye:

Cloudy, ink-like swirls stretching up an arm. Marked. From their sheer size, to the fact that they’re doing this act of kindness for you at all…

Ah. Your savior of the hour is Garrick Tavis.

You’re not sure how this little…arrangement of yours came about. Garrick, by all means, should probably hate you for a multitude of reasons. You thought he was going to kill you the first (and only) time you actually managed to pin him during a match. Instead, though, he’d just lazily grinned up at you, his (admittedly gorgeous) hazel eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Damn,” he’d said in a low voice. “Who knew a princess could have some bite to her?”

You weren’t even sure if he actually knew your secret. The man was smart, sure, but you thought you were smarter. If he knew who you actually were, he didn’t indicate it. The nickname, the one that pissed you off to new extremes, the one he’d defaulted to using every time he had to interact with you, just felt way too intentional. 

Maybe you were just paranoid.

Glancing back up at him, you smile weakly. “Playing my saving grace again, Tavis?” you tease, wincing as you rest your head against the wall.

He half-turns, keeping you in his peripherals. “No offense, Camden, but you look like you’re about to keel over. You went down pretty hard earlier, no?”

You sigh. You supposed you probably did look like shit. You certainly felt like it. “Fair. You, uh…don’t have to do that, you know. I was about to head over to the infirmary, anyway.”

He scoffs. “Not a chance, Princess. They’re not letting us out of here for another hour, tops. No exceptions.”

Your temper flares a little. You start to rise before another bout of dizziness hits you, sending you directly back on to the ground. ���How many times have I told you not to call me that?”

Garrick turns fully, crouching in front of you and searching your eyes to see if you were actually about to faint. Luckily for you, though, he’s tall enough that him crouching is still enough to block out most of the irritating light of the gym. 

“A lot.” He smiles slyly. “But it suits you. You’re no damsel in distress, but if you weren’t here, you’d probably be up in some manor waiting for diplomat studies. You’re pretty enough for it, at least.”

Oh, the irony. You wish you were still in diplomatic studies.

“Well, still,” you say with a scowl. “Don’t fucking call me that.”

“Of course.”

A beat. His eyes sparkle.

“My Queen.”

Shit. You almost choke.

“How embarrassing,” you hear your dragon muse in the back of your mind. “Say something, Ríoga. The Wind-Wielder will capitalize on any moment he catches you off-guard, you know.”

You try to slow your racing heart (whether it’s from being flustered or panicked, you can’t tell) and just raise an eyebrow, although your fingers twitch. “That has to be some form of Navarrian blasphemy.”

Garrick’s head tilts back as he laughs. “Blasphemy?” he echoes. “Hardly. If anything, it’s a prophecy.”

He leans a little closer, leaving the two of you knee-to-knee. His tone lowers. “I’m serious, Camden. You’re fucking stunning, even when you’re sort of out of it. You hate being called a princess, but it really does suit you.”

You hate that. You despise it. You’ve gone your whole life being reminded time and time again that, even if you did have that Tauri blood running through your veins, you’d never be royal. Bastards, no matter how great, no matter the good they did, no matter the legends they conceived, could never be truly royal. Not in ways that mattered.

Coming from Garrick, though…

Huh. The title felt different. Perhaps because he didn’t spit it the way other, more aware people did. He never taunted you with it, never sneered it, never looked down on you. You weren’t considered a real princess, but you could be a princess to him.

Your lips twitch. “Please. I’ll believe it when I see it.”

His expression falls into one of incredulity. “You’re kidding. Look in a damn mirror.” 

He looks as if he’s about to go on a whole rant before he’s cut off by a sharp, “Tavis! Get your ass back on the mat!”

The both of you falter for a second before you grin. “I guess that’s your cue.”

You think you catch Garrick looking slightly…disappointed before he schools his face into a teasing mask.

“Guess so,” he says before leaning a little closer. His lips brush against your temple, making your heart pound exponentially faster.

“See you around, Princess.”

[pboogerswbb]

TOO LOST IN YOU - part V

Paige Bueckers x bartender!oc

Warnings: toxic!p, language, sexual themes, themes of cheating etc

Wordcount: 5.8k

A/N: WE ARE BACK! no smut in this one sorry ik you love it but i think this a bit of a turning point in the fic :) again pls send me feedback and live reactions! it's the best part of writing this series ANYWAY GO READ ty for everything you guys do

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We’re both sweaty, my skin sticking to hers as we try and catch our breaths - that fourth round had really done us in. If it hadn’t been for me, I’m sure the blonde next to me would’ve gone for fifth. That damn athlete’s stamina. This had become a daily routine the past week, ever since our sleepover.

“You stayin’ over, right?” Paige asks, hand in my hair brushing through it gently. I consider it, the idea of falling asleep in her arms, getting to wake up being held tight by her warming me, but in the back of my mind there’s something gnawing at me. I’m pretty sure I had something to do tonight. Oh right. Jay. Shit.

Clumsily climbing out of bed and pulling on my clothes with urgency makes Paige let out a confused chuckle as she sits up, watching me closely. “Damn ma, chill, you can go if you want.”

“No, I just-” I mumble through my red knitted sweater, pulling it over my head. “I was supposed to see Jay.” In fact Jay had insisted we celebrate because it’s been exactly a month since we started seeing each other. I didn’t really get it. Maybe if we were actually dating, and even then just after one month felt… Excessive to me. But she had insisted.

Paige goes uncharacteristically quiet for a moment, a hint of something unfamiliar on her face as I pull up my flared yoga pants. I check myself in the mirror, mascara smudged over undereyes, lipstick all over my face and my perfectly styled blowout matted at the back - I looked completely fucked out. The hickey on my collarbone, and the smell of Paige’s cologne on my clothes didn’t help my case.

“Paigeee!” I groan at the reflection staring back at me, scrunching my face as I force my long brown locks into a high ponytail, but the blonde sitting behind me on her purple comforter remains quiet, eyes low and face stoic. It’s so unlike her I turn around, tightening my pony as I watch her concerned. “P?”

She finally lifts her gaze from the corner of her room to meet my face, smiling weakly. I could tell something was off, and it made my stomach stir. Before I can ask Paige leans her head against the wall behind her, looking to the ceiling and taking a deep breath.

“You sure you can’t stay?”

It sounds vulnerable, almost pleading if I didn’t know better. For a moment I waver, but instead I brush it off, turning back to the mirror and fixing my makeup while Paige watches on the bed.

“Nah, she wanted to celebrate our one month… Something,” I murmur, reapplying the maroon lipstick.

A deep sigh from Paige fills the room as she fidgets with her hands before bringing them up to her jaw, rubbing it.

“Why are you with her?”

“Huh?” I ask, turning to her but she won’t meet my gaze.

“You heard me, why are you with her?”

I’m baffled, astonished by the question. A blush rising to my cheeks I suddenly feel defensive for some reason - mostly because there was no good reason. Jay was nice enough and I liked her company. Sometimes. But at least I knew for certain she would never do what Paige had done to me in the past. Never.

“Because she’s good to me! How’s that any of your business anyway?” my voice rises as I ask, my arms crossing but Paige is quick to get up and walk over to me, pulling me into a hug.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, you right,” she quickly lets out, rubbing up and down my back and the anger immediately subsides. “Stupid question, sorry.” She sounds almost scared. I had never heard her sound like that. Trying to understand what it meant made my mind turn to mush so I focus on the way she kisses my forehead and holds my face, our eyes meeting.

“Thursday then? After my game?” Paige suggests, now kissing my neck, making me forget all about who was waiting for me. My eyes flutter shut as I hum, trying to answer.

“I can’t,” I murmur, Paige’s lips doing their best work as her teeth nibble my earlobe making me hiss. “Me and Jay are gonna come watch you play,” I admit breathlessly, making her pull away from me.

“Seriously?” She asks, brows furrowed in annoyance. I shrug, unsure why she was so upset.

“I’ve been beggin’ for you to come see me play and nothin’? But for Justine…?”

“It’s her birthday! I promised I’d do what she wanted!” I argue, my voice rising the tiniest bit once more.

Paige looks at the ground and shakes her head frustrated, breathing heavy through her mouth. I couldn’t help but feel a little bad, I never in a million years thought she cared this much about me seeing her play. I didn’t even care about going with Jay. Honestly, I just wanted to see Paige in her element. I loved listening to her talk about ball, the way her eyes sparkled with knowledge and passion. She might be a piece of shit and an asshole but I really admired her resilience and ambition. If Paige was anything it was incredibly focused and dedicated. Sometimes to her own fault, I thought.

“Besides I bet Claire or-”

“Clara.”

