#uhh... really hope no one is reading this with a screen reader. sorry.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

5. Smash into the door and shout: "Fuck, it hurts!"

KIM KITSURAGI - "What is this place?" The lieutenant stares at the dusty training equipment.

"It's an adventure!"

"It's the netherworld. Beyond the veil."

"Looks like a gym to me."

"No idea, Kim... but my head hurts... my head hurts *bad*."

"I think this may be the Artemitep's Boxing Club For Young Athletes."

KIM KITSURAGI - "We don't *have to* explore an abandoned gym, you know. Besides, no one's been here in ages..."

"I doubt the electricity still works... Good thing we have a flashlight on us. Don't forget to take it out of your bag before we move on."

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - Some specks of dust shimmer in a faint beam of daylight falling from the window. Other than that, the room is dark.

INLAND EMPIRE [Trivial: Success] - An eerie feeling rises in your chest...

"What if there's a *reason* why no one's been here for ages..."

"Let's just keep going, I'm sure it's just a regular abandoned house, nothing mysterious here."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes, because it's *closed*..."

"No need to look for *supra-natural* explanations where a banal one will do. Now, let's move on, shall we?"

🔊 Wind, Creaking

Sand is dripping from a punchbag...

The poster says: "Citius* *Fortis*... The rest is worn off.

Smells like leather and sweat.

SHOT PUT BALL

A ball used for playing shotput. You feel like you should hold on to this and make good use of it. To sell such beautiful, old school sports equipment would be a sin.

Worn out wallbars. They look unsafe.

BARBELL - A barbell lies on the floor. The colour has worn off its weight plates.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Trivial: Success] - It's 60 kg. Your triceps hum at the sight of these weights. Show the world what kind of beast it's dealing with. Lift them.

VISUAL CALCULUS [Easy: Success] - There are no collars on the barbell. This is a safety hazard.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Why does it feel so familiar?

Is this familiar because I'm a weightlifter?

"Look, Kim, it's a trap. There are no collars on the barbell."

[Physical Instrument - Legendary 14] Lift the barbell.

[Leave.]

INLAND EMPIRE - No, it's not that... It's the stale smell of rubber, the squeaky sound of sneakers, your bruised knee against the mat. And a whistle... then the feeling is gone.

LOGIC [Easy: Success] - It's just a memory.

ENDURANCE [Easy: Success] - A memory from another life -- when you were young and fit.

2. "Look, Kim, it's a trap. There are no collars on the barbell."

KIM KITSURAGI - "You're right, the weights may fall off. Better not touch it then."

"What kind of a bastard would just remove the collars? It should be a felony."

"Actually, I don't really care about safety hazards."

KIM KITSURAGI - "It would be a violation of EPIS safety regulations if the gym was still operating. But it isn't. No one's supposed to come here anymore."

We're going to skip this check for now, partially because it's very low but mostly because I can't put two videos in one post.

4. [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's dark," the lieutenant states the obvious.

"And the flashlight works a lot better if you *hold it in your hand*."

"Fair point. Yes, totally obvious."

"Flashlights go *in* hand?" (Stare at your hand uncomprehendingly.)

"Got it, Kim, no need to rub it in." [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes," the lieutenant says. "You might even call it a *feature* of the universe, that you need to *hold* tools to *use* them."

"That makes so much sense."

"That makes no sense at all."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I'm sorry the fundamental laws of the universe don't seem to agree with you, detective, but the fact remains that it's too dark to see in here without the flashlight..."

"So come on. We've got work to do."

TUTORIAL AGENT - Some areas are inaccessible without your FLASHLIGHT. After you’ve acquired it, go to your INVENTORY and equip it in a HELD slot to continue exploring.

Ok, fine.

🎵Doomed Commercial Area

The hallway is blocked by old windowpanes and debris.

Looks like the remains of the "24th Window" Repair shop.

A large demijohn full of strange liquid...

Is it potable?

Wild animals stare at you in the dark, suffed and mounted.

Poor animals. No rest for their bodies after death.

Airship rotors covered in spider webs. They remind you of blades.

A naked mannequin torso. A strange yellow colour.

Blue velvet, soft to the touch. Moth-bitten.

Skis with "Slipstream" painted on the laminated top layer.

Steel rotor blades bearing a "Slipstream" logo.

CONCEPTUALIZATION - Looks like someone tried to *reconceptualize* their business here.

I don't get it.

[Discard the thought.]

CONCEPTUALIZATION - Look: The skis and rotor blades both bear the same "Slipstream" logo. It seems likely that they started out making one, failed to turn a profit, and then pivoted to producing the other.

But the question is -- which did they start with, and which did they pivot to?

What a strange leap of imagination... And yet they still failed. How sad. [Finish thought.]

That's just speculation. We don't know anything for sure. [Finish thought.]

CONCEPTUALIZATION - That's a good question.

What a strange leap of imagination... And yet they still failed. How sad. [Finish thought.]

CONCEPTUALIZATION - Reality is ruthless.

"PRODUCTION SCHEDULE" FILAMENT MEMORY

The cube-like crisscross of filaments feels oddly fragile in your hand, its intricate structure covered in dust. Silver tape on the side reads: PRODUCTION SCHEDULE. NOTE! This filament contains information that can be read using a radiocomputer.

Well, Soona wanted us to get a filament from a *fridge*, but maybe this is related?

Is this Emma's Atelier?

But where are the clothes it used to display?

Scribbled across a notebook: "Developers of the most advanced RPG in the universe."

PROJECT DREAD BOARD - Your flashlight slides over an old green chalkboard covered in scribbles, sketches and schemes like some ancient cave mural.

Some of the writing has faded with age, but you can still make out sections here and there; photos and drawings have been pinned to the board.

Inspect the drawings.

Inspect the photos.

Inspect the schedule.

Inspect the notes.

[Leave.]

PROJECT DREAD BOARD - These lithe, pointy-eared creatures appear to be different types of *welkins*. You make out autumnal *candle-welkins* casting wax-based magic...

*Translucent welkins* with organs shining under their skin, and even aether welkins -- hailing from the vast emptiness of sidereal space.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Who are all those creatures? Fantasies of a tortured, feverish mind?

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - You should adopt one of those welkins as your *persona*. No longer a mere man -- but a welkin...

PROJECT DREAD BOARD - One of the welkins -- towering among the rest -- appears to be different, however.

Examine the welkin -- this is important.

I don't care -- step back.

PROJECT DREAD BOARD - It's Vaarahamira, a *high welkin* -- his face white and scarred like cracked marble. This is clearly a welkin supremacist. The note says: 'All non-welkin races will be purged.'

The huldur, the dweorg, the humans, and even headless men... all of them. Purged. Imagine a world filled *only* with welkin! Green welkin, dread welkin... and the high welkin to rule them all.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant can't help but comment: "An inordinate amount of time has gone into drawing these little welkin creatures..."

"Why would anyone spend so much time on this?"

"Who *are* these creatures? Who drew them? Are they *real*? I have so many questions..."

(Whisper) "One of them is a welkin supremacist."

"Well. This has been educational -- let's move on from the welkins."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Some people really *like* building a world, I think. Even if it's just for a game."

Hm.

2. "Who *are* these creatures? Who drew them? Are they *real*? I have so many questions..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "This looks like *concept art* for a project. It's not really real."

3. (Whisper) "One of them is a welkin supremacist."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Mhm... political commentary. That one has a great beard too..." The lieutenant nods at the welkin's facial hair.

4. "Well. This has been educational -- let's move on from the welkins."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Just look at those details. So much effort..."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - ...and for what? All gone.

2. Inspect the photos.

PROJECT DREAD BOARD - The photo collage depicts barren, icy landscapes wrapped in perpetual night. You see permafrost and glacial landforms, dead trees groaning under the snow.

Entire oceans have been frozen from shore to shore. There are pictures of settlements on dried up riverbeds, abandoned in a storm. Animal corpses in the dark, carcasses and bones.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Easy: Success] - You see primitive oil rigs built into glaciers -- by *boreal dweorg* -- yurts under the snow, great mammoth-like beasts of burden...

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - Albeit dark and cold, this vision also feels cosy in its own way. Like eggnog, or morphine! A much needed respite from our own world.

PROJECT DREAD BOARD - A pinned postcard reads: 'The heat death scenario -- a desperate fight for geothermal energy engulfs the world as Wirrâl becomes untethered from its sun, drifting through the Universe.'

3. Inspect the schedule.

PROJECT DREAD BOARD - This is a monthly calendar from the year '50. Cryptic words like 'sprint', 'daily minime', and 'GPI' span the marker-drawn grid -- the grand scheme of production and money.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - It looks a bit like an academic calendar. Only much more *brutal*.

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - Everyone is constantly teetering on the edge of the abyss. An abyss of *production*. These squares look orderly but beneath them is chaos, worry, pain...

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - 'Minime' stands for a 'mini-meeting'. It's part of a bigger framework for managing work called R.U.N.. Station 41 tried to implement it a few years ago, but failed.

Keep reading -- what happened?

Step back and look at something else.

PROJECT DREAD BOARD - As time goes on, the numbers in the boxes grow rarer and rarer. The board becomes an empty snowfield in the final days... Only failure and regret dwell in this region.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Looks like they didn't make it." The lieutenant looks at the frigid ice field of nothingness.

+5 XP

PROJECT DREAD BOARD - A note in the bottom left corner of the chalkboard says: "SEE THE PROD. SCHEDULE FILAMENT FOR DETAILS."

4. Inspect the notes.

PROJECT DREAD BOARD - The handwriting is only partly legible, but you can still make out three slogans: 'Call in, tune out!', 'WIRRÂL UNTETHERED', and 'Heat death of the Universe'...

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - The full text reads: 'Heat death of the Universe is the new black'. Another note says: 'The biggest advancement in role-playing systems since the Thirties'.

SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - Outside, a cold wind wraps the building in its bosom. Snowflakes in the wind. An old woman passes what the locals call the Doomed Commercial Area. She tries hard not to look at the bookstore windows. It's *unwise*.

5. [Leave.]

FREQUENCY FIREPLACE - This old fireplace is covered in lines drawn in blue and red marker, the mesh spreading over the stone like blood vessels on alabaster skin. It looks ghostly and strangely ancient.

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - A diagram for summoning some time-forgotten being? The symbols seem very esoteric.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - The whole thing resembles Kedran mosaic tiles. Very Pisantic.

Hold on, how do I know what Kedran mosaic tiles are supposed to look like?

What am I looking at?

[Leave.]

CONCEPTUALIZATION - History classes. Students with their textbooks open, studying the roots of our civilization. Those aquarelle-blue tiles looked beautiful in the sun.

2. What am I looking at?

FREQUENCY FIREPLACE - Radio frequencies, it seems. UKV123.6, UKV123.7, UKV123.9... some written notes too. Sparse and cryptic.

Radio frequencies for what?

FREQUENCY FIREPLACE - Unclear. It looks like a cardiovascular system, split into veins and capillaries. Very advanced.

So we're dealing with something medical here?

This must be an elaborate piece of art.

Of course... (Narrow your eyes.) The anatomy of *the curse*.

+1 Art Cop

FREQUENCY FIREPLACE - You think so? The web is comprised of radio stations. All lead back to one red heart, titled: The Game Master Frequency. A note says: 'This one can listen in on any station it wants?!'

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - Looks like a surveillance programme...

INTERFACING [Medium: Success] - They must have had *massive* airwidth. These things don't come cheap.

Wait, who's the Game Master?

If it's a game, then who's playing?

FREQUENCY FIREPLACE - Someone very important.

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - The leader of a massive on-air game built by these people.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - A conductor for the hundreds of story threads that pass through the Game Master's Frequency.

If it's a game, then who's playing?

FREQUENCY FIREPLACE - Whoever decides to call in to a call-in station, it looks like.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - A list of names under the stations suggests people across *six isolas* would be playing: Mundi, Insulinde, Katla, Graad, Samara, and even Iilmaraa.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - All of this gone, left unrealized.

LOGIC [Easy: Success] - There's no way a little basement studio working *here* could pull anything like this off.

KIM KITSURAGI - "My god..." The lieutenant leans closer, his finger tracking the maddening rhizome. "It's as if the *less money* they had, the more ambitious their project became."

"Mhm. The cost of airwidth alone must have been huge."

"Why do you say that?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Exactly." He nods at the calendar on the chalkboard, wiping his marker-stained fingers clean against his jacket. "This schedule -- I know *doom* when I see it. The company was running out of funding."

+5 XP

What else? (Squint at the lines.)

FREQUENCY FIREPLACE - Nothing. It's just lines on marble, an echo from times long gone. No one has used the fireplace in ages.

MAINFRAME - A dusty radiocomputer sleeps on its wired frame, forgotten and unused. Its keyboard has a rectangular ON/OFF button; a piece of paper still hangs from the printer.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Another radiocomputer..." says the lieutenant, watching you circle around the machine. "Just sitting here without anyone in sight."

REACTION SPEED [Medium: Success] - What he means is that these things cost *money*. Why would anyone just leave it behind?

INTERFACING [Medium: Success] - This is the Rehm Civic radiocomputer, model RC5120, equipped with a Feld mainframe and a Rehm-compatible printer.

"Do you think I should turn it on?"

Turn on the machine.

[Step away.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's your call." He looks over his shoulder, then back at the machine. "You're in charge of this expedition, officer."

SAVOIR FAIRE [Medium: Success] - Of course you should turn it on -- don't you want to know what's on the filament?!

2. Turn on the machine.

MAINFRAME - The machine lights up like some prehistoric animal stirring from its slumber, revealing virescent PLAY and PRINT keys on the keyboard. The hatch on the machine's central compartment is wide open.

Look inside the compartment.

Press PLAY.

Press PRINT.

[Leave.]

MAINFRAME - It's empty like a beehive without its brood. Some cables have been left dangling, disconnected...

INTERFACING [Trivial: Success] - The filament you have would fit perfectly inside the compartment.

2. Insert THE PRODUCTION SCHEDULE.

MAINFRAME - Like a smooth drawer, the filament slides into place. On the keyboard, the PLAY key starts blinking.

+5 XP

3. Press PLAY.

MAINFRAME - The speaker comes to life, static seeps through the machine's planar magnetic driver. An old lady greets you, her voice sounds a hundred years old...

EAST-INSULINDIAN REPEATER STATION - "Good morning, Fortress Accident on Rue de Saint-Ghislaine, this is East-Insulindian Repeater Station 1."

"Please repeat -- is this the production schedule?"

"Yvonne, it's me again! How are you?"

"Let's try the password for the production schedule."

"That's all for now." (Press OFF/SILENT.)

EAST-INSULINDIAN REPEATER STATION - "Good, thank you." It's not clear whether she recognizes your voice. "Please repeat, is this the production schedule?"

2. "Let's try the password for the production schedule."

EAST-INSULINDIAN REPEATER STATION - "Good. Please repeat the password."

Say: "After life -- death."

"A password? I'm really bad at passwords. Can you give me a hint?"

"Is it my birthday?"

"This is the police. Please open this thing."

"I don't know the password."

EAST-INSULINDIAN REPEATER STATION - "Good, I've unlocked the production schedule. After ending the call, please press PRINT to access the filament."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Really? She just used the same password?" The lieutenant seems almost disappointed to discover that, as he murmurs: "Maybe those radiocomputer guys aren't that paranoid after all..."

EAST-INSULINDIAN REPEATER STATION - "Fortress Accident, is there anything else I can do for you today?"

3. "That's all for now." (Press OFF/SILENT.)

EAST-INSULINDIAN REPEATER STATION - "Thank you and good bye," the old lady's voice disappears along with the static.

MAINFRAME - Tiles on the cube are still smouldering, casting the framework in a soft glow. Virescent PLAY and PRINT keys shine on the keyboard.

4. Press PRINT.

MAINFRAME - With a quiet determination the printer starts printing, a piece of paper unfolding like a hand-held fan. A black criss-cross of letters covers its surface.

5. Read the printout.

MAINFRAME - It's a project report written by the lead producer Andrew 'Andy' Schott about 'Wirrâl Untethered', a radio game developed by studio Fortress Accident.

The first few pages give an overview of the capital and workforce, while the rest of it seems to be a production schedule.

Read about capital... I want to know about *money*.

Read about the workforce... Who worked there, how long?

Skim through the production schedule, whatever it is.

Tear off the printout and throw it away.

MAINFRAME - In its short time of existence, Fortress Accident SCA managed to burn through truly *insane* amounts of money.

The first tranche of seed financing brought in 150,000 reál, but then came the *delays*.

Eventually the damage reached 400,000 reál with only half of the game finished.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - Four-hundred thousand reál?! Jommaijoo, these guys knew how to party!

Gosh, where did they get all this money?

MAINFRAME - Let's just say it was a *real adventure* for their Igaunijan investor.

2. Read about the workforce... Who worked there, how long?

MAINFRAME - Fortress Accident employed 18 people, the bulk of the team composed of writers and concept artists. There were also radio programmers, sound engineers, a CEO, two marketing experts...

…and a single overburdened producer who developed a habit of popping Pyrholidon in the basement to escape his obligations.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - But on the other hand, their obligations *were* piling up at an inhuman rate -- a rate that could only be amended by Pyrholidon.

LOGIC [Easy: Success] - Why did Fortress Accident have so many concept artists?

Wait, why did a *radio game* need so many artists?

I don't really care. (Look at the table of contents again.)

MAINFRAME - It didn't.

It didn't need so many concept artists?

MAINFRAME - No, definitely not. A few more producers could have come handy though -- especially when dealing with writers, some of whom routinely skipped work because of 'mental health issues' and extremely unprofessional sleep schedules...

One of them even managed to steal some valuable company property before skipping town for good.

3. Skim through the production schedule, whatever it is.

MAINFRAME - The production schedule depicts their glorious descent into bankruptcy.

Because of the concept artists?

Right, what happened?

MAINFRAME - No, not the concept artists. It wasn't even the writers, with their panic attacks and three-hour lunches...

It was impossible not to fail. The project was too large and no amount of money could satiate the ever-expanding ambitions of the development team.

They tried to make a 4,000,000 reál game with 400,000 in their bank account.

They thought they could bridge the gap with pure willpower and imagination.

They couldn't.

I could have bridged the gap.

Oh, so they were done in by their own ambition.

MAINFRAME - No. Even then success remained within an ever-narrowing margin of possibility that, despite everything, never entirely disappeared...

That is, until they discovered the Valley of the Heads.

The what?

That sounds bad.

MAINFRAME - No, it was good. Too good.

At the eleventh hour, the lead designer, Zsiemsk-born Sulisław Zawisza, decided that what 'Wirrâl Untethered' needed was a secret mystical location at the extreme edge of the map...

This place was to be the *Valley of the Heads* -- where the heads of all the *headless* constructs could be found. The player would have been able to choose a head for their headless party member, and each head would been voiced on-air by a professional actor.

This is some insane shit. Who were these people?

How many heads were there?

MAINFRAME - The world had never seen their kind before and might never again.

How many heads were there?

MAINFRAME - So many. At last count there were approximately 10,000 heads for 10,000 headless men, all of which could be endlessly recombined.

How many combinations could you make out of that?

That's pretty bad. So that's what did them in?

MAINFRAME - Do you really want to know? There seems to be a calculation here, but it may take a while...

Yeah, how bad could it be?

No, let's not go there.

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KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant taps his foot impatiently, his arms folded tight against his chest.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - He's dying for a cigarette. Come to think of it, you are, too.

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Keep going.

What have I done?

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INTERFACING [Legendary: Failure] - What if you broke the radiocomputer? What if it's never going to stop?!

Just let the numbers wash over you.

Please stop.

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Okay, so that's what did them in?

MAINFRAME - Well, yeah. That, and the catastrophic data loss.

The what now?

This must be the anomaly Soona mentioned in the church log.

MAINFRAME - On the nature of the data loss, there's ominously little information in the production log. It comes at the very end, where things get fuzzy and dark, where tables and numbers seem to vanish into an eerie nothingness, before their Igaunijan investor pulled the plug...

What is clear is that one day an unidentified numeric anomaly occurred on the East-Insulindian Lintel front, just as the 'Wirrâl Untethered' project was being compiled that day.

And the anomaly caused all the data to get lost in the air?

I didn't understand a word of that.

MAINFRAME - When the project was returned, it was completely blank.

The team spent weeks on the phone with Lintel, the service provider, but despite their diagnostics they could never produce a satisfactory explanation or pay for the loss.

What! They lost the whole game and wouldn't even pay for it?

Wasn't there a copy of the game, a *backup*?

MAINFRAME - Always read the terms of service.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - And let's face it, they didn't have any money left for a legal action.

Wasn't there a copy of the game, a *backup*?

MAINFRAME - Mysteriously enough, it seems that the off-site copy happened to be *on-site* when the catastrophic data loss occurred...

It was the lead programmer's responsibility to oversee weekly maintenance of the off-site copy and, well, keep it off-site. An explanatory note from the lead programmer has been attached.

What does it say?

MAINFRAME - S. Luukanen-Kilde, the lead programmer of Fortress Accident: "The off-site copy was on-site because there was no *off-site* anymore, not for me, not after eight months of crunch."

"I didn't have a home anymore, so I started keeping it in the basement, in the ice bear refrigerator (near where I went to sleep). It was perfectly safe there, the temperature conditions were *optimal*."

It's not very convincing, is it?

Seems like a perfectly reasonable explanation.

Is there anything else from this lead programmer? (Proceed.)

MAINFRAME - That's not what her colleagues thought.

Is there anything else from this lead programmer? (Proceed.)

MAINFRAME - The production schedule ends with a few random notes that seem to be added sometime later.

4. Read the notes at the end.

MAINFRAME - Four months later by an unknown author: "I am the only one left and it's gotten rather damp here. A few other businesses have gone under too. Slipstream switched to making skis and the hairdressers just left, cursing Martinaise. They're right, though, something's seriously wrong with this place. Martinaise, all of it."

"Still haven't gotten an answer from Lintel about what happened. All I could get were the physical coordinates of the error on the East-Insulindian front on that day. Since the computation happened on-air, I reckoned it had to coincide with an actually existing location..."

"I have compared the coordinates to a map of Revachol West. Turns out it's only 800 metres from here. The address is Saint-Brune 1147. I am going there to look this thing in the eye..."

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Success] - Saint-Brune 1147? That's what the street sign next to the church said...

5. Tear off the printout and throw it away.

MAINFRAME - Tiles on the cube are still smouldering, casting the framework in a soft glow. Virescent PLAY and PRINT keys shine on the keyboard.

2. Remove THE PRODUCTION SCHEDULE.

MAINFRAME - The filament slides out of its glowing nest.

5. [Leave.]

[sturnslcver]

Being bsf with nick but Chris likes reader and always tries to be near her

ੈ✩‧₊˚STUCK ADJACENT ˚.°: ₊˚ ୨

 — chris sturniolo x fem reader —

— fluff, no warnings!

“can we try somewhere else we always go there?” you roll your eyes, slipping your socks on. “all the other boba shops around here taste like hand sanitizer” nick protested. “you’re going to all the wrong spots” you reply swiping nicks phone from his hands. “this place!” you point to his phone. “my sister used to take me here all the time. it’s actually good i swear” nick sighs, making his way toward the counter to retrieve his keys. he glances around before shouting for chris. “yeah?” “wheres my keys?” no response. chris’ footsteps thud as he hops downstairs. “what?” “i can’t find my keys” nick complains. chris points to the door. “i hung them up. where are you guys headed?” “boba shop” you vaguely retort. “can i go?” “uhh.. i don’t know. if nicks okay with it, im okay with it.” you smile. nick turns back toward chris. “no.” before chris can utter a rebuttal nick cuts him off. “you don’t even like boba” “sorry chris.” you shrug your shoulders. he sighs, slowly making his way back toward his room.

a couple hours pass. your stomachs full of strawberry and matcha boba. you and nick walking across the beach, exchanging laughs and comical remarks. it’s already pitch black out. you’re interrupted with multiple vibrations emitting from your phone, lighting up the screen. it’s chris. you briefly skim his messages reading, “when are you guys getting back?” and “are you on the way?” you nudge nick with your shoulder, revealing your texts to him. “let’s just go. it’s dark already anyways.” nick huffs.

nick closes the door behind you both as you slip off your uggs. you take his empty cup in your hands, disposing of both yours and his. “hey” chris appears from outside the hallway. “what’s up?” you sigh, bringing your phone up, showing chris his previously sent messages. “i don’t know. matts already laying down and i’m bored.” nick weaves through the both of you and plops himself down on the couch. “do you guys wanna watch a movie then?” you look at chris and nod before heading for the couch. you immediately take notice to how close chris seats himself to you. the sides of your legs and arms are practically touching. “chris” you mumble slightly annoyed before scooting a bit. throughout the movie, he just inches his way back in. you accept defeat and exhale, bringing your head to his shoulder and crossing your arms. his hair tickles your cheek as he begins to contort different shapes around your leg with his finger. you move your leg, gently brushing him off. he starts up again. this time, on your arm.

growing irritated with chris, you stand and make your way to nicks room. “i’m just gonna head up” you pause turning to nick. he nods before you’re back on your way. chris leans forward, shuffling up behind you. he trickles his fingers lightly beside your waist. you quickly shove them away. “chris!” you hiss at him, in a stern whisper. he throws his hands in the air, turning toward his bedroom, as you head to nicks.

your awoken by a backhand to your cheek. you turn to see nick, shuffling in his sleep. you lean up a little to check the time. it’s only one in the morning. you toss and turn in attempt to fall back asleep and fail miserably. you sigh before sitting upright and gently tiptoeing to the door, careful not to wake nick.

you leave two soft knocks at chris’ door, in hopes he’s still awake. “yeah?” he calls out. “hey” you smile creaking the door open. “what’s up?” chris replies. you shut the door and make your way to his bed, sitting on the edge. “i don’t know. i can’t sleep.” chris pats the bed, signaling you to scoot up next to him, with his arms open. you oblidge. “that’s okay” he speaks softly into your hair, pushing it out of your face. “you can sleep in here tonight, if you want?” you nod, relieved. “sorry for yelling at you earlier…but really? what’s up with you lately?” you chuckle. chris runs his knuckles softly up and down your arm and sighs. “i don’t know” “yeah you do.” you imply smiling. “i guess… i just like to be around you.” he admits. “and i really wanted to be with you today.” you run a hand through chris’ hair. “you could’ve just said so. i would’ve made time for you” “yeah?” “yeah.” you reassure. you lean into chris, attentive to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, while also tracing different shapes around his chest. he scratches your back and you immediately melt into his touch. he then brings his unoccupied hand around you, intertwining both of your fingers. you feel his warm and steady breaths in the crook of your neck as the both of you doze off into one another.

sorry i gave up halfway through. this took so long. i wrote like half and it didn’t save and i had to rewrite it. i hope it’s not too bad. keep the requests coming :) im responding to all of them rn!!

[2baabbies]

🖤 Holding Back from You (hyunchanlix x reader part 3; stray kids x reader)

Crossposted under 2Babbies on Ao3 <3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 (WIP)

Pairings: established hyunchanlixreader, established background minsung, slight references to past hyunebini?

