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And Baby Makes Seven (10/?)

Things don’t always go as planned. Faced with an unexpected pregnancy, James and Rose have to work quickly to get everything prepared for their fifth child, and to prepare their eldest children for a new addition to the family. Ten x Rose AU, Soulmates AU. Tagging @doctorroseprompts

This chapter: teen, 5200 words

Ages of the Tyler-McCrimmons at the start of the chapter: James: 39, Rose: 34, Ainsley: 9, Sianin: 6, Twins: 7.5 months

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Now that Ainsley had been let in on the secret of the new baby, Rose and James didn’t need to work as hard to uphold the facade. Sianin, bless her little heart, had no idea what was going on, but was glad that her mum wanted to laze around the house, which translated into Sianin getting plenty of snuggles on the sofa as they watched cartoons.

James seemed to be taking “over-protective” to a whole new level. He jumped at the chance to care for their children, either taking over or joining Rose in all bedtime routines. If a twin awoke in the middle of the night, he sprang out of bed before her groggy brain could even realize Hannah or Maddie had made a sound.

But when she brought it up to him, he flashed her a charming grin that never failed to melt her, and simply asked, “You’re upset that I want to care for my children?”

And really, when he put it like that, her irritation with him evaporated. She had to keep reminding him to let her help, though, lest the twins forget they had a mother.

James and Rose also used the opportunity to place more responsibilities on Sianin’s shoulders, to the girl’s displeasure. Since Rose wasn’t supposed to do most of the normal household chores, James taught Sianin how to vacuum, wash the floors, and a host of other minor but daily tasks.

Rose, though guilty that she was lounging around the house all day when she ought to be cleaning, was glad that Sianin was at least performing the tasks James assigned to her with minimal complaining.

Ainsley, meanwhile, took it upon herself to help her dad with anything he was doing and to check in with her mum to see if Rose needed anything.

“How long d’you have to rest for?” Ainsley asked as she settled in with Rose and Maddie on the couch for her nightly reading. Hannah was already in her crib for the night, but Maddie was stubbornly refusing to fall asleep in favor of getting snuggles and kisses from her mother.

“A few weeks,” Rose replied, blotting at the drool dripping down her baby’s chin with her jumper sleeve. Maddie scrunched her nose and turned her face away. “We’ve got a follow-up appointment next week to check the status of the bleed.”

Ainsley tilted her head to the side. “Why do you always do that? Make it plural? You said we’ve got an appointment, not I’ve got an appointment.”

Rose snorted. “You’re right. But your dad is joining me at the appointment. Plus, it’s an appointment to check on the baby, who is both his and mine. It feels wrong to claim sole ownership.”

“That’s actually really cute,” Ainsley admitted. She sighed dreamily. “Dad takes such good care of you when you’re unwell.”

A flood of adoration overtook Rose, squeezing her chest until inexplicable tears burned her eyes. She listened to her husband, who was in the kitchen assembling the girls’ lunches for tomorrow. He was humming to himself as he worked, the notes slightly flat and offkey.

“Yeah, he does,” Rose croaked.

“I hope I find someone just like him one day,” Ainsley said with a wistful sigh.

“I hope that for you, too.” Rose kissed Ainsley’s temple. “I hope that for all of my children.”

“How do you think it’ll work with Sianin and her soulmates?”

“What do you mean?”

Ainsley shrugged. “It’s hard to imagine having two soulmates. How can she love two people as equally and intensely as you love Dad?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, eh? Who knows whether Sianin’s relationship with Elena and Juliette will evolve into a romantic one.”

“I suppose,” Ainsley allowed. “But for argument’s sake, how would it work if they decided to let it be romantic? It seems so strange to be involved in a relationship with two people.”

“Strange as it might be to you, it’s normal for others. Love in all its forms is a beautiful thing, remember that.”

“It feels like it would be hard to make sure you aren’t showing favoritism to one versus another,” Ainsley said.

“Well, your dad and I have four children—we love you all with equal intensity and try not to show favoritism. I imagine it’s something similar.”

“Hmm. I don’t think I would want to be in a relationship with more than one person,” Ainsley admitted. “I want one person who is mine, and mine alone.”

“That’s perfectly reasonable,” Rose said. “You need to decide what works for you, just as Sianin will decide what works for her.”

Ainsley was quiet for several long seconds, but Rose could practically hear her daughter’s mind churning. While she let Ainsley think, she used the time to give kisses to the baby in her arms. The baby was finally getting drowsy; she had her cheek planted above Rose’s left breast, and her head rose and fell with her mother’s breaths. Any time Maddie’s eyes began to droop shut, she wrenched them open and gazed up at her mother.

Being the singular focus of her baby’s attention always made her heart squeeze with love and gratitude. She was the whole world to this tiny, perfect little human, and for a moment, as Rose got lost in her baby’s blue eyes, Maddie was her whole world, too.

“Do you think her eyes will stay blue?” Ainsley asked.

“I think so,” Rose said. “Usually if they change, they would’ve changed by now. All of my babies’ eyes started out blue. In Sianin’s case, they turned brown after a couple months. Yours stayed more or less the same color. And the twins’ appear to be brightening… they kind of look like Gran’s, don’t they?”

Ainsley peered down at Maddie. The baby shifted her sleepy eyes to her big sister, and offered a smile that widened into a yawn. Ainsley snorted and rubbed Maddie’s back. The baby grunted and wiggled around before face-planting into the crevice between Rose’s breasts.

“Silly girl,” Ainsley murmured. “Yeah, they do look like Gran’s. How does that work? I mean, I sort of know how it works. But her DNA is half you, half Dad, and yet she has Gran’s eyes. And apparently I look like Dad’s mum.”

“My DNA is half my mum and dad, and your dad’s DNA is half his mum and dad,” Rose said. “There are bits of all of our past family swirling inside of us, and it’s a lottery draw as to which traits get passed on to a baby.”

“That’s kind of neat,” Ainsley said. “It’s so fascinating that so many things have to happen perfectly to create a baby.” She paused, then continued in a rush, “We had the talk at school today. Y’know, how the girls and boys should be starting puberty soon, if they haven’t started already. One girl in my class had her first period months ago, which is mad. She’s nine! They also explained how in a couple years we’ll all be sexually mature and be able to make babies and so we all have to be very, very careful to prevent unwanted pregnancies as we’re exploring our bodies.

“They went over how a baby is made. Just the basics. Y’know, penis in vagina, sperm meets egg equals baby. I didn’t know that men released millions and millions of sperm when they had sex. That seems like overkill, doesn’t it?”

“What seems like overkill?”

Rose jumped at the sound of James’s voice right behind her. Her mind whirred, trying to wrap itself around the sudden turn their conversation had taken, as well as the fact that her baby was old enough to be learning the basics of human reproduction in school already.

“Did you know you made and released millions of sperm at a time when you have sex?” Ainsley asked, her eyes bright.

James was silent for a beat, cheeks pinkening and mouth going slack. He cleared his throat. “Er… yeah. Yeah, I did know that. But where did you learn that?”

“They gave us the talk in school.”

“Ah,” he said, wincing.

“Why do you make millions of sperm when only one will actually fertilize the egg?” Ainsley asked, cocking her head to the side. She then glanced down at Maddie, who was drooling into Rose’s shirt. “Er, or I guess two?”

“Actually, it was just one sperm,” Rose corrected.

Ainsley frowned. “But… there are two babies.”

“But they’re identical,” James said. “Genetically, they’re the same. Basically, one of my sperm met your mum’s egg, then that egg divided somewhat incorrectly to begin producing two separate babies with the same exact genetic code.”

“Oh. So your egg accidentally made a clone of itself?”

Rose snorted. “Something like that.”

Ainsley looked impressed. Then she said, “But still. Why make millions of sperm? That’s a bit wasteful, isn’t it?”

“It’s all about statistics,” James answered, scrubbing at the back of his neck. “Would you rather try to hit a target with one arrow or many? What if that one arrow is defective somehow? Or your aim is slightly off? By releasing tens of millions of sperm in one go, you increase the odds of fertilization; and the egg can be a bit choosier by only allowing the strongest of the bunch to fertilize it and begin making a baby.”

“Oh. That makes a lot of sense, actually,” Ainsley said. “What stops all of the sperm from penetrating the egg and creating a million babies?”

“Once a sperm meets the egg, it basically walls itself off from getting fertilized again,” James explained. “When sperm meets egg, a biological cascade effect begins. The woman’s egg recognizes it’s been fertilized, so it begins producing chemicals and hormones that tell the rest of the body to prepare for the oncoming baby. And it shuts down egg production so there’s no chance of multiple fertilized eggs trying to grow a baby after one is already growing. Imagine how cramped it would get in there. And imagine how hard it would be on the woman to have multiple babies all at different stages of development in her uterus. Evolution has figured out how to control everything so that doesn’t happen.”

“That’s so cool,” Ainsley said.

“It is a bit cool,” James said, smiling.

“It’s weird that women are born with all the eggs they’ll ever have, but men keep making more and more sperm ‘til they die. That’s way more efficient. What if something happens to the woman and her egg supply is damaged? At least with men, they can regenerate their sperm.” Ainsley cocked her head at her father. “In theory, you could help make a baby when you’re a hundred, right?”

James choked. “I… well… yes, technically. But my baby-making partner would also be a hundred—well, ninety-five—and since she would no longer be fertile, I wouldn’t be helping to make any more babies. Besides, the… ehm… the quality of sperm deteriorates over time. It’s not usually a good idea to procreate after a certain age. And, ehm… the act of making a baby gets… ehm… more difficult in old age. So… ehm… I’m not sure we’d… that we’d… Although I would truly love to be with your mother in that way in our old age, statistically it’s not all that probable so I’m not really expecting to… not that I wouldn’t want to… but…”

Rose kneaded the heel of her hand into her eyes as James’s gob ran without stop and without filter. She eventually reached over and pinched him. He squeaked, but snapped his mouth shut. Ainsley, meanwhile, was in stitches on the sofa, cackling madly as both her parents’ cheeks blazed.

oOoOo

Two weeks and two days after learning she had subchorionic hemorrhage, Rose walked into her OB-GYN, this time with her husband at her side. Despite the fact that her bleeding and cramping had stopped nearly a week ago, she was a little nervous to see what Elizabeth would have to say.

James must have sensed her anxiety, because he threaded their fingers together and rubbed at the back of her thumb while they waited for Rose’s name to be called. He talked to her about nothing in particular, filling the silence between them. Rose let the soothing rhythm of his voice calm her until Elizabeth appeared in the waiting room and called name, gesturing for her to follow.

“How are you feeling?” the midwife asked as she took Rose’s height and weight. “You’ve lost some weight since I saw you two weeks ago. Nothing worrying, but something to keep an eye on. Especially since you ought to be putting on weight as your pregnancy progresses.”

“My appetite is still finicky,” Rose admitted. “Nausea is mostly gone though. I’m hoping that will help. But otherwise, I feel fine.”

“Any bleeding? Cramping? Dizziness?”

Rose shook her head and stepped off the scale, following Elizabeth down the corridor to an exam room. James followed silently and settled into the chair beside the exam table. An ultrasound machine already sat in the corner of the room, and, familiar with the routine, Rose reclined on the table and exposed her belly.

Déjà vu settled over her as she remembered the utter terror of two weeks ago, certain her midwife was about to confirm her worst fear. Her pulse thundered in her ears and she began to tremble as her mind warred with itself, half of it trying to calm her, and the other half spinning out of control. James scooted his chair closer to her and leaned his elbow onto the table above her head. His warmth and scent surrounded her.

“You’re okay, love,” he whispered, kissing her forehead softly. “You’re okay. I’m here.”

“What a cute little bump,” Elizabeth cooed, squirting cool gel onto said bump between Rose’s hips. “Let’s see the cute little baby inside it, eh?”

Rose reached over and grabbed James’s free hand, linking their fingers together and squeezing tightly. He bent down to kiss her forehead again, then he brought their joined hands to his mouth to kiss her knuckles one at a time.

“Here we are,” Elizabeth said, tapping a few buttons into her keyboard.

Rose looked at the monitor and her heart clenched at the sight of her baby. They seemed to be about the same size as before, but Elizabeth was pleased with the baby’s appearance.

“They’re rather active,” the midwife noted, readjusting the probe when the shifting baby went out of focus. “Are you able to feel them, Rose?”

“Not yet,” she croaked. She desperately wanted to, though. She wanted that little flutter of life between her hips. She wanted the undeniable proof that her baby was alive and healthy and growing, because what if the scan was somehow wrong? Rose squeezed her eyes shut and focused deep within herself, trying to sense any ripple of movement in her uterus.

Her eyes shot open when the midwife tapped a few buttons and the heartbeat echoed around the room.

James let out a soft, “Oh,” his grip on her hand turning vice-like.

Rose glanced up at her husband, but his gaze was locked on the monitor, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. The sight of them made her own eyes prickle. She would never tire of seeing the awe on his face as he beheld their children. He treated each day with their kids as though it was the most precious gift he’d been given; this baby was no exception, and Rose could already see how in love her husband was with the tiny fetus inside her. She could plainly see him, seven months from now, weeping as he held their newborn for the first time, curling his body around theirs as though he could physically shield their baby from any harm the world might bring to them. She could see him sitting with the baby in the dead of night, half asleep himself, yet holding their small child to his chest as he rocked them.

God, she wanted that, was impatient for these visions to come true. Even though she regularly saw him holding and snuggling the children they already had, Rose was desperate to give him his fifth child and bring completion to their not-so-little-anymore family.

“Our baby looks healthy,” James said, his voice hoarse. Rose blinked away the visions in her mind’s eye and was brought back to the present, where her husband was no longer looking at the baby on the screen, but rather down at Rose. She flashed him a small smile that he returned before he focused on the midwife, his gaze intense. “But how is Rose? How is the hemorrhage? Is she healthy and safe?”

“Let’s take a look at that next.” Elizabeth zoomed out away from the baby, and instead shifted the focus of the ultrasound probe to the gray masses surrounding the baby. “Here we go.”

After taking a few seconds to orient James and Rose to what she was talking about, Elizabeth pointed to a black blob along the edge of the placenta. “Here’s the clot. And yes, it is just a clot now. It appears to no longer be actively bleeding, which is excellent news. The placenta is intact, which is also great news. Sometimes a concern is that the bleeding will cause the placenta to pull away from the uterine wall, but that is not the case here. I am very, very happy with what I’m seeing.”

Rose let out a deep breath. James, too, relaxed a fraction.

“Can I go back to business as usual?” Rose asked.

“Let’s not be hasty,” James answered instead.

“I wasn’t asking you,” Rose drawled, reaching up to pat his cheek.

Elizabeth pursed her lips around a grin. She wiped the expression off her face and said, “I see no reason why not. Obviously you are limited as any other pregnant woman is, and I would try to take it easy for the next couple weeks as the clot dissolves, but yes, you should be able to resume all activities as normal.”

Rose was fairly certain she’d read between the lines correctly, yet she asked, “Sex too?”

James let out a little squeak that had Rose rolling her eyes. Elizabeth’s entire profession revolved around people having had biologically-successful sex. They themselves were here because they’d had successful sex. Nutter.

“Yes, you may resume your sexual activities,” the midwife answered.

Rose nodded. She hadn’t been in the mood for sex lately, too concerned was she with the baby and will following the instructions to rest. She knew that James’s sex drive had mirrored her own in his double concern for her and the baby. While she still didn’t have the desire to drag James straight into bed when they got home, Rose was glad it was at least an option, if the mood struck. She’d find other ways to satisfy James if or when his sex drive returned while hers remained elusive.

“Is Rose okay to travel?” James asked. “We were planning to take the kids up to Scotland for half-term break next week. Probably travelling by train.”

“I’ve been cleared to shag your brains out, but no, the movement of a train will be far too vigorous for my delicate condition,” Rose muttered out of the corner of her mouth.

James flicked her nose but didn’t reply.

“Yes, she should be fine,” Elizabeth said, pretending not to have heard their exchange. “Just listen to your body, Rose. It will do a good job of telling you what it needs. Try not to overexert. Rest when you’re tired. Make sure you’re getting enough vitamins and nutrients. Things like that.”

“Thanks,” Rose said. “And while we’re talking about it, do you happen to have any connections with midwives in Scotland? Near Glasgow? James and I are going to be relocating our family. The move isn’t happening next week or anything; we’re getting the kids used to the area and the house we’ll be moving into.”

“And you say I’m chatty,” James teased.

Rose rolled her eyes.

“Funnily enough, I do,” Elizabeth said. “One of my very close friends. We went to school together. I can send you her contact information, as I don’t have it on hand right now. I can also reach out to her to see if she can see you next week, if you’d like? A consultation visit, mostly, assuming she is taking new patients and is near enough to where you’ll be living.”

“That’d be brilliant,” Rose said, accepting the moist towels the midwife handed to her and cleaning off her belly.

Elizabeth made a few notes on her computer, then printed out another scan of the baby for them, despite them having one from two weeks ago. She also scheduled Rose’s twenty-week appointment, which would be shortly after the holidays. Rose was already impatient for January sixth to be here; it would be the appointment when she and James would learn the sex of their baby, something Rose always loved learning. But this time was the added game of being able to tease James for his apparent inability to produce a Y-chromosomed sperm. As though that was something he could control. (A fact he liked to remind her of often.)

“As always, you can call us if there are any questions or concerns,” Elizabeth said as she walked them to the front lobby. “But I’m very pleased with everything I’ve seen today.”

After thanking her, James slipped his fingers between Rose’s and guided her out to their car.

oOoOo

The following week, James and Rose willed themselves to have endless reserves of patience as they readied their children for the trip to Scotland. It felt like they had to pack up their entire house to ensure they had enough supplies for all the kids, including toys and games in addition to the endless articles of clothing.

Robert, bless him, was accompanying them, to help with child care and to give his opinion on the work they might want done to the manor house. James had reached out to half a dozen different remodeling companies to have them come out and take a look at the work he and Rose wanted done; they were due to arrive at the end of the week, since James and Rose wanted the first few days to walk around the house and make lists of repairs and upgrades that could be done, both internally and externally to the grounds.

The train ride went as well as could be expected when travelling with four children. Ainsley was content to read for the entire journey, but Sianin loudly proclaimed she was bored barely an hour into the trip. The twins were awake and wanting to crawl around, but there was only so much space in the compartment car. James, Rose, and Robert took turns walking a fussing baby up and down the length of the train, introducing the infant to cooing passengers who fawned over how beautiful she was. The passengers were extra delighted to realize they were identical twins.

Finally, the train docked in Glasgow, where the Tyler-McCrimmons picked up a rental vehicle and made the half-hour drive out of the city proper to the manor house.

The excitement at the prospect of permanently living in the “castle” evaporated Ainsley and Sianin’s travel exhaustion. As soon as James unlocked the front door, they bolted inside and began chattering to each other about where their playroom should be and calling dibs on the bedrooms.

“I want this one,” Sianin announced, gesturing to the master suite.

“That one is off-limits,” James said lightly, tweaking the end of her braid. “Available to mummies and daddies only. Same with the guest suite on the other side. That’s for when Gran or Grandad stay to visit.”

Sianin deflated a bit, but perked back up when James reminded her that there were plenty of other bedrooms to choose from.

Rose, meanwhile, immediately began to visualize how she would decorate. The current color scheme of the manor was dark, but not gloomily so. Even still, Rose thought that brightening the wall colors from burgundy to a rich cream or ivory would help open up the space and blend the rooms together. It would also make the house feel cleaner, and with five children tearing it apart, Rose knew she and James could use all the help they could get in that department.

The floors were in excellent shape, having been replaced shortly after Ainsley was born. Robert had come to her and James when he was having the work performed so they could help pick out the color and style of the various hardwood, tile, and carpeted floors in all of the rooms. Belatedly, Rose realized that Robert had done so because he knew this home would belong to them in the near future.

From the foyer, which was lit from the warm glow of the chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, Rose stared straight ahead into the formal dining room that used to be a ballroom; the kitchen extended beyond that through a set of wide oak doors that were currently closed. She already knew that the kitchen was huge and open, thanks to James’s grandmother having remodeled it to use up more of the defunct ballroom space. The kitchen housed a long table that would easily fit their large family; therefore, the formal dining room wouldn’t be necessary until they hosted holidays or had friends over. Otherwise, that could easily be a place for the children to do their homework.

To her right was what used to be a receiving room, but had evolved over the last century to be the living room. It was already furnished with a couch, a love seat, and a few reclining chairs placed strategically around a television. A fireplace sat along the far wall, and Rose could already see herself sitting in the rocking reclining chair and nursing her new baby, or snuggling with one of her other four children or husband as the fire crackled merrily beside them. Goosebumps prickled along Rose’s skin at the thought of her and James making love by the fireplace, a vision straight out of a Victorian romance novel.

Blinking away that fantasy for the time being, Rose continued her mental mapping of the manor. Behind the living room was another room that had been a different receiving room—most likely, she presumed, a space for the gentlemen when the ladies had overtaken the first receiving room. Because God forbid men enjoy their wives’ presence.

James’s parents had converted that into a study area for James; Rose thought it would make a nice playroom for their family. It had plenty of room to store the kids’ endless number of toys, and it had a closet where they could keep their games. The flooring in there was currently hardwood; Rose made a mental note to chat with James about replacing it with something softer.

Extending beyond the living room was a narrow hallway that opened up to what had once been servants’ quarters. Rose knew that James’s grandmother had remodeled it and created a larger footprint, converting the area into a spacious a guest suite; it was where Robert always slept when he visited, unable to stomach being in the master bedroom ever since he’d lost his wife.

To the left of the foyer was a long, wide corridor with several rooms branching off of it. One of those rooms was a library that Rose already knew Ainsley would practically make her second bedroom. Rose planned to outfit the room with a variety of comfortable furniture and a desk. Directly beside the library and connected with a door was a formal study; she figured James would like to make that his space, filling it with textbooks and knickknacks and turning it into a place he could mark papers and exams on the weekends or weeknights.

Directly beside the study and again connected through a set of doors was a secondary study. This one was at the end of the manor, and therefore had windows on the two external walls. It was filled with plenty of natural lighting and Rose thought it would make a perfect place for her to set up her art studio.

On the opposite side of the corridor from the library and studies were a series of small rooms. There was a half bath that was mostly just a closet with a toilet and a sink, and two small rooms that Rose genuinely didn’t know the purpose of. They were far too big to be closets, but a tad too small to be bedrooms. Rose didn’t care what they used to be; instead, she planned to make the rooms a nursery: one for the twins, until they were big enough for proper beds, and the other for the new baby. It would be perfect, since the last room at the end of the corridor was the master suite.

Rose already knew the suite was enormous, yet it took her breath away to behold it. The room would easily fit their king-sized bed and all of their bedroom furniture, and still have room for more. Perhaps they could put a cushy rocking chair in this room as well as the nurseries; there could never be enough cozy furniture to cuddle her children, Rose thought.

There was a giant walk-in closet connected to the bedroom, as well as a double-vanity ensuite. The bathroom, too, was huge, outfitted with a tub and a walk-in shower stall; both the tub and shower had plenty of room for her and James to share, which would be perfect for intimate date nights.

Moving from room to room, Rose catalogued how she would arrange furniture and paint colors that would look good in each room and blend the entire ground floor of the house together. She took note of the flooring, and which rooms should be outfitted with carpets rather than hardwood floors or tile, or vice versa. When she and James helped Robert pick out the floors, they’d only had Ainsley; at the time, she hadn’t been able to imagine having five children. Now, she couldn’t imagine anything differently.

“I can see that beautiful mind of yours at work already.” James came up behind her as she weighed whether the library ought to be carpeted or left as it was with hardwood floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist and casually splayed a palm on her lower belly, kissing the side of her neck and sending pleasant tingles across her skin. “What are you thinking?”

Rose leaned into him, tilting her head back to catch his gaze. His eyes were bright with joy and soft with love; she found herself falling in love with him all over again. She turned in his arms, draping her forearms over his shoulders.

“I’m thinking,” she murmured, pushing up onto her toes so that her mouth hovered mere inches from his, “that this already feels like home.”

And though she planted a kiss to his lips as she finished speaking, his answering smile was dazzling.

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irrfahrer · 3 years ago

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Happy medical sinday!

What types of preventatives do they have in a galaxy far far away, it is still mostly stuff like various pills and spirals or is reversible sterility a thing? And have advances like bacta lead to a decline in STDs, or is some kind of condom still a must until your partner get tested??

"Ahhhh! Kriffing finally a question about work that brings me some kriffing money!", Ziv purred, running her webbed fingers along her whiskers like a humanoid would twirl their mustache in amusement. Then she stopped, frowning: "You know,at least it would bring me some kriffing money, if I would take money for my work in the first place. Ah, Kriff, this explains why I am so kriffing poor does it,poorpoorpoor idiotic but so kriffing smart me..." Usually Ziv did not took any money for her services as a healer and only lived by what her patients left for her as a thank you; self cooked meals, fruits from their farms, old clothes, a free flight to the next ton in a old freighter, here and there a few credits...

"Anyway, first off I am a midwife but I am a poor herbal healer also, so I sadly have no means to get my paws on spirals and other objects that could be placed in the body to prevent a inner feterlisation. Usually when I am asked by a person for preventatives, I have to first know how is their species reproducing and, if they are specifically asking for a preservation when they are with a certaine partner what kind of species is that partner." The Tynnan pinned her ears back, huffing: "I would be asking simply , because if the partner is a human I can answer that Human are kriffing freaks of nature and I am pretty sure they could reproduce with every kriffing Mammal in this Galaxy and you would think the krififng same if you would work as a Midwife, like for kriffs sake! If the partner is a human than its time for the krififing iron fist of the kriffing hard preventativ-stuff! Its not that kriffing much needed when the partner is not a human, but for kriffs sake, that species got through the whole galaxy horizontally, really."

