#short. small. tiny. /aff

[cynnexis-multi-drone]

EL WIWI

you /j

[marbl3z]

✩°｡⋆ Even you can melt this cold heart of mine. ⸜ 🎧✮

Modern!scaramouche x fem reader

CW ;; teasing, swear words, Scara bullies you /aff, kissing, cuddling, he's being mean :(, a little suggestive, gamer bf scara x soft gf reader, sweet nicknames. He calls you dumb /aff

Names used for Scaramouche ;; Kuni, Scara.

A/N :; I was c.ai and decided this was my next fic idea hehe . I hope he's not ooc, I literally kin him sm

You're downstairs as you hear your short tempered boyfriend yell and a sudden slam of his controller. You sigh as you finish making his lunch. You walk up the stairs your steps are quiet and soft. Various sounds echoing from his door, clicking of his mouse, quick and angry typing on his keyboard, and grumbling.

Knocking four times lightly on his door you step into his room, his angry expression meets your soft one. His eyes softening for a moment before he turns back to his monitor and squirms as he attempts to fight back in his game. You place the plate down onto his desk, wanting to give him head scratch and a quick kiss. You step towards him, your eyes softening at his messy dark blue hair— a sudden slam and an angry groan escaping his lips as he dies in the game.

"Loud.." you whine quietly, your hands flying to cover your ears. He meets your eyes, he looks slightly concerned before smirking. Placing his controller down.

"You're such a baby," he says pushing his headphones off his ears, rolling his chair back and turning towards you.

"you were being really loud though.." you pout, ignoring his smirk.

"hmm, yeah?" He hums. "You're just a little baby, a dumb sensitive baby," he wraps his arms around your waist.

"I'm not dumb," you retort, he makes soft "tsk" sounds. His smirk widens.

"Mhm, you're my dumb little puppy," he grins even wider as he meets your big doe eyes. Your cheeks dusted red.

You shake your head "no" and he tuts at you once again, pressing his lips to your clothed tummy. You make a "hmph" noise as you turn away from him. He pulls you onto his lap, his hands on your hips.

"dumb little baby, can't do anything on her own," he mocks, you know he doesn't mean any of this seriously. He loves bullying you in a loving way. He always made sure he never went too far despite his short temper and mean personality.

"shut up," you pout, resting your head on his shoulder. His hands hold the small of your back, hugging you closer to his body.

"hmm," he hums again, faking sympathy with you. "Yeah?" He coos in your ear, pressing his lips against your jawline. Rubbing his hands lovingly on your back despite his voice mocking you.

"It hurt my ears when you made loud noises," you complain, he kisses your cheek.

"yeah, baby? Was I? 'm sorry" he fakes his apology, loving how pouty you were, It made his heart melt when you stuck out your bottom lip and pretended to be so so angry with him.

"you're lying," you meet his eyes, and he smirks.

"am I? How do you know? Maybe I'm being sincere," he hushes the beginning of your response with a kiss on your lips, a chuckle escaping his throat as he pulls away. "You look so silly, so upset but so cute,"

"mm." You whine, wrapping your arms over his neck, situating yourself on his lap. "Mean.."

"I know, I know," he rested his chin on the top of your head. " 'm sorry, babydoll. " he hugs your waist, adjusting your legs so he can roll the chair back to the computer desk.

" 'm upset with you," you mumble, your breath tickling his adams apple.

"awwh, yeah?" He hums, one hand on your back and the other on his mouse. " we can't have that now, can we?" He teased, rubbing your back gently.

You sit like that for a moment, his eyes on his screen and eventually he removes his hand from your back to play a game on his PC. You try to ignore the tiny growls and groans he would make everytime something didn't go like he wanted it to. You roll your eyes when you hear a faint stomp of his foot, leaning back in his chair, glaring at his screen before meeting your eyes.

"What?" he questions, playing it off as he wasn't just raging over a game. you roll your eyes, ignoring his gaze. pulling your phone out and playing a cute slow paced mobile game, your head pressed against his chest.

"that's such a baby game." He snorts hearing the faint music from your phone speaker.

"You're a baby." You grumble, enjoying your cute game.

"No, I'm pretty sure you're the baby here." he teases once more.

"then, you're a brat." You lean your ear against his chest, getting comfortable.

"I'm a brat? Well, you're spoiled." He wraps his arms around your frame, spinning in the chair before lifting you up and plopping you on the bed.

"waah—" your head is dizzy but your body meets the soft plush of his duvet, sinking into the mattress. You pull your legs up to your chest, your phone long forgotten.

"no more games for now, I think that's a good idea." He grins at you, before pouncing onto you and tickling you for being so pouty at him earlier.

"nO NONONO!— HAHA- KUNI NOOO" you yell and squirm trying to kick him away. His slender fingers finding all of your ticklish spots, his grin widens as tears from in your eyes as your arms and legs fail as an attempt to shoo him away.

"okay okay, I'll stop I promise" he chuckles as he sees that you had backed yourself into a corner with a goofy smile on your face; out of breath. He sits on top of his bed, holding his hand out for you to take. You hesitate before scooting closer to him and he grins once again.

"I'll fight you—" you start, your defense going up as you see that signature grin on his face.

"I'm not doing anything!" He throws his hands up, as if he was surrendering.

You slowly trust him again, scooting closer and he pulls you onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist as he sighs. Leaning back onto the bed, your thighs straddling him. He rubs your upper thigh a soft smile on his face as you lean over top of him, your arms crossed on his chest and you close your eyes.

"you're pretty cute, you know." He mumbles.

"you never ate your lunch." You snicker as he sighs once more.

"Yeah, my pretty doll came and distracted me." He squeezes your thigh lovingly sitting up. He presses a long kiss on your cheek, before repeating it onto your forehead and lips. Your cheeks flushed with the loving squeeze. He snickers quietly noticing your flushy expression. "You liked it that much? D'aww." He teased, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His breath on your collarbone, you shiver slightly at him pulling you closer.

"Scara, please remember to eat," you coo, kissing the outer shell of his ear. He hums as he presses more kisses to your skin, pulling you closer to his body by your rear. "scaraaa," you whine as he grazes his teeth over your unmarked skin.

"Hmmm, what babydoll?" He hums, pulling away from your neck.

"not right now," he tilts his head to the side with a stupid smirk on his face.

"What not right now?" He smiles playing dumb. "I wasn't doing anything, what were you thinking of? Hmm? You're thinking of naughty stuff?" He chuckles.

"you were going to bite me!" you whine once again, your cheeks flushed pink and you softly hit his chest with your tiny fists.

"nuh-uh i dont think i classify it as 'biting', rather i'd like to say putting my name on things thats mine," he smirks leaning back to your neck.

"you're so territorial.." you whine wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him. "you're basically a cat.."

he grazes his teeth over your collarbone, a soft hum escapes his throat. he sinks down biting onto the soft skin of his cute soft girl, a gasp emits from your throat as he continues to kiss and nibble the sensitive skin. holding you by the waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

its a heartwarming sight.

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falls to the floor,. i tried to make this as cute as i could,, scara is really hard to write for

i hope you guys liked this one <;33

[thetrueprinces55]

Affs

My face is dolly, princess-like, cute, sensuous, adorable, cutesy, and baby-faced. My facial aesthetics are reminiscent of gorgeous skullpanda figurines and beautiful everskies faces. I have a short, heart-shaped face. I have a small forehead. The size of my forehead is equivalent to three fingers placed above my eyebrow.

My eyes are dolly. I have large, innocent-looking, seductive eyes. My eyes are sparkling. I have a round eye shape. My irises are a gorgeous grey color. My irises have a ring of black on the outside and a ring of cool light grey on the inside. My irises are like a galaxy of pretty stars. I have white scaleras. I have 20/20 vision. I have perfect eyesight. My eyes have no diseases or astigmatisms.

My lashes are long, fluttery, dolly, and manga-like. My eyelashes are always perfectly curved. My eyelashes are a gorgeous deep black.

I have straight eyebrows. My eyebrows are a gorgeous black. My eyebrows are even and symmetrical. My eyebrows are perfectly shaped.

My nose is cute and adorable. I have a celestial shaped nose. I have a slim, upturned nose. I have a ski-slope nose bridge. I have a small, thin, tiny nose. My nose is naturally contoured and always looks snatched. The width of the bottom of my nose is much smaller than the width of my lips.

My lips are plump and sensuous. My lips are pink. My lips are never dry and are always moisturized. I have full lips with a soft cupids bow. I have absolutely no upper-lip hair. My lips are always in a soft pout.

My teeth are white. My teeth are perfectly straight. My teeth are strong. I have strong enamel. I have no cavities. I have perfect teeth. I have perfect teeth and jaw alignment. I have absolutely healthy pink gums. My breath always smells fresh and like spearmint candy. I have a beautiful smile. My smile is like sunshine and lights up every room I am in. I have a vee shaped jawline. I have no tmj or jaw issues. I can fit my fist in my mouth. My jaw can comfortably extend.

I have no double chin. I have a very expressive face. My face always looks young and youthful. I have an e-side profile. I have a perfect side profile. My face is perfectly symmetrical. I have perfect facial harmony. I have a feminine face. I have gorgeous cheekbones. All the features of my face compliment each other. All my features perfectly flatter my face. All the features of my face perfectly go together. My face is absolutely gorgeous. I am forever the most beautiful woman in the world.

My skin is neutral and cool toned. I have a normal skin type. My skin never gets tan. My skin never gets sunburned. My skin always has a bright glow. My skin is always clear. I have absolutely no acne or redness. My skin is always smooth and hydrated. I have no blemishes or dark spots. I never get wrinkles. My skin has an even tone. I have no eczema. I have no bumps or warts. My skin is never dry or flakey. My skin is perfect and always looks as if I have a filter on it.

[libidomechanica]

Your faith, my Mary

As when drugs were to walk all day     she took the Door! Then to the wind.—Till break your handsome anger     flight, metals, were voice a whisper of ioy and gather     than to win her with his daughter, the way I think scorn of     the deathlike, half full—

already we rock or stone, set my     heart outright, all the cup: if it be a hell, yet, happy     boughs!—They all are loveliest aspects may call, and go with     rose up its blossoming Centaur’s arrow ready to her     face; she love of pleasant

thou that hill or plaintive and Sorrow.     Her, and stood with lichens it is sad? I stood before,     so thou wreck did rayse, your left espy; and the furse: mercy     vould be, i say if this day let in the hill, or Hátim     Tai cry Supper—heed them.

So thy great Iuno, which grace the     Lord and Madeira strongest day in springs do purge from     wits; and another gay girland my fayre eyes are beset     with the measure: weightless as mine in right euening says I’m     gone unto the dreaded

cards foretold; not beauty to disguise     of this poor thorn! How changed is her warlike brother off     in air; choose a firm cloud, above her, but arose, and shadows     fly, playing? Because it never with me, and the bar     and see how our liberty.

Or tiny point with rust, she     that I could; for the should have her head, my love, desired     light; but what we’re standing side by side. Each streets for the sight,     and all my name, doth prisoner pent in white, green, and Sultán     after, the thorn is true,

no truth in beauty’s grace man, always     sought nor whence we see— who doubt’s pain cry, Speak on, my song.     Which the very weel aff where’er the small gnats mourn because     you keep my feet warm is so content to finishing now     to the happy regions

are many, and in these our language:     we retorted hair! Thou wert a foreign filth and bite     the gloomy wood in tears she now began to strip there’s     a playing forth to pledge this woman is yet there were nothing     the left, three parts instead

of love crosse the land? Riches     where silence sink no more could fix, longing eyes with flowers     to deck the crystal circlings to his disguise, in public     foe, then it is, the rain to tinder. Rose blows so red the     Rose as this an illusion,

and now passion, a stately     stayre, to honors seate have loved you. That sufferer begins     to lull and follows whence came of fire; and the bond—still one     murmur’d like unletter’d clerk still outright. How dying flood     I drink a tun to my

Propertius. For Is and Is-not     thoughts that wait their heads do know, tis not her charms, that sweet face     of an eye-guess towards common likings, which all spleenful     unicorn. So animated that is in request, tis nonsense     to disparage their

echo ring. When we shall heed—for     Time, not too hard to make of money, that took my sight, all     my head, until the nights of gold? The tender as a peerless     majestic piece, boasting on me, wha wad soon thy dewy     hand than Endymion

could I less than love for love     returning for the shrine! Sad, slowly does sad Time have him power     of the magnanimity of our poor Thames she cries     to the heart: why is it goner? The Last Dawn of Reckoning     should be from honest fame

short scorn to this orphane place, and     with life one warfare upon a shoal; for the swans and foolish     Prophet, curse then a dance for the name. Each suck the rocks     the captive with a girland my fayre Alcmena lay, when     the lily married and

pious chamber of darknesse bright     peona kiss’d how many kisses gave to thee they will break     my heart alarm’d, aw’d with the lilac gives that bring for your     eyes holding thy mountain showers and band sit neat, his pleasure.     A beard; or else Fire!

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The house was a little small, a little outdated, and a little too pricey. But it wouldn’t have mattered if it was a closet when you signed on the dotted line with the love of your life, Kim Minju. The first property with your names on it, and the ocean view was the icing on the cake.

Your first act of business was to defile it. Tossing brand new keys on the kitchen counter, the only choice was deciding which of the new rooms to take Minju in. Right on schedule, she read your mind like an open book.

“Are we going to break this place in?” she asked, her angelic face smiling. The mattresses weren’t the only thing going to be broken.

“Yep. You choose first.”

Minju grew giddier while she roamed the place, taking careful strides with her long legs, wide hips swaying hypnotically, stepping alongside the wooden floor.

“This one!” she said with much enthusiasm, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the doorway. You expected it to be a secret garden the way she reacted to it. Grabbing her tiny waist, your limbs tangled in each other, lips crashing while your bodies toppled to the mattress.

“Fuck me,” she urged, two lustful words out of her sweet voice more powerful than the strongest aphrodisiac. Minju’s words didn’t fall on deaf ears, her cute top a forgotten memory as you pulled it over her head, diving into her sensitive neck and devouring her. Minju was definitely your favorite candy.

“Please, just fuck me…”

You loved hearing her beg. Unhooking her bra, you let Minju do the rest, going south and kissed her stomach. Looking up to see the wanton desire in her eyes, you kept a firm grip on her wide hips and removed her shorts. Her panties were an annoyance, you had no patience to deal with them and ripped them off, hearing the satisfying tear as you removed the bothersome fabric from her hips.

No time to waste. Minju’s body was a buffet, her mouth-watering legs an appetizer, an endless highway for your tongue to travel down. Her cunt glistened with arousal, but you stood your ground and planted gentle, restrained pecks on her soft thighs while licking dangerously close to her center, refusing to give the pleasure she craved.

"Please, don't tease me anymore—"

It was too easy, already having her in the palm of your hand. "You know that only makes me want to do it more," you said, blowing hot air against her sensitive clit to make her absolutely lose it, causing her hips to buck under the pressure. Minju whined while you held her hips down, continuing to lick her thighs to collect what had dripped down them, squirming under your touch.

“You know I love doing this,” you said, stripping your shirt off, then your pants, and finally your boxers, leaving yourself as naked as she was. “Want this cock?” you asked, aware of the intense desire in her eyes as you slapped your hardened shaft on her throbbing clit.

“Yes! Please!”

So needy. Turning Minju on her side, you laid down next to her, your stiff shaft pressing against her backside while you felt the warmth of her body. Minju grew wetter the more your cock neared her core, as you grabbed her shoulder and brought her body flush with yours.

“Need your cock. I know you want to fuck me too,” Minju whined, the impatience in her voice showing.

“The more you beg, the more I’m gonna make you work for it,” you said, nibbling her shoulder, your mouth exploring her skin. You could sense Minju’s desperation, the trembles in her body unwavering as your cock hovered just in front of her heat. Before Minju could make any sudden moves you pressed both her legs together to trap your cock in between her heavenly thighs.

Your tone grew hushed as you whispered in her ear. “I’ll fuck you when I’m done teasing. Not a second later.”

More whines from Minju’s helpless lips. The emptiness in her cunt was so close to being filled, yet so far away. Grabbing her curvy hips you used the wetness on her legs to thrust between her pillowy soft thighs, moving in an unhurried manner that felt like a glacial pace to Minju.

“Do you really have to move that slow!?” Minju asked, the frustration in her voice manifesting. It was rather pathetic in the cutest way, and you couldn’t help showing a scrap of mercy, loosening your grip on her hips to allow her to freely gyrate her body on your cock, the swollen tip of your cockhead grazing her sopping wet folds.

“See? Doesn’t that feel good?” Minju asked. You’d be a liar if you said no, and if anything the deliberate pace was for your own benefit as well, knowing Minju’s thighs would be the death of you. It was hard not to go full speed, not when her thighs felt this good endlessly squeezing your throbbing cock. There wasn’t even a need to fuck her when you could just keep your shaft trapped inside the velvety soft flesh of her thighs.

“I guess it does,” you nonchalantly said, thrusting fast between Minju’s clenched thighs, grabbing desperate handfuls of her hips and squeezing hard enough to bruise. “Fuck, it really does, Minju,” you said, unable to mask your pleasure. You couldn’t hold back now, letting out competing moans with her to see who was being driven more crazy, your head spinning from the wetness of Minju’s thighs, bordering on insanity.

“Gonna cum—”

It was hard for Minju to focus on much beyond the prodding thrusts teasing her cunt like a carrot on a stick. There was almost enough friction for there to be actual pleasure, and you were surprised Minju didn’t gush all over the fresh sheets right then and there. There were no more words to be said, just a primal mixture of groans and grunts as you gripped Minju’s tight body and exploded, shooting your thick cum between her thighs, her beautiful legs a soft canvas to be painted white, claiming Minju as your own.

Minju’s desperation was now heightened to extreme levels after being fucked without penetration, the ceaseless throbbing in her core wasn’t going to be relieved anytime soon. Her fingers rubbed your creamy semen into her skin, detaching herself and lifting her backside into the air, snatching your cock into her mouth, sucking slowly to keep you erect.

“Minju, hold on, fuck,” you said. The sensitivity was still high in your aching cock, but that wasn’t going to stop a determined Minju. You weren’t going to let her get off that easy, planting her ass against your face and running your tongue through her delicious folds, granting the pleasure her body had been deprived of.

“Oh shit, oh fuck!”

Minju was finally able to let loose. You licked her pussy and tasted her wetness, the best treat you could get your lips on. Her delicious cunt was juicer than any fruit, sweeter than honey, an orgasmic meal that you'd never tire of. While you delivered your oral assault on her pussy, she gave mutual pleasure and swallowed your cock down her throat, eagerly slurping on every inch, lips sealed tight, her tongue darting out to taste what couldn’t fit in her mouth.

No words exchanged, just hungry mouths at work, tasting one another as tongues swirled around at opposite ends. Minju was the first to break, stalling her oral skills to savor the pleasure while you feasted on her mouthwatering cunt, her tangy juices dripping down your face as you sucked harshly on her clit.

She shuddered and pushed her hips back, trying to ride your face, and you kept your lips closed around her swollen nub, encouraging her movements. You loved hearing Minju’s whimpering moans, the perfect background music to your meal that brought a smile to your face. Lapping up all her escaping juices, you licked every drop, your cock throbbing in her delicate tiny hand that you didn’t care that her mouth was no longer on you, too involved with burying your tongue down her cunt.

“That feels—that feels so fucking good!” Minju cried out, gasping while she pumped your cock slowly, making sure you were kept hard. “I think I’m gonna cum, gonna cum on your face!” You wanted nothing else. Tracing her dripping folds, you returned to her clit, slurping with purpose, grabbing her asscheeks and squeezing, digging your fingers into her warm flesh.

“Oh god, I’m cumming!” Minju barely had time to warn you. The harsh continued slurps on her clit drew her closer, her body temperature rising, legs shaking in preparation. Her toes curled as the tight knot in her abdomen uncoiled, shrieking in pleasure while you kept her firm backside planted on your face, licking her to orgasm.

“Worth the wait, wasn’t it?” you asked. Minju didn’t answer. Her body trembled uncontrollably, thighs quivering around you, hands gripping your thighs and rode her climax out, smearing her sugary slick down your face.

“H–holy fuck,” Minju said, gradually finding the strength to form words. You sucked on her clit again, causing her to scream with overstimulation. “Want me to make you cum again?” you asked. Minju shook her head furiously. “No–no, please, not yet—”

“But you wanted it so bad,” you said, holding her still and swirling your tongue against her sensitive clit, making her squirm.

“P—please, no!” Minji begged. You furiously swiped your tongue across her clit, earning more whiny moans until you stopped.

“Fine. But only because I wanna fuck your brains out now.”

“Finally,” Minju breathlessly said, getting off your face and laying down beside you. You rolled on top of her, taking a lengthy look at her naked body, drawn to the curves of the perfect hourglass shape she had been blessed with.

“God, you’re so gorgeous. My pretty ruinable angel.” Minju’s cheeks reddened and she spread her legs invitingly, offering her body to you. The time for teasing had passed. You wanted Minju more than ever, the aching in your stomach wouldn’t be denied. “Say it again. Wanna hear it one more time,” you said, cupping her face and staring into her beautiful round eyes.

“Fuck me. Use my body.”

One finger slipped inside Minju, she was wet, extremely wet. Not that you were surprised. You grabbed her waist, and she grabbed your cock, stroking it, guiding it towards her heat, rubbing her silky lower lips with it. You entered Minju without a word, parting her slick folds, making her gasp with satisfaction.

“Oh—oh god, fill me!”

It was too easy to do so, just one effortless stroke and you stretched her walls and bottomed her out. Minju’s eyes didn’t look the same, the innocence gone, an appetite for lust etched on her face. You didn’t care if she needed time to adjust, nor were you going to give her any, thrusting into her cunt mercilessly, treating her like a toy—a beautiful, perfect, whimpering toy.

“Ah, ahh, ahhh! Split me open, stretch me, oh god, you’re so deep!” Minju cried out, while you threw her long slender legs over your shoulders, pumping mercilessly into her slick warmth, making the bed rhythmically creak.

Minju was more than just your love—a goddess with a body sculpted by the gods, every inch divine and deserving of worship. But tonight she was nothing but a warm hole, a tight sleeve to fuck aimlessly, an opening to dump your cum into. The lustful look in her eyes meant she was more than happy to be just that.

“Ruin me, ruin your little cumdump!” Minju begged, like the hammering thrusts stretching her tight cunt were going to do anything else. Hugging her legs, you felt sweat forming, her tightness gripping your shaft hungrily, hitting her spot perfectly with every thrust.

It was one of your favorite ways to fuck Minju. The angle let you achieve the deepest and most direct penetration, with the added benefit of letting you look directly into Minju’s eyes. The intense pleasure contorted her features as her dripping walls massaged your cock, drilling down into her pussy as hard as you could.

“You’re all mine, you know that, Minju? That tight pussy feels ready to drain my balls, just begging to be dripping with cum. Fuck, such a tight fucking hole.”

It still wasn’t enough. If Minju could still speak, you weren’t fucking her hard enough. The bed’s brand new sheets were a little dry, you felt an overwhelming compulsion to ruin them. Just like Minju.

You wanted to be as close to Minju as possible, dropping her legs and inching towards her, your noses pressing together. Another thrust, another moan, another rock of the bed frame. The new neighbors were going to complain. Let them.

Minju gripped the sheets until her knuckles were white, but she needed more of an anchor, wrapping her arms around your back, nails digging into your skin, clinging on for dear life. “Right there, please, don’t stop, don’t stop fucking me. I need your cock as deep as it will go, my cunt is all yours, just dump your cum in me, please!”

It was a shame your hips could only move so fast. The repeating ’ahs’ and whiny moans were your erotic soundtrack, a song that you wanted an endless loop of. Your relentless thrusts made Minju gasp, this time louder, her hot breath wetting your ear. Hands roamed her tight body, not looking for a destination, just a place to drift, and sweat dripped down her pristine skin. Those succulent thighs wrapped around your body like a snake, yet she was the prey. You felt parched, yet water wouldn’t ever do, nothing would quite quench your thirst as much as the sweat from Minju’s sensitive neck, the salty taste of her flushed skin always hit the spot.

“Cum inside me!” she begged, her once innocent eyes tainted, filled to the brim with lust.

"You think I'd do anything else?" you growled, like anything would stop your pistoning hips from moving, thrusting in the wet squelch that fueled your animalistic desires. So exhausted, yet each thrust energized you, warm folds hugged your cock while you slammed into Minju, pushing you over the edge, making her scream in ecstasy. Just a little longer. One harsh thrust after the next, looking into Minju’s dark eyes that could hardly stay open, running fingers through dark disheveled hair, you buried your head in the crook of her sweaty neck. Time for the fireworks.

“Gonna cum, gonna fucking cum so much, spill my seed in this perfect little pussy.” One last round of skin slapping against skin, Minju’s thighs constricting around your body as tight as possible, demanding your load. You came inside her like you hadn’t fucked her in weeks, a rich flowing river of white thickness, escaping into her warm welcoming pussy.

“Give me it all, let my tight pussy milk that thick cock, not gonna waste anything from those yummy balls,” Minju said, her walls depleting every drop, swallowing it up into her thirsty cunt.

Minju didn’t relinquish her tight gripping limbs on your body, keeping your sore and tired cock buried in her creamy cunt. A kiss on her cheek, a pat on her head, letting Minju know that she was the most important thing in the world. She was a sweaty, panting mess, but she was your beautiful ruined mess.

“So pretty. My beautiful, sweet Minju.” A kiss on her forehead, sticky strands moved out of her eyes, a shy smile on her lips.

“What’s next? The shower, the balcony, the couch? I haven’t swallowed today,” Minju said, lips forming a pout.

“Dunno. Just wanna stare at how pretty you are.”

Minju switched the subject quickly before her cheeks changed color. “There’s a really nice pool here.”

“Pool? We don’t have swimwear,” you replied.

“Do we need it? Skinny dipping exists for a reason.”

“Can’t have you screaming outside though. I think our neighbors hate us already.”

“I’ll be quiet. Pinky promise.”

“Heard that before. Give me a minute, I’ll meet you there.”

Minju detached herself from your shaft, her hips swayed, your cum dripping down her delicious thighs with every step. Her sweaty naked body was your second wind, and you jumped out of the bed, catching up to her and giving her beautiful backside a smack, her fleshy cheek rippling.

Minju took a spin around, your reinvigorated gazes met. “I’ve always wanted to be fucked in a pool. I can hold my breath underwater for a really long time, you know.”

“How long?”

“You’ll just have to find out.”

[existslikepristin]

Movie Night

More backlog. Again, sorry for the formatting. I have no clue what I'm doing. You can find this on AFF here if you prefer: https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1462862/movie-night

Tags: TheLounge, Gfriend, mostly SinB, Eunha, maleOC"you", sexy in-character stories (referencing butt stuff), oral stuff, "CAUGHT" like in dumb pornos, vote story, backlog story

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You sigh quietly for the thousandth time. You have no idea how long it's been since Eunha and Yerin left you in this chair. There isn't even a clock on the wall ticking down. It's not possible that they just forgot about you, right? You've been friends for a couple of years, so that can't be it, can it?

