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preciouspeterbparker · 4 years ago

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i wish i were

inspired by conan gray’s “heather”

warnings: stepsibling incest (not yet but that’s the whole premise), underage masturbation, underage sex, angst. peter’s like 16 and a half, Tony’s almost 18

word count: 2.2k

summary: peter’s in love with his big brother. no biggie. (spoiler alert: it’s a big deal)

(A/N: okay this has been living in my head rent free for over a month. i've written more, but it's not fully fleshed out yet.

i figured i would post this and see if anyone is interested in reading it before i put a bunch more effort in lmao. this is filth. most of the angst comes later lololol (and more filth).

i hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think / if you'd like to read more!

- bloo)

PART ONE

Peter stands at his locker, desperately trying to blend in and remain unseen as he switches out his English textbook for Physics. The school year is basically over, given that it’s the last week of May but he’s still not comfortable in the junior-senior hallway. He’s always been the youngest (and therefore smallest) kid in most of his classes, given that he’s been in the ‘gifted & talented’ track since middle school. (He’s on track to graduate next year, taking his last few mandatory classes and completing an internship for additional credit.) This year, Peter feels even smaller than usual; maybe because most of the seniors are already eighteen, while as a sophomore, he isn’t even seventeen. He doesn’t have many friends this year, because of it. Ned moved away last summer because his dad got a new job, and, well, he’d never really needed more than Ned before.

“Hey Pete-squeak,” comes a voice from behind, making him jump. Rolling his eyes, Peter pivots slightly to face the newcomer. The infestation of butterflies that he's been harboring for the past few months begins to flutter immediately, tickling the walls of his stomach as his cheeks flush lightly.

The voice belongs to a tall (or, well, taller than Peter, anyway), ridiculously handsome boy with dark hair and dark eyes, walking towards Peter with his hands in his pockets. The cheeky smirk on his face is all but permanent, but the small, genuine smile it slips into is something that Peter holds close to his chest, something that is typically reserved for him.

Tony, his older brother, is pretty much Peter's favorite person in the world. Technically, he’s Peter’s step brother. Maria, his mom, and Peter’s dad Richard got married when Peter was a year old and Tony was almost three. They’d essentially spent their whole lives together; neither of them could really remember anything before. They’ve always been close, but that’s changed a little bit this year.

“Hey Tony,” Peter chirps, reaching back into his locker to grab his physics binder. He tries to act natural, even though he feels anything but. His heart’s going a mile a minute inside his rib cage. He feels a little ridiculous, he has for the past few months. Swallowing, he manages to sound relatively calm. “You read the last 2 chapters of Beowulf, right? Mrs. Herrera gave us a pop quiz last period.”

The older teen groans. Closing his eyes, he throws his head back, a metallic thunk sounding as it collides with the locker he’s leaning back on. “Fucking hell. The final paper is due in like four fucking days! Is that not enough?” It’s quiet for a moment as Tony pauses before he opens one eye, cutting it to look at Peter. “What were the answers?”

Peter snorts in response, shutting his locker. “Not happening, T.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the time and lets the left side of his body rest against the cool metal. Three minutes til the bell rings, and Mr. Riley’s class is right across the hall. So he’s essentially got three minutes to indulge himself and the fuzzy warmth that’s running through his veins. He loves any time he gets to spend with Tony. “You’re lucky I told you at all, be grateful.”

Tony wrinkles his nose at him. “Rude,” he scoffs in mock offense. “I know you can remember them,” comes his teasing accusation. (And he’s right. Peter can recall the entirety of the quiz, but he’s still not going to enable Tony.) Then he pauses and raises an eyebrow at his younger brother. “Is that my sweatshirt?” The garment in question is a worn and slightly faded black Led Zeppelin USA 1977 crewneck sweatshirt. Peter’s wearing it over a charcoal and white check button-up. The sweatshirt is one of Tony’s favorite pieces of clothing, he wears it all the time (hence why Peter...borrowed it...without asking).

Having mentally prepared himself to be questioned at some point, Peter’s reply is already on the tip of his tongue. “Yeah, it ended up in my laundry and once I put it on it was too cozy to take off. And it looks good with these jeans and the button-up. And my boots. Trying out a new look,” he finishes, smiling as he pushes his glasses further up his nose. Tony often teased him about the thick, clear-but-slightly-pink frames, but Peter hadn’t wanted glasses at all (he doesn’t need any more reasons to be teased, thank you), but he likes these. They make him look cute, more feminine. More like someone Tony could want.

“You’re right,” Tony smiles. One of his hands comes up to playfully ruffle at Peter’s russet hair. “Looks great on you, kid.” There’s warm affection in his voice.

Peter feels his cheeks go hot again, and he wills the flush to go away. He can’t take compliments from Tony, now- they make him ache and preen simultaneously. He knows that Tony doesn’t mean it the way he wants. Peter knows that Tony would never speak to him again if he knew what was really going on inside his little brother’s head. The thought makes him sick to his stomach.

Speaking of stomachs. “Hey,” he starts as he fingers through the papers in his physics binder, attempting to find the problem set that’s due today. “Did you ever catch up on Hell’s Kitchen? I’ve been rewatching episodes trying to wait for you, but you’re taking too long. You saw the episode where Gordon-” Peter’s heart falls to his stomach and he abruptly stops speaking when he looks up to notice that Tony isn’t looking at him anymore, barely seems to be listening.

It falls completely out of his ass when he sees just what, just who, has stolen his attention.

“Sorry, Pete, gotta go,” Tony mutters once he realizes that Peter’s stopped talking, shooting him a hasty smile and shoving off the navy metal. He skirts past Peter, a slight skip in his step as he makes his way down the hallway.

Peter's swallows and clenches his jaw as he watches his brother walk straight to her, the bane of his existence. The reason he and Tony don’t spend as much time together anymore. The object of Tony’s affections. Pepper. She's...everything Peter wishes he could be, honestly. Tall, somehow a perfect mix of skinny & curvy, bright blue eyes, long strawberry-blonde hair. She's perfect. And not only in looks; she's also ridiculously smart. If Tony wasn’t valedictorian, she surely would be. She even volunteers at the local soup kitchen every weekend, and Peter’s pretty sure she reads to dogs at the animal shelter once a month. He hates that Pepper is so nice; he hates that he can't hate her without hating himself for it.

As if he didn't have enough self-loathing already.

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Peter exits the bathroom that connects his bedroom with Tony’s after gently flicking the lock on his brother’s door to disengage it, the soft ‘snick’ ridiculously loud in the quiet of the house. He’s the only one home; Mom and Dad are at some sort of event for Dad’s law firm, and Tony went to a party at Rhodey’s house. (Tony had insisted that Peter was invited, but he had to know that the younger would never go- why would he want to be surrounded by drunk, horny, belligerent teenagers? The last thing he wanted to see was Tony and- )

There’s a dark gray towel loosely wrapped around his waist, so loose he has to clutch it in his hand to keep it from falling. He closes his own bathroom door behind him and drops the towel, digging through his underwear drawer to pull out a random pair of plaid boxers.

After sliding them on, the brunette takes a deep breath and lays back against the pillows, arms behind his head. He tries to consciously relax his muscles, the tension of the day not having melted away during his shower like he had hoped. Time for Plan B. It’s never let him down before. Peter reaches for his phone and unlocks it before swiping through his apps to open Spotify. The sound of “Dazed and Confused” fills the air through his speakers, and he sets it to repeat on a loop. It’s a little fucked up, the way he’s conditioned himself to respond to this song, but- Peter knows the whole thing is fucked up; he’s fucked up.

Closing his eyes, he does the only thing he’s been capable of for months: he thinks of his older brother.

He’s growing fond of the new facial hair Tony’s trying out; he wonders how it would feel against his skin. Which areas would be the most sensitive to its touch? His thighs? His neck? Peter’s head tilts back and to the side as he imagines wet, warm lips and the scratch of stubble. Just the thought, the phantom sensation, makes a soft mewl leave his mouth. It’s a little ridiculous how easy he can get himself going, when he thinks of Tony’s touch, of his body. Of his love. In his boxers, his cock shifts against his thigh as it begins to fill out.

The sensual, plucky bassline and wailing guitars of the song drag along, and so does Peter’s breathing as he brings a hand up to pinch at one of his nipples. He imagines the way Tony would tease him until he was whining, begging for release. He supposes it wouldn’t be dissimilar to his older brother’s typical manner of playfully taunting him. Maybe Tony would pin him down like he did when they were younger, climb on top of him and hold him there with the muscles he’s gained from boxing in the garage. The opportunities he’s had to see the older teen breathing heavy, shirtless and glistening with sweat, would be forever ingrained in his mind. The mental image sends more blood rushing south and his dick throbs as it quickly reaches full hardness, drawing a gasp from his mouth.

Peter takes himself in hand, studying the details of his cock. He knows he’s not huge, but he’s at least on the larger side of average. It’s flushed a deep, mauve-y pink, and he traces the line of a vein on the side with the tip of his pinkie. A shiver shoots down his spine. He wonders how similar it is to Tony’s. Is he circumcised like Peter is? Is he bigger? Longer, thicker even? Sure, he’s seen him naked before, when they were younger changing or in the bath, but that stopped around the time Tony was seven or eight.