"If that is finished, I would usually prepare a preventative based on a hormone-cyclus changing herbbrooth for Aliens who have a heatcycle or where a outside-feterlisation happens and would need around a month of testing with that person so I can adjust the kind of herbs fitting for that persons species, age, weight, way of reproducing and all the other stuff. There is no KRIFFING ONE way of preventative, there are too many different species and genitals and ways of sex for that, so eh, it always depends on my patient. I for example use a daily brewn hormonebalance changing herb-brooth that tastes like Banthashit, but keeps me in a state of the heatcycle in which I am not able to concieve and that most of the time works for other aliens with heatcycles. If a person is due to a bad health not able to have a hormone-cycle changing preventative or happens to be part of the few alienspecies who have a periodcycle and they belong to a spcies were a inner-feterlisation happens I will prepare them a oinment that kills off the cells in the bodily fluids that are exchanged. Its faster that way and with how all around the kriffing clock species with periodcycles can concieve it works better when its needs to go fast instead of going for the longrun with a hormone-cycle-changing herbbrooth. Of course, if the thing already happend its easy to just cause a spontanouse abortion with some herbs in foods or drinks, but that always will leave the person pretty kriffing messed up with sickness for a few days so eh. Even if I would of course walk my patient through that expierence, it is always easier to invest the time with me and learn what I can make specifically for them so I can teach them how they can prepare that brooth, oinment, salve or the other stuff on their own after I left. "

The last part of the question made Ziv huff so much her whiskers bristled and she put her small paws on her hips: "You know, I am a kriffing big fan of condomes and dams. I am a herbal healer, so my methodes when I am giving advice to my patients are with herbal solutions, but if you would ask me, I would throw kriffing condomes on you, if I would have enough to throw them at Kriffers in the first place. Bacta is nice and well, but we are talking here about people who have no kriffing chance to get their paws on kriffing bacta so for kriffs sake,-JUST WEAR THE DAMN THINGS and I could maybe even take a weekend off once a kriffing month! I mean, yes, there are some oinments that will kill bacteria and viruses that can cause sicknesses from beeing transferred during sex, but its always easier to just put the damn dam or condome on than spend krififng ten minutes smearing the by me prepared stuff on parts that at that certaine moment should be doing complete kriffing more fun stuff"

#headcanon #thanks for the ask :DD #ah yes #ziv shittalking humanoid anatomy #now in a long rant xxxD

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izartn · 4 years ago

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On the The Host romance:

A lil note: @into-september as you’re reading Twilight, and your last post made me realise this, I thought it better to write my own post and tag you! Hope you don’t mind.

The Host is the first novel of an “adult” science fiction trilogy by Stephanie Meyer which never was finished. Published in 2008, the same year as Breaking Dawn, I guess she preferred gaining the benefits of her vampire saga to keep on writing.

For shame, because for me, The Host is much better at establishing worldbuilding, a concept and its protagonists + a romance (not that there isn’t anything cuestionable in it, but to my taste it’s better done than in Twilight). Here is the first paragraph of The Host wikipedia’s section on plot:

A species of parasitic aliens called "Souls" have invaded Earth, deeming the humans too violent to deserve the planet. When a Soul is implanted into a host body, the consciousness of the original owner is erased, leaving their memories and knowledge.

Wanderer, a Soul, is placed into the body of Melanie Stryder. However, Melanie's consciousness is still alive and begins to communicate with Wanderer mentally. Wanderer's assigned "Seeker" suggests that she could be placed into Melanie to retrieve the memories before disposing of the defective body, but Wanderer makes several attempts to deny her Seeker's wishes. As Wanderer starts to uncover some of Melanie's memories of her younger brother Jamie Stryder and her boyfriend Jared Howe, Melanie gets her to follow a series of landmarks throughout the Arizona desert to find her Uncle Jeb, hoping that Jared and Jamie are with him. By doing so, she would be denying the Seeker Melanie's memories and the humans they would lead her to.

Just. Read that and have the face to tell me it doesn’t sound more interesting than Twilight I dare you. Of course the books are different genres, although the focus is in the... more sentimental part in both. It’s just that The Host story is more unusual and the worldbuilding dreamy and subtly horrific.

Well I said I was gonna talk about the romance right? Spoilers incoming!

A bit of more context is necessary; in The Host, Melanie, the human Wanda (nickname of Wanderer) is possessing, is in love with the boyfriend mentioned in the sinopsis, Jared. Wanda being in the body of Melanie, feels things for him. We can divine for context this is sexual attraction plus having access to some of Melanie’s memories and noticing Jared is pretty ok as humans not possessed are left on Earth.

Melanie reaction to this oscillates between “don’t you dare touch my boyfriend alien” and “well of course you fell for him, he’s pretty awesome” to “if I can’t it’s ok if you want to” when she’s feeling herself disappear at one point. Which is bullshit bc her conscience comes back when Wanda goes to tell Jared to kiss her bc she’s feeling Melanie disappear and when he gets near Wanda, Melanie usually mounts a whole circus in her head. It works.

Well that’s one part of the romance. The other is Ian, a human in the settlement who is pretty level-headed and who starts talking to Wanda, as her guard first and then as her friend. No previous contact with Melanie, so he mets Wanda in Melanie’s body and isn’t excessively hostile or sad. Bc you know, an alien is in the body of you “niece, girlfriend, sister, etc” isn’t really conductive to good first impressions although that alien has come bearing the news that said person is still alive somewhere in their brain.

(Also the whole human group is so hilariously based on those paranoid about the government/end-of-days usa people... And it works! LMAO) (The social dynamics are interesting in this book ok? basic but ingenious)

So Wanda falls slowly without noticing for Ian; Ian falls first and confesses and everything. I think their first kiss was a bit sketchy? But generally they good.

The interesting thing is this: Melanie and so her body, is in love and attracted to Jared. Wanda, inhabiting Melanie’s body, starts realising that although Jared is pretty ok and all that, he’s really Melanie’s love; she doesn’t exactly like his more violent tendencies.

(Really he’s more apocalypse survivor hardcore, but he really was a dick to her at the start, bc alien possessing girlfriend and all. Also gave her mixed signals, etc. Very american male which, eh. Melanie is also very apocalypse survivor hardcore; the two mesh well bc of that lmao)

Well, as Stephanie Meyer is SM, and she has some weird ideas about romance the thing is, Wanda doesn’t feel sexually attracted to Ian. Bc all the hormones in her body are signaling only Jared. But she really is romantically attracted to Ian, and loves him. When they kiss, she likes it, but it’s not super passionate nor does it brings the same high that the few occasions Jared kissed her. To Ian’s credit he doesn’t really get it at the start, but then is immediately acepting of Wanda’s boundaries. I think he pushes a bit? But this SM so. Sigh. (I like to think in the hands of another author he wouldn’t do the sterotypical male thing but yah)

What I mean is that Stephanie Meyer, without intention, created an ace romance. Sure, it bc really weird biological alien science, but if you take it to mean Melanie is demi and only feels attracted to Jared, that makes her body reactions logical when Wanda also falls in love. She isn’t occupying the body wholly; there’s the host original presence; so she falls romantically but not physically. If I’m saying great idiotices please correct me under; I don’t have any background on sexology or biology.

Sadly, Wanda is also super worried of not being able of correctly loving Ian, so. Negation of ace identity in one, two..., warning to folks sensible to it.

And well, she ruins it when at the end when Wanda is put outside Melanie´s body into one who doesn’t have a human conscience. She explained the others how to take “souls” out of humans without killing any part, and how to take the “souls” to the space ships where they’ll be transported to other worlds. But sometimes the humans have passed so much time suppressed, or have been taken so young, that there isn’t a conscience-anyone to recover.

The Host is very weird, bc this is a race of genocidal colonist aliens who are weird beautiful little ribbons of silver in their original form, who after abandoning their original world by possessing another race who invaded them realised they could live whatever lives they wanted possessing people without dying and just. Went for it. They are a supposedly all peace loving gents, who cured all poverty and illness by their superior technology and like, very comunist-anarchist society. Who abhor violence, but don’t see eliminating other people identity as violence.

They are weird and amazing; when they realise having and raising children as humans costs so much, they start acting as parents to those humans without going to have a soul implanted on their kid, bc they love them as they are. A mess of contradictions, and Wanda is so interesting bc of this.

Sadly, SM acted again, and made Wanda one of the rare females able of auto-destroying to create more fragments of herself (aka other souls). The rest of souls don’t have any gender and chose bodies as whatever sex they like most. Guess Wanda being an alien was fine, but not having an explicit gender was too much, lol. To be fair, she says she prefers female bodies, but doesn’t really mind. Good on Wanda.

There’s a secondary romance too; the search of Ian’s brother, Kyle (who almost kills Wanda once) for his abducted girlfriend, Jodie. Results the soul inside her body, Sunny has all of Jodie’s memories of Kyle and is like, already in love with him. She lets herself be abducted, and when they explain they’re gonna get her out and why, is like, cries and begs, but accepts it bc is Jodie who Kyle loves. She hasn’t ever heard her like Wanda did Melanie, though, so when like a week or two pass and Jodie’s conscience remains dead Kyle consents (bc the other relatives of Jodie are soulified) to bring back Sunny. Wow. What a clusterfuck. They don’t date but there’s this weird vibe where Kyle has stopped hating all souls after Wanda’s mess and his encounter with Sunny, and Sunny herself is like; yay! I can live with humans and Kyle and I’ll keep trying to awake Jodie. And the two of them are described as inseparable?

It’s more intriguing than Twilight; I wished there were more fics interested in exploring cool canon divergences and all. I didn’t dive in the problematiqueTM aspects of the book but come on, this is SM and you have reading comprehension. I just wanted to talk about how interesting is the intersection of sexuality in romance in Wanda’s case >-< Still better than Twilight but I guess the aesthetic of vamps surpases The Host. Which. Valid ok? Each to their own.

#the host #stephanie meyer #wanderer #melanie strider #ian o'shea #jared howe #kyle o'shea #sunlight passing through the ice #or sunny for friends #meta #the host meta

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Oh my goshhh not me seeing you guys talk about losing your virginity at 13 and 16 ;-;

I’m literally turning 21 this year and I haven’t had penetrative sex and with lockdown it’s not like I’ll be getting lucky any time soon lol

I did have a boyfriend of three years and we both wanted to wait and well tbh I was too scared to start birth control at that time bc I read all about the side effects and I grew up in a very Asian household where I can’t really ask about those things yanno

but then we broke up bc he’s a liar and a cheater so I guess it worked out haha :/

We’re moots btw BUT IM TOO SHY TO BE OFF ANON LOL

fhhfrhrf trust me im not proud of myself for losing that quick, its stressful, it felt one sided, just take your time to be ready before you bang someone, not that i care abt virginity i mean, it doesnt make me less of a woman for losing it but like idk just take your time , whats the rush anyway

aiyooo its really asian stigma eh birth control is bad, please nothing is worst that unwanted pregnancy in asian household, they will beat my ass. just read around about it theres also non hormonal birth control theres so many option for us female, do not depend on plan b that shit is the real devil here, it mess u up way worst than birth control and since men only have condom, ALWAYS . MAKE . THEM . WEAR . IT. no excuses, make them wear it, if they dont wanna wrap it, dont let them tap it

khjherhb pls come off anons, we can always talk about it in dms BAHAHAHA

fuck it everyone sent me their dirty little secret i wanna judge you all 😡

#tee: anons #tee: answered

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moon-yeongjun · 5 years ago

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The Internet is for Porn || Moon Bros

Summary: Tae has some questions about porn.

TW: talk of porn, but i mean this is very PG-13 people

@moon-yeongtae

Tae: Hyung

Jun: eh?

Tae: I have a weird question to ask you

Jun: when are you not asking me some kind of weird question?

Jun: what is it

Tae: I tried looking it up on the internet but the internet is a weird place, hyung

Tae: um first of all you've probably had sex right

Jun [deleted]: holy SHIT

Jun: what kind of question is that???

Tae: look i have to talk about this sometime alright I'm not stupid but also our parents arent really sex talk enthusiasts

Tae: I'm a sheltered catholic school kid

Jun [deleted]: what did i do to deserve thsi

Jun: what is your question tae yah

Tae: is it like

Tae: idk exciting to think about?

Tae: like is it normal to maybe not be that excited when you're sort of trying the normal things to /be/ excited?

Jun: are you talking about watching porn

Tae: maybe

Jun: there are many types of porn out there. not all porn is made equal. if you find some porn not exciting, its probably bad porn

Jun: or it isnt

Jun: your taste

Jun: yah i cant believe you're making me type this

Tae: I underestimated how embarrassing it would be to read you type porn

Jun: you brought it on yourself

Tae: um so basically I'm sort of doing it wrong then?

Tae: bc it's supposed to be nice

Jun: you cant do porn wrong

Tae: and not weird or embarrassing even just with myself

Jun: its like finding something to watch on netflix not everything is going to be worth your time or something you will like

Jun: also stop watching porn

Jun: im your hyung and i am required to tell you that even if i know you wont listen

Tae: well u watch porn

Jun: i never said that

Tae: u know an awful lot about it

Jun: never said that either

Jun: we are talking about you not me

Tae: I just feel like I'm sort of broken

Jun: you are not broken

Jun: if this has something to do with... ah i hate you

Jun: if you're having problems with erectile dysfunction, that's a medical issue and you should see a doctor WHO IS NOT ME

Jun: but more than likely you're just young, puberty is weird, hormones are weird, you're thinking too much about it

Tae: yeah I'm probably thinking too much idk

Jun: stop watching porn this problem goes away see

Jun: again i have to tell you that as your hyung

Tae: I just...guys at school are always talking about girls and how they look naked and what noises they make which I dont think any of them have ever actually slept with a girl...maybe murdered a few idk

Jun: lmfao

Tae: but it's not appealing and that just makes me feels weird

Tae: bc sometimes I feel like I want to have sex obviously but at weird times or bc of weird things

Jun [deleted]: seriously why is this happening to me

Jun: boys your age are always going to make up things like that to seem cool they're probably just mimicking bad porn

Jun: its good that you arent like them

Jun: i wasnt like them.

Jun: you should focus on your studies

Tae: it doesnt feel like its good

Tae: what if

Tae: nvm

Jun: are these boys your friends?

Jun: what are their names, nemo and what's the other one

Jun: they arent making fun of you are they?

Tae: no they arent

Tae: they dont talk about sex that much

Tae: Cept nemo said he wanted to climb a boy like a tree once

Jun [deleted]: aish fairies

Tae: lmfao

Jun: Well, maybe if you talk to your friends, people you trust, then you'll feel differently

Jun: you can have actual conversations instead of that locker room talk

Tae: that's what I'm doing....

Jun: Yes, but people who are in that same stage as you are

Jun: you know, puberty and hormones

Tae: I cant talk to nemo about this

Tae: and I'm not going to talk to finn about sex he might faint

Jun [deleted]: aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Tae: louie will tell me to go try it

Tae: he just jumps into stuff

Jun: Why can't you talk to nemo then?

Jun: you two seem very close

Tae: we are

Jun: he is a good friend to you

Tae: he is

Jun: i mean i will.....................keep talking to you if you want

Tae: thinking about talking about sex like this with nemo makes me want to vomit

Jun: but you didn't like it when I typed porn, so

Jun: that seems very dramatic

Tae: yeah well I'm a teenager

Tae: also ur literally so dramatic I wonder where I got it

Jun: ah you punk watch it

Jun: Look, here is my best advice

Tae: [deleted]: would u still love me if I liked boys?

Jun: porn is very overwhelming at first. i'd suggest just relaxing and trying it without porn. Go slow, see what feels good. Use lube, that helps

Jun: There

Tae: yeah ok

Tae: sorry hyung

Jun [deleted]: you should be, this was very uncomfortable

Jun: no worries tae yah

Jun: You aren't broken. it's also okay if it isnt for you. Lots of things that we think are normal are not actually very normal. The human body is extremely complicated and no two bodies are alike. There's really no way to tell what is normal or not, and thats my professional opinion

Tae: thank u

Jun: just respect women, none of that rape fantasy trash, dont have sex with children and animals

Jun: ok

Tae: got it

Jun: good

Jun: you're a good kid, tae yah

Tae: you're a good hyung

#since jun has a thread about this might as well POST this #text #moon bros #moon bros text

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cycwrites · 6 years ago

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The Reckoning - A Fic Tease

Fic Tease time again. The Bella Reunion post USO Tour. I swear I’m going to end up writing all of PP3 in teases unintentionally.

Nowish takes place March-July 2017, USO tour happens March 2018, Tattoos in Aprilish 2018 and this is after.

Fair warning – this is only a partial chapter and could change a bit when it’s finally included in the actual story.

Rating: Teen

Words: 8200

Also on AO3

A Shared Lifetime - All my works in my alternate timeline so far, including my other fic teases.

Thanks, as always, to @tiny-maus-boots for the above and beyond Beta/Editor work she does.

Saturday, June 23, 2018

~B~

“I texted CR to let her know we’re here and about to check in.” Beca looked up as Stacie opened the rental car door to let her out of the backseat. “Thanks, babe.” She groaned as she got out and stretched her legs. It wasn’t a long drive from the airport to their hotel, but after the plane ride even she was feeling a little cramped.

“Think they’re readying shots for us again?” Aubrey asked from the other side of the car as she opened the door for Chloe.

“Probably.” Beca leaned back and felt her spine pop back into place. “I quite enjoyed being handed vodka shots when we walked in at Barden last year. I just hope Amy keeps away from the Tequila this time.” She shuddered. “It doesn’t even taste good, why do we keep doing it? Better yet, why do I keep drinking till I throw up?”

“But I held your hair back and everything.” Stacie ran her hand through Beca’s hair. “I didn’t think such a small body could hold that much vomit.”

“I did.” Chloe walked around the trunk to wind her arm around Beca’s waist. “I’m just glad you were there to get her to the bathroom.”

“Eh.” Stacie shrugged. “You and Bree were dancing. B and I were only gone a few minutes. I’m just glad Aubrey came prepared.”

Beca made a face. “Me too.” Aubrey, based on past experiences, had taken the precaution of bringing four different mini toothbrushes as well as a mini tube of toothpaste in her purse that night. “I’d take any version of Amy’s Aussie Surprise over Tequila. Someone please remind me of that tonight when I’m drunk and making bad choices?”

Aubrey laughed as Stacie popped the trunk open. “No promises, love.”

“You just want to get me drunk and take advantage of me.” Beca moved to the back of the car and took Aubrey’s bag out before she could.

“I don’t need you drunk for that,” Aubrey leaned down and purred in her ear, her voice deliberately deeper.

“Aubrey Marie Posen, do not start that right now.” Beca closed her eyes as a shiver went through her, having to lean on the edge of the trunk as her legs felt momentarily wobbly. “We promised we’d just drop the bags off and go right to the convention room. You give me that voice now and we’re never going to make it.” Which, Beca knew, was exactly the response Aubrey was trying to provoke and one that she was more than willing to give into.

Aubrey laughed and ran her hand down Beca’s arm. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, I don’t know that I believe that.” Chloe said from where she leaned against the side of the car, watching them. “I think you just like it when Beca’s all horny and can’t do anything about it.”

As Aubrey only smiled, the heat of which caused Beca to shiver again, Stacie gently moved Aubrey away from the trunk before she could grab more than their shared carry on and began to help Beca unload the rest of their bags. “I know I like it when she does that.”

“To you or Beca?” Chloe smiled as Beca handed her the small bag that held their combined toiletries.

“Yes.” Stacie answered absently, scanning the trunk for anything left behind. “Watch your fingers. I’m awful fond of them.” She looked to make sure everyone was clear and then closed the trunk. Fishing the keys out of her pocket, she hit the lock before replacing them so she could grab the handles of both her and Aubrey’s rolling suitcases.

Beca did the same for hers and Chloe’s and headed for the entrance to the Miami Hilton. “You guys are the worst.”

“That’s not what you said last night.” Aubrey said, her voice skirting the line between Normal Aubrey and Sex Voice Aubrey. She laughed when Beca almost tripped over her own feet. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll behave.” She waited until they had almost reached the door. “At least until tonight.”

Beca felt her stomach tighten with desire and groaned. “Oh my god. I can’t believe you just…” She trailed off. “How long do we have to stay at this thing?”

“It’s tradition to close it down.” Chloe said, smiling at the doorman who held the door open for them. “Thank you.”

“That feels like a year away.” Beca groaned.

“Won’t that just make it all the more fun when we’re back in our room?” Stacie whispered in her ear as they joined the back of the small line waiting to check in.

Beca drew a deep breath and tried to wrestle her hormones down long enough to deal with the desk staff. “You’re right. I’ll stop whining.”

She shuffled forward in line, Aubrey and Chloe talking about their previous Bella group as they waited, and reminded herself that she was about to see her self-made family. It had only been a few months since their return from overseas, but she missed them already. Spending time with them was never a bad thing, even if her mind was already trying to envision three beautiful women naked under her in bed.

In short order they’d checked in, gotten their keys and were headed up to their room. As Aubrey opened the door and led the way, Beca whistled as she wheeled in their luggage. “Okay. This is fancy.” She moved the suitcases against one of the walls and turned in a circle. They’d all vetoed the idea of separate rooms and had decided to get one of the Bay view suites. It had a separate bedroom with a king sized bed and a large living room area; they had paid for the room in advance when they’d booked it just after Christmas, thinking to entertain the Bellas over the weekend. The sofa bed would hopefully keep the rest of them from thinking too hard about why they’d gotten a single bed room.

Now, however, Amy had booked a presidential suite with the balcony, thanks to her newfound fortune, and likely would do a lot of the entertaining up there. At least until Bumper showed up the following day and Amy kicked them all out for a while. Amy had also generously paid to extend all their stays for an extra few days, giving them time to explore the city and hit the beaches.

“Just wait till you’re a big music star, B.” Stacie said as she brought over her suitcases. “You’ll be in those suites that have three bedrooms and a parlor or the presidential suite soon yourself.”

Beca frowned. “We don’t even know that the album I’m going to have to start thinking about will sell.” Aubrey snorted on her way to the bathroom. “We don’t.” Beca insisted then grinned. “But if I do, I guess I’ll just have to find excuses to bring you all with me, since we’ll have so many bedrooms and all.”

Chloe kissed her on the cheek and patted her on the ass. “You’ll be great.”

“Damn right she will.” Aubrey agreed as she walked out of the bathroom. “Okay, that shower stall is big enough for at least two.”

Stacie laughed. “Wait – is that why you wanted to get this room?”

Aubrey lifted one delicate brow. “You got a problem with that?”

“Not at all.” Stacie said as she walked over use the bathroom herself. “You know we’ve all got a shower fetish.”

“Now, at least.” Beca laughed. “And it’s entirely your fault, Bree.”

Aubrey shrugged. “You’re welcome.” She handed out room keys to the rest of them. “But we gotta go, unless anyone else has to use the facilities?” She looked at Beca with a knowing smirk. Beca stuck her tongue out as her bladder reminded her of its existence, slipping into the bathroom when Stacie came out. “I’ll text Cynthia Rose.” Chloe was next and then Aubrey was ushering them out the door.

“She said Concerto C, right?” Stacie asked as she hit the button for the elevator.

“Yes. Ballroom level.” Aubrey answered absently, looking into the mirror by the elevator and combing her fingers through the ends of her hair.

Beca watched her for a few seconds, realizing that Aubrey had done the same thing in the room. At the time, Beca hadn’t really been paying attention, since Aubrey had also tied her Bellas scarf in place around her neck. But looking at Aubrey now, alternating between fluffing at her hair and adjusting her scarf, Beca could clearly see the nerves. But before Beca could move, Stacie was there.

She put her hand on Aubrey’s forearm to still it. “You look beautiful, Bree.” Stacie gave one final adjustment to Aubrey’s scarf and linked their fingers together.

Aubrey smiled. “Thanks, love.” Her hands finally stilled under Stacie’s touch.

Beca smiled gently, watching how Aubrey immediately settled under Stacie’s touch; implicitly believing her over her own insecurities that Beca knew whispered in the back of her mind. Stacie was always so soft with Aubrey, so loving and gentle and the ‘forever love’ between them had always resonated deeply within Beca as it was the same as she shared with Chloe. It was real and deep and, though she’d never admit to having one, Beca’s insanely strong romantic side had always considered Staubrey’s slow burn love affair a beautiful, if sometimes heart wrenching, romance.

Now that love was shared between the four of them and Beca sometimes thought she’d burst from how happy they all made each other.

The four of them piled into the elevator and Beca pressed the button for the ballroom floor, feeling her own nerves start to rise. Beca forced herself to stop tapping her foot, afraid Aubrey would pick up on her tension and let it spin her back up.

Even though That Whore Alice™ hadn’t been at any of the reunions, Beca always became keyed up just before they walked in. This year was even worse, knowing more about how awful she’d been to both Aubrey and Chloe for three years. She knew Stacie had moved from being angry but amused and willing to let Beca fight for their girls honor to ‘I’m going to rip this bitch apart with my bare hands.’

As adamant about ripping into her as Beca was, she was equally sure that Aubrey wouldn’t want them to make a scene. That she would insist that they just put everything behind them even as she played with the scarf at her neck the entire time, screaming out her nerves for anyone who knew her body language as well as Stacie, Chloe and Beca did.

The door opened and Aubrey and Chloe stepped out first, Beca and Stacie like bookends on either side. Following the signs, they made their way around the corner and down to where most of the event rooms opened into a large foyer. Following the sounds of music – Taylor Swift’s “I Knew You Were Trouble” – and laughter to the third set of doors on the left, they walked into the room, Beca and Stacie still bracketing the other two.

Stopping just inside the doorway, they surveyed the room, looking for familiar faces. Cynthia Rose hadn’t told them where their table was, but even in a room filled with almost two hundred Bellas, they should be easy to find. Beca bopped her head, wondering who had control of the music as the song changed and began playing another Swift song, “Bad Blood”. Not that she minded Swift and this particular video always made her laugh because ‘The Trinity’ looked like Emily but usually DJ’s liked to switch up the artists to keep people from being bored. Maybe she should have taken them up on the offer to do the music this year.

“I see you two are still with the anti-Bella and the college tramp. I thought you slut bags were paired the other way. Or do you deviants just wife swap?”

The unpleasant voice broke into Beca’s musing and she looked in confusion at the woman who stood in front of them. She wore a condescending sneer, clearly amused with herself, and without even knowing who she was, Beca hated her on sight. Then she felt Aubrey stiffen beside her and the realization of who this was and what she had said washed over Beca like a wave of heat. She swore her vision tinted red as she went from casual to volcanic in the space of a heartbeat.