“Right, Clara, will be there to watch you play!” Her name tastes sour in my mouth.

“I don’ care about her, want you watchin’ me!”

“Well I will be watchin’ you!”

“With Justine!” Paige groans with a roll of her eyes, her hands waving around as she speaks. I watch her bewildered when it hits me. She’s jealous. Paige Bueckers is jealous.

“You’re jealous?” slips from my mouth with a confused scoff, making Paige freeze. She looks at me for a moment, debating, then shaking her head.

“No. I just- I don’ wanna talk about it, I don’t wanna fight,” she sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her fingers. There’s a hint of defeat in her voice which makes me waver. My annoyance and confusion slip away as I watch the way her blue eyes soften. 

“Let’s not fight Val, please.”

“Okay,” I hum and let her pull me into a hug. As her nose buries into my hair, for a second I think she’s smelling it, inhaling carefully - but I must be mistaken. She had never done that before.

“P I gotta go,” I murmur against her chest, not wanting to but knowing Jay was growing more and more suspicious as time passed. Frankly, we still weren’t exclusive so none of this was technically cheating. Still, I hadn’t told her. I had convinced myself that eventually I would. I just don’t know when.

“I’ll walk you,” she whispers, making me chuckle.

“Yeah that wouldn’t be sus at all huh?”

Paige grins, looking down at me. “Just tell her we’re fucking around.”

With a furrow of my brows I shake my head. “Nah.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

Paige is smirking smugly now, staring into me. “Oh because then you’d have to tell her how I fuck you better than she do?”

I blush and roll my eyes. I wasn’t about to admit she was right.

Pushing her off me, I grab my bag from the floor and give her one last glance. She reaches her hand to my jaw and holds it, pressing a tender kiss to my lips making my heart flutter for a second.

“Text me when you’re there ma,” she murmurs against my lips before letting go and opening her door for me.

“I will.”

Waving bye to Jana and Allie too who I’d become friendly with this last week, I walk out of the dorm into the chilly evening, February still forcing me to wear my white puffer jacket. I wrap it around me tightly as I hurry towards Jay’s dorm, trying not to think myself to the grave over Paige’s behaviour  - loving, caring, a different Paige than I knew last fall. I almost wish she was the same as she used to be, the careless player who didn’t let me sleep over or get to know her roommates. Because now I had what I had always wanted from her. Except it wasn’t a dream come true. It was terrifying. My heart wanted to give in, to let myself feel. But I was horrified of what she could do again, how she might hurt me this time.

I’m still in my thoughts when I reach Jay’s door, knocking on it urgently. Before I can even lower my hand, she opens the door, a frown on her face.

“You’re late.” she says, letting me in nevertheless. The room is lit with candles, homemade dinner gone cold on the plates and a bouquet of flowers in a vase - my heart sinks. Not because I missed out on what Jay had planned, but because I didn’t want this. Not from her. I felt like a piece of shit for thinking that this was way too much. But it’s true. 

“Fuck Jay, I’m so sorry. I got caught up at Ted’s. I didn’t know a Tuesday night would be this busy,” I chuckle trying to lighten the mood, seeing a teddy bear with a big red bowtie sitting on the couch, giving me the creeps.

“Whatever Val,” she sighs, clearing the plates away. I watch, not sure what to say.

“Your roommates, where-”

Jay turns to me, tears in her eyes. “I paid them both to be out tonight, to make tonight special. But you didn’t even come.”

“I’m here now!” I say, walking over and grabbing her hands. I never knew what to do when someone cried, I wasn’t the consoling type, I was the advice type. My friends didn’t come to me to be comforted, they came to me to know what to do next. I always had a plan. But this was way out of my comfort zone. I hated when girls cried because of me.

“Look, I’m sorry, it was so busy. I didn’t even realise I was late,” I lie, looking straight into her blue eyes. It’s hard, I don’t like it, but the words slip from my lips more easily than I thought. 

Jay pouts and nods, wiping the tears from her eyes. “It’s not your fault just… next time call.” Her voice is weak. I really felt like an asshole. I had to end it with Paige, I knew I did. I just simply couldn’t. My heart didn’t let me for some reason.

“Okay, I’m sorry Jay. C’mere.” I pull her into a kiss, but it feels wrong, icky almost. She kisses me back though, her hands wrapping around my waist. I catch a whiff of Paige’s cologne on my sweater.

“Let’s order pizza, okay?” I ask against her lips, not wanting to open my eyes and face reality, the tugging of my heartstrings. I felt like I was being ripped apart, stuck between crossroads. I could feel myself falling for Paige. I knew it by the way my heart ached when we said goodbye, the way my eyes were constantly looking for her in a crowd. I was falling for her, yes. But the moment I admitted that the fear would come roaring in, like a tide, ready to bury everything underneath it. She had so many tools to hurt me, so many that she was unaware of. God if she knew how I felt I’m sure I’d never heard from her again. It would ruin everything. Being with Jay was good, secure, the right thing to do. Even if I didn’t feel half as much for her, my heart didn’t flutter for her - at least she couldn’t break it either.

-

Be you. Be great.

I watch the text from my dad flash on my screen, sitting in front of my cubby, legs bouncing nervously. I already knew we’d win today - we weren’t playing anyone special. An attitude Geno would surely smack the back of my head for, but it’s simply true. It wasn’t the upcoming game making my finger tap nervously against the back of my phone, it was the text I had typed out, my finger hovering over the send button, making my stomach flutter.

Miss u Val

“Yo warmups!” KK snaps me out of my trance, my finger accidentally pressing down on the send button. Shit. Now Valerie was gonna know I miss her. 

Sure it had only been a couple days since she was last in my arms, but being away from her made my heart ache. Usually the more I saw a girl the less I wanted to see her. Valerie, however, seemed to have the opposite effect. I couldn’t get enough. Guess it had something to do with the “feelings” I had for her.

“Shit you scared me,” I chuckle, my cheeks turning red as I hide the screen which KK does not miss. She grins at me, elbowing my shoulder teasingly.

“You texting Valerie?”

“Yooo,” I roll my eyes but don’t deny it, a sly smile forming on my face. Raising my brows and scratching the back of my head I look at the shorter girl standing in front of me. “She’s comin’ to watch tonight.”

“Oh forreal?”

“With Justine,” I scoff, standing up to join KK in heading in for the warmups, my jersey on, hidden underneath the warmup clothes. She snorts and shakes her head.

“Crazy work to name a child that,” She laughs.

Nodding, I snort a little. “That’s what I’m sayin’ like.” I might joke, but Justine was the one getting to bring Valerie to a game. Not me. I would take a stupid name like that too if it meant I got to do that.

“You jealous?” KK asks, noticing the way my teeth grind together. I quickly shake my head, not very convincingly, but flexing a little to make up for it. “Nah, I’m the ultimate rizzler remember? Nothin’ to worry ‘bout.”

Truthfully? I was a little worried. Taking a deep breath I try to push that feeling away as we enter the court, the seats slowly filling as the crowd makes their way in.

“Bro just tell her how you feel,” KK murmurs as we both stretch, watching some of the girls running around the court.

Her words make me scoff, how naive. “It’s not that simple,” my voice is stern. No one seemed to understand the pressure I was under, not even my best friend. To even suggest something like that felt insane. I couldn’t tell Valerie. Not with a natty on the line, not with all this pressure. 

Besides, what then? She feels the same and we date? I’d make a shit girlfriend, I know it. I was too selfish, an asshole. I wasn’t girlfriend material. Not for anyone as special, as precious as my Valerie. All she did was complicate things. Even now, my head was spinning with the thought of her. As if I don’t have to be at my best, have my head in the game in like an hour. God, I need to get a grip. Maybe I deserved to lose today. I was unfocused, a disappointment.

“Girl you’re an idiot,” KK sighs as we jog up and down the court. My eyes are immediately looking over the student section when her golden brown hair glimmers in the light like a beacon just for me to find her. She’s sitting in the third row, legs crossed in a mini denim skirt, much too short for the weather outside. An oversized black sweater reveals her left shoulder and collarbone, the mark I had left visible to everyone. Bold. I suppose Jay must have thought it was her doing. Boy if she knew. Part of me wanted everyone to know she’s mine. Only she wasn’t.

It’s not just Valerie’s hair, but the gold dangling on her wrist as she brushes her hair back, the rings decorating her fingers and the earrings contrasting against her dark locks that make the whole place shimmer, all because of her. I simply can’t look away. My twisted fantasies of having some sort of ownership over the brunette is quickly interrupted when Justine’s hand wraps around her shoulders and I notice the blonde girl, kissing Valerie’s cheek. My Valerie’s. I nearly trip over my feet, making KK laugh out loud - her laughter echoing around the court, taunting me.