(Tony and Peter had come home from school one day, and Peter’s head had been reeling over what he heard some older girls saying on the bus. He’d decided to ask Tony about it. His big brother knew everything. ...Mom & Dad caught them kissing in their bedroom. That was the end of bathing together, and Tony got his own room, too. Peter never forgot about the way his big brother’s lips felt against his own.)

A bead of precum oozes out of his tip and Peter rubs his thumb over it, smearing the liquid over his cockhead. Robert Plant’s voice moans over the speaker and Peter echoes the sound as he slowly strokes himself with a loose grip, his hole tightening around nothing. Biting his lip, he hesitates before slipping his left pointer finger into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it sloppily. Once it’s wet, he reaches down and gently presses the pad of his finger against the tightly furled muscle between his cheeks. His breath hitches as the sensation; he’s only touched himself down here a couple of times before.

The tip of his finger begins to breach his opening and a whine leaves Peter’s mouth. It stings a bit so he tries to relax, muscles fluttering, making a mental note to grab some lube next time he goes to the drugstore. He wants to be able to stretch himself out more, to imagine Tony’s fingers, Tony’s cock, splitting him open and stuffing him full. Fuck-

Tightening his grip on the base of his cock, Peter grits his teeth and grunts softly as he pulls his finger from his ass. He can’t cum yet- he’s not done. He reaches under his pillow, pulling out the balled-up t-shirt that’s taken up residence there. The black fabric has faded in some spots, and the Black Sabbath logo is cracked and worn; it’s one of Tony’s favorite shirts. Peter brings the soft cloth up to his nose, fumbling with it to find the area with the strongest smell. There are hints of Tony’s Old Spice deodorant mixed with a scent that’s distinctly Tony, a warm, masculine musk that has saliva pooling in Peter’s mouth. Delirious, fucking his hand to the beat, he wishes he had dug a little further in the hamper, pulled out a pair of Tony’s briefs.

That’s the thought that does him in. Peter cums into his fist, gasping his brother’s name, the sound getting muddled in the maelstrom of guitar and drums. Thick ropes of jizz splatter on his stomach and chest, entire abdomen heaving with his breaths.

He wipes the mess up with Tony’s t-shirt before tucking the fabric back under his pillow for safe keeping.

to be continued???

#starker #starkercest #peter parker x tony stark #peter x tony #bloo writes bad things (tm)

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Ungodly Hour, Chapter One (Jaida x Nicky) - Scarlet Bloo

a/n: Hi! I started this fic back when the fic challenge was announced and here it finally is, (2?) months later, 3 days from the deadline. It’s been a ride, but I’ve finally gotten it to a place where I’m happy with it, and while not every chapter will posted during the challenge I’ve at least managed to get one in!

summary: Nicky is crushing hard on a bubbly soccer playing sorority sister. It’s unusual for her to ever be into anyone like this, and all she wants is to be on her radar. Popular girl Jaida is captain of the basketball team, and while she’s usually smart, French just isn’t her forte. Lucky for her, Nicky is a native speaker, so she makes it her mission to get her as her tutor.

Challenge notes:

A large amount of the story is told from Jaida’s point of view.

Close friends of the main characters: Widow, Heidi and Akeria (who will become more prominent characters in future chapters.)

The title is a song by Chloe and Halle Bailey.

Nicky snuck a look in Jan Sport’s direction, her heart tingling as she absorbed her beauty. She sighed, knowing the preppy, popular sorority girl had absolutely no idea she even existed. It was laughable that she ever entertained the idea of a relationship with her, even if it was only in the late hours of the night, a fantasy to procrastinate her studies with. But with her long blonde hair, muscular arms and smiling eyes, how couldn’t Nicky be so intrigued by her? This was a new feeling. Nicky hardly ever found herself interested in anyone, let alone a woman. It was surreal to her, but it somehow felt right.

She cast her eyes away from Jan and tried to focus on the Professor at the front of the lecture hall. Unsurprisingly, it was nothing of value to Nicky. Miss Coulee was voicing her disappointment with the class after 70% of the class had gotten less than a C in the last exam. Nicky rolled her eyes, looking down at the big red “A!” circled on her own paper. Despite this achievement, she was regretting her decision to take French. Sure, it being her first language definitely made the classes easier, but left her so unsatisfied with how little she had to push herself to pass.

“Of course you got an A”, Gigi whispered to Nicky.

She had a defeated look on her face and Nicky felt a pang of sympathy for the girl. Gigi and Nicky weren’t close, but seeing as they’d been sitting next to each other every French lecture since September, they’d gotten to know a fair bit about each other. Like Nicky, Gigi was a fashion major but was taking French so she could “make it big in Paris one day” and Nicky knew academics wasn’t her strong suit.

“Yeah well,” Nicky smiled sweetly, “French is my language, fashion is yours.”

Gigi seemed content with that answer and nodded satisfactorily as Coulee dismissed the class and all that could be heard was the snapping shut of laptops and notebooks and friendly chatter.

Jan lingered by the door giggling with her friends and Nicky’s gaze locked in on her like a missile. She was beautiful, and she could help but trace each curve of her body with her eyes. She felt her hands go clammy as she found herself lost in her animated expressions. Jan was different to Nicky’s image of a popular girl, she didn’t strut around campus like she owned the place or go through millions of relationships. She radiated positive energy and it just made Nicky all the more eager to get to know her. She wasn’t usually this into people, but Jan Sport had turned her into a pile of mush.

“You’re staring again.” Gigi’s teasing voice brought a blush to Nicky’s cheeks. She had caught her staring at Jan in awe on multiple occasions and was one of the very few people she’d actually admitted the crush to. The only other person who she’d told was her roommate and best friend, Widow. But her other friends? Definitely not. They were all art majors, and while Jan was taking music, it wasn’t really the same thing. Nicky guessed it made them the artsy crowd, and therefore substantially less popular. With the exception of Gigi and Widow, who had been in an on and off relationship with a soccer player since freshman year, Nicky’s friends spent lunch breaks talking as much shit as they could about Charles College’s elite. And it was somewhat justified. Most of the popular kids were complete pieces of shit.

Case in point - Jaida Essence Hall, Charles College’s star athlete. The girl walked around like she owned the place, and Nicky guessed she kind of did. At the snap of a finger someone would appear at her side, eager to grant any and every wish. Or jump into her lap. Or stick their tongue down her throat. She didn’t look as confident as usual right then though, sitting fists curled around the edge of her paper in the lecture hall. Everyone else, including Coulee, had left, but Jaida remained in her seat. She must have failed the test too, but Nicky didn’t feel much sympathy for the girl. Charles college was best known for its Basketball, with its best players usually ending up in the pros, and during their years at Charles, they’d get handed everything on a silver platter. Maybe it was unfair, and a tiny bit vindictive, but Nicky got a sense of triumph from knowing that Coulee was failing the captain of the women’s basketball team along with everyone else.

“Wanna grab something to eat?” Gigi asked as she gathered her books.

“Can’t, I have to finish up all of last week’s design work.” Nicky got up, but didn’t follow her to the door, “Go on ahead. I need to check the schedule before I go, I can’t remember when my next tutorial is.”

“Okay,” Gigi said, “I’ll see you later!”

“Later!” Nicky called after her.

At the sound of her voice, Jan paused in the doorway and turned her head. It was impossible to stop the flush that rose in Nicky’s cheeks. This was the first time they’d ever made eye contact, and she didn’t know how to respond. In the end, she settled for a small nod of greeting. There. Cool, casual yet wouldn’t come off as rude. Her heart skipped a beat when the corner of Jan’s mouth lifted into a faint grin. She waved in response, and then she was gone. Nicky stared at the empty doorway. Her pulse exploded in a gallop. After six weeks of breathing in the same air in the stuffy lecture hall, Jan Sport had finally noticed her. She wished she was brave enough to go after her. Maybe ask her to grab a coffee. Or dinner. Or brunch - hell, is brunch even a big thing in America? But her feet stayed glued in place because she was a total coward. She was terrified she’d say no, but even more terrified she’d say yes.

Nicky was in a good place when she started college. Her issues solidly behind her, her guard lowered. She was ready to date again, and she did. She dated several guys, but other than her ex, Kayla, none of them had been female, and none of them had made her body tingle the way Jan Sport did, and that freaked her out.

Baby steps. That was her therapist’s favourite piece of advice, and she couldn’t deny that the strategy had helped her a lot. Focus on the small victories, Sasha had always advised. So, today’s victory, she nodded at Jan and she waved at her. Next class, maybe she’d wave back. And the one after that, maybe she’d bring up the coffee, dinner or brunch idea. She took a breath as she headed down the aisle, clinging to that feeling of victory, however miniscule it may be.

Jaida had failed. She’d fucking failed. For the last 15 years before she’d joined Charles College, they had handed out A’s like tic tacs. But the year she decided to take a French class? She had gotten stuck with Shea Coulee. It was official. This woman was her archenemy. Just the sight of her flowery handwriting—which filled up every inch of available space in the margins of Jaida’s midterm—made her want to scream, rip up the page, and leave education indefinitely. Jaida had been passing all her other classes, but this (almost ironic) F in French was completely bringing her average down. Normally, she had no problem keeping her G.P.A up. Despite what she knew a lot of Charle’s population believed, she wasn’t dumb. And the worst thing about Charles? Their dean demanded excellence—academically and athletically. While other schools were lenient toward athletes, Charles has a zero-tolerance policy. When she spoke to Coulee before class, she’d bluntly told her that unless she was going to find her own private tutor, she’d have no choice but to turn up to extra tutorials which overlapped with basketball practice. It really was a lose-lose situation.