“Yes.”

Chloe’s voice knocked Beca – already thrown from suddenly being confronted with the woman she’d spent the past six years despising – further off balance. She turned her head and blinked at Chloe, who was standing contentedly on Aubrey’s other side. Peripherally she realized that they’d drawn a crowd that formed a half circle around them.

That Whore Alice™ paused, whatever sarcastic comment that she was about to say dying on her lips. “Excuse me?” The tone, however, that was still pure vile bitch and Beca felt her jaw clench again.

“Yes.” Chloe repeated patiently, as if to a small child. “To both. And it’s goooood.”

And, in front of every single Bella in attendance, as Taylor Swift sang the most fitting song for this long overdue confrontation, Chloe pulled Stacie down into a kiss that looked like it was guaranteed to pull the breath from her lungs and make her forget about anyone else around them.

Beca, torn between watching what was always one of the hottest things she’d ever seen and That Whore Alice’s™ reaction, gave a mental shrug. Chloe had put them on this path and Aubrey hadn’t run out of the room in panic or thrown up on anyone. Yet – though she did maybe look a little bit green. If there was ever going to be a moment to have that stress reaction come back, this was it. Since she hadn’t, Beca hoped Aubrey would be okay with what she was about to do.

She slipped her arms around Aubrey’s waist and prayed she’d follow Beca’s lead as she turned them both to dip Aubrey into the most dramatic, cliché movie moment kiss. Thankfully Aubrey relaxed enough to let her and Beca felt herself warmed by the trust in those green eyes. She smiled gently before looking up, her eyes hardening. “Jealous that she never let you kiss her when you tried, egg breath?”

That Whore Alice™, who had been watching Chloe and Stacie essentially going for the deep kiss world record, look over at Beca, her shocked expression switching back to anger. Beca gave her a small vicious grin before looking down at Aubrey, watching carefully for any sign of panic or disagreement. When she didn’t see either of those things, and in fact Aubrey was looking at her with a hint of dare in her eyes, Beca let herself close the distance between them and kissed Aubrey deeply and thoroughly.

Beca tried to channel all her anger into tenderness, wanting to make Aubrey feel safe and loved even in the midst of her literal nightmare come to life. Aubrey returned the kiss hesitantly at first then eagerly, her body relaxing further into Beca’s embrace as her right hand cupped Beca’s cheek. Eventually Beca heard Chloe came up for air and, reluctantly, lifted her head.

“That’s never not hot.” Stacie fanned herself, turning as Beca brought Aubrey up from their dip. Stacie reached across Chloe and briefly, gently, gripped Aubrey’s wrist. Right over the watch she’d given Aubrey for her birthday last year. The one that reminded Aubrey that Stacie was always with her and kept her centered.

Chloe’s face was flushed as she reached up and wiped off a smudge of her lipstick from Stacie’s face. “I’ll say. Makes me want to go back upstairs to our room.”

Beca snorted as she watched Aubrey carefully for signs of distress and found nothing but love. “You’re the one who told me that we had to close the place down because it’s ‘tradition.’” Beca strove to keep her voice light, all too aware of the ball of anger standing beside them.

Chloe shrugged. “I’m allowed to change my mind.” Beca noticed Chloe was also watching Aubrey carefully, though she didn’t think it was obvious to anyone but the three of them. Chloe ran her hand down Aubrey’s side where her tattoos lay hidden under her dress and Aubrey relaxed just a fraction more.

“Yeah, B.” Stacie winked at Beca. “Chloe’s definitely allowed to change her mind if it means we get to go back up and make use of that king sized bed.”

Beca, desperately trying to ignore the fact that they were now the central focus of the room, shrugged. “It’s not like I’m going to argue getting naked.”

Aubrey cleared her throat. “While that sounds like heaven, love, I think the rest of the gang would be disappointed if we didn’t stay.”

Beca linked her right hand with Aubrey’s left, deciding that ignoring the former Bella captain was the best course of action. She was afraid if she looked into that disapproving face again, she’d lose what little control she had over her anger. Aubrey’s hand in hers kept Beca grounded as much as she was trying to reassure Aubrey that she was loved.

As the four of them detoured around her, That Whore Alice™ turned in place and watched them go. Just when Beca thought they were in the clear, she spoke up behind them.

“They’ll end up leaving you too, Posen. Everyone does when they realize you’re just a one note show.” She scoffed and let out a bray of unattractive laughter. “I mean, if daddy doesn’t care, you can’t expect anyone else to.” She snorted and Beca thought she sounded like a bull. “And really, can you blame them? You’re such a disappointment. Unable to hold a team together for one single year? I knew you’d screw it up.”

Beca felt her pulse pounding in her face as her blood pressure shot up. Someone to her right practically snarled and she couldn’t tell if it was Stacie or Chloe. Her left fist was already clenching as let go of Aubrey’s hand with her right and turned, taking a step forward. She was already picturing the connection of her fist to that bitch’s jaw despite the portion of her brain that was telling her Aubrey would not want her to cause a scene. But that part was steadily shrinking and gave up without a fight when she saw the cow standing there, one hand on her waist as the other waved up and down in Aubrey’s direction. Sneering at Aubrey like she was trash.

Beca was going to tear the fucking bitch’s head off.

There was a flash of red, the sound of air whistling around a fast moving object followed by a loud and meaty smack.

By the time Beca’s brain had parsed out what happened, That Whore Alice™ was flat on her back with a wrathful Chloe Beale standing over her, blue eyes flashing like the embodiment of Zeus’ own vengeful lightning.

Dimly Beca realized the song had changed to “Look What You Made Me Do.” It didn’t even start at the beginning – it jumped straight to the chorus a minute in.

Ooh, look what you made me do Look what you made me do Look what you just made me do

‘That DJ is on their game,’ she thought idly, jarred right out of her anger for several incredible surreal moments.

Dazed, the prone woman put one hand to her already swelling eye and started to push to her feet but stopped with a flinch when Chloe pointed at her. Aubrey stepped forward and put a restraining hand on Chloe’s shoulder but the redhead merely patted it without turning around.

“You just stay down there on the ground where you belong.” Chloe’s voice was quiet and all the more deadly for it. “You have always been a bitch and I see nothing has changed since you graduated. You are a horrible, spiteful and jealous person who takes their own insecurities out on others and I’m not going to stand for it anymore.” Chloe looked up at the crowd, most of which took a step back, to Beca’s amusement. “Your minions aren’t here and even if they were, I’d still try and take you apart before I let you say anything else mean about Aubrey.”

“Chlo,” Aubrey slid her hand to Chloe’s back. “You don’t have to…” She trailed off Stacie stepped over and put her arm around Aubrey’s waist. Beca took her hand again, feeling the slight tremor in Aubrey’s fingers before they tightened on Beca’s own. She raised their hands and pressed her lips to Aubrey’s knuckles.

Chloe didn’t even slow down. “You’re trash, Alice. You were a slut in college so you called everyone else a slut bag to make yourself feel better. You apparently also had repressed lesbian tendencies as you tried to kiss Aubrey your senior year. Fortunately Aubrey has better taste.” Chloe paused to smirk and even in her anger, Beca wanted to laugh because she knew Chloe was remembering her first taste of Aubrey. “Beca may have been the ‘anti-Bella’ at the start, but she’s the one who helped us win finals. Her arrangement is the one that helped us win Worlds.”

Chloe paused to take a deep breath and Beca wasn’t ashamed to admit she was in awe of her normally laidback wife. Though, really, she shouldn’t be surprised as Chloe had always been fierce in her defense of her loved ones.

“And Stacie was never the college tramp, you sad little hag.” Chloe spit out contemptuously. “Just because you had to sleep around to get anyone to spend time with you doesn’t mean everyone has that problem. Stacie has more class in her pinky than you will ever have in your entire. Worthless. Body.”

Beca looked over at Aubrey and could see she was warring with an almost giddy delight at watching Chloe take their tormenter apart and a rising worry about the repercussions of the past few minutes. Stacie, her arm firmly around Aubrey, merely grinned with glee. Beca could relate – while she desperately had wanted to be the one to take her out, she’d have been willing to let Stacie do the honors; after all, it sounded like Aubrey had taken the brunt of things. Neither of them had even suspected that Chloe would literally beat them to the punch.

Beca couldn’t lie. It was hot.

That Whore Alice™ finally pushed herself to her feet, her left eye almost all the way shut now. “My lawyer liked that.”

Aubrey let out a startled laugh. “Did you actually just quote ‘Scream 3’ at us?” She laughed again when Alice flinched. “You would be the person who would memorize a line like that to try and sound cool.” Aubrey shook her head, already digging into her purse and pulled out one of her business cards. “Call my office, they’ll arrange a meeting.” She tossed the card and it bounced off That Whore Alice’s™ chest and Beca stifled a laugh as she jerked in reaction. Aubrey closed her purse and looked back at her, disdain practically dripping from her words.

Beca was thrilled to see Aubrey’s paralysis break as the confident and strong women Beca had always known came forward; to watch as Aubrey finally reclaimed - for good - those small pieces of herself that Alice had shaved off with every horrible word spoken over three years.

“As Chloe’s lawyer, I advise you both to stay away from each other the rest of the night.” Aubrey took a step forward though not enough to bring her out of Stacie’s grip. “And as their lover,” her wave encompassed the three women around her and Beca heard the love and pride in her voice. “I’m telling you that you better not come near us or I’ll let them do what they’ve been dreaming of doing since they found out all the shit you put us through during college.”

Stacie eyed That Whore Alice™ as if she were a particularly disgusting bug. “You ever come near any of my girls again, I will end you.” Her voice was knife sharp and Beca felt the steel in it. She took a step past Aubrey and smiled with satisfaction when That Whore Alice™ took a matching step back. “They will never find your fucking body.” It was said with such finality that even Beca was impressed, a little nervous and lot turned on.

Beca shook herself and forced the weight off her shoulders. “C’mon, let’s go find the girls. She’s not worth a single second more of our time.” She felt lighter having said it and even more as the truth of it settled and she let go of her rage. “She’s just a small person who needs to make others suffer so she can get off on it.” Beca eyed her disdainfully. “You’re less than nothing.”

Already dismissing Alice from her thoughts, Beca turned to the rest of them. “I need a drink. I’ve got a really bad taste in my mouth.” She knew she’d said the wrong thing before she’d finished speaking and could only watch as the sly smirk spread across Stacie’s face.

“We’ll take care of that later, Baby. Don’t you worry.” She urged Aubrey forward with the arm around her waist and collected Chloe with her right. “But we can definitely drink first.”

“Dirty bird.” Aubrey said casually as they moved into the space left by the crowd that parted like water, tugging Beca with them by their linked hands.

“That’s why we love her.” Chloe agreed as the music changed again.

“Seriously, when the fuck did our life become scored by Taylor Swift,” Beca said, exasperated as “Shake It Off” started playing. She looked around and began to laugh as she saw Cynthia Rose step away from the DJ platform to their left. “Oh for fucks sake. Of course it’s one of ours.”

Familiar faces appeared in the crowd as one by one the rest of their Bellas surrounded them.

“Our table is over here, slugger.” Ashley half bowed and pointed the way. “Jessica went to get some ice.”

Beca let go of Aubrey’s hand as they reached the table and pulled out a chair. “Madam.” She grinned when Aubrey rolled her eyes and sat. Stacie had done the same for Chloe and when she would’ve sat on Chloe’s right, Beca pulled on her arm. She knew Stacie still needed to be near Aubrey, still able to feel the waves of emotion rolling off her usually reserved friend. Stacie smiled gratefully at her and took the seat Beca held out. Patting her shoulder, Beca moved over to the seat on Chloe’s right.

“I’m sorry I…” Chloe began but Beca shook her head. She knew Chloe didn’t need to apologize for bringing their relationship to the open; she could tell by the utter lack of tension in Aubrey and Stacie that they weren’t remotely mad either.

“No need, Chlo.” Aubrey put her hand on Chloe’s arm.

“None.” Stacie rested her hand next to Aubrey’s and they both smiled. Beca heard Chloe’s breath hitched once and knew she needed to provide a distraction before Chloe started them all down the path to waterworks.

“Let me look.” Beca gently took Chloe’s hand in her own and inspected it carefully. “Can you move it?” Chloe wiggled her fingers and Beca let out a sigh of relief. “Good. I almost broke mine when I punched that guy at regionals.”

“Aubrey was totally turned on by that, by the way.” Chloe said casually as the rest of the girls took seats around them.

“What?” Beca looked up with a laugh. “I was sure you were going to kick me out of the group.”

“Totes. At one point I thought she was going to start yelling things like a coach from the sidelines.” Chloe grinned at her best friend.

Aubrey shrugged and leaned on the table. “Looking back at it… yeah, it was hot. My brothers still ask me to tell them the story at least once a year.”

Beca rolled her eyes. “You should never have told them that at Thanksgiving. They still call me Rocky.” She looked up as Jessica brought over a baggie of ice wrapped in a towel. “Thanks, Jess.” She took it gratefully and placed it over Chloe’s knuckles who winced. “Sorry. But this will keep the swelling down.”

She was completely aware that they were the center of attention and was trying to avoid dealing with the events of the past ten minutes. Focusing on Chloe’s hand gave her some breathing room to sort out what she was feeling.

There was worry – maybe a lot of worry – because she knew what they had would never be considered normal. Most people couldn’t or wouldn’t understand it. And the women sitting at this table were her family and she was afraid they would turn their backs once they knew it hadn’t just been said for Alice’s benefit.

There was some relief at finally having it in the open – keeping secrets from their friends had never sat well with her, no matter the fact that she had agreed with the others to keep it just theirs for the time being. That had been especially true of the last few months. It had grown more difficult to remember not to run her hand through Aubrey’s hair or lay on Stacie’s back when Jessley was over.

Part of that difficulty was that they’d essentially lived together since they got back, migrating from one house to the other in a group 90% of the time. But most of it was the fact that they were still skittish after the events in France. Their reassuring touches and kisses had remained constant and maybe even more frequent after Chloe and Beca had got the second half of their ‘gay wedding vows’ as Beca called it, mostly to keep from crying whenever she thought of their matching tattoos.

One way or another, they wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. Either they would be accepted or… they’d be left alone. Beca tried not to think about the pain that would cause her and took a deep breath.

‘Time to face the music.’

But when she looked up, half braced for disgust, she found nothing but love and acceptance. Emily was practically vibrating in her seat next to Beca, her grin so wide Beca was surprised it didn’t hurt.

What she didn’t see was surprise.

“Holy shit.” Beca stared around the table, seeing Aubrey’s head turn sharply toward her. “You guys already knew, didn’t you?”

There was a pause that felt like an eternity before Amy spoke into the silence. “It’s not like you guys were really subtle about it on the tour.”

“Or since we moved into our house,” Ashley added. “I think the number of times you guys have kissed thinking we weren’t in sight is up in the double digits.”

“Triple,” Jessica said with a grin. “It’s cute as hell to watch you guys catch your breath and try to not look all mussed up.”

Beca groaned and lowered her burning face to the table. “I may need your ice, Chlo.”

“I can’t believe you guys didn’t say anything,” Chloe murmured as she reached over to stroke Beca’s hair with her left hand.

“Wasn’t our story to tell.” Jessica offered. “Isn’t that what you always say?”

“Though, if we’re being honest,” Cynthia Rose said. “We may have started a betting pool two years ago. After the first all group Disney trip.”

“What are you talking about?” Beca rolled her head to look at her. “That was right after we all got married. We didn’t even know then.”

“Yeah, but…” She trailed off, taking out her phone as she thought. “The way you guys interact – honestly since you guys moved – was like four interconnected pieces. You weren’t just anticipating Chloe’s needs, but Aubrey’s and Stacie’s too. All of you were, really, but it stood out with Beca because she’d only done that before with Chlo.”

“You were like that in our first trip.” Emily offered almost hesitantly. “If I didn’t know you guys, I’d have had a hard time telling who was actually dating who.”

Aubrey finally spoke up. “And you aren’t…”

“Aubrey Posen-Conrad, you better not be about to say ‘disgusted.’” Flo sat up straight in her chair. “You know us better than that. You’re family and the four of you have created something amazing and there is no shame in love.”

“It’s beautiful.”

They all looked in surprise at Lilly – though Beca supposed it was ‘Esther’ today, since they could hear her so clearly. Beca wasn’t sure yet about this whole ‘Lilly was Satan’ thing, or the fact that she seemed to move easily between the girl they’d known for the last seven years and this new persona three months ago. She decided her prior decision was best – react based on who she seemed to be on a given day and, at the worst, apparently Satan was on their side as he had helped them win the ICCA’s and Worlds. Beca barely avoided the trap she’d gotten stuck in last time, which was wondering if a capella was the devil’s music after all. That spiral had lasted a weekend until the other three had pulled her out of it with enforced naked cuddling.

“You guys mean that. You… really don’t care?” Stacie said slowly.

“Just because it’s not everyone’s normal doesn’t mean that yours is wrong.” Emily shrugged. “My mom says the world would be a happier place if people would stop worrying about whoever everyone else was fucking and have more sex of their own.”

The laugh that left Beca was loud, ragged and more than half a sob. “You can’t swear, Legacy, it’s too ado-.” She broke off and blinked rapidly as her words finally sunk in. “You told your MOM?!”

“It was an accident!” Emily grabbed Beca’s hand. “The day I played my song for you guys over Skype, Aubrey almost kissed you and I ran into my doorframe when I figured it out.”

Stacie gave a delighted laugh. “I told you. Totally should’ve bet.”

“I ended up with a small black eye and mom wanted to know why.” Emily squirmed in her chair. “I’m still a terrible liar…”

“We know.” Amy snorted then laughed when Emily flipped her off. “You’re getting more and more Beca-like after every visit, Legacy.”

“…and I told her what I thought I saw.” Emily grinned at Amy then looked back at the four of them. “I’m really sorry. I know I shouldn’t have, but… She wasn’t surprised either. Not after last year’s reunion.” She looked at Stacie and grinned. “You put your boobs on Beca’s head and she didn’t try to kill you.”

“Still before we’d figured it out ourselves.” Beca shook her head. “Seriously, why am I always the last to know these things?” She sat back in her chair and put her hand on Chloe’s thigh, needing the contact to stay grounded as her emotions swirled chaotically through her.

She was surprised she didn’t have whiplash from the violent swing from protective rage through fear of losing their friends to the current feeling of giddy joy and relief making her heart swell with extremely schmoopy happiness.

She looked over at Chloe but was instead greeted by all three of her girls watching her affectionately. Her heart skipped a beat and, without thinking, she spoke. “I love you.”

‘I am so fucking mushy.’ Beca thought to herself.

“We love you too, sweet cheeks.”

Beca flushed at Ashley’s sly tone. “Oh my god. You guys have been saving up all your teasing, haven’t you?”

Cynthia Rose nodded. “You have no idea.”

“But you wiiillll,” Jessica said, practically singing it.

Beca heaved out a sigh and her three girls reacted as expected. Stacie winked at her, Aubrey’s lips twitched into a grin and Chloe leaned over to kiss her cheek. All three of them spoke in unison.

“You love us.”

Beca laughed again, this one free of tears. “Holy shit do I need a drink.”

“Ooh, I’ll go get a bottle of something.” Amy pushed up from her seat and was gone before Beca could stop her.

“One of us will hold your hair.” Chloe promised as she flexed her hand slowly under the ice pack. “We promise.

‘I am so fucking lucky to have all of these women in my life.’

~A~

Aubrey sat back, Stacie’s hand a warm presence on her back, and took stock of how she was feeling.

Lighter, was the biggest answer.

She hadn’t even been aware of how much Alice’s treatment of her had weighed in her mind until it was suddenly gone. It wasn’t even like she thought of Alice outside of any discussions with the other three or for the two or three weeks before one of the reunions.

But apparently that nagging voice had drilled its way into her brain where it lodged and poisoned her self-image from the inside out. Chloe had knocked some of it loose their senior year. Stacie had dulled more of it when Aubrey stopped running from her feelings. The three of them together had made the biggest difference. All those talks they had before, during and after sex had gone a long way to soothing the anxieties that had lingered.

But today, finally being face to face with her former captain had brought it all back in one sickening heartbeat.

At first she’d braced for Beca to immediately launch herself like a tiny rage missile; waited for that amazing left hook to make a repeat appearance. Or for Stacie to pull her apart piece by piece.

She’d begun the process to prepare herself to shield them from Alice. She was their Captain and it was her job to take the brunt of anything that came their way and protect all her Bellas.

Until her girls had physically and verbally formed a wall to protect her.

She’d certainly never expected Chloe pull Stacie into a kiss so deep that Aubrey knew Stacie’s toes had curled. The shock of it made it easy to give in to Beca’s silent plea and allow herself to be dipped and kissed in front of the entire reunion. Kissing Beca was as natural as breathing, at this point, and it was easy to lose herself in it for a precious few moments. She wasn’t ashamed of them or what they had and anyone who tried to sling insults would have to go through her first.

The fact that each of them reminded her that she wasn’t alone, each In their different way, had almost cracked her façade and moved her to tears.

She definitely couldn’t have predicted Chloe would also be the one to put Alice on the floor and give her a black eye.

Aubrey wasn’t even ashamed to admit – now that she’d had time to collect her thoughts – that it had been just as hot as when Beca had done it all those years ago. Chloe had certainly been right about that, though it wasn’t something they’d ever discussed or that Aubrey had even realized consciously until this past year. She’d spent a lot of time remembering different moments her senior year in a new light. Some she shared with the others, some she kept back until the right moment. Like Beca punching that Tonehanger.

They had always gone out of their way to show her she was special to them – something that had only increased when they’d merged their lives together as one. But today they’d showed it to the world and Aubrey felt the warmth of it surround her in a coat of armor that Alice couldn’t even dream to scratch.

Chloe’s punch was nothing to the verbal assault she then unleashed. Every single word uttered in complete and calm disdain, reducing Alice from the towering figure in their memories to a sad, pathetic creature clutching her swollen eye as they walked away.

And Beca – the onetime pain in her ass – had been her center and held her hand the entire time; lending her strength and unending faith in Aubrey. Keeping her grounded when she’d started to spiral at the talk of lawyers before she’d been able to get a grip on her fear. Aubrey knew she’d talk circles around Alice’s lawyer before offering an out of court settlement that would satisfy even that greedy bitch.

Stacie’s quiet promise of what would happen if Alice opened her mouth again had melted Aubrey’s heart into a puddle, a response she wasn’t sure was appropriate when one’s spouse threatened to kill someone. Especially when you knew they would follow through on it without hesitation.

And, in typical fashion, they covered their deep running emotions with sex banter until they reached the dubious safety of their table. Banter that Aubrey couldn’t wait to bring to life when they were safely back in their room alone. And naked.

Aubrey almost cracked then, at the acceptance from these women who had become her family in a way that Alice’s group had never been. It didn’t surprise her that they knew; they’d been getting the eye from Emily for a while now and she was almost certain that Jessica had walked into the kitchen once while Chloe had Aubrey pinned against the counter – and then just as quickly walked out - but by the time they looked up at what Aubrey had thought sounded like a tiny ‘Eep!’ they were alone again.

She turned to her right and watched Chloe’s familiar profile as her best friend laughed at something Emily was saying. After a brief hesitation, realizing that it couldn’t really get any worse, she leaned forward to rest her chin on Chloe’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

Chloe turned her head until their noses brushed. “For what?”

“Standing up to her for me.” Aubrey shifted her head slightly, making Chloe’s nose scrunch at the slight tickle.

“How do you know I didn’t do it for me?” Chloe’s eyes were so blue this close and Aubrey never got tired of finding how the light revealed something new every time it shifted.

“Because, like you – like our girls – I’ll let people say whatever they want about me, just let it roll off my back.” Aubrey tilted her head further, Chloe’s breath whispering over her lips. “Say one thing about any of you, and I will end them.” She brought their lips together in a gentle kiss that Aubrey felt from head to toe. “And I love you so very much for it.”

“You’ve always been part of me. I won’t let anyone hurt what’s mine.” The voice was soft, the tone gentle, but the possessive fire underneath it sent a pleasant shiver down Aubrey’s back. Chloe tipped their lips together once more. “Ever.”

Aubrey forced herself to sit back, otherwise she wasn’t sure if she could keep their kisses soft and gentle. A motion caught her eye and she looked past Chloe and Beca to find Emily wiping away tears that were streaming down her face.

“Sorry, I just… This is like finding out Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny are real.” She took the tissue that Aubrey dug out of her purse and blew her nose. “It’s dumb, I know, but seeing how much you love each other just… Oh it’s beautiful, Aubrey.”

Aubrey felt herself blush. “Thank you. For not… rejecting us.” It wasn’t quite what she wanted to say, but it was close enough for now. “You mean a great deal to all of us and I would have been crushed if this made you change your mind about moving in in a few months.”

“What!?” Emily’s voice briefly covered everyone else’s as they all stopped to look at her. “Um. Sorry. Ignore me. Please?” The conversations at the table slowly picked back up though Aubrey could tell they were all half keeping an ear out to see what had caused the outburst.

Her face red, Emily shook her head. “Are you kidding? Nothing could make me change my mind about that. It’s what I’m looking forward to the most now that I’ve graduated. I mean, I’ll go see my parents for a month, Benji till however long before he has to start rehearsing for his new play – but I’m totally stoked about coming to live with you!”

“Nobody says ‘stoked’, Legacy.” Beca said it almost absently, as if she wasn’t really paying attention. “Stop trying to copy me.”

“If no one says it, how can I be copying you?” Emily bumped their shoulders together. “Just wait, soon you’ll have me around to keep you in line all the time.”

Beca let out an exaggerated groan. “Why did I agree to this?”

“Because you want me to write all your songs for your new album.” Emily answered immediately. “And because you loooooove me.”

“More the first than the latter,” Beca said before Chloe poked her in the side. “Alright alright. Yeah. I do.”

“And we may have filmed that.” Jessica was telling Stacie, pulling Aubrey and Beca’s attention immediately.

“You what?” Beca asked, her eyebrows high.

“Recorded your rumble.” Cynthia Rose repeated. “We heard someone say her name and, when she was a raging bitch, we realized it had to be the same person. That’s I came up with the idea to play TSwift when you came in.”