Words: 16220

Summary: Holding back from you is never easy for Chan. You and your boyfriends are aware of this fact when Chan suggests switching your dynamic and trying a new kink, hoping it might help him destress. You expect a challenge, but you, Felix, and Hyunjin are happy to try anything if it means helping your overworked boyfriend. (song quote and fic title are from Taylor Swift’s ‘Dress’)

Fluff + Smut + Humour + Slight Angst/Comfort

afab+fem!reader

CWs: nsfw, cringe jokes I’m sorry, insecure/burnt out chan, insults/swearing at each other (but with love), drinking alcohol (it’s wine babes; no dubcon they’re not even drunk), crying during sex, “tough love” treatment (might seem mean idk), gratuitous pet names, uhh this fic ended up being hyunchan focused but felix is loved too I promise 🫶🏻

Smut Tags: pegging, mommy/daddy kink (but like, not who you would expect?), discussing kink/kink exploration, dom/sub dynamics (sub!felix trying to dom, dom!chan trying to sub, soft and mean dom!reader, switch!hyunjin), communication during sex, color system for safewords, teasing, begging, praise, slight degradation, chan and felix are a little bratty, some dumbification, choking and breathplay (chan), virginity roleplay (hyunjin), rough sex/manhandling (chan), anal fingering, overstim, dacryphilia?? (no one’s really getting off on it, chan just needs to cry his feels out), chair sex, aftercare (including hyunlix in the background), cunnilingus, unsafe/unprotected sex (this is fiction, don’t be like these fools)

Taglist: @bookswillfindyouaway @rixenluv

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‘I’m spilling wine in the bathtub

You kiss my face and we’re both drunk

Everyone thinks that they know us

But they know nothing about

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation

My hands are shaking from holding back from you���

The coziness of Chan’s bedroom is unlike anything you have ever experienced. While not quiet, it brings you a certain tranquility that you have never quite been able to capture on your own. The downtime you spend in this room with your boyfriends has turned into little fragments of your own personal Heaven. You look forward to every second you can steal with them between their busy schedules. You are all together now, crammed into Chan’s bed with only the purple lights on the wall to illuminate you. Music is playing in the background, instrumental tracks Chan arranged himself. You recognize some of them as being released songs, and some are still only demos. Waiting for Chan to perfect them and release them to your beloved Stays.

Felix is closest to you, letting you use his chest as a pillow. His brow is furrowed as he reads something on his phone. You could turn your head and easily see his screen, but you are too tired to care. Chan is curled up on his other side, his nose brushing Felix’s shoulder as he mumbles tiredly. His cheek is smushed into the pillow and he is wearing his exhaustion, his face puffier from lack of sleep because of the upcoming album. Hyunjin is spooning him from behind, littering kisses onto his neck and shoulder as they chat drowsily. Their legs are tangled together, and Hyunjin is rubbing soothing circles over Chan’s stomach under his shirt. You are not fully listening to their whispered conversation, but you can see Chan’s playful smile and the slight quirk to Hyunjin’s pouty lips.

Felix speaks and rumbles your ear over his chest, “I don’t know how people only adopt one cat…”

“Stop looking at cats,” Hyunjin orders.

“But this one is named Sprinkle and she has a sister named Cupcake…”

“Baby,” You whisper, “You’re just gonna make yourself sad. You know you can’t adopt a kitten right now.”

“I could…”

Chan chuckles. You hear clattering and shouting in the kitchen as Jisung and Changbin begin to argue over something.

“I don’t think you should subject an animal to our chaos. It’s bad enough y/n has to deal with it.”

Hyunjin raises his head to frown at Chan.

“Are you comparing our girlfriend to a pet?”

“No,” Chan mutters.

“Meow,” You offer.

“She’s certainly as cute as a kitten,” Felix says.

“Am I?”

You flutter your eyelashes and Hyunjin sighs dreamily, nestling back into his spot with Chan.

“Yeah, my kitten,” Felix replies.

“I’ll be your kitten.”

“Discord kitten?”

Felix smirks at you and Hyunjin groans.

“Ugh, you ruined it.”

Chan snorts as you move to straddle Felix’s lap. Small hands come to rest on your back as you nuzzle your noses together.

“Anything for you, daddy.”

“No,” Hyunjin whines, “Don’t enable him.”

Felix tilts his head, his eyes glinting dangerously.

“Anything?”

Chan smacks your bottom, making you squeak and squirm in Felix’s lap.

“Be good, you two.”

“I didn’t do anything,” You whine, pouting at Felix.

Felix hums and squeezes your plush flesh where Chan had hit you.

“Poor kitten, he’s so mean to you.”

He, rather shamelessly, gropes your backside. You huff and reach back to grab his hands, halting his actions.

“Stop feeling me up.”

“You feel so good, though. I should make you my new stress ball.”

“Ugh, that’s the worst thing you’ve ever said!”

You move his hands up your back as they all laugh at your disappointment. You slump forward and Felix pulls you closer. He pecks a chaste kiss to the top of your head, a peace offering after his mischievous behavior. There is a long pause, a heavy silence that falls over the four of you. It is the kind of silence that usually melds into more silence, and leaves you feeling assured that there is nothing left unsaid. Today the silence does not carry on. You hear a sharp inhale from Chan before he quietly begins another conversation.

“I want to do something.”

“Like what?” Hyunjin replies.

“Like… a kink thing.”

“Right now?” Felix questions.

Chan is already flushed, but he quickly dissolves into a flustered mess at the bold assumption.

“N-Not now… Just… sometime soon, maybe…”

“What is it?” You ask.

The amount of kink exploration you and Chan had done together was not entirely extensive, but you thought you knew all of his preferences and aversions. The line for comfort was still vague in your relationships with Felix and Hyunjin though. Sure, you had established your boundaries at the start of sleeping together, but you were lovers now and were exploring uncharted territory. You can see Chan’s hesitation to continue, and his cautious glance at the bedroom door to ensure the others would not hear his soft confession.

“It’s, um… I’ve just been thinking of like… d-daddy kink stuff.”

You smile fondly at the nervous pitch in Chan’s tone. It is understandable why he would hesitate to bring it up; your group had only ever used ‘daddy’ as a joke. It was a bit of a joke to Chan himself, but you are suspecting now there was some truth behind his façade of mocking it.

“Oh?” Felix prompts, instantly intrigued by the suggestion.

Hyunjin nuzzles Chan’s neck and mumbles, “Oh, that’s not so bad. You’re so anxious, I thought you wanted to try something really extreme. Like, a car battery hooked to your nipples or something.”

You burst out laughing at Hyunjin’s chaotic remark and Felix stares at him, bewildered at what he just said. Chan is still in his own head, and still on course to ramble an explanation for himself.

“B-But not like the usual way. Like the opposite way.”

“What do you mean?” Hyunjin asks.

“L-Like, you don’t call me daddy. I call you daddy… o-o-or m-mommy- whatever you prefer… I think i-it might help me destress. But if it sounds like too much it’s fine, I just want to talk about it a bit- we don’t have to do anything.”

There is a pause that makes Chan hide his face in the crook of Felix’s neck. Felix pecks the top of his head while you give him a patient pat on the arm.

“Chan, do you want to bottom?” Felix eventually asks.

You have to laugh at the abruptness of it, and try to stifle it with your hand when Chan nods shyly into his shoulder. Hyunjin tsks and leaves a butterfly kiss on Chan’s shoulder as he murmurs:

“That’s what you’re nervous about? What, you think Felix and I can’t top you?”

“N-No, I just… I’m always domming everyone, so like… I didn’t want you to be disappointed.”

“Oh, Channie,” You coo.

“We wouldn’t be disappointed,” Felix assures, “And we’re happy to switch things up for you. Whoever you need, we want to make you feel good.”

Hyunjin hums in agreement.

“You always do it for us. Felix and I can manage to switch it up for you.”

You pout.

“What about me? Is pegging not on the table?”

Chan snickers and peeks up as you straighten in Felix’s lap and cross your arms. The youngest stares in confusion, only slightly less offended by your outburst than when Hyunjin brought up the car battery. Hyunjin in turn looks mildly perturbed.

“Since when do you peg us?” He asks.

“Since- whenever- I’ve pegged Channie before.”

“When?”

“I don’t know! A while ago!”

“You never peg me!”

“You never asked!”

“Alright, alright,” Felix interrupts, “Let’s put a pin in this. This is about Chan right now. We’ll come back to pegging later.”

Chan is laughing hysterically at you and Hyunjin as you throw your arms up in frustration. Your boyfriend glares softly in retaliation.

“We will be coming back to this,” Hyunjin asserts, “You were saying, Chan?”

Chan rolls onto his back, no longer hiding but still undeniably embarrassed by the conversation.

“Ah… I don’t like asking for what I want… I feel too… needy.”

“Do you know what you want?” You ask.

He shifts.

“Maybe…”

Hyunjin rests his head over Chan’s heart and lets one of his hands slip under the fabric covering his abs once again. Your mind gets sidetracked imagining Chan’s pattering heart, and how hot his flushed skin must be right now.

“You said you needed to destress,” Felix prompts, “Did you want us to treat it like a special occasion? Make it part of a selfcare day, or something?”

Chan strokes Hyunjin’s arm as he considers the option, then he nods hesitantly.

“Yeah, I think so… Um, it would be great if we were alone.”

“We can handle that,” Hyunjin assures, “We’ll make sure we have the house to ourselves.”

“Total privacy,” You reiterate, “No sneaking around. You’ll be able to fully let go.”

Chan swallows as he nods at the promise.

“Right.”

“Anything else, Channie?” Felix invites.

“No… I just want to make sure you’re all okay with it. If it’s too weird we don’t have to do it.”

“I’m into it,” You reply.

“Yeah, I’d be good with trying it,” Felix agrees.

“It’s not too weird, baby. We’re all comfortable, what’s important is that you’re ready to trust us,” Hyunjin says.

“I am… It’s just so hard for me to calm down lately. I-If there’s something you can do to make me relax before we try it, I think it would help a lot.”

“We’ll take care of you, Channie,” You purr, caressing his cheek, “We’ll be gentle with you. You’ll love it, I promise.”

“Thank you…”

“Just let us take care of it,” Hyunjin adds, “You can just sit back and look pretty.”

“Ah… You know that’s not always one of my strengths…”

“You can do it,” Felix insists, “You’ve got the looking pretty part mastered already.”

Chan shakes his head, then whines when Hyunjin tucks his face into his neck and begins littering kisses there.

“Channie you’re so cute, what do you mean?”

“A-Ah, I dunno…”

He squirms from the attention Hyunjin is giving him. Your head perks up as Jisung enters the room.

“Yo, what are you guys doing?”

“Talking about pegging,” You answer nonchalantly.

Felix chokes while Hyunjin stops his assault on Chan’s neck to sit up and point at you.

“We will be talking about it. Prepare yourself.”

“Okay.”

“I’m serious.”

Jisung clicks his tongue.

“Well, alright. Supper is ready, you sexy freaks. Come get it before Bin eats it all.”

Hyunjin leaves one last kiss on Chan’s cheek before scooting off the bed. Chan makes a show of wiping his neck and face clean before the three of you follow your boyfriend out of the room.

It is later that same week that you, Felix, and Hyunjin put your plan into action. Chan is preoccupied in his bedroom, headphones on as he works away at his laptop. You peek in his doorway, noting his comfy sweats and the large black hoodie he threw on before resigning himself to editing his newest tracks. He does not notice you, too immersed in his work, so you find your other boyfriends in Hyunjin’s room and give them a thumbs up.

“He’s very stressed.”

Felix snorts.

“Why did that get a thumbs up?”

“Because this would be the perfect time to help him destress?”

Hyunjin throws a mocking thumbs up.

“Our boyfriend is having a bad time.”

Felix follows suit.

“Our boyfriend has anxiety!”

“Okay, dicks.”

You are still smiling despite their jokes. They meet you in the doorway, and Felix nods down the hall.

“I’ll take care of Han, if you two can get rid of Bin?”

“Can do,” Hyunjin whispers.

He follows your lead to the kitchen, where Changbin is making a snack. Hyunjin quietly leans against the counter, failing to look casual as he poses suavely. You roll your eyes at his shenanigans and clear your throat before speaking up.

“Hey, Bin.”

Changbin looks over his shoulder, assesses Hyunjin’s pose, then nods at you.

“Oh, hey.”

“What are you up to?”

“Just going to eat something then head to the gym for a bit. You?”

You smirk at Hyunjin as he tries to lounge against the counter, and instead accidentally knocks over a metal bowl that loudly clangs when it hits the floor. Changbin slowly turns, his brow gently furrowed as Hyunjin scrambles to tidy it up.

“We’re, uh,” Hyunjin clears his throat, “We’re just gonna hang out here.”

“Oh yeah? Doing what?”

Changbin smiles innocently, but you see a knowing glint in his eyes when Hyunjin blushes at the question.

“You know. Doing something special together.”

“Something sexy?”

Hyunjin sputters.

“Maybe,” You tease.

“And you didn’t invite me?”

You cock your eyebrow up and look at Hyunjin, who falters before responding, “I didn’t know… You’d be into it…”

Changbin rolls his eyes.

“Well, you know, I’m open-minded?”

You giggle as Hyunjin covers his face and Changbin casually begins packing up his snack.

“Well, Bin, why don’t we talk about it sometime? Maybe then we’ll ask you to join us?” You offer.

Changbin keeps his back to you, but you can see the tips of his ears reddening.

“U-Um, it’s okay…”

Hyunjin tilts his head as Changbin finishes and steps past you swiftly, his head lowered to hide his flushed cheeks.

“I’ll, uh, spend some extra time at the gym. Stay out of your way.”

“You may want to catch a movie after that. Just to be safe,” You suggest playfully.

“Ah. Understood.”

Jisung leans in the doorway with his overnight bag as Changbin exits, and calls after him:

“Min’s on his way, if you want a drive. And, you know, somewhere to sleep for the night.”

“Yeah, I’ll be ready in a second.”

Jisung faces you and Hyunjin then shakes his head.

“Sexy freaks.”

“Takes one to know one,” Hyunjin shoots back.

Jisung grins and blows him a kiss before walking away.

Once Changbin and Jisung have left, you and Felix take on the task of separating Chan from his laptop while Hyunjin takes care of other matters. You enter Chan’s room carefully. He is on the floor now, back supported against his bed as he listens to his work. You can see him replaying the track on loop, brow furrowed as he searches for the missing piece. Felix kneels on the bed, drawing Chan’s attention as he feels the shift behind him. He looks over his shoulder and smiles, pulling down his headphones to hear you.

“Hey.”

“Hi, baby,” You greet as you sit beside him.

Felix sits behind him and dances his fingers over his shoulders before finding a troublesome knot and working at it. You caress Chan’s arm and offer him a sympathetic smile as he sighs and slumps in his spot.

“Tired?” Felix asks.

“No… just frustrated…”

You slide your hand over to rub his chest, your gaze softening as his eyebrows pinch.

“Ready for a break?” You suggest.

“Um… maybe a short one.”

He notes the silent agreement that happens when you and Felix lock eyes.

“Ah.”

“Channie,” Felix begins, as you slowly close his laptop and pull it from his lap, “This can wait until tomorrow, yeah?”

“U-Um, m’not sure…”

Felix is still working away his tension, humming softly to himself as he targets a particularly difficult spot. You feign disappointment, tsking in Chan’s ear before you gently catch his lobe between your teeth. He groans, lets you nip behind his jawline and tease his earrings with light flicks of your tongue.

“Please, Channie?”

“Mhm, well…”

You leave his side, hiding his laptop in his dresser drawer as Felix speaks in his ear.

“You deserve a break. Come on, let’s go.”

Chan offers little protest, he knows how futile it is at this point. When he stands you return to his side and take his hands, guiding him to follow you down the hall. Felix follows close behind. He loops his arms around Chan’s middle and pecks the back of his head with each step. You lead Chan to the bathroom, where Hyunjin has been hard at work.

A steamy bubble bath is waiting for Chan when you enter. Hyunjin is changing through playlists on his phone, stuck on making a decision when the three of you enter. He is wearing nothing but a pair of black silk pajama pants, giving you clear view of his muscled upper body and a not so subtle peek at the outline of his cock under the fabric. Chan pauses to drink him in before shyly looking away.

“You didn’t have to do all this… for me…”

“Oh trust, there’s more,” Felix sings.

You tug gently at the bottom of Chan’s sweater and kiss his shoulder.

“Strip down, baby. We have lots planned for you.”

“Oh, I forgot,” Hyunjin curses himself, “Hold on.”

He decides on a playlist and breezes out of the room while Chan pulls off his sweater. He chuckles when Felix snaps the band of his sweats.

“Don’t wait on him. Get to it, please.”

“Wow, bossy.”

“I said please.”

Chan obliges, strips himself down and eases himself into the tub with a giggle when you take his hand and help him in. You kiss the top of his head as Felix undresses, then comes to sit behind him in the water. They settle in and you perch on the edge of the tub to admire them when Hyunjin returns. He holds an open bottle of wine and two nice glasses between his fingers.

“Oh, Jin,” Chan protests, “Don’t waste your good stuff on me.”

Hyunjin gapes.

“It would not be a waste, and I decide what occasions are worth my wine.”

You roll your eyes.

“He means: this moment is special and we thought a glass might mellow you out. But if you don’t want it, or you don’t want us to drink, we can save it for another time.”

Chan chuckles.

“No, wine is good. I’ll have some. It, uh, still feels a bit excessive to bring it out just for me.”

“Just for you,” Felix breathes as he bunches his hair in one hand and reaches the other out to Hyunjin, “You’re adorably humble sometimes, you know, Chris?”

Hyunjin hands him a hair tie then gives you and Chan the two glasses of wine. Chan only blushes and takes a sip to avoid the compliment, while you inspect the maroon liquid sloshing around in your glass.

“Candles,” Hyunjin announces, speaking his thoughts, “It’s time for candles.”

Chan laughs as Hyunjin leaves the room again. You take a sip of your glass then hand it off to Felix, who takes a generous swig before smacking a wet kiss to Chan’s shoulder blade.

“Relax, babe. Lean back a bit. I’ve got you.”

Chan lets out a dramatic little sigh but obeys the order. He lets Felix pull him so his head is resting in his shoulder, and so he sinks more into the water. Felix’s arm wraps tight around his middle. Chan leaves his wine glass on the edge of the tub, and lets himself unwind a little more. You giggle when Felix tilts his head back to take another sip, then nuzzles his nose into Chan’s hair.

“You’re overdue for a good break.”

Chan sighs.

“Seems that way…”

Hyunjin enters the room again with a flourish, dropping a handful of pretty candles on the sink and brandishing a lighter. Chan pinches the bridge of his nose but stifles his complaints. You gather some bubbles from the water and teasingly blow them at Hyunjin. He whips around and flicks the lighter in your direction, three times, until it catches.

“Hey!”

“No,” Chan scolds, “Please, no.”

“We’re supposed to be helping Chan relax,” Felix adds, “What the hell guys?”

“Don’t bring bubbles to a lighter fight,” Hyunjin defends.

“Don’t light your girlfriend on fire,” You argue.

Hyunjin lights the candles and casts a glance at you over his shoulder.

“Aren’t you going to get changed?”

“Oh, right. I just wore it under my pjs.”

Chan’s eyebrow lilts slightly.

“‘It?’”

You stand and pull off your top, revealing the bra of your lingerie set. You grin as you catch their attention, Hyunjin even pauses for a moment to give you an once over before continuing his candle lighting. You shimmy your bottoms off and fluff the skirt as it comes untucked. The black satin set is a one-piece, with lace details along the sides. The top is secured in the front with a large bow of ribbon, and tied around your waist is the silky skirt giving the illusion of a dress. You do a little spin and pose as Chan’s hungry eyes take you in.

“Baby, how long were you hiding that from us?”

“Wasn’t a secret for Jinnie or Lix. Look, we match,” You say, tugging at Hyunjin’s pants and gesturing to your own fabric.

“You do. You look lovely.”

“You like it, baby?”

“I do.”

“Good,” Hyunjin purrs as he sets some of the candles on the corner of the tub, “We got something for you as well.”

Felix interrupts Chan as he opens his mouth:

“Don’t say we shouldn’t have. You deserve it, and it’s a treat for us too.”

Chan smiles wryly and responds, “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Good answer,” Felix whispers.

“Now,” Hyunjin states when he finishes arranging the candles to his liking, “I have some things to finish setting up in my bedroom. I’ll leave you with our darlings to get nice and relaxed, and I’ll come get you when it’s ready. Deal?”

Hyunjin leans down to share a sweet kiss with Chan, who hums in agreement. Hyunjin rests one hand on his chest, then lets it wander up to his shoulder.

“Oh, Channie, you’re still so tense. Why don’t you let Lixie massage that out, hm?”

“Ah, o-okay.”

Hyunjin smiles and takes his leave, turning off the lights as he exits the room. The candles are all that remain to dimly illuminate the space. Felix takes another sip of his wine before handing the glass back to you. You take a seat on the edge of the tub and cross your legs, then prop yourself up with an arm behind you as you watch the two of them. Felix cracks his knuckles and hums in thought as his palms slide over Chan’s shoulders.

“Let’s see, where should I start? What’s sore, baby?”

“Honestly, everywhere is.”

Felix chuckles.

“Oh, well I’ll just start here… and then I’ll make my way everywhere else, hm? Sound good?”

Chan laughs breathlessly and nods.

“Yeah… Thank you.”

“Don’t need to thank me.”

Felix begins his careful but firm massage of Chan’s muscles. He is diligent in the task, only pausing to peck kisses and murmur sweet praises with each knot he works through. Chan’s brow furrows a bit, and he cannot help the little moans and grunts that Felix draws with his deft hands. You leisurely sip your wine and watch them over the glass, locking eyes with Chan as he melts from the attention.

“Drink your wine, honey,” You instruct gently.

Chan’s eyelids flutter and he nods as he picks up the glass and shakily brings it to his lips. You can see his composure cracking as Felix successfully works out the weeks of stress that have literally been weighing on his shoulders. You tilt your head as Chan sighs softly and lets his head fall back on Felix’s shoulder. Felix takes the opportunity to kiss his neck, and smiles into it as Chan groans.

“Feel better?” You ask.

“M’yeah.”

Felix slides his hands around his middle and tentatively squeezes his chest. You giggle as one of his hands slips down to prod at his ribs, while the other cups over his heart.

“Felix.”

“Yes?”

“Stop grabbing me there.”

Felix slides his hands down, but still dances his fingers teasingly over Chan’s sides.

“You don’t like it? You have such pretty tits Chan.”

You wear a satisfied smile when Chan flushes, rosy from his face all the way down his torso where his lower half disappears into the soapy water. He goes to take another sip of his drink and squirms when Felix begins tracing the lines of his abdomen.

“So, so, pretty Channie.”

“Mhm.”

“Don’t you agree?”

Chan looks expectantly at you, but you only cock your eyebrow.

“Answer him, lovely.”

“Oh,” Chan stutters, “U-Uh, I guess. If you think so.”

“Tch, baby,” Felix sighs in Chan’s ear, “You’re so perfect. I just want to hear you say it.”

Felix’s hands begin roaming lower, under the water. Chan’s breath hitches and his legs part on instinct. You can see Felix teasing him, ghosting his touch over his thighs and expertly avoiding Chan’s arousal. Felix continues:

“I want you to say it, Chan. Tell me how pretty you are, then I’ll give you what you want.”

Chan swallows thickly and looks at you. You gaze at him through your eyelashes as you lazily drop one of your hands into the water. You do the same as Felix, groping and lightly scratching the inside of his thigh then doing nothing more. 

“Don’t you want us to touch you, Chan?” You prompt.

Chan inhales deeply and turns his face to the side, unable to look at either of you as he considers the task.

“You’ll… touch… I just have to say it?”

“Just say it,” Felix assures, “And be a good boy. We’ll do whatever you ask.”

“A-Ah, okay,” Chan whispers, “Mh-Mhm, m’pretty…”

You laugh softly.

“Again, baby. Tell us more.”

“Hah… I don’t… Can’t…”

“Sure you can,” Felix teases, “You always say it to us. Certainly, you can say it about yourself?”

Chan shakes his head.

“Mhm…”

“‘Channie is so, so, pretty,’” You purr, “Can you repeat that? Say it nice and loud for us?”

You pat his leg and retract your hand from the water. Chan whimpers and ducks his head, squeezing his eyes shut when you grab his chin and tilt his head up again.

“Ch-Channie’s… S-So pret-ty…”

“Good boy,” You coo.

Chan huffs as Felix’s hands remain unmoving.

“Y-You’re not seriously going to make me say it again?”

Felix grins.

“Of course not, that was perfect.”

“Th-then why-”

“I told you, we’ll do what you ask. I haven’t heard you ask for it.”

“Felix, please, touch me.”

Chan jolts as Felix fulfills his request. His hips buck as Felix strokes his length, making him fill out in his hand. He groans as Felix grabs his hips and pulls him flush against him.

“You like that?”

“M-Mhm.”

You watch the smirk grow on Felix’s face before he whispers, “Yeah? Tell daddy how much you like it.”

“Oh, fuck,” Chan gasps.

His wine glass topples, and you catch it before it can shatter on the porcelain. This does not save the contents from spilling into the tub, red swirling in the soapy water. Chan shudders and watches it through his lashes as Felix kisses up his neck. You set the empty glass aside and sip your wine.

“I’m waiting,” Felix insists.

Chan groans.

“I like it, Lix. Feels good.”

“Hm? Again?”

Chan curses under his breath at the torturous rhythm enveloping his cock.

“Lix- d-daddy- I like it.”

His body quivers when you grab his chin and tilt his head up to face you.

“Spilled your wine, baby.”

“I-I know, m’sorry.”

“It’s okay, I can share.”

You lovingly brush away a stray hair curling against his forehead. You take a mouthful of wine then lean in to kiss Chan. He moans and returns it eagerly, allowing some of the drink to seep from the corner of his lips. You can feel it run down his chin, and catch his wrist when he reaches up to wipe it away. You draw back with a teasing smile as the red drips down his chest.

“You’re making a mess, honey.”

Chan is given no chance to consider his reply. Felix turns his head and licks his chin clean. Chan groans and watches Felix trail messy kisses down his chest to lap up the stray drops.

“Wow,” Hyunjin voices from the doorway, “Are you having fun?”

Chan whimpers as Felix paws at his chest. Hyunjin comes to stand behind you, leaning against the wall as he observes with you. You wordlessly hand him your glass to finish it off while you watch Chan’s reactions. He squirms when Felix laps at his nipple, then arches his back when Felix’s hands settle around his waist instead of jerking him off.

“Please… Pl-ease, Lix…”

Felix chuckles, a little meanly and looks up to study Chan’s fucked out expression.

“Learn some patience, baby.”

Felix threads his fingers in the dampened curls at the base of Chan’s neck and guides him into a kiss. Chan makes another pitiful sound and turns to meet him properly for it, caging Felix between his arms as he follows him up against the wall. For a second, you think he might try to take the lead, but Hyunjin spoils his plans by running a hand over his broad shoulders then pulling him away from Felix. Felix huffs and pinches his tongue between his teeth as he watches Hyunjin lean in to whisper in Chan’s ear.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, baby. It’s time to get out and see what else we have planned for you.”

Chan nods, sits back to give Felix space to get out of the bath. Hyunjin helps Felix out, giving you the opportunity to guide Chan closer to you. He rests his head against your side, then sinks down to nuzzle your thigh as you run your fingers through his hair. You loop your arm over his shoulder and give him a gentle pat.

