#please send all the chair dance poses lol

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#GetToWork You know Bailey was mad because she called Q the photographer 😅. But she let him back in one minute later because she also knows he’s right. Q wasn’t bothered. He was fully prepared for the most stubborn and Anxious Aretha version of his wife today. He volunteered to join rehearsal because he knew she wouldn’t listen to anyone else. We are fully aware the show must go on but ma’am, stay in the chair please!

[cutesy-pink]

I have racked my brain and i present you with another Musical!MC unintentionaly making chaos. (My target this time is the Heartslabyul, along with Chenya)

Musical!MC do this because there is a bet and Musical!MC need that money!!! (I personally think the bet involve MC sing a spicy song at the Heartslabyul dorm or at the Unbirthday Party or making Riddle red mad or singing that spicy song in front of Riddle, you can take your pick)

Do you know 'Queen of Hearts' by Luz? If you don't know, please check it out on youtube first.

Warning : the lyrics are spicy, in other words explicit. (I myself forgot about how non-children-friendly it is. Surprisingly there is a parental warning for the translated one)

So MC is singing this when Chenya happen to be sneaking into NRC to steal a cake, in front of our Heartslabyul bois and maybe the dorm's students too. (I want to rake in as many victim as possible)

Imagine this chaos where Musical!MC singing the spicy song along with their sexy expression and body gesture👄😈. (I won't write the lyrics, but i'll give some desc of what MC will do. I write it in a messy order okay. They always give 110% effort for every performance, can't accept less than perfect. The show must go on!!!!)

In the middle of singing, Musical!MC saw there is Chenya with his grin and all, so Musical!MC just approach him and trace his grin with their index fingers (like swipe their finger on his lip). Using that same finger, they place it on their own lips while giving seductive smile/smirk. (Ohohoho... Chenya, your body reappeared there. You need to be invisible if you want the cake.)

For Trey, Musical!MC just walk confidently with a lil sway at the hips towards him and moving their face really near at his face as if Musical!MC would kiss him, without losing their seductive smirk for the performance, but at the last second, Musical!MC pull his hat down between their and Trey's face, blocking that kiss. After that daring move, Musical!MC just turn their body around, leaving a red wide-eyed Trey behind, like the vixen role they are playing. But they do turn their head toward Trey, and giving him their seductive alluring smile with a finger touching their plump lips. (TREY! SNAP OUT OF IT! The cake will fall!!!!)

For Cater, Musical!MC just sit beside him and caress upwards of his arm with the tip of their fingers, (so like a ghost of touch, which probably can send down some shiver down the person back) when reaching his shoulder they caress/glide down and momentarily pause at the chest. Musical!MC who just see Cater with a side glance, fully turn their head to stare right into his eyes with their half-lidded eyes, still not forgeting their seductive smile. And their fingertips resume to glide down till their fingertip reach his thigh, which then they tap at the rhytmn of their singing. Musical!MC retract their arm back to themself before giving that Vil pose but, the smile is more alluring than his, it also give a different vibe. (Wow~ Cater, the fact that you are unfocused in recording is surprising😏)

For Ace, they just dance around him, then suddenly Musical!MC lean on him like inviting him to embrace them from behind. Before he can do that, they turn to look at him painting helplessness on their face like begging for help. Ace who is still flustered get another surprised, Musical!MC quickly go behind him, make him sit on of the chairs, encircle their arms around his shoulders and embrace him, their helpless face, which is beside Ace's face, turned into a mischiveous grin. (Oh dear, oh my, no smartass backtalk, Ace? Fufufufu...)

For Deuce, Musical!MC circles Deuce like a predator locking it prey and the gaze they give Deuce is also like one but more... passionate. Picking a rose that is for decoration, they step in front of him and the only thing that prevent both of them for kissing is that red rose, Musical!MC really doesn't let him to break their eye contact, not that he can, he is too bewitched by them. And then, they take Deuce hand and guide them to touch their exposed shoulder as if to seduce. They proceed to give a space between them, and let go of his hand, Musical!MC touch his face to make him see only them as if saying just give your heart to me. (Okay, i know that i said there will be no lyrics. But i need to make a point. Also, DEUCE!! DON'T GRIP THE TEAPOT TOO HARD OR IT WILL BREAK!!!)

For Riddle, Musical!MC bow before him, take his hand and kiss his hand, put one of their hand on their chest, like they would swear their loyalty and love to him. Even their expression is on point. If Musical!MC is a vixen who promised fake love to the others, it's the opposite for Riddle, they act like a loyal knight who only give their hearts to Riddle. But they still give that seductive smile to him and present him a tart as if they present their heart to him.

On the ending of performance, they present themself as if they are the Queen of Hearts from their song and act as if they are the leader of a banquet of madness. For the finishing number, Musical!MC give their seductive grin like a villain(ess) who won the war of love.

And also, in that middle of the performance, Musical!MC give a lot of seductive dance moves. The one that i want to highlight is where Musical!MC take off their jacket so that their shoulder is EXPOSED!!! They definitely do THAT shoulder moves from the dance cover.

I rest my case, Your Majesty. MUAHAHAHAHA... (not proofread, so it will be kind of messy)

Everything is a lil’ nsfw so beware to those brave enough to read lmao.

ESRGEONWINGNVEWIUH THIS IS PERFECT-

ESPECIALLY THE PART FOR RIDDLE AND CATER OMG-

Anon, I love you, thank you for bringing us this delicious food.

Imagine the next day after this whole fiasco the next time they bump into any of the heartslaybyul bois or even chenya they just smirk and do the ‘shh’ gesture while winking, and the boi just becomes flustered lmao. And to make it worse, MC would tease them with inside jokes throughout the day. Like if Ace gets splashed with water MC just leans close to whisper “You’re already this soaked, aren’t you?” and Ace almost tripped from both the water and MC’s words. Or when Trey starts to bake MC would remark “Oh my, a feast despite of even the lack of a birthday” And Trey almost dropped the cake batter if he didn’t recover sooner. Or like, let’s say that MC was roaming around the forest with Deuce or Chenya, and they managed to grab a hold of some honey. They shout out his name and go “If you want this nectar, then lick the dirt off my lap and show your sincerity.” and would cackle at their flustered face.

Even better, what they were caught slippin?

Like, after a dorm meeting Riddle was mumbling some lyrics and Leona overheard, causing to choke and sputter, while also looking at the other non-human dorm leaders to see if what he said was legit. Or Ace accidentally singing the chorus and Jade overherd, causing him to laugh and remark at how lewd the lyrics are. Both end up flustered and embarrased lol.

In short: Musical!MC being sneaky little menace they are and making everyone in the situation very flustered.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi :) I... really wanna read a fanfic or two but I can't find one I vibe with xD So... do you know one that's not too long (around 100k words maybe), has hurt and comfort, smut (am I allowed to ask about that?? Ahhhh) and a happy ending? Top!lock would be a bonus but it's not necessary. And if it's a nice AU (like... any kind but no crossovers pls), it would be perfect! :D By the way, I found your blog only a few hours ago and I already feel really comfy and Idk, kinda at home here ^-^

Hi Nonny!!!

Welcome to my corner of the Tumblrsphere!!! I’m so happy you’ve found me, LOL, because I love all my followers and friends! <3

First of all, I think it’s super cute that “not too long” to you is “around 100K” LOL LOL LOL!!! <3 That said, I’d argue all my fic recs are fabulous, LOL. But again, I’m stupidly proud of the wonderful lists I’ve accumulated, because it satisfies my organization kink LOL. And yes, you’re ALWAYS allowed to ask for smut here LOL. 

ANYWAY, so I’m gonna use this ask as an excuse to post up a long-overdue part two to my 50 to 100K fic list! But first, here’s some past lists for the genres you’re looking for:

FIC MASTER PAGES: PG1 || PG 2 || PG 3

Toplock (Mar 2020)

Omegaverse

Please Check PG 3 for all my AU fic lists. There’s a lot :)

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 1: Under 5K Words 

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 2: 5K to 10K Words

Fandom Favourites / Popular Fics

I hope those will get you started! So now, here’s the main event!! Hope you enjoy them!

50 - 100 K WORDS Pt. 2 (Novel Length)

See also:

Fics Under 2000 w.

Fics Under 2000 w. Pt. 2

Fics Under 2000 w. Pt. 3

E-Rated Johnlock for Newcomers Pt 1 (Short Fics under 20K)

Novella Length Fics: 25 to 50K (Aug. 2019)

Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K (Nov. 2018)

Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. (May 2019)

Long S3/Post-S3 Fics (20K+ w.) [Apr 2020]

Top 20 Fave 40K+ w. Fics (April 2017)

Smut-Free Fics Over 50K (Aug 2019)

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Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Never Change a Running System by Lorelei_Lee (E, 54,246 w. || Pre-TRF, Romance, Humour, Drama, Sex Toys, Anal, Rimming, Masturbation, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Public Sex, First Kiss / Time, Virgin Sherlock / Loss of Virginity, Accidental Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Experiments, Naive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Straight With an Exception John, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock discovers his sexuality – with far-reaching consequences for John.