“Thanks for that.” Chloe grinned. “It was definitely interesting.”

“Or insane,” Beca muttered. “But continue – I didn’t see any of you until after it was all over.”

“Hold on, there was a whole process.” Emily bounced in her chair and Aubrey smiled in response to her excitement. “CR was in charge of the music and Jessica, Ashley and Lilly were the designated camerawomen.”

“Why those three?” Stacie asked, sliding her hand over to play with Aubrey’s fingers.

“Because no one ever notices us,” Ashley said with a smile. “We’ve literally been here the whole time.”

Aubrey laughed easily, another hurtful moment of their past having been changed to new memories made with joy instead of anger. “Guess you guys got more than you bargained for, huh?”

“I’ll say.” Jessica leaned forward in her chair. “I got a perfect shot of Alice’s face when Chloe punched her. Lilly said she’d edit all three videos together to make one amazing montage.”

“Thanks… Lilly.” Beca said with only the smallest of hesitations. They were still trying to decide how to refer to her, most of them still using Lilly by default. She didn’t seem to mind, thankfully, as seven years was a tough habit to break. They were working on it, but sometimes Lilly seemed to regress back to her silent, slightly terrifying ways and Aubrey often wondered if the rest of them had suffered a group hallucination brought on by the explosion.

“You’re welcome, Beca.” Lilly said happily. “I’ll have Jessley send their videos to me before we leave so I can work on it when I get home.”

“Aca-awesome!” Chloe said enthusiastically. “It kind of all passed in a blur and I don’t remember half of what I said.”

“By the power of your words, you gutted and field dressed her like a deer and it was kind of hot.” Aubrey said without thinking. She blinked when she became aware of the entire table watching her. “Too much too soon?”

“No – it was more the image of a deer juxtaposed with the four of you in The Expanse that I’m having problems with.” Jessica said, fanning herself. “It just took me a minute to get rid of the deer. I’m good now.” She wiggled her eyebrows when Beca just stared at her.

“Holy crap.” Beca shook her head. “What have we created?”

“A safe space to bring out all our secret fantasies.” Cynthia Rose said then raised both her hands. “Just kidding. Maybe.” She winked and clicked her tongue.

Beca groaned again. “You guys are going to be the death of me.”

Emily stroked her hand down Beca’s hair and Aubrey choked back her giggle. “It’s ok, Aca-Mom. I’ll take care of you.” She beamed when Beca flipped her off. “See, you’re doing better already!”

“Seriously, Amy better come back with a bucket full of beers and not just the tequila she’s going to try and make me drink. I need at least five beers before that happens.” Beca started looking around the room. “Is there a waitress or just the bar on the far side?”

Letting the presence of her three soothe her ragged edges, Aubrey took a cleansing breath, willing the last of her tension out of her body. She turned to ask Chloe how her hand was and saw Beca’s face go slack in shock. Before she could turn around, someone spoke behind her.

“Aubrey.”

Aubrey froze, suddenly lightheaded as all the blood drained from her face. As if trapped in a nightmare, she turned slowly in her seat, her eyes reluctantly lifting to meet green eyes the exact shade of her own. From far away she heard herself answer.

“Mother?”

#Bechloe Fanfiction #Staubrey Fanfiction #Poly Bellas Squared #Beca Mitchell #Chloe Beale #Aubrey Posen #Stacie Conrade #wlw #A Shared Lifetime #cyc writes #cyc fic tease

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bigowlenergy · 6 years ago

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Notes on Gender, Ethnicity, and Culture

At the heart of the etoneki conflict/drama is nothing more than culture clash.

Eto may be amazing at studying others and have replicated humanity well enough to be a respected author among humans without anyone finding any clues to her ghoul nature, not even Haise in RE: - but she is still someone who was raised by ghouls. Her base nature is as a ghoul, from the 24th ward specifically. Naturally, there’s going to be some confusion between her and Kaneki, who was raised by humans.

But that leaves the good good question of what those differences should be. Clearly, some should be tiny, but there NEED to be huge misunderstandings bc I live for that kind of drama. Also, it’s a slowburn, so. that’s how it is.

this is long, and tagged for spoilers for a good reason. nothing specific, but if u like being surprised by the plot in ur grapefruit, go no further as of chapter 5

1) Ghouls have ABO while humans do not. Sure, there was a decently long time where Kaneki lived among ghouls, but can u picture early chapter Touka willingly sitting him down and giving the birds and the bees and the grasshoppers and also the spiders Talk? I think not. Maybe Kouma? Itori would. Like, they’d both kill him dead with it, but they would. And knowing the contexts within another culture doesn’t mean that you have assimilated those words/concepts to your own yourself, or that you actually know every single social detail, especially as it applies to others.

...but Eto does. And human gender/sexuality is fairly simple on the whole, except when it isn’t, so she has a leg up on him there.

plus, the way I have the ABO structured, it makes a bit more sense for him to be less aware of it, since his gender, as perceived by ghouls, is the most privileged one. Especially since its associated with deliberate power gain, which he totally played into during the later half of the first TG, so it would be a natural assumption for ghouls to make that he understood that he was acting exactly as his gender is socially expected to. and in a way that would socially cement his powerful omega status.

Tsukiyama would totally say something about it, since with the whole affluent family thing he’d probably be very aware of gender and social dynamics, but anything shuu says can be followed by “and he called me a cabbage in French last week, so okay shuu, whatever poetics ‘omega’ means to u, go ahead, have your fun buddy.” Banjou, who was involved with Rize, would be too worried about offending him or making it embarrassing to say anything. and as a ghoul even lower than shuu, he’d be super conservative about getting up in an omega’s business. It would just be this ambiguous open secret that everyone but Kaneki is totally, painfully aware of. the gasmask trio find this hilarious. Hina is a wee bab whose parent was a doctor for ghouls, so she just accepts her big bro as is.

so there’s eto’s expectations to be basically an underling to someone powerful as a normal, comfortable relationship dynamic, pitted against kaneki’s human-embedded inclination toward monogamy and not something that feels like weird bdsm domination stuff. they each are expecting a certain treatment from one another, and not getting it. eto feels neglected, since he isn’t all in her business and allowing her to settle in the shadow of his power and just ride things out, and kaneki, with only human expectations for sex, gender, and whatever the hell just happened, expects the worst from her as the “““male”““ in the relationship who manipulated him.

the conflict is that neither happens.

all of the power is on his side of the court, but in human terms, it feels like the opposite - vis a vis, human misogyny and all the horrible expectations for a sex and reproduction based marriage system that go along with that.

which is why i’ve inverted all that to make myself feel better :)

2) i kicked knots out bc idk about that business, but there have to be other physical differences. there have to be, or its boring. and then again, since both are hybrids, what should either have?

i’ve decided eto will have all physical differences or a learned equivalent due to ghoul socialization, while kaneki should have none but whatever was forced on him through his kakuhou - ie, pheromone stuff, but nothing more.

ghouls can purr, bc i am weak to that shit. Kaneki is aware of this. it’s just a Thing that they do. he’s read to Hina and she’s fallen asleep purring before and it was adorable. irimi purrs very quietly when she cleans things. uta is a purr machine when he makes masks, and it knocks yomo out unless he’s drunk, then he just purrs like a truck engine from the floor near uta’s desk for three hours. touka hasn’t purred since ayato left

eto purrs when she’s satisfied with her writing flow, which is one of the main reasons she prefers to work alone in her apartment and keep shiono out. otherwise, she doesn’t mind company. she also purrs when happy, like most ghouls. kaneki does not. i can site Haise’s RC scan on this: since he never took damage to the throat, he never had a chance to heal ‘more ghoul’ in that area.

so the exchange of a happy eto, deeply content with their uneasy peace, purring to express such delight, meets a blank wall that doesn’t agree. her social expression of happiness clashes up against kaneki only maybe leaning toward physical affection and being quiet. he can understand that she is happy, and she can understand that he can’t respond in the same way, but the dynamics of their relationship make her doubt her actions and get instinctually afraid of doing something wrong and upsetting someone much more powerful than her who also decides if she is allowed to reproduce with him or not. and stops purring and gets unsettled. kaneki is only confused and maybe she doesn’t like being touched? time to touch less. oh no, she did do Something Wrong and now omega is mad at her!! interpersonal drama escalates on both sides >:3c

ghouls have great night vision. kaneki also does and you know why. youve read the series. full ghouls have tapetum lucidum in both eyes, but eto only has it in her single ghoul eye. her vision is unbalanced in the dark but due to her learning to compensate for the slight reduction in light capture on one side she gets by just fine. it also parallels nicely with arima’s poor eyesight and learning to compensate for it.

ghouls are crepuscular while humans are diurnal, but this doesn’t matter since neither of etoneki know what a sleep schedule is. and the 24th ward doesn’t experience day/night cycles, so they have their own issues with sleeping when safe, do not sleep when not safe.

ghouls tend toward pack structure, but not in a rigid way where there can only be one omega/powerful ghoul per unit. as long as everybody gets along personally, its fine. omega don’t see each other as competition. alpha toss themselves at their feet without prompting. they’re not a scarce resource. alpha don’t even really fight over omega unless completely affected by heat and rut cycles and unable to grasp the concept of maybe next time. but even that is rare, mostly only those who are jealous as a person attempt this. if alpha fight over an omega and one wins, the omega might just kill them for taking away some of their prospects, or might be impressed by the show of strength. or annoyed by it, bc they want weak underlings. depends on the person. (eto is more than a bit possessive, at least for his first heat.)

more on this point as i think of it.

3) I haven’t specified kaneki’s personal gender identity for a reason. that reason is that i’m not sure what direction i want to go. this is strictly for maman, not Sugar, which is trans girl Sasako forever. for this piece of feti/sh garbage? whom knows! (I know. and until word of god says otherwise - i’m god - every character is trans.)

but really, there’s options. and i love them all.

A) kaneki was trans all along. hide is best bi bud. aunt was a bitch, but nothing worse than canon since he was closeted at the time, although he doubly prepared to never speak to her again. (true neutral)

B) woke up a ghoul and with new parts. why believe a species change but not a sex change, eh? heightens the early game confusion and search for id as a person whose major ids have changed against his will. (lawful neutral)

C) gradual transformation. like how he came into his strength as a ghoul slowly. read a doujin like this once. was okay. quality art, big titties, 8/10. ngl would read the sequel. (Perhaps I am writing the sequel? aren’t we all just chasing our Brands across the lonely internet, hopping from one computer virus to the next? maybe u die reading hentai, or u live long enough to see urself post to ao3.) (chaotic neutral)

D) heals himself a new set of parts due to intense damage. see the haise RC chart, which has a ton of pathways around the hips/torso area. parallels with cutting eto in half?? (also lawful neutral)

E) started happening as a transformation when eto’s pheromones triggered his heat cycle for the first time. boy would he be pissed at her X2 lmao (lawful evil)

F) transformation during #240 time due to losing all memory and only having instinct to structure his body with, and just enough RC pathways to make a hormone based transformation possible. Chiba would have had a field day, but also would have torn out his horrible bowl cut in confusion. get rekt bud. not even #240 knows wtf goin on (neutral evil)

G) maybe he just wanted a vag! thought about that?? learns he is supposed to be able to manipulate his flesh like his kagune, which he is canonically great at, and just Goes For It. it works. he is a strong, dependent idiot who don’t need no dick. (iconic)

H) same as above, but that’s just what Haise does when he has the reigns. looks deep into his pastless self and asks ‘do i have to put up with this cis nonsense? not today.’ (chaotic iconic)

I) it happens suddenly when he activates his kakuja for the first time. queer the monster transformation u wish to see in the world. just. so confused. but also there’s Guilt to be felt about banjou and amon and such, so that’s back burner. (chaotic evil)

okay, so in like fifteen minutes i was able to name 9 perfect opportunities for ishida to carry though the motif of 1)iding with female ghouls 2)paralleling with canon trans man mutsuki 3)litcherally having a female ghoul organ donation fiasco 4)being associated with vacillating between masculine yang and feminine yin black/white 5)having a narrative that revolved around accepting his body and learning to find his own strength and id that is different than what he was born with - but coward ishida stopped sixty miles short of the mark. fool. I Cannot Feast Upon Crumbs, Sir. Sir, You Have Given Me Airplane Peanuts For Supper. Sir, I Am Starving And Antagonistic At Best.

(i shouldn’t call him a coward. three huge series magically having the same Wife And Kids ending all during the time shinzou abe is in office? probably not a coincidence. hope they got a good payout for it. i’d sell out for that $$$ too tbh)

eto is just an alpha. her human social id is a Normal Human Female Who Is Totally Cis and Straight for maximum social acceptance and ease of integration, but that’s only her mask. her personal id is an alpha, which is cis by ghoul standards, and she uses she/her pronouns bc she feels like it. she has the power to id as above alpha, but she enjoys the social invisibility it gives her, since she can blend in the background whereever and noone looks at her presumably weak ass twice. like chie, but for nefarious purposes.

....does that make her the equivalent of a ghoul feminist? i’m getting Too Deep

4) the wards can be isolated and far apart, and its been explored in canon with the Three Blades family and the white suites - congrats u 2 - and ghoul organizations that have a home ward having distinct cultural differences from one another. small ethnic groups and isolated diaspora? natives? subset?? of whatever the 24th ward ghouls - sorry, tokyo humans - are.

this sort of thing is only tangentially related to kaneki. if someone with a texas accent teaches someone to speak english, that person will have that accent, whether they’v ever been to texas or not. so he has some of the social mannerisms of a 20th ward ghoul, but generally still has a lot of ingrained human attributes to confuse them.

5) i’m still fascinated by the half finished thought about there are just some ghouls who become binge eaters in canon. like Rize wasn’t special for it. I think shinohara mentioned this?? but. it makes sense. general food insecurity, lack of permanent social support, total oppression, absurd power levels, plenty of humans to take it out on...ye.

and kaneki has the kakuhou of an adult binge eater. there’s cool hints of the kakuhou being parasitic, so a mature one would def fall into the biological fulfillment of binge eating for strength and carry that genetic knowledge into a new host. and from there, it would induce cravings, serotonin reward systems, and all that good stuff to get what its come to like.... like, mayhaps, a cordycepts? ;)

well, i’ve put ‘binge eater’ down as just a general omega trait, since it feels authentic to do so, so we’ll see what i do with this in the future. i will also see, since i too am ignorant of my own self. what will my horny subconscious do next? i am usually the last to know.

anyway,

peace

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keelywolfe · 6 years ago

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FIC: Biting Off More Than You Can Chew; part 2

Summary: Rus needs some answers and there is only one Monster in Underswap who might have them.

Tags: heatfic, dubious consent, NSFW, frenemies to lovers, mates, first time, more if I think of them

PLEASE READ THE TAGS: This is a Heat story, so there are going to be issues of consent. I don’t do partner rape, nope, but hey, I want to be straight with y’all. I like heatfics personally, but I understand how they can be troubling for some people. So there it is.

There is still no explicit sex in this chapter. There will be eventually.

Also on AO3

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One of the weirder talents that Rus possessed had to be his knack of dump picking. The dump was hands down the best place to find unexpected treasures and Rus had honed the skill of finding them to a fine art. Racecar beds, broken televisions that he could repair, books and blu-rays, he found it all. Some of it was for Blue, most of it was for bartering because entertainment was worth a hell of a lot more than G on any day. The Underground was fucking boring, and that was a fact.

With that in mind, he scavenged through his hidden stash of goods for some bribery material and luckily, he knew exactly he best kind. Hotland was only a quick shortcut away and in no time, Rus was standing at the laboratory door with his prize under his arm.

Looking at the door made him feel a little queasy, though he wasn’t sure why; sure, he’d worked here for a little while but Snowdin was better for Blue when he’d been younger, plenty more Monsters his age, so they’d moved. That…he was pretty sure that was right, eh, didn’t matter, that was ages ago. Right now, he wanted some answers and the one person in Underswap who might be able to help was behind that door, hopefully.

He knocked, his knucklebones ringing loudly against the metal door. There was no answer and Rus knocked again even harder. He was kinda on a time crunch, here.

“c’mon, undyne, open up!” he called. “i know you’re in there, it’s not like you’re going to take a stroll around hotland! you know it’s me, i walked past four cameras just to get here.”

The door remained stubbornly closed. Rus sighed and readied his secret weapon, holding up the manga over his head where he knew a camera was looking down at him. “oh, no, whatever shall do with this holiday special double-length manga of mew mew kissy cutie, sixth edition,” he said flatly.

He didn’t have to wait long after that. Slowly, the door creaked open and from the darkness within an eye peered out at him. “Papyrus?”

“hey, doll,” Rus said cheerfully, pushing firmly on the door and ignoring Undyne’s squawk as he strode in. “how’s things? still determined to stay in the old lab, huh? i ain’t judging, but you’re nuts to stay in a place where stepping outside could turn you into fish sticks. speaking of which, might want to close the door, you're letting the ungodly fires of hell in.”

“w-what are you doing here?” Undyne closed the door and then didn’t seem to know what to do, only standing by it, wringing her hands.

Time to put some of that charm of his to work. “okay, i know, we haven’t talked in person in like…a while. sorry about that,” Rus said, with all the gentle apology he could. It was true; once they’d been colleagues but Undyne kept to herself in the lab. After he’d quit, there had been no reason to come here and it wasn’t like she was gonna stop by Muffet’s for a pastry and a beer after work. Still, he was in Hotland all the time, one of his sentry posts wasn’t far away, he could have stopped by…but this place was so fucking creepy. The overhead lights were glaring down at them, and all the cameras on the nearby workstation were posed all over Underswap, the camera feed looping, spying. Even if he understood why, it was still creepy. He’d have to think about it.

“N-no, it’s all right, Papyrus!” Undyne shook her head, her messy red hair falling over her shoulders. “You didn’t have to come here anymore.”

“yeah, maybe, but we’re still friends, right?” he coaxed, “we chat on the undernet all the time, yeah? and i ain’t gonna lie, i didn’t just come over to give you this.” He held up the manga and her eyes strayed to it as he waved it enticingly, a reminder of what was at stake. “i need a favor. you know more about monster anatomy than anyone. so, do you know much about Monster sicknesses?”

“Is Sans...all right?” She gave him a worried look, biting her lip, and her eyes found anything to look at but him, “Um, is it a-about falling down?"

"nah, geez, nothing like that!” Rus exclaimed, aghast. Fuck, he hoped it was nothing like that. “it’s just something i heard about, something...weird."

She nodded, wary, but maybe hinting towards curious. "What kind of weird?"

"Like…what kind of sickness would make a monster hot and sweaty but without a fever. aggressive." he did not raise his hand to his collarbone. "kind of…bitey."

To his surprise, her expression soured. “That's not, hm, funny."

"i'm not kidding and you're right, it's not,” Rus said slowly. He squinted at her. “you have any ideas?"

She still looked doubtful, shuffling her feet against the hard tiles of the floor, daring to look back up at him with something almost like a challenge, “If you’ve been reading old journals just to mess with me—"

“undyne, you know i wouldn’t mess with you, not like that. you know that, right?” She lowered her eyes and nodded. “okay, so what do you mean old journals?”

She still seemed a little uncertain and Rus gave her a beseeching look, turning on the wide eye lights that worked so well on Blue when it came to a second dessert. Apparently, they had an affect on fish monsters too because Undyne sighed a little and gestured at him.

“C-come on,” Undyne slouched into the lab and Rus followed, shaking away his uneasiness. This place was creepy as fuck even without the cups of dried ramen scattered all over, and laundry scattered around. Seemed like it was his fate today to walk through the realms of the slobs. Blue would be having a conniption if he saw this.

It was worse the further they went, dust layering everything, and just as he was starting to wonder if this was a secret plot to mug him for the manga and lock him up for some quality ‘science’, Undyne led him to a darkened room. She flipped on a switch with a loud click and bright fluorescents came on overhead, humming loudly, which was a good thing because he wasn’t about to go into the creepy fucking lab room in the dark. Edge would have had to start looking into those Underfell horse doctors and hope they didn’t shoot first and ask questions later.

The room was mostly empty, the only furniture was one bookshelf loaded with heavy tomes, and Undyne squatted next to it, hesitating over each one until she made a satisfied sound and pulled one free. She settled to sit on the dusty floor and Rus sat next to her, leaning in curiously. She held it out to him, “Here, look.

“regulatory hypothalamic estrus response in monsters due stagnating populaces,” he read slowly. “sounds like a real page-turner. okay, what is it?”

“It’s an e-evolutionary holdover,” she explained, opening the book, “to help maintain Monster populations. M-monsters reproduce slowly compared to some other species, and if our numbers ever drop low enough, the effect can be a hormonal response in our magic that stimulates estrus or heat.”

“okay, now you’re playing tricks on me,” Rus said flatly. “i’ve never even heard of such a fucking thing!”

“Well, we haven’t had to worry about it since the time period just after the war,” Undyne told him with a little shrug, “To be honest, we’re bordering on overcrowded. It’s only when the populace starts dipping dangerously low that it can happen.”

“so, what this is saying,” Rus tapped the yellowed pages with a fingertip, “is monsters might go into heat if they have a low population.” Like, say, Monsters getting dusted every day and twice on Sundays, in another universe where murder was less a terrible offense and more of an easy solution to a variety of problems.

“Yes,” she nodded eagerly. “M-most of the literature is, hm, from right after the war. There was a wave of heats going through all Monster’s species when our population was close to extinction levels. Of course, that was a long time ago and we haven’t seen anything like that since, but the Royal Scientist back then kept meticulous records.”

“yeah?” Rus asked, absently, still flipping through the journal. The handwriting was strange, antiquated, which he supposed made sense since this was probably written before the Queen had shed her first winter coat, “who was it?”

“Um…I’m not…” her eyes went vague and she shook her head. “Anyway, see here?” the page was full of grainy sketches, the faces discreetly blurred but all of them showing a small wound of some sort on their necks. “Monsters in heat stabilize quickly with a mate. They usually mark their mate, somehow. The most common method was biting, but a species without teeth might scratch a mark or even use some kind of ink or paint to draw it.”

Oh, fuck.

Rus swallowed dryly and kept his hands on the pages, didn’t reach up to touch the aching bitemark hidden beneath the collar of his sweatshirt. It was throbbing anxiously along with the pulse of his soul. "what…” his voice cracked, and Rus cleared his throat, “what if they mark someone who isn’t their mate?"

She blinked, her eyes owlishly large through her glasses. “I—I don't remember anything like that in the literature. It’s hormonally driven, I wouldn’t think they’d want to mark anyone other than a potential mate and anyone compatible would probably already be in heat themselves. Even if they weren’t, no monster who wasn't interested would chance getting close enough for it to be an issue. I-its fairly obvious, if you know what to look for. Like you were saying, sweating, aggressiveness—"

“a weird smell,” Rus muttered.

That got him a strange look. “Um, maybe? There’s a notation on a release of pheromones, that could have an odor…d-did you find another book about this, is that why you’re asking?”

“something like that,” Rus managed to give her a toothy grin even though he’d never felt less like laughing in his entire fucking life. She still seemed a little too interested, even suspicious, and Rus added hastily, “thought it might make an interesting idea for a story…maybe a manga.”

That did it. Her eyes went a little starry. “R-really? Are you going to p-post it on the Undernet?”

“might, when it’s done. okay, so, monsters go into heat and what, they get a little busy and they’re done? can’t they, you know?” He offered her a few hand gestures to convey a variety of self-service options and her cheeks flushed dark purple. But damn if he didn’t know his audience, because she giggled, too, covering her eyes.

“No, no, it’s not the kind of situation where you can help yourself. That’s why Monsters need a mate for it. Heats are usually only a problem if they don't.”

There was the info he was looking for, “so what if they don't?”

Her expression turned serious, her blush fading. “It can be dangerous, to themselves and to others. Monster in heat have been known to die from it, or to kill other Monsters in search of their mate. Not their fault, of course,” she added hastily, “can’t battle evolution. They really fixate in their mate,” she sighed. “A shame it doesn’t happen anymore, it’s sort of romantic!”

“romantic,” he echoed hollowly. Yeah, it was an real assload of flowers and kisses, wasn’t it.

“W-was that what you needed to know?” she asked hopefully. “C-can you use that for your manga?”

“it was just about perfect, ‘dyne,” he said honestly, “exactly what i needed to know. tell you what, i’ll let you read my manga when it’s done, sound good?”

Which would be never, but it wasn’t actually a lie. He owned her big time for this, though, he’d have to think of something to make it up to her. With a flourish, he sat the Mew Mew Kissy Cutie manga on top of the journal and handed both to Undyne, who was already flushing again, looking at the manga almost hungrily.

“hey one last thing, undyne,” Rus gave her a gentle poke, startling her from her manga hypnosis, “you think the symptoms of heat are pretty obvious, right? if you know what to look for?”

“Probably not to anyone today,” Undyne gave him a nervous smile, “Or you wouldn’t be here asking about it, but I would think it was back then. The symptoms are pretty distinct.”

“yeah,” he said softly, “that’s what i thought. thanks for the help, sweetheart.” He hesitated at the door, but Undyne hadn’t opened the manga yet, and he decided to risk it, “tell you what, when you finally decided to write that letter you talked about on the undernet? i’ll deliver it for you, if you want.”

Her cheeks went bright mulberry. “Papyrus!” she moaned, covering her eyes. “I-I couldn’t…she’d never---”

“won’t know unless you try,” Rus shrugged. “anyway, i got some things to take care of, i can find my own way out. maybe i’ll see you soon, okay?”

“After working on that manga, I hope,” she teased, and yeah, he’d have to stop by again. Undyne was a good egg, she didn’t deserve to be here alone all the time, but that was for later.

Rus exhaled slowly, thinking of the problem at hand. Or rather, at other body parts. “yeah, i’m betting i’ll be getting started on that project real soon.”

tbc

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#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underswap papyrus #underfell papyrus #biting off more than you can chew

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emk-irl · 2 years ago

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That's why we offer you this second vibrating egg, which can accompany you in your villainous splashes and make you really want to get out of the water to go have fun - or invite your partner to dive into pleasure with you. (Well, we advise you to do it in a private pool without vis-à-vis, eh: in the municipal pool shielded by families, it is not recommended to vibrate the noodle.)