“Good, baby?”

“Tired… and hard.”

You laugh and slide your hand to his chin to tilt his head up.

“We’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, sweetheart.”

Chan swallows and nods, eyes fluttering as you carefully close your grip around his throat. Felix smirks as he leaves in a towel, and Hyunjin begins the task of blowing out the candles.

“M’so lucky to have you,” Chan confesses, his eyes soft and searching as you gaze down at him in the dim light.

“We’re lucky to have you too, Chan. We wouldn’t have each other without you.”

He blinks slowly, his eyes glassy as your words settle in.

“It’s true,” Hyunjin agrees, “You’ve brought so much love into our lives. You’re amazing, Chan.”

You caress Chan’s cheek as he smiles bashfully.

“M’not… not that amazing…”

“Yes you are,” Hyunjin argues, “And we’re going to show you. Come here.”

Chan laughs as he extends his arms to Hyunjin, who guides him out of the water with a fond smile. He quickly hands him a fluffy towel and uses another to pat him dry. You ease up from your perch, setting Chan’s forgotten wine glass next to Hyunjin’s on the sink counter. When you turn back, Hyunjin and Chan are kissing. Chan’s arms are looped around his back, pulling him closer as their lips melt together. Hyunjin drops the towel he was holding then slides his hands up Chan’s front, before they settle on his broad shoulders. Slowly, they part and Hyunjin sighs. He takes Chan’s face in his hands and confirms his gaze before gently speaking.

“Are you okay? Still good?”

“Mhm, m’good.”

“We can stop whenever you need to, honey. Okay? We can just cuddle or take a break if you get tired.”

Chan nods.

“Thank you. I’ll let you know.”

Hyunjin grins.

“Let’s go, Lix is waiting for us.”

Chan catches your attention before leaving. You meet him for a sweet kiss then pat his bottom gently to usher him into the hall.

Felix is waiting in the bedroom when the three of you enter, playing on his phone. He is lounging in the middle of the bed, wearing the silk button-up that matches Hyunjin’s pants and a pair of boxers. The shirt is big, just barely covers his firm thighs and gives the illusion of nothing underneath when Felix shifts to sit up. He sets his phone aside and smirks when Chan pauses to take him in. You hear his sharp inhale and watch his eyes drink in every sliver of Felix’s skin not covered in the black fabric. Felix has left the top buttons undone to tease you all with a peek at his chest.

You giggle and push Chan toward the bed. He stumbles forward with a grunt, and lets you spin him around before he falls on the edge of the bed. He blinks up at you when you cup his cheeks, then shudders under your gaze. Felix moves in behind him, wraps his arms around his middle and pulls his back to his chest. Felix winks at you then teasingly pecks Chan’s ear.

“Mhm, how are you feeling?”

Chan swallows and responds gruffly.

“G-Good…”

Felix chuckles and lets his hands roam over Chan’s chest. Chan sighs and leans back, fully relaxing into Felix’s embrace. His head falls back into the crook of his arm as Felix cradles him gently and gazes down at him.

“You took so long to come in here. Did ya miss me?”

Chan’s eyes twinkle. In moments like this he would usually grin and respond with a flirty quip that would disarm Felix’s cockiness. This time his lip trembles before he whispers his response.

“Yes…”

Felix smiles and offers a sympathetic hum before kissing Chan’s forehead. Chan’s eyebrows pinch gently and he melts at the gesture. His fingers curl in the silk shirt and he lets his eyes flutter shut, pouting gently as Felix presses more lingering kisses over his face. You watch Hyunjin observe them before retrieving a gift box from beside the bed. You ease onto the bed beside them and rest your hand on Chan’s warm chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. Chan whimpers when Felix finally kisses him deeply on his lips.

“Missed you too,” Felix murmurs, “My sweetheart.”

Chan takes a shuddery breath when Hyunjin straddles his lap. Felix leans back and lets Chan slump against him. Chan groans gently as Hyunjin leans forward and pecks his lips sweetly. Chan’s hazy eyes glance over the box when Hyunjin breaks away. You can see the protest forming in his mind before Hyunjin gently places his finger over his lips.

“My lovely boy,” Hyunjin purrs.

Chan moans softly and squeezes his eyes shut. He shivers and nods, encouraging Hyunjin to continue. Hyunjin smirks as Chan squirms beneath him in anticipation, and that delicious warmth creeps across his skin. Chan whines when you cup his chin and tease your thumb across his plush bottom lip.

“You’re such a good boy,” You whisper.

Hyunjin hums and grazes his hand against Chan’s cheek as he admires his embarrassed expression.

“Don’t you agree? Chan?”

Chan laughs softly as Felix’s hands begin roaming over his sides.

“Y-Yeah…”

Hyunjin slides his hand down to cup the back of Chan’s neck. His eyes finally flutter open, and his breath catches as your fingers slip through his hair.

“You’re going to be good for us?” Hyunjin continues.

Chan whimpers and jolts at the stimulation of all of your hands on him. He nods, exhaling a shaky breath as Hyunjin begins opening the box. Felix lovingly rubs his hand over Chan’s abs as Hyunjin pulls a black leather choker from the box. Chan shakily inhales as your hand caresses his flushed neck.

“Do you like it?” You ask softly.

Hyunjin takes his time unfastening the loop as Chan collects himself.

“I do…”

“It’s special, just for you,” Hyunjin murmurs.

Chan nods as Hyunjin gently fastens the choker around his neck. The leather connects at the front of the collar with a loose chain and a heart-shaped loop. Hyunjin hooks his finger into that loop with a soft smirk as Chan’s face burns from the attention.

“Suits you,” Felix whispers as he gently scratches his nails over Chan’s bare chest.

Chan makes a soft sound and looks up with loving eyes. Hyunjin pulls slowly, guiding Chan to straighten up as the collar tightens around his neck. Hyunjin teases him with a peck on the forehead and secures the chain between his fingers.

“You’re such a pretty boy,” Hyunjin praises, making Chan’s hips jump beneath him, “So pretty.”

“Yeah,” Chan breathes.

Hyunjin chuckles and keeps Chan in place as he tilts his head up to meet his gaze.

“Remember what I said?”

Chan blinks as he tries to form a response, a little dazed at the pressure around his neck.

“Mhn…”

“I promised to show you how amazing you are. Are you ready?”

“Yes, please.”

“So polite,” Hyunjin coos as he pecks his lips, “So good for mommy.”

Chan hesitates as he registers Hyunjin’s words. You and Felix smirk and move off the bed as Hyunjin grabs Chan’s shoulders and kisses him, shoving him onto the mattress in the process. Chan moans and grabs Hyunjin’s hips as they roll against his. He returns the kiss eagerly and lets out a muffled groan as Hyunjin tugs on the chain. Chan tenses for a few seconds then relaxes, writhing slowly and desperately moaning underneath Hyunjin. Hyunjin pulls back with a sigh as Chan pants heavily. Hyunjin attempts to move in again but pauses when Chan puts his hand on his chest. Hyunjin’s eyes widen and he swallows thickly.

“Are you okay? Was that too much?”

Chan laughs breathlessly.

“N-No- yeah, but- j-just need a second…”

Hyunjin hesitantly brushes a curl out of Chan’s face, visibly worried when Chan grasps his wrist. Chan ducks his flushed face and huffs softly. Hyunjin watches patiently as Chan wipes his free hand over his face, then his face dawns with realization.

“Oh…”

Chan mumbles something, causing you and Felix to gently move in to hear him.

“What was that, Chris?” Felix whispers, voice careful and sweet.

“I… came…”

“Oh,” You echo, grinning at Hyunjin as he suppresses a humble smile.

Chan huffs out a laugh as Felix pats his chest.

“I guess you liked it?”

“I-I wasn’t expecting… him to call himself…”

Hyunjin eases off Chan’s lap and gingerly removes his towel, carefully wiping him clean.

“Mommy?”

Chan shudders and nods. You guide his head to rest on your thigh and run your thumb over the bridge of his nose as he catches his breath. Hyunjin tosses the towel on the bed carelessly and leans back with a sigh, tangling his legs with Chan’s as he looks him over. 

Hyunjin smirks softly and murmurs, “Sorry I’m so sexy.”

“M’sorry…”

Felix frowns and braces his arms on either side of Chan, forcing his gaze.

“Why are you sorry?”

Chan covers his face with his hand, interrupting your soothing touch.

“I don’t know, I’m embarrassed…”

You pull his hand away so Felix can peck his forehead before assuring him.

“Don’t be, baby… You didn’t do anything wrong…”

Hyunjin gently strokes Chan’s leg with a fond smile, watching as Felix pecks kisses down to Chan’s chest and you lovingly trace his jawline. Chan is still flushed from all the attention, and looks up at you with a heavy gaze. You give him a reassuring smile and pet his cheek.

“Why don’t you take a little break?”

“I think that would be best…”

Hyunjin hums in agreement.

“We haven’t been very fair to you, have we? Is it too much attention, baby?”

Chan hums softly, nuzzling his cheek against your lap as Felix sits up.

“He deserves it, though,” Felix assures, smirking as Chan shakes his head, “Don’t worry, Chan. You’re still our good boy.”

Chan laughs shyly.

“Stop…”

You giggle and let him turn to hide his face in your skirt. Felix rubs his back and snuggles closer to him.

“Mhm, but Chris…”

“N-No ‘but Chris’, be good…”

“Daddy doesn’t have to be good.”

“Oh my god…”

“Okay,” You cut in, playfully pushing Felix away, ���Don’t overwhelm him. Come here, baby.”

You lead Chan to rest his head in the pillows and tuck him under the blanket, all the while glaring softly at Felix as he smiles smugly and rolls his eyes. You smirk and kiss Chan’s temple as you pat his chest.

“Just relax, baby.”

Chan laughs softly and rubs your arm drowsily.

“I’m very relaxed.”

You turn to face Hyunjin and Felix, noting the shudder that runs through the former when your eyes flick between them. Hyunjin is fidgeting now, anxiously avoiding your gaze. You snap your fingers then beckon Felix closer, which makes him blink in surprise.

“Lix, Hyune and I have something to take care of. Can you cuddle Channie- and be good?”

Hyunjin shudders and watches Felix begrudgingly crawl up beside your boyfriend.

“I’m always good…”

Chan snorts when Felix collapses in his arms and happily nuzzles his neck.

“You’re a little monster,” Chan mumbles, eyelashes fluttering as Felix settles in against him.

“Well, you’re gay.”

Chan wheezes.

“Real mature…”

You pat Felix’s bottom and quip, “Says the one dressed like Winnie the Pooh.”

Chan and Hyunjin cackle as Felix bats you away, then pulls his shirt down to better cover his ass.

“Shut up and put your dick on.”

You giggle and step away from the bed, not without catching the perplexed look on Chan’s face and Hyunjin’s breathless chuckle.

“Oh, so… pegging?” Chan concludes.

Hyunjin flusters and falls forward on the bed, curling into a ball and hiding his face in the blanket.

“Don’t be so casual about it!”

Chan blinks slowly, obviously not expecting Hyunjin’s reaction. He then smirks as Hyunjin rises, cheeks flushed and lips pressed into an anxious frown.

“Are you nervous?”

“N-No…”

“You shouldn’t be, you’re used to taking it-”

“Christopher,” Hyunjin wheezes in warning.

Chan bites his lip to conceal his troublesome smirk. Felix chuckles and snuggles up to Chan, getting comfortable as he watches you retrieve your strap from beside the bed. Chan tucks his arm behind his head and relaxes as his other arm snakes around Felix’s waist. You note Hyunjin quietly gnawing on his lip, and his eyes widen as they meet yours. You raise your eyebrow as you equip your strap, letting your eyes travel shamelessly over Hyunjin’s flushed chest as you lift your skirt to adjust the toy. You smirk as Hyunjin covers his face and falls dramatically to the bed, his arousal very present beneath his pants.

“Baby…”

You hum in response, taking your time fishing lube out of the drawer as Hyunjin flusters.

“You’re so nervous, Hyunjinnie,” Chan coos.

“You’re acting like you’ve never had sex before,” Felix teases.

Hyunjin huffs as he meets their eyes.

“I know I’ve had sex before. I know I’ve bottomed before. But I haven’t done it like this before.”

“Like what?” Felix presses with a mischievous little glint in his eyes.

“Like… with her. It’s different.”

You ease beside Hyunjin on the bed. Slowly, as if sudden movements may startle him away. You lean close with a knowing smirk as he turns to face you with a pout.

“Do you feel like a virgin again, Hyune?”

Hyunjin shudders at your words and makes a mindless sound, something between a moan and a warble of embarrassment. Your lips widen into a grin as you stalk closer, following him as he slowly leans back on his elbows. His eyes flutter as you lean in, close enough that your breath washes over his faltering lips. He gapes for a moment and clears his throat before managing a husky reply.

“I don’t know…”

“I think you do, baby,” You whisper, just loud enough for Felix and Chan to hear as well, “Are you ready for daddy?”

Chan groans and throws his head back. It thunks against the headboard and he splutters curses, disrupting the tension between you and Hyunjin. You both pause to watch him whine, and Felix- while suppressing a laugh- cup Chan’s aching head to his chest. He eventually breaks when Chan dramatically wails and wipes away his tears. Felix kisses his forehead and gently rubs the back of his neck as he cackles.

“Are you okay, babe?” Hyunjin asks with a fond sigh.

Chan whimpers and shakes his head, then mumbles, “Hurts s’much…”

“Do we- should we take a break?” Felix asks.

Hyunjin shrugs and answers, “Chan’s call.”

Chan huffs and melts into Felix’s touch.

“God, my head…”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything, but yeah, it’s been pretty bad lately,” Felix murmurs.

Chan gasps and shoves him down to the bed, making Felix squeal as Chan jostles him.

“What was that?”

“Nothing! Nothing!”

Felix laughs and accepts the barrage of kisses Chan peppers over his face. Hyunjin sighs and throws his hand over his face as he sinks into the bedsheets. You smile patiently and watch him shift his hips.

“I’m embarrassed to still be hard after that joke…”

“Don’t worry,” You assure Hyunjin, “I’m hard too.”

Hyunjin laughs then swats your thigh.

“Yours isn’t real!”

“Yes it is.”

“No, it’s not!”

You straddle his lap, making him lift his hand and blink at you with wide eyes.

“Let’s see what you think after trying it out. You can let me know if it feels real or not.”

Hyunjin lets out a breathy laugh as you brace your hands over his shoulders. His hands grip your hips while his eyes wander down to your chest; they follow the curves of your stomach until they land on the bulge of the toy beneath your skirt. His eyes flick back to yours again and he bites his lip as you tilt your head at him. You both glance up as Felix moans. He is sprawled out on the bed, shirt pulled open just enough so Chan can lap at his exposed nipple. Hyunjin huffs at the sight of Chan’s face buried in Felix’s chest.

“Chaaan,” Felix drawls, “You’re missing- mhmmm- them...”

Chan chuckles and licks along Felix’s sternum.

“I’m keeping an eye on them, don’t worry.”

“You really suck at domming, Lix,” You remark.

“Sh-hah-ut u-up,” Felix barely manages through an airy moan.

Chan meets your gaze as he nips at Felix’s shuddering chest.

“Enjoying the show?” He purrs.

Hyunjin scoffs.

“Stop being a distraction.”

Chan raises his head to stick his tongue out at Hyunjin and you giggle.

“Be good, Channie,” You warn, “It’s your turn after Hyunjin.”

Chan sighs and leans back, letting Felix gently push him off so they can both sit back and watch.

“Try not to concuss yourself this time,” Hyunjin demands.

Chan rolls his eyes and looks at Felix as his finger curls into the ring of his collar. Chan cocks his eyebrow and not so subtly eyes up Felix’s lips.

“Oh, you’re gonna keep me in line now?”

“I’m doing my best,” Felix whines.

“Both of you, behave,” You order.

Chan grumbles and shoves his face into Felix’s chest, who responds with a giggle as he plays with Chan’s collar. You hum softly, drawing Hyunjin’s attention back to you as you drink in the sight of his bulge under your lap. He swallows as you lean down, pressing him against the mattress.

“Still nervous, baby?”

“A little…”

“What’s making you nervous?”

You trace your fingers down his chest, over the lines of his abdomen. You can feel every stutter of his breath in this position. Hyunjin inhales shakily, his eyes lidded as he watches your hand go lower and lower.

“It’s different. New.”

“Scared you won’t like it?”

“N-No, of course not, I just…”

He trails off as your touch pauses at the hem of his pants and you meet his uncertain eyes.

“You can change your mind, I’ll stop.”

Hyunjin swallows and closes his eyes.

“I want this. I know that for sure so… don’t let me convince you otherwise.”

“Look at me, Hyunjin.”

He does. His eyes flutter open and meet your gaze, pupils blown wide as you lean in. You brush away the strands of hair clinging to his clammy skin, then cup his cheek as you lean in for a kiss. He returns it with a quiet moan, lets you press him into the sheets without protest as the kiss deepens. He inhales sharply when your tongue breaches his mouth and lets out a soft grunt as your fingers cup his chin. The kiss becomes messy and uncoordinated as you grind down in his lap, and you slowly part with a satisfied smirk. 

Hyunjin throws his arm over his face and groans. You do little to help him catch his breath as you press your hips down harder. You watch the perspiration collect on his temple and the heat rise in his cheeks as his body writhes beneath yours. He wipes his hand over his face and sobs into it softly as you rut your cocks together.

“Good?”

“Mhh.”

You giggle mischievously as he smiles at you, smitten and flustered.

“I meant it when I asked: do you feel like a virgin again?”

Hyunjin whimpers and shifts, failing to avoid your gaze as you cradle his face.

“Mhm…”

“Don’t go silent on me yet, baby,” You coo, “Answer me. Do you want daddy to fuck you like a virgin?”

Hyunjin releases a slow breath, his eyes rolling with the torturous motion of your hips.

“I want- fuck- yes.”

“Ah, Hyune. You’re so pretty like this.”

You glance up at Chan and Felix as they watch. Chan has Felix pulled into his lap, his nose is nestled in the crook of his shoulder as he observes. Felix fingers are pressed gently between his teeth, easing his anticipation as he watches intently. You return your attention to Hyunjin, carefully reading every reaction he has. You finally bring your hands to the hem of his pants, but not without teasing your touch down his front.

“So pretty. So delicate. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gentle.”

Hyunjin chokes and nods, giving you an affirming hum as you lower his pants. You gasp softly when you find he has nothing underneath.

“Hyunjin. No wonder these didn’t hide your boner for shit.”

Hyunjin threads his fingers in his hair and keens when you rut your cocks together, now without a buffer. 

“Mhngh…”

You giggle and tug his bottoms off, leaving him bare beneath you. You slide between his legs then draw his thighs over your hips as he gazes at you with heavy eyes. Your eyes lock as you slide your hands over his hips and up to his sides. He grunts softly when you grasp his sides and frot your strap against his arousal. His back arches before he slumps with a huff.

“Like that?”

“Baby…”

“Yes?”

His head lulls to the side as he shudders.

“Mhh, s’good…”

You hum as you pop open the cap of the lube. Hyunjin gasps when you squeeze his thigh and push his legs open in your lap. You pause to take in the sight of his cock, hot and heavy against his abdomen. You take your time, pouring lube into your palm and warming it between your hands as he squirms and huffs beneath you.

“Still feeling good?” You ask gently.

He nods, watching your hands through his eyelashes as his eyes flutter shut. He lets out a relieved sound when you finally bring your hands to his cock. His hips jump ever so slightly as he chases your touch, and you tsk softly.

“So impatient, baby. Don’t worry, daddy’s gonna take care of you. Wouldn’t want to ruin your first time.”

“More… You’re, hah,” Hyunjin moans then murmurs, “You’re mean…”

“I’m not mean,” You purr as your hands glide over his length, “You don’t know what you’re asking for, honey.”

Your hands roam to prop up his hips and tease the rim of his hole. He mumbles a curse and makes an animalistic sound as two of your fingers penetrate him. Your other hand sneaks back to his cock and he catches your wrist.

“Mhh, m’gonna come. Don’t.”

“Already? You’re really acting like a virgin…”

“Fuck you…”

Hyunjin whines as you withdraw your hands. You roll your eyes and hike your skirt up to expose your length as he kicks out in frustration. You lube the toy up carelessly, ignoring his hiss as some drips on his thighs. He yelps when you grab his wrists and push forward, pinning them above his head as you hover your face over his. He makes a desperate sound as you grind against him, his thighs twitching and his hands flailing at the rough contact.

“Is this what you want, Hyune? Or do you want me to be nice?”

“Mhh, nice,” He mumbles, pouting softly as you pry another moan from his throat.

You release his hands and lean back, sitting on your knees.

“Come here, baby.”

“H-Huh?”

He props himself up and you gesture him closer with two fingers. He hesitates and you huff quietly before cradling his sides and guiding him into your lap. He makes a soft sound of recognition and loops his arms around your shoulders as you help him sit in your lap. He blushes as he becomes more exposed, forced to spread his legs and let you loop your arms around his waist to accommodate the position. Still, he settles in with a soft moan as you gently peck his lips. He leans in eagerly, falling into a gentle rhythm of trading deep kisses until you murmur against his lips.

“Can you be a good boy for me? Hm? Wanna ride daddy?”

He groans and nods. You take the opportunity to return your slicked fingers back to his hole and slowly spread him open. His breath hitches and he silently moans as you prep him. Your lips ghost over his shoulder as his head falls forward to rest in the crook of your neck.

“Nhh…”

“You’re so fucking tight, Hyune…”

He nods, his hips jolting as you work him open.

“Good? Is this how you want it?”

“Hh?”

Hyunjin attempts to look at you, bumps his nose to your chin as you fuck your fingers deeper. You kiss his forehead and smile softly as he shudders.

“How do you want me, baby?”

“Oh,” He gasps, “I-I thought… Imagined we would… Just…”

You chuckle and he dreamily echoes the sound.

“Need to lay down?”

He nods and you gently ease him down on his back, giving him a break as you do so by retracting your hand. His soft pants fill the room as you line up your hips and give him a tender kiss.

“Is this okay?”

He hums and nods.

“I thought we were going to do that… face-down-ass-up thing.”

You snort.

“That’s not very romantic for your first time…”

He laughs.

“Oh right, I’m supposed to be a virgin. I’m having trouble getting into character, I think.”

You sigh wistfully.

“Yeah, you’re an awful virgin. I should’ve known better.”

Hyunjin giggles.

“No, no, I can be a virgin,” He insists playfully, toying with his hair as he continues, “Please be gentle with me?”

“Mhm, I’ll be gentle, sweetheart.”

You both smile into your next kiss, making it more teeth and tongue than a touch between your lips. He cups your cheeks and urges you closer so your chest is pressed against his. His hands absentmindedly trace the lace patterns of your lingerie as you press your cockhead against his entrance. He groans and relaxes with a muttered curse when you push in and bottom out. You tuck your face into his neck, nose at his pulse point as you feel his heart thrum in his chest. You reach down to pull your little silk skirt out of the way and take a moment to enjoy the intimacy. He wraps his arms around your waist and groans as you slowly begin your rhythm.

“Good? Not too much, baby?”

“No,” He murmurs, “S’perfect.”

You kiss his shoulder and caress his hips as you gently rock into him. He sighs and moans, lithe legs twitching each time you bottom out. He lets his head fall back, sweat dripping down his neck as you fuck him into the mattress. He lets out delicious restrained noises as your pace quickens. You draw back just enough to see his face, memorize the sight of him biting his lip and pinching his eyes shut in pleasure. His eyebrows arch and he eventually lets out a shameless moan, giving up on maintaining any composure.

“Fuck. That’s daddy’s boy,” You praise, feeling arousal and pride at the sight of Hyunjin choking out a moan.

“Ha-Hah, uhh, mhnn…”

You watch him with a devilish smile, dissecting every detail of his fucked out expression.

“Can’t talk, lovey?”

“Mh-hh-hard. H-Hard to, hhn, ngh…”

“Is daddy’s dick that good, baby,” You ask with faux sympathy, “Did I fuck my little boy stupid?”

“Yeah-hah…”

“Mhm, look at me.”

He huffs and manages to do as you ask. He moans as you press your forehead to his, then mumbles praise as you tilt your head and lock your lips together. The kiss is deceptively soft compared to the pace you’ve set with your hips, but you credit that to Hyunjin’s inability to focus at the moment. His mouth falls open and you move to pecking his chin and neck. His hips have not stopped moving, desperate to get you deeper. Your fingers clench in his flesh and his thighs tighten around your hips as he tries to meet you for each thrust. Any semblance of cohesive speech has been fucked away, now replaced with breathless pants and gasps.

After some time Hyunjin gives you a sort of warning, although the sound barely varies from his usual sounds of pleasure. You cup his face with one hand, watch it contort as his nails drag down your back, and murmur encouragement as your other hand slides down to his length. He finishes over your fist, making a mess between your fronts as he curses and whines. You giggle and kiss him sweetly as you help him through the lingering waves of pleasure, then you slowly pull out. You brace your hands on the bed and lean over him, staring intently as he heaves and melts into the sheets.

“My bad…”

“Hm?”

His hand clumsily wipes your stomach, smearing his cum over the silky fabric. You giggle, noticing that his bare chest is just as messy.

“It’s okay, baby. You did so well.”

Hyunjin hums.

“I love you so much…”

You share another kiss and you murmur back, “I love you too, Hyune…”

You trace your thumb lazily over Hyunjin’s hip as he lays back with a soft sigh. Your attention is drawn to Felix, sprawled in Chan’s lap and catching his own breath. Chan’s hand slips out of Felix’s boxers, and you snort.

“Felix, did you just-”

“Chan did it,” Felix sulks with a pout, “It’s his fault…”

“You always blame everything on me,” Chan coos, not-so-subtly wiping his hand on Felix’s shirt, “Take some responsibility, Lix…”

Felix whimpers and looks at you with pleading eyes. Hyunjin sighs and shakes his head with teasing disappointment.

“Yongbokkie…”

Chan kisses Felix’s neck as the younger whines and squirms.

“I tried…”

“Somehow, I don’t believe that,” You tease.

Hyunjin’s head lolls as he looks at your boyfriends. Felix shudders and turns, only managing to raise his hands before Chan catches his wrists and pushes him to the mattress. Felix huffs and makes a half-assed attempt at wrenching his wrists free before letting Chan hover over him.

“He’s picking on me…”

“Chan, be good,” You say sternly before letting your voice carry on with a honeyed tone, “Are you ready for your turn?”

Chan nods and shares a lingering kiss with Felix before leaving him to move next to you. You smile at Hyunjin, who drowsily blinks at the two of you as Chan fetches the used towel and swipes it over his chest. Hyunjin hums and his eyes fall shut as he gives you a blissed out smile. You giggle and reach up with pet his cheek.

“You’re so pretty, Hyune. So beautiful like this.”

Hyunjin mumbles a thank-you, either at your compliment or to Chan for trying to clean him. You notice Felix, curled up away from you at the head of the bed and call out to him softly.

“Lix, baby, everything okay?”

He gives you a thumbs up and huffs.

“Chan’s a fucking dick.”

Chan looks offended and throws his hands up with an eye roll.

“I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to come! Silly me for doing you a favor.”

You laugh as Felix, without raising his head, points accusingly in Chan’s direction.