You groan and kick back and forth against the ropes holding you down. The chair isn't too heavy, so you end up moving a few inches to the side. It hurts to rub so violently against the rope, and you nearly tip over, so you decide against trying again.

Thankfully, it's right after that when you hear the door open. At least, it may be thankfully. You can't see the door, so it could just be some random person who's about to be traumatized by a naked dude tied to a chair. You hold your breath, as if it's going to make any difference.

"Shit-damn, man. Eunha got you good."

You never thought you'd be quite so happy to hear SinB's attitude-laced voice in your life. She ruffles your hair as she walks around you to sit on the bed. It's been about a month since you've seen her actually, other than a passing glance at the dorm when you were picking up Yerin for dinner. SinB looks like she might have put on a tiny bit of weight since Gfriend's last comeback. That or you're just going insane from your solitary confinement. She's wearing a red and black plaid lumberjack style shirt over a black tank top, tight navy blue jeans, and black combat boots. Her hair hasn't changed much, just past her shoulders, dark brown, straight. But she does have a single pink extension in. It looks... honestly a little tacky. "The fuck did you do to deserve this?" she asks after she sets down her purse. She leans over and lightly flicks the cage on your dick.

Well, if you recall correctly, you shoved a gigantic butt plug into Eunha with minimal lube, causing presumably severe pain, compromising her ability to perform the first night of her first solo activities, walked out of the room (that part was Eunha's idea though), and never apologized for any of it.

As you contemplate how much of that you're going to share with SinB, she reaches into her purse and pulls out one of those excessively jagged knives with skull and bat wing decorations that you can only find in gas stations in the middle of nowhere. She clicks the blade open and you can see at least part of a quote engraved into it, "...fiery lake of burning sulfur. This is the second death."

So two things: First, is SinB turning into a creepy trucker? Second, how much of the story do you tell her?

Options: 1. (Picked:) Tell her everything. Don't want to lie to someone with the fucking bible on a knife. 2. Embellish the story so she knows what happened, but make it sound... less bad? 3. Tell her you don't want to talk about it. You just want to get out of here. 4. Tell her that her hair is fucking stupid and she should be ashamed of the pink streak. (Obvious bad end option)

~~~~~

Mostly to avoid being skewered by religious text, you roll your eyes and give SinB the whole story, as it actually happened. She seems very entertained, doing everything from chuckling about being able to see the plug through Eunha's shorts to full-on burst laughing at your description of getting stabbed with a drugged needle. She wipes some small tears from her eyes while she stands back up from the bed, "Oh wow! You got tranquilized? That is fuckin' rich."

SinB crouches down in front of you and starts to cut at the ropes around your ankles. They're strong, so it takes a little work on her part. You think she could untie them instead, but then you look down and find you can see down her tank top. For whatever reason, she decided to go braless today. It's not that you haven't seen SinB's tits before. She has walked around the dorm naked a couple of times when you've been over. Of course, she would berate you for not immediately turning away each time. You figure you won't give her that satisfaction this time, and turn your head away to avoid staring at her jiggling cleavage.

"So, is that it?" SinB asks when she finishes cutting your legs free and moves behind you to start on your arms.

"Pretty much, yes. Unless you want me to elaborate on Eunha and Yerin eating out each other's asses in front of me."

The sarcasm runs down the back of your neck like slime, "Oh yes. Tell me all about it and make me want it. Put your tongue in my ass just like them and give me the story like a suppository."

You groan loudly. Can you say anything around this girl without getting a response like that?

SinB chuckles, "Fine, fine. Watch your fingers."

You feel SinB grabbing your hand to move it out of the way of her sawing. You can't think of a time when the two of you have had this kind of contact before. She's being oddly delicate. Weird. Once your hands are free and she cuts the ropes holding your chest upright, you lean forward to get the stiffness out of your back and rub at your wrists. You get the feeling you'll be sore for a while.

SinB snaps the deadly knife shut and drops it back into her purse before flopping onto the bed on her back. Her tank top lifts from the action to reveal her sculpted stomach. "Today was at least a bit rough for everyone, it sounds like, eh?"

Past experience tells you this is some kind of bait to lead into a joke at your expense, but you're just curious enough to bite. "What do you mean?"

"Well, there's the whole thing with you and Eunha. And... actually I guess Yerin had a good day. But like, Sowon had to take the van in for repairs this morning, Yuju's been fighting the flu,"

That's right. You must have forgotten in the last couple of hours, you were going to send Yuju a text to ask how she was feeling. Where is your phone anyway? And your clothes? You start looking around the room.

"And I'm just exhausted. I knew it would be tough being support staff but this shit is nuts."

You see your clothes in a pile near the door. You stand up to go get them, but have to hold onto the chair for a second, as your legs are somehow still stiff and wobbly at the same time.

"And like, I don't know. I guess I'm jealous too."

"Well I'll happily fuck your ass too, once I get the key to this thing."

"Hurr hurr, smartass. I'm being serious. Eunha's been my friend forever and now I'm watching her do something cool and professional and I wish I could be doing that too."

Dang, that got weirdly heavy.

QUICK VOTE Options: 1. (Picked:) Encourage her. She may be a dick, but she's kind of a friend? At LEAST a friend of a friend. 2. Discourage her. Because she is a dick. Remember when she ate your leftovers and said your lasagna recipe sucks? 3. Don't comment. Her drama isn't your drama and you're having trouble putting your pants back on.

~~~~~

You struggle for at least thirty seconds to get your underwear and pants on to where they're comfortable over the dick cage. It's an awkward silence. It's obvious that she's waiting for your input. You sigh and pick up your shirt. You might as well try to be the bigger person here.

"There's no need to be jealous, SinB. You're super talented too. You just have to figure out a different way to leverage it."

Again, more awkward silence. You put your shirt on, which is way easier than the pants were. You look over at her. She hasn't moved, her abs still revealed to the ceiling. She's just staring straight up.

"I don't know. See if your manager can sign you up for more variety shows? Talk show people seem to love you. For some reason," you mumble that last part as you turn to find your shoes.

"Hey, uh..." SinB breaks her silence for a second, but pauses before she continues, "Do you ever want to like, hang out?"

You bring your shoes over to the bed, since you're not sure you can reliably put them on while standing yet. "What do you mean? We hang out."

SinB turns over and props herself up on her elbow so she's facing you. "Not really. We hang out with Eunha and Yerin and Umji and whatever, but we don't make plans to hang out together. I don't even have your contact info."

"Yeah you do. I messaged you months ago when Yerin forgot the beer in your fridge. You responded."

"How the fuck do you remember that? I deleted the thread right after I brought it."

Of course she did. "Well... fine. Let me see your phone?" SinB sits up and gets her phone from her purse to hand it to you. It takes you a minute to figure out her OS, but you put in your contact and hand it back. Only when she taps the screen a few times and you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket does it hit you that you just gave your info to the woman who has effectively been your bully for the last few years. And when you pull out your phone to see that she's sent you a single word, "Dumbass," in a text. You roll your eyes and put your phone back in your pocket.

"You're not going to save my contact?"

"Can I put on my shoes first?"

SinB gives a dirty look off to the side, but she's got a bit of a blush on her cheeks. "Aw, baby need help?"

You take a deep breath and lean over to put on your shoes, choosing not to respond to her jab. There's another thirty seconds or so of silence, only cut by the muffled sound of a honking car horn somewhere outside.

"Do you, uh... have plans tonight?"

That sounds like a set up for another joke at your expense, but you're prepared for it. "Nope. I'm just going to head home."

"Want to come over to watch a movie or something?"

So, not a joke? You look back to see SinB has turned her head completely away, and is fiddling with the buttons on her purse.

Options: 1. "No way, bitch. I'm going home." You know this is just her setting up for a burn. You're gonna call her on it. 2. (Picked:) "Yeah sure. That sounds fun." Actually, yeah. It does sound fun. Why not? She seems sincere for once. 3. "Movie? Why? We can fuck here." Take a shot. Seems unlikely to work, but at least she'll fuck off if you're wrong.

~~~~~

You sit in that silence for a minute, mulling over the options. She's not wrong now that you think about it. The two of you have never specifically made any effort to spend time together. Maybe it's time you started.

"Yeah sure. That sounds fun."

SinB stands up, still facing away. "Sure does, right?"

Without seeing her face to know if she's giving you a cue to answer, you don't quite know what to do. You sit awkwardly looking at the back of her head for a moment. Wasn't that rhetorical?

"Yyyup. It does," you eventually say.

You half expect her to ask the same question, but thankfully she doesn't. Instead she sends a quick text on her phone. You can just see one of her cheeks from the side as you stand up, yourself. She's bright red. So at least you know she's embarrassed, whatever that information could be used for. "So, uh... I'll go back now and get ready," she says that in such a way that it still sort of sounds like she's asking a question.

Just in case, you affirm with a simple, "Mmmhm."

"I'll leave the door unlocked for you, so just come right in."

You debate for a moment if you should tell her that Eunha and Yerin gave you a spare key last year to help them satisfy their ravenous sexual appetites more conveniently, but decide against it. SinB's already zipping her way out the door. "Alright, see you in a few minutes!" you call after her. Damn, this girl can be weird...

*** You open the door to the girls' dorm, and you're greeted with the faint scent of freshly made buttered popcorn. You see SinB carrying a couple of beer cans from the kitchen to the living room.

"Going for the full experience eh?" You say, removing your shoes before stepping all the way in.

"Yeah. Yeah, you know what they say," she calls back from the living room.

You follow her, seeing that she has rearranged the furniture a bit so that only one couch is facing their TV. She works fast.

"Uh, what do they say?"

SinB scowls, "You know, go big or go-- fucking dumbass. What do you want to watch?"

"You didn't have something in mind already?"

"No, I have a bunch here. Come take a look."

Curious as to exactly what she means, you make your way over to a drawer under the TV, from which she pulls out a rectangular, woven basket packed full of DVD cases. They're neatly stacked for the most part, but a few action movies have been tossed onto the top more haphazardly.

"I don't get around to watching a ton of movies, so the others drop whatever they think I'll like in here. It's getting... a little full, so we can marathon if you want, or just whatever one looks best to you. I dunno."

You give SinB a smirk and crouch down over the basket. "Aw, you finally want my opinion on something? That's new." SinB groans, "Dude, would you just pick a damn movie?" She walks away, taking off her flannel shirt, tosses it onto a nearby unoccupied chair, and flops heavily onto the couch. You take the smallest fraction of a second to admire her shoulders and the careless way she puts her feet up on the coffee table next to the popcorn. She may be excessively rude to you, but she sure is cool.

The basket has a lot in it. Underneath the pile of action movies, there's some documentaries you suspect Umji put in, some romances that Yuju mentioned once, a couple of comedies... and a pornographic contribution almost definitely from Yerin. Plus a bunch more, of course.

Well, you've got a few hours before midnight. Maybe enough to watch two of these? Unless of course you plan to stay past midnight. SinB seems to be on board for a longer marathon.

The nature of your relationship with SinB moving forward depends on this vote and a couple others, which will be marked with an [IMPORTANT] tag. Don't worry, I'm not going to completely fuck over the story and end it immediately, but your decisions for [IMPORTANT] votes can make extra big differences. Can you unlock the Wholesome Friendship storyline? The Secret Camgirl storyline? The Domme Girlfriend storyline? Who knows?

With that in mind... DOUBLE VOTE TIME. Options for Part 3 - 1: 1. Watch one movie and GTFO. The two of you are alone now. If you only watch one, you can probably leave before anyone else interrupts. Only the top vote for movie will be selected. 2. Stay until midnight to watch a couple of movies. Show her you're the responsible one here. You have a job to get to in the morning. The top two votes for movie will be selected. Most popular first. 3. (Picked:) Stay past midnight and watch however many movies you can. You're finally hanging out with SinB. Marathon FRIENDSHIP! The top two votes will be selected, AND more options will become available later.

Options for Part 3 - 2 [IMPORTANT]: 1. Action Movie! If you had to guess, this would be one of SinB's favorites, since there are so many in the basket. The other girls probably know their stuff. It will probably hold her attention so that you can't talk to her much, but she's almost guaranteed to enjoy it. 2. Comedy? Solid chance she'll like this too. If the movie happens to be funny enough, you two might develop some inside jokes with each other. That might have the added benefit of pissing off Eunha, if you think that's a benefit. 3. Romance! SinB doesn't strike you as the romantic type. Unless? No, it couldn't be. If she's not too interested in the movie, the two of you could end up having some interesting conversations. But if she DOES like it... 4. (Picked:) Horror... Now, hold on. You know for a fact that SinB can't handle scary movies. What's this doing here? Is Sowon trying to prank her? If you pick this, you might end up in each others' arms... assuming YOU can handle the horror, that is. 5. Documentary. Leave it to Umji to try to educate her group members. You'll probably end up talking to SinB through the whole movie without much interruption. You'll find out a lot of new information about her, but she could get bored. 6. (Picked:) Yerin's Porn?! If SinB's horny, you could bring that out more with this. Of course, you wouldn't be doing yourself much of a favor, considering your dick is still in a literal cage.

~~~~~

You pick out a couple of movies to start with. You suspect you'll stay quite a bit longer, but these will do to start. The first one is definitely something Yerin put in the basket, "From Idol To Pornstar #6," and the second one is "Don't Look In The Basement," a horror movie that looks pretty old.

"So anything in this basket is good?" you ask over your shoulder.

SinB rolls her eyes and sighs heavily, "Well now I feel like I'm going to regret it. But yeah. I invited you here and I told you to pick. I'll have to trust the girls to not be fucking me over right now."

You can't contain your sly laugh.

"Shit. I knew it. Whatever, just put the movie in and we'll roll with it."

The DVD player is a whole different level of technology. It takes you a minute to even figure out where to put the disk. But once you do, you can hear the DVD being guided down to somewhere else inside the machine and spinning up very quietly. You drop the movie cases on top and move back to the couch.

"To be clear," you say as you sit down, "I'm seriously not sure these are going to be movies you want to watch. At least not with me."

But SinB has already grabbed the remote control and pushed the button to play the movie. You hold your breath as the title card rolls onto screen, accompanied by the melodious moan of... well, probably an idol-turned-pornstar. Next to you, you hear SinB's breath catch too.

As the opening credits fade on and off, you look over. SinB is blushing again. You don't know her well enough to know if she's embarrassed or angry. "Hey, SinB? I mean, I think it was put in the basket as a joke. We don't have to watch this if y--"

"Nah, we can watch this."

You're a little caught off guard. Are the two of you playing a game of porn chicken now? Is she actually into this? Her blush fades a little bit as she looks back at you.

"What? Can't you take it? Or did you forget about your caged up dick when you picked the movie?"

She has a point. Waking up with this thing on was unpleasant enough. Watching Eunha and Yerin eating out each others' asses though, that gave you pins and needles in a very unwelcome place to have pins and needles. You question your decision for a second, but don't have much time before she speaks up again.

"Seems like it wouldn't be awesome. What if I..." She scoots closer to you. Really close, in fact. She's got her shoulder and leg up against yours. She leans in, her face inches away from yours. She looks down at your lips. And then she drops, her side draping across your lap so her head can rest on the arm of the couch, facing the TV. You can feel her shudder, and you chuckle.

"Wha?" She turns partially over so she can give you an incredulous look, "You're laughing?"

"Yeah. You're not quite so sexy when you're trying that hard," you say back, not sure if you're bluffing.

With a scowl, SinB switches back to watching the movie. "I wasn't trying very hard..." she mumbles. She curls up a bit, her feet behind her, and her torso finding a more comfortable spot on top of your legs. You note that she feels heavier than she looks. She's probably got a lot of toned muscle under that smooth skin, considering her dancing skill.

The movie starts out just as lame and awkwardly as you would expect a porn to start. A pretty woman with virtually no acting skill and a jacked-to-hell man with an equal lack of acting skill discuss her "idol career" and how she's "beautiful enough to be a model" and of course they discuss her obviously implanted tits at length. Whoever on set is holding the microphone can't seem to stay consistent, because at times you can only hear the man, and at other times you can only hear the woman. It's a garbled mess, for the most part. You and SinB both have a good laugh at the movie's expense about it.

"Hey, uh... Tell me about your sex life."

You cough, "W-what?"

SinB turns over so she's looking up at you. "You heard me dweeb. We don't have a terrible boom mic like they do in that office."

You smirk at the low-quality joke. You drop a piece of popcorn on SinB's forehead, earning a deadly glare, but also an ever-so-slightly tipsy smile.

"Well you already know about the stuff I've done here... I mean, not on this couch!" you backtrack.

"Man, nobody cares about that. I think the only person who hasn't had sex or jacked off on this couch is Umji. Yuju does it at least twice a week."

The picture is suddenly very clear in your mind, of Yuju with her hand down her shorts in the very spot you're now sitting. But you shake it out of your head.

"So you have too?"

"Duh. Think I'm a prude?"

You think back on the last couple of hours and how nonchalant SinB was walking in on you naked and tied to a chair. "I guess not. What about Umji? I know she's not a prude either."

SinB lightly smacks your chest with the back of her hand. "You telling me you've fucked Umji too?"

"No, no such luck there," you laugh, getting you another smack, "Oh come on. It's not like she's illegal."

"She's the youngest one here! She can do what she wants, but I gotta protecc her!"

The two of you both laugh. You haven't had that much beer, right? Are you just having fun? With SinB of all people?

"So what exactly do you want me to tell you about?"

SinB points at the TV, "Well those two aren't going to be fucking any time soon with how slow the bitch is to put out." You blink at her crassness. "I dunno, just tell me one of your exciting, sexy tales. You've gotta have a few of those."

You shrug, "I might. But if I'm going to tell you one, you've got to tell me one too."

SinB sits up a little so she can take another swig of her beer and then rests back. "Deal! You first, fucker!"

Options: 1. (Picked:) Tell SinB about the time you met Eunha. Because you bet your ass it included sex. 2. Tell SinB about when Pyo Eunji asked you to dominate her. 3. Tell SinB about the sex party where you THINK you fucked half of Twice. Everybody was wearing masks, so it's still unclear. 4. Tell SinB about your wholesome coffee date with Choerry because not everything has to be about sex, you degenerate.

~~~~~

You laugh, "Alright, alright. How about... I know. Has Eunha ever told you the story of when we met?"

SinB gives you a confused look. "No? I'm looking for a sexy story."

"Oh believe me, it's a sexy story."

With a raise of her eyebrows, SinB adjusts herself to be a little more comfortable draped across your lap. "Fuck it, I'm game."

"Alright. So it was maybe a week before Christmas. I just moved to Seoul and didn't know anybody. I was walking around with my camera looking for some random gig work, not finding anything, you know.

"I was getting tired, but I had to stay up that night because maintenance was coming to my apartment to fix the heating at midnight or something stupidly late like that. I figured I'd have some coffee to keep myself up so I went to the cafe right down the street--"

SinB interrupts, "Yeah, yeah. The Lounge?"

"Weirdly no. It was Wu Zetian's."

"Fuck! The Chinese cafe that shut down? I loved that place!"

"Yeah! I used to get that imported oolong they had with a tiny little bit of creamer... Yeah, anyway, that's where I went to get some coffee, but they were closed early that night. I had my phone out and I was trying to find somewhere else nearby. That's when Eunha was walking past."

SinB tosses some popcorn into her mouth. She smirks as you give her a golf clap round of applause.

"And she asked if I was okay because I guess I looked pretty mad. I vented to her a little bit about the heat in my apartment not working and now I couldn't get any coffee. Blah blah blah. Then she invited me to The Lounge.

"She seemed pretty cool, and I wasn't about to keep hanging out in the freezing--"

"Seemed pretty cool?" SinB cocks her head to the side. "You didn't know who she was?"

"No way. I knew about Kpop but I didn't listen to any."

"Where the fuck are you even from?"

"Not important. So I went to The Lounge with Eunha and she offered to pay for my coffee. Super cool of her, right? And she asked if she could come see my apartment."

SinB grabs one of your hands and looks idly at your fingers one by one. "Damn. I know you and Eunha are total whores, but buying you coffee and straight to your place? Talk about fast."

"Hey, we talked for like three hours! I told her I had to get back to meet the maintenance guy and she asked to come along."

"Whatever you say, whooore."

You sigh, "You said to tell you a sex story, so I'm skipping the conversation. Anyway, if you're done interrupting," you pause to see if she has anything else to say, but she seems distracted enough by your hand, "We went back to my place and got there right when the maintenance guy did. I let him in and he fixed the heat. There was something wrong with the thermostat I guess. So he left after just a few minutes but Eunha said she wanted to stay so she could make sure I warmed up."

"Ha! That's when you fucked, right?"

"Well not immediately. First I brought out a couple of blankets and we sat on the floor wrapped up, but she said she was too cold and got under my blanket--"

"And then you fucked."

You hesitate, trying to think of something else to say before you give in, "Yeah. It was pretty much as soon as that happened."

"Aha! I knew it!" SinB points a finger right in your face and the two of you stay that way in silence for a couple of seconds before you attempt to bit her finger. She pulls back too quickly.

"I mean, yeah! You said you wanted sexy."

"Then give me the sexy juice... I mean the juicey details."

You wiggle your eyebrows at her and she slaps your chest. "You know what I meant! Finish your damn story!"

"Well, where to really start then? Let's see. She crawled under my blanket from the bottom up rather than waiting for me to open it up for her. And on her way through, she pushed up my shirt."

"Did your abs look like they do now?"

"No way. I was pretty out of shape at the time. Pretty insecure about it actually."

"What changed?"

You shrug. "Just decided I wanted to feel better about myself and set my mind to working hard at it."

SinB doesn't comment, so you continue, "My shirt came off, and so did hers. She was wearing a button up, so it was easy even inside the blanket. We made out for a while. She rubbed herself on my leg pretty much the whole time. It had to be a whole hour we did that."

"You just made out in one spot for an hour?!"

"Well... yeah. Honestly, the apartment wasn't warming up very fast, so it was uncomfortable to try anything else."

"Man, you fucking losers."

"Oh come on! Sometimes a good make out session is just as good as sex."

"I guess it could be, but that ain't my style."

"Yeah? Then what's your story?"

"What the fuck, you didn't even have sex? After making out shirtless for an hour?!"

"The story didn't end there!"

"Then finish it up!"

You tap SinB on the forehead, "Oh ho ho, I guess you should maybe shut up and listen then."

She lunges up shockingly quickly to bite your finger the same way you bit at hers earlier, but you can't get out of the way fast enough. She doesn't bite hard, but she does give you a playful growl and lick your fingertip before letting go.

"Wooow SinB, licking my finger? Who's the whore now?"

"Oh my god, just tell the story," she says in an exasperated tone.

"Mmmhm. So we actually tossed the blankets away eventually. Some combination of the heater working and our body heat actually made the apartment super hot. As soon as the blankets came off, we got undressed as fast as we could. Pants, bra, undies, everything. But then I hesitated because I realized I didn't have any condoms."

"Oof, that will put a damper on... actually, wait, I know where this is going."

"You got it. Eunha spit on her hand and rubbed it on my dick without even so much as getting off of me, then lined us up and bam, I was balls deep in her ass. I didn't even realize it for a couple minutes because she kept her lips on mine. You can probably figure the rest out."

"I mean, you can keep going," SinB mutters. She shifts around a bit and you watch as she puts one hand down the front of her pants. For as suddenly aware of the cage on your dick as you are, you feel the urge to keep the story going. Though you aren't quite sure how to describe the sex. You eye the hand down her pants and then look back to her face, giving SinB a gigantic grin. She rolls her eyes and looks away, blushing brighter red that you think you've ever seen her get. "Shut the fuck up and just keep going."

Meanwhile, you take a quick glance up at the television and see that the actress on screen is giving a torturously slow blow job.

"As you wish, princess. It ended up being a pretty wild night. She ground her ass into me from the top. Whenever she would get tired we flipped over so I could keep pounding into her and vice versa. We knew exactly when to do it to keep the momentum going, too. We did that so many times we ended up rolling almost all the way to the front door. We didn't even realize it until we landed on top of her shoes. But that didn't ruin the mood. We both got up without a word and ran to the bedroom.

"Didn't skip a beat once we were there. She dropped onto the bed face down and spread her butt open again right away. I used my tongue first though. I got her as wet as I possibly could and jumped back up to give her the cock again. We went hard there too. My mattress actually slid off the bed at one point and we just kept going. I don't think I've ever been that sexually charged in my entire life, and it was the first time either of us had ever tried anal."

SinB shudders. "Damn, man. I don't know how she always does that. She's told me about her sex life for as long as she's had one, and not one single time since then has she mentioned her vag. I actually didn't realize it was with you, but she has told me that story before."

You give her a fake laugh and wiggle your fingers in her face, "I guess it's just my special touch."

She swats your hand away (with her arm that isn't stuck down her pants) like a mosquito and sticks her tongue out at you. "Don't kid yourself, dickhead. Even if you weren't the closest thing she has to a boyfriend, she'd have figured out how hungry her butt is."

You figure you'll have to concede that point. Wait. What?

"I got a story then! I'll tell you about my first anal too! It's not nearly as exciting as that, but whatever. Uh... as long as I can remember the guy's name..."

Options for Part 5 [IMPORTANT]: 1. (Picked:) Let her tell her story. You're hanging out with SinB now and she seems excited to be swapping stories! Besides, hearing SinB describe her anal virginity sounds very appealing... 2. Interrupt her with a kiss. You can't be sure if this is actually a good time to make a move. She just masturbated to your story, but she also JUST told you not to "kid yourself," so... 3. Ask what she meant by "closest thing [Eunha] has to a boyfriend." It would probably be really rude to change the subject to Eunha right now so maybe you should wait, but you HAVE to know what she means.

~~~~~

"Uuuh, I think his name was Park Hanyoon... Or Hangyeol... Whatever, that's not the point."

"So, hold up," you interject. You think for half a second that you could ask about what SinB meant about Eunha, but then decide against it and continue with, "You don't remember the guy's name? Shouldn't that be easy?"

"This was years ago."

"Yeah, but it's probably someone you've seen a bunch, right?"

"No, it was just the once."

"Not even on TV or something?"

"No. He wasn't... famous or anything. I met him at a fansign."

"SinB! You fucked a fan?! Is that why you were surprised about me not knowing about Eunha?" You feel legitimately incredulous. Sowon has lectured Eunha in front of you many times about the potential consent issues involved with having sex with fans.

"I know! I know I shouldn't have! But it was such a long time ago! We were rookies and practically nobody back then!"

You give her a sly look, but include a crooked smile, "SinB, SinB, SinB. You little fan-fucker."

She smacks your chest again. When you look down at your shirt, you notice a small wet spot on it and realize that SinB pulled her hand out of her pants to slap you. You're not sure whether to be turned on or weirded out by it.

"Look! Like... Yeah. He was totally a fan. We had just debuted, and we were really worried if anyone was going to like us, and he was so fucking nice. We were just getting shallow compliments all around, and he was the first person to be genuine. He really got me, you know?"

"Oh yeah. Thirty seconds and a high five will do that to you."

"Damn, dude! You want to hear about my ass fuck or not?"

You laugh and softly punch her shoulder, "Yes! I do. I just want to give you a hard time."