With its ten modes and six vibration speeds, this vibrating egg should make your summer swims boiling hot! And of course, if you prefer to use it in a soft bed, that's possible too.

The Lovehoney vibrating double cockring

Without falling into the TMI ( Too Much Information ), know that the cock ring has been a great discovery for my sex life - and I have a very simple one, so imagine what this model can do!

As a reminder, it is a silicone ring which is placed around the penis and/or the testicles and tightens slightly, in order to delay ejaculation, increase pleasure, swell the member...

This one is double (a ring for the cock, one for the balls) and provided with two vibrating elements: if you have a clitoris , the first will come to marry it over the comings and goings for a missionary or an Amazon platinum quality, and the second will send waves of pleasure under the testicles of the person wearing the cock ring. The future is beautiful.

The Fun Factory Strap-On

Why quotes around “strap-on”? Because as you will quickly see, no belt here: this double vibrator does not attach around the waist! The idea is that one of the two people inserts the short part of it into her vagina and holds it by contracting the muscles of her perineum; the longer end will go into the orifice of a lucky partner... All these beautiful people will therefore be stimulated from the inside.

Between the two branches, a bullet will vibrate the object, but you can also detach it to use it separately - the double vibrator will then become a double dildo. Frankly, it's a very well thought out object that should make your summer much too hot!

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mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl · 7 years ago

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50 SHADES OF KWON JI YONG PT.8 (M)

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Genre:Smut/Fluff/Angst

Rated:NC-17

Pairing:G-Dragon x Reader

Word count: 6,484

Part.6 Part.7 Part.8 Part.9

Light fills the room, coaxing me from deep sleep to wakefulness. I stretch out and open my eyes. It’s a beautiful May morning, Seoul at my feet. Wow, what a view. Beside me, Kwon Ji Yong is fast asleep. Wow, what a view. I’m surprised he’s still in bed. He’s facing me, and I have an unprecedented opportunity to study him. His lovely face looks younger, relaxed in sleep. His sculptured, pouty lips are parted slightly, and his shiny, clean hair is a glorious mess. How could anyone look this good and still be legal? I remember his room upstairs… perhaps he’s not legal. I shake my head, so much to think about. It’s tempting to reach out and touch him, but like a small child, he’s so lovely when he’s asleep. I don’t have to worry about what I’m saying, what he’s saying, what plans he has, especially his plans for me.

I could gaze at him all day, but I have needs – bathroom needs. Slipping out of bed, I find his white shirt on the floor and shrug it on. I walk through a door thinking that it might be the bathroom, but I’m in a vast walk-in closet as big as my bedroom. Lines and lines of expensive suits, shirts, shoes, and ties. How can anyone need this many clothes? I tut with disapproval. Actually, Rin’s wardrobe probably rivals this. Rin! Oh no. I didn’t think about her all evening. I was supposed to text her. Crap. I’m going to be in trouble. I wonder briefly how she’s getting on with Taeyang. Returning to the bedroom, Jiyong is still asleep. I try the other door. It’s the bathroom, and it’s bigger than my bedroom. Why does one man need so much space? Two sinks, I notice with irony. Given he doesn’t sleep with anyone, one of them can’t have been used. I stare at myself in the gigantic mirror above the sinks. Do I look different? I feel different. I feel a little sore, if I’m honest, and my muscles - jeez it’s like I’ve never done any exercise in my life. You don’t do any exercise in your life, my subconscious has woken. She’s staring at me with pursed lips, tapping her foot. So you’ve just slept with him, given him your virginity, a man who doesn’t love you. In fact, he has very odd ideas about you, wants to make you some sort of kinky sex slave. ARE YOU CRAZY? She’s shouting at me. I wince as I look in the mirror. I am going to have to process all this. Honestly, fancy falling for a man who’s beyond beautiful, richer than Croesus, and has a Red Room of Pain waiting for me. I shudder. I’m bewildered and confused. My hair is its usual wayward self. Just-fucked hair doesn’t suit me. I try and bring order to the chaos with my fingers but fail miserably and give up – maybe I’ll find hair ties in my purse. I’m starving. I head back out to the bedroom. Sleeping beauty is still sleeping, so I leave him and head for the kitchen. Oh no… Rin. I left my purse in Jiyong’s study. I fetch it and reach for my cell phone. Three texts. *RU OK Y/N* *Where RU Y/N* *Damn it Y/N* I call Rin. When she doesn’t answer, I leave her a groveling message to tell her I am alive and have not succumbed to Bluebeard, well not in the sense she would be worried about – or perhaps I have. Oh this is so confusing. I have to try and categorize and analyze my feelings for Kwon Ji Yong. It’s an impossible task. I shake my head in defeat. I need alone time, away from here to think. I find two welcome hair ties at the same time in my bag and quickly tie my hair in pigtails. Yes! The more girly I look, perhaps the safer I’ll be from Bluebeard. I take my iPod out of the bag and plug my headphones in. There’s nothing like music to cook by. I slip it into the breast pocket of Jiyong’s shirt, turn it up loud, and start dancing. Holy hell, I’m hungry. I am daunted by his kitchen. It’s so sleek and modern and none of the cupboards have handles. It takes me a few seconds to deduce that I have to push the cupboard doors to open them. Perhaps I should cook Jiyong breakfast. He was eating an omelet the other day… um, yesterday at the Heathman. Jeez, so much has happened since then. I check in the fridge, where there are plenty of eggs, and decide I want pancakes and bacon. I set about making some batter, dancing my way round the kitchen. Being busy is good. It allows a bit of time to think but not too deeply. Music blaring in my ears also helps to stave off deep thought. I came here to spend the night in Kwon Ji Yong’s bed, and managed it, even though he doesn’t let anyone in his bed. I smile, mission accomplished. Big time. I grin. Big, big time, and I’m distracted by the memory of last night. His words, his body, his lovemaking… I close my eyes as my body hums at the recollection, and my muscles contract deliciously deep in my belly. My subconscious scowls at me… fucking – not lovemaking – she screams at me like a harpy. I ignore her, but deep down I know she has a point. I shake my head to concentrate on the task at hand. There is a state-of-the-art range. I think I have the hang of it. I need somewhere to keep the pancakes warm, and I start on the bacon. Amy Studt is singing in my ear about misfits. This song used to mean so much to me, that’s because I’m a misfit. I have never fitted in anywhere and now… I have an indecent proposal to consider from King Misfit himself. Why is he this way? Nature or Nurture? It’s so alien to anything I know. I put the bacon under the grill, and while it’s cooking, I whisk some eggs. I turn, and Jiyong is sitting on one of the bar stools at the breakfast bar, leaning on it, his face supported by his steepled hands. He’s still wearing the t-shirt he’s slept in. Just-fucked hair really, really suits him, as does his designer stubble. He looks both amused and bewildered. I freeze, flush, then gather myself and pull the headphones out of my ears, my knees weak at the sight of him. “Good morning, Miss Y/L/N. You’re very energetic this morning,” he says dryly. “I slept well,” I stutter my explanation. His lips try to mask his smile. “I can’t imagine why.” He pauses and frowns. “So did I, after I came back to bed.” “Are you hungry?” “Very,” he says with an intense look, and I don’t think he’s referring to food. “Pancakes, bacon, and eggs?” “Sounds great.” “I don’t know where you keep your placemats.” I shrug, trying desperately hard not to look flustered. “I’ll do that. You cook. Would you like me to put some music on so you can continue your… err… dancing?” I stare down at my fingers, knowing that I am turning puce. “Please, don’t stop on my account. It’s very entertaining.” His tone is one of wry amusement. I purse my lips. Entertaining eh? My subconscious has doubled over in laughter at me. I turn and continue to whisk the eggs, probably beating them a little harder than they need. In a moment, he’s beside me. He gently pulls my pigtail. “I love these,” he whispers. “They won’t protect you.” Hmm Bluebeard… “How would you like your eggs?” I ask tartly. He smiles. “Thoroughly whisked and beaten,” he smirks. I turn back to the task at hand, trying to hide my smile. He’s hard to stay mad at. Especially when he’s being so uncharacteristically playful. He opens a drawer and takes out two black slate placemats for the breakfast bar. I pour the egg mix into a pan, pull out the bacon and turn it over, and put it back under the grill. When I turn back round, there is orange juice on the table, and he’s making coffee. “Would you like some tea?” “Yes, please. If you have some.” I find a couple of plates and place them in the warming tray of the range. Jiyong reaches into a cupboard and pulls out some Twining’s English Breakfast tea. I purse my lips. “Bit of a foregone conclusion wasn’t I?” “Are you? I’m not sure we’ve concluded anything yet, Miss Y/L/N,” he murmurs. What does he mean by that? Our negotiations? Our, err… relationship… whatever that is? He’s still so cryptic. I serve up the breakfast onto the heated plates and lay them on the placemats. I hunt in the refrigerator and find some maple syrup. I glance up at Jiyong, and he’s waiting for me to sit down. “Miss Y/L/N.” He motions to one of the bar stools. “Mr. Kwon.” I nod in acknowledgement. I climb up and wince slightly as I sit down. “Just how sore are you?” he asks as he sits down. His brown eyes dark. I flush. Why does he ask such personal questions? “Well, to be truthful, I have nothing to compare this to,” I snap at him. “Did you wish to offer your commiserations?” I ask too sweetly. I think he’s trying to stifle a smile, but I can’t be sure. “No. I wondered if we should continue your basic training.” “Oh.” I stare at him dumbfounded as I stop breathing and everything inside me clenches tight. Ooh… that’s so nice. I suppress my groan. “Eat, Y/n.” My appetite has become uncertain again… more… more sex… yes please. “This is delicious, incidentally.” He grins at me. I try a forkful of omelet but can barely taste it. Basic training! I want to fuck your mouth. Does that form part of basic training? “Stop biting your lip. It’s very distracting, and I happen to know you’re not wearing anything under my shirt which makes it even more distracting,” he growls. I dunk my teabag in the small pot that Jiyong has provided. My mind is in a whirl. “What sort of basic training did you have in mind?” I ask, my voice slightly too high, betraying my wish to sound as natural, disinterested, and calm as I can with my hormones wreaking havoc through my body. “Well, as you’re sore, I thought we could stick to oral skills.” I choke on my tea, and I stare at him, eyes wide and gaping. He pats me gently on the back and passes me some orange juice. I cannot tell what he’s thinking. “That’s if you want to stay,” he adds. I glance up at him, trying to recover my equilibrium. His expression is unreadable. It’s so frustrating. “I’d like to stay for today. If that’s okay. I have to work tomorrow.” “What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?” “Nine.” “I’ll get you to work by nine tomorrow.” I frown. Does he want me to stay another night? “I’ll need to go home tonight – I need clean clothes.” “We can get you some here.” I don’t have spare cash to spend on clothes. His hand comes up, and he grasps my chin, tugging it so my lip is released from the grip of my teeth. I’m not even aware I’ve been biting my lip. “What is it?” he asks. “I need to be home this evening.” His mouth is a hard line. “Okay, this evening,” he acquiesces. “Now eat your breakfast.” My thoughts and my stomach are in turmoil. My appetite has vanished. I stare at my half-eaten breakfast. I’m just not hungry. “Eat, Y/N. You didn’t eat last night.” “I’m really not hungry,” I whisper. His eyes narrow. “I would really like you to finish your breakfast.” “What is it with you and food?” I blurt. His brow knits. “I told you, I have issues with wasted food. Eat,” he snaps. His eyes are dark, pained. Holy Crap. What is that all about? I pick up my fork and eat slowly, trying to chew. I must remember not to put so much on my plate if he’s going to be weird about food. His expression softens as I carefully make my way through my breakfast. I note that he cleans his plate. He waits for me to finish, and then he clears my plate. “You cooked, I’ll clear.” “That’s very democratic.” “Yes.” He frowns. “Not my usual style. After I’ve done this, we’ll take a bath.” ��Oh, okay.” Oh my… I’d much rather have a shower. My cell rings, interrupting my reverie. It’s Rin. “Hi.” I wander over to the glass doors of the balcony, away from him. “Y/N, why didn’t you text last night?” She’s angry. “I’m sorry, I was overtaken by events.” “You’re okay?” “Yes, I’m fine.” “Did you?” She’s fishing for information. I roll my eyes at the expectation in her voice. “Rin I don’t want to talk over the phone.” Jiyong glances up at me. “You did… I can tell.” How can she tell? She’s bluffing, and I can’t talk about this. I’ve signed a damned agreement. “Rin, please.” “What was it like? Are you okay?” “I’ve told you I’m okay.” “Was he gentle?” “Rin, please!” I can’t hide my exasperation. “Y/N, don’t hold out on me, I’ve been waiting for this day for nearly four years.” “I’ll see you this evening.” I hang up. That is going to be one difficult square to circle. She’s so tenacious, and she wants to know – in detail, and I can’t tell her because I’ve signed a – what was it called? NDA. She’ll freak and rightly so. I need a plan. I head back to watch Jiyong move gracefully around his kitchen. “The NDA, does it cover everything?” I ask tentatively. “Why?” he turns and gazes at me while putting the Twinings away. I flush. “Well, I have a few questions, you know, about sex.” I stare down at my fingers. “And I’d like to ask Rin.” “You can ask me.” “Jiyong, with all due respect.” My voice fades. I can’t ask you. I’ll get your biased, kinky-as-hell, distorted world-view regarding sex. I want an impartial opinion. “It’s just about mechanics. I won’t mention the Red Room of Pain.” He raises his eyebrows. “Red Room of Pain? It’s mostly about pleasure, Y/N. Believe me,” he says. “Besides,” his tone is harsher. “Your room-mate is making the beast with two backs with my brother. I’d really rather you didn’t.” “Does your family know about your… um predilection?” “No. It’s none of their business.” He saunters toward me until he’s standing in front of me. “What do you want to know?” he asks, and raising his hand runs his fingers gently down my cheek to my chin, tilting my head back so he can look directly into my eyes. I squirm inwardly. I cannot lie to this man. “Nothing specific at the moment,” I whisper. “Well, we can start with – how was last night for you?” His eyes burn, filled with curiosity. He’s anxious to know. Wow. “Good,” I murmur. His lips lift slightly. “Me too,” he murmurs. “I’ve never had vanilla sex before. There’s a lot to be said for it. But then, maybe it’s because it’s with you.” He runs his thumb across my lower lip. I inhale sharply. Vanilla sex? “Come, let’s have a bath.” He leans down and kisses me. My heart leaps and desire pools way down low… way down there. The bath is a white stone, deep, egg-shaped affair, very designer. Jiyong leans over and fills it from the faucet on the tiled wall. He pours some expensive looking bath oil into the water. It foams as the bath fills and smells of sweet sultry Jasmine. He stands and gazes at me, his eyes dark, then peels his t-shirt off and casts it on the floor. “Miss Y/L/N.” He holds his hand out. I’m standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and wary, my arms wrapped around myself. I step forward while surreptitiously admiring his physique. He is just yummy. My subconscious swoons and passes out somewhere in the back of my head. I take his hand, and he bids me to step into the bath while I am still wearing his shirt. I do as I’m told. I’ll have to get used to it if I’m going to take him up on his outrageous offer… if! The water is enticingly hot. “Turn around, face me,” he orders, his voice soft. I do as I’m bid. He’s watching me intently. “I know that lip is delicious, I can attest to that, but will you stop biting it?” he says through clenched teeth. “You chewing it makes me want to fuck you, and you’re sore, okay?” I gasp, automatically unlocking my lip, shocked. “Yeah,” he challenges. “Got the picture.” He glares at me. I nod frantically. I had no idea I could affect him so. “Good.” He reaches forward and takes my iPod out of the breast pocket, and he puts it by the sink. “Water and iPods – not a clever combination,” he mutters. He reaches down, grasps the hem of my white shirt, lifts it above my head, and discards it on the floor. He stands back to gaze at me. I’m naked for heaven’s sake. I flush crimson and stare down at my hands, level with the base of my belly, and I desperately want to disappear into the hot water and foam, but I know he won’t want that. “Hey,” he summons me. I peek up at him, and his head is cocked to one side. “Y/N, you’re a very beautiful woman, the whole package. Don’t hang your head like you’re ashamed. You have nothing to be ashamed of, and it’s a real joy to stand here and gaze at you.” He takes my chin in his hand and tilts my head up to reach his eyes. They are soft and warm, heated even. Oh my. He’s so close. I could just reach up and touch him. “You can sit down now.” He halts my scattered thoughts, and I scoot down into the warm, welcoming water. Ooh… it stings. Which takes me by surprise, but it smells heavenly too, and the initial smarting pain soon ebbs away. I lie back and briefly close my eyes, relaxing in the soothing warmth. When I open them, he is gazing down at me. “Why don’t you join me?” I ask, bravely I think – my voice husky. “I think I will. Move forward,” he orders. He strips out of his PJ pants and climbs in behind me. The water rises as he sits and pulls me against his chest. He places his long legs over mine, his knees bent and his ankles level with mine, and he pulls his feet apart, opening my legs. I gasp in surprise. His nose is in my hair and he inhales deeply. “You smell so good, Y/N.” A tremor runs through my whole body. I am naked, in a bath with Kwon Ji Yong. He’s naked. If someone had told me I’d be doing this when I woke up in his hotel suite yesterday, I would not have believed them. He reaches for a bottle of body wash from the built-in shelf beside the bath and squirts some into his hand. He rubs his hands together, creating a soft, foaming lather, and he closes his hands around my neck and starts to rub the soap into my neck and shoulders, massaging firmly with his long, strong fingers. I groan. His hands on me feel good. “You like that?” I hear his smile. “Hmm.” He moves down my arms, then under them to my underarms washing gently. I’m so glad Rin insisted I shave. His hands glide across to my breasts, and I inhale sharply as his fingers encircle them and start kneading gently, taking no prisoners. My body bows instinctively, pushing my breasts into his hands. My nipples are tender. Very tender, no doubt from his less-than-delicate treatment of them last night. He doesn’t linger long and glides his hands down to my stomach and belly. My breathing increases, and my heart is racing. His growing erection presses against my behind. It’s such a turn-on knowing that it’s my body making him feel this way. Ha… not your mind. My subconscious sneers. I shake off the unwelcome thought. He stops and reaches for a washcloth as I pant against him, wanting… needing. My hands rest on his firm, muscular thighs. Squirting more soap on to the washcloth, he leans down and washes between my legs. I hold my breath. His fingers skillfully stimulating me through the cloth, it’s heavenly, and my hips start moving at their own rhythm, pushing against his hand. As the sensations take over, I tilt my head back, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, my mouth slack, and I groan. The pressure is building slowly, inexorably inside me … oh my. “Feel it, baby,” Jiyong whispers in my ear and very gently grazes my earlobe with his teeth. “Feel it for me.” My legs are pinioned by his to the side of the bath, holding me prisoner, giving him easy access to this most private part of myself. “Oh… please,” I whisper. I try to stiffen my legs as my body goes rigid. I am in a sexual thrall to this man, and he doesn’t let me move. “I think you’re clean enough now,” he murmurs, and he stops. What! No! No! No! My breathing is ragged. “Why are you stopping?” I gasp. “Because I have other plans for you Y/N.” What… oh my… but… I was… that’s not fair. “Turn around. I need washing, too,” he murmurs. Oh! Turning to face him, I’m shocked to find he has his erection firmly in his grasp. My mouth drops open. “I want you to become well acquainted, on first name terms if you will, with my favorite and most cherished part of my body. I’m very attached to this.”(A/N LOL THIS PART,IT’S ALWAYS MAKING ME LAUGH ) It’s so big and growing. His erection is above the water line, the water lapping at his hips. I glance up at him and come face to face with his wicked grin. He’s enjoying my astounded expression. I realize that I’m staring. I swallow. That was inside me! It doesn’t seem possible. He wants me to touch him. Hmm… okay, bring it on. I smile at him and reach for the body wash, squirting some soap onto my hand. I do as he’s done, lathering the soap in my hands until they are foamy. I do not take my eyes off his. My lips are parted to accommodate my breathing… very deliberately I gently bite my bottom lip and then run my tongue across it, tracing where my teeth have been. His eyes are serious and dark, and they widen as my tongue skims my lower lip. I reach forward and place one of my hands around him, mirroring how he’s holding himself. His eyes close briefly. Wow… feels much firmer than I expect. I squeeze, and he places his hand over mine. “Like this,” he whispers, and he moves his hand up and down with a firm grip round my fingers, and my fingers tighten around him. He closes his eyes again, and his breath hitches in his throat. When he opens them again, his gaze is scorching molten gray. “That’s right, baby.” He releases my hand, leaving me to continue alone, and closes his eyes as I move up and down his length. He flexes his hips slightly into my hand and reflexively I grasp him tighter. A low groan escapes from deep within his throat. Fuck my mouth… hmm. I remember him pushing his thumb in my mouth and asking me to suck, hard. His mouth drops open slightly as his breathing increases. I lean forward, while he has his eyes closed, and place my lips around him and tentatively suck, running my tongue over the tip. “Whoa… Y/N.” His eyes fly open, and I suck harder. Hmm… he’s soft and hard at once, like steel encased in velvet, and surprisingly tasty – salty and smooth. “Christ,” he groans, and he closes his eyes again. Moving down, I push him into my mouth. He groans again. Ha! My inner goddess is thrilled. I can do this. I can fuck him with my mouth. I twirl my tongue around the tip again, and he flexes his hips. His eyes are open now, blistering with heat. His teeth are clenched as he flexes again, and I push him deeper into my mouth, supporting myself on his thighs. I feel his legs tense beneath my hands. He reaches up and grabs my pigtails and starts to really move. “Oh… baby… that feels good,” he murmurs. I suck harder, flicking my tongue across the head of his impressive erection. Wrapping my teeth behind my lips, I clamp my mouth around him. His breath hisses between his teeth, and he groans. “Jesus. How far can you go?” he whispers. Hmm… I pull him deeper into my mouth so I can feel him at the back of my throat and then to the front again. My tongue swirls around the end. He’s my very own Kwon Ji Yong flavor popsicle. I suck harder and harder, pushing him deeper and deeper, swirling my tongue round and round. Hmm… I had no idea giving pleasure could be such a turn-on, watching him writhe subtly with carnal longing. My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves. “Y/N, I’m going to come in your mouth,” his breathy tone is warning. “If you don’t want me to, stop now.” He flexes his hips again, his eyes are wide, wary, and filled with salacious need – need for me. Need for my mouth... oh my. Holy crap. His hands are really gripping my hair. I can do this. I push even harder and, in a moment of extraordinary confidence, I bare my teeth. It tips him over the edge. He cries out and stills, and I can feel warm, salty liquid oozing down my throat. I swallow quickly. Ugh… I’m not sure about this. But one look at him, and he’s come apart in the bath because of me, and I don’t care. I sit back and watch him, a triumphant, gloating smile tugging at the corners of my lips. His breathing is ragged. Opening his eyes, he glares at me. “Don’t you have a gag reflex?” he asks, astonished. “Christ, Y/N… that was… good, really good, unexpected though.” He frowns. “You know, you never cease to amaze me.” I smile and consciously bite my lip. He eyes me speculatively. “Have you done that before?” “No.” And I can’t help the small tinge of pride in my denial. “Good,” he says complacently and, I think, relieved. “Yet another first, Miss Y/L/N.” He looks appraisingly at me. “Well, you get an A in oral skills. Come, let’s go to bed, I owe you an orgasm.” Orgasm! Another one! Quickly, he clambers out of the bath, giving me my first full glimpse of the Adonis, divinely formed, that is Kwon Ji Yong. My inner goddess has stopped dancing and is staring too, mouth open and drooling slightly. His erection tamed, but still substantial… wow. He wraps a small towel around his waist, covering the essentials, and holds out a larger fluffy white towel for me. Climbing out of the bath, I take his proffered hand. He wraps me in the towel, pulls me into his arms, and kisses me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I long to reach round and embrace him… touch him… but he has my arms trapped in the towel. I’m soon lost in his kiss. He cradles my head, his tongue exploring my mouth, and I get a sense he’s expressing his gratitude – maybe – for my first blowjob? Whoa? He pulls away, his hands on either side of my face, staring intently into my eyes. He looks lost. “Say yes,” he whispers fervently. I frown, not understanding. “To what?” “Yes to our arrangement. To being mine. Please, Y/N,” he whispers, emphasizing the last word and my name, pleading. He kisses me again, sweetly, passionately, before he stands back and stares at me, blinking slightly. He takes my hand and leads me back to his bedroom, leaving me reeling, so I follow him meekly. Stunned. He really wants this. In his bedroom, he stares down at me as we stand by his bed. “Trust me?” he asks suddenly. I nod, wide-eyed with the sudden realization that I do trust him. What’s he going to do to me now? An electric thrill hums through me. “Good girl,” he breathes, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. He steps away into his closet and comes back with a silver-grey silk woven tie. “Knit your hands together in front of you,” he orders as he peels the towel off me and throws it on the floor. I do as he asks, and he binds my wrists together with his tie, knotting it firmly. His eyes are bright with wild excitement. He tugs at the binding. It’s secure. Some boy scout he must have been to learn these knots. What now? My pulse has gone through the roof, my heart beating a frantic tattoo. He runs his fingers down my pigtails. “You look so young with these,” he murmurs and moves forward. Instinctively, I move back until I feel the bed against the back of my knees. He drops his towel, but I can’t take my eyes off his face. His expression is ardent, full of desire. “Oh, Y/N, what shall I do to you?” he whispers as he lowers me on to the bed, lying beside me, and raising my hands above my head. “Keep your hands up here, don’t move them, understand?” His eyes burn into mine, and I’m breathless from their intensity. This is not a man I want to cross… ever. “Answer me,” he demands, his voice soft. “I won’t move my hands.” I’m breathless. “Good girl,” he murmurs and deliberately licks his lips slowly. I’m mesmerized by his tongue as it sweeps slowly over his upper lip. He’s staring into my eyes, watching me, appraising. He leans down and plants a chaste, swift kiss on my lips. “I’m going to kiss you all over, Miss Y/N,” he says softly, and he cups my chin, pushing it up giving him access to my throat. His lips glide down my throat, kissing, sucking, and nipping, to the small dip at the base of my neck. My body leaps to attention… everywhere. My recent bath experience has made my skin hyper-sensitive. My heated blood pools low in my belly, between my legs, right down there. I groan. I want to touch him. I move my hands and rather awkwardly, given I’m restrained, feel his hair. He stops kissing me and glares up at me, shaking his head from side to side, tutting as he does. He reaches for my hands and places them above my head again. “Don’t move your hands, or we just have to start all over again,” he scolds me mildly. Oh, he’s such a tease. “I want to touch you.” My voice is all breathy and out of control. “I know,” he murmurs. “Keep your hands above your head,” he orders, his voice forceful. He cups my chin again and starts to kiss my throat as before. Oh… he’s so frustrating. His hands run down my body and over my breasts as he reaches the dip at the base of my neck with his lips. He swirls the tip of his nose around it then begins a very leisurely cruise with his mouth, heading south, following the path of his hands, down my sternum to my breasts. Each one is kissed and nipped gently and my nipples tenderly sucked. Holy crap. My hips start swaying and moving of their own accord, grinding to the rhythm of his mouth on me, and I’m desperately trying to remember to keep my hands above my head. “Keep still,” he warns, his breath warm against my skin. Reaching my navel, he dips his tongue inside, and then gently grazes my belly with his teeth. My body bows off the bed. “Hmm. You are so sweet, Miss Y/L/N.” His nose glides along the line between my belly and my pubic hair, biting me gently, teasing me with his tongue. Sitting up suddenly, he kneels at my feet, grasping both my ankles and spreading my legs wide. Holy shit. He grabs my left foot, bends my knee, and brings my foot up to his mouth. Watching and assessing my every reaction, he tenderly kisses each of my toes then bites each one of them softly on the pads. When he reaches my little toe, he bites harder, and I convulse, whimpering. He glides his tongue up my instep – and I can no longer watch him. It’s too erotic. I’m going to combust. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to absorb and manage all the sensations he’s creating. He kisses my ankle and trails kisses up my calf to my knee, stopping just above. He then starts on my right foot, repeating the whole, seductive, mind-blowing process. “Oh, please,” I moan as he bites my little toe, the action resonating deep in my belly. “All good things, Miss Y/L/N,” he breathes. This time he doesn’t stop at my knee, he continues up the inside of my thigh, pushing my thighs apart as he does. And I know what he’s going to do, and part of me wants to push him off because I’m mortified and embarrassed. He’s going to kiss me there! I know it. And part of me is glorying in the anticipation. He turns to my other knee and kisses his way up my thigh, kissing, licking, sucking, and then he’s between my legs, running his nose up and down my sex, very softly, very gently. I writhe… oh my. He stops, waiting for me to calm. I do and raise my head to gaze at him, my mouth open as my pounding heart struggles to come out. “Do you know how intoxicating you smell, Miss Y/L/N?” he murmurs, and keeping his eyes on mine, he pushes his nose into my pubic hair and inhales. I flush scarlet, everywhere, feeling faint, and I instantly close my eyes. I can’t watch him do that! He blows gently up the length of my sex. Oh fuck… “I like this.” He gently tugs at my pubic hair. “Perhaps we’ll keep this.” “Oh… please,” I beg. “Hmm, I like it when you beg me, Y/N.” I groan. “Tit for tat is not my usual style, Miss Y/L/N,” he whispers as he gently blows up and down me. “But you’ve pleased me today, and you should be rewarded.” I hear the wicked grin in his voice, and while my body is singing from his words, his tongue starts to slowly circle my clitoris as his hands hold down my thighs. “Aargh!” I moan as my body bows and convulses at the touch of his tongue. He swirls his tongue round and round, again and again, keeping up the torture. I’m losing all sense of self, every atom of my being concentrating hard on that small, potent powerhouse at the apex of my thighs. My legs go rigid, and he slips his finger inside me, and I hear his growling groan. “Oh, baby. I love that you’re so wet for me.” He moves his finger in a wide circle, stretching me, pulling at me, his tongue mirroring his actions, round and round, I groan. It is too much… My body begs for relief, and I can no longer deny it. I let go, losing all cogent thought as my orgasm seizes me, wringing my insides again and again. Holy fuck. I cry out, and the world dips and disappears from view as the force of my climax renders everything null and void. I am panting and vaguely hear the rip of foil. Very slowly he eases into me and starts to move. Oh… my. The feeling is sore and sweet, and bold and gentle all at once. “How’s this?” he breathes. “Fine. Good,” I breathe. And he really starts to move, fast, hard, and large, thrusting into me over and over, implacable, pushing me and pushing me until I am close to the edge again. I whimper. “Come for me, baby.” His voice is harsh, hard, raw at my ear, and I explode around him as he pounds rapidly into me. “Thank fuck,” he whispers, and he thrusts hard once more and groans as he reaches his climax, pressing himself into me. Then he stills, his body rigid. Collapsing on top of me, I feel his full weight forcing me into the mattress. I pull my tied hands over his neck and hold him the best I can. I know in that moment that I would do anything for this man. I am his. The wonder that he’s introduced me to, it’s beyond anything I could have imagined. And he wants to take it further, so much further, to a place I can’t, in my innocence, even imagine. Oh… what to do? He leans up on his elbows and stares down at me, gray eyes intense. “See how good we are together,” he murmurs. “If you give yourself to me, it will be so much better. Trust me, Y/N, I can take you places you don’t even know exist.” His words echo my thoughts. He strokes his nose against mine. I am still reeling from my extraordinary physical reaction to him, and I gaze up at him blankly, grasping for a coherent thought. Suddenly we both become aware of voices in the hall outside his bedroom door. It takes a moment to process what I can hear. “But if he’s still in bed, then he must be ill. He’s never in bed at this time. Jiyong never sleeps in.” “Mrs. Kwon, please.” “Woo-Bin. You cannot keep me from my son.” “Mrs. Kwon, he’s not alone.” “What do you mean he’s not alone?” “He has someone with him.” “ Oh… ” Even I hear the disbelief in her voice. Jiyong blinks rapidly, staring down at me, wide-eyed with humored horror. “Shit! It’s my mother.”