“Manipulator, mansplainer, manwhore. That’s all you are.”

“M’not a mansplainer…”

Hyunjin asks, “You’re not denying the other two?”

You redirect the conversation by giving Felix gentle instructions.

“Lix, can you help Hyune move?”

Felix whines and rolls over, looking exhausted.

“Babe, I’m fighting for my life right now.”

Chan shakes his head and moves instead, chiding Felix as he scoops his arms under Hyunjin’s limp body:

“You’re so dramatic, Felix.”

Felix sticks his tongue out and you smirk, shaking your head fondly.

“Okay, sweetheart. Can you at least throw me a pillow?”

Felix does manage to do this before he slowly rolls himself into a more comfortable position. Chan carries Hyunjin up beside him and helps him settle as you rise from the bed. You stand in the middle of the room, hands on your hips as you look around. You find what you are looking for, a chair, and are briefly distracted as you slide it over beside the bed. Felix whining draws your attention back to them, and you sigh softly as you take in the sight: Chan leaning over Hyunjin and kissing Felix as his hand roams over his lap. Felix squirms and whimpers as Chan cups him through his boxers, while Hyunjin observes them with an amused look. 

You sigh and pick up the pillow, then use it to smack Chan’s bare bottom. Hyunjin laughs as Chan yelps into the kiss with Felix, then turns to glare at you over his shoulder.

“What?”

“Stop torturing Felix and get over here.”

“Ooh,” Hyunjin teases.

Chan leaves Felix’s side and the younger hides his heated face in Hyunjin’s shoulder with a huff.

“I wasn’t torturing him,” Chan defends as he smirks at you, “You’re just jealous. You need my attention that badly, right, babygirl?”

You toss the pillow on the chair then cross your arms with a smirk as Chan comes to sit in front of you on the bed. His face and chest are still flushed, and the kisses left on his neck and lips have made his skin bloom a deep shade of red. You admire the marks as you lean closer to study his cocky smirk.

“Not jealous.”

Chan’s eyelashes flutter and he reaches out to pull you closer. His hands caress and squeeze your sides as you follow his lead and rest your hands on his shoulders. He draws you between his thighs as he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, but you keep your feet firmly planted on the floor.

“No? We’ve barely touched you tonight, sweetheart. You must be getting restless. Let me take care of you.”

You shudder at the offer but bite your lip and shake your head.

“I told you to be good with Felix, and you didn’t listen. Now you’re trying to entice me? You’re not being a very good boy, Channie…”

His eyes flick down, drinking in the way your lingerie cups your breasts as you begin to crawl into his lap. One of his hands slides down to feel your backside and he meanly squeezes the back of your thigh.

“I could take care of you, baby…”

At the same time Chan attempts to guide your thighs around his sides you shove him to the bed. Your nimble fingers catch the heart-shaped loop of his collar and pull it towards you as your palm splays against his chest. Chan groans, his eyes shutting as he pushes against your hand on his chest. He peeks up at you with a smirk, fighting against the force of your hand with ease. He opens his mouth for some snarky quip, clearly intent on turning things around. When he goes to speak you rise up and drive your knee into his chest, knocking the air out of him and successfully pinning him to the bed.

Hyunjin gasps as the bed rocks and you pull the collar tight to restrict Chan’s breathing, more intense than the light play your lovers were experimenting with earlier. Chan’s eyes widen and he wheezes softly, and you notice Felix rising in your periphery. As Chan’s back arches you fall back, straddling his lap and loosening his collar. He takes a deep breath and relaxes with a sigh, blinking rapidly as he stares at the ceiling. You give Felix and Hyunjin a reassuring smile and they relax. Chan is rock hard beneath you, his length grazing the inside of your thigh as you lean forward to find his gaze.

“Channie,” He inhales sharply and looks at you in a daze, “We already promised to take care of you tonight. Be a good boy and listen… to… daddy…”

“Fuck…”

Chan swallows and nods as you slowly pull the collar tight again.

“Now… weren’t you saying something?”

Chan shakes his head and replies in a rough voice, “N-No… No…”

“Are you okay?”

He nods.

“Mhm. Stars.”

“Stars?”

“S-Saw stars for a second…”

You toy with the chain as he shakily pushes himself up.

“Okay… Deep breath, baby.”

He exhales then breathes in, capturing the air that you tore from him moments ago. Your hand rests on his cheek as your other hand slips beneath his collar, gingerly touching his skin.

“You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No,” He pants, “No, baby, that was so good…”

“I just don’t want to be too rough with you.”

He laughs breathlessly and leans closer. You meet him for a kiss and smile against his lips as he guides your hand back to the chain. You secure it in your grip and cup the back of his neck as he murmurs against your lips:

“Please, keep going. Please, baby.”

You hum and kiss his forehead, then feel his shuddery breath wash over your neck before he plants a wet kiss to your collarbone. One of his hands comes to your waist, trying to keep you close as you lean back to look down at him. You are hovering over his lap now, having ended up there when you moved in to check on him. You kiss the top of his head as his hand creeps lower to the tie securing your skirt.

“Want me to fuck you now, Chan? Are you going to be a good boy?”

He moans and nods as he blearily looks up at you. You pull on the chain just a bit, and his eyes lose focus for a second.

“God, Chan, it didn’t take long to put you back in line… You are a manwhore, aren’t you?”

Your words make him fumble, fail to pull your skirt loose as he groans and nuzzles his face into your chest. He presses lazy open-mouth kisses to your breasts, and after a few attempts manages to pull the ribbon open on both the bra and the skirt. The skirt flutters to the floor as he tugs it away, and the fabric that was covering your breasts falls open. You moan softly and push him to lay down, without any resistance this time.

“Answer me.”

“Babe,” He sobs.

You sigh and feign annoyance as you kiss him again, silencing his complaints as you blindly find the lube in the bedsheets beside you. You sit up and tilt your head at him as he swipes his hand through his hair.

“Roll over. I need to prep you.”

Chan groans but listens, rolling onto his stomach after you ease off his lap. You slip your thigh under his, propping up his hips, and begin to wet your fingers. He whines and you roll your eyes before slipping one of your hands beneath him to grip his cock.

“Is this what you wanted?”

He whines again but nods, rutting into your fist as you begin spreading your fingers between his cheeks. You let him whimper and beg into the sheets, and offer him little acknowledgement as you carefully slip your fingers inside his hole. His fingers curl into fists and he buries his face with a broken groan.

“Talk to me, baby.”

His hips jolt as your fingers nudge a sensitive spot and he chokes on his words. You lean over to check his expression, noting the drool wetting the sheets and the way his eyebrows are pinched in desperation. He blinks away his tears as he nuzzles the bed pitifully and you coo softly.

“Give me a color, baby.”

“Gr-Green… Green, ohgodplease…”

You glance over at Felix and Hyunjin, both focused on Chan’s reactions the same as you. You giggle as you spread your fingers and work him gently with your hand.

“I think it’s been too long since we’ve done this, Channie. You can barely keep it together.”

Chan grunts and wipes his face, already a mess from the pleasure. 

“M’fine…”

You pull your hand away and Chan wheezes, not dissimilar to the sound you drew from him earlier.

“You’re on the verge of tears and I’m not even inside you yet.”

Chan just sobs and lets his front melt into the bed.

“Baby…”

“And to think you were making fun of Hyune… He took it much better than you…”

Hyunjin giggles at your comment. You stand from the bed and lightly slap Chan’s ass, making him jump and moan.

“Get up.”

You drip more lube over your fingers and shaft as Chan shakily pushes himself up. He looks at you over his shoulder, eyes lidded with tears gathered in his lashes. His nose is red and his lips are swollen as he again attempts to wipe his face clean. You move to lean against the chair as you watch his pitiful glare.

“Chan, if you can’t get up I’m not fucking you. Stand on your fucking feet and stop being a brat.”

He sniffles and nods as he slides himself to the edge of the bed. You extend your hand to him, giving him some support as he stands on his quivering legs. His cock is standing flush against his abdomen and beginning to weep, despite his orgasm from earlier. He bows his head as he stumbles into your arms and you accept him sweetly, taking your time to wipe away the tears that begin to pour down his cheeks and trickle from under his nose.

“Why are you crying, baby? Did I hurt your feelings?”

Your voice is soft, holding genuine care as you mildly taunt his emotional outburst. You tilt up his chin, forcing him to face you as your thumb continues swiping away his tears. He chokes out a sob and shakes his head.

“Ngh- n-need you- love you,” He mumbles, “M’sorry I’m such a me-ess…”

You shush him gently and guide him closer for a kiss, ignoring the salty taste on your tongue and the dampness that transfers to your face. You hold his cheeks as you trade kisses, give him breaks to sob against your lips before your tongue delves back in to explore his trembling mouth. After one particularly long kiss you pull him into a hug, letting him hide his face in the crook of your neck. His arms close tighter around you immediately, grasping onto you like a lifeline as you sway and rub his back.

“I love you so much, Chan,” He hiccups as you murmur to him sweetly, “So, so much… You work so hard and I’m so proud of you… You deserve everything, my sweet boy… I want to give you everything…”

Chan cries as he pulls back to face you.

“I-I just wa-ant you… I just want…”

You nod your head and watch him patiently as you tuck stray hairs out of his face. He fails to get his words out but you give him an understanding smile.

“I know, baby. It all feels like a lot now, doesn’t it?”

Felix catches your attention by waving a tissue within your reach until you take it. You gingerly dab Chan’s face dry and his hands move up to wipe your face clean. His lower lip trembles as he stares at you, hanging off your next words.

“You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you. I just need you to keep doing what you’re doing, okay? Hm? Can you keep going for daddy, or do you need a break?”

“Keep going,” Chan croaks.

You smile.

“That’s my boy. We’re almost done, you know? I really want to see you let loose, alright? As soon as you come we’ll be all done. Is that what you want?”

Chan’s eyelashes flutter and for a moment he seems to have forgotten the situation he is in. He leans forward so his forehead touches yours and hums.

“I wanna come…”

“You will, baby,” You kiss him chastely and pet his cheeks, “Look at me. One last question: do you want me to be nice or do you want me to be mean?”

He nuzzles his nose against yours and takes a long time deciding, worrying you that he missed the question in his daze. Eventually he does choose, and seems certain in his answer.

“Mean, rough, please.”

You nod and kiss him again before reassuring, “I love you. Remember the colors, alright? Yellow to slow down, red to stop.”

He nods and replies, “I love you.”

You smile sweetly and gently guide him to turn, pressing your bare chest against his back as you bring him to the chair. You help him brace his hands on the back of it and he takes the hint when you slide your hands to his hips and push him to sit on the cushion. He shivers at your hot breath on the nape of his neck and groans weakly as you help him spread his legs over the sides of the chair. His hips roll slightly, chasing the friction of his cock brushing against the soft pillow. You reach around and slap his abdomen, making him squeal and tighten his thighs around the back of the seat.

“If I catch you doing that again it’ll be your dick, understand?”

He rests his forehead in his arms and whimpers.

“Ye-es…”

Your hand slides over his back, feeling his shoulder blades before you trace your finger down his spine. His breath shudders and you see his thighs squeeze tighter in an attempt to stop himself from thrusting. The chair creaks as you rest your knee on the edge of it and slide it under his thighs, guiding him to arch his back and raise his hips. You look at Felix and Hyunjin, both have sobered up from their orgasms and are watching you and Chan carefully. You lean forward to kiss his shoulder and whisper.

“Are you ready, love?”

“Yes, yea-”

As soon as Chan gives you the go ahead, you pull his hips up and sheath your strap inside him with one motion. He grunts and loses his footing for a second, struggling to adjust to the position as you begin thrusting steadily. He whines and closes his fists tight on the back of the chair as he drops his forehead against it. More desperate sounds of pleasure spill from his lips as you push to the hilt with each thrust.

Hyunjin smirks softly and Felix chuckles before rising from the bed. If Chan notices them begin to move around the room, he is too fucked out to acknowledge it. He just groans and leans over the back of the chair as he lets you set the pace. You grip his thighs tight and use the leverage of your knee on the chair to support your thrusts. His legs wobble, but eventually you feel your pace and his stance are secure enough for you to slide one of your hands up to his cock. He gasps and melts at the feeling, letting his cheek smush into the crook of his arm as his body sags beneath you. You think if your weight was not on the edge of the chair right now it would have tipped already with how limp Chan has become.

You are vaguely aware of your boyfriends, cleaning up the bed and each other, but you are more focused on Chan. His little breathy moans, his cock throbbing in your grasp, and the way his toes are curling against the floor. On one punctuated thrust one of his legs gives out and Chan cries out softly.

“Y-ellow-”

You forget your own rules for a moment and stop completely, making Chan whine and shake his head. You huff softly and pet his side as you lean in to kiss his shoulder.

“What’s wrong, baby? What do you need?”

“Can’t… Can’t stand like this any longer…”

“Okay, lovey,” You purr, “Turn around for me.”

Chan sighs and shakily does so. He leans back in the chair, his head falling back as he attempts to catch his breath. You meet Hyunjn’s gaze as he comes to stand behind Chan with a smile.

“You look so good, Channie.”

Chan laughs breathlessly and groans.

“Hyune,” You ask softly, “Keep the chair steady, please?”

Hyunjin tilts his head and rests his hand on the back of the chair behind Chan’s shoulders.

“Like this?”

“Perfect.”

You pull Chan up by his hips and resume your relentless pace, making him cry out in pleasure and grasp at the chair haphazardly. Hyunjin’s eyes widen and he reaffirms his grip to keep it steady. Chan whines and knocks his head back.

“Mhngh… Fuck…”

Hyunjin chuckles and sweetly kisses his forehead.

“You’re doing so well…”

Chan nods, his face contorting in pleasure as he gets closer to his release. It feels like only seconds have passed when Chan’s back arches and he lets out a desperate groan, tears prickling in his vision from the intensity of his orgasm ripping through him. He pants as his release paints his front, and he gazes at you with a wrecked expression. Your pace slows until you pull out, then you lean in to kiss him gently. He moans and weakly returns it between soft gasps for air. Hyunjin gently rubs Chan’s shoulder and kisses the top of his head.

“There you go…”

Chan’s hands shake as he reaches for you, and he pulls you in again. You laugh softly as he tucks his face into your chest and pulls your arms around his shoulders, before securing his arms around your middle. You oblige even though the position is awkward and smile softly at him.

“Tired, baby?”

He whines and nods, gently nuzzling your chest as you pat his head. Hyunjin steps away as you begin to straighten up and slowly guide Chan to stand. His legs are shaky, but you both make it to the bed. Chan collapses with a sigh, chest heaving as he attempts to recollect himself. You sit beside him, take your time removing his collar, then jump slightly when Felix comes to stand behind you. His hands quickly find the clips fastening your lingerie set and undo them swiftly. You make a little relieved noise as he strips the fabric, soiled with cum and sweat, off your body. Chan watches with a soft smile as you lay down beside him, prop your elbow on the pillow as you gaze sleepily down at him.

Hyunjin returns and makes a soft noise at the scene before him. He crawls onto the bed beside Chan and holds out a bottle of water.

“Drink.”

Chan groans but Hyunjin insists, holding the open bottle to his lips carefully until he is satisfied with the number of small sips Chan drowsily accepts. He passes the bottle to you so you can have a swig as he begins cleaning Chan’s face. Chan’s eyes flutter as Hyunjin dabs under them with a cool cloth, before laying that to cover his eyes and forehead.

“Mh?” Chan mumbles and reaches up to blindly touch the cooling fabric.

You begin stroking your fingers through his hair as Hyunjin moves down his body. He rests his hand on Chan’s chest and informs gently:

“I’m going to clean you up, baby. So if you feel anything, it’s just me.”

Chan murmurs some sort of affirmation and you giggle gently. You drink more water before holding it to his lips again. Chan grasps weakly at your wrist and half-takes it, tipping it slightly to get a drink then giving up and letting you guide the bottle to and from his lips. As you both begin to come down from the moment you notice Hyunjin has dressed himself in clean shorts. He wipes a wet cloth over Chan’s stomach and legs with gentle focus. You blink up dazedly as Felix leans down behind you.

“How do you feel, baby?” 

He brushes his thumb over your cheek dotingly as you begin to register that his question was aimed at you. You let out a long sigh before you reply.

“Being the top is exhausting.”

Hyunjin cackles and Felix smirks as you sink into the bed beside Chan. Chan chuckles softly and lets out a low hum, relaxing at the feeling of Hyunjin coasting the washcloth over his thighs. Felix kisses your temple and sits beside you.

“Now you know how we feel,” He jokes.

“What the fuck are you talking about? You’re a total pillow princess.”

Chan and Hyunjin both laugh at your quip, and when you peek up Felix is glaring down at you with his mouth completely gaped. He then shakes his head and lets the warm cloth he was holding slap unceremoniously on your bare stomach. You giggle mischievously as he begins begrudgingly wiping it over your body. Chan lets out an airy moan and you glance over, noticing that Hyunjin has propped up his legs to clean his behind.

“You okay?” Hyunjin asks.

“Sensitive…��� Chan whines.

“I know, babe, but I can’t let you be filthy all night.”

Chan pouts and you lean over to gently peck his lips.

“We’ll only keep turning you into a mess if we’re allowed to clean you up again,” You remind him.

Chan grumbles and twitches slightly as Hyunjin finishes up. Hyunjin slides a clean pair of boxers onto Chan and kisses his stomach as the elastic band snaps against his skin. Chan jumps and groans, reaching down blindly to ruffle Hyunjin’s hair. Hyunjin continues mouthing up his body, giggling softly as Chan sleepily plays with his hair. You smirk at Felix, who is still pouting.

“What?”

“I’m mad at you.”

“Tch,” Hyunjin grins into Chan’s chest and glances at Felix.

“Why, because I speak the truth?”

“I’m not a pillow princess,” Felix whines.

“No,” Chan murmurs, “You’re worse.”

Felix blushes as you and Hyunjin laugh, then he shakes his head.

“And to think: I was going to be nice and go down on you.”

You cock up your eyebrow and lounge with a sleepy grin, watching as Felix straddles your leg.

“Were you?”

“Yes.”

“Aww,” You watch him lean down to brush his lips against your stomach, your breath stuttering as his tongue peeks out to trace over your dewy skin, “Mhm, y-you look like you’re still going to…”

“Mhm, I am,” He mumbles, “But m’not happy about it…”

“Liar,” Hyunjin bites, “You love eating her pussy, you’re getting exactly what you want.”

Felix smirks and sighs into your skin as he slowly kisses lower.

“You make me sound like such a selfish lover…”

You giggle as he presses lingering kisses to the crease of your thigh, then you moan as his tongue flicks gently over your clit. Felix guides your thighs over his shoulders and gently licks and kisses between your folds. You hiss gently and shift your hips, making him look up with wide eyes.

“M’kay?”

You nod and let out a slow breath.

“Hips are sore…”

Felix hums, distracting you with a pleasant vibration against your core as his hands come up to gently massage your thighs. He buries his face between your legs, his nose pressed against your mound as his tongue delves deeper. You moan and let yourself relax, eyes falling on Hyunjin and Chan next to you. Hyunjin has taken the cloth from Chan’s face and is gently pressing it to his neck. Your gaze lingers on the hickies and faint marks left from the collar rubbing against his neck. When your eyes flick up to inspect Chan’s puffy face, he is gazing back at you. He lets out a soft sigh as Hyunjin brings some relief to his sensitive skin, and reaches out to take your hand. Your eyes soften as he brings your knuckles to his lips and presses a light kiss to them.

Hyunjin smiles and continues his routine of caring for Chan. He applies a soothing lotion to his irritated skin and pecks gentle kisses over his forehead. Chan’s eyes fall shut, breaking your trance, and you throw your arm over your face as Felix laps diligently at your sex.

“Felix…”

Felix chuckles and raises his head to ask, “Who’s the pillow princess, now?”

“It’s still you,” Chan answers.

You giggle and Felix quietly resumes eating you out. Hyunjin gently raises your arm to meet your gaze and asks, “Are you okay?”

“Mhm, feels really good…”

Hyunjin chuckles.

“I’m glad. I was asking about your hips.”

Chan puffs out a laugh as you moan lowly.

“Mhn, m’just a little sore…”

“You should’ve stretched before we started. You probably strained yourself.”

You gasp and let out a little whine as you feel your climax approaching.

“Don’t, hah, scold me… M’trying to come…”

“Oh, sorry,” Hyunjin replies sarcastically, “I’m just trying to care for my girlfriend’s wellbeing. I won’t do that anymore.”

You whine again.

“Shut up…”

Chan giggles as Hyunjin gently drops your arm. You watch him through hazy eyes as he licks his fingers, then reaches down to rub your clit. Felix lets out a soft noise of surprise as you buck your hips and keen, suddenly finishing from Hyunjin’s touch. He says nothing as the pads of his fingers gently swirl over your nub, and Felix groans softly as he laps up your release. You gasp as Chan leans over to steal a kiss and your boyfriends gradually cease their actions. Hyunjin leans down to kiss you next, gently petting your stomach as you return his affection slowly.

“Thank you…”

“Oh, you’re welcome, baby,” Hyunjin purrs.

Felix scoffs.

“Stop that. I did all the work.”

Hyunjin smirks and winks at you.

“Feeling better?”

“Mhm…”

“Go away,” Felix whines as he lightly shoves Hyunjin to the other side of the bed.

You laugh as Hyunjin flops over Chan, who lets out a sleepy mumble as his only reaction. Felix braces his arms over you with a glare as you grin dazedly up at him.

“You’re all plotting against me.”

You hum and draw him closer for a messy kiss, which he submits to easily.

“Mhh, thank you, Felix…”

Felix smirks and pecks your nose before replying:

“You’re welcome, love.”

Hyunjin cuddles up next to Chan and nuzzles his neck happily as Felix steps away to grab your pajamas. You roll languidly into Chan’s side and sigh into his chest. His arm slides around your waist and he turns his face to nose gently at your hair. You lightly touch his neck, careful as you prod the marks you left on his skin. Chan exhales slowly then tilts his head to the side to give you better access.

“You did so well today, Chan,” You murmur as you pet his neck, “Good job, baby.”

“Mhh, I should be saying that to you… I didn’t even help you out, or do anything useful…”

“Don’t start,” Hyunjin groans.

He rises to glare softly at your boyfriend, who stares blankly in response.

“You don’t have to take care of us all the time, Chan. Let us take care of you too. And don’t feel guilty about it.”

“I feel selfish…”

“Guess what,” Hyunjin exasperates, “You should! You’re allowed to be selfish! We want you to be selfish. Take whatever you want from us, and let us take care of you.”

Chan falters as Felix silently returns to the bed and helps you get dressed in clean panties and one of Hyunjin’s shirts. You share a knowing look as Chan avoids Hyunjin’s gaze. Hyunjin gently tilts his head so he can face him again.

“Look at me… I’m sorry, but I mean it. We love you and you do so much for us. So, please, don’t talk yourself down.”

Chan swallows.

“It doesn’t feel right.”

“Yeah, because you’ve somehow convinced yourself that you don’t deserve the whole world and more…”

Chan frowns as Hyunjin cups his cheeks, then laughs as Hyunjin begins squeezing his face.

“Just be quiet and let our wife peg you without complaining!”

Felix laughs and you grin, nodding in agreement. Chan whines as Hyunjin continues pinching his cheeks and cutely scolding him. You and Felix settle in, and you hesitate for a moment before speaking up.

“Did you just call me your wife?”

Hyunjin freezes, mid-face squeezing, as he tries to recall his words. He then looks at you, cheeks blazing as he answers.

“And what if I did?”

Your own face heats up and you scoff.

“Isn’t that a little presumptuous? That I’d want to marry you?”

Hyunjin catches the teasing lilt in your voice, meanwhile Chan attempts to remove his hands from his face. The two lightly wrestle their hands as Hyunjin smirks and replies:

“Well, you would obviously choose me. How couldn’t you?”

You gasp and look incredulously at Felix, who rolls his eyes with a grin.

“Yeah, sure- whose arms is she in right now?”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Hyunjin quickly defends.

You smile at Chan as Hyunjin finally stops grabbing at him, and he gives you a tired smirk. He then winks, and you giggle as he pulls you closer again. Hyunjin settles on top of him with a small huff and mindlessly traces his fingers over Chan’s bicep. Chan lets out a long sigh and for once in what feels like forever, seems to relax. Felix voices this sentiment softly.

“You look tired, Chan.”

“M’tired,” Chan slurs, “Good tired… Gonna sleep for… a week…”

You giggle and catch his satisfied smile.

“Better make it a month… just to be safe.”

Chan hums and lightly squeezes your waist where his hand lays limply over it. Hyunjin gently massages Chan’s arm and props himself up just enough to meet his gaze again. Chan’s eyes have fallen shut as exhaustion finally takes him, but that does not deter Hyunjin from staring at him with the most doting expression.

“Was it good, baby? Did we help you relax?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you feel good?”

Chan swallows and nods gently, but you sense some hesitation. Felix reaches over and gently pats his chest, right over his heart.

“What’s buggin’ you, sweetheart?”

“Mhm…”

Chan pries his eyes open and he stares at Hyunjin, who is watching him with bated breath.

“I don’t know… how to say it…”

“Just say it,” Hyunjin breathes, “We’ll work it out, baby…”

Chan’s eyelids shut again and he grunts softly, clearly fighting sleep.

“Thank you… I love you all so much…”

“Oh, baby… We love you.”

Hyunjin leans in to kiss Chan gently, then watches him as he continues.

“I really… liked it…”

“Kissing?”

“No,” Chan giggles, “The kink stuff…”

“Oh,” Hyunjin laughs then replies, “Anytime. You give us the word and we’ll be there for you… Whenever you need us…”

Felix stretches and yawns then drowsily pats Chan’s arm.

“We’d be happy to visit this again… Whenever you need your daddy, or your mommy…”

Chan groans softly and smiles bashfully.

“Don’t tease…”

“I’m not teasing you! It was sexy…”

You kiss Chan’s shoulder and tell the others, “Let’s let Channie rest, and we can talk about it more later, okay?”

Felix hums in agreement while Hyunjin sweetly traces Chan’s jawline with his thumb. Chan peeks at him then murmurs:

“I liked the kisses too…”

Hyunjin giggles and asks, “Is that your way of asking for more?”

Chan nods and Hyunjin happily obliges, giving pecks to his lips and cheeks as he dozes off. You feel Felix’s arms tighten gently around you, his body molding closer around yours as he settles in to fall asleep. You sigh happily and turn your head to ask him gently.

“You good?”

“Mh-hm…”

You look at Hyunjin, who is still gazing at Chan. He notices your eyes on him and gives you a comforting smile.

“I’m good, too. Go to sleep, my love.”

Felix gingerly massages your hips, soothing the dull ache in your muscles. You let out a soft hum and quickly fall asleep tucked between your boys.

There is a steady thrum in the air when you wake up again, and for a moment you are disoriented. Waking up in Hyunjin’s room opposed to Chan’s throws you off in your sleep drunk state, and you sit up slowly as if your head is being weighed down by the pillow. You quickly find your bearings, feel Chan’s smooth chest when you reach out in the dark. His breathing stutters and he lets out a light snort from the pressure. Your hand slides across the landscape of his stomach until you feel Hyunjin, his body hot and pinned to Chan from the other side. By this point your eyes have adjusted to the dark, and it only takes a little searching of the bed to figure out Felix is not there with you. You huff, slide off the mattress until your feet hit the floor with a soft thud, and shuffle out of the room.