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of the SpaceBois go to Space series

The Thing Is by TSylvestris (E, 56,743 w. || Case Fic, Dev. Rel., Anal/Oral, Blow Jobs, Meddling Mycroft, Drama, Romance, Humour, Casual Encounters, Pining Idiots, Possessive Sherlock, Orgasm Delay, Rough / Alley Sex, Public Sex, John Whump, Drugged John, Emotional Love Making, Awkward Relationship, Marriage of Convenience, Switchlock) – The problem with living with Sherlock, John thought, was that you never, never, ever knew the significance of anything. Like your flatmate's nose buried in your hair. Whilst you're in bed. Part 1 of Nitroglycerine

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This Thing All Things Devours by cypress_tree (E, 63,844 w., 15 Ch. || In Time AU || Science Fiction, Dystopian Universe, First Meetings, Action / Adventure, Romance) – In 2169, time is money—literally. Humans are genetically engineered to stop aging at 25, when the numbers on their arm start counting down from one year. When that time is up, they die. The only way to get more time is to earn it, borrow it, or steal it.John Watson lives day-to-day in the crowded slums of Zone 13. He never imagined living any differently—until he meets the practically-immortal Sherlock, and helps him on a case to track a local time-thief...

The Bells of King's College by SilentAuror (E, 64,019 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Missed Opportunities, Angst with Happy Ending, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, John POV, Jealous John, John in Denial, Travelling / Holidays, Virgin Sherlock, Wedding Proposals) – It's only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths...

Hell Sent, Heaven Bound by ConsultingHound (M, 64,381 w, 16 Ch. || Angels / Demons AU ||  Fallen Angel Sherlock / Angel Cop John, Alternate First Meeting, Slow Burn, Case Fic, John & Lestrade are Friends Before Sherlock, BAMF John, Mind Palace John, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Sherlock Picks Out John’s Clothing, Clubbing / Dancing, Mildly Jealous John, Awkwardness, Kidnapping, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Sacrifice, Worried / Anxious Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Immortal to Mortal) – Ex-War healer and current angelic guard John Watson is not having the best day. He overslept, he’s underpaid, and now there’s someone tagging the Council’s building walls. However things may be about to get interesting: there’s an unusual stranger hanging around (the definition of tall, dark, and handsome), a literal underground cult is brewing, and rumblings are coming from hell. Can he keep his neighbourhood safe, how and why is he being connected to all this, and who the hell is Sherlock Holmes?

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Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

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[randombtsprincessa]

Bells and Roses

All Rights Reserved © Randombtsprincessa/Tulips98

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Park Jimin x Reader (2nd POV)

Words: 4.4k

Genre: Smut

Summary: You pay your muse a visit. Or alternatively; you and Jimin haven’t defined a relationship but does it stop you from turning it wild? Lol no.

Warning: Jimin dancing, no real relationship defined, pink! Jimin, a lot of handsy behaviour, fingering, oral (female receiving), riding, sub! Jimin, unprotected sex (be safe kiddos)!

A/N: Happy Birthday, my love, my life, my beautiful Park Jimin! I was inspired for this fic from Cake Waltz! You can listen to it while reading this!

I love feedback!

An idle glance was cast at the delicate chain watch circling your wrist, eyes flickering over the glittery digits before returning to the front of the hall. A hush fell over the murmuring crowds surrounding you, the well-dressed masses shifting and straightening in their plush seats with their eyes drawing to the front as well where the spotlights had been directed.

You waited keenly, the rest of the ambient lights dimming till darkness hid you in its embrace, masking away the slight change in your face, if any occurred.

You, of course, knew it was inevitable. You were an expressive person, some might say a little highly strung, but it was all in a day’s work. You were here to have fun, let loose. Maybe even get another stroke of inspiration but you weren’t going to be specific about it.

This wasn’t about you, not really.

The curtains rose and colors exploded in your vision.

A dusky shade of pink was first, circling spotlights forming a halo upon the wooden stage where stood perfectly posed, curled ballerinas in glittering costumes of the same pink. The pink light dimmed, the ballerinas sinking to the floor with their feet curled behind them, a bow of sorts.

Another light burned, a blinding silver this time, hitting just the edge of the curtains and unbidden, your body lurched forward in anticipation.

The light flickered, building tension as a brush of strings echoed, followed by a deep thrum of beats that pulsed in your blood. It was an unusual combination, mellow, sweet tinkles that contrasted against the sultry bass, sending chills down your back.

The spotlight was back and from it – just as the beat dropped – emerged the reason why you were here, sitting among people who held no delight for you.

The figure threw itself into a spin that had you gasping in concern, feet flying over where a head should be, before landing squarely in the centre of the second spotlight, this time a raging purple. Loose, white shirt that hung around the torso and black tights caught the light, glinting and winking at the audience with its sequins.

No, your delight lay in this, watching the figure unfurl, standing straight and proud, a tilt to his head that had him eyeing the crowd, a particular trance in those orbs that made you bite into the glossed surface of your lip.

The ballerinas moved in synchrony, as they reached up on their toes, a perfect throw arabesque pointing towards the figure of your interest but he still didn’t move, taking his time to study the audience that watched. You sent a silent thanks to the darkness that shielded you because when he was done, he turned his back to the stage before opening the dance with a pirouette, a brush of his fingers trailed onto each dancer that had been turned to him.

You slumped in your seat, chin stuck to your chest as headiness clouded your mind. Your eyes never strayed, fixed on the man that pranced, settled and then took flight (almost literally) on the stage. The bass never seemed to reduce his pace, his feet, encased in white, following the faerie precision of the composition.

The dance was a mix of his contemporary and ballet, the ballerinas more an accessory on the stage, paling next to his vitality but of course you could be biased. It wasn’t like you even saw what the girls and boys in the tutus were doing. Your eyes were fixed on the man who with a roll of his neck, turned a seducer and then as innocent with big glimmering eyes and a too familiar pout.

The music went on, and your delight soared with him.

It was almost too short but it was more than enough for you, overwhelmed as you got to your feet with the rest of the audience when they rose for a standing ovation.

He finished off the dance with an over exaggerated flourish, a mischief that he loved when he knew that he had rendered a mind blowing performance. His head was tilted again, eyes roving.

You could’ve sworn there was a hint of a smirk brewing on his face but there was no way it could’ve been aimed at you. You had shrouded yourself from him exquisitely. He had no business having that smirk on his face.

Park Jimin

The name lay as exquisitely upon your tongue as the finest wine, the sweetest delicacy. Meeting him had been the rarest coincidences, but knowing him now felt like serendipity. You had been a fresh out of college artist, eager with your skill and your degree.

Everything had been lovely until you were prompted to hold your own exhibition in one of your friend’s galleries and you were struck without inspiration. Landscapes…cityscapes…abstract…nothing seemed to fit. Canvases were discarded, paints tossed around, palettes and brushes broken in frustration and quite a few tears shed before an impromptu walk through the city landed you standing dubiously in front of the Theatre.

Slumped in one the same chairs as you had been, you’d laid eyes first on the lead dancer for Calico Dance Academy, the rising star. You had both been much younger back then but even then he had been graceful, sleek like a striking cobra and just as entrancing.

He had basically pried your third eye open with his beauty. So, when you learned that his doors were open for admirers, you knew you had to take your chance.

You gazed at the bouquet in your hand, clasped loosely within your fingers as you studied the flowers.

“How may I help you?”

You flinched at the customary questioned posed to you by the cheerful florist, soft cheeks lifting as she welcomed you to the counter.

“Yes, hi,” you stammered before clearing your throat. “I would like some flowers, please.”

“You’ve come to the right place.” The girl laughed softly, but not deprecatingly, moving to the side so you could see the arrangements behind her. “How would you like them?”

You studied the shelves, moving from the simple collection of a few stems tied neatly together to an extravagant affair of lilies and daffodils, too big for you to carry.

You thought back to the night before and the lapels of the man’s costume.

“Can I customize a bouquet, with sunflowers and roses? And could you add those small bells to it?”

It was relatively easier, finding Jimin’s delivery address and dropping the flowers off. The studio was not too big, considering the academy was still finding itself but Jimin was certainly quick to find you, following you out one day when you were done leaving the flowers at the front desk.

“Hey, you’re the secret admirer.”

You turned to see the beaming man taking quick steps towards you, still in a tight black shirt and leggings that enhanced his thighs. You were surprised to say he was much shorter up front and that much more beautiful.

He smiled at the startled look on your face and you could’ve sworn flowers blossomed from the cracks of the concrete sidewalk.

“You leave me flowers,” he prompted.

You nodded, more for your sake than his as he stuck out his hand. “It’s not much of a point being a secret admirer. Let’s make friends.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Some people would like a secret admirer.” You told him, catching his hand in yours nevertheless.

“Some people would also be creeped out by it but you seem nice. I’m Jimin, and you are…?”