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Street Gang!AU: Wanna Date?

Okay, I know that this was supposed to be posted since last Friday, but I kept thinking and writing some more, so oh yeah. It’s another long fic ;)!

Another special Chanzaria one-shot for you all, centered around my Street Gang!AU, where Chansin takes Blizzaria on a date, and lots of teenage hormones ensues. So yes, this is pretty much a Human!AU, as you can see that Blizzaria’s name will be changed to “Elizabeth” because...why not? Also, if you squint, there’s special mentions to Chansin and the bros’ parents around here, but that’s going to be developed for another time in my Bros!AU.

Plus, it’s going to be a little steamy near the end, but thankfully, it’s not that much. But if you want the whole big damn thing along with a special smut thing, then PM me if you want. I know you guys don’t want to so okay XD.

But enough about me, enjoy my dumb fic XD!

Chansin felt himself flustering up over looking at his phone on his hands.

He can’t do this. Can he? It would be too freaking embarrassing, really.

I mean, he and Liz had already started to become a couple by a week, and now he’s nervous about asking her on a date. He’s surprised that Liz hadn’t asked him out yet, as she’s probably being patient for him to ask her out first. So he certainly can’t disappoint her. He has to make this call.

Turning on his phone, he scrolled over to his girlfriend’s number before wincing a bit. No, no, he can’t. It’s too late.

“Come on, Chansin, quit being a pussy!” He said to himself before groaning. “Let’s get this over with…”

Elsewhere, Elizabeth was at home in her bedroom, scrolling through messages on her phone until she receives a call from her boyfriend. Eager to answer, she immediately picked up.

“Oh hey, Chansi—“

“Doyouwannagoonadatewithme!?” She heard him speaking so fast.

She then blinked in confusion. “W-what?”

Chansin felt himself slapping his face in pure stupidity. “Aw shit, wait!” He groaned before taking a deep breath. “Look, I know we’ve been together for like what? Days or so? But I was thinking that, you know, we can hang together, alone or something—“

This caused Elizabeth to form a smile. “You mean like going on a date?”

“Ugh…yeah.” He sighed. “God, this is so cheesy…”

He then heard his girlfriend giggle a little over the phone. He hoped that she wasn’t laughing at him, but he’s pretty sure that it was unlikely. “Look, that’s fine. I wouldn’t even mind going out with you. It’s just that I never expected you to ask me out in the first place.”

Chansin chuckled a little. “Actually, I was thinking that you were going to first, seeing how maybe you’re into that romantic stuff more.”

“Well true, but I was waiting to see if you were ever going to ask me instead.” Elizabeth smiled slyly.

“Shit I knew it!” Chansin gasped in an audible whisper. He could hear Liz laughing again as he can’t help but smile. “Okay fine. So uh, when you wanna do it? Like, on a Saturday, or…?”

“Actually, we can do it tomorrow, this Friday.” Elizabeth answered. “My little sister says that she’s going out tonight to see her friends. She said its “personal stuff”.”

“Oh uh, alright?” Chansin could tell that her sister was up to something pretty sinister. She was always evil under those innocent eyes. “Well, I guess we’ll hang by the morrow. I’ll pick you up at six then?”

“Six o’clock is fine! But actually maybe I could walk over to your house instead?” Elizabeth asked.

“Fine by me.” Chansin nodded. “So, I’ll see you then, babe.” He then remembered something. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot!”

“What is it?”

The dark-skinned teen made a sly grin, smirking a little. “Make sure to wear something hot. Y’know, to show who we are?”

Elizabeth groaned, rolling her eyes. “God, you are such a pervert. Ugh, alright.” She then smiled. “Okay, I’ll see you then.”

“Alright.”

After hanging up his phone, Chansin landed on his bed in frustration. “God dammit!” He looked at the ceiling above him, wondering as to how he was even going to do this. He’s not really that type of fancy or charming guy. He was a street punk for crying out loud! He’s pretty much loud, brash, and full of himself. He only expresses his true feelings to Liz and not in public.

He has to do something to impress his babe. Otherwise, she’ll just think that he’s not worth it. But then again, he would rather do something his way. He wasn’t really into taking his girl to fancy dinners and crap like that. He was going to take her into something more rebellious…

By the time Friday rolled around, Chansin exited early out of the school as usual to meet up with the rest of his gang. After telling them the news, they were obviously excited and really proud of him. The gang leader was thankful for the comments, though he did scorned as a few dirty ones. He told them to watch over their base, in case if any rivals or other goons interfered.

When he went back home, he greeted his three older brothers at the living room, receiving a warm hug from Gleam. Their parents were already out on a two-day vacation at another town, so the eldest of the bros was in charge until they get back. Chansin didn’t want to tell them about his date tonight, but after accidentally spilling it out, he had no choice but to tell them really.

And their reactions were obviously expected.

“Aw, I’m so proud of you, little brother!” Gleam beamed, giving him a small hug. “Who is it? What is one of your friends? Elizabeth, is that right?”

Chansin blushed a little, looking away for a bit. “Uh yeah. We’re keeping it cool.”

“WHAT!?” Once he heard the loud cry of his brother Sheen from afar, Chansin simply groaned. Why can’t he just talk about certain females without Sheen breathing on his neck all the time?

He soon faced his slightly-older brother, coming close to him with a glare. “What’s up, Sheen?”

“What’s up!?” His brother yelled at him. “What’s up is that you’re actually dating that blue-haired girl! I was supposed to have a chance with her!”

Chansin just sighed at how much of a pervert he was. He didn’t even bother yelling back at him, he just remained calm as usual. “Eh, whatevehs. All you do is treat women like fucking sex toys.”

Sheen then growled. “THAT’S NOT TRUE—ACK!”

Snee appeared and dragged Sheen away by the ear, ignoring his rants of letting him go. Chansin chuckled a little in amusement as he then walked up the stairs. “If anybody needs me I’ll be getting ready soon for my date or whatever.”

“Oh okay! Just let me know if you need anything!” Gleam called out politely.

And then Sheen just had to ruin it. “And if you’re cancelling your date, let me know so I can have that girl’s number!”

Chansin even groaned louder. He wanted to fight him, but he’s just too focused on his date. However, he heard some cries from Gleam and Sheen, so thankfully that will keep that pervert occupied for a bit.

Five minutes to six on the clock and Chansin was starting to get ready for the night. He just got out of his own bathroom after taking a nice, warm shower. When it comes to going out, it’s usually a shower. But when it comes to the weekend, he puts on some bath bombs to have a nice bath. But that’s only when he feels the need to be pampered. But that wasn’t the time, he wanted to feel like himself.

He didn’t really know what clothes to wear. He obviously doesn’t want to wear a tuxedo to impress Elizabeth, it would be too much. So instead, he put on a white, buttoned shirt with a leather jacket and some blue jeans. Now he feels like himself.

Suddenly, he heard the doorbell rang as he decided to come downstairs, rushing down to make sure that Sheen won’t answer it.

“Who is it?” he called out.

“It’s me!”

Chansin smiled a little. She was finally here.

Preparing himself, he opened the door as she appeared right on his doorstep. Chansin immediately widened his eyes over her looks.

Elizabeth was wearing something rather simple, but pretty. A long casual blue dress with a white sparkly pattern over a jean jacket. Without her little clip, her hair was flowing down nicely, just how Chansin wanted it to be. She smiled shyly at her boyfriend, waiting patiently for his response. She even giggled at him looking shocked. He must be impressed.

“L-Liz…” Chansin spoke up, blushing a little. “You look beautiful…” And then he ruined it. “Aw man! I thought that you were wearing your usual outfit!”

Elizabeth then made a small glare while scoffing. “Oh jesus. You expect me to go outside while looking like a hooker? You gotta be kidding me…”

“Well duh! It’s to represent who we are! But uh…” He turned away a little. “You still look hot.”

Elizabeth then made a smile. “Why thank you.” She said softly. “I’ve never seen you think of me like this before.”

The gang leader groaned a little. “Yeah, so what? I mean, I don’t like to express some mushy feelings towards you in public. I just needed the right time to do that when were together.”

He then heard her laughing again as that managed to make him smile. Everytime she does that just makes him feel good for some reason. He guesses that this is what being together with a romantic partner feels like. Sure, it’s always cheesy but in the end, it just feels great.

They then decide to head out, right after Chansin says goodbye to all three of his brothers first. Sheen didn’t even bother before obviously ogling at Elizabeth, in which he received a beating from his younger brother after that. Gleam gave Chansin a warm hug and gave him some pointers of being safe around the streets and returning home safely. These things would always ignore Chansin, but then again, he understood that his older brother really cares for him. Gleam had told him to return home at 10 once his date was over, but Chansin convinced him to return home at 11, in case his date goes on even longer. This was able to change the eldest’s mind, though he was a bit worried.

Chansin and Liz left the house after that as they walked up to the garage door, where Chansin’s bike was spotted. He then sat on it, motioning his girlfriend to sit next to him. “C’mon!”

Liz can’t help but smile. “Ah, you’re using your bike huh? Why not something cool like a motorcycle or a car?” She said teasingly.

This made her boyfriend glare at her with an annoyed huff. “Yeah yeah, I know! My ride looks like shit! I do want to get a motorcycle, but then again, if I do, then my parents would know that I’m a freaking gang member.”

“Oh, I see.” Elizabeth said.

Chansin then made a grin. “So then, what are ya waiting for? Hop on!”

Elizabeth walked up to the bike as she carefully sat down on her seat, holding on to Chansin’s shoulders as they started to leave out. Chansin blushed once she was holding down on him. It felt so distracting, but rather nice. They were riding the bike down the neighborhood, passing many houses and a few people along the way. All complete with the sun slowly fading into the night. Things like this would always be so peaceful to them, well, in Elizabeth’s opinion.

After a few minutes of silence, Liz spoke up. “So, where are you taking me first?”

Chansin smirked, giving her a devilish grin. “Oh what we’re doing tonight is special.”

Elizabeth was now intrigued. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well you see, since we’re both gang members and all, I’ve decided that were gonna have ourselves a rebellious night!” Chansin explained. “Just you and me!”

“W-what!?” Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “Are you crazy!? We can’t just do something dangerous!? Were seriously going to do that for our date? We could get ourselves arrested!”

Chansin rolled his eyes and chuckled a little. He knew that his girlfriend would object this. “Aw c’mon, babe. You’ve been joinin’ my gang for weeks, and yet, I’m surprised that you still don’t have any rebellious stuff in ya. Well tonight, you’re gonna start having it.”

Liz then facepalmed. “Don’t tell me. We’re going to rob stuff or something? Because I won’t be a part of this…”

And now he got annoyed. “Ugh, geez, it’s not gonna be like that! It’s just gonna be some simple stuff!” He said. “Besides, I’m sure that my rivals are obviously gonna lay on random chicks or mugging shit. But you know I don’t do that…”

“…How come, really?” Elizabeth asked him, wondering as to why.

Chansin looked at her for a sec before making a sigh. “Ah, it’s alright. If I’m making you upset over this, then I’ll just end it here, ‘right?”

“N-no! Don’t do that!” Liz objected. “We can still do our date. We’ll just have fun, our own thing.”

The dark-skinned teen’s expression changed into a smile. “That’s cool. But don’t worry, it’s gonna be great. Trust me.”

Elizabeth smiled as well. There was something about Chansin that she actually admired. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it, he truly shows concern for her the most when no one’s around. Though he is a very troublesome boy, so it’s hard for her to keep her patience on him.

After a few minutes of riding downtown, Chansin spoke up. “So uh, where do you wanna go first? Ya hungry, ‘cause I am.”

“Um yeah, I guess I am hungry.” Liz answered, feeling the same thing as well.

They then stopped the bike at a sidewalk. “Well, how about we order some pizza?”

“Aw, are you sure you don’t want to take me to a nice, fancy restaurant? It would be romantic.” Elizabeth suggested, making a teasing smile.

Chansin thought for a moment before waving it off. “Nah, maybe another time. Besides, we are gonna start something fun together.”

“Ugh, does it always have to be pizza?” Liz groaned.

“Not all the time, but on special occasions, we do order it.” The dark-skinned teen picked up his phone before searching for the pizza place’s number. “So, what toppings do you want again?”

“Well I usually have sausage and olives.”

“Why not mix it with pepperoni?” Chansin grinned.

Elizabeth gave him an annoyed look. “No. I’m not really into pepperoni.”

“Ugh, alright. I’ll just ask for a half and half then. One side your toppings, and my side pepperoni.” He said. “Deal?”

“Deal!” The blue-hair girl simply smiled.

After ordering their pizza, the teenage couple rode their bike down to the local pizza place a few blocks away. Making sure that the bike was parked perfectly, they walked their way to the doors as Chansin open one of them for Elizabeth. “Ladies first.” He said in a sly grin.

His girlfriend made a little giggle. “Why thank you.”

The two then entered inside the building where their pizza was fully ready, being tucked into a plastic bag along with a few napkins. The pizza guy handed Chansin the hot box of pizza, making a small smile. “Here you go, sir. That will be $7.98.”

Chansin nodded once he received the box. “Ah okay, cool. Uh…” Suddenly, his eyes widened as he pointed into something from the back of the pizza place. “Holy fuck is that a bat in the kitchen!?”

The pizza guy turned back, already alarmed. “A bat!? Whe—“ But, there wasn’t no bat. At all.

Once he turned around, he spotted Chansin running away with the box, laughing manically. “YA DUMBASS! Hahaha!”

Elizabeth growled as she instantly facepalmed at her boyfriend’s stupid trick. Feeling sorry for the man, she gave him the exact change to pay for the pizza. “Here you go.” She gave out an apologetic smile, at least, attempting to since she’s feeling enraged at Chansin. “I’m really sorry about that. My boyfriend is always like this.”

The pizza guy smiled as he was given his change. “It’s no problem. Have a good night.”

“You too.” She waved a little at the guy before leaving. And outside into the streets, her screams of rage can be heard once she chases after Chansin. “Chansin, you JACK!! STOP MOVING YOUR ASS AWAY FROM ME!!”

“You want some napkins?”

Elizabeth didn’t even responded at Chansin’s question, but she did took some napkins to wipe her hands before taking another bite of her pizza.

The two of them stopped at a small park, eating their dinner together at a bench. The pizza box was set in the middle as they would take out a slice whenever they please. While taking large bites off of his pepperoni pizza, Chansin can’t help but recall what just happened earlier. He was laughing his butt off when he fooled the pizza guy into stealing some food, and laughed even harder when Elizabeth chased after him. But that quickly ended once he saw her looking angry. Beyond pissed.

Sure, he had seen her go angry at some moments, but this was a whole new low. Liz soon caught him by punching him in the shoulder as payback and forced him to sit on the back while Liz took control in driving the bike. He already knew not to underestimate his sexy yet fierce girlfriend. And he had known this a few times where she had kicked his ass before.

A fucking moron he was.

He soon got out of those thoughts as he waited patiently for her to respond while eating. And then she did.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” She said.

Hearing this, Chansin started to smirk. “Well, so what? I mean I wasn’t really going to steal the pizza anyway. I knew that you would pay for it.”

Elizabeth turned to him with an annoyed glare. “Yeah, but if I didn’t had any money, then we would be freaking arrested on the spot!” She hissed.

Chansin just looked at her calmly as he turned back. “Man, I was just playing around.”

“But that would have gotten us into some serious trouble!” Liz said before sighing. There was no point of arguing with him. He wasn’t in the mood at all. Noticing that their dinner was finished, she picked up the empty box as she got up and threw it away in the trash bin. “Look, let’s just…” She sighed again. “Let’s just go home. It’s getting late anyway…”

But before she could go, Chansin grabbed onto her hand as she looked back at him, her face having a tint of pink.

He looked really concerned, though a bit nervous. He sighed a little before responding. “Listen, I know what I did was fucking dumb, but I didn’t mean to piss you off like that. I just wanted to have some fun with you, that’s all. So maybe…” He then made a grin. “Maybe, I’ll make it up to you?”

Elizabeth looked at him, unsure of what to say. “W-well—ah!” She was then dragged down by him as they approached his bike.

“C’mon, hop on and let me take you out.” Chansin said, smiling at her. “There’s still more time for our date, trust me.”

The blue-haired girl was still not sure about this, but with some reasonable thinking, she responded with a small smile. “…Okay.”

Chansin and Elizabeth let the park a few minutes ago as they were riding their bike to their next stop. Liz really enjoyed holding on to her boyfriend while he’s riding, it made her feel nice, as is she was feeling safe beside him. Chansin on the other hand easily enjoyed it, made him feel proud, but also admired it. Ten minutes in and they soon made it to the local movie theater.

“Well, this is our stop.” Chansin said, as he and Liz got off the bike.

Elizabeth smiled at him. “Oh. So you’re gonna take me out to see a movie, huh~?” She said in a flirtatious tone. “Didn’t know you had it in ya.”

Chansin grinned at her. “What else would I do for you?” He chained his bike tightly onto the bike rack. “Now, follow me.”

Liz was at first rather happy that Chansin was going to see a movie with her. Whatever they watch, they know that they’ll be with each other. But however, her smile slowly faded as she was taken into a dark alley right beside the theater. “Um Chansin, this isn’t the entrance.”

“Oh yes it is, babe.” Chansin smirked. “So you see, we’re gonna sneak into an R-rated movie.”

Instantly, Elizabeth’s eyes were widened. “We’re going to see an R-rated movie!? Are you nuts!?”

“Wait, keep it down for a sec!” Chansin whispered.

“No, I won’t!” Elizabeth whispered back. “We can’t sneak into an adult movie! People might see us and we’ll get caught!”

“Heh, as if those bastards will.” Her boyfriend smirked. “Just follow me and I’ll show you.”

Elizabeth at first wanted to object once again, but still, she does want to make this date a little more “fun”, so what other choice does she have? As long as they don’t get arrested…

She soon followed Chansin to the back of the large building as she looked at the metal door that seemed to be unlocked. “This is the entrance?”

“Yep!” Chansin said proudly. “The gang and I had used this baby before whenever we wanted to see some naughty shit that’s in store.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Why are you such a pervert?”

“Because I am.” Chansin laughed, though his girl was still not amused. He took out a secret key to the door as he struggled to open it until it was finally unlocked. “Damn, I haven’t used this door for a while.” He slowly opened it as the inside was completely dark. “Ladies first?” He grinned at Elizabeth.

His girlfriend was showing some signs of fear. “U-um, well I’m not sure…”

“Why? How come?” He asked her.

“I don’t know! I mean, it looks so dark in the—AAH!” Elizabeth made a small scream as Chansin pushed her in a little. “Chansin!?”

“Don’t worry, I’m here!” He called out to her before closing the door. “I got you, promise…” He even held onto her hand to make her feel a little better.

“God, why is it so dark in here?” Elizabeth asked, feeling a little calm.

Suddenly, Chansin hugged behind Liz. “I don’t know…” he said in a low voice. “Maybe it’s for us to y’know~…” He rubbed on Elizabeth’s body a little, even touching one side of her breasts.

A small slap to one of his hands made him stop instantly.

“Do that again, and I will kill your ass.” Elizabeth threatened him.

Chansin chuckled, though he was quickly reminded of her fierce glare back when he “stole” the pizza. “Easy, Liz. I was just joking.” using his phone as a flashlight, he motioned Elizabeth to another door in the front. “Now this door leads to one of the storage closets. I pray to god that it’s not cramped like last time.”

“Oh? What happened last time?” Elizabeth asked curiously.

“We were walking pass the items, and B3’s large body got himself stuck to one of the props. So we had to pull him out and we were caught after that.” Chansin groaned, grimacing on that forbidden day. He soon heard Elizabeth laughing a little, which soon made him smile again.

Opening the door, he and Elizabeth slowly entered the storage closet, closing the door behind them. Thankfully, the closet wasn’t filled with too many stuff unlike last time. It was a bit easier to walk out. As they reached the closet door, Chansin used the key to unlock it, slowly opening it to see that they were finally inside the theater. “Alright, the coast it clear. So we can move.” He whispered.

The two carefully got out of the closet, closing it while checking to see that nobody was watching. “Well, here we are.” Chansin grinned. “So, you wanna go see some adult flicks?”

“Um, are you sure you don’t want to watch those harmless, little teenage movies that are appropriate for us?” Elizabeth suggested, a little playfully.

Chansin was obviously not amused as he folded his arms. “Yeah, no.” He then grabbed her hand and moved out. “C’mon! I know what we can see!”