-

“Guys what the hell is wrong with you, we should be up by 20 at this point against a school like this? That was the worst offense I’ve seen in my who-”

Geno’s scolding is ear-piercing as I sit in the dressing room next to the other girls, my elbows leaving red marks on my thighs as I lean against them and wipe the sweat dripping down my neck. My chest heaves as Geno takes turns chewing off each of us, dreading for my own turn.

We were only leading by four pathetic points, and had to struggle even for that. It was all my fault, I already knew. I didn’t need Geno or anyone to tell me that. I was unfocused, making bad decisions, causing turnovers - I even missed a free throw for the sole reason that just moments before I had seen Jay’s lips pressing into Valerie’s. God, just the thought was making me feel sick.

“Paige,” Geno’s stern voice snaps me out of it, my eyes lifting to meet his. But all he does is shake his head, and it’s even worse than him yelling at me. I wanted him to cuss me out, anything else.  “You know,” he simply says and I nod. I did know.

At least now I had the confirmation of everything I had suspected all along. A girl was nothing but a disturbance, a hitch in my plans. I can’t believe I had let myself do this, get distracted because of some girl. A classic fool. And I was about to make a fool out of my whole team too.

Once Geno leaves and gives us some time before the third quarter, I check my phone, my repentant thoughts quickly subsiding when I see the texts.

i miss you too p

fuck you look hot in that jersey

okay biceps you looking swole? when have you had time to hit the gym that much

wish i could come spend the night

My heart flutters, all of it is flattering sure. But it’s the first and last message that get me to take deep breaths. She misses me. She wants to spend the night with me. The weight on my chest eases up.

U should come over after

i can’t

promised jay

Fuck Justine 

Just come up w sumn

you really miss me that bad?

So fucking bad baby

Going to ted’s after the game

ok i’ll figure something out

Something about the texting and the adrenaline from the game made me bolder, more honest.

Valerie?

yeah?

U look gorgous

Gorjes

gorgeous?

Shut up it’s hard to spell :(

student athlete who

Gotta go warm up

paige?

Yeah?

go kill em

-

It’s hard to miss the moment the Huskies walk in, all in a big group in their navy blue Uconn trackies laughing and hyping up the blonde in the middle, whose face is scrunched up as she tells them to chill. I knew Paige well enough that she didn’t mean any of that, she loved the limelight.

All of the second half of the game Paige had been glowing on the court, completely unguardable, the star I always knew she was. With her help the Huskies had won with a 20 point lead despite the rough first half. I could’ve watched her forever. Every shot, every pass, every block had me on my toes, and I swear I was always the first one to jump to my feet to cheer for her. I forgot about the crowd, even Jay next to me. On the court it might as well just have been Paige Bueckers, I wouldn’t have noticed the difference.

“Babe, tell Alex I’m right!” Jay interrupts my thoughts, forcing my eyes to snap from Paige to her sitting around a table with some of her friends, a red partyhat on her head for the birthday celebration.

I blink stupidly, having missed the whole conversation.

“Shots for everyone!!” I hear Paige yell behind me, forcing a crooked smile to grow on my face.

“Uh sorry I couldn’t hear you,” I admit, glancing over my shoulder hoping the tall blonde would notice me eyeing her. She was too busy leaning over the bar, clearly eager for the drinks.

Jay giggles and presses a wet kiss on my forehead. “You’re so cute,” she murmurs. I nearly vomit. 

Suddenly claustrophobic from her closeness, I brush Jay’s hand away. “I need another drink.”

“But you still have some-”

I quickly down the rest of my vodka soda, before standing up and taking quick steps in my boots towards the group of really, really tall girls surrounding Paige, flutters in my stomach growing with each step.

“Valerie!” KK is the first to notice me and wrap an arm around me. The sound of my name makes Paige’s head snap towards my direction, the smile on her face only growing wider when she sees me. Without thinking and before I can stop her, Paige is wrapping her hands around my waist and spinning me in the air, giggling, her head on my shoulder.

“Oh my God put me down!” My command is not cogent, the chuckles making me less convincing. Paige obeys anyway and lets me go, both of us glancing towards the table where Jay is sitting, still immersed in conversation with her friends. Feeling bold, Paige’s hand rapidly slides down my back to my ass, groping it harshly before letting go. The fact that Jay could see only makes me want her to do it again. Maybe I should see a therapist.

“Val I know you’re not working but can you make the Shirleys pleaaaase,” the blonde in front of me begs, her pleading blue eyes almost getting to me. “They’re fire.”

“No! I’m a free woman tonight!” I proclaim, leaning my elbows against the bar. Paige does the same, her side pressing into mine sending jolts all over me. 

“Fine, whatchu drinkin’ ma?” she asks. “Vodka soda?”

“With crush-”

“Crushed lime, I know.”

Paige orders the drink, paying for it without making it a big deal in any way. I always found her smoothness so incredibly sexy. Right now as she stood there, elbows on the bar, chewing on her bottom lip, shower fresh and beaming from the win, I swear I had never felt so attracted to her. It wasn’t just pure lust, but something else too. Something more.

“That third quarter,” I start, the praise immediately causing a smirk to grow on the blonde’s face.

“Yeah? You watched me?” she asks, already knowing the answer.

I smile too, looking down to my feet. “You were born to do that.”

When our eyes meet again there’s a hint of something vulnerable and genuine in Paige’s expression. All the other noise seems to quiet down, leaving us in our own bubble, just us two. It bursts quickly when I feel a hand wrap around my waist. I know who it is before I even look, evident by the pure annoyance on Paige’s face.

“Hey babe are you fangirling over here?” She jokes, kissing my cheek. I pull away a little but Jay’s a few too many drinks in to notice.

Paige quickly smiles and shakes her head, sipping her drink. “Nah, I was. She makes the best dirty Shirley around, trust.”

I stare into her blue eyes, secretly enjoying this little game we were playing. Tiptoeing the line between strangers and something more.

“Yeah she insisted on getting me a drink for all the times she’s been yelling into my ear to play Drake,” I tease back, my mind immediately going to the many nights Paige had made her way behind the bar, one time even getting on her knees on the disgusting, sticky floor and begging me to let her play a few songs. From the smirk on her face, I know Paige is thinking the same.

Jay’s eyebrows shoot up watching us, clearly surprised. “Hm. No one told me you two know each other that well.”

“I mean we don’t, I just know she works here,” Paige quickly corrects, her brows furrowing as she points to me. “Your name’s uh… Vivien?”

“Valerie.”

Paige and me both smirk a little, Jay missing it completely. 

“Riiight sorry,” Paige grins, sipping her drink and turning to the blonde next to me. “Sick hat.” She’s being sarcastic.

“Thanks man, it’s my birthday,” Jay answers, a little flustered at the attention she was getting from the girl in front of us.

“Damn, happy birthday,” Paige says politely, patting Jay’s shoulder in a manner only I knew was condescending. 

Excusing herself, Paige leaves me and the blonde girl by the bar, every cell in my body screaming to follow her.

“Paige Bueckers just wished me happy birthday,” Jay says in awe.

-

The girl whose waist I’m holding, kissing my neck might as well not exist - I barely notice her. My stare is locked on Valerie and Justine, giggling and dancing in the corner of the packed bar. They look happy. 

A pang of guilt washes over me momentarily. Here’s Justine who, yeah sure is short, but really seems to like Valerie, takes good care of her. And maybe Valerie would learn to be happy with her if I just let her. The nauseating images of them adopting a dog together, getting married, raising children and growing old with each other flash through my mind. It’s enough to cause a tremble in my lower lip, my eyes welling up. The ache in my chest was trying to tell me something I wasn’t ready to admit.

“Can we go back to yours?” Clara hums, her teeth nibbling on my earlobe when a single tear rolls down my right cheek. I quickly wipe it off, my eyes finally turning to the girl next to me. To my relief she’s too busy trying to turn me on to notice my red eyes.

“Not now Clara,” I murmur, my voice barely audible over the music and chatter.

The girl’s face scrunches up in annoyance as I push her off me, gently but with a firm hand.

“What’s your problem? You’ve been like this all night, it’s like I’m not even here.”

“Not now.” I rub the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes and trying to take calming breaths.

“If you don’t want me he-”

“I don’t want you here Clara, I didn’t even ask you to come.”

There’s a moment of heavy silence between us, the girl next to me staring at me with wide eyes, hurt written all over her face. I wasn’t strong enough to fight how I felt anymore. It was time to face my feelings, even if it scared me.