You stared at the expectant look on his face, a part of you itching with some indescribable emotion.

“Y/N,” you managed at last. “I’m Y/N.”

Park Jimin proved to be a great friend. With the most charming disposition, he was also equally brainy. As clichéd as it seemed, he helped you see things that you didn’t in your not so humble artistic perspective. He was a storm, bubbling with gossamer energy and you had never been so grateful to have your life thrown in the path of so impressive a storm.

So, after a soft afternoon spent in the park with ice cream after his practice you popped your question.

“So…you know, I am a painter right?” you asked lightly.

Jimin slurped at his strawberry scoop delicately. “Yup,”

“I was, just thinking, you know, that – if you don’t mind awfully – I could paint…you, I guess.”

Jimin stopped with his tongue still gracing the side of his scoop, his eyes flickering to yours in amazement. “You want to…paint me?” He asked.

You shook yourself a little, ready to save face. “It was just a thought. I mean, you don’t have to even consider it. I know most people get freaked by the thought of getting painted and it’s a whole lot of hassle.”

Jimin cut you off, laughing as he streaked an ice cream soaked finger across your cheek. You squealed in turn, sliding away from him on the seat.

“Stop trying to put me off, Y/N. Of course, I’d model for you. I’d be honored. We can go now; I have all the time in the world.” Jimin leaned in and before you could even register the motion, he’d kissed the line of pink sugar from your skin, popping his lips as he did so, careless and ignorant of the way your eyes lingered on his mouth.

Four hours later, your masterpiece was ready of sorts. Jimin held still the way you told him to, hair fluffed as he stared out your window in one of his somber stage expressions.

“God, Y/N,” Jimin grinned, peering over your shoulder, watching you apply the small shades and contours to his neck and collarbones. You’d yanked his sweater down a little, much to Jimin’s amusement to reveal the sharp bones beforehand. You thanked your insight now; they looked beautiful in the fading evening sunlight.

“Is that a good god or a bad god?” You halted your hand, staring at the picture in trepidation before Jimin laid a warm hand on your shoulder.

“Good, Y/N, I can’t wait to see myself up on your friend’s wall.”

You invited Jimin with your customary selection of flowers, delivered to his house this time, the invitation to the exhibition tucked within the stems.

It seemed Jimin was much more excited about the exhibition because he showed up an hour before you; seeking his picture while you ignorantly mingled, clueless until you spotted a familiar figure, studying the one picture you were responsible for.

“Jimin,” You called the man, his head tilted to the side as he stared at his likeness against the lavender wall.

“Y/N,” he greeted, not looking at you, thankfully because you were blatantly staring at your friend.

You had never had occasion to see Park Jimin in a suit but by god, it was a sight.  

Tight black satin clung to his figure, stretching over his shoulders and hugging his waist. “I see you found your picture.” You had to smile.

Jimin turned to you with a smirk. “I don’t know if it’s the lighting or the finishing touches but I do look mighty fine. You picked a fantastic model.”

You shoved at him. “That’s just your ego talking. I have it on good authority that the painting is just fine.”

He pouted at that. “What have I said about the self depreciation, Y/N?” He didn’t wait for an answer, aiming a hopeful look at his own self. “So, when do you need another painting of a hunk?”

It was during the third painting that you and Jimin ended up on your too messy bed. Fast, rough and brilliant, Jimin rolled off of you in a daze, eye glimmering in the shadows.

“If I’d known you felt that good, I’d have jumped on you sooner.” You managed in a huff, causing Jimin to break out in a guffaw that lasted well into the minutes that you took to clean up and slip into a nightgown.

He stayed on his back, gloriously naked with no signs of wanting to pull the comforter up across his body. You stepped cautious when you saw that the light in his eyes had changed, something deeper and serious flickering in them now.

“What’s wrong?” you’d asked.

Jimin was mum for a while before speaking, “I don’t want you to think of this the wrong way.” He said slowly before wincing, realizing the start had been wrong itself.

He sat up, finally tugging on the covers to recover some dignity. “I meant, I don’t want you to think that I’m just into the whole wham-bam-thank you ma’am thing.”

You continued to frown, silence prodding him into further speech.

“I want this, I really do but I don’t know how much time I can devote to you.” He said finally.

You broke out laughing. “Jimin, you know we don’t have to define a relationship just because we slept together one time. We can still be friends.”

“I don’t want to just be friends though. I want to define something, just in case you go and find some other muse.”

It had taken a few days to discuss out terms to define a relationship between you and Jimin. Both of you were busy people, what with your exhibits picking up and needing you to focus on extensive travel while he toured for his own shows.

You didn’t want to look it to face but you knew Jimin was a very attractive man with a healthy amount of libido that needed to go around along his charisma. That was one of the first things you’d brought up; exclusivity. However, your friend turned potential lover had quickly shot the idea down, vehemently stating he would very much appreciate some form of stability, something solid to come back to.

Did that answer any of your questions? No, neither did you manage to put a finger to what exactly it was that Jimin and you were.

However, it did not stop either of you from falling into bed with each other whenever Jimin and you happened to be in the same city.

You were at your florist again; much more upright and sure of your order this time as you smiled at the long term girl friend behind the counter.

“Y/N! It’s been a while.” She greeted, straightening the uniform cap perched on her bleached hair.

“Hey Solji, yes it has.” You agreed, your eyes screening the assortment of flowers.

“I take it the special receiver of the flower is back in town then?” She asked, moving to the usual selection of sunflowers, fresh and dewy, high near the sun.

“How do you know?” you gasped, looking around as Solji smirked, wrapped a pretty blue paper around the roses and sunflowers.

“I’ve been wrapping flowers for a good many years, Y/N. I’ve seen a lot of flower givers. You’re timed and only get one particular customization. Of course, he or she is special.” She plucked out a tiny string of small bells before tying the package off.

“Pretty observant, I’ll have to be more careful.”

“Or one day you can just introduce us,” she teased back, cashing you out. The soft giggles followed you a good way as you carried the bouquet towards Jimin’s building.

It had been a few months since Jimin had moved out of the small apartment that he’d had to share with roommates. With the success and acclaim that followed his dancing troupe, he had purchased an apartment of his own, making it easier for you to show up whenever you wanted to.

You deigned to be sneaky about your approach, leaving a small painting of his last performance, on cheap canvas first at his doorstep, sliding it in and ringing the doorbell, quickly concealing yourself in the alcove of the stairs. You watched the door swing open quickly before a head peeked around, looking slyly around before shutting the door again.

You let out a giggle, flitting down again to place the bouquet in front of the door when the door flew open again, nearly scaring you into heart palpitations as you were met by the crinkle eyed grin of none other than Park Jimin.

Clad in baggy grey pants and a pale blue shirt, stood the man who’d been your muse ever since you’d laid eyes on him. As your eyes drifted over his features you fixated on one change that had you gaping.

“Jimin,” you gasped out, “…your hair is pink!”

On his part, he looked sheepish, raising a hand to pat at his head before opening the door wider to let you slide in, swiping the bouquet from your hand and taking a whiff.

“Ah, my favorite,” he sighed, complacent as you looked down the apartment you hadn’t stepped into for months now.

The deep, woody scent of new furniture still lingered, clearly from having been locked ever since he got it and you wondered if you should’ve gotten a bigger bouquet so he could smell something better than varnish.

The sweet bliss of his arms wrapping around you diverted your attention, turning to look up at him.

“I saw your name in the audience listing.” He mumbled, lowering his head to nuzzle within the crook of your neck.

“And hence the smirk,” you realized, placing both hands on his chest. “You knew I was there. And here I thought, I’d surprise you,”

“I always check audience listings in case some company is scouting.” He shrugged before smiling slyly. “So, did someone miss me?”

“Nope,” you shrugged away, walking off to remove your coat, knowing that Jimin was sporting a spectacular pout by now. Such a spoilt baby…

“Ugh, come on, I missed you, you know…pay attention!” He whined, catching you near the couch, back to wrapping his arms around you.

Spinning you around he caught your lips in a nostalgic kiss, scorching in the way his plump petals caressed yours, trying to find a break in your armor.

You let him find it, wrapping your arms around his neck as he tugged you closer, a satisfied hum escaping the pair of you, his hand drifting over your waist and back before pulling away.

“I wanted to come back ever since I got on the plane you know,” he told you.

You smiled, remembering the pained expression with which he had dropped your hand, disappearing through security with his eyes returning to you every few seconds.

“I know, I could tell.” You brushed kisses over his jaw line.

He tilted his head back before looking down at you, amber eyes glinting in the afternoon sun beaming into his living room. “Stay with me.” He whispered, a lull of command in his voice that made the dull ache in your stomach sharpen, keening you towards him.

He raised his eyebrows in a way that told you he knew his effect on you and you allowed him to bask in the knowledge. “I already planned to.” You let him know.

“Good, because I’m taking you to bed and not letting you up until we’re hungry and gross.” He said, not waiting for a reply as he tugged on your hand, leading you further into his home.