“Oh jesus…” Elizabeth groaned, having no choice but to follow him.

The two sneaked their way through the hallways, passing by workers and security guards from keeping them suspicious. Chansin was searching to see which movie he wanted him and Liz to see until he spotted the perfect one. Right in front of them, was one theater labeled “Theater 10”. And the poster that show what movie is playing was entitled “The Witch’s Cauldron”. Chansin instantly grinned in delight. “Aw yeah, this is the one.”

“The Witch’s Cauldron?” Elizabeth read the movie title.

“Yeah! It’s some horror movie the peeps at the school were dying to see!” Chansin’s grin beamed even more. “Check out the rating!”

His girlfriend looked closer at the rating. “Rated NC-17 for adults only—oh god!” She jumped up a little. “We’re going to see an adults only movie!?”

“Hell yeah we are.” Chansin nodded proudly. “This movie features all of that horror bloody shit, but it also has the best parts!”

“Don’t tell me…” Elizabeth felt like slamming her head against the glass-sealed poster.

“All of the sex scenes aren’t censored, at all. It’s gonna be like experiencing a porno for the first time.” He then made a sly grin. “I know you wanna see it.”

Elizabeth was already blushing like mad before shaking her head. “N-no! No way! I’m not gonna see it!”

“Aw c’mon babe, it’ll be great.” Chansin put his arm around her. “And besides, I’ll be right beside you whenever the best parts come in~.”

Elizabeth blushed even harder once he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Not to mention that seductive voice, and that sexy smirk. She felt so tempted. She doesn’t want to do this, but yet, she soon felt her rebellious side coming on her. With a loud huff, she grabbed Chansin’s hand and marched right in. “O-okay! Okay, let’s just go!”

Chansin was at first confused, but now his grin grew wider. “My Elizabeth, I didn’t knew you had it in you~.” he teased her further.

In response, Elizabeth, punched him in the arm again, in which he started to laugh. She groaned as to how rebellious he was, but then again, she was doing this for the both of them.

They silently went inside the theater and observed the entire area. It wasn’t that crowded. There were some people in there, most of them being couples. The two decided to sit together in the back, as it feels more comfortable this way. As they were far from the other people in the front, truly alone together.

“Aw man, there showing previews first.” Chansin whispered. “But that’s cool with me.”

“How come there’s so many couples in here?” Elizabeth asked him, still looking over the guests in their seats.

Chansin turned to her with a devilish grin. “Take one guess.”

Elizabeth didn’t really understood that until she started to blush at what he meant. Now she knew why couples were in here. To make out, and do something more than that. “W-well, we are certainly not going to do it here.”

“Nah, we’re just gonna make out and stuff. I mean, having sex in other places is kinda neat, but it’s not my style. I rather do it in bed, or maybe even the stairs.” Chansin chuckled a little at his joke.

But then Elizabeth asked him a question. A rather lewd one. “…Have you, ever had sex before?”

This little question caused Chansin to turn his face into a crimson red. His girlfriend was looking at him confusedly, but she could tell that he was hiding something. Wanting to stop, he then made a fake grin. “Heh, we’ll there was this one girl…”

“You’re still a virgin.” Elizabeth easily heard through his lies. “Admit it.”

Chansin growled in embarrassment as he choked up a small. “Yes!” And moved himself away from Elizabeth in anger.

Elizabeth meanwhile can’t help but laugh once again.

Later on, the movie had already started as the two of them sat silent over the first half. They wished that the movie would just cut to the best parts already, but then again, they might not even care about the story at all since they’re slowly starting to feel attracted towards each other. They both each took some longing looks at one another before paying attention to the movie.

“Hey,” Chansin whispered. “Do you want some popcorn, or…?”

Elizabeth shook her head. “It’s fine. I’m actually kinda full from the pizza…”

Chansin smiled at her before moving his hand on top of her hers, holding on to it. The duo looked at each other smiling, already feeling some comfort.

By the time, the “best parts” were coming into play, they spotted a few couples starting to make out on their seats. It was slowly starting to spread as all of the couples get into sensual intimacy one by one. Chansin and Elizabeth both felt a little nervous, Chansin especially, since he was feeling the urge to at least prepare it with Liz and just get it on. But he was unsure if she was ready for it. After all, she was only 17 and he was 18. They were too young to do this. But, this is surely supposed to be from Elizabeth’s thoughts. He was all about breaking the boundaries, doing things a more rebellious way. But he doesn’t even know why he was acting this way.

But then again, they’ll just make out, that’s all. They kissed before, it’ll still be alright!

Elizabeth soon felt a bit relaxed as she comforted her head onto Chansin’s shoulder, in which he started to blush. The two looked at each other, completely silent of not knowing what to say. After staring for a few minutes, their faces went closer until they were pulled into a warm kiss.

Both of them felt surprised. But this wasn’t the first time they had their kiss. The first time felt so nice and passionate, so they’re going to do that again. They prepared to kiss again until the sound of a blood-curdling cry alarmed them. But it was just a part of the movie resuming again. The duo looked at each other, blushing nervously, as they chuckled a little.

“Heh, um, sorry about that…” Chansin spoke up breathlessly.

“N-no.” Elizabeth said softly. “That’s fine. You were a really great kisser…” She gasped a little once she felt him kissing on her cheek. She looked back at him with an adorable, nervous smile.

“It’s no prob, really.” Chansin smiled, not afraid to give her that kiss.

They decided to continue watching the rest of the movie until they could hear some whispering from the front seats.

“O-oh, Bobby…! Faster, c’mon…”

“I-I’m trying…”

The couple blushed as they immediately recognized those voices. “Holy shit, that’s Bobby from history class…” Chansin whispered.

Elizabeth added. “And that must be Sara. I thought she hated him but…”

They then can’t help but chuckle as they resumed watching the movie.

It seems that they weren’t the only teens from school watching…

After the movie, the two managed to escape the theater from the main entrance, sneaking pass through workers as on cue.

“Man that movie kinda sucked balls.” Chansin complained. “But at least the effects and sex scenes were cool.” He reached his bike from the rack as he unlocked the chains. “How about you?”

“Well, it wasn’t that bad really.” Elizabeth said before making an annoyed look. “But it’s obvious as to why you wanted me to see it with you.”

Chansin responded with a sly grin. “Well hey, if we did copied those teens, then you would had a better experience watching it.” He then laugh which caused Elizabeth to groan. “So, are you thirsty or something?”

Elizabeth came to that realization as she nodded. “As a matter of fact, yeah. I guess I kinda am.”

“Well hop on and let me get you something.” He said, allowing her to sit close to him.

The two were kept silent while riding their bike into the downtown area of the city. Elizabeth instantly recognized this type of area before. The neon-colored signs, the slightly empty walkways, this was the area where the local nightclubs were. Only the special ones where older teens and young adults would sneak into. Elizabeth had been in one before, where she and Chansin’s gang hanged out at a poker bar and were kicked out when she realized they didn’t had any money. One of the most embarrassing days of her life…

“Wait, you’re taking me to a bar?” She asked him, feeling unsure. “We’re not going to that one before are we? Because we were kicked out that time.”

“Nah, babe, we ain’t going back there again.” Chansin said. “That place was shit anyway. Were gonna go one that has all of these nice drinks.”

Thinking of what he meant by that, her eyes widened. “You mean alcohol!?”

Chansin groaned again. When can she just keep calm for a moment? “Liz, it’s not like that trust me. If you don’t want no beer and crap, then that’s cool.”

Elizabeth sighed. “Of course, you had drank before.”

“Well, only on special occasion!” Chansin gave her a playful grin, in which Elizabeth didn’t shared.

They soon stopped at a small nightclub that had those neon-colored signs showing off. Chansin felt pissed that there was no bike rack so he just hid it deep within the dark alleyways, hoping that no one would steal it.

“Alright, let’s hang!” Chansin grinned as he opened the door for his lady.

Elizabeth smiled a little at his kindhearted gesture before walking inside with him. She really liked it when he always opens the door for her. Showing that he can be a pretty sweet gentleman overall, even though he can be a bit brash. As they entered the building, she was surprised to see so many people in here, dancing to some modern day pop music. She even spotted a few couples grinding each other or even making out in a few corners. It made her feel a little uneasy, but as long as she’s by Chansin’s side, then she’ll be alright.

Her boyfriend leader her to a large bar table as they sat down together in the tall stools. She had a bit of difficulty sitting on them though, but she can manage. Elizabeth watched as Chansin was greeted by the bartender. “What do you want?”

“Just give me a small glass of vodka, but mix it with some lime.” Chansin answered, grinning a little.

The bartender turned to Elizabeth. “And you?”

Elizabeth felt unsure on what to have. She noticed that most of the drinks are definitely alcoholic. She sworn to never drink any beer or wine until she was like 21. But she felt too much pressure in her as she just laid out what she wanted. “G-give me a small glass of lemonade.” She stuttered. “A-and mix it with some vodka!”

As the bartender left to make their drinks, Chansin turned to Elizabeth with a shocked expression, his mouth almost being agape. “Liz…”

Elizabeth realized what she just did as she clasped her hands on her face, blushing in embarrassment. “Oh god! Oh god oh god oh god!” She muffled.

“Hey, it’s cool.” Chansin gave her a smile. “I didn’t knew that you wanted vodka.”

“I didn’t knew why I wanted to drink any alcohol…” Elizabeth sighed.

“Look, you don’t have to drink all of it.”

But that still wasn’t enough to cheer up his girlfriend.

The bartender soon handed them their drinks as Chansin eagerly took a hold of his glass. He turned to Elizabeth, who received her lemonade and felt uneasy about drinking it.

“It’s alright. Just go ahead and take a sip.” Chansin convinced her. “It’s not like it’s gonna kill you.”

Having no other option left, she took a small whiff of it. It does smell like the lemonade she wanted, but it had a hint of the alcohol as wall. She slowly moved the cup towards her lips, and within seconds, she took a quick sip and set it back on the table.

It tasted rather…nice. All she tasted was the lemonade, but nothing from the vodka.

“So how is it?” She heard Chansin calling her as she turned to him, who is wondering if she was alright.

“…It’s…” Elizabeth made a weak smile. “It doesn’t taste bad, really.”

Chansin then made a grin. “Heh, I knew you had it in ya.”

“Knew what?”

“That you’re finally showing off how much of a rebel you can be.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Yeah right, that’s not even true.” She said, folding her arms.

“Weeell, you did had the balls to enter an adults only movie with me.” Chansin snickered, before receiving another punch to the arm.

“Oh shut up!” Elizabeth grinned, already feeling a little better. “That’s because we had no other choice left!” She then whispered. “Though I did wished we did it…”

Unfortunately for her, Chansin had already heard what she said before moving up to her with a sly smile. “Ah, I see now~.”

Elizabeth gasped as she laughed nervously. “D-don’t be stupid! You didn’t heard anything! Just pretend I didn’t said it!” She excused herself before taking huge gulps of her drink to ease her.

As he watched her finishing down her glass, Chansin decided to break her. “Well if you want to do it now, we could if you like~.” She immediately spat out the little droplets in shock as Chansin laughed again.

Elizabeth’s face was to a near-deep crimson as she hit Chansin in the arm a few times, her boyfriend still cracking up over her reaction. “God, you’re a fucking perv!” She shouted at him, starting to laugh as well. But then she stopped once she realized that she had actually cursed. For the very first time in years. She covered her mouth as Chansin gave her an impressed look.

“Man, you must have the guts to say that. I’m really proud of you!” He grinned, giving her a little pat on the back.

“So what, I can swear whatever I want.” She said in a little daze.

“I think it’s the alcohol taking its effect on you.” Chansin said with hints of concern.

Elizabeth’s face blushed as she started to laugh. “Wha? Ah no man!” The alcohol was starting to affect her as she wobbled her body around on the seat. “I’m friggin’ cool!”

Chansin can’t help but snicker a little at her drunken speaking. It was rather funny seeing her like this, and her face was feeling a bit sexy to him. He kinda like her making a sly face. Something he finds to be cool. Wanting to help her up, he held on to Elizabeth’s body to keep her from falling, though he started to blush once she breathed close to his chest. It made him feel tense, like, too tense. Elizabeth’s eyes were already closed until she slowly opened them and looked at Chansin.

The dark-skinned teen’s blush began to deepen. She looked so beautiful, as if she was clinging on to him, demanding him to go all in on her. But wait, why would he really think of that? Something strong was coming from Chansin’s lower region as his eyes widened.

Oh fuck! He thought to himself.

Looking at him for too long, Elizabeth started to make a dopey smile. “Hey, Chansin…”

“Y-yeah?” Chansin stuttered nervously, pushing her back a little, only for her to cling on back to him.

“…Have I ever noticed that you’re fucking sexy?”

And now Chansin was starting to feel a little uneasy. He prayed to god that nobody was staring at them. “Alright Liz, I’m gonna take you out now.”

“Aw c’mon, sexy man!” Elizabeth whined. “I wanna take a look at ya nice face!” She moved up to Chansin, licking her lips in delight. “C’mere, ya big boy~.” She purred in a low tone.

“No wait, Eli—MMPH!?” Chansin tried to reason with her until his lips were smashed so forcefully into Elizabeth’s. He tried to push her out, but in resulting them to land in the floor with a loud thud.

Chansin winced in pain from the hard fall, though he was glad that Elizabeth was left unscathed. She had already started to pass out on top of him, making Chansin blush. He soon started to see some people staring at him, no this was getting embarrassing. He picked up Elizabeth from the floor and carried her out of the nightclub fanatically.

How embarrassing this date had been…

Waking up in a mighty jolt, Elizabeth finds herself already holding on to Chansin, who was riding on his bike with her.

She started to get confused. The last time she was up, she ended up at a nightclub taking a nice drink and now she was here, feeling a little tired. Whatever happened to her a while ago must have not been so pretty. She then noticed that Chansin was riding up to a different location, some part of town she never been to before.

Wanting to break the silence, she called out to her boyfriend. “Chansin?”

Chansin immediately paid attention to her once she called his name. He then turned to her. “Oh good, you’re awake.” He smiled a little. “It seems to me that the alcohol had faded from you fast.”

Elizabeth blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Oh you don’t know? Well, you’ve been drinking some lemonade mixed with vodka and you started to become drunk for like five to seven minutes.” He explained to her, not helping but smirk at the funny yet embarrassing little memory.

“WHAT!?” Elizabeth screamed, almost louder for anybody outside to hear. “I WAS DRUNK!?”

“Heh yeah, you were. As a matter of fact, and I ain’t trolling you or anything, you literally said…” He then repeated what she said to him, talking like her in girly tone. “Have I ever noticed that you’re fucking sexy?” He then laughed again.

Elizabeth almost slapped herself in the face. “Oh my god, why! I actually did underage drinking! Am I a freaking idiot?”

“Nah, not really, but you were pretty cool though.” Chansin responded, trying to at least reassure her.”

“…Are we going home now?” Elizabeth said, hoping that this night would be over already.

“Not yet, because I wanna show you something first.”

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. What is it he wants to show her exactly? She prayed to god that it’s not another rebellious place…

As they were getting into the forest area, Chansin started to smile. “Alright, I want you to close your eyes.”

“Ugh, do I have to?” Elizabeth asked him.

“Why yeah! It’ll ruin the surprise!”

Elizabeth gave out a faint chuckle as she murmured an “Alright, alright…” and did what she was told.

Chansin made it pass through a large hill that was located deep in the forest. He knew that this was a good spot to finish off his date with Elizabeth. “Okay, now get off of the bike but keep closing your eyes!”

“Really?” Elizabeth said but did it anyway, making sure not to fall off.

“Okay, now let me guide you.” Chansin then covered her eyes with his right hand while carrying the bike with his left.

The two of them started to climb up the hill, though there was a few bumps then and there and nearly made Elizabeth fall, but thankfully, Chansin was able to help her out. Elizabeth knew that she was walking on a hill, Chansin wasn’t good of keeping it secret for her. But she still wanted to know how all of this will lead to. As they soon reached the top, Chansin made a grin as he let go of Elizabeth’s face. “Alright, you can open your eyes now.”

Elizabeth soon opened her eyelids just in time to see such an incredible sight. She fully stared at the amazing view of the city before here. It looked so amazing. The city lights gleaming over from down below just makes it even more beautiful.

“O-oh my god…” She can’t help but smile widely.

Chansin chuckled as he stood beside her. “Amazing, huh?”

“Yes! I’ve never been to this part away from town before! How did you manage to find this spot?” Elizabeth wondered, still staring at the sight in awe.

“Well, when I’m alone, I usually come here to just relax and stuff…” Chansin explained. “I mostly visit here late at night, during the summertime, it’s more peaceful that way.” He then sat down on the ground, motioning his girlfriend to do the same. “You wanna sit next to me?”

Elizabeth nodded. “Sure.” as she then sat beside him. She then tensed up once she felt her hand being touched by his, in which she looked at him with a smile, her face having a tint of red.

Chansin sees her as he turns back with a huff, blushing a little while hearing his girlfriend giggle. He then sighed. “…I’m sorry…”

“About what…?” Elizabeth asked softly.

“Ugh, about our freaking date!” he shouted. “I kept making you feel uneasy and I didn’t even realized it until we went to the nightclub!” He sighed again. “I don’t even know why the hell do you even bother being with some guy who’s just a loser. Both sides of the coin…”

Feeling sorry for him, Elizabeth moved closer and comforted him. “I actually had a nice time.”

Chansin scoffed. “Heh, oh really?”

“Yes.” Elizabeth smiled. “Well, I was really upset that you dragged me into some troublesome stuff lately, especially with the fiasco at the nightclub, but that’s okay. Because, the truth is, I really do like being with you. You’re the reason I unexpectedly joined you and your friends anyway. Not that I wanted to mess around, but to at least make new friends, especially with the leader who’s just an adorable jerk.” She teased a little, softly hitting his shoulder.

This was able to get Chansin’s spirits back up once he started to laugh. “Don’t you mean sexy?”

“Nah, you’re always cute in my eyes.” Elizabeth giggled.

But then, Chansin slowly unbuttoned the three holes on his shirt, instantly revealing the top part of his chest. “How about now~?” he said, instantly teasing her.

Elizabeth soon blushed at the sight of his chest. “O-oh god…” Turning away, her blush became heavier. She completely forgot of how attractive Chansin is, which is surprising really. He’s actually quite the looker when it comes to him surviving the hells of gym class, not to mention his usual gang clothes. Those white bandages tightening over that well-built six pack would always make her stare uncontrollably. And the moment he takes off his blue coat, hot damn was it always a sight to see. Elizabeth really wanted that for herself…

“Ah, I see~.” Chansin hugged behind her, whispering in her ear. “You really do wanna go at it…”

Elizabeth laughed nervously, her face already turning red. “S-shut up! That’s not true!”

Chansin laughed again while buttoning back his shirt. “You know, I’m really glad to be here with you.”

Elizabeth smiled warmly at him. “Really…?”

“Yeah. You’re a really cool gal to be with.” he answered so shyly. “Y-you’re smart, funny, and jesus Christ, you’re so fucking hot.” Elizabeth tensed up at his comment. “And plus, I like seeing you showing off your bad side once and a while. It’s pretty cool actually. Now if only me and my gang would see you like that more often. You’ll be even cooler to hang with.”

“Well, it’s because I don’t want to break the law obviously!” Elizabeth replied.

“Hah, yeah I know! But it’s cool since you can keep it a secret from your parents if you can.” Chansin said, but his smile soon faded once he sees Elizabeth frowning. He didn’t even know why until a quick realization made him regret it instantly. “O-oh shit! Liz, I’m so sorry—“

“No, it’s okay.” Elizabeth attempted to make a smile, but it was only weak. “You just didn’t know.” She caressed her fingers on her lips. “Both of my parents died in a car crash since last year. So I’ve been doing my best to watch over Tina for them. However, my aunt and uncle usually visits to watch over us, and we even visit them.”

Chansin nodded once he understood. “Ah I see. Again, I’m really sorry about your parents.”

“Hey, it’s alright. There’s no need to worry…” Elizabeth attempted to change the subject. “What about your parents? Or your brothers for that matter?”

“Heh, oh yeah, that’s a whole other story. You see, my dad was born in Jamaica while my mom was from Japan. They got married and lived there while raising me and the rest of my brothers. One day, my dad gets a promotion from his job to live here in America and that’s how we ended up here.” Chansin explained. “While I love it here in the States, I still do miss being in Japan…”

Elizabeth smiled. “Nice story. Do you think I’ll meet your parents one day?”

Chansin chuckled. “Yeah sure, if anything really. They’re really cool guys.” He then cringed a little. “But they won’t be cool if they know more about me.”

“Ah, so you’re keeping this a secret from them?” Elizabeth asked, already amused.

“Of course!” Chansin cried. “If they knew about me being in a fucking street gang, even being their leader, I would be grounded until I graduate from college!”

Elizabeth giggled. “I’m sure that they’ll understand.”

“Ah please, as if! My dad and especially my mom will be pissed, and even Gleam would die of a heart attack if they know I’ve been sneaking out doing my own shit!” Chansin continued. Frustrated, he decided to calm down now before looking at the time. “Well, it’s almost 11. We should probably head back…”

Elizabeth nearly panicked once she looked at the time. “Oh shoot! Oh I hope that Tina understands once I return home…” She checked on her phone for any messages from her sister.

“Or you know, maybe we can just stay here for a few more minutes until we go?” Chansin suggested.

The blue-haired girl at first wanted to at least check on her sister, but then again, Tina was a pretty odd girl. And the fact that she acts so very mature baffles her. So instead, she just decided to rest on the ground for a bit, knowing what to do. “Alright, that’s fine with me.” She smiled at him.

Chansin grinned as he sat next to her, sitting as close together as they rested their heads against their chests and shoulders.

The two of them then looked at each other for a moment, staring so widely into each other’s eyes. It feels so tempting to at least make out and do something far more. Chansin started to blush while Elizabeth was having littles hues of red on her cheeks. The two became silent for only a minute until Elizabeth spoke up.

“Chansin…?”

“E-Elizabeth…?”

Elizabeth started to smile at how adorable Chansin’s face was as she held him close to her in a loving embrace. “Hey, I know we did this before, but think of this as your first kiss…” She said softly.

“Ah, so you’re gonna give me my reward, eh?” Chansin smiled, moving closer to her.

“Pretty much.”

“Well that’s fine by me.”

Smiling softly at each other, the young couple embraced each other more once they sealed their lips into a warm kiss. It felt more nice and pure, unlike the last time they first had their kiss. It feels as if they fully understood each other more, developing their relationship. Chansin’s warm lips were touching against Elizabeth’s rather cold ones as it just felt so great. They don’t even want to stop. They just want to keep going.

They soon landed on the ground as Elizabeth was on top of her boyfriend, instantly staring at his glowing purple eyes. She carefully observed his looks, from his rather handsome face to his impressive built chest being covered by his shirt. He was just so irresistible, Elizabeth immediately wanted him. She then pressed her lips harder into his, with Chansin feeling surprised until he then came in. She couldn’t even take it anymore. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to feel him as he feels her.

While making out, the two took their time to breathe in before having a little tongue kiss. Elizabeth kept her focus onto Chansin as she took off her jean jacket at a fast pace and threw it close to her. She then grabbed hold of Chansin’s white shirt and slowly unbuttoned it. But before she could continue, they soon stopped and looked at each other, their faces fully red from what just happened.

Everything became dead silent for a few minutes, though it felt like it was longer.

Chansin soon spoke up, stuttering. “E-Elizabeth…?”

“…Y-yeah…?” Elizabeth answered, doing the same thing.

“L-let’s…let’s go back home…”

“…Okay.”

The walk back home was mostly silent for the duo once they fixed their clothes and headed back down from the hill. They didn’t even bothered riding on Chansin’s bike, since they do needed to circulate their legs once and a while.

They soon remembered that little event that happened earlier. How the two of them so desperately wanted each other. Although they were fully tempted, both of their thoughts had said no before going even further. They knew that this might come back into play very soon, but for now, they would just keep it cool. Even Chansin is surprised at himself for thinking of this, as he would usually keep teasing Elizabeth into doing the unthinkable with her. But it’s for the best.

But however, he’s still pretty proud of his girlfriend for letting out her wild side, though not all of it. While she did so much little being around the gang, what she did tonight made Chansin grin. How she managed to agree in sneaking into an adult movie, how she started to become drunk for only a complete amount of time, how she almost wanted to make love with him. Chansin wished that she was like this when being with his gang, but he knows that Elizabeth was more of a goody-two-shoes. Always obeying the authority and their laws, that would always annoy Chansin. But then again, he still likes seeing her as to who she is, even if her tendencies of wanting to keep out of trouble would keep annoying him further…

Chansin and Elizabeth finally walked their way back to the familiar suburbs that they live in. The walk back from the hill to here only took forever to get there. Elizabeth was busy texting her sister on her phone, wanting to make sure that she was alright.

Feeling curious, Chansin wanted to ask her once she put back her phone. “So, what did your sis said?”

“She said that she’s doing fine all alone.” Elizabeth answered, feeling relieved. “Though she said that I can spend more time with you if I want.” She started to blush while smiling.

“Actually, I was going to say this.” Chansin rubbed the back of his head, turning away nervously. “I was thinking that maybe you and I could hang at my place for the night. And plus, you don’t have to worry about school.” He flashed her a grin. “Tomorrow’s Saturday!”

Elizabeth chuckled. “Aw cool. If it was like Monday, then I would be too tired to get up.” She said. “But sure, I’ll totally join you. I hope that your parents won’t mind.”

“Actually my parents are on vacation for the weekend, so they won’t come back until Sunday morning.” Chansin explained. “But I’m sure that Gleam would accept it.” He then groaned. “Now I just pray to god above that Sheen is fucking knocked out once we come back.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s a fucking jerk! He keeps hitting on chicks all the time! And I’ll seriously kill his ass if he even flirts with you.”

Elizabeth giggled. “That must be him alright.”

“Yeah, he pretty much sucks.”

The two laughed together as they finally made it back to Chansin’s house. “You’ve been here before right?” The owner of the place asked his girl.

“Um, I think once, but I only met your brother Gleam.” Elizabeth said.

Chansin nodded as he knocked on the door. And as expected, he heard a familiar voice from inside calling out. “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Aniki!” Chansin answered.