“This is over, okay?” I admit, my gaze meeting Clara’s. She blinks at me slowly, processing. I feel like I should say something, explain myself. But nothing I could say would make it better so I stay quiet.

In silence, I watch Clara hop down from the bar stool and look at me one more time.

“My friends were right about you.”

With that she leaves Ted’s and relief washes over me. I grab my phone, and type out a text.

I’m sorry but I can’t see u anymore, just got too much going on

I copy and paste it, sending the words to each girl on my roster, not bothering to wait for any responses before deleting their numbers. Zoe, Jenny, Sofia, all gone. It was almost exhilarating, the way my body worked before my brain could catch up. Glancing to the opposite corner of the bar I finally catch Valerie’s eye. I nod my head towards the bathrooms before heading in myself. She’s quick to follow, leaving Justine behind. It was time to be brave, the kind of person who deserved Valerie.

The bathrooms are tiny, both of us making the space more cramped when I let Valerie in, locking the door behind us. Before she can say anything, her big brown eyes blinking at me, I’m kissing her. Not with any other agenda except aching to feel her lips on mine. My left hand cups her face, right hand holding her body close to me by her waist. Hungry for more, my tongue slips between her lips.

“Paige…” Valerie’s voice is soft against my lips, her breathing heavy as her hands hold my hips. 

“Shh,” I hum, my hands gently brushing through her hair as my kisses turn from hungry to loving, our lips slowing down in their dance. After a while we both pull away breathless, our foreheads resting against one another. Before my brain catches up, the words spill from my mouth.

“Leave her.”

Valerie’s brown eyes widen as she leans her head back to look at me.

“I- huh?” 

I swallow, thinking about doubling down for an instant. No. This needs to be it. Be brave Paige.

“Justine. Leave her.” There’s a hint of anxiety in my trembling voice, but the way I stare at the brunette girl in front of me lets her know I’m serious. Her expression is hard to read, the cramped space muffling the sounds of the world outside. In this moment it’s just us. Frankly, I had no idea what I was doing. I might really screw us up now. Lose her forever. But I didn’t have any fight left in me. It was bound to happen.

“Why?” she asks, her dark brows furrowing a little.

I scoff lightly, taking her hands in mine.

“Why? You know why.”

From the way Valerie blinks at me confirms that she did know - this wasn’t just sleeping around anymore, this had gone beyond. We both knew.

My thumbs smooth over the soft skin of her petite hands, the red polish decorating her nails, the chunky gold rings cool against my fingertips. I was trying to be patient, giving her time to process. But the pounding in my chest was making me lightheaded, the anxiety making my cheeks turn red. I felt vulnerable, exposed, terrified. Yet, I don’t speak or hurry her.

“No, stop it.”

Before I realise what’s happening, Valerie pulls her hands away from me, her eyes full of suspicion. My stomach stirs as she reaches for the door but I stop her.

“No, wait, please Val,” I plead, hand on the door handle.

“I can’t do this again,” Valerie cries out, her eyes filling with tears. I reach to wipe them away but she moves back from me. It breaks my heart.

“No ma, ‘s not like that this time. I left Clara, I left all of ‘em. Fuck all of ‘em ok? I don’t want ‘em!” My voice is desperate, chasing the brunette’s brown eyes as she avoids my gaze. 

“I need some air,” she murmurs, unlocking the door. However she doesn’t get far before bumping into Justine’s chest, standing right outside the bathroom eyeing both of us.

All three of us go silent as the blonde girl stares dumbfounded. 

“What the fuck is going on?” She slurs, alcohol evident in her voice.

“Jay I-” Valerie starts but Justine is quick to flip around and take hurried steps towards the exit. I follow the brunette out of Ted’s, the parking lot quiet on a rainy night.

“Jay, please wait! Let me explain!” Valerie pleads, grabbing Justine’s hand but she pushes her away, forcing the brunette to stumble back a little. My fingers flex with anger as I step between the two girls.

“Whoa, yo nuh uh,” I say sternly, shaking my head at Justine who’s looking at me like she might actually jump me. I wasn’t worried, I could take her. “Don’t touch her.”

The blonde scoffs, rolling her eyes. “You can’t tell me not to touch my girl!”

Her girl? I feel anger rising from my gut, heat ascending to my neck and cheeks. I step into her space, looking down at her as I do. 

“Don’t you get it?” I chuckle, an arrogant smirk on my face, basking in the way she had to tilt her head up to look at me. “Val’s not your girl.”

“Paige-” Valerie’s voice is careful behind me, her hand gently reaching for my forearm.

“You wanna know why she been too tired to come over? Because she’s been in my bed, getting fucked like she deserv-”

“PAIGE!”

Valerie pulls me back by my arm, her eyes wide and furious as she looks up at me. The adrenaline was making me bold, I wanted the world to know she’s mine. No one else’s. My Valerie.

“Fuck you both.” Justine slurs, heading back inside the bar, clearly not the fighting type. Deep deep down I wish she had jumped me just so I had the excuse to punch her at least once for calling Valerie her girl.

The brunette lets go of me and scoffs, shaking her head as she starts walking away from me. Suddenly coming to my senses, I follow behind her apologetically.

“Ma, wait.”

“Paige what are you doing?” She cries out, a desperate frustration evident in the way she speaks as she turns to look at me.

I step into her space, hands itching to touch her. Better not. Not right now. Biting my lower lip I sigh and shake my head.

“Sorry it just pissed me off hearing her-”

She’s not listening but profusely shaking her head, eyes squeezing shut.

“I don’t understand you, I don’t get what you want from me!” She bursts out. My hands come to hold her shoulders, taking it as a good sign when she lets me.

“I want you Val,” I finally admit. Not just to her but to myself.

“But what does that even mean?!” She’s clearly frustrated, tired of the confusing cat and mouse game we’d been playing since we met. I was tired too.

“Look ma, I’m done with all the other girls, and you’re done with Justine. I dunno what that means but-”

“But what? We date? Become girlfriends? Then what?” She spews. I rub my forehead and eyes with my hand, feeling my head spinning. Maybe I hadn’t thought this through.

“Maybe-”

“Until you find the next girl you wanna fuck? Or freak out again?”

“No Val not this time-”

“How do you know?” She asks, a hint of desperation in her voice, looking for any sign that this was a risk worth taking.

“I uh,” I mumble, my skin turning hot, bringing my hands behind my head, rubbing my hair, trying to soothe myself.

“How do you know, Paige?!” Valerie screams, her big brown eyes pleading with me for a reason. Before my brain could catch up my mouth’s already forming the words. The words I had not had the time to admit to myself yet - that feeling that had been gnawing at me for weeks now. The twist in my gut, the dizziness in my head. I finally understood.

“Because I love you Valerie!”

-

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Stuck on You

Some prankster superglues Marco’s hand to yours. You both pretend to hate it… but secretly enjoy staying glued together.

Marco x gn! reader | ONE SHOT

Tags: fluff, flirting, chaos, sfw

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ff cringe and oc

word count: 3.3k

MINORS DNI!!

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It all started with a prank.

A very bad prank.

One minute you were standing on deck, minding your own business, chatting with Marco about nothing in particular — and the next minute, someone (you had your suspicions) superglued your hand to his.

Literally.

Palm-to-palm.

Fingers intertwined.

"You have got to be kidding me-yoi," Marco muttered, staring down at your very stuck hands with the emotional range of a man who had survived actual wars but could not survive this level of annoyance.

You tugged.

Marco tugged.

Your hands stayed locked together like some sort of romantic death grip.

"…Well," you said, very eloquently.

"Well," Marco echoed, voice utterly dry.

From somewhere behind a barrel, muffled snickering erupted. You both turned in time to see a few crewmates (Ace, you would bet your next paycheck) sprinting away at full speed, laughing their asses off.

Marco sighed heavily. "Should've seen that coming, yoi."

You blinked up at him, wide-eyed. "You think they superglued us together… on purpose?"

Marco gave you a long look, deadpan as hell. "…No-yoi. It was a coincidence that someone left industrial-strength glue exactly where we were standing."

You snorted, trying to suppress a laugh. "Fair enough, Mr. Smartass."

He smirked, tugging lightly at your conjoined hands again. No dice. You were fused like some godawful romantic statue.

"Guess we’re stuck-yoi."

You both stared at your hands, at each other, at your hands again.

Slowly, you realized the entire deck was staring.

Crewmates leaned against rails, poked their heads out of doors, peered from crow’s nests. Watching. Waiting.

You could almost hear the bets forming.