You barely had time to glance around the space before Jimin was locking the bedroom door, pressing your bodies up against it and leaning over you. Warm breath wafted over your bottom lip when he brushed his against your tingling skin.

Your hands crept up his back, moving to pink fleece on his head. It must’ve been hard to maintain it without getting it fried completely but the strands felt silky enough with your eyes closed.

Jimin walked backwards, hands drifting down to his shirt and pulling it off and moving to his windows, drawing the shades and casting the room in gloomy lighting.

“Come on then,” he grinned and you followed, pulling at your clothes until they decorated your steps towards him where he sat on his bed, watching you with his lip caught between his teeth. The strip tease probably wasn’t as sexy as you wanted it to be but at least you tried and by the looks of it, it was enough.

Jimin’s hands wrapped around your waist, squeezing with abandon. “I missed your skin, your warmth.” His eyes drifted to you lazily, his fingers moving to the band of your simple underwear. You placed your hands on his shoulders, balancing yourself as he began to tug the garment down your legs, the action even more erotic when he groaned; catching sight of your glistening slit.

Jimin’s thick fingers landed first at your knees, slipping around the back and sliding upwards, his eyes still glued to yours, minutely examining each expression or change that passed over your face. The way you tilted your head back before down again to look at his actions, the small pants; they were only making Jimin harder, wanting to rip into you with wild, wicked intentions. He held control, of course, no need to rush.

His breath hitched when his thumb finally made contact with the apex of your thighs, eyes flashing to the point of contact before up at you again. Was that a hint of apprehension?

“You’re already wet.” He mumbled, your eyes fluttering and cheeks reddening but you held fast to him.

Jimin had clearly been working out. His shoulders were broader; muscles more pronounced at you latched yourself on them while he attended to you in his gentle yet teasing ways.

And then he lowered his mouth…

You were glad that you had had the foresight of grabbing Jimin before because even before those luscious lips touched your skin, you were buckling, a rampant moan escaping you when he carefully parted your slick flesh, exposing your clit to his punishing tongue. Jimin pulled away, his tongue swirling before retreating back.

“I missed your heat.” He said before diving back in.

There were few things in your life that compared to Jimin giving head. Maybe the first time you had seen him naked, his skin glowing but still full, nothing chiseled about him as of then. Now he was harder, his planes more defined but you loved him just as much, the rake of your fingernails still shone the same and your kisses worn with as much pride as he used to.

Jimin was far into you for you to think much ahead. The way his hand migrated to hitch your leg up, placing it on the bed next to him to give him more access before dipping his fingers into you, curving the way he knew he reached your sweet spot, waiting for the groan to be satisfied before he returned to sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue pushing forward so he could collect more of your juices on his tongue.

He barely took a breath, finally pulling away and retracting his fingers from you gently, feeling the tightness of you close on his hand, trying to keep him there.

“Fuck, don’t be greedy, babe. You’ll get what you want.” He chuckled, deep and throaty. His eyes were nearly black now, pupils blown out.

You’d loved that, how he could be so fucked out even when he barely received any pleasure himself.

You removed your hands from his shoulders, studying him carefully. His cheeks were sunk in, a little more angular than you remembered. His biceps bulged where he leant on them, his thighs were thicker. You made a mental note to feed him while you had him here and another to ride his delicious legs while you were at it.

Jimin smiled a little at your scrutiny, “Y/N, what are you thinking?”

You didn’t answer immediately, instead reaching up to undo your bra, letting it drop at his feet. “I’m thinking…I want to ride you.”

Jimin’s mouth dropped, you could see him clearly swallow before he was nodding. “Yeah, okay, we can make that happen.”

He began to back further onto the bed but you stopped him, placing a hand on his knees to bunch the material of his sweats and tugging at them.

Your lover gave you a wide eyed stare. “Like this?”

Your eyes ran up the newly acquired abs, placing a kiss directly on them. He clenched at the contact. “Like this,” you whispered.

Jimin was quick to lose the sweats at that, eyeing you for further instruction as you flicked your hair behind you, placing a knee on the bed beside his hip and the other on his chest, anchoring yourself as he held himself at the base, angling the tip to brush against your entrance. You sighed, the thrum of his groan as you sat down on him bracing you.

The stretch burned you deliciously, the girth of him sliding against the right spots as you tried to get him in as deep as you could.

Jimin’s back arched, the tips of his fingers digging into the skin of your hips as he mumbled unknown, unheard words. His eyes opened to see you kneeling over him.

“Fuck me, please.” He begged, a hint of desperation plaguing him that you couldn’t ignore.

Raising yourself, still using your hands for support, you dropped back down, using his pants of breath as a metronome, your hips gyrating and thrusting in time with him.

Jimin lay obediently still below you, letting you fuck the both of you into a pleasurable oblivion. His skin was starting to collect sheen.

You bent over him, feeling him whimper before bracing himself against the floor and thrust up into your warmth. His hands moved up your back, digging into certain special spots before wrapping into your hair, trapping you against him as you sunk your teeth in his shoulder, hiding cries of pleasure that he could hear anyway.

“Are you close?” He asked, yanking on your hair to look at your face, contorted a little.

“So close,” You arched your back, further pushing your body into his skillful hands.

“Good, me too, I want you to come with me.” Jimin let his hand cup a breast, while the other fell where your bodies connected. His thumbs set to work, rubbing sparks of extra pleasure into your peaking nipple and clit.

You whined, back tilting as your nails dug into his thighs as you exploded on top of him, a similar groan sounding below you as Jimin let go as well.

You felt his seed flood you as you convulsed on him and you probably would’ve toppled over if Jimin hadn’t sat up, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you close while he kept thrusting, slowly letting you both come back down to earth.

By the way his hand moved back to your ass, a light squeeze placed on it, you knew you were far from done.

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Hana Chapter Four is up!  Hana: Confusing In A Good Way

Summary: 

It's finally happening, the sparks are flying at the beach on a day off with friends. Missy and Shinsuke finally come to terms with how they feel but they aren't quite ready yet, but they know they feel some growing Chemistry.

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Shinsuke called Missy early in the morning, seeing she hadn't responded to the message in the group chat about an outing to the beach. He wanted to make sure she'd go too.

Missy rolled over and grabbed her phone. “Hello Missy Baxter speaking.” She Said sleepily.

"Hello Sleepy head!" He said cheerily.

Missy laughed. “You make absolutely no sense.” She jokes. “So what’s up buttercup?” She rolled over and looked at the clock.

"You no see group chat? Beach adventure today!"

“I was sleeping.” She laughed. “Oh Shit! That’s today! Fuck! I forgot to buy a swim suit!

"I need one too. We stop at beach shop I know." He volunteered.

“Okay sounds like a plan. Meet you in the lobby? “ she said getting up and putting on clothes.

"Sure thing!"

It didn’t take long for missy to get dressed and head for the lobby. She was dressed in Bermuda shorts with a colorful tank top. Flip flops and aviator sunglasses. Her hair was in a ponytail. “Hey shin! “ she waved to him.

Shin had on Ray bands and a white Ultra Man tshirt with khaki cargo shorts and flip flops. "Missy-chan!" He called out.

Missy ran to Shinsuke. “I’m so excited! Should we take my car! It’s a Camaro!”

He waggled his eyebrows. "Very nice! Let's go!"

Missy walked him out to the care. I was a bright Red and black with a convertible roof. "So since you know the shop why don't you drive?" She said tossing him the keys.

"It my favorite color!" He said with a broad grin. He slid inside the front seat and put the top down. "We need music." He said, plugging in his phone. Michael Jackson's 'Bad' started playing and he made a face at her, dancing around behind the wheel.

Missy snapped a picture and posted it to insta. The comments poured. 'Would you two date already?" was one of them. She then decoded to film him and sing along and dance too. "Smile Shin! Team Kisshsa is rolling out!"

He started the car and backed out of the parking lot. He pulled onto the highway and sang, dancing.

Missy threw her hands in the air and yelled. “Waaaahooooo!” She was excited. “I can’t wait to see where are we going?” She asked.

"Maverick surf shop." He said proudly.

“Sounds fancy!” She yelled over the wind and music. “When will we get there?” She asked.

"Almost there." He said, turning the music down. Soon they were at the shop.

Missy looked at the shop. “This is awesome!” She said getting out of the car. She waited for him to get out of the car.

He stepped out and held the door of the shop open for her.

“My king.” She giggled and bowed. Missy saw the men’s suits and ran over grabbed a hot pink pair of board shorts. “These, You should wear these!” She laughed.

"Nah too pink!" He said, flipping through outfits.

Missy guffawed. “I lied this is perfection.” Missy held up a metallic gold banana Hammock. “Perfect!” She laughed.

He took it from her and lay it over his crotch, pointing I in her direction. "Gold my color!"

Missy blushed profusely. She had noticed his body before, and she’s had thoughts about him. She turned bright red. “Yeah it certainly is!” She laughed.