Jaida’s frustration manifested itself in the form of an audible groan, and from the corner of her eye, she saw someone jerk in surprise. Jaida jumped too, because here she thought she was wallowing in her misery alone. However, the girl from the back row had stuck around and was headed towards Coulee’s desk. Staci? Selena? Jaida couldn’t remember her name, probably because she’d never thought to ask for it before. She was pretty, though. A lot prettier than Jaida had ever realised. Perfect features, dark hair, a petite hourglass figure. How had she never noticed her before now? Her skinny jeans clung to a round, perky ass and her round breasts peaked slightly out of her v neck.

“Everything okay?” the girl asked with a pointed look. Jaida murmured a reply under her breath. She really wasn’t in the mood to talk right then.

The girl raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow in Jaida’s direction, “Sorry, was that english?”

Jaida balled up her paper and scraped her chair back, “I said everythings fine.”

“Okay, then,” The girl shrugged and continued down the steps. As she picked up the clipboard that contained the tutorial schedule, Jaida flung on her jacked, then shoved her pathetic midterm into her backpack and zipped it up. The dark-haired girl headed back to the aisle. Sophie? Sabrina? The S sounded right, but the rest was a mystery. She had her midterm in hand, but Jaida didn’t sneak a peek because she assumed she failed just like everyone else.

Jaida let her pass before she stepped into the aisle. She followed her up to the exit, suddenly realizing how tiny she was compared to herself—she was one step below her yet could see the top of her head. Just as they reached the door, the girl stumbled on absolutely nothing and the books in her hand clattered to the floor.

“Shit. I’m such a klutz.”

She dropped to her knees and so did Jaida, because contrary popular belief, she wasn’t heartless, and the polite thing to do was help her gather her books.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’m fine,” she insisted.

But Jaida’s hand had already connected with her midterm, and her jaw dropped when she saw her grade.

“Fucking hell. You aced it?” Jaida demanded.

The girl gave a sweet smile. “Well, I am French. I thought you’d have been able to tell from the accent.”

“Holy shit.” Jaida felt like she’d just bumped into Coco fuckin’ Chanel and she was dangling the secrets to her universe under her nose. “Can I read your answers?”

Her brows quirked up again. “That’s rather forward of you, don’t you think? We don’t even know each other.”

Jaida rolled her eyes. “I’m not asking you to take your clothes off, baby. I just want to peek at your midterm.”

“Baby? Goodbye forward, hello presumptuous.”

“Would you prefer miss? Ma’am maybe? I’d use your name but I don’t know it.”

“Of course you don’t.” She sighed. “It’s Nicolette. Nicky for short.” Then she paused meaningfully. “Jaida.”

Okay, she was way off on the S thing. And Jaida didn’t miss the way she emphasized her name as if to say, Ha! I know yours, bitch! Nicky collected the rest of her books and stood up, but Jaida didn’t hand over her midterm. Instead, she hopped to her feet and started flipping through it. As she skimmed her answers, her spirits plummeted even lower, because if this is what Coulee was looking for, she was screwed. There was a reason she was a geography major, for gods sake—she dealt in facts. Black and white. This happened at this time to this person and here was the result. Nicky’s answers focused on detailed analysis on texts Jaida couldn’t even translate in the first place.

“Thanks.” Jaida gave her the booklet, then cracked her knuckles. “Hey, listen. Do you…would you consider…” she shrugged. “You know…”

Nicky’s lips twitched as if she was trying not to laugh. “Actually, I don’t know.”

Jaida let out a breath. “Will you tutor me?”

Her grey eyes—slightly green and surrounded by thick black eyelashes—went from surprised to skeptical in a matter of seconds.

“I’ll pay you,” Jaida added hastily.

“Oh. Um. Well, yeah, of course I’d expect you to pay me. But…” She shaked her head. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

Jaida bit back her disappointment. “C’mon, do me a solid. If I fail this makeup, my GPA will implode. Please?” She flashed a smile, the one that made her dimples pop out and never failed to make people melt.

“Does that usually work?” she asked curiously.

“What?“

“The winning innocent pageant girl smile… Does it help you get your way?”

“Always,” the taller girl answered without hesitation.

“Almost always,” Nicky corrected. “Look, I’m sorry, but I really don’t have time. I’m already juggling school and work, and with the winter showcase coming up, I’ll have even less time.”

“Winter showcase?” Jaida said blankly.

“Right, I forgot. If it’s not about basketball or your big pageants, then it’s not on your radar.”

“Now who’s being presumptuous? You don’t even know me.”

There’s a beat, and then she sighed. “I’m a fashion major, okay? And the arts faculty puts on two major displays every year, the winter showcase and the spring one. The winner gets a five thousand dollar scholarship. It’s kind of a huge deal, actually. Important industry people fly in from all over the country to see it. Fashion houses, investors, big magazines…. So, as much as I’d love to help you—”

“You would not,” Jaida grumbled. “You look like you don’t even want to talk to me right now.”

Her little you-got-me shrug was grating. “I have to go finish up some designs. I’m sorry you’re failing this course, but if it makes you feel better, so is everyone else.”

Jaida narrowed her eyes. “Not you.”

“I can’t help that I was born into a french speaking household.”

“Well, I want your help.”

Jaida was two seconds from dropping to her knees and begging her, but she edged towards the door. “You know there’s a study group, right? I can give you the number for—”

“I’m already in it,” Jaida muttered, embarrassed.

“Oh. Well, then there’s not much else I can do for you. Good luck on the makeup test. Baby.”

She darted out the door, leaving Jaida staring after her in frustration. Unbelievable. Everyone at this college would have cut their leg off to help her out. But this girl? Ran away like she’d just asked her to give up her first born so they could give it to Rumplestiltskin. And now Jaida was right back to where she was before Nicky-not-with-an-S gave her that faintest flicker of hope. Completely fucking screwed.

#rpdr fanfiction #jaida essence hall #nicky doll #widow von du #jan sport #gigi goode #jaida x nicky #fic challenge #black girl magic fic #diversity fic #lesbian au #college au #s12 #ungodly hour #scarlet bloo #concrit welcome #submission

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multifandom-hoes · 6 years ago

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hello! welcome back(?)! i was wondering if i could have a ship w ikon, bts, and khiphop? i’m korean, 5’6”, aquarius, have long black hair, and my hobbies are hip hop dancing and listening to music 24/7. i’m very ambitious when i’m interested in a topic, i can be a perfectionist, i’m stubborn, i care abt my appearance, avoid drama, and i listen more than i talk but also love to joke around and laugh a lot. also have rbf but i try to be the most genuine n kind person i can be. thank you so much!!!

Yes, yes, a welcome back is in place no worries~

EDIT: This seems to be extensive so I’ll pull a “keep reading” sorry ;’)

From BTS:

Okay so initially, I didn’t want to exactly match you up with HoSeok because he’s also an Aquarius, it seems like, but then you mentioned that you’re quiet so he instantly comes into the pool group of those who would be a good match with you~ You’d need someone who talks a lot, which sort of rules out YoonGi and JungKook and even JiMin. My gut feeling tells me to rule out NamJoon as well, so I’ll follow that and let’s pretend I have a good enough reason for this reasoning.

Jin, HoSeok and TaeHyung. Hobi of course would make sense, because your interests overlap, but I still think your personalities might clash, because as much as Hobi appears to be all sunshine and ponies and rainbows, he’s also quite stubborn and obviously a perfectionist. And honestly, I think Jin is the one. TaeHyung may be loud, but now that I’m thinking more about it, he doesn’t actually talk all that much, in comparison to Jin anyway. Jin is the one who would definitely make you laugh a lot, and who would talk in account to the both of you if you intended to listen to him. He also has good sense, so you wouldn’t be left behind, and you’d have a good going on and off with him. You could indulge him in your interests, and vice-versa.

From iKON:

In terms of personality clashes, HanBin is probably the first to go I’m sorry but if I’d match you with him domestic fights would be inevitable and we ain’t having a need of those so pass.

YunHyeong, ironically enough, is also an Aquarius, but as much as I have seen of him, it doesn’t seem like his personality would clash with yours. He seems to be considerate, and he talks a lot which would go well with your listening nature. He might be stubborn, of course, but I think he’d be nice sport for you.

So yes, I don’t want to drag this out so the final choice was between YunHyeong and ChanWoo. I would’ve also included JunHwe but that man has a league of his own and is hard to match with anybody really. ChanWoo, while seeming all innocent,is actually the opposite. However, he might be too stubborn for the match to work, so in the end I’ll say certainly that you and YunHyeong would be a match in my eyes.

From KHH:

Now this is a very wide field that you’ve left me to roam about. Therefore, I’ll be very generic in this one and not include all of KHH. Just those I can think of at this exact moment.