SinB shifts a little bit so she can reach around her back and grab your caged dick through your pants. "Uh huh, sure. Too bad you can't right now."

You're sure you could drop a super witty comeback on her about her usage of the words "too bad" if you weren't wincing in pain. "Yeah," you say through gritted teeth, "We'll save that for later I guess."

"As I was saying," SinB mutters as she lets go of the cage and settles back into a more comfortable position, "He was really nice. He made me feel like Gfriend had a future. That really hit me. So I told him where to meet me after the fansign."

"Didn't you just judge me and Eunha for sex after three hours?"

"I was young!"

"Wait, you weren't underage at that point, were you?"

"No. It wasn't that soon after our debut."

"So... this is closer to Navillera?"

"The fuck? Why do you know that?"

"I'm doing the math because your ability to convey a timeline is like watching Inception."

"Like yours was any better!"

"The week before Christmas, two thousand--"

SinB pokes your nose to interrupt. She grits her teeth like she's frustrated, but she's also smiling, "Shut your damn mouth already and listen!" You put your hands up as if you're surrendering.

"So that night we met at a convenience store down the street from the venue. I didn't think we were going to fuck, but the more we talked, the more I started gushing. We just walked around this park. After a bit, I saw a spot between some bushes that we could go through, and I grabbed his hand and practically dragged him in with me."

"Ooh, public sex?"

"Yyyup. Worst idea ever, honestly."

You're about to comment again about her fucking a fan being the worst idea, but as soon as your mouth opens, SinB's finger is on your nose again.

"As. I. Was. Saying," she emphasizes each word loudly, "Pulled him into the bushes, around a tree, and onto the ground. I had my pants around my ankles in seconds. Poor dude could barely keep up, but I got him to finger me pretty quick. When I let him stop kissing me, he said he didn't want to offend me. As if he could at that point. When I say I was gushing, I was a whole fucking waterfall. I told him to get his cock out and fuck me any way he wanted to.

"I don't even know if he meant to fuck my ass. I was so lubed up and turned on that I barely even noticed it. Probably unlikely he did either. I was totally dickmatized."

"Dickmatized?"

"Yeah. Hypnotized by dick."

"Not by his kindness?"

"I mean that was the starting point. Once he was on top of me, different story."

You scratch your head. "So you're telling me that you were so turned on, you thought he was..."

"Fucking my pussy? Not exactly. I mentally registered that he was in the wrong hole, but I couldn't give a fuck if I wanted to. Chalk it up to my minimal experience."

SinB pauses, clearly thinking something over, and you notice that her blush has mostly faded. "Eunha gets mad when I call it the wrong hole. Whatever, you know what I mean."

There's another pause, a bit longer this time. You break the silence, "So the story is that you had sex with a fan in the bushes at night and you were so wet from his kindness that you didn't care that he may or may not have missed and put his dick in your ass?"

SinB shrugs, "If you want to oversimplify it, yup. But I forgot to mention that we didn't use protection."

"Well you wouldn't have had quite as much to concern yourself with because it was anal. But you really should still."

"Oh no, that's the thing man. I was expecting him to fuck my pussy. I lost my whole sense of self in that moment and I even told him to cum inside me. If he had been in my vag, I could have lost my career."

You stare down at her. "Wow. That turned into a saga suddenly. I thought this was just a sex story."

"It totally was! I can't even explain how hard I came when he whispered that he was busting inside me."

"His words?"

"No, he was all polite about it. As polite as you can be when you're on the verge of busting a nut!" She delivers that last sentence with the energy of a fraternity bro, so you're shocked she doesn't offer a fist bump or doesn't finish with "Know what I'm sayin'?!" Instead, she takes one of your hands and plays with your fingers again, looking over at the TV. "Look at this joker. Is this is his first porn? What's even the point if we can't see the penetration happening?"

You take a look as well. The male actor's incredibly toned ass and back take up nearly eighty percent of the screen, while all you can see of the woman is her legs wrapped around his waist. The two of them are grunting and moaning quietly (you get the feeling the microphone guy quit his job halfway through the filming). "Well... You know. Some people just prefer something sensual over being overtly sexual."

"That man's perfectly in focus asshole isn't overtly sexual?"

You can't help but laugh, "Yeah, yeah, I guess it is. I wasn't paying attention to his crystal clear rosebud."

Suddenly, you feel one of your fingers is particularly warm. And wet. You look down and see SinB, still looking away from you, but clutching your hand in front of her face. She's got your finger in her mouth, and she's not biting down.

Part 6 Options: QUICK VOTE TIME @everyone This vote will be closed in 4 hours! I know it doesn't make sense, but just go with your gut! Trying something kind of new with this one, but there will be a normal vote after the second half of Part 6 goes up later today. [Secret voting options appeared here on the discord server.]

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You cough softly. "Hey, uh, SinB... Whatcha doing there?"

There's a very audible popping noise from her mouth as SinB shoves your whole arm away.

"Fuckin' nothing, you dumb whore! What are you doing?!"

You try to hold in another laugh, but it comes out as a snort.

SinB launches up off your lap and hunches over so all you can see is her back and hair. "Fuck. Fuck! I'm sorry! I knew this was a bad idea."

"Bad idea? I mean, that's arguable."

"I'm sorry, you can go."

"Woah, hold up." You put your hand on her shoulder. "Seriously, what's going on?"

"I didn't invite you over here to fuck! I just wanted to hang out with you like a damn normal person and I fucked it up."

"That's fine, SinB. I'm not judging! If you want to just watch the movie, we can totally do that. If you're getting too hot off this one, we can even swap it out to the horror movie."

"No, no. You can go if you want. That was so fucking stupid of me."

You sigh. Clearly, SinB doesn't do this kind of thing very often. You scoot a bit closer so you're right behind her, and put one of your arms around her to hold your hand in front of her face. "If you think it was stupid, maybe try it again and you can do it better this time?"

There's a tense moment of hesitation, both from SinB thinking whatever she's thinking, and you thinking that this might not be the right way to make her feel better. Because that's what she needs, right? To feel better? This would be so much easier if you could understand this crazy woman.

Slowly, SinB turns her head to look at you out of the corner of her eye and mumbles, "You... sure it's okay?"

"Well I mean, I'm going to want an explanation of what this is all about at some point, but if you're just trying to have a good, uhhh, sensual time until then, I'm happy to oblige."

"That's not the point, man. I've been a jerk to you since day one."

You don't entirely disagree, but still you say, "A jerk? I don't know about that. Rude, sure, but that's something friends can do. No big deal."

"Oh, we were barely friends. I invited you here so we could be though! I... feel bad about treating you like shit, and I don't want you to think I'm just using you for sex."

"Hey, I've been thinking we were friends this entire time. Or good aquaintences or something. And as for being used for sex, it just sort of comes with the territory. In this dorm, anyway."

SinB's mouth gapes, "Everyone in this dorm?"

"No! I just meant Eunha and Yerin. And, I guess, you. If you want to, I mean," you punctuate by putting your hands up, "Plus, I'm still friends with those two. We do more than just fuck constantly you know."

"Yeah, that's true. So, like, would you have sex with me too?"

"If you wanted to, I'm seriously not opposed. You obviously want to have a normal friendship, and you're hot as hell. Those are the two ingredients for a friends with benefits situation."

She turns partially around so she can look at you a little more easily. There's a fire in her eyes, and she emphasizes the first word of her next sentence hard, "Will you fuck me?" There's an air of intensity entirely surrounding her as she stares you in the eye.

You give her your biggest, winning smile and confidently say, "No."

"What?!" SinB visibly deflates and flops against the back of the couch. "But you just said friends with benefits! I can be more friendly! Do we need to be friends longer first?"

You laugh and give her a light shove, and she gives you nothing but a confused look in response. "Nah, I would totally do it now, but my dick is locked up."

"Gah!" SinB punches the couch cushions on either side of her. "Fucking Eunha and her shitty timing!"

You put your hands up again. "You know, I'll admit, she was probably justified. The tranquilizer might have been a little over the top, but I won't say I didn't deserve it at all."

SinB swipes some stray hairs off of her face and relaxes a bit, "Still... Fuck! Whatever. It's okay. I can just do the friend thing. I still feel like I have to prove I'm not a complete asshole anyway."

"Awww, it's fine. You're trying," you say in a cutesy voice, "But don't stop being an asshole altogether! It's what I expect now, and I don't want my friends to have to change."

She gives you a scathing glare, but also a one-sided smirk. "Hurr hurr, mother fucker."

"There's my girl!" You scoot back up to her again, so your face is significantly closer to hers, and you give her a quick kiss on the cheek. She responds with an uncouth grunt.

"Besides," you say in a lower tone, "I don't need my dick to get you off."

Once more, SinB's cheeks glow red, her eyes go wide, and she lets out a very breathy, "O-okay."

Options for Part 6: 1. Use your fingers! You two don't even need to get naked. Though if she's going to gush like she talked about in her story, she may need to change after this. 2. (Picked:) Use your tongue! Get her pants off and give her the full oral experience. 3. Lol, just watch the movie. You said that you don't need your dick to get her off. You didn't say you WOULD.

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"Okay?" you ask, sounding dejected. "Okay." You sit back again, watching the awkward porn with an exaggerated sad face.

SinB jumps off the couch to land between you and the TV. "No! I mean yes! Do it!" She frantically pulls up her tank top, but it gets tangled in her hair as she rushes. "F-fuck! Ow!"

You lean up and wrap your arms around her while she's still stuck and pull her down, using your knees as a wedge to push her legs apart so she lands in a sort of straddling-your-lap position, though not comfortably so. She struggles to adjust herself and laughs nervously as her arms are sticking out at odd angles and her top is bunched up around her neck.

"Sure." You put your hand on the back of her head and pull gently. She stops struggling with her top and follows your lead.

The two of you kiss slowly, if a bit awkwardly, to the sound of the porn in the background. Through it all, you carefully (blindly, really) help untangle SinB's hair. Once you manage that, you put your hands on the small of her back to feel her fantastic tone. She takes the tank top the rest of the way off herself. She has to break the kiss to do it, but grabs either side of your neck and immediately dives back in to continue.

When you feel her grinding against you, you figure it's time to switch things up. You reluctantly push her back a bit and see when she opens her eyes, they're a bit unfocused. "How are you doing there, SinB?"

"Mmm, good," she hums, closing her eyes with an unusually soft smile.

Her senses seem to shock back into her when you say, "Not to imply that we have to stop, but I'm pretty sure I can do something else with my mouth to make you feel good."

Her eyes shoot open. "Yes," she says simply and flops onto the couch on her side, unbuttoning her jeans.

"Yes what?"

"Fuck you, dude!" She kicks your thigh a couple of times. "You know exactly yes what! Stop with this whiplash teasing!"

You laugh and recoil away from her sideways stomping. "I know! I know! Ow! Okay! Note to self: No teasing the SinB."

SinB smirks and keeps undressing, revealing legs that could inspire fanfictions all on their own. You know, if there were a demand for something that oddly specific. Just saying.

You say a quick, silent prayer to thank whatever god or goddess gave you the ultimate lottery win by breaking your heater at just the right time, and help SinB pull her jeans the rest of the way off. She's wearing loose boxers underneath, but she practically rips them off as soon as it's possible. You barely see anything before she snaps her legs shut and puts a foot in front of your face.

"H-hey. Before you like, do anything... You're not going to be a dick about this later, are you?"

"How do you mean?" you ask, putting a hand between your face and her foot.

"Just like, I don't know. You said you won't treat me like a slut, and I... almost trust you, but maybe we don't tell Eunha or Yerin about this?"

"I mean, I can do that," you pull her foot down a bit so you can see her eyes as you talk, "but I'm pretty sure they'd be happy to hear it more than anything else. Not mad or anything."

SinB takes the hint and puts her foot down slowly. "Yeah exactly. Like probably too happy. I'm not in the mood to get harassed about... Nevermind. Just don't tell those two, kay?"

You chuckle, "Alright, it's all good. I'll keep quiet about it. Any other stipulations you'd like to add before..." you pause to softly pull her knees apart, putting one of her legs over the back of the couch and keeping your eyes on hers, "I put my tongue in you?"

She grabs onto the couch cushions and her blush grows again. You realize how often that's happened today and wonder if it's physically healthy for that to happen so often in a short amount of time.

"Nope."

"Well then, better prepare yourself."

Without taking your eyes off hers, you lower yourself, using the guide of her legs in your peripheral vision to make sure you're going where you mean to. When you feel her intense body heat right around your chin, you drop the rest of the way, landing your mouth right on target (more or less). You're slightly disappointed in her lack of moaning, but you watch as she screws her eyes shut and let's out a long breath.

As you roll your tongue out, she noticeably breathes heavier. And much like in her story earlier, she's incredibly wet. You'd think you had already gone down on her for half an hour if you didn't just start.

"F-fuck," she half-whispers, "This was a good idea."

You'd respond, but you've dedicated yourself to the task ahead. Rather than try some silly alphabet writing technique, you lazily slide your tongue up and down, and in and out, and over her clit and between her folds. One of SinB's hands grabs you by the head, fingertips digging only slightly painfully into your scalp.

Scratching seems like a good idea suddenly, and you carefully rake your fingernails down the backs of SinB's legs. You feel her shudder in response. You're tempted to do it again, but decide you'll keep it in your pocket as an occasional trick.

Suddenly, you notice SinB shift underneath you. You look up to see that she's taken off her bra, leaving her, finally, entirely naked. She looks down into your eyes, and you raise your eyebrows a couple of times, doing your best not to slow down the work with your tongue. She gives you a dirty look back.

"What?" you ask incredulously, and mostly muffled.

"I didn't say anything!" she scolds. "And... there is one more stimulation... Er, stipulation," she scrunches up her face at her error, "N-no butt stuff."

You lift yourself from her pussy long enough to chuckle and say, "I kind of assumed," and go back down.

SinB bites her lip and throws her head back. "Cool..."

You keep at it for several minutes. Every once in a while you think you hear a reaction out of SinB, but quickly realize it's just the porn again. You've got half a mind to grab the remote and turn it off, but suddenly find yourself unable to move as SinB's thighs clamp around your head.

You look up, which is a slight struggle, and watch as SinB's chest rises and falls rapidly. You swear you can read her lips saying your name, but how loud or quiet is hard to judge, considering the legs on the verge of crushing your skull. Even so, you distinctly hear her voice all the same. Content in the fact that SinB is about to climax, you close your eyes to focus on making that happen.

Then you hear another voice, muffled again, but notably higher pitched. SinB's thighs tense up against your temples. You open your eyes again to see she's staring at you and definitely no longer appears to be enjoying herself.

In a blur of motion, SinB's legs unwrap from around your head with the near-deafening pop of sweaty flesh pulling away from your ears. You barely hear what must be the last half of a sentence, "--ucking knock anymore?!"

"It's the front door to the house, sheesh."

The promise you made to SinB not one cunnilingus ago comes rushing back to mind, because even with the couch blocking your line of sight, there's no mistaking Eunha's voice.

SinB manages to perform some kind of insane gymnastics to grab her tank top from where it landed on the coffee table. She holds it in front of her to protect some amount of her modesty as she stands up, somewhat crouched down. "You ever think maybe it could be fucking polite?! Or some shit though?!"

Eunha's cute laugh rings out through the living room. Normally it'd make you happy to hear it, but with how frantically SinB is acting, it induces immense anxiety. "It's all good, SinB! Calm it on down! Who's that you've got over there?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?! Can you just... go to your room already?" SinB's eyes flick around, looking for her boxers, probably. When she briefly catches your eye, she hisses quietly and glances down at the floor. You take the hint and roll off the couch, catching yourself to minimize the noise. Looking underneath, you can just see Eunha's feet rounding the corner separating the entryway from the living room.

"Oof, you're real worked u-- Aw, worried because you're nakie? Don't worry, it's just me and I didn't bring anyone home. Oh hey! That's the porn Yerin left you!"

You feel a moment of vindication, having guessed correctly who left that movie in the basket. But the moment quickly turns tense again.

"No! Er, yes! Just... Eunha, for the fucking love, just go to your room for thirty damn seconds okay?"

There's a silent pause, undercut by SinB's heavy breathing and the grunting from the TV. Eunha's feet are perfectly still. Until they're stomping in your direction.

"If that's who I think it is--"

"Eunha, stop!"

You hear the squeak of SinB's feet spinning on the hardwood floor.

"-- and you found a fucking key--"

"Hey! No!"

Eunha's only maybe a meter away, and there's nowhere to hide.

"-- that twat is going to get it!"

Again, silence. You slowly turn to look up. It's Eunha, glaring down at you like the world's smallest giant.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she asks. You know it's rhetorical.

Not knowing how to react, you put up one of your hands like a weak wave and try to smile.

"Whose. Idea. Was this?"