"That's it, I buy this one." He turned towards the register. "Or should I try it on first?"

Missy bit her lip. “Try it on?” She suggested nonchalantly.

He walked into the fitting room, shutting the curtain behind him. He lay his t-shirt, shorts, and blue boxers over the curtain rod.

“Shit Shin I was kidding!” She laughed. Oh god she was not ready for this. She was probably gonna melt Into a puddle.

He flung the curtain back, hands on his hips with the gold stretched low across his body, showing off the little bit of V he had.

Missy clammed up. “Well then it’s certainly a look.” She laighed. Her eyes roamed his body and lustful thoughts entered her mind. That’s piece of fabric was so little she thought she saw some pubic hair. She looked at his V she desperately wanted to kiss and lick it.

"Gold my color? This like what Finn wear. I wear to beach?" He saw her face; it was the exact reaction he was looking for. Now he was just messing with her.

“Uhhhhh....yeah it certainly is.” She crosses her legs. “I mean if you want.” She laughed and fiddled with her hair.

"Send picture to group chat, show Finn!" He said proudly. "Look I make wrestler pose." He crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a sultry look.

Missy took out her phone and took pictures and sent t to the chat. “There sent!” She said pretending to not be having an internal battle against instinct and heart.

He wandered around the men's section in the speedo, the fabric showing off the roundness of his ass.

“Jesus fucking Christ that ass.” She mumbled. She found a pair of board shorts with a sunset and palm trees on them. “HERE!” She Said. “These would suit you better!” She then went to the women’s section and looked at conservative one pieces for herself.

He followed her and picked up a suit. It was a high waisted white two-piece with red cherries on it. "That one cute!"

“I dunno I’m too big for it.” She said sheepishly. He was still wearing that. “For god’s sake change your clothes!” She laughed.

"What I'm comfortable! And you would look great!" He held the suit up to her body and eyeballed it.

“Shin pleeeease! If I try this on will you change?” She asked slightly embarrassed.

"Yes!" He agreed. "We go change, then wear our suits to the beach." He smiled. "Or I keep this one?" He wiggled his hips and moonwalked.

“You’re a dork!” She laughed as she went and changed. She put the suit on and stood looking at herself. She poked her head out. “Shin I dunno!”

He was already in the board shorts, sitting back in one of the beach chairs waiting for her. "Let me see!"

Missy slowly came out of the changing room. She stood up. The suit accentuating her curves, she looked like a plus size 1950’s bombshell.

Shin looked from her toes up, his gaze lingering on her thighs, her hips, then her breasts. Her curves were beautiful and the white suit brought out the blue in her eyes. "Hana you look beautiful."

“Oh you think so!” She said excitedly as she twirled around. She took her hair out as she did so two could play this game. She posed liked a model. “I don’t know I’m kinda chubby.” Her hair tie fell on the floor and she bent over to pick it up.

Shin bit his lip, watching the curve of her ass as she bent down. He visibly squirmed in his chair.

Missy stood up and flipped her hair back. She stretched and her chest was on display along with her thighs. 'I like this suit." She said.

Shin could barely breathe. He was thinking about he straddling his waist, throwing her hair back as she rode him. He was so caught up in list he barely heard her.

“Hey space boy." She waved her hand at him. "Thanks for picking this out." She took his hand. "Lets go! Did you pay? I need to pay."

He snagged the tag off her swimsuit. "I pick out, I pay." He looked down at the board shorts. "You sure gold not better?" He asked, laughing. He gathered up his clothes he has worn in, slipping on his shirt.

“Board shorts are more you." She said squeezing his hand. "Thank you Shin, this has ben really nice so far." She gathered her clothes and walked away her hips swinging.

He bit his lip and followed, paying for the suits before he headed to the car.

Missy got in and she pulled out her phone. “You know where this secluded beach is?” She asked him tossing her hair.

He nodded, putting his ray bans back on so she wouldn't catch him staring. "Yeah I do. What Finn say about my picture?

"

“Oh!” She pulled up the phone. “He said you dared him didn’t you, never dare Nakamura he just doesn’t care lol.” Missy laughed.

Shin nodded. "Life too short to not do things." He said. "Even if I not in best shape...when I ever going to run around in gold speedo?"

Missy blushed. “I dunno I thought you looked pretty good in that speedo. Certainly fit your sparkling personality.” She said trying to cover her tracks. She had always thought Shinsuke was attractive but she thought of him as a friend first and now, that feeling of wanting more was bubbling to the surface at an alarming rate.

He smiled at her. 

"Yeah?" He pulled out onto the highway. Soon they pulled into the parking lot of the beach, Prince playing.

“Yeah, You’ve always had such a great personality.” She said to him. Hiding her inner conflict. “Wow this place is beautiful!” She stated getting out of the car.

He nodded. "I surf here sometimes, nice place."

 “Come on.” She reaches for his hand. “Let’s go have Some fun!” She spoke excitedly.

Shinsuke let her lead him to the beach. He greeted everyone. "Hey!" "No Speedo Shin?" Becky called out. "It was pretty sexy!" She grinned, eyeing Missy.

Missy let go of Shin’s hand. “I think it matched his sparkling personality!” Missy said bumping into Shinsuke. “You know he’s so sweet.” She smiled.

"You're looking pretty fine there, Missy." Kevin said, winking at her. "I pick out outfit, isn't she cute? Like pin up girl!" Little more than cute, he thought.

Missy punched him in the shoulder playfully but a little too hard. “Thanks for picking it out. I haven’t felt this good in a while.” Missy blushed. “Oh Kevin you hound dog.” Becky smiled. “Hey missy come help me with something.”

Becky led Missy to the car to help her carry the cooler of drinks. "Girl, your eyeballs are basically hanging out of your skull."

Missy blushed. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” She said taking an end. “Shinsuke and I are friends.”

"Yeah, and you're pretty much all over him, aren't you? I saw that picture and I died, I know you were dying. He is fine! Get him girl!"

“I dunno Becky.” She replied meekly to her friend. “I don’t know if he likes me back.

"Shinsuke seriously, if you don't ask her out I will!" Sami said. "She's a fox!" Kevin added.

Missy looked to Becky. “I honestly don’t know if he likes me back. It was easy with Hideo and Finn and Shinsuke is just. I don’t know. Shinsuke can do better than me.”

"Honey, have you not seen the way he looks at you? He's been eyeballing you for a while now!" Becky said incredulously. 

“Has he? When did you notice? Was it just today?” She said blushing she looked over at Shinsuke.

"Honey, he's been making moony eyes at you forever. Look at him!" Shin has his shades on but as she watched he turned his face to the pair.

Sami looked at shin. “Come on dude. Seriously she’s got it bad for you!” Sami spoke.

Missy sighed. “Yeah forever. Has he ever said anything about me when we’re my hanging out?”

"Shin's pretty quiet when it comes to personal things but there's no denying how he looks at you." She said.

Shin stole another glance at Missy. "Think so?" He asked. "Shinsuke, she wants to smash." Kevin laughed.

Missy looked at Shinsuke. She bit her lip. “God I don’t know if I can do it again, but I really feel for him. Like I can’t stop thinking about him.”

 Sami laughed. “Shinsuke bro, she keeps looking at you, you two always hang out, and just notice how much she touches you. She’s into you.”

"Enough talking! Go get him!" Becky said as she sat the cooler down. "Go talk to him!" Shin watched her from behind his shades. When they sat the cooler down he stood and walked over. He looked at Missy before he went in the cooler to get a beer.

Missy blushed. “So you surf here often?” She asked him. She opened the cooler and grabbed a hard mikes. “Well not often as in like Fuck okay I can’t English apparently.” She laughed.

He grinned. "It okay, sometimes I can't English too." He smiled. "I surf here when I'm here. Twice a week."

Missy nodded. “I’ve always been interested in surfing.” She touched his arm. “You’ll have to teach me sometimes!” She smiled at him. “Oh by the way I saw one of your old wrestling outfits absolutely wonderful.” She laughed.

"Which one?" He asked with a smile. "Yeah, I teach you sometime."

 “That little red number when you were probably like,18.” She laughed. “Of course I’ve had some questionable outfits.” She smiled. She looks to Becky. “How am I doing?” She mouthed.

Becky smiled shook her head no. Shin smiled at her. "I in better shape then." He teased as he took a drink.

Missy looked at Shinsuke. “I dunno I think you’re in great shape now. I honestly don’t see the difference.” She told him. “Only thing that changed is your hair, it looks nicer longer. “ she said moving some of it out of his face. “It suits you.” Her hand came to rest on his chest.

He gave her a smile and covered her hand with his own.

Missy peaked at Becky as if to say better? Missy blushed and sipped her drink. He traced his chest. The boys were hitting each other. She traced a shape on his chest. “You’ve Always been impressive. Don’t sell yourself short.”

He grinned at her. "You too Missy-chan." He looked around. "Why everyone on land? Let's go swim!"