You hissed under your breath, "Don't make a scene. Act natural."

Marco smiled, the slow lazy kind that made your heart do stupid cartwheels.

"You think we’re good at ‘natural' -yoi?"

You elbowed him (gently, because, you know, superglue). "Walk. Casual. Now."

He obligingly started walking, swinging your joined hands obnoxiously like you were newlyweds on a stroll. You tripped trying to keep up with his stupid long strides, and Marco had the audacity to chuckle under his breath.

"Oh, you're enjoying this," you accused, half-laughing, half-glaring.

Marco tilted his head innocently. "Why wouldn’t I enjoy being glued to such charming company-yoi?"

You blinked.

Heat flared up your neck.

Was that… flirting?! From Marco?!

You decided to play it cool. "Obviously, I'm the lucky one. Being stuck with the infamous cool guy of the crew."

He arched an eyebrow. "Cool guy?"

You nodded sagely. "Yeah. All mysterious and strong and… broody. You know. Classic heartthrob material."

Marco actually laughed, full-throated and amused.

"You've been spending too much time with Ace, yoi," he said, but his thumb was rubbing slow circles into your knuckles — absent-minded, soft — and he made no move to pull away.

You pretended not to notice.

The ship doctor declared the situation "temporarily incurable" unless you wanted to rip off some skin.

You did not want that.

So you and Marco were officially handcuffed together for the next few hours, possibly longer.

The announcement spread through the ship like wildfire. Everywhere you went, people tried to hide their snickering — and failed spectacularly.

At lunch, you had to sit next to Marco. (Technically, on Marco, because the bench was too narrow and you kept bumping into him.)

Passing plates was a disaster.

You dropped a spoon into Marco’s lap at one point, and he just gave you a look so dry it could set fires.

You grinned sweetly. "Oops."

"You’re doing this on purpose."

"Maybe," you sang, swinging your legs.

Marco grunted — but the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

After lunch, things got worse.

You tried to help Marco with paperwork.

Emphasis on tried.

"Hold still, yoi," he muttered, trying to shuffle through documents with one hand while your hand clumsily trailed after his.

"This is your fault," you whispered dramatically.

"You touched me first."

"You glued yourself to me!"

"You leaned into the glue puddle-yoi."

"You—!" you sputtered.

The tension snapped — you both cracked up, laughing so hard the pen rolled off the desk.

Sometime around sunset, you found yourself sitting on the figurehead of the ship, watching the ocean shimmer gold. Marco sat next to you, your hands still hopelessly, ridiculously intertwined.

The atmosphere shifted — soft, quieter.

A breeze tugged at your hair.

Marco turned his head lazily, regarding you out of the corner of his eye.

"You know," he said casually, "if you wanted to hold my hand… you could’ve just asked-yoi"

You almost fell off the ship.

"I did not plan this!" you yelped, cheeks burning hotter than a volcano.

Marco chuckled — that low, warm sound you could feel in your ribs.

"I know," he said, a little softer. "But still."

You glanced down at your hands — how perfectly they fit together, the way his thumb lazily traced circles over your skin without even thinking.

"…It’s not so bad," you admitted, voice small.

Marco smiled.

Not the lazy, cocky smirk he gave everyone else — a real, soft smile that made your heart flutter traitorously.

"Nah-yoi," he agreed, squeezing your hand. "Not bad at all."

When the glue finally wore off (courtesy of some miracle solvent the ship doctor whipped up late at night), you both sat there for a second.

Free.

Hands separated.

No excuse anymore.

Marco looked at you.

You looked at Marco.

Long pause.

"…We’re allowed to hold hands without glue, you know," you blurted, immediately wanting to jump overboard from sheer embarrassment.

Marco laughed — really laughed — and before you could hide your face, he caught your hand again, lacing your fingers together easy as breathing.

"No more excuses-yoi," he said, lips brushing your temple in a featherlight kiss.

You clung tighter.

Maybe being stuck together wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

[mothernaturesthings]

teeth whom bite the skin i kiss, smoke x black!oc

a/n: bones and all x sinners x eve’s bayou with a twist. i thought about this literally at two am. i haven’t watched the movie yet so this is based off what i’ve seen from trailers and clips :) this is kinda long ngl guys.

warnings: mentions of blood

synopsis: lousiana native livie, a cannibal, is cursed and banished to the 1930’s after sinking her teeth into someone she shouldn’t have…

chapter one: “don’t bite the hand that feeds you.”

1981; Deep Louisiana

Children, ranging from five to thirteen, assembled around a makeshift, timeworn playground. An outbreak of laughter ensued as they sprinted to play a game of tag.

Aside from the children was a young woman with soft, doll-like features occupying a tattered bench. The sun fawned over her pretty tanned skin, so much so that its flattery caused her to be sticky. She tried to disregard the muggy heat by thumbing to next page in the book she was reading. "In Search of Lost Time" was written on the cover, and by the looks of the pages behind the bookmark, she's nearly finished with it.

After a moment of reading, the young woman—or Livie, as she liked to be called—felt a sudden yet timid tap on her shoulder. Livie harshly turned, and a whisper of wind brushed her curls against her cheek. "Hey, ya' still reading that book? I thought you said you was done already?" Céleste, her younger, ginger-haired sister, spouted.

Now irritable from her sister’s interruption, Livie uttered, "Well, I sure am now," through gritted teeth as she slammed the book shut. Noticing that she was bothersome, Céleste silently faced away from her eldest sister, a slight pout threatening to form on her lips. "Sorry." She muttered.

Livie sighed. "It's fine, bug. I was gettin’ tired of reading anyway. Alright?" Céleste nodded and slowly started to scoot closer to Livie on the bench. Livie quirked an eyebrow incredulously. Then, Céleste tapped her shoulder once again and yelled, "Tag, you're it!" before hightailing it towards the wooden monkey bars.

"You little..." Livie grunted and ran after her, not too far behind. Céleste screamed while being chased, some of the children even participating in the hunt.

During the pursuit, a little boy stumbled and landed face-first on the prickled grass, grazing the padding of his finger in the midst.

Livie stopped mid-stride and watched as the boy clutched his finger, face contorted in pain. The remaining children continued on, unaffected by the bumble. The small abrasion, a scrape dotted with blood, immediately caught her eye, and in turn, it twitched.

A glint flared in her pupils. Something primal. Instinctive.

Livie shadowed the boy before cautiously walking over. He was whining now, swaying back and forth as an act of self-soothing.

“Mind if I help?”

The little boy shook his head yes, albeit apprehensively.

Livie held the injured finger towards her, inspecting the fresh wound there. The fleck of blood became a pool that made its descent down to his palm.

That glint returned, but this time, it clouded her pupil completely. Livie was transfixed on that wound, mouth agape, teeth bared.

"Livie?" Céleste questioned. She'd been watching the scene unfold in the distance, and judging by the tears flooding the rim of her lower eyelids, she was terrified.

Unexpectedly, Livie widened her jaw and swallowed a mouthful of the little boy's finger, biting down with brute force. The sheer pressure from her bite force caused his bone to fracture on impact. The little boy bawled and struggled to free himself from her unrelenting grip.

Horror-stricken, the other children squealed and fled. Céleste, however, was scared stiff, too panicked to move.

In a last-ditch effort to break away, adrenaline rushed to his brain, and he gripped her curls, tugging away until the stinging sensation from her scalp snapped her back to reality.

Livie released him, triggering him to tumble onto his back. The scent of metallic blood overwhelmed her senses. She kissed her lips with the touch of her fingers and moved them into her line of sight.

Bloody fingertips.

Livie’s face was blanched lily white. She noticed the little boy still on the ground, a clump of her hair in his fist.

“I’m sorry…” She stuttered out, trailing off once she spotted Céleste.

The little boy stood up, cradling his severed finger. “Ou va regrèt sa. Manman mwen va pini jou ou né!” He cursed, pointing his unscathed finger at Livie. He hobbled off, leaving remnants of blood in his wake.

Although Livie was a full-bred Creole, she was ultimately the outcast of the bloodline, so the language was never taught to her as a child.

In a lapse of momentary weakness, Livie took her bloodied finger and suckled off the crimson liquid. Her hunger now abated.

Céleste warily approached Livie. She knelt and placed an unsteady hand on Livie’s shoulder. Livie glanced up at her; pupils reverted back to normal.

“What’d he say?”

“What?”

“What’d he say?” Livie repeated. “In Creole.”

Céleste gulped, evading the question. “We have to tell Mama.”

-

Nightfall with the pitter-patter of raindrops.

Above stood a two-story weatherboard home, where the cacophony of instruments and stomping trumpeted through the bayou.