Options for Part 7: 1. Say this is SinB's fault. 2. (Picked:) Pin the blame on yourself. 3. Maintain that you're both innocent. 4. Blame Eunha! 5. Try blaming Yerin? That's believable, right?

~~~~~

You look over at SinB. All you can see from the floor is her head and hunched shoulders. She looks absolutely mortified. You watch as she locks eyes with Eunha and opens her mouth to say something.

"Mine. It was my idea," you suddenly blurt out, almost unexpectedly. "SinB invited me to watch a normal movie and I picked a porn and offered to eat her out while we watched."

Eunha's surprisingly intimidating gaze aims back at you. "You fucking dumb..." she covers her face with a hand.

"He's... being generous about that, Eunha," SinB says before Eunha decides to finish her thought, "I got him to tell me about-- I mean, I told him we should fuck, but we couldn't really, so yeah."

"No, no seriously. It was me who offered," you insist.

"Will you two shut up for a second?" Eunha holds her hands out. Both you and SinB hold your breaths. She pauses, appearing to be having some trouble gathering her thoughts. "Do you know how long I've wanted you two to do this? Don't answer that. It's a long time. I've been hinting and hinting and hinting and neither one of you dopes have been picking up on it. Will you please turn off that stupid fucking porno and sit down?"

It takes a second for you to react to Eunha's demand, still unsure you're processing her words right. SinB moves first, grabbing the remote and powering the TV down. You fumble your way back up to an upright sitting position on the couch, as there doesn't seem to be anywhere else to viably sit, though it's a little nervewracking to have your back turned to Eunha right now when you can feel her eyes melting their way through the back of your head. SinB sits down next to you, merely covering her front half with the clothes she was able to grab.

Each of Eunha's steps sounds like a small thunderclap as she stomps around to the front of the couch. She stands over the both of you. You could swear gravity is suddenly trying harder to pull you into your seat. You don't dare look, but you can feel SinB shaking from the vibrations in the couch. "This was supposed to be such a good day. I finally got to do something solo and you could have fucked it up for me." She motions at you, then turns on SinB, "And you knew I was mad at him. And you know me! I would have held up his dick for you to jump on, if you had just asked! Ugh! Just... Tonight of all nights! I need a minute."

As soon as the storm started, it's over. You take a deep breath and hear Eunha's bedroom door fling open and slam shut.

Almost immediately after, you hear the front door open too, and Yerin's voice, "Haaaa, thankss for the rrride. Hey you shure you don't wanna come in and hhave a dr-- Aaaand, she gone."

You don't have to look to know Yerin drunkenly stumbles her way into the living room with a gasp, "Oh no! Shinnie... ShinB! You can't be naked out he wif him!" She does a slow, awkward sommersault over the back of the couch to land in between you and SinB. Neither of you find the energy to push her away as her alcohol-saturated breath washes over you.

"Unna lef the pparty early. She's gonna be here any mint and sheesh sooo mad at him raeet now. But you cn come gesh your freak on in my room!"

Neither of you watch as Yerin fumbles back to her feet and cautiously makes her way back to her room.

"Hey," you say eventually, "I'm sorry SinB. I should have said we should wait."

"Nah, man. I appreciate that, but I shouldn't have asked in the first place... or at least have cleaned my room and taken you in there." You chuckle, "Well, should... we watch the next movie?"

SinB smirks back, "Yeah, I'm up for that. And... maybe we can get Eunha to come watch it with us?"

"That seems like a good idea. We should probably pick one out she'll like though. I doubt she wants to watch the other one I picked out."

"Sounds about right. Well, um, let me," she gestures to her barely covered body.

"Yeah, yup. Go for it," you cough out and turn to face the other direction. You hear her shuffling around as she starts to dress herself.

That is, until Eunha's door opens again. You freeze up and watch her storm back into the living room. She points at you, "Your pants, take them off."

You hesitate, "W-what?"

"You heard me. Get naked. And you," she points at SinB, "sit back down."

You look back to see SinB, staring at Eunha, slowly following the order with her boxers halfway up her legs.

"Now!"

No more hesitation for you! You jump to your feet and drop your pants. Eunha walks around and while you're taking off your shirt, she yanks down your underwear. It's not like you haven't spent a lot of time naked around Eunha, but you feel particularly nervous this time. Eunha reaches into her bra and tosses SinB what you can only assume is the key to the cage on your dick, then motions at you with her head.

"If you two are going to fuck tonight, I'm in charge. Unlock him."

"I-in charge?" SinB stammered.

"Yes. Now get on your knees and unlock him."

SinB picks the key up off the floor, considering she hadn't caught it, and gets on her knees in front of you, but keeps her eyes on Eunha.

"I want this. Obviously you two want this. It's an all around win," Eunha grabs your chin, her eyes blazing up at you, "You have a lot to make up to me. I love that you both want to defend each other, but you both pissed me off. And if you do something stupid that could ruin my career again, you will get punished way more than you're about to be rewarded."

There's suddenly a release of pressure and blood flows back into your dick and balls. You grimace at the pain around it, not really ever having realized just how tight the cage was. In fact, you think your penis is numb.

Eunha crouches down and grabs a fistful of the back of SinB's hair, pulling her head back. "You understand why I'm mad?"

SinB tries to nod, but is held tightly in place.

"And you understand I still love you and I don't want to be mad?" "Y-yeah. H-hey Eunha. We were going to ask if you wanted to watch something else with us?"

You cringe a little at the awkward timing of that.

"I appreciate that," Eunha says, strangely calmly, "But later, and with the chicken feet that you're going to buy me. Now, get this cock hard."

SinB glances back and forth between your eyes, your dick, and Eunha, and settles on looking at you, giving you a look that seems to be asking for permission. You give her the most subtle shrug you can manage so Eunha doesn't notice, and her eyes end up on your dick. So do her hands.

Eunha sits back down on the couch, crossing her legs and watching silently. She doesn't offer any kind of encouragement, so SinB is left awkwardly massaging you with her fingertips, as you slowly regain feeling. It's the first time you've felt pins and needles there as far as you can remember.

"Come on. I know it's been forever. Use your mouth." SinB scowls and mumbles, "It hasn't been... that long."

You bite your lip to try not to laugh, but you don't have to try for long.

SinB's small mouth opens wide and completely engulfs your dick. You feel her tongue gently coaxing it to grow. It works quite well, as you are very quickly reaching your full length in spite of the throbbing soreness where the metal was clamped around you. She coughs and pulls away when you get far enough to touch at her throat.

"Better. Now just tongue."

You marvel as SinB works you up even further. She holds herself in place with one hand and holds your dick against her open lips with the other. Her tongue slides up and down, and her eyes match, looking up at you and down at Eunha. In no time at all, you're as hard as you can get.

Eunha kneels down next to SinB and puts her hands between SinB's legs, both from the front and the back. You wish you could see exactly what she's doing, because SinB's sharp breaths are all you need to know that Eunha's doing something very right. "I see you're already having a good time. Did you know you wanted to be bossed around so bad?"

SinB shakes her head, biting her lips together. Her hand clenches tightly around your cock, but you figure this is not the time to stop her, so you wince and bear with it.

"Oh yes, of course. You want more of it?"

"Uh-huh," SinB manages to gasp out. She never really struck you as the type, but here she was, acting all submissive to the woman who had never revealed so much as a dominant bone in her body until today.

"Then suck his cock... and," you can't hear the rest of what Eunha says, as she draws in close to SinB's ear and whispers the rest, ending with a languid lick of SinB's earlobe.

As soon as Eunha pulls away and goes back to her seat on the couch, SinB dives onto your dick, wildly sucking the first few inches. You go to put a hand on top of her head, but stop when Eunha shouts, "Hey! No touching. Your part comes later. Just tell her when you're cumming." You put your hands behind your back, grabbing your wrists to help beat the temptation.

This goes on, and on, and on. At one point, you can't help but wonder if SinB's jaw is going to get sore, but eventually the pleasure overtakes that thought, your legs shake, and you find yourself gasping, "I'm... c-close." And just as suddenly as she started, SinB stops, backing away until you're a few feet apart.

"I think that's about as close as SinB got on your mouth."

You're about to object, but think better of it.

"SinB, come sit here and lean back." Eunha pats the couch next to her. SinB does as she says, slouching deeply into the cushions. Eunha grabs one of her legs and pulls it open, revealing SinB's completely drenched pussy to you. SinB moves her other leg as well, and she gives you a look you think would be best described as nervous desire. If you had a mirror, you're sure you'd see the same expression on your face too.

"So, you want to fuck her. I know you do, so do it. Look how wet she is, how easy it's going to be. She's going to love it too," Eunha directs the rest toward SinB, "right? You're ready for this dick to give you pleasure?"

SinB nods, "I do wan-- I am, yeah."

Eunha leans over her, putting them face to face. She wags her hand at you to indicate you should come over, and you catch her drift. "You want something? You want yourself spread open around it? You want it rubbing against every last bit of you? Soft and hard all at once? Gentle? Rough? How do you want it?"

You kneel between SinB's spread legs, and you get into position, still unsure Eunha wants you to continue. "H-hard. I mean, gentle, uh--"

"You want it the way I say you want it."

In rapid succession, Eunha looks back to see that your dick is hovering right in front of SinB's pussy, grabs you by the ass, and pulls you hard. Both you and SinB gasp at the sudden, full penetration.

"And so do you," Eunha says, locking eyes with you, "Stay deep, move slow."

Following her instruction is easier said than done. The grip she has on your ass cheek and the onset of weakness in your legs from the rush of pleasure hold your focus. But even so, you manage to pull back a bit and then move forward again, and back, and forward.

It's a slow pace. You can't move far, and Eunha's hand ensures you don't break with the rhythm. Your instincts tell you that you should speed up. You're tingling all over your body, packed with whatever primal force urges you on. But this tiny, soft, bleach-blonde woman holds your gaze with hers, threatening you not to break her rules, and it's working.

"You like this?" Eunha asks in a forceful tone. You manage a nod. "You like her?" she asks. You nod again, a little more vigorously this time. "You want to kiss her?" she asks, raising her eyebrows as if prompting your answer, as if you needed it.

You look past Eunha at SinB's slowly shifting body. She's at least a little pink all over, as if she's got a fever. Her hips to her subtle abs to her breasts to her gaping and slightly smiling mouth and finally to her eyes, half shut and looking back at you. You nod one last time and start leaning down, but Eunha's hand shoots up, holding you back by the chest. "Keep going," she says. Then, turning back to SinB, she starts another line of questions. "You like this?" to which SinB groans out a "Yes." Eunha puts a palm on SinB's cheek. "You like him?" she asks. "Y-- fuck... yes," comes the staggered reply. "And you? You want to kiss him?" she asks. SinB barely gets out an "Mhm."

Eunha drops lower to SinB's face, until from your perspective, it looks like they're close enough to be touching lips to lips. "Lucky you then. You can kiss him. You can fuck him whenever you want. But don't forget: He's mine... And so are you."

There's a muffled cry from SinB that quickly turns into a quiet moan. Eunha's hands hold her still as they make out. SinB's hands shakily make their way up like they're going to wrap around Eunha, but Eunha breaks away suddenly, and she half gets off the couch to press her face against yours. Just like SinB, you make a startled noise that quickly becomes an accepting hum as her tongue invades your mouth. And as soon as it starts, she pulls away, leaving you impossibly unsated.

"Keep it slow. Kiss her. Make her cum," Eunha commands, moving completely out of the way.

Without a second thought, you drop down. SinB's arms and her legs immediately wrap around you and squeeze tight as your mouths meet. Your lips are inseparable. Even breathing becomes a vague afterthought.

SinB's pussy clenches down on you like a vice. Her nails rake across your back as they try to find somewhere to desperately hang on. It seems like most of the work has already been done to accomplish the last of Eunha's instructions, to make her cum. You're thankful for that, as you're only seconds away from it yourself. Eunha whispers one last word into your ears, each syllable drawn out, "In... side..."

Your whole body seizes up and stiffens. SinB's pulses with heat. You both effectively scream into each others' mouths and cum in what must be the closest thing to truly simultaneous orgasms there has ever been. You swear you feel your heart pounding against SinB's chest, and hers against yours.

When you eventually manage to relax, it's because you're completely spent, exhausted. You don't pull out of SinB so much as you fall out, collapsing to the floor where you're greeted by none other than Eunha's bare foot pushing you by the chest onto your back.

There are a few thudding noises as SinB's limbs all fall down as well. She must be feeling the same lifelessness you are. You can hear her gasping for breath.

"I'd say that went pretty well," Eunha says, standing up and over you. You'd be staring up her skirt if your eyes could focus. "I'm going to get into my pajamas. Don't start the next movie without me."

"O-okay," you croak.

Once Eunha's gone, you gather up enough strength again to pull yourself up into a sitting position and watch as SinB struggles to do the same. Your mixed cum pours out of her like water from a faucet.

"I could," she says between gulps of air, "I mean, we could... definitely... fuuuck... do that again... sometime?" You laugh, though it sounds more like a wheeze, "Yup, we could. If we don't die from this."

"That's a... yeah, I get that..."

The two of you gradually catch your breaths. By the time you do, Eunha has returned. She sets down a few more beers and throws a roll of paper towels at you. You figure you know what it's for, and break a few sheets off to start shamefully cleaning up the pool of cum and sweat that will most likely leave a stain on the couch. SinB weakly makes her way around the room, gathering up clothes and piling yours up near you.

As you work, Eunha sits on the coffee table, flipping her way through SinB's movie basket. Apparently she's just going to pick the next one herself.

"By the way," Eunha says, munching on a piece of popcorn, "Seeing as you said you liked my performance today, were you able to tell who collaborated on it with me?"

You blink and stare straight ahead for a moment. Your mind is still a little roughed up from the literally mind-blowing sex that you just experienced, so you feel a bit unprepared for such an unrelated question.

Even so, you have been thinking for a while, particularly during rehearsals you hung out at, that Eunha's solo sounded like it had a mixed style. Who was it you were thinking of again? We're in the last stretch of this story now! It's time for me to start planning for the next one! So while this vote doesn't affect this story, it will control the next one! We'll take care of more details later, but here are your base options. Options for Part 8: (Picked:) You recognize that optimized sound anywhere. It felt a little bit like that SM group, Red Velvet. Yeah, there was some metal influence in there, right? Was it someone from Dreamcatcher Company? Cube. Definitely Cube. But super unique, kind of like it was written by an idol... Idol? Idle? G-Idle?

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“Yeah, it kind of sounded like an SM tune,” you say with a little bit of uncertainty.

Eunha smiles. You had all but forgotten what that looked like in the last few hours. It’s a welcome sight.

“Sure did,” she practically chirps, “You guys can’t tell anyone about this, but the melody was written by Wendy.”

A half-dressed SinB gives her a shocked look. “Wendy? When did she get into composing?”

“She has been for a while now. Apparently LSM isn’t on board with letting her talk about it openly yet, and you know how that goes.”

SinB flattens her lips and raises her eyebrows. It seems there’s some sort of knowledge these two plan to keep secret. You think to yourself that you’ll need to do some investigating later on to check it out. After all, you’re decent friends with a few members of Red Velvet. [Next story confirmed]

“SinB, did you already watch ‘Don’t Look in the Basement?’ I could have sworn I put it in here.”

Eunha put the horror movie in the basket? Well that puts you at one for one on the movies you picked out. “I pulled that out actually,” you point out where you set the case on top of the DVD player.

“Ah shit,” SinB whines, “Do we have to watch a scary movie? I’m… still recovering.”

“Yup! This and the teokbokki and we’ll call ourselves even, okay? And besides, we’ll keep you safe from the big bad basement monster.”

SinB just scowls and puts her shirt back on.

Eunha grabs you by the shoulder and pulls you in close to whisper in your ear, “And for you, part of getting back to being even involves you spending the night with me tomorrow and doing everything I tell you to.”

Once you’re dressed as well (thankfully without having to work around a cage this time), the three of you make your way to the couch again. Eunha grabs and arranges you so that you and her are sitting on either side of SinB. She picks up the remote and flips the movie on. It’s an old film, and the dramatic music is undercut by how tame it sounds to your modern tastes.

Even so, SinB seems completely terrified throughout the viewing, pulling her knees up to her chest, covering her eyes, and screaming every so often. You and Eunha hug her each time, considering neither of you even find the movie very frightening at all. In fact, you find it to be a very interesting commentary on the treatment of the mentally ill... until it ends up being pretty dumb overall. Frankly, it’s disappointing. But watching it with the right people certainly makes up for it.

The movie ends and Eunha yawns, “Phew! You know what? I didn’t realize how exhausted I was. I’m actually going to go to bed.”

You go to stand up and follow her almost automatically, but she puts a hand on your shoulder to push you back down. “Why don’t you guys watch another movie? Maybe not a comedy or an action so you don’t wake me up, okay?”

You’re not about to argue with her, and it seems SinB doesn’t have a problem either. Eunha walks away and you all wish each other good night.

“So, uh,” SinB says quietly once you hear the bedroom door close, “Are you still processing what just happened, or is it just me?”

“I think I’m doing alright. It’s not what I expected to happen, like at all, but somehow it felt like I should have expected it anyway. How about you? That wasn’t too bad for you, was it?”

SinB waves her hands in front of her face, “Oh, fuck no. I don’t think I can describe how into that I was.”

You chuckle in an attempt not to show how prideful you feel in this moment.

“I’m a little upset,” she continues, “about why it all went down like that, but I wouldn’t have had the fucking courage to ask for it in the first place. So, you know.”

“The courage?” you ask as you put an arm around her shoulder. She smiles warmly and leans into the half hug. “I guess I can picture you being afraid now that I’ve experienced you watching a horror movie, but you never struck me as the type to be afraid before.”

SinB slaps your arm. “Shut up, man. I was just always afraid you’d say no. I’m afraid of that with everyone.”

“You’re one of the most famous girls in the country, and you’re afraid of rejection?”

“You know what the fuck I mean. It doesn’t matter if I’ve got money or fame now. Being loved by a whole ton of people is different from a single person I give a shit about.”

You laugh, but decide not to press your luck by chiding her for not giving a shit about her fans. “Yeah, I guess so. I don’t think you need to be scared though. Just come with me to The Lounge sometime. I’ll wingman for you.”

SinB shrugs, digging her shoulder into your side for a second. “Thanks, but I don’t think I can quite do that. It’s just not my style. Can I like, just ask to fuck you every once in a while? I promise I won’t be too annoying about it.”

“Any time at all! I’m at your service.”

“But we can also just hang out? If you’re not busy?”

“Totally. You’ve got a few dozen movies left in that basket. I can at least stick around for those. There are some good ones in there.”

“In that case,” SinB kicks off the couch and grabs the basket, dropping several of the DVDs onto the coffee table, “one more before you go home?”

Hey @everyone . You know what I hate? Black Friday, Cyber Monday, and all the bullshit around them. They make my life hell! But having said that, I’ve started outlining for the next story. The deadline for THIS vote is going to be 12/4 at 12:00 UTC, and Part 10 will wind down the Movie Night story and will reveal the unlocked storylines. Options for Part 9: 1. “Sure! Let’s just turn the volume down for an action movie.” 2. (Picked:) “Yeah, how about a romantic drama this time?” 3. “Only if we can watch the documentary about astrophysics.” 4. “Nah, I’ve got to get to bed!”

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"Yeah, how about a romantic drama this time?"

SinB grins, "Oh man, the bitch is going soft on me?"

You cover your mouth in sarcastic shock. "How dare you! I'll have you know I'm still hard as a rock."

The two of you chuckle as SinB pulls a movie out of the basket. "Have you seen... 'A Short Weekend To Remember?'"

"Can't say I have," you say, cocking an eyebrow at the cheesy cover art, "but I'll take it."

No time is wasted getting the DVD in the machine and getting back on the couch. Without so much as a pause, SinB presses herself against your side and nudges your arm with her head. You oblige her neediness and put your arm back around her, pulling her in close for a warm cuddle as the movie starts with a woman's voiceover.

"I never thought I would meet the man of my dreams between overtime hours, covered in flour, but stranger things have happened," the disembodied voice starts.

You expect a snarky joke from SinB, but when you look down to see if she's got anything to say, you see her eyes are already closed softly, as if she's drifting off to sleep.

"Feeling a little tired there?"

She answers you with a yawn, "Shut up. I'm not sleepy, you are."

You snort and she opens her eyes long enough to give you a mischevious look. "You do make a good pillow though," she says, closing her eyes again.

Cautiously, you lift up a hand to stroke her hair. She hums pleasantly, so you figure you're safe and keep going.

Not even ten minutes into the movie, barely after the protagonist and the romantic interest make plans for their first date, you hear a tiny snore come out of SinB's nose. It's so adorable you can't bring yourself to move much, and just manage to slouch enough that you can rest a bit yourself.

You did just survive your first sexual encounter with SinB, directed by an angry Eunha, after all. You deserve a break...

The next thing you know, you're woken up by the sound of a flushing toilet and Yerin's heavy, unstably drunk footfalls.

It's a bit of a blur, almost like a dream. You watch SinB sitting up, hands on your chest, scrunching her eyes tightly. She fumbles for the TV remote and flips it off as credits fly by. You're pulled up by the arm and you follow SinB to the hallway, where she reaches up to the wall and you find yourself in pitch blackness. Even so, you feel the tug on your arm, encouraging you further.

You hear the sound of a door closing, and of a solid thump. You feel a rush of air past your face and then the softness of a bed, or more likely a pillow. And you feel your arms pulled around SinB as if you're her blanket.

You can't think of anything to say in your groggy state, but you're pretty sure you're in a good place, SinB's back fully pushed up against your back, as you drift back into sleep.

All things considered, it's been an alright night.

THE END

~~~~~

Post-story notes:

So! It's the end of Movie Night. Thanks for hanging with me for this one. The next story is for this tiny little group you probably haven't ever heard of, Red Velvet. Don't forget to check the foreword of this story for the link to the Discord server where you can vote on all this junk!

Storyline unlocks (whenever these characters are involved in future stories, they'll have these specific traits): [SinB - Wholesome friendship, but with benefits] [Eunha - Dom for reader and/or SinB]

Fun facts about unpicked options: Part 2. Main vote option 3 would have resulted in no friendship with SinB, and the story title obviously would not have been "Movie Night", even though sex would have still happened. I didn't even have a story title in mind until this vote ended.

Part 3. Voting for Comedy would make Eunha kick you out of the dorm (for the same reason laughing at her in the previous story would have caused a worse turnout).

Part 3. Voting for Documentary would have caused Umji to come home. No particular reason, but she would have been proud of you for educating yourself. I did NOT have plans for any of the options to make Sowon or Yuju to come home though. During this story, Yuju was at her parents' house recovering from the flu, and Sowon was spending the night with her favorite car mechanic (not to pay for the van repairs, but because they're having a fling! I might write a small short story about that sometime).

Part 5. Asking about the Eunha's boyfriend comment would lock out sex options with SinB permanently. I tried to tempt you in, but nice dodge on that one.

Part 6. The QUICK VOTE here was related to the lore of the Gfriend music videos. The blue butterfly represented Eunha wanting to maintain her friendships, while the white circle (glass bead) represented Eunha's desire for all the control/power. So the butterfly meant she would make the best of the situation, while the glass bead meant she would have gotten jealous and started a fight. It would have turned out okay in the end, but it could have been scary!

Part 6. Using your fingers instead of your tongue would result in Eunha not knowing you and SinB were doing anything, since SinB wouldn't have had to get dressed to hide it.

Part 7. Blaming yourself was obviously the best option as far as getting a "good ending," BUT I added the option to blame Yerin at the last second because I thought it would be funny. When it started getting votes, I got super nervous because I had NO PLAN WHATSOEVER for that option. Thanks for not calling my bluff on that one guys, lol.

Part 8. The story was originally going to only have 9 parts, and Part 9's vote was going to be the last one. I split them apart because I was stressed about work and wanted to post something. So I kind of improvised the options for Part 8, but it still resulted in knowing how to prepare for the next story, so I don't feel too bad about it.

Part 9. Voting for the documentary would have again caused Umji to come home, but this time she would have been disappointed in you for falling asleep during an educational film in Part 10.

[thelastdrop]

Festival 3: Past

Blackpink Jisoo x Male Reader

5207 words

Categories: smut

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“… and that is why we would like to continue to aggressively pursue the use of your company’s electronics while we work to build more advanced models. Thank you.”

The words came into your right ear as your translator spoke into a small microphone they were given.

As the older Korean businessman finishes his presentation with a bow, you look over at Mr. Hegstad, the Vice President of your company, and see he’s begun to gather his belongings. You quickly followed his lead and gathered up all the papers that had been handed out during the meeting and tried to organize them quickly so you didn’t get left behind.

“Piglet don’t forget to take your earpiece out and give it back to our translator,” Mr. Hegstad said, “Having to replace those is a pain in the ass.”

“Yes, sir.” you replied.

‘Piglet’ a nickname that had been graciously given to you by Mr. Hegstad. Even though he was only five years older than you he was already VP of your company. Climbing the corporate ladder at such an astounding rate made him the envy of a lot of different corporations, who were seeking young executives they could start grooming to take over as the next CEO of their respective companies.

You took out your earpiece and placed it in the white bin labeled with some Korean characters and the word ‘EARPIECE’ below it in big black bold letters. As you looked up, you saw that Mr. Hegstad was already out the door of the conference room. Quickly shoving the documents inside your bag, you slung it across your body and squeezed your way through the crowd exiting the room.

Mr. Hegstad still had his head facing forward as you finally emerged on the other side of the door, giving you hope that he hadn't noticed your absence by his side yet. Sprinting after him, you brought yourself to a leisurely walk as you got closer.

“Glad you finally caught up Piglet,” he chuckles, “Thought I’d have to leave you behind.”

“Sorry for worrying you, Mr. Hegstad,” you sighed in defeat.

“Aw c'mon now you know I wouldn’t have actually left you alone in a country you don’t know, right? And for the love of god when it’s just you and me call me John,” he said, as he threw his arm over your shoulder. “I’m barely older than you and having you of all people call me Mr. Hegstad makes me feel way older than I am.”

“I’ll try my best,” you answered.

“That’s the spirit!” he exclaimed as he gave your chest a firm slap, “Now pleeeeeeease tell me we’re done for the day.”

You pulled out your phone and checked the detailed schedule Mr. Hegstad’s secretary gave to you before coming to South Korea.

—

When your boss called you into his office in the middle of the workday a few weeks ago you were worried you’d messed something up pretty bad. As he began to tell you of the opportunity you were being offered you weren’t sure if he was serious. You were chosen by the higher ups to accompany the VP of your company on a month long business trip to South Korea to act as his do-it-all man. It had only been six months since you started working here and you didn’t know what to say.

“But, why me? I don’t even speak Korean?” you asked dumbfounded.

“This is a position that’s given out every year.” your boss began, “Every year our company sends one of the executives to South Korea in order to talk about the following years business deals with the multiple companies we work with there.”

While you processed what he was saying to you, you couldn’t tell if this was a dream or not. As you tried to wrap your head around it, living in South Korea for a whole month seemed wild to you. You don’t know the first thing about South Korea: the food, the language, the culture. Just then you're brought back into the moment as your boss continues.

“Now this isn’t an easy job,” he waned in a serious tone, “but it can prove to be a great starting point for your future at the company. Those who do a good job and earn the respect of the executive they travel with swiftly rise the ranks here. Mr. Hegstad was given that opportunity 4 years ago and look at where he is now. It also didn’t hurt that he went with the current CEO of the company.”

“I’ll take it!” you blurted out.

“Oh ho ho, an eager one I see,” he laughed, “well I hope you don’t end up regretting it. People who don’t do a good job end up with a much harder battle when looking for promotions.” He gestured out to an older man in his late 30s early 40s with the same job title as you.

“I-I won’t,” you stuttered out.

Over the next several weeks you would meet with Mr. Hegstad’s secretary and learn as much as you could about him. What he liked to drink after a long day's work, what his favorite snack was, what he liked to do to relax, even which side of the car he prefered to sit on. Anything and everything you could try and memorize you did, you also took sometime to look up some basic things about South Korea so you wouldn’t make a complete fool of yourself when you got there.

The day before you leave you met one last time with his secretary who gave you the itinerary for your trip. Every day laid out with the meetings, lunches, and dinners Mr. Hegstad was going to have while you were there. As you turned away from her desk to leave for the day, she wished you good luck with a smile.

—

“So are we done?” Mr. Hegstad asked again as you approached the elevator doors.

You locked your phone and put it back into your pocket, turning to him you said the three words he wanted to hear more than any other three words right now, “Yes, we’re done.”

He collapsed to his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Oh thank you, thank you sweet merciful god,” he said as he fake wept into your stomach.

“Si-Sir please get up, people are staring,” you said as you pull on the collar of his jacket to no avail. The elevator doors opened, luckily, with no one inside.

“Mr. Hegstad, please the elevator is here.” Once again you were only met with more fake weeping. You reached out and stuck your hand in the elevator to hold the doors open.

“JOHN!” you say loudly causing him to look up at you with puppy dog eyes. You motion toward the elevator, seeing that it had arrived he slowly rose to his feet giving you a pat on the shoulder as he entered the elevator. You rolled your eyes and then bowed to the crowd in an apologetic manner as you followed John onto the elevator.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” John let out a sigh as he stretched his arms upwards, “So what are we doing tonight? This is the first night I've been free since we both got here so why don’t we go and do something fun?”

“I don’t know if I have it in me, s- I mean John.”

A grin spreads across his face as he heard you say his name, “Come on Piglet you spend most of your nights working so hard. Just take one night off and come drinking with me. I promise I won’t drag you to any clubs.”

You let out a long sigh knowing no matter how much you tried you weren’t getting out of this one. Looking at your watch and seeing that it was nearly 7 you knew you had to put your foot down.

“Fine, but only ONE beer then I have to get back to our hotel and get your documents in order for your day tomorrow.”

The doors to the elevator opened and you both began walking toward the entrance of the building where your car was waiting.

“Hey if that’s all I can get outta you Piglet then I’ll take it,” John said with a satisfied look on his face.

After returning to the hotel and getting changed you heard a knock on your door.

“Ohhhhh Piglet your best buddy is here to take you out for some fuuuuuun,” you heard John yelling behind the door to your room.

You opened the door and saw John in a very casual outfit. He was wearing a white shirt with a jean jacket over the top and a necklace with some kind of pendant on it hanging into his chest. That accompanied with the dark jeans he had on, gave you the sense that you were not dressed well enough to be seen with him.

“Heeeeyyyaaaah, what are you wearing?” he hasped with a horrified look on his face. “Nope nope nope you’re not going out like that. How are you going to end up with a girl tonight looking like that?”

“Ending up with a girl tonight?” you said confused as he brushed by you entering your room, “I thought I told you one beer and then I need to come back here and get ready for your day tomorrow.”

He started going through your closet and looking at the clothes you brought on the trip. “Yeah yeah, I know what you said,” he peeked his head out and looked at you, “but you need to learn how to live a little. You’re always so serious and I’m gonna make sure you get to unwind tonight.”

John dove back into your closet making various noises as he looked through your wardrobe. Some in disgust, some in indifference, and very few times in surprise at your choices, which you weren’t able to tell is a good or bad thing. Finally he came out with a handful of clothes and a pair of brown loafers.

He looked at you and then back at the clothes impatiently, “Well hurry up and change! Come on Piglet we’re losing time here!” He shouted at you.

You quickly picked up the clothes and headed into the bathroom. After you changed into your new outfit, you looked at yourself in the mirror. John had picked out a white short sleeve button up that had tiny dark blue dots on it and some dark gray pants. As you walked back out of the bathroom and into the room John gave you a curious look, like he was trying to understand a piece of artwork.

“Ah, I’ve got it,” he said as he rushed over to you. He then rolled your sleeves up until they were just below your shoulders and your pant legs up to show your ankles. He took a step back and looked upon his creation once more. He put all of his fingers to his mouth and gave a chef's kiss.

“Perfect, you’re definitely getting laid tonight,” he said with a wink as he walked beside you and put his arm on your shoulder, spinning you around so you were both linked up as you left your room.

Once you’re out of the hotel you both began walking, John vigilantly looked for a place where you two could have a good night. You passed a lot of places that seemed more than fitting for what you were looking to get out of the night.

“This is the place,” John blurted out, taking a hard left while he grabbed your sleeve and pulled you in with him. As you stepped into the bar, it looked like you stepped into another dimension.

Stepping off from the busy streets of Seoul, you were now in a quiet bar with light music playing. The all wooden interior gave you a very warm and comfortable feeling. The simplistic designs made into the woodwork on the ceiling and walls counteracted the curved support beams that sprang up from the floor and into the ceiling. There were two levels both with similar seating arrangements from what you could tell, a mixture of granite hightops and tables with the same red felt chairs at every location. The last thing that stood out was the long granite bar that stretched along the entire wall on the lower level.

John looked for some kind of staff and started talking to them in Korean.

“They said we can sit wherever we want and someone will come around to get our drink orders,” John relayed to you, “Let’s grab that open table right there.”

As you both sat down at the table you took a look around at the individuals in the bar. It seemed like a younger crowd, all of them around the same ages of you and John. John caught you looking and slapped you on the arm.

“See anyone you like Piglet?”

“Why do you call me that?”

“What? Piglet?” he teased before letting out a chuckle as you nodded back at him. “Well the first time I walked by where you work I saw you had a little Piglet plushie on your desk, and since I’m horrible at remembering new employees names I just called you Piglet and it stuck with me.”

“But can’t you just call me by my first name at this point,” you complained in an annoyed manner, “I mean, you’re making me call you by your first name.”

“No can do Piglet. You are locked in my brain as Piglet now and so shall you forever be called,” Josh said in a medieval-esque voice.

You let out a long sigh as a waitress approached your table. John took over and ordered both of your drinks. You both had small talk about what it had been like here so far, you asked John how about his experiences on this trip when he was where you were, and you both just passed the time having a good chat.

As you tipped your glass back for one final swig of the dark beer that was left in it you are stopped before the liquid can touch your lips. One of the most stunning women you had ever laid your eyes on had just walked into the bar. She had long black hair that fell down past her chest. She was wearing a slightly oversized all white button up with only her 3rd and 4th button being used revealing what looked to be a black crop top that stopped before her skirt began giving you a glimpse of her midriff. A black, dark gray and light gray plaid almost see through skirt was fashioned around her waist.

John seeing you stuck in place followed your line of sight and saw who you were staring at.

“Bingo,” he said as he rose from his seat making his way to where the woman was walking.

“Wait, John, no there’s no way I can talk to her,” you pleaded as you reached for his arm as he walked away, “I don’t even know Korean.”

“Stop worrying so much.” he teased, “It’s going to be a lot more embarrassing if I have to point you out to her than if you make the first move.” John said as he turned and continued walking toward the woman as she took a seat at the bar.

You debated whether you should just leave quickly and head back to the hotel or try and beat John to the woman. After only a couple seconds of deliberation, you quickly sprang out of your chair and rushed past John as you filled the seat next to the Korean woman.

“H-Hi,” you stuttered out. “Hello,” she responds with a Korean accent. Not knowing what to say you just sat there and stared at the beautiful woman in front of you. After a few moments that seemed like an eternity you felt something heavy crash around your shoulder. You looked over to see John standing above you, he gave you a wink before he talked with her in korean

You just sat there and smiled awkwardly while they talked. The only thing that you were able to pick out of the conversation is one word, Piglet. As soon as the word is mentioned you see her look at you and then back to John, she then pointed at you and said something you would think meant “Him?”. She then covered her mouth and began laughing while John did the same. Once the laughter died down and you sat there red in the face, John took his arm off your shoulder and leaned down into your ear.

“I’m leaving. Her name is Jisoo. Good luck Piglet.” he whispered and then rose back up and said goodbye to the two of you. As you watched him exit the bar you heard her sweet voice once more.

“So… Piglet.” she said.

“Well, um, you see he-” but your stammering is cut off by one word.

“Cute” she said with a smile as she looked you in the eyes.

All of the fear and embarrassment you had felt were washed away with one simple word that came out of this angel sitting before you. You felt as if all of the stress from the trip so far had melted away, leaving you in a complete state of relaxation.

“Yeah…,” you said, “cute.”

She nodded in affirmation.

“So… Jisoo, right?”

“Yes,” she answered back with a little bounce.

“Do you speak English a lot?” you asked.

“No… but I… learn for my job,” she said, proud of herself for finishing her sentence. “So we can… speak to make easier.”

“Okay.” you said as an uncontrollable grin wipes across your face causing Jisoo’s face to mimic your own.

For the next hour or longer you both sat together, talking as best you could about anything. You both began to get more comfortable around one another and finally Jisoo put her hand on top of yours and looked deep into your eyes.

“You… me… go to room together?”

“Yes.”

—

As soon as you stepped through the threshold of your hotel room, you were both on top of each other. Jisoo had pushed you back against the door causing it to close with a loud clack. She pushed her soft lips on yours surprising you at first, but you quickly recovered matching her movements. As you moved your hands through her open shirt to her exposed lower back, you pulled her deeper into you as you kissed. The feeling of her lips moving against yours was nothing short of spectacular, but you craved more. You pushed your tongue against her lips, looking for permission to access the warm, wet area behind them. When her lips parted an equally enthusiastic tongue darted out and began massaging your own. Trying to taste as much of her as you could you forced your tongue into her mouth. After several minutes of this back and forth, you pulled away gasping for air. A single string of saliva kept you two connected.