Hearing an “Oh!” from inside, the door was immediately opened as Chansin was greeted by Gleam, receiving a warm but rather tight hug from him. “Oh my dear little Ototo! You’re still okay! How was your date? Was it fun or was it still alright?”

“Aniki, you’re too tight!” Chansin wheezed, trying to break free from his brother’s grasp.

Gleam blinked as he gently got off of him. “Oops, I’m so sorry!”

Elizabeth giggled at their little touching moment. It instantly reminded her of when she spent time with her sister.

Gleam then noticed Elizabeth standing in the hallway as he greeted her kindly. “Oh hello! You must be Elizabeth, right? It’s nice to meet you. My name is Gleam, Chansin’s older brother.” He said, shaking her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Gleam.” Elizabeth said, feeling great from his hospitality.

“So Chansin, how was your date? Did you managed to do what I told you to do?” Gleam asked his brother.

Chansin sighed and made his usual bored look. “Yeah it wasn’t so bad. And no we didn’t go through any trouble.”

Gleam smiled warmly at him, thankful that he was being well-behaved as usual. “Well then, I’m glad that you two had a good time. Sheen and Snee are already asleep so you can prepare for bed if you want.”

“Thanks, Aniki.” Chansin nodded, a bit happy that Sheen’s asleep. “Also, if it’s cool if Elizabeth can stay over for tonight?”

“Oh, are you sure you want to do that, Elizabeth?”

“It’s alright. My sister texted me that she’s doing fine, so she said that I can hang out with Chansin if I like.” Elizabeth answered.

“Ah okay then.” Gleam said. “Well then, I should probably go and show you the guest room—“

Chansin then interrupted him, feeling a bit nervous. “Actually Gleam, um, Liz and I wanted to sleep together in my room. B-but we won’t be doing anything funny or whatever! It’s just going to be innocent!”

Gleam wasn’t sure about this at first. He might think that they’ll use this as an excuse to do something behind his back. And he didn’t see any sleeping bags in Elizabeth’s hands, but however, since his brother wanted some alone time, he decided to let it go either way. “Ah alright then.” He said, smiling. “But Elizabeth, do you have any pajamas with you, or…?”

“It’s alright. I have one hidden with me.” Elizabeth excused. She of course didn’t bought any sleepwear, but at least her undergarments from inside her dress was a bit appropriate to show.

“That’s fine.” Gleam nodded with understanding. “I’ll be up for a little while, checking to see if our parents are okay. You two have a good night.”

“You two, Aniki.” Chansin said as he led Elizabeth upstairs.

“Your brother’s really nice.” Elizabeth commented in a whisper.

“Yeah, he really is.” Chansin can’t help but smile. He always like it when Gleam’s his natural, kind self.

The two proceeded to enter Chansin’s room, in which Elizabeth admired of how clean it was. Normally, she would suspect that it would be pretty messy seeing how Chansin is, but for some reason, it looks nice. Most of the stuff in the room contained posters, anime figures, some video games and DVDs, and even a nice television.

“So this is your room, huh? It’s not that bad.” Elizabeth complimented, making a small smile.

“I had to clean my room this morning. Parents’ orders.” Chansin said before making a flop on his bed. “Ah, I miss being in here…”

“You really miss home, now do you?”

Chansin chuckled. “Well, when I’m at the prison known as high school, then yeah.” He then moved himself up. “I don’t need to worry about homework. I finished it before out date. So I’m all set for the weekend.”

Elizabeth giggled. “Same.” She then sat down next to him. “So um…you want to prepare for bed?”

Chansin looked at her for a moment before realizing what she meant. “Oh yeah!” He was about to take off his shirt, but blushed quickly. There was a girl in his room, and changing his clothes in front of her, would be really embarrassing. “Wait, uh, do you wanna have some privacy?”

Elizabeth blushed as well. “Um, well, I can change here while you can change in your bathroom. Is that okay with you?”

“S-sure…” He said breathlessly. “B-be right back!” He rushed to his own bathroom, slamming the door before washing his face with cold water.

God I’m such a pussy!! He thought to himself, trying to calm down.

But how can he really? He was about to sleep with his own girlfriend in his own bed. It’s not like that they’re going to do anything suggestive, but he was acting all nervous. But he shouldn’t be. He acted like this when they went all sensual during their date, at the movies, the nightclub, and the hill. What kind of guy was he anyway?

He then looked himself at the mirror. “Okay, you can do this…” He said, attempting to feel confident. “Don’t be a pussy!”

Taking out some sleepwear from his bin, Chansin changed his clothes to wear a simple, white t-shirt along with some grey boxers. He knew that wearing some shorts would be more suitable, but hey, maybe he could at least get Liz to be impressed?

After changing his clothes, he took a deep breath and opened the door. “Okay Liz, I’m re…” He stopped mid-sentence to encounter a beautiful sight.

Right before him was Elizabeth just taking off her clothes, who was revealed to be wearing a light blue tank top along with some dark blue shorts. His face was heating up instantly. She looked so beautiful. From her long hair flowing, to the sight of her breasts slightly sticking out, her own hips, and that adorable bottom. Chansin was certain that he had picked the right girl to be his girlfriend. And right now…he was in a blabbering mess.

Elizabeth soon turned to him, startled a little once he barged in. She didn’t even know about changing while he was inside. She knew that he would immediately ogle and howl at her body, but now, she didn’t expect him to act all surprised and nervous. One of many reasons to prove that Chansin isn’t what he claims to be.

“E-E-Elizabeth…” Chansin spoke up, breaking the awkward silence. “Y-you look…beautiful.” He said in a whisper.

His girlfriend giggled a little and turned away, blushing a little at what he said. “You look great too.” She whispered back.

Chansin slowly walked up to her, wondering on what to do now. “S-so um, you wanna let me get my sleeping bag? I can sleep on it while you can use my bed.” He suggested.

“No, that’s fine.” Elizabeth said. “I want to sleep in your bed with you.” She then frowned. “But if that makes you uncomfortable, then—“

“No, no! It’s fine!” Chansin interrupted her. “I want to sleep with you. So um, if you want, you can go in first.”

Elizabeth smiled softly. “No it’s okay, you can go first. It’s your bed.”

Chansin shrugged before sighing. “Okay.” But before he can hop into his bed, he points at something from the window, even though there’s nothing outside. “Oh shit, is that a bat!?”

Elizabeth turned around in confusion as she cried once Chansin grabbed up and carried her bridal style. “Chansin! Put me down!” She laughed, playfully hitting on him to let her go.

Chansin laughed as well, feeling her cold but soft body. “Ah okay!” He then threw her into the bed, where she laughed even harder. He then jumped in as well as the two of them started laughing together.

Their laughter soon died down once the two started to stare at each other. Chansin looked at Elizabeth staring at him with her adorable little eyes. She was just too cute. He gently moved up and comforted her while they laid down. He was busy caressing on her hair while feeling comfort from her soft skin. It just felt so nice.

Elizabeth on the other hand admired this feeling but was starting to feel a bit worried about something. Something that she felt pressured about. She was sure that Chansin had felt the same way.

Taking a deep breath, she started to speak up. “I’m sorry…”

Chansin looked down at her. “About what?”

“…About this!” Elizabeth cried. “The movie theater, the nightclub, the mountain! I actually kept pressuring you and I didn’t even know that you didn’t felt the same way until now.”

“Hey, it’s cool. It’s not your fault.” Chansin reassured her. “It’s actually kinda my fault?”

Elizabeth gave out a faint chuckle. “Heh, so I guess it’s both our faults then.”

Chansin thought for a moment until he sighed. “Y’know what? L-let’s…let’s do it then.”

“W-what?” Elizabeth was surprised at his answer.

“Yeah. I mean, let’s face it, we seriously love both of each other. We’re like freaking attractive. And we do respect each other’s back or some shit?” Chansin explained. “But hey, if you feel like doing it, then I’ll do it too. And besides,” he made a little grin. “It’ll be our secret~.”

Elizabeth blushed at his remark before shaking her head uneasily. “N-no, wait! I don’t know. I mean…” And then she thought of the obvious question. “Like, what if our relatives knew?”

Chansin’s eyes widened once she said this.

There was a certain catch to when two teenagers fall in love and secretly plan to have sex together: the fact was that the parents, or any relative for that matter, would catch them in the act or learn about it somehow. Or even worse, the parents would be furious if their female child became pregnant and forbid the teenage male from seeing their daughter again. And the fact that rumors would spread all over school. It was something that Chansin and Elizabeth cannot face.

But then again, it was their decision. It was up to them to see if they would do this. Either forget about it and continue on being a couple, or do the forbidden deed and suffer the consequences once somebody finds out. It was risky, and even a gamble from Chansin’s perspective, but they seem to have already made the right choice.

“Well…” Rubbing his eyelids, Chansin was able to at least make an answer. “We’ll try to not let them know.” He said. “And if they do and keep us separated, I’ll still sneak out and see you.” He smiled at her.

Elizabeth, who felt a little better, just smiled weakly at him. “Okay. But if you still don’t want to do it—“

“Trust me, Liz, I do.”

The two of them smiled at each other before sharing another kiss, which felt more softer this time. Chansin pulled himself up to stand in position until Elizabeth, wanting to experience this with her. He slowly prepared to take off his shirt until Elizabeth called him.

“Wait.”

He looked back at her. “What is it?” Is she changing her mind this time?

Elizabeth made a nervous look as she said. “Do you have any protection, or…”

Everything around Chansin started to break as he mentally fainted out of pure stupidity. “Oh shit!” He cried, making a slight whisper. “O-okay, okay. I don’t have any but I know there’s some in Sheen’s room.”

“Really?” Elizabeth asked him.

“Yeah. He keeps them in case he plans on “scoring”.” Chansin chuckled a little at his comment. “Just be right back for a sec and try and stay comfortable.” He watched her nod as he quietly exited his room.

After managing to sneak into Sheen’s room and receive a condom, he soon made it back to his room where Elizabeth was eager to see him again. “You got the condom?”

“Yep.” Chansin made a proud grin, preparing to take off his shirt. “Now we can get this over with…”

Taking off his clothes, he set the condom into his lower region. Elizabeth meanwhile was staring at how incredible his body looked. The sight of his own abs to his well-toned legs. She already wanted him. Chansin turned to her looking at him as he made a sly grin.

“Ah, so you do like this, huh?”

Elizabeth didn’t answered. She was too busy locking her sight on his chest. Not to mention his face.

“Well, last chance. If you don’t want to do this, then—ACK!” Chansin stopped as he was being reeled into bed by a thirsty Elizabeth. “E-Elizabeth!?” He was then pushed into the bed.

She didn’t want to wait any longer. She wanted him now. “Just keep silent for me, Chansin.” She said in lower tone, quickly taking off her clothes, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any bra or undies, shocking her boyfriend. She then went to bed as she climbed on top of him. “Because we’re going to have a nice, long moment together~.” She purred, making a sly grin.

Chansin then grinned as well. “Fuck yeah!”

“Yes mother, everything is fine at the moment. Yes, Chansin’s in bed.” Gleam was still up, talking to his mother on the phone as he went upstairs. “Well, he’s having a cute little sleepover. W-what? You said if their doing anything that’s…? Oh no, they aren’t I know Chansin!”

Gleam encountered Chansin’s door as he opened it a little, seeing a sleeping Chansin and Elizabeth together. He didn’t see no clothes in bed, as he hoped since it was too dark inside, so it was safe to say that they were fine. “No, the two of them didn’t do it. They’re just fine…” Gleam smiled before closing the door to head back to his room.

But unaware to him, Chansin and Elizabeth actually faked sleep the moment he checked on them. They definitely do the deed alright.

“So, you up for another round~?” Elizabeth said, embracing her boyfriend. “Because I know you do~.”

“Why yes.” Chansin grinned, coming close to her. “How can I not say no?”

The two laughed as they decided to have another moment together at peace.

This date was certainly special to them.

END

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Stiles Smut~ The Bet

Word Count~ 3165 Rating~ NSFW Warnings~ Teasing, Safe Sex, Handcuffs, Dirty Talk Pairings~ Stiles x Female!Reader A/N~ HEYYY! We hit 1k WOOOOO~! Just wanted to say thank you for what you guys have done. I love you all so very much. Tumblr is great WOOP WOOP! Self-promo~ Instagram: @might.be.lily Wattpad: @LGBTQPenguins Comment a blue heart for a follow back Request~ Anonymous said: Can you do a stiles imagine where you do a bet seeing who can last the longest without sex. You try teasing him and eventually he gives in and smut at the end?

He pushed me up against the locker slightly with a groan. A smile made its way to my face at the sound. Our lips moved in synch slowly, full of passion. My hand wrapped around his neck and the other crawled its way through his hair. I slowly moved my fingers through the soft strands. A muffled moan left my lips as I tried to pull him closer.

A knock of someone’s knuckled broke up apart. Our cheeks were flushed with plump lips leaving me blushing hard. Stiles turned annoyed to the disturbance. Scott stood with a slightly disgusted look on his face.

“I swear, every time I find you two, you either smell of each other or you’re doing something sexual. You’re like rabbits. It’s disgusting. Please stop.” He said while looking between the two of us. My face seemed to darken as he spoke.

“It’s not my fault Stiles is a freaking horndog,” I protested while turning to open the locker I was pressed on.

“Me,” Stiles looked at you incredulously. “You’re always trying to get my attention with those jeans. You know why they’re my favorite.”

“Do I now,” I questioned while looking behind me to him.

He huffed and puffed out his cheeks making him look adorable. “Scott,” he whined loudly. “You have to take my side.”

“I don’t know. I’m kind of on Y/N’s side on this. I mean, come on man, I know you.” He said while grinning as I high-fived him.

“Fine, you know what. I bet I could last longer without anything sexual, Y/N.”

“Really now, I can’t believe that. What’s the prize?” I smirked and shut my locker again before leaning on it with an amused expression. Scott seemed to have backed up slightly at the sentence.

“Loser has to do whatever the winner says for the day,” he smirked mischievously.

I took a moment before nodding in agreement. “You’re on, pretty boy,” I said before walking away, hips swaying a little more than normal as I felt his stare on my ass.

Before I was out of earshot I heard Scott. “Dude, you’re not going to win that.”

“Watch me.”

I smirked at the thought. Game on.

I ran my hands through my hair as I paced around the room quietly. Lydia watched me pick up random bunches of clothes before throwing them in the hamper. I seriously need to do laundry. Her eyes landed on a white lacy fabric and she jumped up with a smile.

I looked at her confused as she ran towards the shirt, yelling a “what is that?” She picked it up to examine it. It was a white lace crop top. She looked at me excited as she examined it. “Why haven’t you worn this? You would look so hot!”

“Maybe I don’t want to wear something like that to school. You do realize there are tons of hormonal guys, right?” I questioned as she threw it on the bed before running towards my closet.

“I bet you have something in here,” she mumbled before searching through the clothes.

I sighed and sat on the bed as I waited for her to get done. Why did I invite her? Eh, I love her anyways.

I turned slightly to see her running out with a handful of something. She placed it on the bed before running to her bookbag and pulling out a makeup bag. “I have the perfect idea. You’re not losing that bet.”

I sat up at the last sentence with a look of confusion. “How do you know about the bet?”

She rolled her eyes and pulled out a tube of lipstick and nodded. “Please, the whole pack has placed bets on who will win. Scott and I are both on your side, but the others on with Stiles on it. Trust me, if you wear this, you’re going to win. Just,” she paused and her nose crinkled at whatever she was thinking. “Go home before you do anything dirty. None of us need to hear that. Or, well, think about that.”

I nodded and rolled off my bed. “What have you got, anyways?”

She smirked before motioning to the outfit she had put together. In front of her sat the white lace crop top, some high-waisted black skinny jeans, a thin leather jacket, and some black ankle boots. She also held some dark red lipstick and black eyeliner. I smirked back at her before we high fived.

This was going to work, I could feel it.

I ran a hand through my hair with a soft look at myself in the mirror. I looked hot. I’m not even being egotistical. This outfit made me look hot. I smiled a toothy grin at myself before bounding down the stairs of my house as I heard someone honk outside.

I ran out the door after grabbing some cheez-its from the kitchen only to be met with Lydia’s car. She motioned for me to hurry up as I rushed down the steps, trying not to break my ankle in the process. I tore open the car door before muttering a ‘go, go, go.’ We were going to be late if we didn’t hurry.

She almost immediately slammed on reverse as I shut the door.

“Sorry for being late. Got caught up in something,” she muttered and seemed to speed up the slightest.

“It’s cool. I might just have to speed walk, though.”

She nodded and sped past a red light. I lightly hit her as we pulled into the crowded high school. My confidence drained slightly as I looked at all the students. Lydia must have noticed as she made me turn to look at her.

“You’re going to do great. You’re going to win this bet. You’re going to make me proud. Now, stand a little straighter and push out your chest. This is highschool.” She said before smiling brightly and pushing open her door in synch with me.

I took a deep breath and stepped out, catching the eyes of others around. I mean, I guess it was to be expected. I normally wore hoodies with my hair in a ponytail and slightly loose jeans. It was a change, that’s for sure. I looked at Lydia with a look of uncertainty. She smiled at me in reassurance before we walked together to the school.

My eyes scanned the halls as I looked for any familiar faces. I let out a quiet scream as Scott jumped in front of us with a grin.

“Dang, Y/N, glad I bet on you.”

I smiled at him nervously before looking for anyone else.

“I don’t know. It’s not really me.” I sighed and looked down at the outfit. My once full confidence dwindling fast.

“No. This reminds me of a speech Stiles gave me. I’ll rearrange it for you.” He cleared his throat and gave a goof grin before looking down at me. “You are the hot guy that every chick wants.”

I perked up slightly at the thought. “I’m the hot guy?”

“The hottest guy.”

I grin brightly at that as Liam approached us. “Who’s the hot guy?”

“Me,” I smiled before laughing and walking down the hall to my locker. Liam gave Scott a confused look as Scott just shook his head.

“Knew that would work,” he said as I turned the corner.

I looked around before rushing to my locker with a smile planted on my face. I turned the lock thing as I entered the code before pulling it open and stuffing my unneeded essentials in it. I pulled a face as I realized I had math class first, and it’s with Stiles. This is going to be just great.

I shut my locker quietly and looked around before walking to the math classroom. The click of my boots seemed to echo through the almost empty hallway. I walked a little bit faster as I looked at the time. I only had about two minutes left to get there. I speed walked into the class and sat in my seat right as the bell rang. We were put in tables of two, almost like science, as the teacher found this great for partner work. Stiles looked up from his book at the disturbance before turning to me. His eyes widened at my attire.

Biting his bottom lip, he mumbled out a raspy 'fuck.’ His eyes scanned me, well as much as he could, before meeting my eyes. I rose an eyebrow as I saw his whiskey brown eyes darken.

It’s go time.

“What’s wrong, babe,” I asked innocently before placing a hand on his knee. “Is everything okay?”

His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he watched my hand start to creep upward. “You’ve never played fair, have you?” “Don’t try to beat me if you don’t even know the rules,” I blew him a kiss at the last statement and turned to face the front, hand still on thigh.

A light groan escaped his lips as the teacher walked in, immediately beginning to write stuff on the board. I guess today was note taking.

“Or not,” I mumbled as I watched him pull down the screen and turn on the projector before turning off the lights. Perfect. I rolled my thumb as I got to right beside his slight tent. I could already see his pants were suffocating him. I let out a quiet chuckle before humming and lightly swiping a hand over his erection. “You know, all you have to say is I win,” I said before winking. My hand placed lightly on the tent with a smirk on my face.

He growled slightly and pulled my hand away. I pouted at him, trying to put on an innocent look. I raised my hand and the teacher looked at me awaiting my question.

“May I go to the bathroom?”

“Of course, Y/N.” He said before pushing up his glasses and walking to his computer. I winked again at Stiles before standing and walking out. I walked over to my locker and leaned against it as I waited.

Five minutes later, Stiles walks down the hallway, grabs my hand, and pulls me out of the school. A smirk was planted on my lips as I tried not to stumble due to his long strides. I watched out for any teachers as we walked. Stiles seemed almost in a trance as we walked out. His hand gripped mine tightly, but loose enough as to not hurt me. His eyes were blazed with lust as he tried to speed as fast as possible.

We walked over to his car only for him to grip my hips and push me against his jeep. He hummed quietly as he looked down at me. “I think you won, babygirl, but trust me I’ll give you a prize.” He muttered darkly before opening the door for me with a smirk.

I walked over and sat in the car with a satisfied smile, watching him rush to the door and sit in the driver’s seat. He was quick to pull out of the school and rush home, his hand on my thigh and a smirk on his lips. He looked over at me with a devilish smirk as we pulled into his house. He motioned for me to exit which I did without question. He stepped out of the car and led me toward his house. He opened the door with his key before kicking it softly to push it open.

He placed his hand on the small of my back and pushed me toward the stairs. “Go wait on the bed, baby.”

I nodded and walked up quickly, a slight pep in my step as I felt his eyes watch me. I pushed open his bedroom door, took off my shoes, and laid down on the bed, waiting. I heard him going through something before his footsteps going up the stairs. He stood in the doorway and let out a soft moan as he looked at me.

“I’m going to tear you up,” he whispered as he neared me with a smirk. He placed something on the table that landed with a large clank. I watched him stand back slightly and pull his shirt over his head before kneeling in between my legs. His fingers lightly skimmed across the bare skin from my stomach making goosebumps rise and a soft moan escape my lips. “I’m going to make you scream so loud, they’ll even be able to hear you at school.” His eyes looked up at me before his lips attached to my stomach. An intake of breath from me gave him the signal to continue. His hands gripped my hips as he sucked harshly on a spot, creating a large bright hickey. He took a moment to blow over it before moving up to my lips, capturing them in a long hard kiss.

He moved harshly against mine as he tried to push all the lust he held towards me. His hands pushed my top up quickly. He detached his lips to pull my top off with a soft moan. My hands ran through his hair while he bent down to pull my lip with his teeth.

“Come on, Stiles. Do something.” I mumbled out as his teeth grazed along my collarbone. He looked up at me with a smirk before grabbing my wrists and pulling them above my head. He grabbed whatever was on the desk and locked my wrists with them. I looked up to see his dad’s handcuffs around my wrists and his bedframe. He watched me with a smirk as he slowly dragged my pants down. He stood up and scanned my body.

Black lace underwear set, sweat forming along my hairline, panting breaths leaving my plump lips, it was beautiful to him. I could see it in his eyes. He kneeled on the bed and reached behind to unclip the strapless bra before pulling it off. “Tell me, baby, who’s allowed to do this to you?” He asked as his hands cupped my breasts with a grin.

“You, Stiles,” I said breathlessly as one hand moved to go down to my panties. His long finger swiped over the damp material.

“So wet for me already. Is this all for me?” He whispered as he inched down to face my lace. His finger hooked the band of my underwear before swiftly pulling it down. I groaned lightly at the feeling of the cold air against my bare skin. Here I was, fully exposed and ready for him.

Stiles licked his lips before dragging a finger across my wet folds eliciting a moan and my back to arch at the feeling. “Stiles,” I moaned out.

He hummed softly before pushing his face closer and licking a stripe straight up. A high-pitched scream escaped me while he pushed his face into me and dug into my cunt. I panted softly as he stuck his tongue in, wiggled around, and pulled out. He pushed my hips down with one hand while the other replaced his tongue’s spot. He slipped a finger in, knuckle deep, while skimming against my clit with his teeth. His tongue darted out at random moments causing me to pull at the handcuffs, wanting my hands free.

A knot slowly builds in my stomach as he continues his magic. My hips ground against him as I tried to get some more friction, the need to come slowly becoming unbearable. His fingers curled inside me causing me to let out a borderline pornographic moan and screech. “Stiles,” I yelled out while moving against his fingers.

“Come for me, baby,” he said huskily while watching me. He sped up his pace, slamming his fingers in and out, as I came around him. His face pushing closer to lap up everything with his long tongue. My eyes rolled back slightly as stars danced around my vision. My breathing came in short pants as I tried to recover from it. I did not realize he could do that.

“Hmmm,” he hummed while licking his lips. “What do you want, baby?”

“Stiles,” I whined as he came face to face with me. “Please.”

“I need your words, doll. Tell me what you want,” he whispered while sucking hickeys into the juncture between my neck and shoulder. My head lolled to the side at the feeling of him biting softly.

“Stiles, I need you inside me. I need your cock ramming into me until I’m screaming so loud the whole neighborhood can hear.” Stiles let out a loud groan at my words. He rolled over to grab a condom from the stand. He opened it with his teeth and quickly pulled down his pants before rolling the latex on. (non-latex if you’re allergic. Be safe, kids ;) )

He moved my legs and settled down in between them. He bent down to put his arms beside my head. He pulled me into a kiss as he slowly pushed into me a groan being muffled by my lips. He started at an even pace as he tried to adjust to the feeling. My hands pulled at the handcuffs as he sped up. A silent moan left my mouth. Stiles took this chance to slip his tongue in, his hands moving around my back to pull me up slightly. I tilted my head to get a better room while trying to get closer to him.

“I love you,” he whispered while pulling me closer. He bottomed out as his thrusts became sloppier. My hands pulled as my body shook at the feeling.

“I love you too,” I whispered back as I began to see white dot my vision. His panting brought me near as a final thrust and his thumb against my clit caused me to come. My hips jerked against him as he groaned loudly. Our orgasms rocked the both of us. His hips rocked against mine as we rode out our orgasms. I tried to catch my breath as I slumped against the bed. My eyes closed as tiredness took over my body.

Stiles stood up went over to clean himself off slowly. He came back with a damp towel. He quietly began cleaning me as he watched me with a soft smile. He grabbed a key off the table and uncuffed my handcuffs before pulling on some shorts and tossing the towel in a pile of dirty clothes. He walked to his closet and pulled out one of his lacrosse jerseys. He walked back and pulled it over my head before dropping down beside me. He pulled me into his arms, kissed the top of my head, and snuggled into me with a tired look.

Then, we fell asleep to the beat of each other’s hearts.

…and Scott smirked while taking the money from the pack. “That’s right, I’m always right,” he announced while high-fiving Lydia and walking away like a boss.

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