Inside, a celebration was in full swing. Guest and family alike were all jigging on the first floor. A captivating eyeful of assorted shades of browns, greens, and reds while bourgeois finest adorned the walls.

The Ronette's “Be My Baby” sonorously played on vinyl. Cigarette smoke lingered around the home, casting a smoggy coloring over everyone.

In the blink of an eye, a drove of children galloped into the living room, one of them being Céleste, now in better spirits. The children shoehorned themselves through the rocking bodies. Céleste bumped into someone by mistake, droplets of their rum splattering on the hardwood.

“Damn it, bug! You and them kids stop rippin’ and runnin’ ‘round here.” Céleste mother, Colette, scolded; a cigarette dangling in the corner of her mouth. A unknown man, who Céleste couldnt quite recognize, continued to sway Colette’s hips with his big hands.

“Yes ma’am.”

“You been checkin’ on ya’ sister?”

“No, ma’am. Not since dinner.”

“Go on and do that. Don't forget to fetch her some water too, ya’ hear?”

“Okay.” Before Céleste could sprint off, Collette snapped her fingers. “Hey!” Céleste turned around. “Here,” she took a final, charred pull from the cigarette and handed it off to her. “Give this to her. It’ll calm them urges down.”

Céleste accepted the cigarette and beelined it towards the pristine kitchen. Once there, she leaned on her tiptoes to reach the cabinet. She snatched a whisky glass down and switched on the faucet; she let the water fill the glass to the brim before twisting the faucet off.

Céleste hummed and placed the glass on the countertop, meticulous about not spilling the water. She took a steep step backward, assessing her surroundings.

Suddenly, a surge of wind penetrated the unlatched window. Aggravated, Céleste yanked the bottom rail down, bolting the lock. The wind persisted.

In defiance of her mother, Céleste brought the filter tip of the cigarette to her lips. As she was about to inhale the addictive nicotine…

“Céleste Louviere!”

“Comin’, Mama!”

Céleste dropped the cigarette hurriedly and grabbed the whisky glass, oblivious of the tinge of scarlet floating at the bottom of the glass.

In the barn on the outskirts of the bayou, Collette had created a refuge for Livie until she mustered up a plan to bury this incident.

Considering it wouldn't have been the first time.

Livie had dozed off in a leftover heap of hay nearby. Collette already prepared her to be unlocatable for a few days, so she made herself at home.

After ten minutes of nonstop running through the bayou, Céleste barreled into the barn unannounced and breathless. The explosive interruption woke Livie out of her sleep with a start.

“I brought you some water. Mama said so. I can bring some more gumbo if ya’ want me to.” Céleste offered Livie the water, which she reluctantly accepted. The scarlet tinge submerged in the water was no longer.

“I’m not thirsty.”

“Just drink it, big head.”

Livie gulped every last drop and passed the now empty glass back to Céleste.

“Guess you were thirsty after all.” She quipped.

“Shut up. You ain’t the one that’s gotta hideout in this hot ass barn all day.” Livie mushed her sister playfully.

“Mama said it’ll only be a couple days in here. She gon’ figure everything out.”

“By sending me away to some crazy house.”

Céleste was taken aback by that crass statement. “She wouldn’t do that.”

Livie chuckled dryly at Céleste naivety.

“I yearn for flesh. Blood. I ain’t normal, ‘Les. After a while, I won’t be able to control my urges no more, and Mama can’t have you in the crossfire when it happens.”

Céleste suppressed her tears at that realization. She understood that Livie was right.

“Mama’s gonna get you some help.” Céleste walked over and sat beside Livie on the hay. “I promise.” Livie smiled and wrapped her arms around her. “I know.”

That surge of wind revisited the bayou, the drift nearly sweeping the girls back. Céleste squeezed her eyes closed as Livie forced her hand out to break the current but to no avail.

Then, it stopped.

Céleste cracked one eye open to gauge the severity of the aftermath. She finally opened both of her eyes and looked around.

Livie was missing.

“Livie? Sissy?” Céleste found her footing and faced the spot where Livie was sitting.

Céleste began to hysterically sob, yanking her curls in frustration. “Livie where are you?”

Vire dèyè, a voice demanded in an alluring undertone.

Céleste obliged and turned around. There it was: the little boy’s amputated finger from earlier.

She screamed bloody Mary and made a break for it, calling out for her mother.

-

In Livie’s inert mind, she was merely resting.

That was until she began to hear voices.

“What a pretty lil’ thing. Ya’ think she’ll dance for the joint?”

“We ain’t got no clue who this girl is or how she ended up in our shit.”

“And who said we gotta find out?”

“Should we get her up?”

A chuckle. “Yeah. Go get the bucket.”

In her realm of solitude, Livie felt a barrage of water splash onto her face. She gasped, crawling away from the water boarding.

Once she regained focus, she scrutinized her environment. She shuffled upright.

She wasn’t in the barn back home.

“Where the hell am I? Who are you?” Livie seized a bottle of Highland Whisky, aiming the base at the gentleman with the velvet fedora. The other gentleman, sporting a blue scalley cap, garnered Livie’s attention by sticking his hand up in mock surrender. “And you! What…”

She sized up the imposing men and it dawned on her.

“Are y’all twins?”

The velvet fedora gentleman flashed a megawatt smile, two of his front row teeth glinting with open face canine gold.

“Nah, we cousins.”

Livie’s vision distorted and went black. Her arms and legs stiffened as she toppled over. Out cold once again.

[bangtanintotheroom]

On the Nose (M)

I'ma put this pussy on your face

Open up boy, come and get a taste

🔊 just wanna - iggy azalea (spotify | soundcloud) 🔊

• Pairing: Dokyeom x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Humor, Smut, Friends to Lovers

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 2.5k

• Summary: Seokmin thinks his nose might be too big. You’re quick to give him reasons as to why he’s wrong.

• Warnings/themes: insecurity, reassurance, OC with the compliments 🥹, Seokmin getting carried away, face-sitting, oral (f. receiving), groping, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

• Notes: Look, all I'm going to say is that my thing for noses flares up whenever I look at DK and that was the inspo for this drabble. So sit and enjoy AJ's unhinged mind 🤪✨ thanks again to @wooahaeproductions for being an awesome beta! 💖

Reminder that I have a permanent taglist if you’re interested in all future fics I post!

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Is my nose too big?”

Your friend’s out of nowhere question made you pause your mobile game and look up in bewilderment. You found him standing in front of his dresser, head leaned in close to the mirror.

“What? No, it’s not.”

Seokmin hummed, the tone unconvinced.

“Are you sure? You can be honest with me, y’know.”

Frowning deeply, you set your phone down and rose from the bed to walk over and stand next to him.

“Seokmin, why would I lie? Your nose is fine. Did someone say something about it?”

“No…”

His trailing off did not deter you from digging deeper.

“Seokmin.”

Your biting tone and hard stare made him flinch, not wanting to feel your wrath.

“No one said anything, per se, but they were looking. Really hard.”

“Who?”

Seokmin’s reflection shrugged his broad shoulders.

“Multiple people. We’d be having a conversation and I’d just notice their eyes going to my nose at some point.”

His explanation gave you some clarity now, but were they really thinking negative thoughts about it? You couldn’t understand why the poor guy was so concerned about his nose all of a sudden. To you, it was one of his best features.

Yes, he had a blinding smile. Yes, you would kill to have his cheekbones. Yes, he was just a handsome guy in general.

But having a dignified and regal nose increased his looks by at least fifty percent (if you were being modest).

It just suited him so well that you couldn’t picture him with anything more basic or minuscule. Anything less pointy and upright would not fit Lee Seokmin.

“Seokmin, maybe they were looking because they like it.”

Your friend turned away from the mirror to study you with interest.

“You think so?”

You gazed up at him confidently.

“I know so.”

“But don’t people usually prefer smaller noses?”

A scoff left before you explained, “Fuck what beauty standards say, I think big noses are one of the best things anyone could have. Think about it. When people get plastic surgery, they can only go smaller, not bigger, right?”

”Right…”

“So it’s something that’s natural and only special people are blessed with! Like yourself!”

Your reassurance was paired with a tap to said special feature, pulling a bright grin from Seokmin.

“Y/N, you know just how to cheer me up, don’t you?”

“Of course, dummy. That’s what friends are for!”

The both of you giggled, the atmosphere lighter than before due to your affirmations. It felt good to ease his worries, but as you laughed, one last fact came to your brain.

It wasn’t as innocent as the previous ones, but it was a truth for you. One you had personal experience with on more than one occasion.

“Seokmin.”

“Hm?”