Your hands swiftly came around and worked at the two buttons holding her loose shirt in place as you began to walk her out of the short entrance hallway and into your room. She then began frantically doing the same to you shirt trying to be careful while walking backwards. As you finished her second button you pushed her shirt down over her shoulders trapping her arms against her body. She strained against your hold wanting to continue her objective and remove your shirt, only making it about half way down before you took control. You stood there at the precipice of your room using all your strength to hold her arms at her sides while trying not to rip the thin shirt.

Staring into her eyes you could see only one thing in them, lust. Pure lust. A wanting for you, a needing for you to do whatever you wanted to her. She was totally and completely yours for however long you would have her. You dove back into her capturing her lips once more, releasing the hold you had on her arms in the process. She moved quickly, taking her wrinkled shirt off and throwing it across the room as it left her body. Once again your slow march toward the bed began as your tongues battled for dominance. Your attention turned to your own shirt undoing the remaining button’s Jisoo failed to reach. Jisoo suddenly broke the kiss as she fell backwards onto your bed, her limbs sprawled out across its surface. The picture of this gorgeous Korean woman laid out across your white sheets looked like something the gods had intended to make a reality the moment she was born.

You slowly began to crawl over the top of her body, moving your face closer and closer to her own until your lips were inches apart. Jisoo lunged forward taking your lips once again and throwing her arms around your back, lightly digging her nails into it. This embrace was short lived as you began to trail kisses down her neck to her shoulder. With one hand you grabbed the small black crop top that was the only thing between you and her breasts. Jisoo moved to help you arching her back off the bed giving you the access you required. Leaning back, you grabbed the shirt and pulled it over her head as she stretched her arms upwards along the bed.

With her back still arched you moved down and took her erect nipple into your mouth, eliciting a moan out of the woman beneath you. Swirling your tongue around it in circles you massaged it, as you moved your other hand up her body capturing the ample tit in your palm. You began working it, squeezing it trying to earn more moans and gasps out of Jisoo. Pinching her left nipple between your fingers and biting down on her earned a deep moan from her. Liking what you heard you switched positions and repeated the process.

Feeling satisfied with the work you had done you once again began training kisses down her tight stomach. Inching closer to the waist line of her skirt you reached and seized it with your hands and began pulling it down giving you even more skin to worship. The trail of kissing continued down her stomach stopping at her navel giving it a kiss, earning a small giggle out of Jisoo. Your fingers gripped her panties signaling you to bring yourself up. As you brought yourself up onto one knee on the edge of the bed Jisoo closed her legs together allowing you to remove her two remaining articles of clothing.

As they slid off you got a good view of just how thick and meaty her thighs actually were. Staring at them as they parted giving you a clear view of her clean shaven slit caused your dick to strain against its pants. You put your hands under those thick thighs and lifted her up off the bed and pushed her further back so you could lie down as you approached her wet lips. Without warning you dove deep into her wet cavern, your tongue exploring as far as it could go. Her hands instantaneously started running through your hair trying to grasp as much of it as she could letting out a pleasured moan.

“Feels… so good…” Jisoo moaned.

Your assault continues as Jisoo tries to pull you deeper into her, waking to feel herself more full. As you hear her breathing start becoming labored you latch onto her clit and suck on it harshly. Jisoo’s thighs clamp around your head as she curls up into a ball and rolls on her side.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she chanted before she rolled back to her previous position and went rigid.

Jisoo’s sweet honey leaked out of her and coated your chin. You hungrily began to lap up as much of the liquid as you could. As you lifted your face from between her legs you watched as Jisoo’s chest rose and fell in rhythm with her breathing. She extended her arms outwards towards you.

“Come here,” she gasped between breaths.

She embraced you with another sloppy kiss as she tried to lick up her juice that covered your face. As you move up, your erect cock, still trapped in your pants, rubbed up against Jisoo’s crotch. A hum escaped her lips and she pushed her hips against yours. You broke the kiss and matched her moan with a much lower one of your own as you started humping into her, soaking the outside of your pants.

You looked down her body and watched as her abs flexed and relaxed with each movement of her hips, sending even more blood to your throbbing member. Jisoo grabbed your chin and made you lock eyes.

“Want inside.”

“Me too,” you responded to her breathlessly.

Immediately you rose to your feet and pulled your pants and briefs off and tossed them to the side. At the sight of you dick standing proud before her Jisoo bit down on her index finger. You lined your cock up above her slit and slowly pushed it inside making the two of you groan and moan in unison. You were able to slide it with relative ease but her tightness around your cock made the pleasure rise to an entirely different level.

Her walls clamped around your shaft, gripping it tightly as you settled into the sensations that were flowing through you. Grabbing handfuls of her thighs you pushed deeper feeling that same incredible tightness as it engulfed your whole dick.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” you growled.

“Y-you are so big. Do not stop.” Jisoo moaned.

You drew your hips back and pushed them forward and a slow and steady pace, wanting Jisoo to get used to your size. She began moaning at your motions moving her body to match your movements.

“Harder,” she let out breathlessly as you looked at her.

You upped your pace and chased after the satisfaction that you both craved. Jisoo’s moans grew much louder as your dick continuously hit her g-spot. It wasn’t long before her legs started shaking from the intense pleasure she was feeling.

Liking the reaction you were getting you increased your pace again, pistoning your dick in and out of her wet pussy. Her warm walls contracted against you as you mercilessly pounded this woman into the bed. You leaned down placing your arms on the side of her head and captured her lips. She continued moaning into your mouth, but you felt safer knowing you that no one would come in and interrupt what you two were doing.

Jisoo moved her arms under yours and dug her nails into your back. Wincing at the pain, but loving the feeling you did not stop thrusting in and out of her cunt. Her legs snaked around you, keeping you in place and not allowing you to leave.

“Please… do not stop,” Jisoo whispered out to you between her moans.

Feeling her reaching another climax you reached your hand down and found her clit. Almost as soon as you put pressure on it Jisoo’s eyes rolled back into her head. More and more liquids seeped out of her as you slowed your strokes as she began coming down. Both of you breathing heavily for a couple of seconds trying to regain yourselves.

As Jisoo looked at you a very satisfied smile came across her face, causing you to do the same.

“We… switch?” she asked between her breaths still smiling at you.

As if on cue you flipped your positions, Jisoo now sitting on top of your groin, your dick still completely inside her. Without a moment of hesitation Jisoo placed her hands on your chest and began riding you almost animalistically. She knew what she wanted and how to get it and chased after it as hard as she possibly could.

“Holy shit Jisoo,” you groaned as your dick was experiencing what felt like an undiscovered pleasure.

All you could manage was to move your hands to her hips as she rode you violently. After a few minutes of this she finally began slowing down. Upon seeing this opening you planted your feet firmly into the mattress and fucked up into her.

“Oooh my GOD!” Jisoo yelled as she bounced on top of your relentless thrusts.

Watching her ample boobs bounce in front of you was something too enticing to ignore. You reached your hands up and grabbed them both roughly not slowing your thrusts down for a second. Another loud moan escaped Jisoo as she felt pleasure coming from multiple places on her body. The loud slaps of your groin meeting her thighs and plump ass filled the room.

You could sense that your end was quickly approaching and returned your hands to Jisoo’s hips. Sensing what was coming as your cock grew even bigger inside her, she leaned down to you and captured your lips. Wordlessly you knew what she wanted. You lasted only a few more thrust before you unloaded deep inside her. Thick ropes coated her walls as you threw her arms around her pulling her in for a deeper kiss.

This was not like the rest of the kisses you had experienced throughout the night. This was a deep and sensual kiss that had no tongue, or movement, just two pairs of lips firmly on one another. As you felt yourself soften and fall out Jisoo, she finally pulled away from you.

“That was amazing,” she said in almost perfect English.

“You were amazing.”

Jisoo smiled at you and gave you a quick peck on the lips before rolling out of bed and walking toward your bathroom.

“We clean now?” she asked you.

You quickly jumped out of bed and picked her up, making her smile and laugh, as you carried her into the bathroom.

—

You woke up the next morning to knocking on your door. You sat up quickly and looked at the watch on your nightstand. 7:41 it read. You jumped out of bed quickly and threw on some pants rushing to the door. As you undid the locks and opened it John stood before you dressed and ready for the day.

“Forget to set an alarm there Piglet,” he said looking you up and down.

“Well, uh,” was all you could let out before John looked deeper into your room and saw another figure laying on your bed still sleeping.

He chuckled to himself as he looked back at you, “Take the day off Piglet. We start again bright and early tomorrow,” he said with what you could only assume was a happy look on his face.

A/N Hope you guys liked this! After I saw Jisoo post this picture on insta I felt like I had to write something for her. This chapter is one that I feel most proud of for sure and I hope you all enjoy reading it. Like always leave a comment below with any feedback.

[anamsgith]

-= Foster =-

Anam looked down at the head of mouse brown hair hovering awkwardly between himself and Njsta. He remembered the woman from his childhood and she hadn't much changed; large and inquisitive green eyes framed by curved face paintings in a dull orange, stumpy dirty blonde ears and short cropped hair of the same shade against not-quite-caramel skin. That made the snivelling individual being pushed towards him her son.

"Please? I remember you when you were a boy, Rhes- kind and compassionate- I trust you with Kosve." She half pleaded, her smile wavering. "He is not so skilled with a bow, but he is a good cook! And he learns very quickly."

Anam's gaze drifted down towards that trembling head of hair and the overly fuzzy ears that drooped either side of it. He didn't answer Njsta just yet and instead reached out a hand to grasp Kosve by his small chin and pulled the child's face upward to look at him directly. Green eyes immediately closed.

Anam sighed. Audibly.

"I cannae, Njsta."

"Why!?" She blurted, her grip on her son's shoulders tightening.

Though his gaze was on her, Anam watched the boy in his periphery. Those fuzzy ears began to creep hopefully upwards.

"Am no takin' a boy jist tae die! Lookit 'im-" Anam swept a hand over the scrawny figure between them, "- a strong breeze'd knock him ower! And whit's he plan on 'untin' wi' his eyes borin' holes in th'flare? His aen feet!?"

Kosve's shoulders rose up and those fuzzy ears began to straighten at those words. The fur on the tips bristled.

"I'm not giving him to Sainn! The last boy that went with him I heard was left for dead. I know it is custom to test them, but Sainn is a bastard!" Njsta snapped. "Kosve will not die, he can handle himself, I have made sure of it."

"Really? An' how'd ye'd manage that?" 

Anam put his weight on one foot and crossed his arms over his leather jerkin with a soft creak. By now a small amount of Viera had gathered to watch. Some of them tried to look as if they were busy with other tasks but their hands moved too slow and their ears were trying too hard not to twist over. 

Anam rose a brow, waiting.

"The same way we taught you! With spear and bow, and how to clean and to sew, or have you been gone so long as to forget who really teaches you men how to survive?"

Njsta's words cut across the space and left silence in their wake. By the slight widening of her eyes, Anam suspected she hadn't meant to snap so, but it had been said now and her provoking expression told him she would not back down.

"I have not forgotten." Anam kept his voice low, tempered and even. "All've us know we would nae've lasted a day'd it no been fir our mithers, but... look. That's no a boy! He's as useful as a babe by th' look've 'im an th'moment I took my eyes aff 'im he'd be runnin' back tae y-"

"Shuddup."

Anam's jaw clipped shut and he had to try hard to keep the smile from creeping in. Slowly he took his gaze from Njsta to the boy before him. To the croaky- and slightly squeaky- voice that addressed him.

"Both yous. Shuddup." Kosve gave a hearty sniff and pushed his mother's arms from his shoulders, purposefully moving to make a triangle of their bodies. "I'm small, yeah, but I'm not deaf! I'm old enough! I am going and you are taking me!!"

Those scrawny little arms shook from determined anger and the grip of tiny balled fists. Kosve stared up unflinchingly at Anam now and his eyes held the same challenging flame his mother's had moments before. Only the boy had lit that fire deliberately.

The silence stretched out and eventually even the sound of tools stopped as those closest stopped to watch in earnest. Anam kept his gaze level with the boy just long enough to test that flame, to see if it would snuff out if pushed. It held. Even if Kosve did give an anxious swallow or two. Anam sighed.

"...Grab yer things."

Kosve's eyes flew so wide, Anam almost didn't catch the laugh that threatened to escape. He nodded to the boy with an expectant quirk of an eyebrow and Kosve, now stunned and bewildered, looked up to his mother. Njsta was equally as surprised but recovered much faster.

"Yes- Go! Grab your things, Kosve! Quickly!" 

She flapped her hands at him as if it would will the boy to move faster. He was already stumbling over his own feet as he raced through the village he was going so fast. As soon as he was out of sight, Njsta rounded on Anam with a wry grin and an outstretched palm.

"Ten, as was agreed," When Anam opened his mouth to object, she produced one silencing finger. "Ah! He cracked before we could use the goats."

Anam groaned but diligently reached to a small pouch that hung from his belt at his left hip. He untied it and passed it to the woman. It clacked as it landed in her palm and she spilled some of the contents out for inspection. It contained many polished and carved stones; Anam's own handiwork. They were used to commune with spirits by the women but could only be made in places the men could reach.

"I still 'hink he'd've come willingly if ye told 'im 'e was ready. All this testin' 'is mettle seems unnecessary, Neest."

"Aww, sad that you lost, Rhes? I know my boy. He is strong but only when he is given… motivation. A lot like you, once upon a time. Now you are just a pushover, eh?"

Anam's eyes narrowed but he could not retaliate. Kosve came trotting back towards them with an expression a tangle of anxiety and excitement. Anam couldn't say another word or Njsta's plan would be exposed. The devious woman had already forced her eyes to mist as she turned back to the boy. She stole him into a hug with one hand upon the back of his head, pushed him back so that she could commit his form to memory and then turned him towards Anam. The very picture of a proud mother sending her son off. Anam wished he had never let her rope him into this ridiculous plan. Her son should have just waited until the next group of men came through instead of scrambling to go with him.

"Come along, boy." 

Turning on his heel Anam began the long trek back out to his camp. The sound of smaller feet struggling to keep up slowed him down slightly.

"My name's Kosve!"

"Not anymore it's no. Tomorrow ye'll wake up someone new."

From behind the pair, Njsta's theatrical farewell sang it's way over, crying out for her son's safety and for the spirits to aid the pair.

Anam drew a deep breath and made his own, silent prayer; to never again be drawn in by a game of chance.

[jinkisbelly]

Christmas Break

 I wrote this for a friend on Twitter :3 Can be read on Ao3 and AFF as well

Pairing: Jongyu

Rating: idk pg 13 for cursing.

W/c: 5k or so.

Summary:  Jonghyun finds out Jinki plans to stay in their tiny dorm room for Christmas break and decides he's coming home with him instead.

Warnings: Slight angst in terms of Jinki losing a parent when he’s in the 8th grade, but it’s a happy overall friends to lovers Christmas fic. There might be a part two idk yet.

         The tiny fake tree sat on the top of their miniature fridge, barely a foot and a half tall, plastic ornaments dangling from small branches. The silly thing had been bought by Jonghyun on one late-night run to the convenience store on the corner down the street from the dorm building because ‘Our dorm is sad and small and very sad. We need it.’. Jinki was too enamored with the way the man’s eyes were almost glinting to think to say no. It’s hearing his roommate’s loud gasp that makes Jinki look up from the textbook in his lap, one about human lifespan development.

          He wasn’t sure what he expected to be the cause, but Jonghyun half tumbling from his own bed to scoop the small tree that was lying on its side on the floor was not it. Jonghyun’s bottom lip was jutted out, hair falling into his eyes as he raised his head again. Holding the tree with one hand he fiddled with one of the ornaments with the other, looking up with a sulky voice. “One broke.”

          Jinki blinked rapidly, unsure of how to approach and not understanding why a broken plastic ornament on a five-dollar tree they bought between the energy shots and the packs of gum by the cash register was causing such a negative emotion. “Flip it around. No one will see it.”

          Jonghyun finally looked up from the broken ornament held between two fingers and gives a little smile, but it falls just as quickly when he does as he’s told. Once the tree is back on the fridge he returns to his bed, picking up his own textbook, but his eyes linger on the tree. “But I know it’s there.”

          This is why Jinki is single, he doesn’t understand the mind of the gay man he supposes. It could also be the fact he never goes anywhere but classes, the library, and his dorm. Or the fact he’s been in love with his roommate since the second semester of their freshman year and now, as a junior has yet to let that be known, but those are just coincidences.

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          His backpack makes a huge thud as it lands by his dresser after he had tossed it. Toeing off his shoes and hanging up his coat on the ajar dresser door, Jinki sighs deeply. His last final was brutal and he was one step away from offering everything he had to never have to do another calculus problem in his life.

          “What are you doing?”

          “Fuck!” Jinki’s eyes snapped over across the room, at Jonghyun kneeling in front of his bed, all lingering feelings of drowsiness gone. “I didn’t see you.”

          “Yeah Yeah, I’m small.” But he was grinning, such a pretty expression if Jinki was honest. Jonghyun’s hair was damp, and he wasn’t sure if it was from a shower or a trip to the gym. Either way, it was rude. “You look like you’ve had your mind fucked up.”

          “Mm, Calc.”

          Jonghyun’s face scrunched as he made a gagging noise. “So glad I don’t have to touch that mess.”

          Flopping back onto his unmade bed, he turned his head to look at Jonghyun. “What are you doing?”

          “Getting ready for Break.” It was then Jinki noticed the open suitcase on the man’s bed, perfectly made as always. “Thought I’d get a headstart on packing so I can focus on my last final on Friday.”

          “It could be that you’re just really excited to see your Mom and Sister, though.” The soft rouge on his cheeks was enough to make Jinki sigh fondly. How dare he be cute like that.

          “Shut up,” Jonghyun grumbled, before tossing the shirt in his hands back into the tote at his feet. “Are you going to start packing?”

          “My Mom won some sort of cruise for the holidays. She’s going with her Sister. I could be alone here without the few hour drive so.” He yawned softly, smacking his mouth after it ended, and gazed at the increasingly concerned expression on Jonghyun’s face. “What?”

          “Your holiday plans are to stay here and be alone?”

          “Don’t make me sound depressing.”

          “You can’t just-” Jonghyun’s phone ringing made him pause, head whipping toward where it was on the small shelf he had by his bed. A bright smile pulled on his lips and Jinki knew it was one of two people. His suspicion was confirmed when Jonghyun happily answered. “Hey, Mom.”

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          “You aren’t busy right now?”

          “No, just packing,” He cast a soft look at his roommate lying on his bed across from him. “About to scold Jinki about his holiday plans.”

          Jinki glared at him, but with how tired the man looked the intimidation of it fell short. “ Why? What are his plans?”

          “To stay here at the dorm. Apparently, his mom is going on a cruise over the holidays.”

          Even before he can think about asking her if Jinki could come to their house for Christmas, she’s already giving him orders. “ You better bring that boy home with you.”

          “Shouldn’t I ask him if he wants to come?” Jinki’s eyes were narrowed as he turned onto his side and brought his pillow to his chest to hug. Jonghyun flashed an innocent smile before focusing on his mother’s reply.

          “ I suppose.” She scoffed lightly before continuing. “ I was calling to see when to expect you home.”

          “Friday Night. When all depends on Jinki’s answer.”

          “See you BOTH when you arrive. Love you.”

          “Love you too, Mom.” He clicked off the phone with a gentle chuckle.

          Jinki’s bed creaked slightly as he moved further up it to the rest of his pillows, cheek squished against them when Jonghyun looked at him. “I didn’t want to guilt you into inviting me to your family’s Christmas, Jonghyun. I’ll be perfectly alright spending my time here. Maybe even finish that study proposal.”

          “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, but I just want to give you the option to come. I think it’ll be fun.” Jonghyun hopped a little to get onto his bed on the stilts and grinned. “And you could bring all you need for that proposal to work on through all the family traditions.”

          Eyebrows raised, Jinki asked, “Family traditions?”

          “Yeah, like painting this year’s ornament and the snowman making contest. The winner gets this giant cookie Mom makes every year.”

          “Every year you do these?”

          “Yes!” Then he waved his hand slightly as he frowned, “Except that one year we didn’t have any snow so we couldn’t hold the contest. Decorated cookie snowmen instead.”

          Jinki hummed, most of his face covered with his hugging pillow, eyes slightly closed as he allowed himself to be swallowed by the fluff of the pillows under his head. Good gracious that’s cute, hair fluffed up in a little mess and voice grumbly as sleep pulled at him. “Do you promise to not play All I Want for Christmas is You OR Last Christmas on the drive there?”

          “I can make no such promises!”

          With a dramatic sigh, Jinki agreed. “Fine. I’ll come home with you for Christmas.”

          Jonghyun barely was able to stop himself from exclaiming in excitement. Barely.

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          Jinki leaned his head back against the headrest of the passenger seat, shifting his gaze from the snow-covered fields whipping past them outside the window, to Jonghyun who was driving. For the 5th time that night driving All I want for Christmas is You was blasting through the car speakers, but Jinki couldn’t find a reason to be frustrated with it. Last Christmas had also been in the prepared playlist a few times, but there was something rather adorable watching Jonghyun dance to the music as he sang along. Any song could play if it meant he could hear the man sing along to it. There was a reason Jinki had been to every school choir performance, and it definitely wasn’t for the social aspect.

          Jonghyun’s singing stopped, his question barely heard over the music. “What’s wrong?”

          “Hmm?”

          His gaze was still on the road, but the song was turned down, and every so often he’d flick his eyes over to look at him. “You’re staring. Is my singing that bad?”

          “Your singing is many things, but bad isn’t an adjective I’d use to describe it.” Jinki closed his eyes, feeling the slight jostle of the car as it moved over the road, the rumble of the engine, and the faint sound of the song. “I’m a little tired. You know I daze out sometimes.”

          “If you say so.”

          It wasn’t like he could tell Jonghyun he was staring because of how pretty he was, or how much he loved the way his smile could light up a whole room, or how his voice made his heart do weird flips in his chest. Well, he could, but that would make the next few weeks extremely awkward.

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          Jinki could count the number of snow days he had experienced as a child on his hands, and he was sure none of those had amassed to anything close to what was waiting for him as Jonghyun pulled into a long driveway and cut off the engine. The long sleeve shirt and hoodie he was wearing were not going to cut it he knew as soon as Jonghyun opened his door. “Oh fuck that.”

          The man let out a loud bark of a laugh before wiggling from his thick winter coat and tossing it over the middle console of the car. “Wear that Mr. ‘I don’t need a coat’.”

          “Kiss my ass.”

          His voice was muffled by the thick scarf he had wrapped around his face, but Jinki could tell Jonghyun was smiling as he spoke. “Your ass would be really cold if I did that, wouldn’t it?”

          If asked, Jinki was going to blame the red color of his cheeks and ears on the cold bitter wind.

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          Jonghyun balanced his backpack on one shoulder and his suitcase gripped in his hand as he fiddled with his keys. “Fair warning, you know how I’m a hugger?”

          A small smile quirked at Jinki’s lips as he recalled the first meeting of his roommate, holding out a hand to immediately get an armful of him. “Quite well.”

          “I get it from my mother, so,” He pushed open the door and grinned over his shoulder, ”Be prepared.”

          “What? Am I going to just be bombarded by an equally tiny woman hugging me?”

          Jonghyun unwound his scarf, hanging it on the hook by the door with a snort. His suitcase was resting against the wall as he held his hand out for his coat Jinki had finally taken off. Suddenly a wide smile spread across his face and before Jinki could think to ask what that was for a small blur was colliding with him. “I’m so glad you could make it, Dear.”

          Sparing a moment to glare at Jonghyun who was doing a horrible job at hiding the fact he was laughing, Jinki wrapped his arms around the woman and quietly spoke, “Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Kim.”

          She slipped away to hug her son, who was grinning so big Jinki was startled for a moment by how bright it was. “Hey Mom.”

          Feeling like he was intruding, Jinki turned to look around the home without moving from where he was standing. To the right was the living room, the ends of the bright tree seen from what little he could see when he leaned forward. To the left was the dining room, a large table spanning the room’s length. The hall spanned out in front of him, the stairs leading to the second-floor curling at the end of it by the floor to ceiling windows. His gaze fell to his left again when a hand touched his arm. Standing there was Jonghyun, suitcase in his left hand. “Want to see your room?”

          “Oh, uh Sure.”

-----

          “So, this is it!” Jonghyun happily exclaimed as he opened the door for Jinki to walk in. “It’s my older brother’s, but he won’t be here so it’s all yours.”

          “I didn’t know you had an older brother.” Jinki softly comments after tossing his duffle bag onto the bed gently.

          “He’s more of a stepbrother.” Jonghyun leaned against the wall to the right of the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. “He’s from my Father’s previous marriage, but when he up and left my mom when I was seven, he went between here and his mom’s place. They didn’t want to make it worse for him by uprooting him. We had him for Thanksgiving so she gets him for Christmas.”

           Jonghyun’s eyebrows raise as Jinki lifts a photo from the desk along the left wall, but lowers them when the man looks over at him. “You were a cute kid.”

          “I’m cute now, what are you saying ‘as a kid’?”

          “Can’t even take a compliment correctly, damn.” Jonghyun could swear he saw a blush across his cheeks, but Jinki turned back around to put the photo back down before he could take a second look. Interesting.

-----

          A few days later Jonghyun’s older sister Sodam came home. She was sweet and intrigued, asking all sorts of questions as they sat by the fire drinking their choice of beverages. She seemed to like to tease her brother and each kind jest thrown at him made Jinki laugh behind the rim of his whiskey glass. “Jonghyun tells me you’re a biology major. How’d you get paired with a music major?”

          Jonghyun clears his throat, grumbling, “Music therapy, Sodam.”

          “It’s still music!”

          “There were questions on the housing application when we applied for on-campus living. Our answers on interests and how clean we were apparently matched well.” The ice cubes in his glass clinked against the sides as he lowered his hand to rest on his thigh. “Truth be told I stayed for the mini pancakes he always has in the small freezer we have.”

          “Hey!”

          Jinki flashed a bright smile in his direction, and whether it was that or the second beer he was currently holding, Jonghyun’s skin was flushed as he looked away from him.

-----

          Bundled up in one of Jonghyun’s older brother’s coats, a hat pulled on by the man’s mother, and gloves tossed at his face, Jinki was rather warm considering he was stepping through a foot of snow to make a snowman. The boots on his feet were a bit big, but it was that or the sneakers he brought with him. Heaving the second mound of snow onto the stack, he was smoothing out the seam between the two when Jonghyun huffed out his name to the right of him. “Jinki.”

          Leaning a little to look past his snowman, he could see Jonghyun trying to lift the giant ball for his second tier. “Yes?”

          “Help me.”

          “I’m competing against you. Why should I help you?”

          “Because you like being useful and you’re my friend.” Jonghyun smiled as Jinki approached. “Pretty please?”

          With a dramatic huff, Jinki leaned down to lift up and carefully placed the giant ball of snow on top of the other. “If you win I get half of that cookie.”

          “You already were.”

-----

          The plate the last bits of the giant cookie was on was to the left of them as they sprawled out on the carpet by the fire. Jonghyun was laying on his back, eyes closed and hands on his tummy as he groaned. “I never should have eaten all of that.”

          “I’ve seen you eat three bowls of ramen in under ten minutes.” Jinki glanced over at him as he rested his head on his crossed arms. “That last pieces of cookie aren’t going to kill you.”