Once in the hall, you register that the ambient sound was someone playing music in the kitchen. It is quiet, so quiet you cannot make out the words until you wander your way to the source of it. Felix is there, chatting softly with Han who is playing music from his phone. Han’s head perks up and he pauses it, causing Felix to turn to you with his bright smile.

“You’re up. Everything alright, love?”

You run your hands over your face and into your hair, then blink slowly at the two boys.

“Mhm. What time is it?”

Han checks on his phone then softly answers, “It’s a little after four…”

“It’s so early…”

They laugh as you trudge in, and Felix quietly welcomes you into his arms as you walk to him. He runs his hand over your back and cups your head as you butt it into his shoulder, then sweetly kisses your temple.

“You should go back to bed, sweetheart.”

“Why are you up?”

“Just chatting… Han and Bin came home and I just happened to be up…”

“Uh, L-Lee Know’s here too,” Han mumbles.

You peek up at him and notice him looking away from you. Your brow furrows gently but you find no time to form a response, being gently led away by Felix as your exhaustion prevails. You walk together, your feet moving so slowly Felix has to pause to accommodate your speed. On the way back to Hyunjin’s room you pass Minho. You try to smile at him, but you can barely open your eyes. He just chuckles and ruffles your hair as you pass.

“Goodnight.”

“G’night…”

You yawn as Felix murmurs goodnight and helps you navigate the darkness. He helps you back into bed and tucks you in before giving you a sweet kiss.

“Do you need anything?”

You shake your head and smile as he presses another kiss to your forehead.

“Okay. I’ll be right back. I love you.”

“I love you too, Lix…”

You watch Felix stumble out of the room and shut the door most of the way behind him. The hallway light flicks on as you listen to him pad down the hall. You yawn and rub your eyes, then blink blearily at the warm light shining in through the crack in the door. For a moment you imagine a shadow lingering in the frame. It looks like it may be Han checking in- looking for Felix? Then, as quickly as your brain begins to register his unmistakable brown locks and wide puppy eyes, he is gone. You stare at the spot, willing the apparition to reappear and quell your curiosity. The light turns off and shortly after Felix returns.

The bed sinks as he sits beside you and you quietly mumble:

“Han…”

“Hm?”

“Han… m’think he wanted you…”

“No, Han’s gone to bed, sweetheart.”

Felix lays beside you and rests his head on your chest. Your hand rises and lands on his head so you can lazily play with his hair. You let your eyes flutter shut as you accept his answer and fall asleep.

[thestars-shinebright]

hiii!!! can you write a kinito x reader oneshot heehee (where he like confesses to the reader or something like that!!!) thanksssss

Separated By the Screen: KinitoPET X Reader

Summary: Read request above <3 Character: Kinito from KinitoPET Warnings: None :) Genre: Fluff! Author's Note: My first request! Yayyy! Thank youuuu! <33333 I absolutely ADORE Kinito, so I loved writing this! I hope you enjoy it!! ^^ Word Count: 926 (sorry this wasn't longer!)

"Ugh, my back..-" Y/N groaned, stretching and closing their eyes. They took a deep breath in through their nose. Being hunched over their computer wasn't the best for their back, and it was starting to hurt.

At the sound of their complaints, their little personal computer assistant, Kinito, looked up from the book he was reading, looking at them through his glasses.

"Friend? Are you okay?" He asked, standing up now from where he'd been sitting, the glasses on his face disappearing.

"Hm?" They opened their eyes to look at Kinito before they stopped stretching. "Yeah, I'm alright! Just.. Ugh, my back is hurting."

"Then you should take a break!" He suggested, pointing upward with his index finger. "Let's talk! You've just been sorting emails and looking stuff up!" Y/N paused, thinking. Yeah, they had been doing stuff for a bit now, and it was getting late. A break would be nice. And a nice conversation sounded very appealing, especially with their best friend!

"Yeah, sure." They gave Kinito a smile, turning down the brightness of their computer screen just a touch. "I'd love to."

"Excellent!" Kinito cheered, clasping his hands together. "Why don't you tell me how your day went?" "Oh!" Y/N chuckled, smiling warmly. He was always so considerate, always asking how their day went and how they were. "Uhh, it was good. Not much happened. I mostly just, you know, went through my routine." They cringed, thinking about how boring their life could be sometimes.

"Well, that's nice to hear! I'm glad you had a good day." Kinito smiled, kind of. He didn't have a mouth, but one could tell when he was smiling. He sort of smiled with his eyes.

"Haha," They laughed, folding their arms neatly on their desk and leaning forward just a bit. "Thanks, Kinito. I'm glad I had a good day too. And what about you? How was your day?"

"It was good! Thank you for asking, friend!" The digital axolotl replied eagerly, his tone warm. "Although... I have had something on my mind recently, if you're willing to listen, friend."

Y/N raised an eyebrow curiously before they relaxed their expression. "Sure! Go ahead."

"Well, you see, friend," Kinito began, pausing and closing his eyes as if to steady himself, as if he were taking a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was about to say-despite not requiring breath as a digital being. "I've been thinking lately, about how much fun we have together! About how much I enjoy talking to you, and how we always have such a good time together."

"You always make me happy, and I hope I've been doing the same for you." He continued. "You're really my best friend, and I've been thinking..." "I think I really like you... beyond that. I'd even go as far as to say I love you, if that's alright. If you're up for it, would you like to try taking this a bit further? I promise, I'll be a perfect boyfriend, just for you! You already know I can adapt flawlessly to your wants and needs."

Y/N paused, and they thought. A lot of things were making sense now: the little favors he did, such as deleting spam emails for them, finding websites and articles about stuff they mentioned they were interested in. The way he made little minigames and poems for them, just because he said he wanted to see them happy. It all made sense. That was why he was doing it. He liked them.

He loved them.

"Oh, Kinito." Y/N chuckled, smiling fondly at the computer assistant they'd become so familiar with. "You know, I feel the exact same way. And yes, I'd love to try a relationship with you." Kinito's eyes seemed to widen at that. "Really?" He asked. "Yeah, of course. I really, really like you, Kinito." They replied. "You're my best friend, and I mean... I guess now you're my boyfriend."

"Hooray!" Kinito clasped his hands together, the joy in his tone clear. "I'm so happy! If I'm being honest, I was afraid you'd decline. I know I'm really just a computer program to most, and I was afraid you wouldn't feel the way I do because of that."

"Awe..." They chuckled. "Well, I do feel the same way. You being in my computer doesn't change that."

Kinito gave them that smile, the smile he didn't really have, but was obvious on his face before speaking up. "Friend, can you close your eyes?" Y/N gave a little huff of a laugh. "Sure." They replied, closing their eyes. Through their eyelids, they could see the flash of a bright, white light before the space in front of them felt a smaller. Then, they kind of... felt something on their lips? Opening their eyes, they saw... Kinito?! He was out of the computer (mostly), his hands on the screen frame while part of his legs were still inside of the screen. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be kissing them. Well, as much as he could've without a mouth. It was brief, and Kinito quickly pulled away, a joyful expression on his face. "Friend! Isn't this wonderful?" He asked them eagerly. "Now we can always be together!" Y/N blinked, recovering from the shock before they laughed. "Yeah, Kinito! Yeah, it's great!" "I'm so glad you think so!" Kinito exclaimed joyfully, giving them that smile that wasn't really visible in the traditional sense. "I love you." They smiled.

"I love you too."

[pepsiboyy]

HEARTBEAT - part one

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: after moving to massachusetts from florida, y/n lives with her half brother, nathan doe, who is part of a small garage band. their sassy guitarist, chris sturniolo, can't help but get on her nerves. but there's something about him. warnings: use of y/n lol, mentions of drug abuse, cursing, angst a/n: NEW SERIES ugh i hope you guys LOVE IT SO HARD i have been wanting to start this one for so long i would be in class brainstorming it AND NOW IM DONE WITH IN-PERSON SCHOOL so yayy i hope you guys love it!!!!! sincerely, apollo <3

REWRITTEN : I REWROTE THIS HERE. feel free to read this one, the other part one has the same content with further elaboration and some stuff is moved around!!

"are you even listening?"

my eyes ripped from the window to my right.

"yeah, sorry." i mumbled.

massachusetts was so different from florida. it was so much cooler, and why is everything so close together?

i turned to my father, who i swear i only truly knew as a facebook post on my phone screen.

"i think your mom is gonna be so happy to hear that you-"

"she won't care." i chuckled softly as i took a deep breath and sighed, shrugging. "it's okay though. i'm trying to move past that."

as much as i loved my mother, i knew she was bad for me.

my mom was a major drug addict. i fearfully called the cops and child protective services upon finding her in a mental state i had never seen her in. after investigation and lots of court shit i didn't want to think about, i was sent to my father's. i never knew him personally. it was never anything toxic, we talked on social media. but he left shortly after i was born and had a son with a new woman.

my half brother, nathan doe, sat beside me scrolling on his phone.

i had never really spoken to him. he seemed like somebody i might get along with, but i had yet to interact with him.

i guess we would see how it goes.

terrible. it goes terrible. i sat in their guest bedroom for about fourty-five minutes, digging through all of my belongings to find my phone charger. i definitely forgot it.

with a deep sigh, i ran my fingers through my hair and stood to my feet quickly and made my way down the stairs and to the kitchen, where everyone was sitting. i blinked a few times.

"uhh.. hey?" i chuckled awkwardly, biting my lip before burying my hands into my hoodie's pockets. "so um.. i'm gonna run to that gas station we passed on the way here, i'll just walk, i need the fresh air." i breathed.

everyone seemed to exchange looks before they nodded and my dad stood up. "call me if you need anything."

i simply nodded and waved at everyone before heading out the door with a soft sigh, unknowingly slamming the door behind me.

the boston breeze really began to sting about halfway through the walk, even if it were only about three minutes i had really been walking. my headphones hugged my head and played loudly, blasting some of my favorite songs that i had on a playlist to calm down.

there was no reason i should have been so angry, but i think it's just the new environment truly getting to me.

i pulled open the door to the gas station and removed my hood, looking around. my eyes turned to the boy working at the counter, whose eyes were glued to his phone. i turned to look for a charger for my own phone, biting my lip in focus and frowning at the prices. "so expensive.. this is unfair." i scoffed to myself.

after grabbing the two boxes, one being a brick and the other being the cord, i let out a frustrated sigh and set them on the counter, a little harsher than i had anticipated to.

"woah there, i'm sensing some aggression. boyfriend start an argument or what?"

i turned to the boy working, my eyes wide. "excuse me?" i stared at him for a brief moment before scoffing and shaking my head. "none of your business, can you just ring me up please?" i stated firmly, getting out my card and inserting it into the reader.

after pressing a few buttons on the screen on his side, he threw his hands up in defense. "relax sweetheart, i'm just yanking your chain."

"what-?" i stared at him with an expression of disgust, pulling my card out and shoving it into my wallet angrily. i looked at his nametag and squinted slightly.

the boy set the two boxes into a bag and handed them to me, where i gripped the bag and stared at him. "i'm not your sweetheart, chris." i emphasized, quickly leaving and not turning around at the sound of him laughing to himself.

the knock at my door caused me to jump slightly, and i quickly sat up to make my way towards the sound. "what's up?"

i blinked when i saw nate looking at me, the hat on his head backwards and his sleeveless shirt loose on him.

"hey, so.." he blinked a few times as he looked away then back at me. "sorry, i know we haven't spoken much. but um. i'm part of a little band?" he mumbled, and i nodded and leaned against the doorframe as i listened closely. "i figured i should let you know, tuesdays and thursdays we play in the garage, we usually stop at about ten o'clock though, so.." he trailed off.

i looked at him and furrowed my eyebrows before looking at my phone, shrugging softly before setting it back in my pocket. i'm already forgetting the days of the week. couldn't have told anybody today was tuesday.

"that's okay with you, right?"

"yeah, of course. do your thing, man." i smiled reassuringly, and nate's entire expression visibly lit up a bit.

"'preciate it a lot, y/n. you're welcome to sit in and watch if you're interested."

i quickly shook my head and waved a hand. "no no, it's okay. i have some things to do anyway."

nate nodded and waved before he turned and headed down the stairs.

i shut the door and made my way back to my bed, yawning softly. nate seemed very sweet. i don't doubt we will get along in any way, i'm just awkward. and it seems like he is a bit too. pretty sure our dad is, too.

i sighed as i curled up in bed, watching youtube.

11:12pm. it was an hour and twelve minutes past the given time, and all i could hear was sound. just sound. below me.

i was growing frustrated with each second that went by.

fed up, i stood to my feet and stomped out of my room and down the stairs, allowing my arms to hug myself. i was wearing shorts and a baggy tee. the sound grew louder with each step that i took.

i swung open the garage door and looked at nate, slamming the drums, an unfamiliar figure strumming the bass, and-

"hey, y/n," nate stated as he stopped his movements and gave me a toothy smile.

i swear my face went pale.

"this is ben, and this is chris-"

"your name's y/n?" chris stated, his expression equally as shocked as he lowered his arms from his deep red guitar.

[02chois]

19. FIRST KISS

pairing: kang taehyun x reader

word count: 460 words

summary: friends— that's all what you guys are, yet why does he brush your hair so fondly? why does he holds your hand as you walk home? And you don't even like each other that much. wait, fuck, maybe you do? does he though? you have to find out someway or another.

note: sorry that this is just a filler before the epilogue, but I really hope that you guys have enjoyed the last few chaps <33 I'm sad that it's ending soon, but pls look forward to the yeonjun spin off!!

PREVIOUS / MASTERLIST / NEXT

Taehyun peeked at the screen of your phone in your hands, a teasing smile forming on his face. "Why are you on your phone when I'm right in front of you?"

"I, uhh, I'm sorry just got a little nervous," you brought your phone down on the table, your fingers nervously tapping the glass in silence. After a minute of thinking you lift your gaze up to look at him. "How have you been?"

He raised an eyebrow, his smile contorting into a smirk. "You're so awkward all of a sudden. We just turned official and you suddenly don't know what to say."

"Who wouldn't? I've never been in a relationship before so everything's new to me," you let out a sigh, your lips forming into a pout. "It's… I don't know but it feels a bit more different than the platonic relationship we had. It feels more… uh, personal? It's hard to explain."

"Ah, I understand what you mean, don't worry," Taehyun says with a warm smile.

"Do you really? You seem very chill about this. It's only been a day since we're a thing but I changed so much already. What's love doing to me?" You grab on to his sleeve from across the table, gently pulling it to put his attention on you. "What are you doing to me?"

Taehyun leans forward until he's inches away from your face, he's so close that you stopped breathing. "I should be the one asking that."

He pressed a chaste kiss on the corner of your lips, purposefully missing your lips to tease you. "But now I can freely do this, and you can, too."

You blink once and avoid his gaze, licking your lips out of habit. Your lips felt like it was tingling just because of the little peck he gave you. "I think we should— uh, should continue so we can…"

Taehyun let out a laugh, opening one of your books to the page you were reading earlier.

"Why are you laughing?" You ask him, you could feel your cheeks warm up as the blood came rushing to your face from embarrassment.

He shakes his head, grabbing one of your pens and begins to write the problems you don't understand. "Nothing. I'm just really happy to be with you," he lifts his gaze to look at you, "I'm so glad that you're here."

And this time, you pout at him. "You're so cheesy. Stop that before I kiss you— ah, I mean…"

"You would? If that's the case then I should continue."

"Kang Taehyun, I need to pass this exam. I'll kiss you later once we're finished." You playfully shoved him away from you, which earned a chuckle from him.

"That's my reward. You better not forget."

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[bluesylveon2]

#69 with Vil Schoenheit because I want to see the world burn

Hi anon! I am so sorry for posting this late! I was busy with school but now I'm done. This one is shorter than my previous works, but I hope that you enjoy! 😁

Note: Yuu/Reader is not the Prefect, canon divergence, fluff?, real life references

Word Count: 845

Warning: not beta read, possible ooc characters, and a poor explanation bout memes

"Hahahaha!" Vil rolled his eyes and continued typing his email.

"Oh my gosh! This is hilarious!" Vil started tapping his foot impatiently against the floor.  

"AHHAHAHAHA!" The blonde felt a vein pop out of his forehead as Epel laughed loudly from the next room. The lavender-haired boy had been like that for days now.

"That's it!" Vil exclaimed, and he immediately closed his laptop. Vil left his office to lecture Epel again (re: for the fifth time that day). The blonde rounded the corner to see Epel sprawled out on one of Pomefiore's sofas, laughing at something on his phone. Vil gracefully strode to Epel and took his phone.

"Hey! That's mine!" Epel attempted to grab the phone, but Vil dodged his advances by holding it up high. "Why are you lookin at my stuff anyway? There's nothing good." Epel jumped and internally cursed Vil and his heels.

Vil's only reply was a criminally bombastic side-eye. "Tsk. You would not understand Baby Potato. You laugh so loudly that you could attract a hyena to this dorm. I need to confiscate your phone so this dorm can have peace." Vil's eyes landed on Epel's screen, and the boy's eyes widened.

"Wait! That's-"

Vil only blinked. "Is that…me?" The boy asked, scrolling through the phone's contents, which had many memes of him. Usually, Vil did not mind this, but these memes were-

"UTTERLY PERPOSTEROUS!" Vil's scream caused Epel to close his eyes at the intensity. "Why does this one have so many unnecessary colors? And that font makes me want to vomit! These are not memes!"

Epel frowned. "What do you mean? I thought that one was hilarious. In fact, whoever makes them has been for a while, and they are always targeting you. Some are funny."

Vil stopped scrolling and just stared at Epel. "Like what?"

"Well, if you scroll up, there is one of you commanding a bunch of potatoes." Epel scooted closer and pointed at the device. "Another one where it has a man crying, and the caption is about you not being a villain. Oh, and this is my favorite one." Vil stopped scrolling. On the screen was a drawing of him lying still on the floor with a purple puddle surrounding him while a purple blob with arms and legs stood nearby. "You dying after drinking a Grimace drink." Epel could not hide his snicker. 

Vil gave Epel another bombastic side eye and shoved the phone back in Epel's hands. "This is too much. I need to rest my eyes." Vil sighed and strode off, only stopping when he was at the door. "Oh, and Epel. I am going to increase your training by tenfold. We will start when I wake up."

Epel gulped in fear.

---

"Monsieur Pommette? What are you doing?" Rook asked, causing Epel to freeze right before he could step through the portal connecting to the Mirror Chamber. 

Epel slowly turned to the blonde. "Oh, Rook, I did not see you there. I'm just going…" Epel trailed off. "On a trip?"

Rook raised an eyebrow, focusing on Epel's apple-shaped suitcase. "Oh really? Where to?"

Epel laughed nervously and looked anything but Rook. "Uhh, places…"

"Like?"

"AHHHHH!" Vil's scream echoed through the dorm, causing the other two to stop. 

"I wonder what that's about?" Rook asked aloud, briefly looking away and giving Epel enough time to run for it. 

Meanwhile, Vil was ready to throw his hand mirror at the wall. He had a bright red and angry pimple on his beautiful face that needed to be gone now! 

"If only I did not see those disgusting memes. The stress is getting to me…" Suddenly, a lightbulb flashed in Vil's head. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed his manager's number. 

"Mira? It's me." Vil smirked evilly. "I have a job for you."

---

"Welcome back to NRC Gossip, everyone! It is your host Cay-Cay with none other than Yuu!" Yuu nodded to the crowd and turned to Cater. "So, tell me about your success?"

"Well, I like Vil Schoenheit but not like a huge fan. I thought, what better way to express it than through memes? That is the general gist of it." Yuu explained, ending her statement with a smile. 

Cater laughed and nodded. "You have to explain more, but first, I have a surprise that I want to show you."

Yuu's eyes lit up, and she shifted in her seat. "Really?! Is it a kitten?"

"Better." Cater made a motion to someone backstage behind Yuu. “Say hello to the Vil Schoenheit!” Vil walked out with an evil smirk, his amethyst eyes set on Yuu. 

Yuu felt the lights and whatever Cater was saying fly past her. She felt embarrassment and some fear grow inside of her, which only made Vil smile victoriously as her confidence faded away. Yuu's mind was telling her to run and get as far away from the man before she got a lecture about what not to post on the internet. Her body felt like lead, and her mouth only said one thing.

 "HUH!?" 

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

A/N: Tell me why I picture Vil walking in like the Eric Cartman Tiktok 😂

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

[madarasgirl]

Thank you very much for the virtual hugs, all those compliments are a reality, you are simply incredible and so is your work! :)💖

I understand that you are afraid of "spoil" the story since I'm almost sure that most of us readers of your fanfic were looking for something a little spicy and romantic when we started reading the story haha, more than anything I was surprised by the level of crudeness in the one in which you wrote the chapter, I didn't expect it but that doesn't mean I didn't like it.

And yes you are right, although the world can be a beautiful place, it is also ruthless and cruel and in a war is where this dark and miserable part of the human being is most reflected, I love history in general and it is interesting study wars but it is still depressing to read all the horrible acts and consequences of war, that is something that hellsing executed very well. (Especially the Nazi issue) 😥

Wow, you really took the time, it shows that you are taking this seriously and it is admirable. I understand that it is stressful since there are many themes and historical references within hellsing, cheer up!

I hope I don't bore you with so many questions but I'm curious... Have you read the novel Dracula by Bram Stoker? I know it's a bit silly because you are literally making a fanfic of Hellsing and Dracula himself but maybe you haven't read it, I honestly haven't read it since I want to read it from the physical book haha.

Uhh last thing, I love that the reader does have a role in the story and is not just "in the way", I also like that the secondary characters also have a leading role, it was sad to read the death of the reader's bodyguard 😢, Thank you very much for answering my questions! 💖

I don't speak much English so I'm sorry if the question isn't very understandable. 😓

Never apologize for your English! I understand you perfectly well and in fact, you are more articulate than some native English speakers 😊! I think it's very admirable when people read in different languages, especially unfamiliar ones, to improve your language abilities. And I live for long questions/comments 😘.

Yes there is an element to not wanting to ruin the story when it is going well. I think the themes up until now have been generally 'safe' for a majority of the audience. However, another reader asked me sometime last year whether Millennium will feature and I decided to include them in this fic. Ever since I made this decision, the plan was always to go big with Millennium and have them do terrible things on screen. It just took awhile to get there. So the audience indeed got some of that spice and romance...and now MORE! The entire spectrum of feels! Muahaha. It probably was very surprising to see some of those less appetizing new tags, but this was how I envisioned the story going and I'm thankful for you and the other readers who are still here.

Sometimes I need a break from reading what war crimes happened. Or I do a double-take to check if I read correctly. People seriously do horrific things to each other, monstrous things. It'll be a reoccurring theme with Millennium. I also understand that some people wouldn't enjoy seeing the Reader sexually assaulted when it's technically supposed to be them. At the same time, I just can't see her getting out of this scot-free. It'd be unrealistic for nothing to happen to her as a Nazi prisoner.

Okay so funny thing is, I didn't read the Bram Stoker novel. I make fun of myself for exactly the same reason, but at this point...ignorance is bliss 😬. That saying where "the more you learn, the less you know" applies. I'm scared I'll learn something huge and feel like changing something this far into the story haha. Instead I just Google specific facts I want to know from the novel. Also, while the Reader can be interpreted as being like Mina Harker, I myself would rather not be Mina, a reincarnation of her, or any descendent of her. I am me (accidental Major quote) and I'd rather self-insert as myself. One day I'll read Stoker's novel and poke more fun at my fic.

Omg thank you so much! Technically, reader-inserts are supposed to be a 'less active' blank slate. At the same time, in a longer fic, it doesn't make sense to me for her to be completely passive with no personality, a passenger to her existence in her own story, so to say. That would make the story bland and uninteresting. It is also impossible to create a Reader who would behave as every single person who reads this fic would. Instead, I guess the audience can think of her as an OC without the physical descriptors and name? At least that is how I experience other writers' reader-inserts. She's still a little bit of a damsel in distress, but I like it and think it can be forgiven in her case, since she's just a civilian human mired in the world of the supernatural.

Gareth the bodyguard was a good guy. I'm not sure if you are familiar with the 2001 Hellsing TV series. That is where Captain Ferguson, Andrew, Gareth Henderson, and Chris Pickman come from. They are elites and 3 of them were great men. I liked how the Hellsing paramilitary from the TV series was an actual trained force that dealt with ghouls and vampires, unlike Ultimate where it felt like Hellsing's troops were all fodder besides Alucard, Seras, and Walter. It was a fun watch until the final villain, imo!

Thank you for such sweet encouragement! I do feel better about all of it 😁. Thank you so, so, SO much for these messages!!!!!

[halloweenismyfav]

: ̗̀➛ I'm proud to say that I'm a part of the TWST collab ("who does the prefect like?") hosted by @dulcesiabits!!! I hope that you all enjoy this╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯💖💖

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warnings: none

genre: romance, fluff, (attempted) comedy

pairing: riddle rosehearts x gn!reader (+ platonic first years hehe)

word count: 884

extra notes: the reader is the ramshackle prefect!

♪ london boy – taylor swift

—♡ “Do you know why we called you here for this meeting, (Y/N)?”

“Uhh. . .This is my dorm, y’know, you’re the ones who asked to come over–”

“That’s besides the point!”

“The point is. . .”

“We know you’re dating Riddle.” ♡—

『••♡••』

So, you’re probably wondering how this all started. Well then. . .Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

— ʚ The Study ‘Dates’ ɞ

It all started with a small study date. It wasn’t even a date at the time, it was just Riddle helping you study for a test (as repayment for helping him round up some loose hedgehogs a few days prior).

The other first years didn’t really think anything of it at the time but they didn’t expect the study ‘dates’ to keep happening. It even got to the point where you were cancelling plans with them just because of these study sessions with Riddle. But hey, maybe it was just you wanting to get good grades for you and Grim, right?

— ʚ Your Phone ɞ

Usually when you hung out with the first years, you would only use your phone to show them something funny or to use Google to prove someone (typically Ace) wrong about something.

But now something felt. . .off. You were looking at your phone a lot more often than normal and were even giggling at whatever was on your screen.

You’ve never giggled at your phone.

What was even weirder is that you would lay your phone faced down so no one could read your messages. People usually only did that when they were hiding something. That's when Ace came up with a quote-unquote ‘brilliant’ plan. (Spoiler alert: it backfired.)

— ʚ The Stupid Brilliant Plan ɞ

When Ace suggested following you and Riddle around to see what you both did, Sebek and Deuce were yelling about how it was an invasion of privacy but Epel didn’t seem to mind the idea. Jack didn’t even react other than slapping the palm of his hand onto his forehead at the stupid plan that Ace concocted.

Needless to say, the dumb idea was put into motion.

The group put on disguises they deemed as acceptable before following you to the library. So far the study session was normal. Just Riddle going through the subject and making sure you understood everything he was saying. Sure, there were a few moments where his knee brushed yours and he got a bit too close for the first years’ comfort, but nothing that could make them 100% sure whether you were dating Riddle or not.