A.K.A Jay ParkSsam DPenomecoBlooDPR Live5 Will do because my brain is like going on a tangent please don’t hurt me xdQuick eliminations are as follows:Penomeco- seems like the type of guy that also doesn’t talk too much and instead of being a good sport with your stubborn side he’s let you go off. Not exactly the push-over type, but hey, I don’t know there’s not much material on my good mans.Live- he’s dorky and all but also seems to be more on a quiet side.Ssam- he’s too old for this shit, man, let him just groove along to the beat of his own song

This leaves me with Bloo and Jay. And really the choice here is pretty easy- I’ll have to let Jay go because yes, Jay like dancing, and music is his passion, obviously, but at the same time he’s a CEO which would instantly show off the fact that “HEY JAY’S A PERFECTIONIST” and then following that he is quite stubborn and sadly with Jay you wouldn’t really be able to avoid drama.

You might not have heard of Bloo prior, which is fair enough he debuted only in 2016, but music is everything to him and he values it as much as you do- just like any musician, really. This boy also talks a lot, but it’s the kind of conversation where not everything might necessarily make sense.So in that sense, you’d definitely have your own carry on going on. He’s an easy person to talk to, and joke around with. Avoiding drama should be a piece of cake, as well.

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purrickly · 6 years ago

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2018 년 11 월 26 일 :

`* INTRODUCTION:

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1… show time! Are you ready? Give it up for your host… ONE!’’

“Hello, everyone! How was your weekend? We had our first snowfall of the year, so I hope that you guys have been keeping warm and enjoying the wondrous sight responsibly. If you haven’t already bought yourself mittens, I’d suggest you go out today to stock up! I always lose mine, so I tend to buy several pairs at a time. But enough of me mishandling my things, it’s time to check out what the weather will be like this week!”

`* WEATHER REPORT :

Monday: There will be a few clouds!

Tuesday: Even more clouds with rain too!

Wednesday: Let’s mix it up with sun and clouds!

Thursday: And the sun wins, so it’s mainly sunny!

Friday: Sike, there’s another chance of a shower!

Saturday: No wait, it’s pretty sunny for us again!

Sunday: There’s been an agreement of a mix of sun and clouds!

( MUSIC BREAK ) :

Bloo - I’m the one.

IZ*ONE- La Vie en Rose.

N.Flying - LIKE A FLOWER.

`* TIP OF THE WEEK :

“I spend the better half of my day looking up at ways we can make our daily routines a little less burdensome, or even at small projects that I can take on and create which will put a smile on my loved one’s faces. And to start us off this week, I think the way we start our day is important. So why not with a smile? It’s cold and a nice glass of hot tea is both refreshing and good for you too. But if your loved ones are anything like me, they might be lazy and opt out of preparing themselves any breakfast - let alone tea. So let’s help them out! You can create tiny little envelopes, and stuff them with a cute message to go along with it, in place of the tea-bag’s original identification slip. The same slip that we usually just yank off from the string and toss into the garbage without so much a second glance. I’m sure with this little incentive in place, they’ll eagerly rush into the kitchen every morning to see what note you’ve left behind.”

( NEW MUSIC ) :

KEY - One of Those Nights (Feat. Crush)

Lovelyz - 찾아가세요

MINO - FIANCÉ.

`* GUEST FEATURING:

[jaewook]: “Listening to new music always excites me. And my sunbaenim have killed it with their new releases! But do you know who else has been killing it recently? My good friend Mark! Say hello to everyone.”

[minwoo]: “Hey, guys! It’s UKIYO’s Mark, here to humor my night owl of a friend, and to congratulate him on his new job as a radio host! I’m happy to be here and I hope you give him a lot of love! He’s doing a good job so far.”

[jaewook]: “Thanks, Mark. I’m flattered. But I’m also extremely happy that you’re here too because we had something interesting to talk about tonight, didn’t we? Do you want to fill everyone in on what that is?”

[minwoo]: “Okay, so… I’ve been passionate about art for as long as I remember. And I wanted us to remind us all of the positive benefits it has for us as a society. Whether it be how we view it, what it means to us, or how we use it during our daily lives.”

[jaewook]: “I’ve learned to appreciate art more through you, so I’m glad you came tonight to discuss this with me. Everyone is in for an interesting ride for sure!”

[minwoo]: “This has been bothering me for awhile, but I do not think there are many people out there who believe that art can contribute to a positive change. And not enough of us appreciate the importance of supporting our local art galleries. However, personally, I believe that a major part of artistic practice has always had a social responsibility towards the audience and, in that sense, art can be a nice way to inform the viewer of numerous social issues.”

[jaewook]: “I agree with you there! Because if we stop think about it, many artists throughout history, have been committed to issues of social or political order without ever losing sight of the aesthetic purpose of their works! Isn’t that so cool? It takes a lot of talent and hard-work to achieve that! And personally, I love that there are many forms of ‘speaking from the heart’ rather than just us using words.”

[minwoo]: “It’d also be nice to have more people who were engaged in using art as a method to teach others. There’s so much we can all learn from each other, so why not with a few strokes of a brush?”

[jaewook]: “That’s true! In my opinion, when we’re crafting something, thoughts are reflected, and people are related to. It is through what we do, that we live. Art is not something, to me, which can physically "move away or to something", but rather a phenomenological event of everyday life; of living. Living is creating, creating is art.”

[minwoo]: “Exactly! So I just hope the next time someone brushes painting - and the power it holds (if wielded properly) - aside, that they’ll stop and spare some of their time to research what that art piece may symbolize to the artist who created it.”

[jaewook]: “You and me both, Mark. You and me both. It’s always nice when people take the time to discover what someone’s work may symbolize. It would make anyone feel like what they’re trying to say is being heard. And speaking of being heard, can you guys try to decipher what the next few songs may be trying to say? Let’s give it a shot together!”

( FINAL MUSIC BREAK ):

Block B - Shall We Dance

PENTAGON - Naughty boy

Kris Wu - Coupe ft. Rich The Kid

` * ENDING SEGMENT :

“If you’re still here, I want to thank you for sticking it out till the very end! And tonight, my wish for you has always been for you to see how radiant you are. You have a heart that bleeds for the wounded. You give all of yourself to people. You love even when it hurts. You keep believing even when the world tries to break your faith. You choose hope in the midst of agony. You have never been less than because of your trauma. You have always been so much more. You are resilient. You shine brighter because of the cracks in your soul. I just wish you could recognize how much light you bring to everyone who encounters you. Goodnight, Seoul.”

#meowgic: 002.

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khhunniewriting · 7 years ago

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One of those tags

I was tagged by @junghoeseokie @ssamdominic and @khhsh-t I love all 3 of you and your blogs ^^/

How tall are you? 5′4″ or 165cm

What color are your eyes? Brown

Do you wear contacts and/or glasses? I have astigmatism so I have glasses but I don’t really use them since I can see fine as long as there isn’t too much light.

Do you wear braces? No

What is your fashion style? I’m into streetwear, lowkey Hypebae. I have a collection of Adidas shoes and clothes ^^ But I do go crazy and try out other styles.

When were you born? 9 August 1994

How old are you? 23

Do you have any siblings? Yes, 3 younger siblings. (1 sister and 2 brothers)

What school/ college do you go to? None, I am employed.

What kind of student are you? Average student, could have been a very good student if I studied. I literally don’t know how to study. I learned by taking notes in class and just remembering what I wrote. My notes were so pretty and well written but I never looked at them after class.

What are your favorite subjects? Language, History, and Art

What are your favorite movies? I have so many; I love Shaw Brothers wuxia films, Disney movies, action and thrillers too ^^

What are your favorite pastimes? Video games!

Do you have any regrets? Yes, the past 3 boyfriends. Not because they did anything bad to me or anything like that but as I think back I’m like...Why did I go out with them? They were so boring and not even my type.

Moral of the story: Don’t go out with someone just because they asked.

What is your dream job? Being a Mom, this is legit my goal in life.

Would you like to get married? Yes and no, the Catholic side of me is saying I should but the modern side is telling me I’m okay with just living with the guy.

Do you want kids? How many? Yes, at least 2.

How many countries have you visited? 2

What was your scariest dream? A zombie apocalypse had just started and I was at a party, wearing some high heels. I couldn’t run away! (After that dream I never wore high heels again. I do wear platform sneakers and boots though.)

Do you have a boyfriend/ girlfriend/ significant other? Nope

skipping the first 15 songs:

Bloo- Hennessy

Big Bang- Bang Bang Bang

Los Prisioneros- Tren Al Sur

Kill Hannah- Lips Like Morphine

System of a Down- Kill Rock ‘n Roll

Kyary Pamyu Pamyu- Candy Candy

Dumbfoundead- Cochino

Dok2- Crazy

Kaoma- Lambada

2ne1- Come Back Home

R.K.M & Ken Y- Down

Iron Maiden- The Trooper

Hash Swan- Swan’s Lake

Ty Dolla $ign- Or Nah (feat. The Weeknd, Wiz Kalifa, DJ Mustad)

Higher Brothers- Made In China

There is a lot of variety on this list...

I’m tagging: Everyone pretty much already did this ^^

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sweetandlethal · 7 years ago

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Cypher pt1, Satoori Rap, Tomorrow, Hip Hop Lover, Butterfly, Run, Whalien 52, Bloos Sweat and Tears, Stigma, Cypher pt4, 2!3! That's a lot!! ( O ∀O)/

cypher pt. 1: if you had to be part of a kpop group, what position would you want to be (i.e. leader, visual, lead vocal, dancer, rapper, maknae, etc.)