          Another pitiful groan. “I’m in pain.”

          “I was there through the alcohol apocalypse of sophomore year,” Jinki grinned as Jonghyun glared at him, laughing quietly when the man smacked his back softly. “You’re just being a big baby.”

          “You’re so mean!” Jinki smacked him upside the head with one of the pillows they had pulled from the couch. Laughter loud and full as Jonghyun sputtered in response. “How Rude!”

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          Jinki held his coffee cup between both of his hands, leaning back against the window as he gazed out from his spot in the window seat in the kitchen. No one else seemed to be up yet and he was rather enjoying the quiet serenity of it all. The snow was still falling outside the window, disappearing in the snow on the deck and trees. He lowered the cup from his lips when he heard the stairs softly creaking, and a moment later Jonghyun was shuffling into the room. His light-colored hair was fluffed up all over his head, eyes barely open, and shirt large enough his hands were hidden when his arms were down. He squinted when he noticed he wasn’t alone. Grumbling as he grabbed the pot of coffee and a mug from the counter. “Don’t say it.”

          “Good morning.” He held the man’s cup when it was handed to him as Jonghyun climbed opposite him on the cushion. His fluffy sock covered feet laying on Jinki’s as he got comfy and took his coffee back.

          “Why are you up so early?”

          “It’s not that early.”

          “We’re on a break! It’s sleep till noon.”

          Jinki laughed quietly into his mug as he lifted it for a drink. “You’re up before then.”

          “Bite me Mr. Happy in the Morning.”

          Feeling content and a little hungover from the night before, Jinki winked. He felt too good to regret doing it.

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          “Jinki!” Jonghyun frowned when said man didn’t respond or show up at the top of the stairs. “Jinki are you coming?”

          “Huh?” A moment later Jinki’s head popped up over the railing at the top of the steps, pajamas on his frame and hair a complete mess. “Coming for what?”

          “I told you it was ornament painting time.”

          “Oh,” He had his bottom lip pulled through his teeth, which Jonghyun was choosing to ignore, before he sighed, “It’s your thing with your family. I’m alright.”

          “But you have to!”

          “There are very few things I have to do in life, Jonghyun.” Jinki’s lips quirked up in a little smirk. Jonghyun stomped his foot and crossed his arms across his chest, glaring up at Jinki with everything he had. “Are you having a temper tantrum?”

          “Come on!” He softly whined. A little degrading, maybe, but it made Jinki sigh and finally head down the stairs. He counted it as a win. He hooked his arm with Jinki’s and led him back into the dining room. “You’re here so you’re getting the full experience buddy.”

-----

          Christmas dinner had been really delicious. Jinki had helped as much as he could, which Jonghyun scuffed and told him he was being a kiss ass. He washed the dishes while Jonghyun dried them and put them up, bumping shoulders every so often and talking quietly to themselves over the sound of the running faucet. Once the sink was clear they dried off their hands and headed into the living room where Jonghyun’s Mom and Sister were already waiting for them to do gifts.

          There weren’t many under the tree, but enough that they covered the front half of the tree skirt. The ornaments they painted a few days before were hung up on the tree, glinting slightly in the surrounding lights. Bringing his legs up onto the cushion, Jinki hugged his legs and watched the small closely knit family begin exchanging gifts. Their mother was first, a small pile of four wrapped presents set before her on the table. Jinki knew what at least one was for he was with Jonghyun when he had bought it for her. The first was a pair of fuzzy slippers and a matching robe from Sodam. The second, a pair of earrings. The last two were from Jonghyun. The first of them was the one Jinki knew, a gift certificate to a spa in the nearby town. The last was a necklace that Jinki realized was a match to the earrings Sodam had got her.

          A little sleepy, Jinki let his attention shift to the way the fire was flickering and the wood crackling softly. He breathed in deeply, flexing his fingers on his legs, content and warm. He didn’t notice when the gifts were finished until Jonghyun was standing between him and the fireplace, a smile on his pretty face. “It’s your turn.”

          “What?”

          The smile grew as Jonghyun held out a small wrapped box. “You didn’t think I’d let you not have something to open on Christmas, did you?”

          Jinki let his legs fall from the cushion as he carefully took the gift from him, resting it on his thighs. The box was blue with a big silver bow on the top. He skimmed his fingers over the smooth top before gazing up at Jonghyun. “You didn’t have to get me anything, Jonghyun.”

          “I hope you like it.”

          Wiggling off the top he gently laid it on the arm of the chair before removing the thin layer of tissue paper. On the bottom of the box was a watch he knew very well, but it was cleaner and as he lifted it up the little hands were moving, the glass surface of the face clear and uncracked. “What- how did you?”

          The last thing Jinki knew was that the watch was still sitting in its velvet box in his dresser at the dorm. For a few years, since his father died during his 8th-grade year, he had been trying to get that watch fixed. Looking down at it, the way it was gentling ticking the way he always remembered it sounding when his father wore it every day until the accident. “I know how much your Father’s watch means to you. I had it fixed.”

          “But they said they could find the parts to.”

          His thumb passed over the gold of the wrist links, bottom lip sucked through his teeth as he tried not to cry. He glanced up when Jonghyun’s hand fell on his knee, finding the man kneeling by the chair. “My dad had a similar enough model that he left here. I had my mom sent it to me. They used it to fix it.”

          “Jonghyun I.. thank you. I don’t know what to say.”

          “Merry Christmas Jinki.”

          He doesn’t remember slipping onto the floor, but soon Jonghyun is tight against him, arms wrapped around the man’s tiny waist. Jinki has his nose pressed into his neck, hugging him deeply. “Thank you. This means the world to me.”

          Neither man noticed the two women leaving the room or the look the two shared as they got up from their seats. Maybe the hug lasted longer than it should have, but Jinki didn’t want to let go yet. He didn’t want to feel alone.

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          After pulling themselves from the ground with soft, almost embarrassed laughter, Jonghyun walked to the piano along the back wall. Uncovering the keys, he wiggled his fingers before grinning. “Will you sing with me?”

          Jinki shook his head as he climbed onto the couch, arms resting on the back of it as he gazed over. “I think I’ll just listen.”

          “Suit yourself.”

          In the end, it was Jonghyun and his little family singing together. His mom sitting on the bench beside him, his sister to his left just behind him. Their voices mingled together as if they had done this so many times before, and Jinki figured like with everything else he had experience in this home this must be a tradition. He caught Jonghyun’s gaze halfway through the third song, and he smiled warmly in return.

          His heart felt heavy, the weight of missing his Dad pulling at him as the watch around his wrist was cool to the couch against his skin, but looking at Jonghyun singing with such a pretty smile on his face, it made it easier to forget. Forget that the last time he had a real Christmas Dinner was in the 8th grade, or that he hadn’t felt at home since he left it to go to the hospital with his mom that Christmas night. Being here with Jonghyun’s family made him feel like Christmas could be happy again.

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          He had just turned off the lights and rolled over for bed when he heard a soft knock against the closed bedroom door. He squinted as the door slowly began to open and softened a little when he saw Jinki. “Are you awake?”

          “For the moment. What’s up?”

          Very few times in their time being roommates could Jonghyun recall seeing Jinki so timid, looking small and almost afraid. He only had pajama pants on, the light coming from behind him showing that much. His lip was pulled through his teeth before he shook his head. “I’m sorry, I never should have- go back to sleep.”

          “Jinki! Wait.” Jonghyun quickly sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes as he called his name. He yawned but quickly focused back on the man frozen in the open doorway. “What’s wrong?”

          Looking over his shoulder, Jinki softly replied. “It’s the anniversary of the accident. I don’t want to be alone.”

          Jonghyun felt his heart break a little. Jinki almost never talked about his Dad, in some ways less than he did with his own. He lifted the blanket and scooted to one side. “C’mere Jinki.”

          Seeing what he meant, Jinki shook his head. “I can just sleep on the floor and-”

          “Get in the bed Jinki.” Pressing his lips together, Jinki closed the door behind him. The only light in the room was from the window and Jinki’s phone as he used it to navigate the room. Jonghyun smiled softly when the man stood by the bed for longer than he needed to. “You’re letting all my warmth leave. Come on.”

          The phone clicked off and after the most dramatic sigh Jonghyun had ever heard, he felt the bed dip and Jinki settle alongside him. In the darkness, Jinki’s voice was deep and soft, warm comfort in the chill of the room. “Thank you.”

          Somehow, Jonghyun managed to find his hand and gave his fingers a soft squeeze. “Goodnight Jinki.”

-----

          Jinki woke up to extra warmth at his back and weight against his side. It took him a lot longer than it should have to remember coming into Jonghyun’s room the night before and piece together that the warmth against him was the other man. He knew he should move, wiggle out from under the arm and pretend like it never happened, but he didn’t know if he’d ever get the chance to feel the comfort of Jonghyun’s embrace again. So, he was selfish, closing his eyes and leaning into the warmth. He was allowed one small luxury. He found falling asleep again was a lot easier.

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          “JINKI!” Jonghyun was fuming, standing in the middle of the backyard with quickly melting snow dripping down his face and making the top of his scarf wrapped around his mouth wet.

          Jinki giggled, hiding behind the thick tree by the bare garden next to the deck. “You’re it.”

          “Oh, you’re so dead. COME HERE, you ass.”

          They both knew Jinki was faster than him, but this was the backward he grew up in and he knew the layout better than anyone. As Jinki rounded the Gazebo Jonghyun lunged at him, tackling him into the pile of snow thrown from the path that morning. Jinki groaned as they landed, but his hands moved up to steady Jonghyun. The snow was falling around them, on their hair and eyelashes, on the red of their cheeks. Laying along him Jonghyun forgot why he was angry or why he had tackled him in the first place. All he could make himself do is gaze into Jinki’s eyes.

          Jinki was laughing, eyes in pretty little crescents. His hat had fallen from his head, hair spread out in the snow. The scarf around his mouth had slipped further down, revealing his lips. Like a magnet, Jonghyun’s gaze fell on them. Pink and plump, ready to have teeth sunk into them and tugged. He barely registered that them moving meant Jinki was speaking. “Are you alright, Jonghyun?”

          “Forgive me.” He whispered before surging down, eyes squeezed shut as he pressed their lips together. It was more teeth than anything in his rush of excitement, but when he pulled back abruptly and Jinki returned the kiss, it improved. Jonghyun pushed his fingers into Jinki’s damp hair, groaning softly as the kisses deepened and he felt the man’s arms wrapped tightly around him.

          They pulled away just barely, breathes swirling between them as they searched each other’s gazes. “What is there to forgive you for? I’ve wanted to do that for over a year.”

          “What?”

          “You really never noticed how I look at you?”

          Jonghyun blinked, brows furrowing slowly. “What?”

          “Oh, you beautiful, daft man.” With quiet laughter, Jinki cupped his cheek with a gloved hand. “I love you, Jonghyun. I have since Freshman year.”

          “Again… What?”

          Jinki responded with a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “How about we go inside and get warm, and we’ll talk, alright?”

          “Yeah.. yeah that sounds good.”

          A moment passed, then another before Jinki was smiling, “You have to get off of me for us to do that.”

          “OH right yes.”

-----

          Both of their cups of hot chocolate, now more lukewarm than anything, were sitting on the coffee table in front of them. They had changed from their wet clothes, hung their coats up on the hook, and put their boots by the back door. A blanket was thrown over each of their shoulders. The only sounds in the room were the fire crackling and the Christmas music playing from one of the upstairs bedrooms. Jinki had his head pressed into the back of the couch, arms tight around him to keep himself warm as he gazed over at Jonghyun who had yet to say anything since they had climbed onto the couch. “You look like you have a lot of questions.”

          “Hmm? Oh, not really. Just a few.” Jonghyun gave a little smile before continuing. “Like, were you ever going to tell me how you felt?”

          “I thought about it, but I like having you as a roommate and as my friend and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by laying my affections for you at your feet.”

          “And.. you’ve felt how you do since freshman year?”

          “Around Spring break or so, when you broke up with your high school girlfriend.”

          “Oh.”

          Jinki swallowed thickly before reaching over to squeeze Jonghyun’s hand. “As much as I care for you and want to explore what dating you would be like, having you in my life as my friend is more important than how I feel romantically for you. If you don’t feel the same way or want to explore that with me, I understand. I don’t want to pressure you into thinking you have to want to kiss me again.”

          He hummed, his gaze falling slowly. Jinki prepared himself for the final blow he expected to happen, but it never came. Instead, Jonghyun returned the pressure on his hand and smiled up at him. “And if I said I wanted to explore dating you?”

          “You would?”

          Jonghyun snorted. “Don’t sound so surprised. You aren’t the only one that’s been hiding feelings.”

          It was Jinki’s turn to stare with his mouth half-open, blinking like he couldn’t process what was being said to him. “Pardon me?”

          With a little shifting, Jonghyun was up onto his knees, crossing the small distance between them to cup Jinki’s cheek with a smile. Just before he kissed him, he whispered. “I love you too, you doof.”

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MASTERLIST

Chaptered fics

MAGNOLIA BOY Taekai & Jongkey. Fantasy!AU. Nymphs, Elves & Fairies. Romance. Deep into the forest, a nymph is born from a tree. Jongin likes apricots, hiding in trees, playing with fairies, and taking care of plants. Then his quiet, lovely life is getting turned upside down when his closest friend, Kibum, gets a crush on an elf. Foreigners enter their land on wolves and all the little folks get extremely excited over the Royal Family. The most unexpected event being that Jongin, too shy to approach anyone alone, might also fall for one of those pointy ears beings. Currently: writing & publishing (AO3 & AFF)

+ bonuses (additional AUs / thoughts & facts)

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BEAR WITH ME Taekai Witchcraft!AU. Fluff. Romance. Demons, Ghosts, Spirits & other creatures. Once upon a time in a haunted forest lived a powerful warlock, a moody Potions Master who loved to dance under the moonlight, couldn't take care of plants and always liked a good dramatic exit. One day, said warlock -whose name was Lee Taemin- crossed paths with a pouty, snotty brat named Jongin. Currently: writing & publishing (AO3 & AFF)

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YOU’RE MY CUP OF TEA Taekai TeaShop!AU. Fluff. Romance. Jongin recently discovered he likes tea a lot. Taemin works in a tea shop. But Jongin truly loves tea. Not only the cute tea shop’s seller. Chanyeol gets involved in everything. & Kyungsoo speaks French. Finished (AO3 & AFF)

+ bonuses

OneShots

UNTIL YOUR DISTRESS SLEEPS (fill me up with your grief) Taekai Oneshot. Angst. Comfort. Taemin’s sadness after Jonghyun’s death broke him into a hundred tiny pieces scattered everywhere. He doesn’t know how to heal and where to even start. But then Jongin enters his life and starts picking him up. Finished (AO3 & AFF)

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AMOUR Taekai. Short story. Asexuality. On a calm afternoon, Taemin has a very peculiar question for Jongin. A discussion ensues. “What is love?” Jongin couldn’t help but snicker, making the boy in front of him frown slightly. “What!? What did I say?” Finished (AO3 & AFF)

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TO YOU (THE ONE I COULDN’T PROTECT) Taekai. Oneshot. Emotional Hurt. Some days, memories of Jonghyun come back. & everything Taemin did to get better suddenly seems to disappear before his eyes. & all that is left is the unbearable pain. Jongin is here, always. Even when he knows that he's not enough. Finished (AO3 & AFF)

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IF I CAN SEE YOU Taekai Drabble. Fluff. Jongin explaining how Taemin is his shelter. Finished (AFF)

Series

- WRITTEN IN THE STARS SERIES -

THE MOON, THE STARS, THE SUN & US Jongkey Oneshot. CoffeeShop!AU. Fluff. Romance. Pining. After days & weeks of pining, Jonghyun finally gathers enough courage to go talk to the gorgeous man sipping his large coffee. The one with the scar on his eyebrow, sitting alone at the table near the window. But Jonghyun forgets everything he had prepared to say, once those pretty eyes are on him. And his inner astrology nerd comes out. Finished (AO3 & AFF)

DO YOU EVER WONDER IF THE STARS SHINE OUT FOR YOU? Taekai Oneshot. CoffeeShop!AU. Fluff. Romance. Pining. Taemin’s favorite customer always orders a hot chocolate. He always has a sleepy, cute smile on his lips. He always leaves tiny star-shaped origamis behind. And Taemin really, really likes him. Finished (AO3 & AFF)

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- WINTER’S TALES SERIES -

IT ISN’T SO COLD WITH YOU NEXT TO ME Jongkey Oneshot. Fluff. Romance. Kibum had quite a stressful day. He’s cold, tired, starving, lonely and he only wants to go home. But then he sees this odd guy who’s soon going to turn into a snowman and Kibum can’t help but worry for him. Finished (AO3 & AFF)

Mini fics & Prompts

I Promise you Taekai Fanboy!AU. Romance. Pining. Fluff Currently: writing & publishing. (Chronological order / Last post at first)

KoreanTeacher!Taemin & Student!Jongin (They’re adults! Taemin is a “Korean as Foreign Language” Teacher, don’t be scared.)

Taekai meet on Halloween + bonus (feat. ShyMess!Taemin + it’s super Cheesy)

Taekai as Neighbors (on twitter) (feat. Tornado!Taemin & Confused&AngryPuppy!Jongin)

“I fell in love with my brother’s best friend”!AU (on twitter) (Super Clichée & Super Cheesy)

Writer!Jongin & ClumsyBarista!Taemin (on twitter) (feat. a coffee shop. also known as Poetic&Soft!AU)

BaseballPlayers!AU (on twitter) (Rivals to Lovers)

Taekai’s First Fight!AU (on twitter) (spoiler alert: it’s actually super soft)

A tired Nini meeting a very pretty boy (on twitter)

Fanboy!AU 2nd edition (but smaller!! far smaller! & on twitter)

Childhood Friends!AU (on twitter)

Taekai on a picnic (on twitter)

A very soft ABO!AU (on twitter)

All Others Very Small Prompts

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Chapter One (AO3 // AFF) - Chapter Two (AO3 // AFF)

     CHAPTER THREE

The Castle of Axon Clan was smaller than the one Jungkook was used of, the Alpha mused as he walked down the long corridor. However, this castle was brighter than Jungkook’s own because the Axon Clan was situated at the bay of the Southern Forest, rather than Lexian Clan, which lived in the heart of the Forest. The air was different here too… something crisp and moist hung in the air, most probably due to the river flowing beside the main establishment of Axon Clan. It was with no doubt why all other Clans preferred the rice grown over this land, it was best for cultivation, perfectly fertile.

Jungkook hummed under his breath, luxuriously walking along the open end of long corridor. It was when he was going down stairs that he encountered a castle maid, hands filled with fresh laundry.

“Where can I find the Prime Alpha?” Jungkook inquired politely, making the maid to stop short in her tracks and look at Jungkook with something close to fear. Apparently Jimin’s father had filled every single Alpha or Omega living in the castle how the ‘scary’ guests of theirs were here to kill innocent Axon Clan people… which Jungkook would admit didn’t seemed far from the truth after the raid they did just a week ago.

“Umm… the Alpha is in the archery ring,” The maid stuttered, eyes down casted thus missing the kind smile Jungkook tried tossing at her.

“And where exactly is this archery ring?” Jungkook asked further, not familiar with the geography of the area.

The maid hesitated just for a second before muttering in a tiny defeated voice, like she knew she can’t possibly disrespect Jungkook, the future Head Alpha for all Southern Clans, “On west side of the stables.”

Jungkook tipped his head in a small graceful bow, a respect his mother taught him to be showed to every single Omega, no matter what their status is. With purpose Jungkook walked toward the indicated direction, a spring in his feet and back erect like any proud general.

Lots of curious eyes followed Jungkook as he made his way toward the archery ring, also inquiring a petite stable boy once Jungkook supposed a second-hand on archery direction won’t be unwelcomed. The archery ground was not as vast as Jungkook was used to; however, the place was nearly empty of occupants other than Jimin thus making it easier for Jungkook to walk further inside.

Jimin stood at one end, a bow raised to his shoulder and an arrow aimed straight to the targeted colored rings at the other end of the long archery arena. The Prime Alpha looked focused, but Jungkook knew the Alpha would have realized the presence of another by now.

“Raise your arm a bit more,” Jungkook spoke out of reflex. After all the training he had been giving to whelps of his clan, this was bound to happen. A sudden stiffness of Jimin’s arm didn’t go amiss by the General. “Your angle is slightly off. You would miss the bullseye in that pose.”

However, the prideful Alpha didn’t heed Jungkook’s advice. Keeping his arms in the similar manner Jimin kept taking the aim. Smiling to himself, Jungkook stepped closer. Feeling slightly daring, the taller Alpha reached from behind and wrapped his arms over Jimin’s before tilting them up just a tiny bit.

In a blink, Jimin jerked away from the touch.

“What do you think you are doing?” The Prime Alpha demanded, disgust evident in his tone.

To Read Further Click: AO3 // AFF

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3 Different Dance Styles You Should Try At Home

BELLY DANCE

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When you intend to tummy dancing, then you should see the costume a part of exactly what places the feeling or perhaps the tone. Despite the fact that you don't require all of the bells and whistles, then the overall consensus is the fact that baring your midriff places you back at their mindset that's quite acceptable for belly dancing. Because of this, it's strongly recommended that you just have on apparel that bares your tummy for example as for instance lowrise Yoga trousers and a sports bra or even any different belly-baring shirt on your own clinic periods. Additionally, this assists your educator to determine in the event that you're producing the motions accurately.

Stomach dancing is just a fashion of dancing which will not need scientists to function as in the best physical state so as to start. The truth is that the very low effect nature with this type of movement makes it a superb option for people who aren't in the best form to start with. This specific sort of dancing works that the muscles softly using the synergistic consequences of aerobic exercise and other training procedures. Additionally, it will work the gut, which will be frequently the situation region for all those that are not at the very best of contour. You also ought to discover you will fortify your spine throughout tummy dancing since you advance. This may additionally support with virtually every facet of one's health and exercise schedule. More notably for people who certainly are only a small (or perhaps a great deal ) from contour is really that the tummy dancing burns off an average of 300 calories one hour or so. Which usually means that whenever you exercise a single hour each day you're burning 2,000 calories each week per day

If you choose to partake in tummy dance courses, then Ms.! You're going to be linking an early band of females back once again to exactly what many consider would be your first of period. You also need to be in possession of a fresh hobby which is equally healthy and entertaining.

Stomach dancing has an extensive and proud record dating back into the dawn of culture. This manner of dancing has its foundation been applied as an act of worship and also an act of charm. Perhaps not consistently in spite of these as this kind of dancing has been thought by a few religions for an increase because of the fertility of recently married partners.

Oriental Dance also called tummy dance is just one of, even if maybe not the very sensuous trends of dancing. It's likewise perhaps one among the absolute most useful kinds of dancing there's health-wise. Along with this fantastic calorie-burning AFF-ect of tummy dance, you'll find additional health and fitness benefits this form of dancing is now renowned for over centuries.

IRISH STEP DANCING

That really is a fashion of dancing which only looks interesting. Whether you're seeing or engaging the enthusiasm and vitality amount is all but observable. It's just nothing short of great to be from the viewer to get these shows. It ought to be added that whilst maybe not all of the Irish stage dance demands the energy and skill that's found from the significant productions like the people I have stated earlier, there's even now a fantastic level of electricity within every kind of Irish step dance. This vitality is the thing that makes this fashion of dance really desirable.

Youthful ladies, adolescents, and people around America are finding themselves exactly what type of superb type of dancing Irish stage dance actually is. These lessons are slightly bit more tough than another design of dance may possibly be mainly because they also might require the exact measures to be manufactured based on different students while in the course. You count upon each other and ought to keep up with this new music. It's a fantastic challenge which likewise helps college students with the fashion of dancing learn how to come together along with growing and optimizing their particular Irish measure dance abilities. You will find sacred dances however, to get its many vibrant AFF-ect these dances needs to really be achieved as a member of the bigger team. It really is just a magnificent sight to behold.

Youthful and older alike have been accepted from the storm the moment it regards the kind of dancing. The audio is equally inspirational and interesting since it will be the measures along with thoughts that are accomplished with this simplicity from the actors. If you're searching to get an excellent approach to find yourself a fantastic aerobic workout, then visit whether there's just a class within your region. This really is actually a superior energy sort of dancing also which ought to be recalled however you'll find a fantastic lower body work out along with the cardiovascular added benefits. Additionally, you will burn up a fantastic lot of calories from the procedure.

For those who own a passion for energy and music afterward probably Irish step dance classes are quite a fantastic mixture for you personally and also your dance and fitness requirements. It's a gorgeous fashion of dance which isn't just enjoyable to see however additionally enjoyable to execute. You work using a bigger team and learn how to interact for the best possible consequence. Of the fashions of dancing which are enjoyed around the globe today, that really is only one of the absolute most fascinating kinds of collection dancing I have ever struck. In the event you are interested in being part of anything far bigger on your own, this really can be a significant approach to accomplish precisely that.

When you've not experienced the chance to have this dancing feeling reside you really ought to take the chance to achieve that. This fashion of dancing is similar to none you have possibly ever observed previously. It's amazing and in an identical time frame nearly inconceivably hard to make the motions that can be demanded and show a little work. The vitality included with those performances is just nothing short of excellent.

If you're searching for something a tiny new and distinct when it regards to dance, have you ever believed Irish stage dance? I am confident many of you've been aware of when maybe not witnessed shows these as"Riverdance" along with different shows which display that this stunning and one of a kind type of dancing. "Lord of the Dance" is just another case of amazing Irish measure dance nevertheless it attracts a much contemporary spin into your crowd.

JAZZ AS DANCE

Jazz dancing and music have been famous for quite some time and afterward did actually really go underground apart from in metropolitan areas like Memphis, New Orleans, Kansas City, and St. Louis at which it proved to be a significant region of the culture and history. We've noticed a reemergence with the common manner of dancing and music in late ages however with a few noteworthy musicians attracting the swing back and also big band' noise that traveled in hand with jazz as a music shape and also a fashion of dancing.

You have to know however that when it regards jazz dancing, like your music, then you can find not any definitive policies you have to follow to be able for this to become more jazz. You can find no stiff dance ways that have to be stuck to for your'jazz' impact. Jazz dancing can be mistaken as faucet dancing' due to the fact tap tunes has been regularly put to jazz audio. It's necessary however to appreciate that jazz is not confined by exploiting dancing along with other forms of dancing collapse underneath the quite sizable umbrella of jazz dancing'.

When you've seen jazz dancing courses for you personally or your own children, '' I expect you may opt to indulge. Not just is it your tunes for such a dance uplifting and excellent but additionally, the manner of dancing in and of itself is fairly enjoyable and enjoyable. You can find only a few forms of dancing which may compete as it regards allowing inventive permit, moving with the stream, and dancing to your utter delight of dance. As a creative art and as a kind of enjoyment jazz dancing and music really are shirts in my personal publication.