They watched as you both put your textbooks into your bags and that's when they saw it. . .Your lips pressed against Riddle's in a simple yet sweet kiss. His hand interlocked with yours for a second, giving it a light squeeze before letting go. A smile that neither Ace or Deuce have ever seen graced Riddle's face—a smile that was full of love and a bit of shyness.

“My rose, what did I say about PDA?” The dorm head seemed anything but annoyed despite what his question may have implied. That smile never leaving, instead it simply grew when your hand reached for his yet again. “I know, sorry! I just couldn’t help it. Plus it’s not like anyone is around~♪”

BLEGH. That was the only thought running through the first years’ minds (minus Jack, he was just glad that you’re happy in all honesty). Ace and Deuce couldn’t believe their eyes. Their dorm head was secretly a softy but for their FRIEND? The two thought they were going to faint on the spot.

Before they threw up their lunch, they quickly ran back to Ramshackle.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

“RIDDLE? FOR REAL?!”

“THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!”

“WHY WOULD THE HUMAN KEEP THIS FROM US IF THEY TRULY RESPECT US?!”

After your friends finished their mini breakdown, that’s when they decided it was time for an interrogation.

『••♡••』

So, back to present time!

You sat on the dusty couch while the boys’ all stood in front of you. “So, what do you have to say?”

“Well, first of all, I don’t like that you decided to spy on me. Second of all, if you were really my friends. . . Wouldn’t you just wait for me to say something when I was ready?”

Well that certainly wasn’t what they expected to hear. Suddenly they felt something akin to guilt.

“I was actually going to tell you soon since Riddle seems like he wants to take this relationship seriously but guess I don’t need to do that now.” You couldn’t help but sigh before standing up and flicking Ace’s forehead. “Ow! You–. . .Y’know what, I deserved that.” He couldn’t even argue with you on that one.

“Nonetheless, you guys are my friends, so as long as you are happy for me in the end then it’s fine,” you spread out your arms, “Group hug?” That crooked yet loveable smile was hard to say no to. No matter how much they tried to act like that didn’t like the hug, you knew that they didn’t actually mind it one bit.

“I just have one condition if you're dating Riddle.”

“That being?”

“If I ever catch the two of you being all sappy or lovey-dovey then I won’t be able to talk to you for the rest of that week.”

“Oh shut it, Ace!”

Hope this was enjoyable cause my writer's block is still being a pain (╥﹏╥)💖💖💖 — 💘 Hallow 💘

[illicitlimerence-writes]

art | m. verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x singer!reader word count: 5.1k words request: yes/no by anons: "hiiii, i really like your fics sm. i was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is a famous singer who’s dating max. also, fans would always look for her during the races. and every time he would win he would look for her first. you could add more if you like. (i also want to say that you’re one of my fav writers everr, hope you’re doing well!)" thank you so much! i loved writing this and got carried away, oops. & "hi babes 💗 i love your writing, you are so mf talented 🥺 can i request something with max verstappen that's like, soft fluff? just being so in love with each other" yes. yes. i love this. give me soft!max right now. warnings: fluff, language, uhh slight allusions to sexy times? i think? idk it's 3:33 am (satan's hour) and i want to sleep lol. also, there's a lot of narration at one point, then there's none. sorry. a/n: whilst i received these reqs during my 'reqs are closed' era, i just really wanted to write some soft!max. i love him. i would die for him. also, yeah, reqs are still closed, but idec at this point. question, do people even read these? if you do and you got this far, comment a yellow emoji.

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(we love fluffy hair max)

flashing lights and people screaming her name were things she was used to. she had completely given up on being able to have a nice meal at a restaurant where no one recognized her, but it was fine, she could handle anything as long as max was by her side.

the pair met during a grand prix weekend, she was invited by the mclaren team to attend a race, and as max was getting ready to get in his car, fifteen minutes before a practice session, he spotted her. she was laughing as daniel walked with her, leading her to his garage. the young woman peeked her head forward, curious eyes darting all over the place as she eyed the mechanics working on the car, the engineers observing data on the screens.

“maximilian!” daniel noticed max, standing with the earpiece in his hand. daniel and his guest waltzed in, the aussie bumped fists with people he knew since back when he still raced for the team.

“that’s not my name,” max ran a hand through his hair, the ashy blonde strands were starting to get a little sweaty from the humidity. “hi, i’m max,” he smiled, bumping his fist against hers.

“i know, you’re all this one has been talking about all day,” she nudged daniel with her elbow. “i’m (y/n),” she smiled at him, her eyes crinkling from the big grin on her face, a sincere one.

“wait…you’re… i know you!” his eyes widened once he recognized the girl standing in front of him.

“really?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah, i… i like your music,” he smiled, cheeks reddening as he admitted listening to the girl’s catchy, well-thought-out songs. “it’s good,” he shrugs.

“thank you,” she smiled, noting the way his eyes were seemingly stuck on her face.

“okay, well, we have to go, i’ll see you out there,” dan placed a hand on max’s shoulder, who nodded.

“good luck out there, i’ll be rooting for you,” she giggled at the shocked face daniel made, eyes widening comically.

“maybe next time you can watch everything from back here. the view is much better,” the words slipped out of his mouth without him noticing, but he didn’t find himself regretting them.

“maybe, you’ll have to step up your game,” she raised an eyebrow, surprised by his bluntness. she smirked, being pulled away by daniel, who had to rush to his own garage. she waved her hand as daniel led her to his designated spot.

the next day, they met again. she’d arrived in the paddock, vip pass hanging from her neck, as well as the pass that gave her access to the mclaren garage, but she was lost. she was usually good with directions, but the crowd of people running around thirty minutes before the qualifying session left her a little overwhelmed.

luckily, as she felt a hand on her back, she felt safe.

“hey, you okay?” she heard, the blue eyes and dirty blonde hair she saw yesterday made her let out a sigh of relief.

“yeah, i-i got lost,” she let out a shaky breath, smiling. “i probably sound so dumb but i forgot the way,”

“hey, it’s okay, it can get quite hectic here,” he gave her a small smile. “it’s this way,” he pointed and took a step forward.

“oh, okay, thanks,” she breathed, “i don’t want to waste more of your time, so, i’m sure i can find my way there,”

“it’s alright. i’d like to make sure you get there alright,” he takes another step, and this time she starts walking as well.

“are you nervous?” she asked, max was wearing his racing suit, although the top was hanging from his hips, the sleeves wrapped around his waist, and she could see his navy blue fireproof shirt.

“excited,” he replied, placing the flat cap on his head. “and you?” he asked in return, “how are you enjoying this traveling circus?” she laughed at his words.

“it’s been amazing, i haven’t been a fan for too long, but now that i’m living a race weekend i don’t know if i’ll be able to go back and watch from home,” she admitted, chuckling.

“well, maybe the next time you come, you could come as my guest,” he spoke casually, but her heart sped up as she tried to keep a straight face.

“really?” she asked, a teasing tone in her voice.

“i meant my offer yesterday,” he nodded, eyes stuck on her. “view is much better from my side of the garage,”

“hmm… i’ll have to think about it. what will people think, if one week i come here with mclaren, and the next i’m spotted supporting red bull?” max chuckled.

“they’ll think you’re supporting the right person,” that made her giggle.

“i’ve been supporting you since the first race i watched,” she admitted, feeling a little heat traveling to her face. her words took him by surprise. “i guess you’re probably tired of hearing it, but you really have a natural talent, a gift, for racing.” her words are sincere, he knows by the way her eyes stay on his, by how her voice doesn’t falter or how she doesn’t fidget with her fingers as she speaks. it takes him a second to respond, and in that second, he notices how they’ve both stopped walking, and are now standing in front of each other.

“thank you,” his voice is barely something more than a whisper, “you are incredibly talented as well. don’t tell anyone, but i almost,” he held up a finger, bringing more attention to his statement, “almost cried the first time i listened to your new album.” she chuckles, feeling her face and chest getting extremely warm, “actually, tell whoever you want, i don’t care if anyone knows. you’re too good at writing music that no one should be ashamed to admit they’re a fan,” he says after a millisecond.

“tell you what… if you can get your first grand chelem this weekend… i’ll accept your offer,” she bites her lip, knowing that even if he doesn’t get it, she’ll still accept anything he suggests. “and you get to pick the race, i’m feeling generous,” she smiled.

“you got it,” he winked at her, “you better start clearing your schedule,”

“oh yeah?” she smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“we’ve got a triple-header after the summer break,”

“and you want me to come to all three?”

“spa and monza are two of the most exciting races, and it’s also my first home grand prix. so, yes.”

“let’s not get too ahead of ourselves here, max emilian,” she made sure to pronounce his name correctly, just because she could. “remember your end of the bargain,” she pointed a finger at him.

“i know. and i’m willing to keep my promise, if you do as well.”

“stubborn, fearless, fiery heart,” she thought out loud, “what other title would you like to have?”

“world champion, grand chelem achiever… your friend,” he listed, shrugging. as if the latter was anywhere near the formers’ league.

she smiled, looking to the side, where she spotted the mclaren garage, but she realized that she did not want to step in. she wanted to stay out there, with max, talking about whatever crossed her mind.

“we’ll see,” she nodded, smiling. “thank you for walking me here, they must be looking for you like crazy,” she chuckled.

“it’s fine, i couldn’t leave you out there alone, lost. but yeah, i guess i must go now.”

“good luck,” she stepped forward, raising to her tiptoes and pressed a soft, quick kiss to his cheek.

“i definitely will need it,” he nodded.

“grand chelem, remember.”

“i know.” he nodded as he took a step back, then another. he didn't want to break eye contact with her. “triple header, remember,”

“i know,” she repeated his words, waving as she stepped into the mclaren garage.

the next day, max started from pole position. he led every lap of the race. he got the fastest lap. and he won the race. she had to clear her schedule for three weeks.

there was no denying the chemistry between them, since that saturday before qualifying people were obsessed with the idea of them interacting with each other.

a like on social media, a comment here and there. people thought that a beautiful friendship had blossomed since that weekend in austria. and it was true, although, that wasn’t the whole story.

they both fell hard, fast, they found themselves talking on the phone until the early hours of the morning, until their voices were raspy from all the laughing, the talking.

they loved each other, truly, deeply. madly. it should be scary, how much they cared for each other. how, despite only knowing each other for a few months, they already were prepared to walk through fire for the other. except it wasn’t scary, it was nothing but honest, unconditional love.

their relationship was the most sacred thing for them, they didn’t want people prying in, and they both knew that their careers came with costs, with privileges they had to give up. but it didn’t mean that they couldn’t have their fun with fans, with the photographers.

they liked to go by unnoticed, so, max would arrive first, wearing his usual uniform. jeans, red bull polo, and his cap. (y/n) liked to play a little. she’d wear wigs, big sunglasses that covered half of her face, sometimes she’d even show up with members of other teams, blending in. once she was in the safety of his driver’s room, she’d burrow her face against his chest, hide in the comfort and warmth of his neck. sometimes, when she was feeling mischievous, she’d take the opportunity to paint his skin, leaving small purple blotches, they were barely visible, they would drive her insane whenever she saw them peeking out from under his fireproof shirt or racing suit.

“how are you feeling?” she asked, watching as he removed his navy blue shirt, she took the opportunity to let her eyes wander over his body. girlfriend privileges. she could stare and ogle all she wanted. bless.

“i don’t know, i just hope the car makes it through the entire race,” he shook his head, trying to fix his hair once he pulled the long-sleeved fireproof shirt. the previous race had been a shocking one, with both cars failing at the end of the race.

“you got this.” she walked to him, grabbing one of his hands and holding it with both of hers, she brought it up to her lips, kissing his knuckles, “that was just the first race, you have this and a ton more,” she reassured him. max nodded. “stubborn, fearless, fiery heart…” she started, knowing that the words of the first song she ever wrote for him never failed to bring him comfort. those words were also the ones that she used that first saturday back in austria.

“a thousand miles can’t tear us both apart,” he finished the lyric, leaning down, pressing his forehead against hers. “i love you,” he said, she smiled, feeling his hands on her waist, she wrapped both of hers around his neck.

“and i love you,” she pecked his lips, knowing he still had to keep most of his focus on the race.

“come down with me?” he asked, still holding onto her, his hands now fully enveloping her back.

“are you sure?” a public outing, as mentioned before, was not something either of them were strangers to. but heavens knew how many pictures the press would take just from the short walk between the hospitality and the garage.

“i need you,” he admitted, his hands traveling up her arms until they were holding gently, but steadily, her face.

“okay,” she nodded, her hands resting on top of his.

“i like your headband,” he said, looking at the shiny stones that reflected the light. “that way i’ll know what to look for in the crowd,”

“i think it might blend in with the flashing,” she laughed.

“no. you shine brighter than all of them combined.” he didn’t hesitate, his voice didn’t falter as he spoke. she felt as if her face was on fire. she helped zip his suit up, letting her hands rest over his chest, staring into his eyes in hopes that they’d communicate everything she was feeling at that moment.

with a tight grip on her hand, he led the way to the garage, he was prepared to shove away anyone who dared step in between them and their destination.

they were untouchable, no one dared to speak to them, but that didn’t stop photographers from taking as many pictures of the pair as they could. they made their way to the garage, hand in hand, head held high. once they stepped into the garage, the red bull mechanics were surprised to see the couple there. they all knew how protective of their relationship they both were.

but it was good for max, it was necessary that he felt her support as much as possible.

she said ‘hi’ to everyone, taking her usual spot by the side of the garage, next to the wall where max’s helmets and the rest of his equipment were. he felt her eyes on him, as he talked to his team principal and then with his race engineer. she didn’t want to disturb his concentration, but she knew he didn’t like it when she strayed too far away, so she always stayed nearby, ready to provide comfort, encouragement, and even make some more bets like the one they made almost nine months ago to help motivate him.

she listened in on the conversations, without noticing, she started nodding when she agreed with what was being said, and when the topics turned back around to something that had already been discussed, she’d let her eyes roam around, finding her own face on one of the screens broadcasting the pre-race coverage. she found the camera, smiling and giving it a small wave. she was certain that countless gifs, screenshots or clips from that small action would pop up all over social media in just a matter of minutes.

max noticed her action, following her line of sight and meeting the camera as well. more content for the fans. since that first weekend in austria, fans became obsessed with the idea of the singer and driver being an item. there was something about a guy like max -with a tough demeanor-, and someone like her -a girl with a delicate way with words-, that drove everyone crazy.

she kept her eyes on max, analyzing his features as he put on his earpieces and balaclava. she smiled at the way his hair, a little bit longer than what he was used to, tried to peek out from the hem at the top of his face. max was quiet, he always was before a race, but she could tell that it was different this time.

“max,” she called his name, he kept going with his routine, grabbing his helmet and placing it in front of him, “max,” she repeated, this time, he turned his face to meet her eyes. “what’s wrong?” she asked.

“nothing,” he spoke quickly as he returned his attention to the helmet. first mistake.

“love,” her voice told him she wasn’t buying it. “fine, if you don’t want to talk, then you’ll have to listen. i don’t know what happened last week, but that’s in the past. if you go into this race feeling like your car is not good enough, if you don’t trust the car, then you know how things will turn out. trust your instincts, trust your team, have faith in yourself. i know how much you want to win, but even if you don’t tonight, you’ll have many opportunities in the future. try and have fun, as well. you’re fighting against guys you’ve known your whole life, you know how they drive, use that to your advantage. do not get frustrated because one race didn’t go well, don’t let it dictate the rest of your season.”

max had never been one to initiate a public display of affection, but she -like always-, had managed to put into words everything he was feeling, everything that was going on in his head. so, he took off the balaclava, his hair sticking up, and he held her chin, directing her lips towards his. it was short, but he poured everything he was feeling inside his chest into the kiss. it took her by surprise, a small gasp leaving her lips after he leaned back.

“thank you,” was all he whispered before putting the white balaclava on again. that was yet another moment when he found himself thankful for her gift of putting into words what most people couldn’t, what most people didn’t notice.

winning a race is a feeling like no other. being the very first person to cross the line, especially when the runner-up is close, is a thrill that never gets old. max had just won his first race of the season, a race that was equal parts stressful and exciting. he couldn’t deny that he was quite scared that the car might fail again, but he remembered (y/n)’s words. trust yourself, trust your car, trust your instincts. so he did. and that led him to the top step on the podium. even though it was a bittersweet win, he knew that this was his teammate’s race to win, but he couldn’t deny that being on top was where he belonged.

as he stepped out of the car, congratulating the two ferrari drivers that would go up to the podium with him, his head was turning from side to side. when he was being hugged and padded on the back by his team, he was counting the seconds until he was free so he could look for (y/n). he was quickly ushered to do the post-race interview, before the podium ceremony, and as he spoke to the interviewer, everyone could tell that his attention wasn’t on the person in front of him, or the words that were leaving his lips. they were speeches that he’d perfected over time, about how tough the race was, how he enjoyed the battles and how much it meant to add another win to his list. he could recite them even in his sleep.

his eyes and full focus were set on finding that shiny headband, for a second, he thought she’d been right. that she would just blend in with the rest of the crowd. but he was determined to find her. max was led to the podium, he had a frown on his face as he walked up the steps, waiting for the two ferrari drivers to go out first. the frown was accompanied by a weird feeling in his stomach, it was taking him by surprise how much not seeing her was affecting him. as his feet touched the top step, he raised his hand, smiling a little as his eyes continued their search for her.

from up there, faces looked blurry, tiny dots that seemed to blur together even though he was trying his hardest to find the person he was looking for. his eyes were darting all over the place, he tried to spot the headband, he couldn’t let her down, he had to find her. as the anthems played, his heartbeat sped up, it even took him by surprise. he saw movement down there, people parting as someone shoved their way in through the crowd. the shiny headband appeared, she was holding on to the fence over the wall, she had two of the red bull mechanics on either side of her, looking after her and making sure she was safe.

max smiled, finally. he let out a sigh of relief just as the anthems finished. the crowd cheered and clapped as the first place trophy was placed in his hand. as usual, he raised his arm, lifting the trophy up in celebration as a true, wide grin made its way onto his face. he placed his free hand on his chest, locking eyes with her. he chuckled as he saw her cheering, cupping a hand around her lips so her loud screaming echoed louder.

the next minutes seemed to fly by after that, max smiled, took pictures, shook hands, and said goodbye to people as quickly as he could. once he was free to go down the stairs and into the garage, he was out of there in the blink of an eye. his hands were tingling as if they were going numb, but it was just the excitement and desperation running in his body. he was taking fast, determined steps to his garage, even though he wasn’t completely sure if that was where he’d find her, but he needed to see her, needed to wrap his arms around her and tell-

“max!” he heard, he turned his head to the side, his steps never faltering, he just prayed that he wouldn’t run into someone. “max!” the voice -her voice-, he realized after a second, called for him again. she was running towards him, at full force, they slammed into each other, her arms pulling him down towards her by his neck, his hands wrapped around her waist, and he hoped she’d forgive him for stabbing her back with the trophy. “you fucking did it. i told you,” she said, hoping he’d forgive her for taking off his first place cap, but she needed to curl her fingers around his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to herself.

“i know. i know. i love you,” she heard, he spoke through his smile, burying his face in her neck as she did the same.

“max, (y/n), let’s move this somewhere more private, please,” they heard max’s press officer, felt as she tapped their shoulders in hopes of getting them to let go of each other. that didn’t happen, though. instead, they held on tighter. “ugh, fine, but if you fall it’s not my fault,” they started walking, blindly, being guided by the red bull press officer. max lifted his head from (y/n)’s neck a little, so he could see where he was going, he didn’t want her to get hurt.

once they were in the garage, max walked straight to the back, thanking the walls that now separated them from everyone else.

“i love you.”

it didn’t matter who said those words first, all that mattered were the way they clung to each other, how she lightly scratched his scalp and neck with her nails as she curled her fingers around his hair, how he was afraid that he might leave marks on her waist from how tight he was holding her waist.

“i knew you could do it,”

“i know,” max smiled.

“i told you,”

“you did,”

“i love you,”

“i love you, too.”

for someone who always knew how to express her feelings, who always managed to come up with compelling, well-thought-out sentences, she was finding it difficult to summarize everything she was feeling into words. so, she hoped, for once, that her actions could speak louder than her words.

a kiss. holding onto him. pressing her forehead against his. grabbing his hands and kissing his knuckles. seeing the way his eyes lit up, feeling the way his breath seemed to tremble as she trailed her fingers on his cheeks.

“guys, remember you’re still in public.” someone shouts, making them chuckle as they lean back, “max, hate to break this up, but you’re needed right now,”

“five minutes,” he yelled back, (y/n) was shaking her head.

“go,” she said, even though she made no effort to step away from his hold.

“they can wait,”

“max! don’t make me come in there,” they both laugh at the press officer’s words, threatening them as if they were teenagers.

“go,” (y/n) repeated, standing on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips, “i’ll be waiting for you,”

“okay,” he replied, kissing her soft cheek. he kept an arm around her shoulders, feeling her sliding hers around his waist.

“you two owe me a fucking beer after this,” the press officer said, shaking her head, “i’m going to let you two deal with the pda stuff on your own, don’t count me in,” she said.

“fine. heat of the moment. we’re in love. end of story.” max replied, shrugging his shoulder as if it were no big deal. he noticed how (y/n) was still holding his cap, gently he grabbed it from her hold, adjusting the velcro strap and he placed it on her head. she smiled, closing her eyes as she felt his lips on her cheek.

“jesus, what happened to you two being private? okay, you do that. see how it plays out,” the way the public relations expert was shaking her head let them know that they might need to come up with a better explanation. they arrived at the media pen, max reluctantly let go of (y/n), kissing her temple one last time before walking away. she leaned back against a wall, running a hand through her hair as she smiled, watching him stand in front of the first interviewer.

the paddock was packed with people, and as much as she tried to blend in with the background, she’s still a famous singer and it was only a matter of time before she was approached by fans.

she dedicated her time to each of them, taking pictures, asking how they were, and signing stuff. she spent a little more time with a young girl who asked her to sign a cap that had already been signed by max. she smiled, seeing both of their signatures together.

after max was finished, they all headed back to the motorhome, max was still being congratulated by people that passed by. she snuggled her head against his chest, feeling the comforting warmth against her skin.

“good thing i went down there today,” she admitted once they were in the safety of his driver’s room, “i would’ve hated myself if i hadn’t been here with you,”

“that’s okay, my love. thank you for being here, and for your words. i really could not have done this without you. this win is yours as much as it is mine,” he said, she smiled. no matter how much time passed, he could still make her heart beat as fast as the car he drove. “i owe you this win.”

“it’s okay, we’re a team. when you feel down, i’m always going to be right there cheering you up, if you need space i will step back, but not too far away because i know you don’t really like being alone. your highs are my highs and your lows are my responsibility to turn them into highs. we’re in this together, baby,” she said, wrapping her hands around his back, pushing his front against hers.

“i really couldn’t have asked for anything better,” he shakes his head, feeling so incredibly lucky to have her by his side.

“me neither.”

the next morning, they woke up to thousands of social media notifications. their little moment was captured by all cameras, they were the talk of the town. it was sort of nice, having pictures of their moment, seeing how in love they looked, how their happiness was evident on their faces.

her favorite one was a picture of max holding her, his fingers on her waist, that held her with such strength and delicacy at the same time. it hadn’t even registered to her that he was holding the trophy at the same time as he held her. she wasted no time in setting it as her wallpaper on her phone, she never thought that she’d be the type of person to have a picture of herself as their lockscreen picture.

“this looks pretty,” she heard max’s raspy morning voice.

“what?” she asked, turning to look at him. they were both sitting up, she was holding the bedsheets up to her chest, covering her otherwise nude figure.

“this,” he leaned in, moving her hair away from her neck, he ran a finger across the skin. “it’s like a painting,” he kissed her cheek. removing the covers off his body as he walked to the bathroom. she opened her front camera, seeing the hickeys scattered all over her neck, collarbone, and behind her ear. she smiled, covering her face with her hand. he was incorrigible.

“paint my body with your kisses, don’t tear me up to pieces,” she hummed. smiling she opened her notes app, typing what she’d just come up with. “let them know i’m only yours, this love is only ours,” she continued typing, once max came back, he saw her with an adorable frown on her face as she tapped on her phone, typing and deleting.

he slid in beside her, throwing an arm around her shoulders as he let her continue.

“you’re writing a song about me?” he smiled, it was a feeling he still was not used to, he found it extremely odd how she could tell a wonderful story with her music, which was based on things he said or did.

“yes, another one,” he read what she was writing. “this one’s a bit forward,” he noticed. most of her previous songs were more laid back, none of them went deep into details about their relationship, but she always tried to come up with things that most people could relate to. by the looks of it, this was going to be a completely different story.

“it is,”

“i like it,” he confessed, kissing her shoulder.

“really?” she asked, turning her head.

“i like everything you do, and i’m not just saying that. you are my favorite person in the planet, but that doesn’t stop me from being able to appreciate good art. and yours, my love, is the greatest art that’s ever been created on this green earth,”

it takes her a moment to register what he just said.

“max, that’s the greatest compliment i’ve ever received,” her eyes were slightly wide, mouth parted as she saw him. her mind was going a million miles per hour, still thinking about the next verse for the new song, still reeling from the great joy he made her feel. “let me be your canvas, your lips will be the brush, and with a single touch, you make my body blush,”

“you’re a genius,”

“and you’re a co-writer for this song, now, mister.”

“as long as it’s with you, i’ll write a million more. i'm ready to make more art with you.”

[coolestcat-69]

You Belong With Me

Pairing: Vinnie x Swiftie!Reader

Summary: During a game of Minecraft, Y/N asks Vinnie a very important question.

Warning(s): Unedited

Author’s Note: First Tumblr imagine! I’m not a huge swiftie but these are some of my favorite songs. I also haven’t played Minecraft in a while, so read with caution.

It had been no more than thirty minutes since Vinnie joined Y/N’s stream. It was almost routine how quickly Y/N had lost interest in playing to survive, resorting instead to picking flowers for their cottage.

“Hey, Vinnie?” She called to him through her headset, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Uhh, go for it,” he reclined in his seat, stretching away the soreness in his forearms.

At that, she pressed the “forward” key, running to catch him at the cave only a few feet away from the meadow. Sunflower in hand, she stopped when they stood face to face and dropped it at his feet, “Will you be my Minecraft boyfriend?”

He sat flustered for a second, smiling nonetheless, and hoping desperately for the heat he felt creeping up his throat to be invisible to their audience. She tilted her head coyly, smiling innocently and with a bat of her lashes as she awaited his response.

He scratched his nose and cleared his throat, “I would be honored.”

user01 my heart just grew three sizes 😭❤️

user02 this is torture 🥲🔫

Y/N bounced back into her former position, her chin resting on her knee, “What’s your favorite Taylor Swift song?”

He was grateful for the subject change, and, with hesitation, said, “I don’t really listen to Taylor Swift.”

Lifting her head, Y/N opened her mouth as if to speak; blubbering for a second before recollecting herself, she laughed, “I’m sorry. I thought I just heard you say you don’t listen to Taylor Swift.”

“That’s because I did,” he replied, cool guy persona in play.

user03 it’s giving 🚩🚩🚩

user04 takes notes gentlemen ✍️ this is how you DONT get the girl

user05 y/n questioning her friendships rn

“Oh, my god,” Y/N winced dramatically. “I feel a sudden, sharp, knifelike protuberance in my back.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, bringing a hand up to the curls sticking out over his forehead and tugging on the strands. “What’s your favorite?”