I’d like to be a lead vocal, I think. Just because I already have had some vocal training and I think I wouldn’t fuck that up that badly

satoori rap: what does home mean to you?

It’s of course a feeling, you know? Sometimes I don’t feel at home in my own house but I do feel at home drinking beer on David’s couch surrounded by my best friends.

tomorrow: goal that you would like to achieve within the next year?

Oh My God I don’t want to fail any classes, of course. I also must fill up at least two sketchbooks completely

hip hop lover: three songs that are meaningful to you?

Oh yes. (Just a heads up, every single one of these songs have a story on why BUT I DON’T WANT TO MAKE THIS POST TOO LONG)

So...

Californication - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Amy - Green Day

Ultralife - Oh Wonder

butterfly: most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?

I love the sky. I love sunsets and constellations. Those are the most beautiful thing ever for me.

run: do you like traveling? if so, where? what’s your dream vacation?

I LOVE traveling. I really like going to Guanajuato, it feels a lot like home. Of course even if I’m terrified by the ocean I love going to the beach.

I really want to go to Greece. That’s a place I need to see before I die.

whalien 52: weirdest thing that has ever happened to you? alternatively, weirdest dream you’ve ever had?

I was typing some bullshit that I never had something really weird happening to me but then I remembered this:

When I was like 6 years old I remember being in front of the cupboard and hearing my mom say from behind me. I guess we’ll eat tuna and crackers today. And I told my mom about it like “Remember that time when we ate tuna and crackers only that time?” and she was super weirded out because she told me “Never since I was pregnant have we only ate tuna and crackers. Your dad and I were kinda broke that one time and tuna and crackers was all we had to eat but not since you were born”

So apaprently I remember something from before I was even born

Also there was this one time around the same age when I dreamt about going to a party in my aunt’s house that was full of people and meeting my grandma and she said how pretty I was and how much I looked like my mother.

My grandma died when my mother was 13 and I had never seen a pic of her but when I described the lady of my dreams to my mom she told me that was how my grandma looked like.

She showed me a photo later and yeah. That was her

Weird, huh?

blood, sweat, & tears: kinkiest kink you have?

Oh you don’t want to know this one.

It’s hypnosis and pet play in no particular order. And for your info I’m very well informed about bdsm relationships and how they should be because apparently I’ve always been a kinky motherfucker

stigma: would you rather know the date of your death or the cause of your death?

Uhm neither?? I wouldn’t be able to live if I knew when or how I’m going to die.

cypher pt. 4: what do you do to treat yourself or relax?

Oh my God I literally allow myself to do NOTHING but a task until I do it because I’m a profesional procrastinator.

I usually treat myself with series because I binge watch them and I take pleasure on that but it is of course a problem having in mind that I procrastinate by binge watching anything SO YEAH.

2!3!: your favorite thing about bangtan?

Jesus okay.

I have never felt closer to an artist. I feel like they are just so hard working and sincere and grateful.

They’re geniuses of lyrics and great producers and writers.

They just feel so genuine, you know?

I feel like Namjoon would never lie to me.

Bangtan Asks

#answered #thank u for asking!#you are a dear #I feel like crim knows me better than most people because I always spill everything on his asks lmao #long post #krumppopcrim

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demiebby · 7 years ago

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Somebody [Bloo x OC; AMBW]

Characters: Kianna Reese, Kim Hyeunwoong/Bloo, & Koo Youngwoo/Young West

Summary: Young West is too arrogant with his relationship and all Bloo wants is you back.

Genre: Angst, Smut

Hyeunwoong wasn’t the type to fall for girls. Not until he met Kianna Reese. The girl was a mutual friend of Owen’s, and she was introduced to him one day at the club. Cliche place to meet someone at; especially to fall in love at. However when Hyeunwoong laid his eyes on Kianna he saw a future with her. Kianna was a gorgeous girl inside and out. Her long, jet black kinky-coily hair, warm brown-skin, hypnotizing hazel-green eyes, and full heart-shaped lips. She had a vivacious personality, loved mingling with people and cracking jokes.

They started dating for about a year and pretty soon made it official by Kianna’s 21st birthday. They were a happy couple, both loved each other dearly. That is until one day Hyeunwoong made a mistake that costed him.

He was in Korea, at a hip-hop club with his fellow label mates and friends: Flojee, Loopy, Niahn, Andy, Owen, and Young West. It was on an Instagram live video where the end of Kianna’s and Hyeunwoong’s 2-year relationship occurred. On the live stream, an intoxicated and oblivious Hyeunwoong was talking about Kianna his girlfriend. There was nothing wrong there. Until a blonde-haired female showed up in the camera, smiling and giggling next to Hyeunwoong.

“I thought you said you were done with that.”

Some of his fans that were tuning in, commented for the girl to shut her mouth. Unfortunately, she didn’t and she continued to blab about her and Hyeunwoong. It sounded like lies to most viewers, however some of them believed it to be true.

“Me and you have been together… for a few months. I know you better than her; at least I’m fully Korean.”

His fans were outraged when the girl said that. They were commenting death threats towards her. A handful of them found her Instagram and shot straight into her DMs with insults and threats. They were unstoppable. Pretty soon afterwards, Hyeunwoong ended his live stream on his Instagram and didn’t post anything for that night.

The next day he woke up to a long text message from Kianna. It was obviously a break-up text. One of the worst that he had to read. He read every line over and over; each time he did his heart fell to his gut. Hyeunwoong never thought he’d be the one to cause the break up let alone hurt Kianna’s strong heart.

Skip it to about a year, and Kianna is in the arms of Youngwoo or as he’s known Young West. The two became close just a week after Kianna and Hyeunwoong ended their 2-year relationship. Youngwoo showed up to the doorsteps of her apartment wanting to apologize for Hyeunwoong’s mistake.

“It’s not you that should be apologizing West… It’s Bloo. He’s the one that caused- that ended us. He should be on my doorstep apologizing on his knees for leading me on. Not his friend.”

“I know… I just wanted to come and see if you’re doing okay.”

“As you can see I’m not. I’m sorry West this is just- this is humiliating.”

“Can we talk about it inside?”

The minute Kianna let Youngwoo in, he was never able to get out. For the first two hours they or Kianna was talking about her relationship with Hyeunwoong. She confided in Youngwoo that her and Hyeunwoong had sex the first time they met each other at The Soap (a hip-hop club). After that the two exchanged numbers and were meeting up for dates whenever Hyeunwoong had time to do so. She described their bonding as emotional and spiritual. They would speak to each other on an intense and intimate level. Long conversations in person or on the phone, Kianna asserted they were inseparable.

Kianna would tear up as she went on to tell Youngwoo more about her and Hyeunwoong. She didn’t even remind herself that Youngwoo was Hyeunwoong’s close friend. She completely disregarded that fact and talked about her personal issues until she was done with the topic. At the end, Kianna’s eyes were brimming with unshed tears and her body tense. She didn’t want to cry in front of Youngwoo, a guy she thought of as intimidating and judgemental.

To her surprise, Youngwoo told her to let all of it out. He coaxed her with words, stroked her shoulder and in a split second Kianna was weeping in Youngwoo’s chest. Her wails were loud, painful. As a consequence of holding in her suffering for so long, Kianna now had someone she could confide in – Youngwoo.

There on the sofa in Kianna’s living room, unknowingly to her and Youngwoo they would be next to fall for each other. When she was finished crying, she fell asleep in Youngwoo’s arms. So did he. The next morning, Kianna woke up in Youngwoo’s comforting embrace. He had been asleep when she chose this opportunity to just study his facial structure. Strong jawline, beady charismatic eyes, sunken in cheekbones, and flat, defiant nose. In her eyes, Youngwoo was indeed an imposing man.

The two built up their secret companionship into a little more. Soon, Youngwoo would have felt his true feelings for Kianna. One night, the two were expected to have dinner at a ramen restaurant. Youngwoo came over to pick up Kianna in his Mercedes Benz. He was a gentleman to help her in the car from the passenger side. While she was thinking of food, Youngwoo had other plans. Instead of heading to a diner, Youngwoo drove her to the recording studio. Kianna was confused when they arrived there, but said nothing as she was aided out of the car by Youngwoo. It became puzzling when Youngwoo brought her into a recording room and he was fiddling with the equipment.

“Wait, West why are we here?” Kianna looks at Youngwoo, her eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment and one hand on her hip. “I thought you said we were going out to eat dinner. What are we doing at the studio?” The girl takes a seat in one of the black chairs, crossing her long, chocolate legs over the other.

Youngwoo couldn’t refrain a smile on his face, while he pressed play on the monitor. “Don’t talk just listen.” He looks over to Kianna, turning around in his chair to face her.

Kianna rolls her eyes at Youngwoo, but she listened to the song anyways. The first verse had her nodding her head to the beat of it. Simultaneously, Youngwoo did the same grinning when he saw Kianna grooving to the beat. She repeated the lyrics, “She so different yeah she somebody. Gotta keep you now yeah yeah she somebody” Youngwoo admiringly smiled at Kianna just as she continued to sing the chorus of the song. She stopped when the Korean lyrics came back on, only mumbling the last syllables of the words. Before long the song faded and ended causing the room to return back to its deafening silence.