“You know what else big noses are really good for?”

Seokmin’s dark brown eyes watched you with curiosity and a hint of eagerness.

“What?”

You looked up at him, face blank like a sheet of paper.

“Sitting on.”

He became a cartoon character immediately, eyes bugging and mouth flying open to let out a yelp while his hands covered his ears.

“Y/N! What?!”

“Hey—” You reached up to rip his palms down so he could hear properly. “—it’s true!”

“Is it, you…you…pervert? Or are you just making things up to make me feel better?!”

A scowl came across your face as you lightly punched his arm.

“I’m serious, idiot! Have you never heard of a girl using someone’s nose to get off?”

“No! Well, I mean, maybe, but I wasn’t paying attention if anyone did say that.”

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms and readied yourself to continue convincing him.

“It’s true, okay?”

Seokmin blinked before squinting his eyes.

“And who’s your source?”

You met him with nothing but passiveness.

“Me, myself and I.”

All he could do was gape at you like a fish, stunned that you were revealing such an intimate secret about yourself.

Now, you were used to Seokmin’s dramatic reactions to mundane or extreme situations, but he usually did it out of fun. Yet something about the way his eyes darted all over your face told you that it was genuine astonishment he gave.

Which led to you challenging, “What, you’ve never had anyone sit on your face before?”

“No!”

Huh. Shocker.

“Really?”

His frantic nod only made your brows raise in wonder. It was a shame that this man had never been privy to the act. God strategically placed his nose at such an angle to reach crevices deep within women and it was being wasted for everything else but that.

An idea began brewing in you, wanting to convince him that he was missing out on something fun.

Licking your lips, you cocked your head to the side and let your suggestion out.

“Wanna try?”

Seokmin became too stunned to speak. All he could do was sputter at your offer.

“I— Y/N, you—!”

“Seokmin, I’m serious. It’s an experience.”

The way you grinned slyly was akin to suggesting your friend cut class with you, not let you use his face as a grinding pad.

“How am I going to convince you if you won’t let me sit on your face?”

Seokmin’s ajar mouth finally shut, jaw clenched as he looked you over from head to toe, gauging the seriousness of your offer. He saw little deceit and seemed to relax a bit.

“Y/N…would you really do that?”

You nodded.

“If it’ll make you feel better about your nose, absolutely. You’re welcome to say no if you don’t want to, though.”

The other pulled in his lower lip as he mulled over his answer. You were middle of the road right now. If he said no, you would take no offense and carry on like nothing happened. But if he said yes…

“Then…let’s try it.”

Oh. Neat!

Smiling in triumph, you held your arm out towards the bed.

“Go get comfortable.”

Seokmin’s lips quirked lightly at your instructions, walking over to lie on his back in the middle of the mattress. His head lifted to peer at you with query.

“Is this a good position?”

“Perfect. You’re a beginner, so it’s best if you stay completely flat.”

Humming at your reasoning, his eyes widened when your hands reached for your bottoms, undoing them as if you were undressing at the end of a long day. You saw him visibly swallow when your pants pooled around your ankles. But then he clutched the sheets when your fingers crept under the elastic of your panties, sliding them down your legs.

Seokmin tried his best to look less petrified as you looked up after stepping out of your clothes and walked over. Climbing onto the bed, you kneeled next to his torso, raising a brow down at him.

“Ready for me?”

An audible gulp came from your friend before he nodded quickly. With a sigh, you eased, “I’m not gonna suffocate you. Relax.”

The reminder seemed to lessen his nerves as he laid back again, giving you a jerk of his chin. The invitation prompted you to straddle his chest and keep an eye on his facial expression, only to catch him staring between your legs.

“What?”

Seokmin’s cheeks reddened before he shook his head quickly. “N-Nothing. So how does this go?”

“Literally just eat me out like you would with any other girl. But throw your nose into the mix.”

“Like, nudge you with it?”

“Mhm. Just follow your instincts, there’s not much wrong you can do with it.”

The man underneath you nodded before taking in a deep breath. As soon as he motioned you to scoot up with his eyes, you moved forward to hover over his lips. Trusting your core to keep you balanced, you let out your own held breath.

“Ready whenever you are.”

Seokmin gave a thumbs up, waiting until you lowered down so your folds were a whisper away from his mouth. He leaned up to brush his lips against them, the light touch making your spine straighten. It felt as if he was testing the waters, wanting to see just how sensitive you were. But he didn’t wait long to up the pressure, pulling the quietest of gasps out.

“Better?”

You would’ve giggled at the way his voice came out somewhat muffled if it wasn’t for the warmth starting to build in your gut.

“Yeah. Just do what you usually do, ‘Min.”

“Let me know if I have to switch it up.”

He returned to work, bringing his tongue into the mix to trace up and down. A louder noise came from your mouth at the thorough sensation, eyes fluttering. The question of whether Lee Seokmin was good at oral never crossed your mind, but now the answer was going to remain cemented in there.

Especially when the appendage sunk in between to run up and down your entrance.

“Oh shit—”

You were too distracted to see Seokmin’s eyes crinkle at your low moan, continuing the action to be rewarded with more. But after a while of this, you remembered the main reason why this was even happening in the first place. Swallowing a sound, you croaked out, “Seokmin.”

“Mm?”

“Your nose—”

The reminder had him make what you imagined was a noise of realization. And just like you wanted, the end of something soft yet sharp nudged your swollen clit.

“Ah— There you go.”

You gave encouragement, hoping it would push your friend to use his God-given gift to the fullest. It took some time, but Seokmin nuzzled the bud harder while simultaneously working his tongue below. Your warmth expanded into a tingling heat that traveled up and down your spine and into your fingers and toes, soft pants beginning to fall from your agape mouth.

You weren’t sure how long he had been at it, but you began to feel the telltale signs of a climax approaching. Not wanting to throw him off his game, you bit your tongue and allowed yourself to continue enjoying this experience of Seokmin learning the benefits of having a perfectly sculpted nose.

As the throes of ecstasy began to wash over your body, you hoped that he would carry this lesson through the rest of his life to treat any lucky girl.

Panting softly as you came down, the attention between your legs paused for a bit. But just as you were about to climb off and congratulate your friend for a job well done, the motions started up again, forcing you to gasp in sensitivity.

“’Min, what are you—”

A harsh bump to your still throbbing clit interrupted your query and a poke to your twitching cunt silenced you completely. All you could do was sit above Seokmin in utter shock as he continued to please you with his mouth.

Your complete surprise melted the further he went, brain shutting down to simply enjoy what he was giving you. At one point, you felt vibrations and started to hear something akin to mumbling from between your legs.

“Huh?”

The vibrations went on, but you still couldn’t make out what was being said.

“Seokmin, I can’t hear you, stop for a second.”

What might have been a groan sounded against your slick folds before Seokmin pulled back to husk out, “Sit on my tongue.”

Your mouth dropped, stunned at the request and the way he stuck out said muscle between his slick-coated lips.

But your hips went on autopilot and moved forward to grant him his wish. As soon as you sat down, the desire to use his tongue as a grinding pad came over. It seemed to be a wise choice as you could feel the strongest vibration so far against your pussy.

Seokmin surprised you again when one of his hands moved from the bed to rest on your waist before sliding over and up your torso. It seemed to be on autopilot as it aimed to touch your covered breast, only stopping short just as his fingertips were about to brush the bottom curve. Clicking your tongue at his unwanted hesitation, you covered his palm with your own and brought it to its intended destination.

“Don’t hold back.”

As soon as you let go, Seokmin took your command and ran to the bank with it. Long fingers groped and massaged at the mound, making your back arch in enjoyment. Enjoyment that pushed you higher and higher to another precipice, faster than before. While you trembled above your friend, you couldn’t believe that he kept this up. You figured that once would be enough to prove your point, but he just would not stop.

He continued even after you came for the second time, giving everything he had. You could feel yourself hurtling towards a third orgasm as Seokmin wouldn’t let you be. But when the tip of his nose felt too pointy and the flat of his tongue too rough for your sensitive folds, you decided to put an end to the experience.

“S-Stop—“

Pointless. He just kept going.

Stifling a whimper of discomfort, you were forced to reach down and pull at his dark brown locks.

“Christ, Seokmin, stop!”

Finally, your prayers were heard. Seokmin winced at your tug and removed his mouth from you to gape incredulously.

“Yah, why’d you stop me?”

You ignored the unusually titillating rasp of his voice to scowl down.

“I think you proved my point…too many times!”

Your emphasis was supported with a flick to his wet nose.

“You trying to kill me?!”

“No! I just got caught up in the moment! I’m sorry.”