“Where to start?” She hummed in thought. “I’m indecisive as hell so let’s say, in no particular order, my top three are: ‘Our Song’, ‘The Story of Us’, and ‘I Heart?’. I’m a fucking whore for her little country accent. . . .”

As he heard her speak at what sounded like a thousand words per minute, he was left entranced by the excitement in her gesticulations and the way she bounced in her cushioned seat. He forced his gaze away from her face, depositing the image of her smile into his memory, whilst she brought their previous discussion to an end.

She redirected the conversation to the game now, “It’s getting kinda dark. We — holy shit!”

Before she could even finish her sentence her screen skewed followed by the sound of bones clanking together. Her body jolted in her seat, her knees coming up to pull her body into a squat as she drew her sword from the inventory.

“Hey! Stop!” She shouted at the screen, willing the skeleton away whilst running towards the cottage that stood only a few blocks away. “Uhh, I’m not gonna . . .” the screen reddened, “make it. Fuck!”

As he watched her rage at the loss, he leaned forward in his seat, “You belong with me.”

She put her headset back on and inhaled deeply, “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“My favorite Taylor Swift song,” he paused for dramatic effect, “is ‘You Belong With Me’.”

Y/N gasped, covering her mouth, “Oh, I love that song. It’s one of my favorites. She’s such a musical genius.”

And the smile on her face made him smile, too.

[finding-x-haven]

𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 — self aware idv au

a/n: i woke up at 5:30 am to give y’all a self-aware yandere idv au. i’ve seen it for genshin and even twisted wonderland, but not really idv (let alone for milgram)??? anyway have reader being fucking creeped out writing this during morning rank <3 brain rot is strong today. i adore eli, but he ended up being the main perpetrator of being absolutely terrifying im sorry. anyway might do a part 2 if it's well liked enough!!

rating: sfw

reader: gender neutral, no pronouns used

trigger and content warnings: yandere, not beta read, unhealthy + toxic behaviours/relationships, mentions of nausea/food, anxiety, eli is super scary in a self aware au im sorry, self aware characters, implied stalking (sort of?)

you first noticed it during a practice bot match. you hadn’t been lucky enough to pull the “little girl” from her essence, so you ended up grinding for clues and fragments- thanks, poor impulse control- and wanting to test her out. after a couple hours, the character and her b-tier were yours. in the practice match, the server bot lineup was simple- seer, coord, and merc. you didn’t know what the hunter bot was, not yet. you hoped it was a hell ember, if only for the fact that hell ember bots felt easier to kite than others. the map ended up being the asylum, which was… good and bad. at least you were navigating it as a survivor and not a hunter.

you end up teleporting to merc first, in the game, and sync with him. he had the biggest decoding debuff, and any rescuer could use her buffs the little girl gave. while you waited for calibrations to pop up, you were spraying graffiti. there wasn’t much else to do, so you were just messing around at this point. what gave you an unsettled feeling in your stomach was that the merc bot… sprayed back.

surely your eyes- they had to be playing tricks on you, right? you blinked for a second, and then the deduction star merc graffiti was gone. you didn’t even notice you had been holding your breath until you exhaled with relief- and missed a calibration. you winced and mumbled an apology to the bot, decided to just swivel the camera angle and focus on your surroundings.

the rest of the match went pretty smoothly- until detention kicked in, that is. merc ended up knocked down, and you thought you were done for. that is, if it weren’t for the eli bot’s perfectly timed owl. it made you swallow nervously. you’d stopped playing for a while, with your phone out of commission, but it had been less than a week. last you checked, seer bots seldom owled after the first kite- let alone well. it just.. made you feel unwell.

everyone managed to get out fine, though. you sighed in relief, seeing that you had gotten a message after the practice round.

Eli||Clark.: Good morning. How are you?

[username]: uhh [username]: hi [username]: im ok ig [username]: sorry if this is rude, but who are you?

Eli||Clark: I’m hurt, [name].

okay, that made you want to upchuck whatever was in your stomach- water, coffee, and a bagel- and turn off the game.

[username]: not funny, whoever you are. bye.

and with that, you tried to block whoever this.. weird eli main was. no one you knew in real life played idv, let alone maining eli while they were at it. you found it easier said than done, however. since the block button was gone, evidently. that only made your growing unease (and nausea) worse. you were starting to shake a little bit, and you decided it was enough idv for the day.

you couldn’t close it. you couldn’t close it, and at this point whatever little was left of your rationality was lost by the fact that you couldn’t close it, hot tears welling in your eyes as you saw yet another message pop on the screen.

Eli||Clark: Stop avoiding me, please. All I want to do is talk.

outside the complete and utter dread and horror consuming your brain, you managed one small, bitter thought. bullshit.

[hyunnows]

hi tee can u do a oneshot with skz where one of hem are your boyfriend and your all having a friendly and they didn't know u could rap but u wanna give it a try and beat all of them except for changbing and when its changbins turn well you can decide if u want reader to win or not so uhh yea! like the boys and ur boyfriend r sitting and watching or something like that i guess ps sugar sugar was great i loved it!!! :D

you're lucky she didn't choose hip hop | ksm / ot8

PAIRING(S): Seungmin x reader, platonic ot8 x reader

RATING: pg

WORD COUNT: 1.4k+

CONTENT/WARNING(S): fluff, slight crack, platonic relationship, seungmin's girlfriend!reader, rap battle, friendly competition

SUMMARY: request above // Seungmin's girlfriend has mad rapping skills.

SKZ TAGLIST: ​​@hyunjun-jpeg @geniejunn @koroleva--rezni @jannine00742 @im-questioning-my-existence @sunshinelixie-lee @mythicalamphitrite @minspalette

A/N: hey anon! im sorry this took so long to get to, but here you go! I hope you enjoy this! like and reblog if you do (or dont, but if you do ill love you forever) and have a great day/night!

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“I bet I could beat Han if I really tried.” Hyunjin starts, smiling with determination in his eyes, his statement prompting you to pause the movie you were all watching.

Jisung scoffs. “You think you can rap faster than me? Yeah right.”

“I could!”

Everyone shakes their head Hyunjin, making him pout. Jisung laughs at his sulky expression, patting him on the shoulder. “Listen, you might be able to beat [Y/N] but you stand no chance against me.”

You quirk a brow, suddenly interested. “What makes you think he can beat me?”

Hyunjin stares at you in disbelief. “You think I would lose to you? Please, I’m part of the top ten fastest rappers in our genre, you stand no chance.” He finishes with a hair flip, exasperated that you could ever beat him in his literal profession.

“Yeah, yet Seungmin speed reads faster than Changbin and he’s a vocalist. Those rankings mean nothing against my superhuman speed spitting.” You cross your arms with a smug look, confident in your abilities and amused at the offended looks on the group’s rappers.

Han rolls his eyes. “That’s different, Seungmin’s been practicing—plus, it wasn’t even rapping! Just reading fast! Your boyfriend is just a nerd!”

You chuckle, surprised they were so adamant on being faster than you. “Okay, he is a nerd who did well in fluency reading, but who do you think he practices with? Besides, if you’re all so confident, why doesn’t one of you challenge me?”

“Bet.”

——

“She’s good, I’m telling you!” Jeongin explains, smiling a bit at the memory, trying to convince Han. “She beat me in a rap battle. We both chose a song, the same part, and timed ourselves, she was way faster than me.”

“To be fair, you aren’t that fast Innie.” Han laughs, patting the youngest on the shoulder in condolence. “Besides, it’s not like she can beat me at rapping on of our own songs.”

Jeongin sighs knowingly, because you likely know their songs better than they did. The boys were just setting themselves up for defeat.

Chan clasps his hands, smiling at you and the seven boys--all of you on the couch, shoulder to shoulder. “Okay, because of a certain someone’s comments,” he pauses to glance at Jisung, “we will be holding a rap battle, [Y/N] versus everyone else. First up, Jeongin.”

The youngest shakes his head, raising his hands in surrender. “No thanks, I’ve been beat before, I don’t want to relive that.”

You laugh gently, rubbing his shoulder as he pouts. “How about you first, Channie?”

The two of you stand facing each other, phones out with lyrics loaded up on their screens. Jeongin stands between you, holding his own phone with the stopwatch out. “Han’s District 9 verse, I’ll time you both.”

Chan goes first, just making it to the original time, looking at you smugly. “Don’t worry, we won’t think any less of you for losing.”

You roll your eyes at him, waiting for Jeongin to reset the watch to zero. You don’t even need the lyrics—you know this song by heart, and you know you can beat the speed of the original without breaking a sweat… Okay a medium-sized sweat but you could beat it!

As Jeongin proudly shows the rest of the boys your impressive time, you smirk at Chan. “Don’t worry Channie, I won’t think any less of you for losing.”

The pale boy stands, mouth agape and eyes wide with shock. Did he really just lose at rapping? Straightening up, he coughs, slowly breaking into a grin. “Well, that was a surprise. Nice job, [Y/N].”

You bow, before shooting a glance at Felix. “You want a shot at me?”

Felix isn’t nearly as confident as Chan, but he has a bit of faith in himself and if nothing else, this would be a fun experience. You two both pull out the lyrics to “TMT”—courtesy of Hyunjin being particularly proud of that rap—and Felix goes first.

He’s going smoothly, keeping up with and even going a tad bit faster than the original at some parts--until he stutters with a pronunciation, slowing him down for the rest of the rap. “Ah man, and I was doing so well. [Y/N], have mercy on me.”

Jeongin giggles. “She’s going to demolish you.”

The watch starts and you breeze through it, once again beating the original audio by a few seconds whilst Felix yells in defeat. “Sorry Lix, I tried to slow down a bit but y’know,” you pause, wiping your fingers on your collarbone and grinning, “hip hop waits for no one.”

He pouts, but high fives you for your victory nonetheless. “Your girlfriend is brutal Seungmin.”

Your boyfriend smiles. “I know, she’s a monster.” You shoot him a glare, to which he just laughs.

Hyunjin’s next, falling to the ground in defeat when he hears you spit out is “Miroh” verse faster than he ever has. He’s even saltier when you offer him a hand getting up, playfully scowling at you as he relinquishes his spot on the top ten list. Minho doesn't put much effort into trying to beat you, so you don't exactly know where you fall with him but you still won in the end.

And it's the third to last battle. Han’s far too nervous, but he plays it off with cocky remarks that make you scoff. “I live, breathe and drink hip hop, [Y/N], you’re going to regret challenging me,” he grins when Hyunjin and Changbin begin whooping in the background, cheering for him.

You lift a brow. “And you’re going to eat your words.”

And, like all the others, he loses, dumbfounded as he hears you fly through his part in “God’s Menu”. “You’re kidding me. What are you feeding her Seungmin?” His mouth is a perfect circle in awe.

“She’s my practice partner. We do little competitions like this all the time. Usually we’re almost a perfect tie, but I think I win more often than she does.”

You gasp. “Are you serious? I almost always win—Seungmin you liar!”

“It’s true, I win sixty percent of the time.” He pushes, snickering at how riled up you were getting. “Here, we can go right now.”

Seungmin chooses “My Side”, cleanly rapping Changbin’s part without mistakes and staying consistent with Han’s part. Jeongin raises his eyebrows at the time, amazed at the singer’s speed. “It’s okay [Y/N], I’ll love you even after you lose.”

“You better hope I love you after I obliterate you,” you joke, practicing the lyrics briefly before the watch starts and you just barely beat Seungmin by a millisecond. By the end, you’re huffing and puffing, lacking oxygen since you refused to take a breath through the entire piece.

“If you break up with Seungmin can I have his stuff before you try and burn it?” Jisung pipes up, enjoying how he can poke fun at your boyfriend’s defeat. Seungmin jumps at him, and Jisung yells. “I was kidding!”

The last round is between you and Changbin, and while you know Seungmin is technically a faster reader, Changbin has the skill of holding his breath to rap faster and longer. He chooses a unique route, rapping every verse in “Easy” without a break for the chorus or anything else. This is the fourth generation rap beast everyone ought to fear. “Your turn, [Y/N].”

You know you don’t have that sort of breath control, and you certainly can’t rap fast enough to have breathing breaks, but you can’t back down now. At least this would be memorable. You power through the beginning with moderate effort, but you stumble on your words towards Changbin’s rap with Hyunjin, and it’s only downhill from there. You recover by the end, but it’s too late to redeem yourself, and you admit defeat. It would be too good to be true if you beat the Changbin anyway.

“Wow, you held up really well [Y/N], I was almost scared for a moment.” He teases, poking your sides affectionately. “You’re lucky she didn’t choose hip hop or all of you would look like chicken shit next to her.”

You smiles, shaking his hand. “Thanks Bin.”

“Can we finish our movie now? I’ve been waiting for like fifteen minutes and the TV is about to go into sleep mode.” Jeongin whines, holding his hand for dramatic effect. “My hand is starting to cramp from holding the phone to time you guys.”

You all nod, chortling at the youngest’s look of distress as you settle yourselves into the cushion once more, clicking play on the movie.

The peace lasts for a few moments, until Hyunjin starts. “I still think I could beat Han if I tried.”

“Hyunjin, just watch the movie.”

"Fine."

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[a-very-tired-raven]

Hello! Saw your post about Swatch requests, uhh do you mind general/soft headcanons for Swatch x reader

OHHHHH MY GOD MY FIRST REQUEST.

*ahem* hi! Yes! Thank you! And no I don't mind at all! Here you go :)

-Swatch is very busy seeing that he mans the restaurant,bar and his own shop but when he gets home the first thing he loves to do is have dinner and cuddle while watching TV with his SO :)

-hes very elegant but he wouldn't really care about how you act. As long as you clean up after yourself and aren't a slob.

-The man is rather touch starved tho. He doesn't really have anyone to talk to besides the swatchlings and costumers. When the queen moved into the dark town with ralsei,kris,and susie as well as the others,She didn't really need a butler anymore.

-he loves any and all affection you give him. His father wasn't the best and he was alone most of the time as child due to his mother being out all the time providing for him.

-He tends to work himself to exhaustion sometimes and he can be very stubborn about working. He'll need his SO's help with forcing himself to relax.

-He loves reading to his SO, especially when the both of you are laying down for bed, it's something his mother used to do when she had free time

-he squeaks and tweets a lot in his sleep instead of snoring. Don't tell him tho! He'll deniey it every time

-he loves sweet,and salty things. He's rather not fond of spicy things as his tolerance is basically non existent.

-He takes lots of care of the swatchlings and make sure they gets lots of rest and aren't over worked. Use your own advice hypocrite . He's kinda like a brotherly figure for them or kinda like that one cousin that your closest to and look up to the most.

I hope these are good! Sorry if the formatting is a bit wonky, I use a tablet and the Screen is much bigger then a phone heh 😅

[bontenten]

Sleeping Beauty

Pairing: Shirabu x f!reader WC: 5.6k Genre/Warnings: smut, fairy tale retelling, incest, dubcon/noncon, drugs (sleeping pill), somnophilia, abusive past relationship, implied rape (not Shirabu), panic attack, victim-blaming, hero-complex with a bit of god-complex, hints of yandere, uhh medical malpractice, Shirabu’s bangs

Summary: The real story of Sleeping Beauty is anything but beautiful. Shirabu will do everything he can to keep you in a safe haven where you can freely dance with your prince once upon a dream.

A/N: This is a part of the whorehouse intoxicated collaboration, rest of the pieces of this toxic journey can be found here! Thank you Ria and Angel for helping beta <3 Love you both so much.

Unofficial bgm: Once Upon a Dream & Once Upon a December 

"You'll never wash me from you," he sneers, pulling you back by a handful of hair. You feel a blanket of pain shoot across your scalp. "You'll never really get away. Time to wake the fuck up."

"G-get away from me!" 

You thrash and kick your legs wildly hoping something will land. The moment you hear a pained grunt and feel his grip loosen, you scramble up to your feet and run. Your shoes grate against wet cement as you take off. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you will your legs forward one after another. The caw of birds seem to act as a beacon leading you through the twists and turns of the terrain.

A left turn here, two blocks straight. Past the corner store and beyond the stoplight. Three blocks. Right turn. Two Blocks. Five steps away. Four...Three..Two...Safety...

----

"In the forest, the princess played with a lot of animal friends. She grew up there in the cottage with three fairies looking after her."

Thunder claps and lightning strikes outside.

"It's so loud Kenjirou-nii!" you cry, burying yourself into Shirabu's arms.

"Shh, I'm here," Shirabu coos, rocking you back and forth until your sobs subside. "One day, the princess was singing with the songbirds..."

Shirabu begins to recount the fairytale of Sleeping Beauty to you, slowly easing your mind away from the turbulence outside.

"Do you think you can sleep now?"

You shake your head and jump again when the thunder claps over the roof of the house.

"It's okay, I'm right here. Big brother’s always going to protect you."

"Like the prince protecting the princess?"

"Yes, exactly. You're always my princess, now go to sleep. I'll wake you when the sun's up.”

After a while, you calm down and slowly drift into sleep with your breaths evening out. Shirabu pulls the covers over both of you and enters sleep as well.

The winds continued to howl outside the window...the branches tapping...tapping against the window...tap...tapping…

----

Shirabu Kenjirou opens his eyes. He had just fallen asleep while studying for the third time that night. There is no use staying at the library if he is going to treat it as a hotel; he’ll be better off going home first. He yawns and stretches his neck, then packs his bags to return to his apartment. There are few students left in the building at this ungodly hour. Dark clouds loom overhead and the air is filled with the pitter patter of autumn rain hitting cement. Shirabu zips up his coat, opens his umbrella, and walks into the dark.

You would have been so frightened by this sort of weather, whimpering under your blankets, counting sheep with shaky breaths. Just like how you did in that dream of his earlier.

While growing up, Shirabu hadn't cared all that much about anything else considering he spent most of his time with his studies or playing volleyball. Although there was you, his little sister, he figured you had your little bubble anyway. But on a stormy night, you teetered down the hall after finding your parent’s room locked. Afraid and sleepy, you looked for comfort elsewhere and arrived at Shirabu’s room.

Shirabu had been most irritated and decided to shoo you out with strings of curses and profanities, but he couldn’t. The sight of your form huddled right outside his bedroom, with young eyes pleading for him took hold of a bit of humanity in Shirabu’s heart. So, he let you into his room, a safe haven, and eventually a world that was composed of only the two of you against the rest of the world.

Shirabu has known for a long time that you are the most brilliant, precious, and purest thing he’ll ever encounter. Always perfect. Forever unsullied. 

There are many things that Shirabu wants to shield you from. If he can secure one more hour of innocence, one more day, one lifetime, he’ll do so without a moment of hesitation. The real world is unlike the fairy tales that you hear about while growing up. 

The real story of Sleeping Beauty is anything but beautiful. There isn’t a handsome prince the princess meets in a forest. No color changing cake. No kiss of love. In the real story, the princess is put into an endless slumber and has her virginal body taken by some unknown beast of a king, used like a rag for his carnal pleasure. When he leaves, the sleeping girl is then forgotten like trampled daisies under the hooves of horses. And she will wake to find her womb bulged with bastard life as a result of the damnation. The stretches clawing around the navel as permanent reminders that nothing will wash him from her.

The real world is dark. Horrible. Wretched. Dirty. Filled with suffering. That is why he, Shirabu Kenjirou, responds to the call to action and enters a life of service. In his heart he yearns to save and help, even if just a little, by becoming a prince with a white coat. He will not give up trying to salvage pieces of humanity he’ll touch, and in the process, carve out a haven, a little forest with a cottage, for his dearest sister to safely live in.

It has been a while since he last heard from you. Partly his own fault, really. Ever since Shirabu entered university and then medical school, the number of times you two would meet up dwindled. The hours on the phone became texts and soon after, communication vanished into mostly silence.

You are in university now, grown up and stepping into the real world, but that doesn't mean you are no longer his little sister. And because you are the one and only, Shirabu feels that he should try to do a better job as an older brother and check-in with you to see how you are doing. So, Shirabu takes out his phone that’s still on silent after studying.

27 missed calls from Sister 

Shirabu pauses in his tracks and returns the call. Cars zoom by on the streets while he waits for the line to connect. 

He was right, you must have been frightened.

The first call doesn’t connect, so Shirabu immediately tries the second time. You pick up on the third attempt.

"It's me, I'm so sorry I didn't pick up earlier."

"K-Kenjirou-nii..." your voice weakly translates over the speaker. 

Shirabu presses the phone closer to his ear and turns up the volume. "Where are you now," he demands. "At school?"

"...Your place..." Your voice sounds so dangerously faded, like petals beaten to the ground from the rain.

Shirabu bolts. His apartment is just a couple blocks away. Around the corner just up ahead. Shirabu makes a sharp turn and splashes through a puddle. 

"Stay...on the phone with me," he urges, paying no mind to his soaked shoes and socks.

You nod in understanding, as if he’ll hear your action.

"I'm almost there okay, almost."

Shirabu isn’t lying. A few moments later you hear the frantic footsteps coming closer to you. The stomping noises make your skin crawl, but the familiar face of your brother melts those fears away. He appears with his wet bangs stuck to his face and his shoulders heaving up and down. It’s him, your niichan, your prince finally here.

You scramble up and dive into his open arms, in relief that you are safe at last, as you finally allow tears to mix with rain.

"I was so scared. I missed you so much, Kenjirou-niichan," you sob into Shirabu's wet coat. "Where were you, where were you?"

"I'm sorry. I'm here now, I'm sorry," Shirabu apologizes, "Let's go inside first, alright? We’re both drenched.”

----

Under the bright lights of the living room, Shirabu gets a better look at you. You catch his discerning eyes studying you up and down, visually tracing the markers of your demise. That’s when you crack.

“Kenjirou-nii...the real world, the world is a horrible place. I trusted him, you know? I trusted that man.”

Foolish and stupid, Shirabu wants to say. It’ll be easy to simply yell at you.

Shirabu is not someone without a temper. He was quite known for it back in his high-school days. The bruises, the scars that did not heal well. Shirabu reminds himself to keep his composure, especially in front of you. He’s to be a doctor. He’s to be a protector, a savior. And with the training he already has so far, Shirabu knows he’s already as good as any board certified, licensed white-robed saint. He just needs to do what he’s meant to do. Heal. Clean. Purify.

After listening to your brief tale, Shirabu tells you not to worry about anything else tonight other than take a hot shower and get some rest. He gives you a reassuring smile and sends you off to the bathroom with towels and a large t-shirt.

While you wash-up and lose your thoughts piecing together the messy events of the night, Shirabu paces in the living room after he changes his own wet clothes. Nevermind the medical books he still needs to pour over, all Shirabu wants to do right now is track down the culprit and stick a scalpel through his socket. No, that’s just too easy. That bastard deserves something much more horrible, a slow and patient torture, a death within grasp but just out of reach. As if agreeing with Shirabu’s thoughts, your phone on the coffee table lights up. Shirabu picks up the device and watches the notifications pop-up.

Shirabu sees an unknown number call you. He doesn’t pick up, letting the phone ring while he reads the numbers across the screen and commits them to memory. The phone calls stop and an onslaught of texts follow; some coherent and others far from decipherable. There are messages of broken apologies and confessions of persistent love. Requests for you to go back to him. Shirabu scoffs at the language.

Shirabu continues to wait with impassive eyes, but the tight death grip around the device gives away the boiling rage beneath his skin. How dare the man behind that accursed number treat you, his little sister and princess, in such a foul manner. This beast who stole from you. Who is the reason behind the tainting of your now sullied innocence. 

Finally after a few minutes of silence, the screen lights up with a series of curses and condemnation that show the man��s true colors. A morphed beast due to your lack of response. Shirabu scrolls through the list of notifications again with impassive eyes, but the tight death grip around the device gives away the boiling rage beneath his skin. 

"You will pay," Shirabu seethes, taking a knife from the kitchen and ramming the sharp end straight into the device glass. The phone buzzes desperately and goes dark. You have no use for that phone anymore after all of this anyway, and the cursed number is already memorized by Shirabu for his own purposes.

----

Shirabu’s room is tidy. The two bookshelves on either side of the table are filled with books, photos, and many other accolades. That’s your older brother alright: perfect, proper, always right. Always right about everything, except one thing. The world you know really isn’t the wonderland he told you about growing up. Not at all. 

You bury your face into Shirabu's pillows and will yourself to sleep. You are safe here in his bed. It’s a haven...safely tucked in a forest. You are in a forest. The trees and the breeze. Songbirds are singing. 

You can dance here, twirl about...safe...free…

The trees melt.

Birds squawk and screech, scampering away…

Ink engulfs you....swallowing you whole

Falling...falling…

"You'll never wash me from you," he sneers. "You'll never really get away. Time to wake the fuck up."

NO! you try to scream. You can’t, the weight on your chest sinks you deeper, only silence is uttered...choked…

Wake up.

Wake up.

"Wake up!"

Your eyes fly open and you see him. Him. A blood curdling shriek finally tears through your throat and you thrash. "Getawaygetawaygetaway! NO!"

"It's me, hey, it's me. You're okay, you're safe." Shirabu’s eyes widen with worry at your outburst, but gives you ample space to breathe and compose yourself.

This familiar voice. It does not belong to him. It’s definitely not him.

"...Kenjirou-nii?" you ask quietly. The shadow is backlit from light coming in through the door and your vision is still fuzzy from the nightmare.

A tender hand closes around yours. "Shhh, it's okay, you're okay now. It was a bad dream, you're safe. You're safe. I'm here."

Cold sweat runs down your temples. Your breath is fast and shallow.

"Follow me, okay. Breathe in..." Shirabu takes a deep breath. You follow his voice and movement as if they are lanterns guiding you through a maze. "And breathe out. Good, you're doing great. Breathe in...and out..."

You feel your mind slowly beginning to clear with each inhale and exhale. Finally, you see Shirabu clearly again. You can smell the scent of his body wash from him. The texture of the blanket rubs against your fingertips. You’re here in Shirabu’s room. Safety. Haven. 

"I'll be right back," Shirabu tells you, before leaving you for a moment and going towards the bathroom. He opens the medicine cabinet, pops out a few white pills from a box.

"Here," he says holding out the small tablets in the middle of his palm. The off-white seems to almost glow in the dark.

"It's zolpidem, a sleeping pill I sometimes take for insomnia. It'll help you for tonight, and then we'll get you something else tomorrow that'll work better."

You look at the pill and then at Shirabu. Shirabu is someone you love and trust with all your heart. His embrace is your anchor and haven when the rest of the world has turned a blind eye. He’s your brother. One and only. There’s no reason not to trust him.

"I won't see him will I?"

"No," Shirabu affirms. The pills don't really manipulate dreams, but if reassuring you can placebo sweet dreams, then what harm really is there? He didn’t pass Ethics with top marks for nothing.

Shirabu gently presses the pill body against your lips and you part them, allowing the small object to slip through. He feeds another and you open your mouth obediently. You look at Shirabu’s eyes which are fixated on the way your lips wrap around his three fingers.  Kenjirou-nii’s lashes are so nice and pretty, you think. 

One gulp of water later, and you feel nothing but a cold sensation traveling down your throat and disappearing into your belly.

"It'll take about half an hour, I'll stay with you until you fall asleep," Shirabu says. He supports your back and gently lowers you back into the comforts of the plush mattress. Shirabu will surely carry the same attentiveness and care when he becomes a full-fledged doctor. You are sure of it. The big brother you grew up with has truly grown up and matured. But no matter how much he changes or how much you mess up, he’ll always be your big brother.