“Wow… that sounds amazing is that a new track?” Kianna enthusiastically beamed, leaning up in her seat and smiling at Youngwoo.

He nodded his head and bit on the corner of his lip. Kianna clapped her hands for him, applauding for his work in this latest single. “I love it! The lyrics go along together so smoothly and I like that beginning. Shining like Rihanna get it for my mama. Aye!” The girl pointed her fingers to Youngwoo, high as a kite after listening to his song.

Youngwoo kicked his legs back for the wheeled-chair to scoot closer to Kianna. They were a distance apart now. The girl had been too distracted by the song’s addictive rhythm she wasn’t aware of Youngwoo’s close proximity. She was pulled out from her trance when Youngwoo grabbed the arms of her chair and tugged her to him. Kianna was startled, she leaped in her seat and she met eyes with him. They were now within lips reach of one another. His right hand lifted up then ran its fingers through her flat-ironed hair.

“I wrote the song about you.” He said in an undertone, the hand in her hair going down to lie above her hand.

Kianna swallowed, her demeanor changing when things got serious. Her eyes looked at Youngwoo bug-eyed, and she said softly, “You wrote… you wrote that for me?” She used her free hand to rub her arm up and down.

Youngwoo pursed his lips followed by a sigh. “Kianna, for the time we’ve spent together, I’ve been developing feelings for you. You’re amazing. I want to be with you.” He took her hand into his raising it and planting a kiss onto the back of her hand. He saw the tears brimming in Kianna’s hazel eyes.

She was shocked to find out that Youngwoo was in love with her. Without thinking, Kianna eagerly nodded her head and gasped when she grabbed Youngwoo’s face in her hands. She collided her lips with his, her tongue diving into his mouth. The girl stood from her seat and sat in his lap, straddling him without breaking their kiss. Youngwoo’s hands rested on her lower back and he kissed her back with just as much intensity. Kianna laments into his mouth. A few tears cascade down her cheeks, except they’re not pain-filled teardrops. They’re ecstatic.

Kianna was the first one to pull her lips away. She was breathing frantically, her eyes searching his for any sort of doubt. She found nothing; once more she assaulted his lips. Only at this point did the kiss became unhurried and slack. His lips sucked on her bottom lip to which she let out a pining moan. Youngwoo’s left hand groped Kianna’s round ass, squeezing the girl’s cheek. Her hands massaged his chest through his shirt, her lower body grounding on him.

The rapper moved her on top of the music equipment, laying her down on her gently as he stared down at her. Her eyes glassy from the tears and pupils dilated by the heat of the moment. He pulls her legs, wrapping them around his waist and going back down to kiss her.

“Wait,” she stops him putting her finger to his lips. Youngwoo takes a look at her and she takes a glance from him to his hardened member that’s hidden in his pants. “I want you… but not here. Let’s take this back to your house.” At the same time she’s pushing him away and sitting up on the keyboard.

They move their party to Youngwoo’s house. In his bedroom him and Kianna make love underneath his blankets. For one more time, she felt wanted and loved. That night she forgot all about her suffering and Hyeunwoong. She was screeching Youngwoo’s name on the top of her lungs. His body was bringing her to euphoria. Her hands roaming his body all over while they both chased after their peak. Youngwoo was giving his all into Kianna and she was doing just about the same. They reached their end, both sealing with a passionate kiss, her arms hanging limp on his shoulders. Youngwoo filled her with his devotion. The two stayed connected both within the kiss and on one another. They didn’t pull away until Youngwoo was getting tired. After their love making, the two lie in the bed. Kianna’s buttocks pressed against Youngwoo and his arm holding her close to his chest.

She was falling back in love again. Only this time it felt real and true.

Skip to when it’s in the present, and Youngwoo and Kianna have been together for a strong six months. During those six months, Kianna hadn’t been upset or worried whenever Youngwoo had his concerts. He actually showed her respect and made sure his relationship was public with her. At a point, one of his fans went up to him in person and said that they didn’t like that he was dating Kianna. When he asked the fan why, she bluntly said because she’s black. Youngwoo, being mature and polite, he told the fan that everyone has their own taste and style. The fan was flabbergasted, yet she left the conversation at that. Kianna was seeing that Youngwoo was taking this relationship seriously. He was defending for her, showing her off at his concerts, and posting couple pictures of them on his Instagram. She was smothered by his undivided attention and she relished in it.

The couple were lying on the couch in Mkit Rain’s lounge room. Youngwoo was playing a game of UFC while Kianna was occupied on her phone scrolling for a new wig to purchase. He was positioned on his back one arm over Kianna and the other holding the remote to the Playstation console. Kianna lying on his stomach facing him. She let out a squeal when she found a wig that caught her eye.

“Baby, stop playing this game and look at this for a minute.” Kianna lifted up the phone to Youngwoo’s face the screen displaying a baby pink shoulder-length layered wig. It had black roots and the rest of it was pink. The style it was in was a bob.

Youngwoo places the remote on the floor and looks at the wig on the phone. An impassive expression on his domineering face. He shrugged his shoulders and Kianna sucked her teeth at him. “Okay… what am I looking at?”

Kianna’s lip made a scowl and she went on to say, “I’m planning on getting this to add onto my collection of wigs. Should I go for this baby pink color or for a black? I want your opinion because it’s like whatever you tell me, I end up looking like a bad bitch or feeling like one.” She beams, her legs lifting up to kick back and forth. Her eyes gawked at Youngwoo lovingly and a hand reached out to twist his unkempt hair.

He shrugged his shoulders again and mumbled, “I’d go for the pink. You never had pink in your hair before, and personally, you’d be turning heads in that.” He snatches the remote from the floor returning back to playing the game.

Kianna giggles into his chest, and stretches to kiss his jaw. “It’ll make me,”

“A bad bitch.” They finished at the same time. Kianna squeals again, planting kisses all over Youngwoo’s face not aware that a group of friends were entering the room. Their kisses became fervid when Youngwoo’s lips touched hers and he firmly kept her there.

She moans into the kiss putting her phone on the arm of the sofa behind his head. Her body close to getting heated until someone bellowed, “If you two want to fuck, take it to his house man, not here!” Quickly they pulled away, Youngwoo looked over the couch and saw Owen, Neil, T, Hyeunwoong, and Niahn entering.

Neil and Owen had shit-eating grins on their faces as they both eyeballed the couple. As for T and Niahn, they ignored the two on the sofa. Hyeunwoong he didn’t pay them either attention and sat on the couch opposite from theirs.

“Aw shit, West about to get him some pussy up in the lounge man. Gonna be making some babies huh Kianna?” Neil was the first to speak up, rubbing his hands together and plopping down on the couch where her and Youngwoo occupied.

Kianna sucked her teeth at Neil, shaking her head and hitting him on his shoulder. “Shut the fuck up Neil, and wipe that grin off your face before I do.” Her eyes glared at him.

Owen tilted his head back and yawned loudly stretching his arms. “Yeah leave her alone Neil, before you get fucked up my boy.”

“Damn I was just playing. Shit. Can’t take a fucking joke?” Neil rolls his eyes at Kianna, leaning back against the sofa with his arms behind his head.

Youngwoo could detect that Kianna was getting riled up before she even knew it. He retorted back to Neil’s sharp words. “Shut up Neil, for real man leave my girl alone. You’re always playing, but when you get back-talked you wanna act like you weren’t the one that started it. Grow up man.” He stroked Kianna’s back to calm himself down, “Bitch,” he hissed.

Neil shot up to his feet pointing a finger at Youngwoo, “What? Did you just call me a bitch?”

T interjected before Neil could add on, “Hey, hey, chill Neil man. Alright, look it’s not even that serious. Let it go, we’re not here for all of that today.” He pushes Neil away from the couple and motioned for him to sit on the couch in between Niahn and Hyeunwoong.

Neil hisses, “Fuck,” and takes a seat.

When the tension dies down in the room the guys chat for a while. It’s Owen, Neil, Hyeunwoong, and Niahn having a conversation. While Youngwoo battles T in the game of UFC. Kianna still online-shopping on her iPhone for some wigs. The guys laugh loudly, Owen and Neil clapping their hands at a point, and return back to their chattering.

Owen asks, “Hey, are you assholes up to go out to a club tonight?”

Niahn responded with, “I’m up for it.”

Hyeunwoong nodded his head, “Yeah I can go for it tonight.”

“Just don’t drink yourself into another coma man.” Owen joked and slapped Hyeunwoong on his knee. The latter laughed bitterly at the jester.

“What about the rest of y’all?” Niahn looks at T, Youngwoo, Kianna, and Neil.

Neil declined the offer saying that he wanted to stay at home for the night. T agreed to come with them, as for Youngwoo and Kianna it was undecided. Youngwoo wanted to go, but he acknowledged that clubbing had not been Kianna’s cup of tea. The two just stared at each other waiting for the other to answer.

Owen groans, “Come on just answer yes or no?”

“Yes.” Kianna affirmed, she adjusted her position on Youngwoo. Her boyfriend whispers, “I thought you didn’t like clubbing.” She replies in a hushed tone, “I don’t but I know you want to go out so I’m going with you.”