 “Race you!” Missy said as she tagged Shinsuke and ran for the water. “You won’t catch me!”

Shin dashed after her, Becky, Finn, and Sami following behind. Kevin stayed on the beach drinking.

Missy dove into the water and stay submerged for a while and came up flipping her hair back like a mermaid.

Shin glided under the water and surfaced, his wet hair in his face.

Missy looked at him. He looked beautiful. “Well then looks like I beat you!” She joked to him smiling.

He nodded. "Yeah, ya did!" A splash of water caught him across the back of the head. 

"Hey you two! There are other people here ya know!" Becky jeered.

“Oh gee I didn’t notice.” She splashed Becky and got shin in the process.

He shook the water from his face and together he and Becky splashed Missy. Finn swam to Missy's side and started helping her.

Missy was giggling and smiling as she and Finn splashed them. Missy moved closer and closer until she tripped over and rock and fell onto Shinsuke knocking them both down.

Shin pushed her up out of the water first, coughing and sputtering as he came up.

“Shit Shin I’m sorry.” She said moving hair from his dad and touching him all over. 

“Are you okay?” She wipes water from his face.

He chuckled. "I'm okay! Just water!"

“Oh okay.” She turned bright red and realized how she was touching him. “Becky a word.” She said grabbing her friend.

"What?" Becky said, an amused edge to her voice.

“Heeeeelp.” She said Becky. “He thinks I’m an idiot. And what is so funny?” She asked.

"You are the least smooth character I have ever met!" She chuckled. "And I swear if he can't see you'd into him, he's dense!"

“How can I be smooth?” She asked. “I dunno this was so easy before being with him and now I just wanna kiss him!” She said nervously.

"Well then kiss him! Find a way to get alone with him and go for it! You'll know if he wants it. His body will tell you."

“I feel like a teenager. I’ve kissed men before but he’s different I feel like I’ve forgotten everything. How will I know? What should his body do?” She asked a nervous wreck.

"You know! You make eye contact and if he holds it, move in reeeeal slow. You know how this works! Its just Shinsuke!"

Missy laughed. “Yeah.” She looked to Shinsuke. Missy started a game of splashing. After she started to get everyone she got to Shinsuke. She splashed him hard. “Gotcha!” She giggled. “Bet you can’t get me!” She winked at him and dove under the water.

He followed behind her, surfacing by a rock.

Missy laughed and ran from him along the rock. “Come ooooon!” She did his little pose to tease him.

He followed her, reaching out to tag her.

Missy moved to the side of the rock away from him. “Hey where’d you go?”

He peeped around the rock. "Hey!"

Missy smiled. “There you are!” She giggled.

He swam be him her, putting her between him and the rock. He smiled at her. "Why you hide from me?"

Missy turned around and looked at him. “ Cause we’re playing a game.” She told to him.

"Hide and seek?" he asked. 

“I guess.” She said moving a piece of seaweed off him. She touched his chest. “I think we’re playing a different game though. One that’s a little more dangerous. “ She spoke deliberately,  drawing shapes on his chest. She looked up at him. Her blue eyes gazing up into his beautiful brown ones. 

He looked down at her hand on his chest and back up to her face.

There was a spark there. She could feel the tension and the heat building. She leaned up and brought her face closer. “A game that we’re playing with our hearts.” She said her lips inches from his.

He moved closer, his lips brushing hers chastely.

 “You want it.” She breathed after his brushed hers. She kissed him sweetly.

"I want to try." He said, pushing her gently against the rock. He gave her another kiss.

 “I want to try too.” She kissed him again. 

He intensified the kiss, his hand on her hip.

Missy kissed him back giving the kiss more umph. She wrapped a leg around his waist.

He slid an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as the waves ripples around their chests.

Missy moaned into the kiss lightly. The tension getting unbearable.

"Hey what are you two-" they broke the kiss suddenly to look at Finn, who was sporting a wide grin. "Oh ho!"

Missy blushed. She looked at Shinsuke half hoping to go back to kissing.

Shin winked at Finn. "Exploring!" Finn grinned broadly. "I'm so telling everyone."

Missy moved away from Shinsuke and kinda just wanted to hide. She started to move from the two men.

He reached for her hand and grasped it. "Finn!" Shin said, making a zipping motion across his lips. "Go play with others." Finn was still grinning ear to ear. "Alright, alright. Secret safe for now."

Missy looked up at Shinsuke. “Well that was fun, guess we will never do that again.” She laughed nervously.

He moved so his back was against the rock this time and he pulled her close, giving her another sweet kiss.

Missy kissed him back, sweetly. She stopped. “Shin, what does this mean?” She asked timidly. She put her hands on his chest.

"I don't know." He admitted. "But I like it."

“I like it too.” She started to kiss him sweetly.

He pulled back. "This is confusing." He replied with a small smile.

“In a good way?” She asked him. “I hope in a good way.”

He nodded. "In a good way."

@shinnakafan384 @loveshinsukenakamura @wrestlethedevil @pikapuff316

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VIXX: Shangri-La in Sydney 171127

[Photo: Johnny Au for Hello Asia]

“What a bunch of wonderful dorks who can dance and sing good!” is my major takeaway from this show.

Firstly can I say I am bitter and sad that I didn’t get the VIXX fan at the merch stand because it was SOLD OUT. It was so pretty! And affordable! I just wanted to pretend I was in the Shangri-La MV sob. That was by far the saddest part of the evening. @proteinscollide can testify I got all sulky about it.

But on going in every attendee got this card, awwww!! (That’s all I got, in the cheapest seats. The higher tiers had stuff like autographed posters, access to a hi-touch, etc.)

Vixx started with a bang - Fantasy, complete with an explosion of streamers, followed by Desperate. The audio wasn’t great, and I think in the Big Top it’s just never gonna be that good for pop music, but they have such a nice energy and their choreo is so gooooood. The background visuals were slick throughout the night and everything just worked.

Love Me Do was so good and N’s dance break was SO GOOD, and oh my gosh I’ll never be over Chained Up. I do wish the lights had been less intense and flashy. Vixx are good enough that they didn’t really need the streamers or strobe lighting or the smoke machine - all that stuff was just distraction, tbh.

They then took a break to do some ments and chat about what each of the members had been doing, since it had been a while since they promoted as a group. They all sat down on chairs with the translator off-stage (like a disembodied voice!) and it was one of the most casual, relaxed ments I’ve ever seen.

Leo talked about being in the musical The Last Kiss, and Ken about being in Titanic, and each sung a bit of a song. We were also shown a photo of Ken winking, informed “Ken is winking”, and then witnessed a REAL LIVE WINK. Oh my god Ken why are you like this. (A recurring them thru the evening tbh.)

N had also been in a musical, though in Japan - they showed a photograph of him with one of his co-stars, who coincidentally had also been in Leo and Ken’s musicals! A small musical world, clearly. N then sang a little, after initially pretending to forget the words, then sang so much that Ken trolled him and yelled STOP again oh my god Ken.

Hongbin had been in a drama and showed us various cute photos including him in a ridic apron. Hyuk filmed a drama and a movie, I think? And Ravi had done solo rap stuff - which included a tour date in Sydney earlier in the year - and hosting TV show Style Follow.

Leo and Ravi teased us by singing a little bit of Vixx-LR’s Whisper; and Ravi was adorably flustered when he initially kept forgetting the words.

They then sang a couple of slower songs, still in their seats, before disappearing off stage for costume changes.

A fascinating VCR played showing each member doing something very spooky and supernatural. Each of them was a callback to an MV, apparently, though tbh I didn’t make that connection straight away. Hongbin was in a room of mirrors, seeing a darker version of himself in the reflections; Ken was first blindfolded and then all glowy-eyed; I think Ravi was Chained Up? Leo had a voodoo doll? Hyuk was uh something? N had flowers… Sorry, my memory fails me.

ANYWAY then they came back in satiny red shirts for SHANGRI-LA, THE GREATEST CHOREO OF ALL TIME, FIGHT ME. I just love Shangri-La so much. The song, the fan dance, the everythingggggg.  Then they killed us all by following up with Black Out aka LEGSSSSS. Just leave me here forever ok.

They had another ment with various questions on post-it notes, which they took MUCH too much time selecting tbh, but in the end the results were cute:

Ken yelled “let’s get it!” like an enormous dork then spent like five minutes selecting a post-it. In the end he chose such a boring one - “what did you do during your flight” (by the way, all of them doing dubious scrunchy faces or making ‘uhhhhhhh’ sounds before they read out the English notes was super adorable) and he answered it so cheesily oh my god: “Thinking about Starlights!” he said, before another member said, “Okay but what did you REALLY do?” L O L. So yeah they all like, slept and ate and watched movies or read. Cool.

N was asked about sight seeing in Sydney - he said he and Ravi went to Bondi Beach and took photos, and walked across - “what was it called?” “The Harbour Bridge,” Ravi said helpfully.