The genuine remorse in his explanation made you relax a bit, soothing his scalp with a gentle ruffle of his hair.

“It’s alright, ‘Min. You did good…too good.”

As expected, Seokmin’s smile outshone the sun itself, thanks to your praise.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

Returning the grin, you realized that you should give your friend some breathing room and climbed off to lay next to him, a tingle still present in your toes.

“So what have we learned today?”

Seokmin puckered his lips as he looked up in thought.

“I learned that my nose is big, but there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Uh huh.”

“Um…that I can use it when I’m eating someone out.”

Your lips tilted.

“Go on.”

A melodic hum came as he continued to rack his brain.

“Mm…oh! How could I forget the most important one?”

You watched as his head turned to fixate you with a sweet grin.

“If I’m ever feeling insecure about anything, I can come to you for help.”

His answer made you smile wide, heart warming at how at ease he seemed to be now. Granted, you never expected to sit on his face, but if it made him feel better, you’d do it a hundred times over.

“Anything for you, ‘Min.”

©bangtanintotheroom, 2024. Crossposted to AO3. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.

[belovedgyu]

teaser - normal people || kim mingyu

⚬ pairing: architect! kim mingyu x fem! reader (she's a med student) ⚬ word count: 1k (this is just a teaser) ⚬ warnings: alcohol, drinking, spice/nsfw mentions and smut, mentions of revenge porn and other mature themes MDNI ⚬ genres: slowburn, angst, HEAVY MUTUAL PINING, friends with benefits/no strings attached, hurt/comfort, autumn in nyc, corporate!au ft. Joshua, Vernon, Lisa and a few OCs.

a/n: tentative release date: early/mid July let me know if you'd want to be added to the taglist.

playlist for this teaser: illicit affairs by taylor swift cinnamon girl by lana del rey love in the dark by adele

The first thing Mingyu notices after waking up is the silence—not the type that emerges from wordlessness, but one which falls down on his chest, choking out any sound he wants to make.

Its like someone has stuffed sand in his throat.

Even while he’s half asleep, he doesn’t wanna do something that might stir the girl lying on his pillow, a curtain of midnight strands sprawled over half her face and shoulders.

You. 

Your small hand is outstretched, too far from your own chest, too close to his but not touching. Like you wanted to reach out for him sometime during the early hours before daybreak, but even in your sleep, you knew not to. 

Mingyu wonders if you had any sleep last night, not that he was hyper aware of the winces you made whenever your hips moved even a little on the bed. Or the way that your other hand was lying idle over your pelvis, as if it had gone tired soothing the area. 

He took all the precautions, not just sexual but once that could shield you both emotionally, last night. Then why is his heart clawing at his ribs every time your chest rises with a breath deeper than the one before?

In theory, he should be smug…maybe even pat himself on the back. This was you whom he had successfully bedded.

You, who would make strangers stumble on their words each time you smiled that soft, disarming, guarded smile of yours. You, whom half of his friends were already knee deep in love with. The untouchable, and untouched y/n. 

But no such cheap pride flutters within him. 

Mingyu might be a player, a flirt, someone who loves attention which comes without any strings attached. But he’s not cruel.

No matter how much people try to box him in the same category as those fuckboys, he can never think of any girl being a milestone to achieve or a mere name added to his list. 

And this was you, afterall. 

He debates if he should wake you up to ask if you have work today, it's almost ten already. But then he decides to mind his own business.

Flunging his legs off the bed, he fluffs the duvet around your periphery, not daring to touch or disturb you in any way.

He fishes for the shirt he wore last night from the tangled heap of fabric on the floor, not for himself but for you.

Then, he places it carefully next to your ripped dress on the bed, as if offering you to put it on if the tear on the hem of your dress was too bothersome. 

An invisible cloud of citrus and fresh shower follows as he pads out to his kitchen—grey sweatpants riding loose on hips and wet hair flopped over his head, almost getting in his eyes. The scratches on his back, courtesy to you, sting a little when he stretches in front of the open cabinets to grab two ceramic mugs. 

He pulls out the remaining two eggs from his refrigerator, thinking how would you like them. He rakes his head for a memory of any of your several hangouts with him which should give him the answer to the dilemma of making it scrambled or boiled.

So far, nothing turns up. 

Sure, he knows what cuisine is Lisa’s favorite, what mushrooms cause Joshua to flare up, what brands of instant ramen Vernon places superior to Buldak. But he has no idea about you. 

Not because he doesn’t listen to you even when he’s pretending not to. But because of your casual guardedness.

You give what you want to give, never succumbing to peer pressure of the group hangouts where it's a competition to see who says the most interesting thing. 

“What are you even doing? Remember, this is casual, right?” A voice in his head, which sounds suspiciously like you, but more mature…like a ghost of you from decades ahead, travelled past in time to whisper that in his ear. 

The haunted rebuke jerks him out of this daze. The scent of you from last night invades his senses. 

He slams the refrigerator door and flinches at his own reflection. There it is, that ghost of you. Not in your shape or physicality. But in the lovebites blooming on his chest where you had buried your teeth over and over. On the trails of dug and drawn out nails that start from his back and end on the broad expanse of his shoulders from when you had tried to cling on to him as he drove in and out of you. 

God, he thinks, it seems like someone plucked the now twenty six year old Kim Mingyu out of his current timeline and chucked him to a random Saturday morning at his frat during college days. 

He should put on a shirt before you arise.

With that thought, he creeps back into his bedroom, carefully enough to not cause any commotion. 

But you are already stirring up—rubbing your closed eyes with one curled palm while the other latches on to the bunched up sheet on your chest. Even unguarded, you do not fail to knock all the air out of his system with your beauty.

Something in his gait shifts.

He seems taller now, his demeanor more lousy—a stark contrast to the caution with which he had entered. 

Its like a switch flipped within him.

He hides his strange nervousness around you under curtains of fake indifference.

“Sleeping beauty’s finally up, I see.” he can’t help but mumble with all the nonchalance in the world. 

But it isn’t enough to veil how unnecessarily hard he is gripping the door of his closet. Or how his fingers tremble when they grab the first shirt they can feel. 

“Morning…” you almost whisper and it takes everything in him not to whip around and check if there’s anything lingering on your face which could indicate regret.

“I hope I didn’t snore.” your voice sounds clearer now and it makes the ache in his chest dissolve with the next exhale. 

Good, at least you’re still talking to him. 

His smile is lopsided when he’s done unnecessarily smoothing out the fabric on his abs. “I would have thrown you out if you did.” 

He instantly regrets saying that.

You don’t look too hurt, your face doesn't fall, but you laugh like you’re unsure about how to respond. For some reason, he doesn't like that he confused you, even with a joke.

For a moment, he considers ridding you of any possible future confusions about last night by leaning down and kissing your forehead. By telling you just how much last night meant for him and he doesn't want you to think it's casual.

But Kim Mingyu hasn't done the "not casual" in a long, long time. And the last thing he wants you to be is an experiment, a trial, a guinea pig.

Besides, didn't you tell him that you didn't want this to mean anything? That you just wanted to borrow one of his nights?

Then why is he even thinking about overwhelming you by complicating this?

You wouldn't even believe him if he told you the truth, though.

He pretends to not even see you when you're around, never responds to your jokes, never asks for your opinions. He shuts up about his problems the moment you walk in the same rooms as him.

You'd think its because he doesn't want to share his life with you. He knows that its because he doesn't want you to see the ugly parts.

So he chooses to focus on pretending to be enamored by something else, again. This time, the clasp of his watch.

"I...uh, I gotta go, work thing."

There is no work thing.

You nod, tucking your hair behind your ear, not even a sliver of dejection on your face.

"Do you want me to call you a cab?" He offers, then quickly adds, "You can stay as long as you want. There's some food in the fridge."

You smile at him, the soft, honest one which brought him here in the first place. "I need to do some studying."

"Yeah, right." He nods, grabbing his car keys from the dresser beside you. This is the closest he has been to you since the morning.

You turn around, watching his every moment. Not curious, not nervous. Just there. Like you had been there several times. But you hadn't.

"Mingyu," you mutter, "...thanks for last night."

"Anytime." He smirks, allowing his hand to ruffle your hair.

On his way out, he switches off the kettle simmering next to the two ceramic mugs he had pulled out earlier. Dumping the tea bags...your favorite earl grey that you ordered at every brunch, he pretends not to listen to his heart thudding in his ears.

let me know if you'd like to be added in the taglist for when this gets published <3 meanwhile, you can check out my previous work, "Fashion Show" here. or, you can take a look at the moodboard for this fic here.