Youngwoo smiles at Kianna, stroking her backside while from the other side of the room, Hyeuwoong glowers at the couple. Hyeunwoong hadn’t been vocal about his bitterness towards Youngwoo and Kianna, other than giving them hard, green-eyed glares. His fingers tapped on his knees and he looked away just as the two were pecking. It made him angry with how Youngwoo was being intimate with her. That could have been him holding Kianna.

He didn’t know that Kianna and Youngwoo would have chemistry. They were different, drastically different. She liked being alone at times while Youngwoo preferred a large circle of friends around him. Hyeunwoong knew Kianna better than Youngwoo did.

The day progressed into night and the guys and Kianna left for the club. Kianna donned an above the knee black dress. The dress was made by Honey Couture designed with a v-neck collar exposing the center of the breast supported by spaghetti straps on the shoulders. On the left side of the dress was a cut out revealing the thigh. She had on Gucci patent leather platform pumps on her feet. Around her neck was a silver necklace with Youngwoo’s initial “Y” engraved with diamonds. On her left wrist was an AGMES gold cuff, in her ears large round hoop earrings. Her hair a jet black center part waist-length wig. She did her makeup on her eyes a smoky black with a purple undertone beneath her brows. Her full lips colored in a velvet red.

Youngwoo appeared up at her house waiting in his car for his girlfriend. When she got inside, he had to do a double take because of her image.

Kianna chortles when he did a double take, “What? Is this too much?” She purred.

He shakes his head, running a hand down his face, his eyes gawking at her thick thighs. Youngwoo responded, “Hell no it’s not. Damn baby you look fine.”

Kianna then laughs leaning over the armrest, “Come here,” she cooed. She brought their lips together, moving them at a sensual pace. Kianna moans into his mouth and she felt his hand lowering the strap on her shoulder. When he did this, she pulls away and sat back down in the passenger seat. “Let’s wait when we get back from the club. After that you can get your gift.”

Youngwoo rested his forehead on the steering wheel, grumbling when she told him that. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard because of this Kiki.” He starts the car up as soon as she laughs and takes off into the night heading for the club.

Thereafter, the two arrived at the club. Youngwoo parks his car on the side of the street and walks in hand-in-hand with Kianna at his side. They head over to the section where their friends would always frequent. It’s on a second level looking above the occupants in the club. When they walk in they’re welcomed with whoops and hollers. Specifically from Owen.

The man had his arms raised and fists pumping in the air. “Choco-Vanilla is here! Whoo! Whoo!”

Youngwoo shakes his head at Owen and takes a seat with Kianna. His girlfriend places one hand on his thigh, squeezing it tight in her grip. “Did you guys order any drinks already?” Youngwoo inquired.

Niahn, T, and Owen shook their heads. It was then that Youngwoo realized someone was missing. Hyeunwoong. “Yo where’s Bloo? Ain’t he supposed to be here man?”

T nodded his head, waving his hand at Youngwoo, “Yeah, he’s at the bar drinking. You know how he is. He can’t stay away from the bottle.”

“He never could,” Kianna comments and shifts closer to her boyfriend. She lays her head on his shoulder. For her this was boring just sitting around and not doing anything.

Owen narrowed his eyes at Kianna, “How do you- oh yeah. Forgot for a minute there. Sorry.” He utters, nearly forgetting that his best friend and Kianna used to be a thing.

The black-haired girl shrugged it off. She put everything she had with Hyeunwoong in the past.

Speaking of the devil, Hyeunwoong set foot into the room. In his hand he held a bottle of Hennessy. He takes a seat next to Owen and the man sneers at him. “How many rounds have you had so far?”

Hyeunwoong grumbles, “Around 10.” He takes a long swig of the Hennessy, his eyes boring at Kianna.

Owen and the rest laughs, joking about Hyeunwoong. They’re oblivious to the man staring fixedly at Kianna. So is she. Her attention is on her phone, scrolling through Instagram and reading new posts from those she follow. Hyeunwoong grunted and turned away from her. At some point, he would have a talk with her just not now. Youngwoo is in the room and if he’s around, Hyeunwoong would be unable to tell Kianna how he feels.

“You know what? I’m sick of sitting around here, we always do this when we go out clubbing.” Niahn addresses, slapping his knees and jumping up to his feet. “I’m going to find a girl to dance with and hopefully take her back home. I need some anyways.” He was the first to leave.

Following suit was T, Owen, Youngwoo and Kianna, and Hyeunwoong in that order. Youngwoo danced with Kianna on the dance floor. Her back was facing him as she swayed her hips against his groin. Youngwoo’s hands were glued on Kianna’s frame and he swayed right along with her. His girlfriend bites the corner of her lip when she felt something poking at her ass. She knew that all too well. One hand reaches behind her to rub at his bulge. She could hear him groan over the music at her naughty hand. Youngwoo leans his head down and begins to kiss her on her neck. His tongue licking at her skin here and there. Kianna arches her back, and shuts her eyes biting on her lip again then she smirks when she feels Youngwoo’s hand reach inside of her dress and rub her dampening mound. She surprises him, because she’s not wearing any underwear and all his fingers feel is a bare, naked, moistening haven.

Kianna moans when Youngwoo slowly yet teasingly rubs on her clit. Her eyes squeeze tightly and she grinds closer onto him. She whines but it’s cut off short by his lips. Youngwoo sucks on her bottom lip, unaware he had gotten red lipstick on his. When they pull away and Kianna looks at him, she chuckles and uses her thumb to swipe at his lip.

“Baby you’re wearing my lipstick. You should probably go to wipe it off.” She watches Youngwoo walk off to the restrooms, abandoning her at the dance floor. She decides to go to the bar and order herself a drink.

Kianna orders a shot of Tequila, when she gets the drink she downs it. The taste of it is tart, yet she manages to deal with it. All of a sudden, someone grabs her forearm in a firm grip. She winces and turns to the person only to be stopped in her tracks. It’s Hyeunwoong. Kianna and him share a stare-off waiting to see who will make the first move. Her heart pounds against her chest as she has no clue what to do.

She gathers the courage to speak up, “What do you want Bloo?” Her voice shaky.

Hyeunwoong cackles adorning a smirk on his face. “Don’t act so scared around me Kianna. You’re coming with me.”

Before she could say anything, Hyeunwoong whisked her away outside. He drags her to the alleyway in between the club and a vacant building. Kianna pounds on his back to let her go and when he releases her she backhands him. Her chest heaving up and down in fury at her ex.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She questions, her eyes narrowing at the man, when he didn’t answer fast enough she roars, “Answer me you son of a-”

Kianna finds herself pinned on the brick wall by Hyeunwoong’s hand cradling her neck. Her head is cocked back when his hand lifts her chin. She becomes limp, unable to move afraid that Hyeunwoong would do the unpredictable. This side of Hyeunwoong she never saw. He normally talks out things and not take it physical.

Hyeunwoong’s glazed eyes studies Kianna and his hold on her neck slackens. She tentatively moves his hand away when he’s no longer a threat, but she’s still uneasy around her ex. “Why did we break up?” Hyeunwoong enquired.

The girl scoffs at his question, not believing a word he just said. She bends over, keeping her eyes on him while she grabs her clutch. “Why did we break up?” She repeats distastefully. “After a year, you want to talk about this? Get the fuck out of my face Hyeunwoong.” She steps to her left and he does the same. “Get the fuck out of my face!” She shoves at Hyeunwoong’s chest.

Kianna wanted a way out of the situation. She didn’t want to bring up her demons with her ex. She was happy with her relationship with Youngwoo. Her love life had been put back into light and better now that she has a real man that respected her. Hyeunwoong was a thing in her past. A piece of dust that she wiped off her shoulders.

She gritted through her teeth, “I don’t want to talk about this any longer Hyeunwoong.” Her eyes glaring at the man, “Please leave me alone and stay out of my life. You were doing such a good job not paying me attention for this long. Why stop now?”

“Because I still love you.” He declared.

“Yeah fucking right. You never loved me. You loved all of these hoes that came bouncing on your dick to get something out from your sorry ass.” Kianna crossed her arms over her chest. When she remembered Youngwoo she took out her phone.

Hyeunwoong watched her, “What are you doing? Are you texting that asshole?”

Kianna quickly defended her boyfriend, “Youngwoo is not an asshole. If there’s an asshole it’s you! I should tell him that you’re fucking with me and see if he beats your ass.” She retorts back at the man. She texts to Youngwoo, “I was outside talking to a friend, I’ll be inside in about five minutes.” It was half-lie, half-truth.

“Oh… so you’re going to leave me here?” Hyeunwoong asks sarcastically.

She stuffs her phone into her clutch and responds to him, “Damn right. I’m sick of your shit Bloo, talk to me when you have a right mind and not a bottle of Hennessy in your fucking hand.”

The girl bumps shoulders with him as she walks back into the club. She finds Youngwoo at the spot they were dancing at. When he asks her who was the friend she just says it was girl from the hair salon. He doesn’t question her any further. Kianna tries to return back to dancing with Youngwoo, in spite of having Hyeunwoong invading her mind.

The night ended and she went home with Youngwoo. As promised they had sex, although it was short-lived because she wasn’t attentive. Youngwoo asked why and she curtly replied with a lie about her being ill from the drinking. She only had one tequila shot that night. Hyeunwoong’s face appeared in her dreams as she laid in Youngwoo’s bed, wrapped in Youngwoo’s arms.