Ravi took FOREVER AND A DAY to select a question, and in the meantime Ken was like a hyperactive child. In fact he was like that through the whole ment - constantly fidgeting, or dancing the cha cha, or trying to grab N’s hands, goodness.

Ok Ravi was asked about what he’d do after the concert - he said eat and sleep in the hotel. N called him boring and hit him, before helpfully adding that Ravi liked fish and chips. (Someone in the audience yelled out “678 Eastwood” which is the Korean restaurant EVERY SINGLE KPOP GROUP EVER dines at when they’re in Sydney. I have no doubt that’s exactly where they went. *checks facebook* Oh my god, the restaurant even pre-announced it, good lord.)

Leo was asked if he had visited the Opera House. He said he had gone yesterday on his own and walked around for two hours. He says while he has there (presumably at Opera Bar or nearby) he saw a girl lying on her boyfriend’s lap, and then a group of tipsy girls. One of the tipsy girls took his hat and his phone, and then took a video of herself - then one of the tipsy girls lay down in the boy’s lap and they took a video of that, and used Leo’s phone to send it to herself! He was stunned! (I AM ALSO STUNNED, OMG THE AUDACITY.)

Ravi then piped up with a story from the fish and chip restaurant. So someone asked him if he could please take a photo of them. He thought they meant a photo WITH him - but what they actually meant was a photo of THEM! So he took three photos for them L O L omg poor darling.

Hyuk finally took advantage of the true power of the post-its, i.e. to boss around one of his elders THAT TROLL, and picked one that asked Hongbin to do aegyo. Hongbin VERY RELUCTANTLY posed twice and then was embarrassed, lol.

Hongbin had a similar idea and picked one asking Leo to hop like a kangaroo. Without any encouragement whatsoever, N and Ravi began boxing like kangaroos, while Ken did his own hopping. Leo did eventually hop around and chased Hongbin across the stage for his trouble. But then Ken hopped around AGAIN and I think, oh my god, calling himself a “Kengaroo” oh my god.

Ment over! They sang a couple more slow songs, and then a few more fast ones including my beloved Error (my first Vixx song!), then came back for an encore during which Ken jumped so hard he split his pants and had to finish the stage with a towel wrapped around his waist OH MY GOD KEN WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.

So yeah I had a really good time! Honestly I’m not even sure they were all at max power - there were moments when I thought they were taking it a bit easy, or weren’t super in sync - but it was such a good, fun, entertaining show!

It’s a pity that the show didn’t sell out. The silver standing section looked especially under populated, and the bronze seats were cordoned off about two-thirds of the way up. 

I think Vixx are a bit of a victim of timing - the last show in a year full of many and very expensive shows, and for an audience that is for the most part younger (i.e. less income) and many of them probably studying at this time of year. Like, I’m a grown adult with a decent full time job, and even I find it pretty painful having to pay these super high prices.

I think the promotors have got to get a bit smarter. Space out the tours more, or drop the prices. High school and uni age ppl can’t be dropping like $150+ per show every two months or so. It’s just not feasible. And it’s not reasonable, in my opinion, for a show like this at the Big Top with minimal staging - bands come from Europe or the Americas, and charge far less than this.

Oh, one final observation - rather surprisingly we were told before the show that photography and videos were not permitted, and rather more surprisingly this was enforced. They weren’t draconian about it (I obviously got a few photos in) but there was a guard telling people to stop recording. Quite unusual! Pretty sure the last time this happened to me I was at some prestige indie show at the Opera House or similar… I’m surprised because it’s not as though they had any new material or secret stuff to showcase, and, like, it’s all free advertising really? And I really don’t get the idea that it’s a purer experience if you don’t use your phone during the show - I mean, it has a time and a place, yes, but a pop show is DEFINITELY the time AND the place!

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[netherbees]

*Warning: smut* RFA+V+saeran react to MC dancing sexily and them acting upon it *Wink wink*

 This was requested by @trustxfundxkid-jumin ^^ YAY lol

Oh right, ‘nother huge disclaimer is that Jumin’s had a ddlg kink ok? Ok, I don’t want any more negative feedback about it ‘cause it really hurt me when people criticised on my last post ^^ Anyway, yeah, I warned ‘ya!

*HUUUUGE DISCLAIMER THIS CONTAINS SMUT OK? OK HAVE FUN IT’S UNDER THE CUT SORRY FOR MOBILE USERS OK FUK U BYE*

Yoosung I was wearing nothing but white lace lingerie. I was standing behind Yoosung as he typed away, playing LOLOL. I clicked play on my phone and the song ‘Freak like Me’ from Adina Howard starts playing. This however, caught Yoosung’s attention. He took off his headphones and spinned his chair around only to find me standing there. His eyes went wide and a blush spread over his cheeks, so I smirked. With the music playing in the background, I slowly sank down into a squat like pose and spread my legs. I slowly roamed my hands down my thighs and bit my lip. I got up even slower and took a few steps towards him, bending down at my waist to be face to face with him and came THIS close to kissing him, but I pulled away. He let out a soft whine but shut up as I continued my moves. My hands were tangling in my hair as I rolled my hips to the beat, hoping my embarrassment wasn’t too evident. When I slowly bent down at my hips, my ass pushed into the air and my hands pointed at my bare feet, I looked over at Yoosung and saw him gently palming himself through his jeans. “Tsk tsk, bad bad boy, don’t do that without permission.” I scolded. I walked over and took his hand from his jeans to my mouth and gave it a sloppy, wet kiss. I got on my knees between his legs. Leaning back I bounced up and down lightly, making my boobs bounce. Yoosung looked like he was having a heart attack and I flipped my hair. I got closer to his crotch and let my hands roam his thighs, almost reached the bulge in his pants but not yet. Hearing Yoosung’s whimpers made me smirk and I got up. I threw both legs over his lap, one on either side.

I traced the side of my upper body with my palms and bit my lip. I could feel Yoosung twitch under me. Flipping my hair over, I place my hands on his shoulders and start grinding my hips onto his. I let out a restrained moan, bucking my hips. Yoosung gasps and places his hands firmly on my hips, bucking his hips against mine. I sing along to the main part of the song, getting off of him and making him whine. I tsk him and get on my knees, opening his jeans and still humming. Tugging his cock out of his underwear, it nearly hits his stomach. I gave him a smirk seeing how erect it was and wrapped my hand around his cock. I moved my thumb over the sensitive part of it’s head which seemed to make him whimper. “Please MC..” Yoosung moaned, which was more than enough for me. I wasted no time in wrapping my lips around his cock and taking it whole. I bobbed my head to the beat of the song. I hummed at the back of my throat which caused Yoosung to moan loudly. I’ve never seen someone cum this fast, but Yoosung suddenly started to twitch. I knew what was happening but I didn’t expect it to be so fast. Yoosung spurted hot cum right down my throat in a loud groan. I swallowed all of it happily before getting up and kissing his lips softly. “How did my good boy like that?”

Zen

Zen was sitting on the couch, silently reading his lines when he heard the song I’d just started playing. He looked up with a confused look before I ran my hands down his chest and softly started singing along. Zen tensed at my touch but soon enough relaxed and put the script to the side. “Hello, lovely Zen…” I whispered into his ear before walking around the couch to face him. He became red once he saw my lacey black lingerie and thigh high socks. I continued singing and started doing some moves. I moved and rolled my hips to the music and my hands made their way into my hair. Tracing around my boobs, I bit my lip as the chorus echoed in the room. I did a confident body roll. That seemed to send Zen over the edge as he pulled me by my waist and pushed me on the couch. I gasped but was

cut off by a rough kiss, Zen biting my lip harshly in the process. I let out a throaty moan as he grinded his hips. I spread my legs, my hands tangling into his hair. Zen’s eyes widened and he swiftly opened his jeans and pulled his rock hard cock out of his boxers. I bit my lip as he pulled my panties to the side and started rubbing me. I let out a soft squeak, needing air. “Fuck…” I whispered. Zen growled, shutting me up. suddenly he pushed into me, stretching my cunt. “Damn, so tight babe..” I blushed as I urged him to move. Zen took the signal and started pounding. After a little while I felt myself coming close, real close. Fuck, it never happened this fast, but at the way Zen was getting slower, I knew he was close too. “Together..” I said between gasps. Zen nodded before biting onto my shoulder. “Now” I let out a breath before cumming. “Fuck, Hyun!” I yelled out as he filled me up entirely with his hot cum. “Did you like that, babe?” He hoarsely whispered into my ear.

(Random POV change here I kept accidentally changing between POV’s so I went with this for the rest of the post!)

Jaehee

Jaehee was seated at the table on a simple wooden chair as I clicked play on my iPod. she looked up to see me in blue lingerie and black heels. I watched as her face flushed and she started stuttering, “i- uh M-MC? W-What…A-Aren’t you..cold?” I laughed lightly before placing your hands on your hipbones and starting to move your hips to the beat. I turned around and started rolling my hips, trying to keep your moves smooth. I could hear Jaehee gasp, and I knew how flustered she was. I started singing along to the song on the background and that is when I knew she lost it. I continued my sexy moves for a bit longer, still singing the song in the background. Jaehee stood up and walked over to you before smashing her lips on yours. You were taken aback slightly because of this but you liked it and kissed her back.