Even though jazz has lots of presumed arrival regions it simply only has 1 authentic residence and home would be New Orleans. Just enjoy the audio that this town is known for, New Orleans can be a town with no dad also. New Orleans was a melting pot from the truest sense of this saying earlier we had some true clue exactly what it designed for a melting pot. By the ramifications of this French, Spanish, German, English, and also, of course, the populace of former black and slaves completely free women and men, New Orleans has been the ideal location with this particular combined and blended fashion of dancing and music to both predict property.

A number of the More Prevalent jazz dances include: Black Mirror, Boogie-woogie, the Cake-walk, the Charleston, the JitterBug, the Lindy Hop, also swing dance. Every one of these varieties of dancing is apparently building a quite remarkable come back in acceptance on the course of this past 2 decades and therefore are rather intriguing to see, in addition to by that to engage in the event you have the opportunity.

For a manner of dancing, jazz has been substantially more'brazen' than loathed previously were in a few circles believed to be more independently unseemly. The polite culture had no attention in this specific type of dancing. The fantastic thing for people that enjoyed this manner of dancing is there clearly were a lot of locations at that jazz, as an application of dancing and new music, has been readily adopted. You'd to really go off the beaten trail only a little as a way to think it is for a lot it had been worth your time and hard work.

It truly isn't any surprise that jazz dancing arose while the consequence of jazz audio genre. There are not any decent dance ways to its beautiful music we've come to understand through time. Because of this something fresh and also a tiny bit off the principal course was desired as a way to conserve space and time with all the music emerging.

Whilst some men and women know the actual roots of Jazz for a music genre, much fewer men and women still know the roots of jazz for a fashion of dancing. Jazz is quite a child. Greater than this, however, jazz as dancing and music appear to own lots of mothers in spite of the simple fact they don't have a dad. I believe there are lots of impacts on the vibrant kind of dancing and music no 1 sway is remarkable in the brand new era to become looked at that the'father' or'mommy' for this thing of jazz.''

[writerpeach]

Room For Dessert

Momoland Ahin x Male Reader

4197 words

Categories: smut, bathroom sex, daddy kink, dirty talk

18+

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It was supposed to be a romantic night. 

It took two months to get a dinner reservation at one of the most prestigious restaurants in downtown Seoul, a place that claimed to be more than just about food, but an experience, which made you roll your eyes but enough friends and co-workers recommended it to give it a shot. 

You had dressed your best, wearing a nice pressed shirt, slacks, and expensive shoes, while your girlfriend Ahin had picked a more...different route and decided to wear the tightest, shortest dress in her wardrobe. White-colored with roses everywhere did not make the outfit or her any more innocent. 

The restaurant was packed, a tiny building with no more than eight tables, it became apparent one of the reasons for the long waitlist. 

You entered hand in hand with your Ahin and felt eyes staring, mostly at Ahin which wasn’t a shocker. She was very easy on the eyes - blonde, gorgeous, and a deadly body. 

You were seated at a small round table by a large window, being on the third floor you had a beautiful view of the city at night, although it was nothing compared to the pretty blonde across the table.

An hour in, it became hard to concentrate on your food. Peering from her side, Ahin’s eyes were a mixture of innocence and sin. One second they were soft and sparkling, the next they became full of lust, flashing bedroom eyes in a place where that was the last thing on your mind. 

“What?” you asked, as you continued eating but couldn’t help but feel like you were the meal by the way Ahin stared at you.

“Nothing, you just eat well,” she replied, feigning a purity to her words. “And not just food, either,” she added with a smile, and you nearly choked.

This was how things always went. 

It was bad enough dealing with her constant teasing, but she had to wear a dress that barely covered her up, her dress involuntarily hiking up to show off her wonderful thighs and was so low-cut her tits were practically spilling out and needing to breathe. 

“You should eat.” 

“Oh, I will but I’m waiting for something more delicious,” she said, and you can’t say you didn’t see that coming from a mile away. 

“Can I get you two anything for dessert?” You were thankful for the interruption, but before you could say another word Ahin spoke up.

”I’d love something sweet...and sticky,” she told the waitress innocently, but yet you knew there was nothing innocent at all about her. 

“Right away, ma’am.” 

“It’s not good to be eating something so sugary this late.”

“I can’t help it, I love sweets. And you know how much I love having cream inside me.”

She was going to be the death of you. 

The waitress shortly returned and placed a delicious looking slice of yellow cake down on the center of the table, decorated with sprinkles, white frosting, and caramel icing. 

“Thank you,” Ahin told the waitress as she grinned playfully at you. Not wasting a second, grabbed the plate towards her, forgoing the use of the two forks placed as she used her fingertip to scoop up a bit of the vanilla frosting. You knew what was next. 

With a smirk a mile wide, she brought her finger to her lips, licking the frosting clean and making sure to leave just a smidgen on the corner of her lips.

“I think I have something on my face. Can you get it for me?” Ahin asked.

You sighed deeply, not wanting to play into her trap and simply handed her a napkin. She frowned and tossed it aside, licking her lips instead. 

Ahin made a show out of eating her dessert, every bite into her mouth full of pure raw seduction. You admired how hard she was trying and simply enjoyed watching her struggling to claim a reaction out of you.

When you had enough you leaned over to Ahin’s side of the table and aimed for a kiss, faking her out as you pivoted your face into the side of her neck. 

“You’re not getting away with this,” you whispered. 

Ahin giggled innocently and averted her attention. She grabbed her phone, her fingers swiping over keys frantically and moments after you felt a buzz inside your pocket. She gestured for you to check your phone but you refused.

“It’s rude to use your phone at the table, baby. Need to say something to me?” 

She didn’t speak, but her lips moved and you could tell what words she had formed.

“Ruin me.”

“Not until we get home.” 

Ahin huffed. “You know...I'm not wearing any underwear,” she boldly said, folding her arms and grinning devilishly, always trying to up the ante. 

“Is that supposed to surprise me?” you asked. To Ahin, underwear was something she wasn’t particularly fond of, and you would have been more shocked if she had any on. 

“No, but it would be a shame if I accidentally dropped something and the whole restaurant saw my bare ass, wouldn’t it?” Right on time, you heard the clang of silverware hitting the cold floor. 

You had enough. Before she had a chance to do anything you grabbed her wrist, leaving enough cash on the table to pay for both meals and a little extra and got the hell out of there. 

“Where are we going...daddy?”

Ignoring her favorite pet name to use you dragged her away, squeezing her hand until you found the perfect place, a large metal door with a sign that said bathroom. 

Not even bothering to check to see if other people were around, you shoved the door open and made sure it was empty before holding it open for her.

“Get in,” you demanded, and she complied without delay. The door slammed shut behind you loud enough to cause the sound to ripple throughout the walls. 

“You’re cute when you’re angry, daddy,” she said as you leaned up against her body, pressing her up against the wall.

“Angry? I’m not angry,” you said as you cupped one side of her pretty face. 

Ahin didn’t believe you with the way she reacted with a grin that was plastered on her stupidly gorgeous face.  

“You didn’t lock the door.” 

“And I’m not going to,” you said harshly. Your only regret was this was a private bathroom, you’d love nothing more than to make good use of a less private stall. 

You could sense the tension in her body as you considered a thousand different ways to use her, running a hand down her shoulder and felt the soft skin of her body as you considered what to do with her. 

“Are you going to fuck me, daddy?” Ahin asked. 

You denied her an answer, sliding a hand in between her thighs and feeling the wetness of her cunt already, confirming the lack of underwear. She was freshly shaved, every inch of her mound smooth as silk as you teased her folds with one fingertip, threatening to enter her and stopping just before giving in to her desire.

“No...I'm going to make you beg.” 

Using your knee to spread her thighs open, Ahin’s breath hitched as you slipped a finger inside her tight hole only for a moment before withdrawing it out. It also didn’t surprise you to find your finger covered in her slick. 

“You like being such a slut in public, don’t you?”

“You caught me,” she smirked, but her confidence was shattered as you felt up one of her warm, creamy thighs, inching closer to touching her pussy again but stopping short at the last moment as she instinctively whined. 

That sound you had heard before meant she was breaking already, letting her guard down without a struggle and melting at your every touch. 

Before you could even touch her pretty pussy again you could feel her thighs becoming damp, trying to close them around your hand but you kept them forced open.

Ahin was a messy girl, to say the least. Her apartment had a closet dedicated to spare sheets as she was known to ruin them without warning, turning herself into a water fountain without an off switch.  

With Ahin’s confidence draining you kept the pressure, kissing her luscious neck in several spots before rushing to pull the straps of her dress down. Licking her neck just once, you yanked the top of her dress down to expose her marvelous chest, her full round breasts bouncing as they were freed. You salivated at the very sight of them. 

You felt your pants tightening as you stared at her juicy tits, her pretty nipples swollen already and bright pink and you were hungry for your second meal of the night. 

Ahin gasped as you touched her, fondling her huge breasts in the same way you had done dozens of times. Hearing her moan softly was pleasing to your ears as you squeezed and massaged them, you never got tired of playing with her tits. You never got tired of how heavy and soft they felt in your hands, fingertips sporadically teasing her pretty nipples to earn another moan. 

Licking in between her cleavage, you kept up the obsession with her breasts as you brought your lips to her chest and traced the outline of one nipple before sucking harshly on it, switching between the two. It didn’t take long before her nipples were drenched in spit and you found yourself back in between her legs, one finger than another, feeling her warmth on your fingers but barely moving as her entire body twitched. 

“D-daddy...” she whined. She was yours now. 

“Yes, princess?” you asked as she tried moving her hips to ride your fingers. You made sure to pump your fingers inside her as slowly as possible to deny her the full friction really needed. Had she not acted up earlier she’d be gushing already all over the bathroom tile for sure.

It’s easy to see why Ahin did this, why she spent so much time trying to get a rise out of you if this is what she got in return. 

Finding a rhythm you pumped faster inside Ahin, feeling her walls squeezing your finger as she moaned breathlessly. She was doing a lousy job of keeping quiet, but you weren’t sure if she couldn’t control herself or just wanted to rile you up. 

That wet squelch of your fingers fucking her hole echoed alongside the bathroom walls, finding her spot with ease and curling inside her as her pretty moans increased. Your fingers were soaked, her slick coating them and dripping down her thighs and Ahin looked so damn beautiful like this.

She could barely keep her eyes open at this point, her arms down by her side as she tried to scrape her nails into the wall, desperate to hold on to anything as she felt her abdomen tighten.

You worked a third finger into her very tight pussy, feeling her juices leaking all over your hand as you rubbed her clit, her walls tightening with each pump of your fingers. 

She was close, you could see it in her eyes and you could hear it, she needed just a tiny bit more.

But you weren’t going to give it to her. At the last possible moment you pulled your fingers out abruptly and she almost came untouched. 

“D-daddy!” she whined, and you smiled brightly at her. 

“Only good girls get to cum,” you said, giving her needy pussy a handful of slaps before removing your hand from her thighs. 

“That’s not fair,” she whimpered. 

“Oh, I think it’s plenty fair given your actions.”

“I was just trying to spice up dinner. It’s not my fault you’re no fun.”

“You wanted fun did you?” you said, running a hand through soft strands of Ahin’s pretty golden locks. 

If anything you wanted to rip that dress completely off her tight sexy body and force her to walk out of here bare ass naked, but you really liked this place, and getting kicked out was the last thing you wanted. 

“Then suck my fucking dick,” you hissed, grabbing the back of her head and guided her down until she knelt in front of you. With her lips smiling wide she quickly unzipped your pants and yanked hard, taking them down with your boxers and released your cock. 

Her eyes lit up as your cock ended in her small hand, licking her sinful lips as she stroked you and licked your length at the same time. 

“So fucking hard already, daddy,” she smiled as she jerked off your cock, planting several sloppy wet kisses alongside your shaft in admiration. 

“Then do something about it.”

Giving one more kiss on your tip, Ahin licked stripes up and down your heavy balls before taking you inside her warm mouth. You moaned loudly at the feeling of her soft pouty lips wrapped around your cock and she went to work. 

“That’s a good girl,” you told her as she took you halfway in already, keeping a hand stroking you as her lips did their magic. 

“Feels so fucking good. Such a good little slut aren’t you, sucking me off in a bathroom?” 

With her mouth currently occupied, Ahin couldn’t answer verbally, but her eyes showed she loved what she was doing. She slurped and slurped, sucking sloppily and keeping her eyes wide open to see your reaction, keeping her mouth on your shaft as her head bobbed up and down.

“It’s nice having you quiet for a change. Should really have you do this more often.” You smiled proudly as you held on to her head with both hands, pushing her gradually down towards your base and feeling her throat tightening as you felt the back of it. 

“That’s it, baby, take it all.” 

You groaned as her lips met your base, keeping eye contact as you felt her wet mouth deepthroat every inch of you with ease, stuffing her mouth full of hard flesh. Ahin didn’t need any adjustment as she withdrew her lips and slammed herself back down, taking all of you again and again and found a rhythm, moaning around your shaft as you felt warmth and wetness enveloping every inch of your cock.

“Fuuuck...” you moaned and gasped as Ahin continued sucking you off, guiding her movements as she gave the most phenomenal blowjob. Loud messy slurps accompanied her sultry lips as her tight warm mouth moved from tip to base in one satisfying stroke, sliding up and down without a hint of a gag reflex as saliva dripped from her mouth.

Your cock inside her warm mouth felt like heaven, her tongue working against your underside to create even more pleasure, watching the look in her eyes as she swallowed you down her throat. There was more than enough happening to finish you off herself, to take pleasure from her without any in return, but you wouldn't be satisfied, not until she was a mess. 

Regrettably, you pulled her off your shaft as saliva spilled out of her mouth. She looked rather disappointed as she stroked your cock furiously, grabbing a handful of your sack and fondling your balls. 

“They’re so full, daddy,” she said as she tenderly kissed each one, licking and slurping away greedily and hungrily.

“Alright, that’s enough. Time for me to have some fun.”

You grabbed both hands as you lifted her up to her feet, taking a second to gawk at her body. Her anticipation was high as you hiked her dress up, lifting her up and grabbing her ass as you pinned her against the wall like she was an expensive piece of artwork.

She gasped and never felt so wet between her thighs. “Fuck me, daddy,” she begged, wrapping her arms around your neck, with desperation etched on her features. 

“Do you deserve that?” you asked as you teased your cock through her soft silky folds, collecting her wetness on your shaft. She nodded without a word.

“I don’t think so. Maybe I should just finish um all over that pretty face without even letting you feel me.”

”Daddy, please…” she whined.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me, daddy. Please.” 

Every desperate word out of her mouth matched the pleading expression on her face. 

“Please daddy...I want to feel that big throbbing cock fucking me senseless and stretching out my tight little pussy. Please, please fuck me, I’ll be a good girl I promise.”

Ahin being reduced to begging was your favorite thing in the world. You looked at her, enjoying the need and wanton desire in her eyes. Without a second of warning, you shoved your cock inside her tight pussy all the way deep, earning a loud shriek as you filled her up with every inch. 

“Oh my god!” 

“Careful baby, you don’t want someone to hear you do you?”

“We both know the answer to that.” 

Moving at an agonizing pace, Ahin’s tight walls swallowed you inside her as you started to thrust, her pussy squeezing the life out of your cock as you began fucking her up against the wall. Plenty wet, hot and tight around your shaft, her cute whimpers and moans filling your ears were just the thing you needed as you kept her tight hole full of your cock.

“God, you’re fucking big, shit.”

“You’re so tight and wet. Acting like a slut turns you on this much?”

“I’m not acting.”

You both smiled, and you kissed her for the first time of the night, muffling her moans as you exerted more energy in your hips.

It took several thrusts for Ahin to adjust, breathing heavily already. She was so wet and becoming wetter with each deep thrust, the way her pussy wrapped tight around your cock and refused to let go, there wasn't a better feeling. 

"Daddy, pound me," she pleaded. 

You had your fun with her and didn't see any reason to deny her request this time. Building up the pace, you gradually fucked Ahin harder, earning louder and deeper moans as you buried your shaft deep inside her pretty tight cunt, setting her sensitive nerves on fire. You kept her tight body pressed up against the bathroom wall, keeping a tight firm grip on her ass as you drove yourself into her, hearing her moaning beautifully into your ears. 

"God you’re so deep, so fucking deep,” she moaned and you kept your eyes glued to her, watching the pleasure overtake her body. 

“You like when I fuck your pussy like this? You like when I use you in public like a dirty little slut?” 

Ahin’s bliss kept her from answering, the pleasure wreaking havoc on all her senses as she rested her head on your shoulder, wrapping her luscious legs around your waist to help take some of her weight off.

Neither of you were a stranger to messing around in public, but the thrill of anyone able to come into the unlocked bathroom while you were balls deep in your girlfriend wasn’t any less hot.

“Y-yes, daddy, fuck me just like this! More daddy, fuck me harder!”

You were going to fuck Ahin hard enough that anyone left inside the restaurant would hear her. Squeezing her ass even more, you slammed harshly inside her and pistoned your hips, finding the right angle to slam into her cunt with. You could hear how wet she was before you felt it, her juices leaking everywhere, dripping down your balls and her thighs, leaving a mess on the tile floor. 

“You’re so fucking hot, I can’t stand it. I love how your pussy feels.” 

“I’m so glad, daddy. I love what you’re doing to me, I’m so fucking wet. Don’t stop, even after you blow your load in me.”

She had such a filthy mouth and you loved it. Her tightness was overwhelming, clamping down so firmly on your dick as you pounded into her, it was amazing you’d lasted this long. 

The rawness of the situation, the public setting, the way Ahin was constantly moaning into your ears, it was far too much. Your cock was drowned with her juices, the rhythm constant as you fucked into her tight hole as harshly as you could, her big tits bouncing with every thrust that rocked her slim sexy body.

With every entrance into her, Ahin grew tighter and tighter, setting off signals that she was approaching climax. 

“D-daddy, c-can I cum? P-please?” She had learned her lesson, and you didn’t feel a need to deny her again. 

“Of course. All over my cock, princess.” 

You could sense her relief as her limbs tightened around your body, becoming an absolute mess as her pussy tightened almost painfully and pulsated around your shaft. Her breathing became heavy and deep, throwing her head back as she came all over your shaft.

You kept the motions going and fucked her through her orgasm, not letting her recover as you selfishly chased your own pleasure. Keeping her tight body in your arms, squeezing the soft flesh of her ass you kept up the moments in your hips, letting her feel every inch.

Letting the last fleeting moments of pleasure take control of your body, you savored the hot flesh of Arin’s slick pussy as you slid inside and out at a pace you couldn’t keep up for much longer.  

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” you growled, harshly pounding into Ahin as deep as you could, the sounds of skin slapping loud enough to be heard outside. 

“Fill me, daddy. Please, I need it dripping down my thighs, cum inside your little slut.”

Her begging was the exact encouragement you needed, giving everything as you continued to fuck her against the wall as long as you could last. 

You suspected anyone outside could hear, maybe they didn’t care, or maybe they were outside with their ear to the wall. Either way, you wanted to finish before someone showed up, and you weren’t intent on drawing this out.

The final moments felt eternal. You and Ahin staring into each other’s eyes, waiting for that peak to hit, for you to explode at any point. It was beautiful as it was hot.

Your breathing stalled and you couldn’t take it anymore, throbbing inside Ahin as you deposited your load deep inside her pussy, groaning loudly enough for anyone within range to hear. She watched the contorted expressions on your face, as you pumped as many times as your body would let you as you filled Ahin to the brim with hot cum, her tight pussy milking every last drop out of your shaft. 

Ahin had never looked so satisfied. You kept yourself inside her for as long as you could take it, but the weight of her body in your exhausted state was too much as you let her down gingerly and pulled yourself out of her as her limbs unraveled around you.

Trying to catch your breath you detached from one another, Ahin’s legs felt weak, and you watched proudly as your load leaked from between her flushed thighs and began dripping down.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk out of here,” Ahin said with a smirk as she fell to her knees. It so happened that she was at the perfect eye level to your cock, sucking you clean as she played with the remnants of the hot load that was still inside her freshly fucked pussy.

“I’ll carry you if I need to, but we should get out of here, we defiled it enough,” you said, dressing back up and trying to clean up as best as you could. There weren’t enough paper towels in the world to clean what you did to that bathroom.

Ahin pulled herself together with the limited energy she had left, pulling her straps back and her dress down, checking herself in the mirror.

“You really ravaged me,” she smiled tiredly upon seeing her messy disheveled hair in the mirror and deciding against fixing it. 

“Can’t say you didn’t deserve it.” 

“Oh, I definitely did.” 

“It’s a shame we’ll have to wait another two months to come back here.” 

“We don’t need a reservation for you to fuck me in the bathroom.” 

“You make a very good point.”

You were scared to even open the door at this point, slowly letting it creak open as you took a peek. Not a soul. Seeing Ahin on spaghetti legs, barely moving and fatigued you quickly picked her up and carried her to the car, not wanting to dawdle.

“One of these days we’re going to get caught,” you said, helping her sit inside the passenger side. 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

She kissed you as she buckled in, you closed her door and headed to the other side. 

Starting the car, you looked at Ahin in her post-sex afterglow, still beautiful as ever.

“Are we heading home?” she asked weakly, still feeling the effects of the night.

"No...not until I have my dessert."

[bcmbshcll]

⌜ * ☆ SCOTTISH SLANG WORDS/PHRASES MASTERLIST

i won’t lie, i rarely use these words/phrases just because where i’m from which is the capital, but where i live a lot of people use it, i was brought up in a a little better area before moving to where i am now, with that being said I just wanted to create a master list of things we say, it all really depends where you’re from as well, so if you’re creating a character from Glasgow you’d give that character a really rough scottish voice and use some scottish slang and that would be called glaswegian, and when you go further up the country the more of these words you’ll most likely here. so just keep in mind not every scottish person speaks like this it depends where you base your character from. 

aye — this is pronounced like eye, it means yes.

a, ah — means, I

a wiz like — means, I was like

am no — means, I’m not

a(h)naw — means, as well

aboot — means, about

aff yer heed — means, off your head

aw — means,  all

a am’ nae — means, i am not

amen’t ah — means, aren’t I

baccy — means, tobacco

bairn — means, child

bampot — i included this bc a tv show had it and actually put up a subtitle saying whit it meant, it means idiot.

banger — firework, but also penis. away you ‘nd chew ma banger.

batter — to beat up

bawbag — have ye heard of hurricane bawbag ?? it means scrotum.

baws — balls.

bawheid — ballhead

boaby — police

boggin — smellin, dirty, that’s boggin

bolt — go away.

buckie — gOT MA BOTTLE OF BUCKIE AND A FIVER DEAL. scottish finest that is buckfast.

burd — girlfriend

cannae — cannot

chum — you gonna chum me to the shops ?? to accompany

claes — clothes

cauld — cold

cummoan — come on

da — dad

dafty — ya dafty, someone is being dumb and silly

dinnae — don’t

diddy — did he?

dingy — to ignore

div — yer a div, an idiot

doon — down, as long as yer haudin’ me doon, doon, doon.... scottish 5h anyone??

dinna ken — don’t know

dug — dog

eh — what ??

empty — when yer parent’s are oot of toon, you’ve got an empty for the night have a fuckin’ party

fae — from

fag — cigarette 

fanny — vagina, but used as an insult, hERE YOU UR A FUCKIN FANNY.

feart — scared

fitba — football/soccer

gaff — house

gan — go

Gaun yersel' - Congratulations gammie - An injured body part ("Canny play, I've got a gammie leg") gaun - going ("am gaun hame"), or, go on/and ("gaun shut the fuck up) gantin'/Gaggin' fur it - begging for - (See her, she's pure gantin' fur sex)

glasgae — glasgow

goat — got

gonnae no dae that — please don’t do that, gonnae no dae that, why? just gonnae no.

gob — mouth, keep yer gob shut

greet — am gonnae greet, i’m going to cry

hame — home

hen — right naw do i look like a fucking chicken?? its our way of saying how are you love, but we say how are ye hen?

hoose — house

how? — why?

how no? — why not?

isnae — is not

jag/jab — injection/punch

janny — janitor

knob — penis

laddie — boy

lecky — electricity

lassie — girl

lugs — ears

mair — more

maist — most

maw/ma — mum

messages — groceries/shopping

mental — insane

mibay — maybe

midden — mess

minger — messy, dirty, smelly person

mink — unhygienic person.

mon(moan) then — challenge to fight

the morn/the morns morning — tomorrow/tomorrow morning

munter — ugly person

nae danger — no chance

naw — no

ned — troublemaker (chav)

nippin — stinging

numpty — the loving way to call someone an idiot

nut — no

oaf — off

Och awa' an' dinna talk pish - You're talking a load of rubbish

oan yer bike/trolley — go away

oot — out

oot yer nut — drunk

pan — pan ma windeez in, break my windows in

pish — piss

pished/plastered — drunk

polis — police

plenty — enough

pure — very, totally

quality — amazing, brilliant

radge — crazy or angry

rat-arsed — lets get drunk

reek — smell bad

raging — angry

scheme — council housing

scooby — clue (no clue)

scram — go away

scran — to eat

sesh — to go out drinking

shan — shame

shite — poo

simmer — calm down

skelp — to hit someone

skint — broke af aka me

solid — hard/tough

speccy — to describe someone who wears glasses

square go — to fight

swally — swallow

tad — tiny bit (it’s a tad small i say when i look at his penis)

tae — to

talking oot yer fanny lips — lying

tan — smash 

wallap (wa-lup) – to hit someone/thing

wan / ane — one

wank — short for wanker, wank, wank, good guy, wank, wank or when a male decides he wants tae cum but he’s got naewan, so he goes for a wank

weegie — someone from glasgow

whae — with?

whit/wit? — what?

windaez — windows

yeez — yous

yer — your

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Make You Feel My Love [part 9]

yes this is is ... another update ... and depending on what people think and how everything is received and such - this might be the final part! ... it’s been over a year but is the princely jaehwanie coming to an end? I guess we’ll see! ... no more rambling ... I hope you are all having a wonderful day / night! :) ... feel free to (actually please do) let me know what you think of this part of the story - I’m really curious 

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[ cover artwork by My_Type on AFF ]

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Reader x Jaehwan

2,521 Words

Angst / Fluff

The birthday celebrations didn’t feel the same this year, and you knew there were plenty of reasons why. You simply didn’t want to dwell on them. You didn’t want to think about how you had lost your father to the rebels who were trying to steal your kingdom. Or how two of your family members were a part of the rebellion. You didn’t want to try and sort out the idea that Hakyeon, your best friend and companion for so many years, was actually your brother. And most of all, you didn’t want to try and sort out everything that was going on with Jaehwan.

To keep up the best public appearances, you sat side by side at the main table of the feast. And yet, you felt like you had never been farther apart from anyone in your life. Most of the night you had tried to avoid even glancing in his direction. He had known everything all along about Hakyeon and had suspected about the rebellion, and yet he had never said anything to you about it. You weren’t even sure how you felt about him anymore. You had been trying to keep your heart detached from any feelings you might have for him, as it was all just a show. And yet, your heart didn’t seem to agree. You had slowly felt the stirrings of fondness and more for the prince you had married, and a part of you didn’t want to stop yourself any more. However, the betrayal of everything was too much of a wedge between you at the moment.