A few days later, Kianna had been in her living room folding up her fresh laundry. A knock on the door startled her, and she places down a teal tshirt on the sofa. “I’m coming!” She shouts to the person behind the door. Kianna tugs her red shorts out from her butt and flattens the wrinkles on her white camisole tee. Her natural kinky-coily hair was in a bun and her face free of any traces of makeup.

She opened the door and the familiar drop of her heart came. It’s Hyeunwoong again. The night at the club came into her mind and she grips the doorknob tightly. His hair was dyed to jet black prior to his ash grey hair.

“I’m not here to cause a scene. I honestly want to talk to you like an adult.” Hyeunwoong avowed, tucking his hands into the pockets of his gray hoodie. “Can I come inside Kianna?”

Hesitantly she moved her body to the side allowing for him to enter. She slammed the door shut, noticing how he leapt on his feet and strutted past him. Yet again she bumped shoulders with him. Her resentment towards him was evident. She took a seat back on the sofa and resumed folding her clothes.

With her eyes focused on her clothes she chided, “You can talk. I may be folding clothes but I can listen.”

Hyeunwoong dejectedly sighs, “Okay… now about the night at the club-”

Kianna interrupted, “I don’t want to talk about the club. Whatever happened, happened, just continue from where you left off.”

“I wanted to apologize for my actions,” He continued.

She blew a raspberry and raised an eyebrow, “Apologize?” She countered, folding her clothes aggressively, “Are you apologizing for being an asshole, because we can’t change who we are.” She sassed.

Hyeunwoong emphasized, “I didn’t mean to put my hands on you.”

Kianna flung her jeans on the floor and glares at Hyeunwoong. “Bloo we all don’t mean to do shit! I didn’t mean to go out with you, but I did anyways!” She flailed her arms around, getting irritated by the passing seconds, “You clearly didn’t mean to slide your baby dick into some bitch’s pussy when you had a girlfriend of 2-years but you did anyways!” She yells at him.

“Look, I told you at the door that I’m not here to cause a scene.” He maintained, “You’re making yourself look crazy, waving your arms around like you’ve caught the fucking holy ghost.”

Kianna howled sarcastically standing up to her feet and obnoxiously stomping her feet on the floor. She waved her hands around in the air, screaming to high heavens. “Whoo! Whoo! Jesus come strike me down! This motherfucker said I caught the holy ghost!” She howls, and turns her attention back to him, her eyes wide, “Says the bastard that drinks his sins away.”

Hyeunwoong gets up to his feet, and Kianna claps her hands. “Great. Now he’s leaving me again. The door is right there for you Bloo. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

“I’m not leaving,” He objects.

“Bloo you got ten seconds to leave or else.” Kianna threatened, grabbing her phone from the couch and holding it in her hand.

Hyeunwoong stalked towards the girl, “What are you going to do with that?”

“I’m gonna get Youngwoo to fuck you up and then I’m calling the police. Now get the fuck out of my hou-”

It’s almost as if she’s at the club again. Her back is pinned on the sofa after Hyeunwoong knocked her down and on top of her is said man. Her eyes narrows at her ex, she growls at the sight of his face up close to hers. In the midst of the shove, her phone gets knocked out of her hand and landed on the carpet.

She wriggles beneath him, “Get off of me.” She commanded.

“You want to know what I miss about you Kianna?” Hyeunwoong blurted, he leans his mouth to her ear, “I miss the times when you end up underneath me screaming my name.”

A gasp came from Kianna and she thrashed her body against Hyeunwoong’s. She lifted her leg up to kick him off, but Hyeunwoong grabbed her calf and inserted himself in between her thighs. The girl screeched when she felt his hard-on and shakes her head.

“I don’t want you anymore Hyeunwoong just please go!” She screams, tossing her head from side to side to avoid his lips.

His other hand grabs Kianna’s face, keeping it from moving. Her hands pushed at his chest to get him off but to no avail. Just then her lips were met with the familiar taste of liquor, mint bubble gum, and cool cigarette. Kianna’s mind went blank. Hyeunwoong just kissed her. She wanted to fight back against him, except her body was limp. The girl feels a tongue enter her mouth when her jaw went slack. She blinks her eyes blankly and then brings him closer to her. Hyeunwoong inwardly smirked at this, his hand removing from her face to her thighs. He yanks her lower body to him as he starts to grind against her.

Involuntary moans came from Kianna at the time she felt Hyeunwoong stirring. The man’s cold left hand went underneath her shirt groping her breast. She reacted with an arch of her back and muttering for him to stop. Her pleads went unnoticed by him. He massaged her breast in his hand, and then pinched at her nipple. She squeaked, lifting her hips up and bucking against his groin. Hyeunwoong’s mouth pulls away from Kianna’s. He sees her lips covered in a sheen of their spit.

“I knew you’d come around,” He boasted.

Kianna purses her lips at the man, “Shut up.”

Hyeunwoong nodded his head to her then brought their lips back together. The kiss became passionate as he was pouring in his feelings into it. His hands stroked Kianna’s thick thighs up and down. As if he was coaxing her into giving in to him. When he felt her body go slack again he took this as the opportunity to pull down her shorts. She was compliant, scooting back and lifting up her legs for him. Hyeunwoong was shocked when he saw that she was bare.

He chuckled, “Wow. No underwear? You were waiting for this?”

“Shut up.” She growls.

He took his finger and glided it up on her slit. Kianna sucks in her breath and jerks her hips away when he brushes past her sensitive nub. The man glances up at her distraught face and he places one hand to hold her hips down. Hyeunwoong’s digit lowers to her opening. He prods her hole and then bends down to imply his face in between her legs. Kianna makes a puzzled grunt at this. Hyeunwoong’s tongue suddenly flicks up at her clit and she lets out a cry. He laps up her juices, sucking on her folds and gnawing at her sensitive pea. Without warning his tongue enters her opening, her walls clenching on his tongue. Kianna lifts up her hand to her mouth, sucking on her thumb as Hyeunwoong continues his brutal assault. She could feel herself leaking at his mouth on her mound. The girl bites down on her thumb, muffling her moans’ if Hyeunwoong hears it he’ll get all arrogant. Just then his fingers are propelled in her opening, pumping in and out of her at a viciously fast pace.

Kianna screams out, “Fuck! Oh, God!” and rocks her hips to meet his fingers. His mouth sucks on her clit, while his fingers are fucking into her body. Her juices flow onto his digits coating them in her essence. A tremble of her thighs comes when she does. Her body jerking as she rides off her orgasm on Hyeunwoong’s fingers. The girl taps on the sofa multiple of times to get Hyeunwoong’s attention, but he was damn focused on eating her out. She grabs his hair and shoves him away with brute force.

“I was telling you to stop! Fuck, Bloo!” She yells, closing her legs and looking away her face flustered.

Hyeunwoong laughs at her, he attempts to open her legs but she keeps them closed. Instead of fighting with her he stands up and takes off his jeans. His boxers follow. He kneels on the couch holding his cock in his hand and then tapping his tip on Kianna’s foot.

He coaxes, “Come on Kiki. Don’t you want to get rid of me?”

Kianna reluctantly opens her legs for Hyeunwoong. The man smirks, “Good girl.” He aligns his cock with her entrance and slowly pushes himself inside. His dick is swallowed by Kianna, engulfing him whole. The rapper lets out a groan when her warmth is too much to handle. He carelessly smacks her thigh, earning a suck of teeth from the girl. Hyeunwoong fucked into her lazily, his cock prodding at her spot.

“Hng, shit.” He muttered.

Hyeunwoong brought his lips back to Kianna’s. The girl grudgingly kissed him back allowing his tongue to swirl into her mouth. Her moans were muffled by him, as he sped up his pace and swiveled his hips onto her. Kianna let out a whimper when he pulled out then slammed right back inside hitting her spot dead-on. Her back arches at the same time she met his thrusts. Her ex lifts her up onto his lap and she rides him.

She wants two things from Hyeunwoong: one to get off on him and two for him to leave her alone for good. Deep down she felt humiliated. She was practically cheating on Youngwoo with her ex of all people. Kianna never wanted to hurt Youngwoo or do anything to jeopardize their relationship. Yet it seems she was doing it with Hyeunwoong. His friend. Her ex.

In midst of it all a few tears ran down Kianna’s face. She sniffled and silently wept as she rode Hyeunwoong. He paid her cries no mind and just continued to pound into Kianna. He felt himself nearing his peak, his cock pulsating in Kianna’s orifice. A minute later, the rapper pulls out and his seed shoots onto her stomach. The contrast of the white against her caramel brown skin. He catches his breath, standing up to his feet while Kianna lays down on the sofa. Her face blank.

Hyeunwoong runs his fingers through his hair watching Kianna for a moment. He grabs his boxers and jeans putting his clothes back on. When he’s fully clothed he cocked his head to the side. “You’re not going to tell Youngwoo are you? If you do he’s not going to believe you. He’s just going think of you as a filthy slut. If I loved my significant other, I wouldn’t tell a soul that “baby dick” fucked me.” He sneered.

He leaves from her house eventually. When the door shuts, Kianna cries into the pillow and sobs.

The pain that she had long forgotten came back.

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