You started pulling her skirt up, and pulling her panties to the side. Fuck, you started rubbing her and you could feel that she was losing balance, so you took it to the couch.  You pushed her down and crawled ontop, feeling dominant. You roughly started kissing Jaehee again, your hand making it’s way under her shirt. You started kneading her right breast, the other hand down her panties again. This earned a throaty moan into your mouth. “C’mon love, cum for me…” You whispered, starting to rub faster. “Oh my..f-fuu…M-MC!” Jaehee moaned before cumming and soaking her white panties. “My, good job, Love” You praised which Jaehee awkwardly smiled at in return. You grew to find her flushed cheeks adorable, so you kissed each one and nuzzled her nose. You two spent the rest of the way cuddling ^^

Jumin

Jumin was just calmly playing with Elisabeth the 3rd when you came in and clicked play on your iPod. Jumin looked over only to tense up when he saw you; Red lace lingerie, black heels and red ribbons tied around each one of your wrists but neither of the ribbons stuck to anything + little cat ears. “Does Daddy like it?” Your voice was low and seductive as possible. “Daddy likes it very much, Kitten. Now what are you planning?” Jumin smirked and sat back on the couch, hearing the song you decided to play in the background. “This…” You bit your lip before moving to the beat of the song, bucking your hips and being as seductive as possible. You were really embarrasesd at first, but the way Jumin was looking at you, you knew he liked it. A lot. You continued your moves, the ribbons around your wrist hitting your thighs every once in a while.

You moved closer to Jumin, your heels clicking on the ground with every move and step. When you were right infront of him, you sank onto your knees and spread his legs. You looked at him with so much lust that it became too much for Jumin, he just had to do something. so he did. He grabbed you by the hips and pushed you down on the couch roughly, making Elisabeth the 3rd scurry away. He growled lowly at you, making you blush and you could already feel the heat radiating from your inner parts. The music still softly played in the background, which created a sort of atmosphere around you. You gripped Jumin’s hair and smashed your lips on his. His lips were soft and tender, yet rough. His hand found it’s way to your lace panties which earned a light moan from you. “Does Kitten like that?” Jumin asked in a teasing tone. You nodded desperately. “P-Please Daddy!” You whimpered lightly as his slender finger started rubbing you through your panties, making them wetter than they already were.

You bucked your hips up just to show how desperate you were, and Jumin took it as a sign to go. He slowly pushed your panties to the side and slid his finger right into you, earning a throaty moan from you. He loved pleasuring you even more than the pleasure you gave him. He started pumping his finger into your pussy and then slowly but surely, adding a second finger in. You were a whimpering mess on the brink of an orgasm. “D-Daddy..” You whimpered. Jumin nodded, urging you to cum. And you did. All over his fingers.

707/Luciel/Saeyoung

As usual, Saeyoung was typing away at his computer with his headphones on when you clicked play and walked into the room. He didn’t notice you, but you were gonna make sure he did. You took the back of his chair and spun him around, making him face you. You were in full kitten gear, ears, paws, lingerie with kitty paws on them and black heels. “Nyaa~ Hey handsome…” You bit your lip and bent down to his level before pressing your lips to his. “What’s this? I like it.” saeyoung said as you pulled away. “This… this is for you^” You let out a giggle before giving him a lap dance. 

saeyoung’s brain : HOLY FUCK A LAP DANCE DAMNIT

You flipped your hair to the side as each one of your legs was on either side of saeyoung. You sang along to the song ‘For your Entertainment’ “Take the pain. Take the pleasure. I’m the master of both” You sang, meaning every word of the lap dance. You slid your hands over his chest, removing his headphones from his neck. You got off him before starting to move to the beat, making some very suggestive moves and sliding your hand down your body. You could see how flushed saeyoung’s cheeks were, which made you smirk. Your fingers slid over your crotch before you bucked your hip and continued your moves. You even managed to slip a little paw bend in there while meowing. You pushed your thumbs into the band of your panties and pushed them down a little, which creates a google eyed saeyoung. “Mm, you want, saeyoung?” You purr, before straddling his lap. “Yeah…” saeyoung growled before picking you up and carrying you to the bed and throwing you down. He slowly inched his face towards your crotch and your eyes widen. “Meow for me little kitty~” saeyoung coos, and you obey. “Meow, meoow~~” Your voice i soft and squeaky, eager for your boyfriend. saeyoung kissed all around your crotch area, your lower abdomen, waist, outer thighs, inner thighs, inching close to your heat but never really reaching it, leaving you desperate. “saeyoung please!” You needed him. Your inner thigh got pinched harshly, making you wince. “Ow..” “Bad girl. I like teasing, remember?” saeyoung’s eyes were dark, and shone golden from inbetween your thighs. He bit down on your thigh, making you gasp. Licking, biting and sucking the spot by your heat, he gave you a hickey. A hickey. on your inner thigh. You whimpered as the cold air hit the warm spot. saeyoung then had enough fun and slipped your panties to the side. Two of his slender fingers slipped past your folds and into you, and you moaned loudly. “Fuuh…” You panted as he started pumping before giving your clit some soft kitty licks. You moaned loudly, panting. “Fuck, saeyoung I love you!” You panted before cumming all over his fingers/chin. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked all of your juices off, moaning lightly. “You don’t know half how good you taste, babe.”

V/Jihyun

V had taken the surgery a month or two ago and you were going to surprise him. You two hadn’t had sex yet and you wanted him to see you the first time between you two. so, you were gonna put on a little show for him. He had just come back from the park and had some pretty good pictures. He was looking through them when you stepped right in front of him in light grey panties and a darker grey bra. You were barefoot with your toenails painted white. You could hear V audibly gulp as you pressed play on ‘For your Entertainment’ by Adam Lambert. “My Dear, what are you doing?” You could hear his nervousness in his voice. You bit your lip as you slowly started to dance. V’s eyes widened, as he realised what you were doing. Your lips lingered by his as you inched closer to him before pressing yours to his.

“Take the pain. Take the pleasure. I am a master of both.” You sing as your movements become smoother. You move to the beat, your eyes never leaving V’s. V then couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed your hips and threw you over his shoulder. You sealed in surprise and let him carry you to the bedroom. He gently laid you down and crawled on top of you. “You could’ve just asked, Dear.” He whispered before grabbing a silver packaging from the bedside table. He ripped it open as I undid his jeans and boxers. He kicked them away and put the condom on his already hard erection. I licked my lips, staring at it. V kissed me tenderly and pushed me back down, positioning himself. “Are you sure?” You nodded and before you could say anything, V pushed into you. You gasped as he filled you up completely. “Holy… Damn…” You gasped as you tried to adjust to his length. V gave you a smile before starting to move. He started roughly thrusting into you, yet he was so gentle. You couldn’t quite figure it out but damn you were in the clouds right now so you couldn’t care less. After a while his thrusts became sloppier and his breaths ragged. Sweat glistened on V’s forehead as he came close to his orgasm, as did you. The familiar pleasure built up inside you. V suddenly released into the condom with a grunt while he pressed his soft lips to yours. This sent you kver the edge as you reached your orgasm right after him. V pulled out of you, took of the condom and tied a knot in it before throwing it in the bin and collapsed besides you. “My Love, you are truly amazing.” Unknown/Saeran Saeran was just calmly reading a book when you came in. You stood infront of him, your hands on your hip as all you were wearing was a white, simple bra and ombre panties. The top half of your panties was white and the bottom half pink. Saeran looked up at you expectantly when you clicked play on your iPod. The song started playing and Saeran lifted his eyebrows. Everything in him clicked when you started dancing and singing along. Your dancing was suggestive and erotic, and he liked it. Your movements continued until you started straddling him. Wrong choice. He immediately stood up, carrying you with him and slammed your back harshlu against the front door. You winced at the pain and at the cold but couldn't think as Saeran pushed your panties down and unbuckled his jeans and freed his erection from his boxers. I didn't get any chance to object when he slammed into me from under me, my legs wrapping around his waist. I winced as he didn't give me any chance to adjust but damn it soon enough felt great. You moaned loudly as he grunted. He soon enough attacked your neck with rough and painful bites and sucks, giving you more hickeys than you could count. A familiar pleasure spread through your body as Saeran slammed into you and you could feel him twitch inside of you. "Fuck..." He grunted and I moaned loudly. "C'mon, cum!" I urged which sent him over the edge. Saeran shot his hot load into me and I came right after him, screaming out his name. Panting, he set me down. "Fuck you're good..." You panted before heading to the bedroom to pass out. [DONE FINALLY AHH V AND SAERAN WERE RUSHED AF IM SORRY BUT IM SO TIRED IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS ALL DAY OK GAH OK BYE *PASSES OUT*]