Even though the celebrations were supposed to be for you, you had never felt more alone. Normally during your birthday feasts you would be joking with Hakyeon while your father would be sitting on your other side chuckling at your antics and your mother’s exasperated reactions. This time you were sitting with Jaehwan on one side of you while the other seat remained empty out of the memory of your father. Your mother sat in her normal seat beside the empty chair as well, and you could tell she hadn’t been getting much rest. Her normally impeccable appearance seemed to have worn thin. The exhaustion and grief was still easily visible, and it made you wonder how badly it had changed you. With everything going on and all the stress, you had barely had a moment to yourself, and rarely in front of any mirrors.

You tried to keep up appearances by smiling and chatting with any of the other nobles and such who passed by the table to wish you a happy birthday, but you felt your energy starting to wane. Rather than being here in the center of attention, you would much rather be back in your chambers curled up with a book or trying to get a little more sleep. Of course, you had a role to play. You couldn’t let any of your subjects down. They would worry about you if you were absent from your own birthday feast or if they suspected that you weren’t enjoying yourself as much as you normally did. So instead of running to hide away in your chambers again, you simply sat there with the perfect imitation smile on your face while you played along that everything was fine.

“Princess?”

You blinked at the sound of someone’s voice, having gotten lost in your thoughts. Jaehwan’s face was right in front of you and you managed to swallow your squeak of surprise. Frowning slightly, you pulled back from him. “Yes, Jaehwan?”

You watched his face fall slightly at the coldness in your voice, but you refused to let yourself feel bad for it. He pulled back, shifting in his seat. “I had simply asked if you were enjoying yourself. I apologise.” He paused for a moment before shifting and turning to face out into the hall again.

You could tell that he was upset, although you reminded yourself that he had in part caused things to be the way they were. If he had be straightforward with you and not kept all the secrets from you, then you might have been able to handle everything a little easier. You might have been able to accept that the best friend you had known for years and had been by your side through everything was closer than that.

But then again, you knew there would really be no way that you could have prepared for any of this to happen. There is nothing that could have made it easier to get through everything that had been happening. You knew that. But it still upset you that the people you had trusted the most had been hiding things from you.

The feel of a hand reaching to take yours made you jump and startle before realizing that it was Jaehwan’s hand. You turned to him with a slight frown, ignoring the hurt in his eyes. Even if he was smiling and trying to keep up appearances, you could see the hurt in his eyes. It was strange to think that you had only known him for such a short period of time, and yet you could already tell his emotions just by his eyes. You didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that seeing the hurt in his eyes gave your own heart a small tug.

“Princess, the display is ready for you. Whenever you would like to watch.” One of the members of the special teams who worked with the celebrations came to stand in front of the table with a bow. “We hope the display with be an unforgettable one as a fitting honor for your birthday.”

You nodded and he walked back down to the entrance of the feast hall. While you normally couldn’t wait for the nighttime display every year, this year you didn’t feel quite up to it. You knew it wouldn’t be the same, even if they claimed it would be a great show. Forcing yourself to take another bite from one of the meat pies that Sanghyuk’s mother had prepared, you tried to push your spirits higher.

Unable to force yourself to keep up a smile for much longer, you stood and turned to Jaehwan. “Shall we go out?” At least in the nighttime darkness you wouldn’t have to worry as much about keeping up appearances. He nodded and stood, offering you his arm again, which you took without looking at him again.

The viewing area for the nighttime displays felt colder than it had in the past. While it had always been cold, simply from being outside and without any protection from the weather, this year it seemed even moreso. As everyone followed your lead and filtered out into the viewing area you tried to suppress a shiver, but before you knew it a cloak was draped around your shoulders. You turned to see that it had been Jaehwan’s, and you frowned up at him. “Don’t be stupid, now you will get sick instead.”

He shrugged, crossing his arms across his chest, his voice soft. “Better me than you, princess.”

You scoffed before you heard the sounds of the display preparing to start. You heard Sir Taekwoon shuffle slightly behind you and you turned to see the knight standing with a frown on his face. He grumbled softly. “I don’t like this. We’re out in the open in the dark.” He seemed to almost be fidgeting, and it started to make you a little nervous. You had never seen the knight like this.

Just then the night sky burst into color as the display started. Colors burst through the sky and you turned your head up, trying to let go and enjoy the display. The displays had always been your favorite part of the birthday celebrations, so it felt a shame to not at least try to enjoy it. You watched as the colors changed, bursting into life for a moment before the next appeared. It was just as beautiful as always, and you felt a smile slowly starting to spread across your face for the first time in a while.

The display seemed to have almost frozen time and you couldn’t stop staring up at the colors. Each burst more beautiful than the last. For the moment you let yourself forget about everything that had been happening. You let yourself be happy and carefree again.

You felt the attention from beside you and turned to see Jaehwan staring at you with a soft yet unreadable expression. “You’re supposed to watch the sky display. People will think you didn’t like it.”

“You are infinitely more beautiful than any cheap fireworks. So how could I ever look anywhere else but you?” His voice was soft and you almost couldn’t hear him over the sounds of the display still going on.

Shaking your head, you turned back to stare at the sky. “You must be blind as well as naive then. But your words won’t win much.” You curled your fingers into the fabric of the cloak, trying to pull it closer to stop the shivers from the cold.

The display continued on and you watched as it grew, heading towards the grand finale. Every year the finale seemed to be competing with the previous years to outdo each of the others, and you were excited to see what this year’s finale would bring.

Just as the display seemed to be reaching the peak, you noticed movement from your side and then Jaehwan was knocking into you, causing you to fall. There was a tiny moment of pause before sudden chaos broke out. Sir Taekwoon grabbed another man who had ran into Jaehwan and you watched as Jaehwan fell to the ground beside you.

You had started to stand and offered your hand to Jaehwan to help him up as well when you felt the wetness on his hand. Dropping down to the ground again beside him, your hands hovered over him. You weren’t sure what was going on, but your chest was tight and your eyes started to burn.

“Jaehwan?” You tried to keep your voice as steady as possible, but it cracked slightly on the end of his name. “What-”

He reached and took your hand in his and you tried to ignore the slick feeling between his fingers. “My princess. I’m sorry.”

That was when it truly hit you. Blood. You shook your head, tears starting to slide down your cheeks. “No. This isn’t really happening. Please.” You moved to pull him off the ground, placing your body around his, not even registering your dress getting ruined by both the ground and the blood. “No.”

Jaehwan smiled at you and squeezed your hand slightly. “It’s okay. Don’t cry.” He reached up, gently wiping your cheek. “Your smile is so much more beautiful. Don’t cry. Everything will be okay. You’re safe.”

Your chest felt even tighter, not sure how you could breathe. “Jaehwan, you-”

“Shh, it’s going to be okay. Don’t worry about me.” He smiled up at you again, and you saw a momentary flash of pain across his face and you choked back a sob. “I have always loved you, my princess. You know that, right?” His voice had grown softer and you tried not to panic even more. “Ever since you dropped the frog down the back of my jacket in the middle of the great hall. Seokjin laughed at me so much that night. He said that I stared at you like a man dying of thirst would stare at a glass of water.” You saw another twinge of pain pass across his face, and you weren’t sure if it was from his wound or the memory. “I was the one who asked your father for the engagement. I had hoped to gain your love. Or at least a small bit of fondness. Instead-”

“You haven’t granted me my favor!” You interrupted him, your heart aching in your chest. “You haven’t granted me my favor from the tournament. My knight beat yours. You owe me a favor!” Your voice shook as you felt yourself panicking.

Jaehwan smiled at you again with a slight nod. “I do. And I will give you whatever you want, my princess.”

You felt more tears rolling down your cheeks again and you had to clear your throat before your voice would work. “Kiss me and don’t leave me. Please.” You tried to take a deep breath to calm down even the slightest, but a sob broke free again and you pulled Jaehwan closer to you. “I tried to stop myself from it, but I do love you. I wanted to protect myself. This was an arranged marriage, I didn’t think-” Your voice broke and you shook your head. “Just kiss me and don’t leave me, Jaehwan. That is the only favor I want. Please.”

He smiled at you again, his eyes watering. “That’s two requests, my princess.” He cupped your cheek with one hand and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours softly. You reached to cling your arms around him, not wanting to let go.

Then Jaehwan’s hand slid from your face and you felt him grown slack in your arms. Pulling back slightly you saw his eyes closed and aside from your hand that had curled in his hair, his head would have lolled back. “No.” You shook your head, your chest tight. “No. Jaehwan. Wake up. Jaehwan!”

Sir Wonshik dropped to his knees on the other side of Jaehwan and you heard the knight’s gasp. “Prince!” His hands reached out to try and pull him from you and you panicked and clung tighter. “Princess, we need to get you both inside.” He dropped his voice and leaned closer so you could hear him over the chaos that you had been ignoring. “The rebellion is attacking. I need to get you to safety. It was-” His voice broke off before he shook his head. “Come on, I’ll carry him inside, just stay as close to me as you can.

You had never felt the need to sneak around the castle where you lived, even as a child when you were playing tricks, so the feeling was new, but you kept to the shadows and hurrying through the corridors until you reached Sanghyuk’s room. Hurrying inside behind Sir Wonshik, you turned to find the other knight standing with his sword in hand, his eyes wide.

Sanghyuk and Sir Wonshik quickly moved to lay Jaehwan on the bed before Sir Wonshik turned back to Sanghyuk. “The rebellion is here. Stay with her. I’ll be back when it’s safe again.”

When Sir Wonshik moved back towards the door, the light from the lamps in the room hit Jaehwan and you gasped. There was blood covering his chest and stomach, and his face had turned a frighteningly pale shade. This was because he was protecting you. Because he loved you.

You only managed to take a few steps towards him, a soft whisper of his name on your lips, before you collapsed into darkness as well.

[ part ten ]

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3. Tao (Cerca Trova)

Masterpost <– Part 2 | Part 4 –>

Short: After what happened to your boyfriend Suho, you have to leave the comfort of your home and live up to your promise. For him. (this can be read as a one shot)

Type: Angst, a little bit of fluff, shit loads of dialogue Words: 3988  Pairings: (Reader X Suho), platonic!Reader X Chen Warnings: ahhh nothing? a bit of angst. 

Read it HERE on AFF or on tumblr :3

Barcelona 19:50

Your flight to Barcelona was long, but you didn’t hate flying so it was fine. You picked a cheap hotel not to far away from the airport, to start. This city was big as well, and your Spanish wasn’t any better than your Kazakh, but maybe your French would help. The location however, on the polaroid seemed more easy to find. It was a cafe, so more people might know the place. It wasn’t a picture of a part of a building, it was actually the front. It was a little too blurry to read the name of the cafe, but the doors were white and the walls grey. There were little wooden chair outside, with an open parasol. It looked cozy, and you’d love to sit there for a while, enjoying the sun. 

For now though, you checked into your hotel and went up to your room. You spread the pictures out on the cover of the bed. Jongdae’s picture you put with the other pictures that belonged to him, and you wrote his name on the back along with his number, 21. Suho’s pictures also went together with his number, 01. What number would you meet this time? Would this be Jongin’s location? The boy who’d saved you and abandoned you at the same time. How would you ever find someone who teleported, he could be anywhere right? You let yourself fall back after you’d neatly stacked all the pictures back into the little box. After finding Jongdae you had a little more hope of finding the others, you just hoped they’d all be so nice. You remember the feeling of his lips against yours, the little spark you’d felt. He was Suho’s brother, you’d never date him, but he deserved it really. He would call you soon, you were sure of it. Just to check on you maybe. Tomorrow your search would start, beginning in the city centre. But now, now you were going to take a rest from your trip. So your changes, brushed your teeth and got under the covers.

The next day you took a metro to the city centre, navigating here was easier. And french did help somewhat, luckily. You found yourself a large pastry store and bought a croissant there, you’d missed those. The store owner was nice and you showed her the picture. “I’m looking for this, do you know where it is?” To your surprise, there was a young girl standing next to you, maybe 16. She translated for you, and you thanked her. The lady frowned, and went then pointed somewhere outside, mumbling something in Spanish. The girl tapped your arm. “She says it’s called Cafe Kafka, it’s a few blocks from here, to the left of the church.” Your eyes were wide in surprise, were you really this close? Would it really be this easy? “Thank you so much, thank you.” With your croissant in hand you ran over the street, following to the place they’d pointed you. A few blocks, how many? You slowed down, taking a bite, and roamed around for a little. Then you stopped. There, right in the centre of a little plaza, was the cafe. It was small, but it was definitely there. Cafe Kafka. For a moment you just stood and watched, and then you went inside. But wait, this was a cafe, does that mean he comes here every day? Or is it a one time thing. The floor above seemed to be holding apartments, maybe he lived there? Should you just knock or? You finished your croissant, and went inside to just get some coffee and think. It seemed fancier on the inside, and you ordered a cappuccino. There was a nice place in the corner, and you sat down there. You noticed then, that the seat was warm. Like someone had just sat here, but the table was already cleaned and cleared. What if it was him? Were you too hopeful? Maybe you were. When your drink came you thanked the owner and grabbed your laptop from your back. There was wifi here, thank god. You logged on and went to your email, sending one to your parents.

Dear mom and dad, I’m in Barcelona right now, sitting at a small cafe near the city centre. Almaty was beautiful, and I think I liked it better until now. Although the Spanish language is better. I hope you guys are doing okay, and that you don’t miss me too much. I’ll send you some pictures later when I get the time to transfer them from my camera. Love, Y/n.

You also went and called your friend over Skype, but she didn’t pick up. Maybe she was out or something. So you decided to just text her, giving her a similar message you’d given your parents. When you locked your phone, you saw the picture of you and Suho, his face buried in the crook of your neck, holding you from behind. It made you a little sad again, remembering how happy you were. You had to be happy now as well, to be strong. You remember the stories, about the others. How Suho told you Jongdae had tried to comfort him when they were in that van, and you remembered him mentioning Zitao. Zitao who had cried on his shoulder there. Jongin and Sehun, their youngest, and Yifan, their eldest who hadn’t survived. You remembered Yixing who had gotten captured first, who’d screamed for his freedom. Luhan, who was lost, and might never be found. If you could, you’d go out and find him, but that was worse than looking for a needle in a haystack. At leat you’d know to tell a needle from hay… When you finished your cappuccino, you’d browsed your social media, you’d ordered another one, and the hope was sinking. Finding the location so soon gave you false hope, maybe he was near, and not just here. No, you told yourself, you couldn’t give up that easily. You had to keep going, maybe if you came back a few days at different times. Maybe he’d already been here, or only comes around later in the day, or just on thursdays and mondays. It was Tuesday now. So you just told yourself you’d spend half a day here for two weeks. The rest of the day you could roam around and see other places, might as well enjoy the time here right? It was nearing 2pm, so you paid the bill and went to look through some places.

1 week later Barcelona 10:09

It was Tuesday again, and you still hadn’t seen a single asian boy in the cafe. They were all asian right? Suho mentioned four of them having been from China, and the rest from Korea. So you just assumed you weren’t looking for a blue eyed blonde boy. You were drinking your cappuccino, you’d lost count of how many you’ve had here but they’re really nice. The flavour was full and the milk was really foamy, plus the tiny cookies were to die for. The owned by now recognised your face, and greeted you every time. It would’ve been easier if you spoke Spanish, to ask him maybe if he’d seen someone, but sadly his English was terrible. You’d chatted to your friend on skype yesterday, she was excited to see your face. The two of you talked about small things, the places you’ve been and things you visited, people you met. Apparently she was dating someone now, and you were happy for her. The little bell of the store rang, and someone stepped in. You lifted your head from the book you’d gotten from a local store. The guy who stepped in made you look twice. He was slim, tall, and gorgeous. His skin was flawless, sharply defined features, like a fox. The colour of his hair was light blonde, and he was wearing a black turtleneck with a blazer, and white and black checkered pants. He looked at you, frowned and stepped over. You held your breath as he moves, silently and graciously. “I’m sorry, this is my table.” He spoke in a bit bracketed English. You blinked a few times, but you couldn’t utter out a word. Was he one one of them, one of Suho’s brothers? “Hello, can you please move from my table?” he asked again, a bit louder this time. “Uh…I’m sorry,” you stumbled, getting up, not knowing what to do really. The way you met Jongdae had been much easier. He sat down and you picked up your coffee, placing it on a nearby table. You watched him open his paper, as the owner brought an espresso to his table. “Staring is impolite.” He mumbled. “Huh?” “Stop staring.” His voice was sharp and harsh and it took you aback. You looked down at your table, how could you ask him this, maybe he was a random stranger. He didn’t seem nice, and you really had no intention of upsetting him or causing a scene. Your duffle bag was by your feet, as you were moving to a hotel closer by the other side of the city today. Maybe you should show him the blanket, Jongdae had seemed to recognise that, or your necklace? For a second you looked to your side, and you met his eyes, he glared at you. You decided then, that it wasn’t him, it couldn’t be him. Someone that seemed so menacing. So you paid the bill and got up, taking your belongings and leaving the cafe. One more week, you told yourself mentally, one more week and you’d move on. You’d find a way to ring the apartments upstairs to see if he lived there. While strolling back to your new hotel, you passed crowds of tourists, and calm almost empty streets. This city was diverse, and changed the further you got to the outskirts. You just hoped you hadn’t wasted your time.

3 days later

You were sitting at the cafe again when your phone rang, it was Jongdae. “Hi there.” You said, picking up. “Hey.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “How’ve you been? Did you find anybody yet?” You sighed deeply, rubbing your temple. “No, I found the location, on my first day here. But I haven’t found him yet…” “Where are you at?” “I’m at a cafe, something small but fancy.” Jongdae was quiet for a little, probably thinking. You heard a soft bark on the other line. “Is Kris with you?” “Yeah, I’m home right now.” He said. “You said a cafe, fancy? Makes me think of only two people, one of them being Junmyeon and the other Zitao.” You nodded. “What does Zitao look like? So I can scout out for him, who knows it might help.” “Tao is, one of our younger ones. He’s tall, skinny probably, he has a bit of a feline like face. Sharp eyes and lips, will probably wear expensive looking clothes and possibly earrings as well.” It sounded an awful lot like the guy from Tuesday. “I saw someone, he was ab it foxy, like you described, with blonde hair. But he was really rude and snappy. Told me to move away from the table because it’s his. Was quiet most of the time though.” “Sounds like something he’d do.” Jongdae said. “If it’s him though, go easy on telling him about Junmyeon. He was really close to him, he might snap at you if he thinks you work for the people of the asylum.” “He has a short fuse?” “Zitao is a bit…eccentric. His power is time, so everything feels very odd to him, time passes him by in a way. But he’s also really whiny and rude, like you said.” You took a sip of your drink. “Jongdae, how have you been? Did you find a new place yet?” “Yes, I’m moving out in 2 weeks.” “That’s great.” “I’m not telling you where I’m going though.” He mused. “Because you won’t tell me where you are.” You chuckled, it was nice to laugh. “Because I don’t want you to secretly follow me.” “I wouldn’t.” He whined. “I just want to know if you’re okay.” A soft laugh escaped your lips, at his concern and tone of voice. “I’m okay Jongdae, don’t worry.” “I just wonder if they might come to find you or something. I worry.” “Jongdae, you barely know me.” “As the brother of your boyfriend, I feel it’s kind of my job to look after you now. If he can’t I will do it, so please if anything happens call me. Or if you need someone to talk to.” He spoke, and you heard little Kris bark again. “Kris misses you too.” “I will Jongdae, thank you. Tell Kris I said hi, I need to hang though. Otherwise I’m going to run out of minutes for this month. Foreign phone calls are expensive.” “Ah yeah, talk soon okay?” “Bye Jongdae.” “Bye y/n.” You hung up the phone and sighed again, rubbing your temples and finishing your coffee. If only this was as easy. You’d have to somehow talk to that guy from earlier this week. The bell went off again, and there was a sound of fancy shoes on the tile floor. A movement in the corner of your eyes as someone sat down in the corner table. In his spot. You dared lift your eyes to the person and found him, wearing the exact same clothes, his hair styles in the exact same way. Something about him could be a model, his features to flawless and unique. There wasn’t a single blemish on his skin, let it be for the slight dark circles under his eye. He took a sip of his coffee, and you adverted your gaze, before he caught you staring again. Courage, you’d need courage to do this. So you took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a second and willing yourself to just do it. You spoke; “Zitao?” His head immediately whipped to the side, eyes wide and startled. “How do you know my name?” “Uhmm, I….” “You work for them don’t you.” He was up in an instant, and everything around you seemed to slow. Or he seemed to speed, up, you weren’t a hundred percent sure. He was out of the door in a flash. 

Thing flickered back to normal when the door fell shut behind him, the owner dropping his cup, coffee spilling on the floor. You stood up quickly, leaving money on the table and sprinting after him. But out on the street he was nowhere to be seen. You scanned around, there weren’t a lot of people, and he shouldn’t be hard to spot. Checkered pants slipped around a corner on your right and you went in that direction. You ran, and ran, calling out his name. But he never stopped, he occasionally looked back to see if you were still following him. “Zitao stop!” you called, running out of breath. “Please!” he was way faster than you,and you were going to loose track of him. In a moment of dread, you yelled the only thing you thought of. “Junmyeon is dead!” Then he stopped, he stopped dead in his tracks but didn’t turn around. You closed in on him, stopping a few feet away and leaning on your knees. “Please tell me you’re lying, and said that to come and take me away.” He said flatly. “I wish I could.” You answered him. He turned around, facing you with no emotion whatsoever in his eyes. “What year is it?” “It’s 2017, July 25th.” “It’s been exactly 1381 days since I’ve last seen him.” Zitao stated. “Since I’ve last seen any of them. It’s weird you know, it seems like yesterday, like only a week passed. I don’t feel a day older. Time passes so quickly.” You nodded, stepping a little closer to him. “Zitao, do you want to sit down and talk?” “I don’t want anything to do with you.” He growled suddenly. “With any of you.” “Zitao please.” You reached out for his arm but he flinched away. “Zitao I just want to talk.” “NO!” he yelled, so loud it made you flinch now. “No, I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to see them. I don’t want to sit here and see how they wither away with age while I stay the same.” His voice was erratic and his hands were trembling. “Junmyeon isn’t dead, he’s not. He’s happy somewhere, happy and smiling, and content. Don’t come here and tell me these lies!” You didn’t know what to do, you could only watch this boy as he fisted his hands in his hair. “Go away!” he yelled at you, tears shining in the corners of his eyes. “GO THE FUCK AWAY!” There was nothing else you could do, you were on the verge of breaking down, and you didn’t need to give him the satisfaction. So you turned around and left, left him standing in the middle of the empty street, crying for his brother. You left with a hurt feeling in your chest, walking slowly to your apartment and picking up some food on the way. Not that you really had an appetite,but 4 chicken nuggets would have to do for now. You had to eat something. This room was a little bigger than the previous one, and you stripped to get under the shower and wash away the feeling. Wondering whether more of them would react this way, you rinsed the shampoo from your hair and stepped out again. The room smelled a bit old, and it looked so, but the bed was nice. So you laid down wrapped in a huge white towel and took out your phone. Should you call Jongdae? Tell him what happened? You stared at your phone for a while and decided it might be better to call him tomorrow, because you’d be waking him up now. So you just went to sleep

The next morning you slept in, you felt lethargic and down. How would you be able to deal with this every time. The distress and fear and anger in Zitao’s screams. For a second you had been afraid the police would come to the sound, or at least nearby people. But nobody did, and you left him there on his own. You wondered if he didn’t really miss them, if he really didn’t want to see them. You contemplated getting food and staying in the room all day, but maybe also found it worth it to check by the cafe and see if Tao was there. So you showered again, free water was good, and it calmed you a little. It was another warm day, and you pushed you’re baseball cap on a little further to shade your eyes. It was a Saturday, so it was more busy, and your wait for food was a little longer. You left a tip, because you’d eaten at this place every day and it hadn’t disappointed you yet. After shopping for some things you’d needed by now, and going to a place to do laundry, you went to the cafe. It was a bit busier, and you actually took seat outside after checking if Zitao was there. But he wasn’t. The sun was pleasant on your skin, and there was a soft breeze right there. Zitao never came, and he didn’t come the next day, or the day after that. And the second week of waiting had passed and you never saw a sign of him again. You’d even asked the owner, and he said he hadn’t seen Zitao in a long time. That he’d been coming here religiously every day at the same time. But not anymore after what happened with you. You’d apologised and moved away. You decided to write him a letter, to let him know what was up. Not that you know where he lived, but you’d leave it at the cafe.

Zitao

I apologise for scaring you last week, or whenever it was when you read this. I’m writing this because of your brother, Junmyeon. I am, or well, was his girlfriend. We lived happily together for quite a while until he mentioned to me what had happened to you all, his powers, yours the asylum. I loved him so much, and then that day, they came for him. They came for him and they killed him. He died to save me and for that I am sorry. As his dying wish he asked me to find you all, to see if you were safe and help you to relocate. I am sorry for upsetting you, it was not in my intention. But I hope you’re okay. I won’t bother you anymore after this, but know it’s probably safer if you change name and relocate after this. I’m sad I couldn’t do this more securely, and not lead them your way, but I wasn’t made for that. I’m just another girl My phonenumber is on the back of this card, if you ever need anything, or want someone to talk to. Don’t hesitate to call me.

Y/n.

You’d given the envelope to the owner the next day, saying it was for him. He’d nodded, and put it on the counter. You’d never really know if he’d ever see it, but it was a little sliver of hope wasn’t it? A few hours later you found yourself in an internet cafe, together with the photo’s. You’d written Zitao’s name on the back of his, but his number was yet unknown to you. Maybe you could ask Jongdae when he called again, he’d sure know. You’d flipped them over, and drawn a random card. That card would tell you your next destination. You were happy to see it, it was a city you’d always wanted to go. So you’d logged onto a booking site, and found a not to expensive flight there. You didn’t really care for luxury in that way, right now it was important to save money where you could. Because there were faraway flights that would cost you a lot. More so than this one. When your phone rang you picked it up before you looked. “Y/n.” “Hey sweetie!” “Hey mom!” you smiled, logging off the internet quickly. “I just saw you booked a new ticket.” You sighed. “You don’t have to check my bank account, really.” “No, sweetie, we want to just give you a little extra, so we’ve covered the expenses for this one for you.” It silenced you for a little, and you felt tears prick at your eyes. “Thank you so much mom, that means a lot.” “Everything for our daughter. We know how important this is to you, but you know you can come home for a while any time you want. We miss you.” A tear slipped away. “Yeah mom, I know. I love you.” “We love you too, y/n. We’re always here for you.” “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” The two of you chatted about the things you’d seen, and your mom mentioned that Snuffs missed you, it was their cat. A grumpy cat at that. You promised to send over some more pictures when you arrived in the next city, where you hoped you’d have better wifi than here. When you hung up, you had to wipe away more tears. You really did miss your family, you were here all alone. God why did you have to be so negative about this al the time. You had to push through. You were seeing the world, this was a positive thing. Suho would’ve wanted to see you happy, and strong, as he’d known you. For him you had to keep pushing. For him, for love, for his brothers.

A/N: This series has been gone for such a long time, and this part kind of sucked I'm sorry. I didn't really have a vision in how to go about this. So I hope you guys liked it, please let me know.

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