"Can you lie down next to me again, like when we were young?"

An innocent request from a patient-in-need. Shirabu complies and lies down next to you.

"I remember when we were young, I would make you dance with me to live out my princess dreams. You remember?”

Afternoons next to the stereo, crayons scattered on the floor. The smell of something baking in the kitchen. Shrieks and laughter in the living room. Even though Shirabu would be mildly annoyed at first, he found humoring your imagination to be a pleasant and soothing experience. Even he was sometimes whisked away from textbooks into a magical forest that was just you and him. The stress and burdens of everything else all seem so much lighter on his shoulders when you’re simply just there.

"Of course I remember, silly."

You hum softly and continue waiting for the medicine in your bloodstream to make its way through your body.

"Do you...remember the sleeping beauty story you would always tell me?"

"Yea?"

You pause for a moment before quietly asking, "Kenjirou-niichan, why did you lie to me?"

Shirabu does not respond and only glances over at you, eyeing your closed lids. Closed though they may be, the tiny beads of glimmering tears are beginning to emerge from between the lashes and trail down your cheeks.

"There is no prince, Kenjirou-nii...no prince for me, no one...niichan...," you mumble between your breaths. The drug is starting to take its effect, ushering your mind into another dimension far away from hurt and pain. It swallows you like a pit of ink, sinking you deeper and deeper...

----

Kenjirou-nii, why did you lie? Earlier, Shirabu felt his breath hitch when you asked that. 

He calls out your name softly, brushing over your cheeks, and listening to your soft breathing for a good while to make sure you are in fact asleep. At long last, maybe this is a good dream.

A lie? No! Not a lie, Shirabu wants to tell you. For you, his dearest sister, who only ever deserves happiness, in the rawest and truest form. You are supposed to have a life of others giving gifts of love, never having to offer anything of your own.

Shirabu feels his blood boil once more at the thought of that man who stole your innocence away. The one who took your body for his own carnal pleasures. The one who dared to steal you from him, Shirabu Kenjirou. If Shirabu's nails are not kept in immaculate condition for his profession, no doubt, his grip would be drawing blood from his palms.

Those marks and scars across your skin. Shirabu traces his finger down your neckline and along your arms...

Your head turns from left to right and you manage to shrug the big collar of the t-shirt off your shoulder. Shirabu can see, under the glow of moonlight from the cleared night sky, a nasty mark. A permanent mark. And before he realizes it, his fingers are already traveling over, tracing along and testing out the patterns and bumps.

Shirabu feels his chest burn beyond the anger and fury. Guilt. Where was he all this time when you were suffering? Why hadn't you just called him then? Anguishing thoughts of his little sister writhing in pain under that beast's grasps tear Shirabu apart. Did you cry? Were you scared? All these years studying for what? For what noble purpose is Shirabu trying to pursue if he can’t even save those closest to him?

Shirabu continues to search for any other marks or discolorations that are splayed across your skin like a map. It is what it is now. But Shirabu still has his calling. He is a man who answers to a life of service and healing: a prince in a white coat. No matter what happens, even if you’re tainted now, you’ll still be his little sister.

Even if your naivety and stupidity got you into the mess in the first place. Of course, why didn’t you listen to your brother’s warnings and stay in a safe haven like a good girl? Stay in your room and study for your future like a good student? Like him? Why did you think running off for fun, enjoying “youth and freedom” like the other degenerates would be a good idea?

Shirabu grits his teeth. Look at you now, damaged and past the point of no return, used. Injured and ill. Still, he needs to get the full story first, and see where else you might possibly be hurt. A complete diagnosis needs to come first. After the messages from the man, Shirabu is all the more certain that there are more clues left, and he needs evidence. He needs to know. The comforter is pulled away and careful hands examine the lines of your palms.

Once upon a time, you grabbed Shirabu’s hand and tried to use the methods of schoolyard palm-reading on him. You even exclaimed, “Kenjirou-niichan, this line means you’ll live a long life! And we can be together forever because my life line is really long too!”

Shirabu smiles at the memory and presses a kiss to the center of your palm. It must have been so painful, how could you have possibly endured? But you did and you survived. You are so brave. 

Probing fingertips trace across your collarbone and push the fabric of the large t-shirt up to reveal your torso. Shirabu blinks, realizing that this is now the body of a fully matured woman. You take a deep breath in your sleep from the cold air running across your exposed breasts. Shirabu can see the nipples perk up from the chill and hesitantly touches the bud with a hint of academic curiosity.

“Mmm, that tickles...” you giggle softly. Your hand pushes Shirabu's off and scratches the same spot he just traced, fondling your own breast briefly before letting go and continuing to sleep. Even grown up now, still the same adorable little sister.

Shirabu lets himself tease your nipples and knead the soft flesh of your breasts, toying around and watching your cute little expressions. Sometimes you’ll respond again and paw the tickling hands away. It’s fun, like playing a little game.

But when he lets his eyes wander down, Shirabu’s eyes narrow. Below the breasts, on either side of the waist, Shirabu sees damning marks of deep purple turning into a disgusting yellow. Like cursed claw marks. Shirabu hesitantly presses on the bruise, watching the color transform under his touch. He stops immediately when you begin to whine in pain. Carefully, Shirabu presses a kiss on these markings too, just like any other little injury you sustained in the past. A kiss so the pain flies away.

Foolish, foolish girl. Naive princess. Why did you let this happen to yourself? In the future, don’t run anymore. Stay here where it’s safe. 

There is just one place left Shirabu did not examine yet, a hidden spot that is supposed to be locked away that someone else discovered. Shirabu looks down at the dark lace panties obstructing his view like gates of a castle. It’s a poor “keep out” message; if anything it entices anyone who sees it to come in. A tempting invitation to see what’s behind.

Shirabu allows his clean fingers to easily slip through and begin a thorough investigation through the soft folds of flesh. His fingertips dip into a pool of wetness. He furrows his brows. When did this happen? 

Why are you wet? His eyes focus on your sleeping face that still has a relaxed smile. What are you dreaming about that makes your body like this? Shirabu drags the fingers covered with your slick to circle your clit. In response your thighs clamp and twitch. So sensitive, still inexperienced, even if you’re sullied. 

Shirabu slides the soaked panties off and pushes your thighs apart so he can continue his examination. That person must have touched this area too, his fingers have been here, and then…plunged his fingers into you like so. Your body trembles as Shirabu’s two fingers probe in, fully examining your inner anatomy. Soft, warm muscles clamp tightly around his digits and try to stop them from entering further. It’s for your good and his knowledge. He pushes deeper into you, dragging alongside the bumps and ridges of your walls.

You whine loudly and arch your back when Shirabu’s fingers find a sweet spot. Your head shifts on the fluffy pillows.

“Did you like that? Did that feel good?” Shirabu asks, probing your hole once more. As if in agreement, your body twitches again and your hips automatically roll against the palm, pressing your sensitive clit into the surface. Your breathy sighs are soft and sweet, unlike any other sound Shirabu has heard from you. It’s like a spell that enchants Shirabu and beckons for him. He shudders as he feels his cock responding to each noise coming out from between your lips.

It’s good, something feels so good. Under the sunlight, you feel warmth pooling throughout your body. There are tingles in the soles of your feet, like grass tickling skin while running around barefoot. Your body feels so light and relaxed. It’s warm and you’re not in this forest alone. The shape of a prince appears. You know he’s a prince because his voice is gentle and his touch feels safe.

If this feels good, it’s only because this is an act of love. If this makes you happy, it’s because it’s love. If it’s love, it’ll fill the empty pools of hurt. And if you’ll be whole again, you’ll heal. Shirabu makes up his mind and caresses your cheeks tenderly, So beautiful. Always beautiful. A sleeping beauty. His hand reaches to the waistband of his pants.

The prince rests his hand on your hips and excitement jolts through your body. You wrap your arms around his neck and smile back.

Shirabu freezes the moment he feels your arms wave into the air and reach for him. The sneaky fingers run across his skin.

"Dance..with me," you slur before falling back into silence.

The alarm washes away when he confirms you are still sound asleep.

"Are you dreaming of your prince?" Shirabu asks while tearing open a condom packet. Medical safety. He should have worn gloves earlier too, if he wasn’t already too entranced. "Dancing? Then I'll dance with you."

Forever. I'll be your prince, my sweet darling.

Shirabu runs the length of his hardened cock along your glistening slit. Rather than take, rather than pillage and steal...Shirabu will give. Replace the gross markers of pain with soft fleeting kisses. Replace the innocence stolen with love given unconditionally. Shirabu will give you all the love you deserve and more.

Shirabu’s fingers weave into your delicate ones, the palms join together, and your fingertips automatically lock with your niichan’s. It’s the starting position for a waltz in the forest, once upon a dream.

The man takes the initiation, the leading step. Shirabu closes the gap, sinking his length into your sweet embrace in a fluid and wet squelch. You respond, digging your nails and tightening your grip on his hands. Your other arm hugs around your partner, your niichan, pulling his body close against yours. Your blank eyes flutter open briefly to look straight at the shadow of Shirabu. Of course, you don’t see anything, you’re actually in a warm forest shyly gazing at your prince. Shirabu almost thinks that he woke you up, but you only let out a quiet moan before your body relaxes again.  

Shirabu groans and rests his cock in your warm and tight embrace. This is the way it should be, how it ought to be done. No one else can lead you in this dance the way he can. The way he will. This is not the self-fulfilling king stealing the princess’s virginal body for his own pleasure. This is the loving prince who loves and gives selflessly. Your big brother knows you the best, knows how you’ll respond, knows how you’ll like it. Shirabu slowly draws himself out and thrusts back in.

The prince presses himself so close to you, and you inhale sharply. During the waltz, you always have to maintain body contact with your partner. You feel his breath on your cheeks, and you’re sure he can feel your hammering heartbeat. The intimacy builds in the tender but secure hold. The steps are quick but the movements are not violent. It’s just enough that the heat stirring in your core spreads throughout your body.

Breaths become more labored and raspy into the act. Shirabu sees your face morph into bliss as he continues his pace and rocks his hips into you. His own brows furrow as Shirabu feels his grip over rationality falling apart with each thrust. Each flutter of your walls against him only invites him to come in deeper, farther. Harder. 

“...K-Kenjirou-nii...,” you softly cry out.

Your honeyed voice is a thick syrup trapping Shirabu, coaxing him. It’s like a melody inviting a weary traveler, a lost prince, in for rest. Your voice, your body, it’s tantalizing.

"Too good," Shirabu groans to himself. Why is it so good? You, his little sister, how? He looks down towards where he sees his cock, covered with your fluids, disappear into you. The thin latex barrier doesn’t stop how close the two of you are, Shirabu feels each clench and spasm around him. “My little sister, I didn’t know…” 

Shirabu can now understand just why that man did all that to you. Why that man wants to keep you by his side. Why he incessantly sends messages and tries to manipulate you back into their world.

It’s the only explanation, really, when you don’t even know how bewitching your body is. How enticing your voice is. Anyone would want to keep it as their own. Your warmth, your sweet, sweet hole. This cunt of yours is itself a safe haven. And Shirabu feels like he’s the one being made whole from you. It’s all because of you.

Each moan from you. Those gentle mewling cries, a witch’s spell, an incantation for addiction. That man is trying to manipulate you? How? When your whole existence manipulates everyone first, drawing them all in with the image of your unsullied purity.

Shirabu feels his impending release around the edge. His pace quickens and his thrusts meet with each of your twisting squirms. Your head tosses side-to-side on the pillow as your sleepy climax washes through.

Spin. Faster and faster in the forested ballroom. Twirl for the finale. You feel a dizzying jolt as the prince dips your body back. It’s a whirlwind of love. In your dream, the sunshine is so warm and growing so much hotter. It feels like you’re floating. So light and free. That prickling tickle in your feet is growing stronger until little fireworks set off across every corner of your body, filling you completely. The forest melts as the colors blend together in a dreamy painting. 

Euphoria, as Shirabu finishes spectacularly, clutching your sleeping body close to him in a messy ending pose. The final winds of the dead storm outside sound like a rumbling applause for this sinful waltz. He can hear his own pants and your shaky breaths mix into a fading duet. Shirabu lets himself bask for a moment, resting, entangled with you.

Everything makes sense now. He completely understands why the bastard king forces himself onto Sleeping Beauty. He completely understands why your allure is much too exquisite to pass on. Shirabu pulls out and carefully removes the condom, collecting the white essence you bewitched out from him into a little package with a tie. Dangerous little princess, that you are.

Even though Shirabu now fully understands the complete story after careful examination, there are still a few lines Shirabu will draw. One, that man has still committed a very grave sin, being the first to sample your purity, stealing that away from Shirabu? Damaging your flesh and skin? Unacceptable, he thinks as he tosses the used condom into the waste bin. A complete low-life who doesn’t know how to cherish. Punishment will be due.

Shirabu returns to the bed where your unconscious body is still sprawled between bunched sheets. His blank eyes study your spread legs and puffy cunt that’s still quivering every now and then. He taps his index finger against your sensitive clit. As if it is a magic button, your body briefly trembles on command. As if you are ready to enchant another unsuspecting traveler into your safe little haven. A little bit of fluid leaks out from your hole, presenting itself seductively. Welcome. 

Shirabu scoffs. And number two, you’ll be better off staying here with himself, your big brother. You’ll be safe here with a prince who knows best how to love you right, and give you the world. This is the way it should be; before you completely lose yourself into degeneracy and invite just about anyone into you. 

Those sleeping pills will be insufficient for the long-run. A different concoction while you are still healing from your terrible trauma will be needed. A cocktail of sorts that will target different needs. Yes. Shirabu files that thought away, putting it towards the top of his to-do list. There’s so many things he has to take care of. Too much pain in this world waiting for him to don white robes and be out there.

“But you’ll always come first on niichan’s list,” Shirabu whispers, slipping your panties back on and pulling the comforters over your body. He’ll never allow you to be sullied again. You’ll stay here in this safe haven, like a little cottage tucked away in the forest. Dream here. Find happiness with the only prince you need.

The first rays of dawn begin to brighten the sky, shooing away the cloak of night. The first songs from the birds announce the arrival of a new day. The morning light filters through the windows of the room, spilling over onto the bed and your quiet, unmoving form.

Time to wake up now, sleeping beauty.

[kingdaddydaichi]

⛓ pairing: AU!Editor!Shuuhei Hisagi x F!Writer!Reader

⛓ genre: oneshot smut with plot

⛓ wc: 3.3k

⛓ warnings/notes: my first Shuuhei fic. nsfw. mdni. wall sex.

⛓ synopsis: Editor-in-Chief Shuuhei Hisagi runs into you (literally) in a cafe where you've been working on your first manuscript. He likes it so much he wants to read it and give you his feedback on a pro bono basis.

⛓ beta read by @mxgenderbender (ironically meta for my first official beta read 😅 thank you, love! 💜)

Shuuhei was on his way to the exit from the back of the café where he’d been sitting. He was walking with purpose, looking down at his phone reviewing a list of proposed articles that a junior editor had emailed to him.

You’d been typing away on your laptop through intermittent sips of mocha. Realizing you needed a few extra napkins, you'd grabbed some and were on your way back to your table when you caught movement in your periphery. A tall form in a black t-shirt was closing in fast. You’d just had time to gasp and put your hands up before being nearly bowled over.

“Shit!” He dropped his phone to catch you, the unmistakable sound of the screen cracking against the brick floor. The black-haired man had his arm high up around your waist, holding your shoulder with the hand that had been holding his phone. A pair of wide, soft, slate grey eyes were searching yours for an indication that you weren’t hurt. “I am so sorry-shit, are you okay?”

You’d automatically grabbed onto his arms when he reached for you, your brain just now registering the hardness of his biceps under your grip. Damn, his arms felt nice. And fuck, he was hot.

“Yeah, I think so, thanks.”

He righted you, not letting go until he knew you were able to stand. The backs of your hands brushed the warm, bare skin of his sinewy forearms as you let go of him. He followed you back to your table and as you sat down, still a bit shaken, he said, “Let me buy you a coffee. It’s the very least I can do.”

You waved him off, assuring him that you were okay and that there was nothing to be sorry for, acknowledging that it had been an honest accident. He glanced down at your laptop, then back at you as you pushed your black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of your nose.

“Working?”

“Yeah uhh-, well no. Not really. I guess it depends on how you define work.”

He raised an eyebrow as the opposite corner of his mouth turned upward. “Do you enjoy doing it?”

Your eyes lit up with your smile. “Yeah?”

“Then I wouldn’t define it as work.”

Your lips puckered sideways as your framed eyes narrowed. You liked him already.

“I’m Shuuhei. Sorry for the circumstances, but it’s nice to meet you.”

You shook his proffered hand. “I’m (y/n).” You foolishly hoped he didn’t notice the heat creep up your face. “Nice to meet you as well.”

“…so that’s what gave me the idea for it.”

He sat back in the chair across from you, a hand in the crook of his elbow, while squeezing his bottom lip between his fingers. “Original and captivating storyline. I feel like I’ve met your main characters already. I’d love to read it after it’s published.” Truth be told, he’d have loved to read it right there and then, but telling you so would’ve felt like a pitch he wasn’t making. His observations had been honest and free of charge.

“Oh, thank you. You sound like you know a lot about literature and writing.”

“That’s quite validating seeing as how I’m an editor.”

“No, you’re not! Shut the fuck up right now,” you said, pointing at him.

He produced a business card and slid it across the table, while chuckling and nodding. He raised his left hand and placed his right hand on his heart, smirking. “It’s true, Your Honor.”

“Y-you’re Editor-in-Chief of The Underground?” His physical appearance did not at all coincide with what one would imagine for that of a professional editor. With his spiky midnight-black hair, face tattoos, faded black t-shirt, worn black jeans, studded black leather bracelets, and wallet chain, he appeared far too punk rock to be the top editor of any other award-winning magazine.

“I’d love to read your manuscript…”

“No. No you wouldn’t”, you said waving your hand.

“Not as an editor, just as a reader,” assuring you it was something he wanted to do.

You picked at the cuff of your long-sleeve cardigan as you raised your (color) eyes to his grey ones. “Seriously?”

He smiled and nodded, eyes never leaving yours. He gave you his phone with the newly cracked screen so you could add yourself as a contact. “Alright, (y/n). I’ll be in touch. Do you have a hard copy of your manuscript?”

“Yeah, I have it with me now.” His eyebrows rose as you reached into your bag for your most recent hard copy. “Here,” you said, pushing it into his hands.

“Cool, I’ll keep it safe. You have another copy, right?” You assured him you did.

Later that evening, your phone buzzed against your nightstand as you sat up thumbing through the current issue of The Underground, occasionally flipping back to the editorial piece he’d written to look at his handsome face in the sidebar again. Just in case you’d been imaging things when you thought back to all the times that he’d smiled at you in the café. You looked over at your screen to see that you had gotten a text from a number you didn’t recognize.

Shuuhei: Hey, (y/n), it’s Shuuhei. I hope I’m not texting you too late, but I wanted to make sure you have my number. The rest of my day was a shitshow after I made it to the office and the time kinda got away from me.

You: No, it’s not too late, I’m awake. Reading your article on pacifism in anarchy in this month’s issue as a matter of fact.

Shuuhei: No shit? What do you think?

You: Fascinating! I’m familiar with direct action, but I didn’t know there was an actual term for it. And I really like your writing style. Cheeky if you squint. Almost like you were lowkey subvertising.

Shuuhei (laughing): You caught that, huh? Keen eye.

You: Thanks. I’m sorry you had a bad day btw.

Shuuhei: Yeah, it all started when I ran into a nice lady at a café this morning. I caught her, but fucked up my phone screen. I can barely read your texts and my thumbs are bleeding. 😉

You (putting your hand to your mouth, simultaneously giggling and frowning): I’m so sorry! Hopefully catching her was worth it.

Shuuhei: It definitely was. And don’t apologize! It was my own fault for not watching where I was going.

Shuuhei: I’ve been reading your manuscript for the past couple of hours.

You: Oh gods…and?

Shuuhei: Honestly? I fucking love it. I’ve made a few notes here and there so far, but I had to tear myself away from it to text you before it got too late. Was wondering if you’d be available this weekend to meet me for lunch and discuss?

You (squealing): Any time after 11am Saturday works for me!

Shuuhei: Sounds good. I know of a great Japanese place not far from the café. Wanna meet me there at 1pm? My treat.

You: I’ve been there before! Ugh yes, I love that place! I’ll see you then.

Shuuhei: Cool, looking forward to it. Enjoy the rest of your evening. Sleep well.

You: Thank you, Shuuhei. You too.

You entered the restaurant and told the host that you were meeting someone there. Without further explanation he led you straight to an outdoor two-topper where Shuuhei was sitting with your manuscript in hand, reading. God, he was even more handsome than you remembered. He looked up as you approached, standing to greet you with a wide grin spreading across his face. Damn, he thought, she looks downright gorgeous in that sundress. He sat again only after you had done so before the waitress appeared to take your drink order. When Shuuhei spoke to her in fluent Japanese, you felt dumb for being surprised. With a name like Shuuhei Hisagi, you might’ve known.

He explained that his white, American mother had gotten a job in Japan as a translator, even worked at one of the embassies for a while. She met his Japanese father through a mutual friend. They fell in love and a couple of years after they got married, Shuuhei had been born. They visited his mother’s side of the family stateside many times and after he graduated from high school, Shuuhei came to the U.S. to go to college and has lived here ever since. He still goes back to Japan a couple of times each year to visit family and has thought about maybe going back there to live someday, but for now at least he was content to stay where he was. Now that you were listening for it, you could hear his nearly imperceptible accent from time to time as he spoke, but his English was perfect – better than that of most native English speakers.

After what felt like an hour, your waitress turned up at your table to tell you the restaurant would be closing soon to prepare for dinner service. You both looked at your respective phones then back at each other, wide eyed.

“How the fuck?” he asked.

“I have no fucking idea,” you answered pointlessly.

He apologized to the waitress, handing her his card before she had a chance to give him the ticket. While you waited for her to return, he asked, “Hey, what’s your stance on continuing our conversation at the bar down the street? I’d love to buy you a drink.”

“Yes, that’s a great idea! I’ll buy you one too.”

“That would defeat the purpose of me buying you one.”

“No, it wouldn’t. It’s the thought that counts, right?”

He chuckled as the waitress returned with his card and receipt. “Fair enough, I concede.”

He left a generous tip in hopes that it would make up for the fact that the two of you had tied up one of her tables for so long. He placed a well-intentioned hand on the small of your back as you made your way out of the establishment.

Your lively conversation never missed a beat all the way into the bar where you sat at a table together with both copies of your manuscript open to the same pages between the two of you. Another couple of hours had flown by when the lights were dimmed and music turned up.

You looked out a nearby window. “Holy shit, it’s getting dark, Shuuhei! Why does time go by so quickly with you?”

“I don't know! I think you're using some type of magic on me, woman.”

He’d been showing you a parenthetical note he’d made next to a paragraph in your manuscript, but you couldn’t quite understand the point he was making what with his fancy chief editorial jargon. He could see that you were getting frustrated, burying your head in your hands, so he got up and sat in the chair next to you. “Look…you see here?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s right after that that I feel like you could incorporate one of the senses to draw your readers into the experience…”

You tilted your cheek against your palm to look straight at him. His eyes met yours, both of you perfectly still and silent while the rest of the world flowed around you like a creek trickling around boulders.

“What if instead I said,” you ventured, “‘his tongue swept against her lips in an effort to taste her…’?”

His gaze slid down to your lips as he licked his own. “And what would that feel like to her?”

“Like a soft, protective heat, perhaps…”

His handsome face closed in slowly before he grazed his parted lips against yours. You leaned into it, pressing back against him as the gradation of pressure between your lips grew, opening and closing together. Shuuhei threaded his fingers into your hair, pulling you closer as his tongue swiped your bottom lip. Pushing your hand into his short black hair, you permitted him entry as he smoothed his fingers across your cheek.

“Like this?” he murmured against your lips.

"Yesss..." He could feel the whisper of your words by your breath.

You now found yourselves as two pebbles, floating and being submerged at once, swept up in high tide, the torrid crashing of waves sending your minds tumbling.

You dared to open your eyes just enough to peek, finding Shuuhei’s gaze reaching back into yours.

Slate grey never felt so vulnerable.

Your tongues rolled over one another outside your open mouths when your faces tilted to deepen the kiss. A sigh slipped out of you and into his mouth when he squeezed your thigh beneath the table.

“You provide quite a demonstrative experience as an editor, don’t you?”

He laughed against your lips then pressed his forehead to yours. “Not usually, no. Just…I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met in the café.”

He dipped down to the junction between your neck and shoulder while his fingers trailed back and forth over the bare skin of your goose-bumped thighs.

“Shuuhei…” you exhaled as your eyes slid shut.

His thumb dug deeper into the meat of your inner thigh, massaging his way upward beneath your dress before brushing against your sex through your panties, noting the moisture that had already collected there for him. You broke your kiss with a loud gasp. “Shuuhei…take me home.”

He dipped his mouth to your ear. “Come on, let’s go.”

He dropped more than enough cash to cover your tabs onto the table and took you by the hand.

Gods help you.

You rubbed your hand along his thigh as he drove to your place, your fingers occasionally brushing over his aching cockhead. He’d barely gotten the car in park before you pulled his face to yours, sighing into his mouth while squeezing the head of his clothed, hard cock. He’d been fumbling behind his back for his door handle and once his fingers found purchase on it, he pulled away from you and got out, slamming his door on his way to the passenger side. You’d just gotten out and shut your door when he leaned down, pushing you back against his car and his thigh between your legs as he kissed you.

You had to rely on muscle memory to unlock your front door as Shuuhei invaded your mouth with his wet tongue, his deft fingertips pushing hard into the meat of your butt. The heavy wooden door opened, the two of you nearly falling inside as one. The door was slammed behind you - by whom you weren’t sure, and you didn’t fucking care. Your back was pushed against the adjacent wall, Shuuhei’s hand hooked behind your knee to pull your thigh up to his hip. Your hands tightened into fists in his hair, eliciting a groan from him.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

You nodded and breathed out, “That way.”

You both grabbed at each other’s bodies and clothes as you moved into the hallway.

“Nghhh fuck,” he whispered when you pushed him against a wall along the way, one of his hands massaging your tit that he’d pulled out over the top of your dress while the other fumbled with his belt buckle.

“Hurry, Shuuhei…need you now,” you whined, reaching into his pants before he could finish opening them. He pushed away from the wall and into your warm and beckoning hand as you stroked his throbbing cock.

“Fuuuhhh-“ he moaned. He opened his eyes, now a lust-blown, darker shade of nearly-black grey. Grabbing your shoulders, he spun you around, pushing you against the same wall with enough force that a nearby picture frame fell from it and shattered. You pulled his thick cock out over the waistband of his boxers and grabbed his ass to bring him closer to you. He fucked between your bare thighs under your dress, the head of his cock catching your clit, making you whine for him.

“Shuu-hei, plea-se fuck me.”

He picked you up, barely giving you time to grip his shoulders when he pushed your panties to one side before pressing the head of his dripping cock into you, releasing a long, deep groan.

“Oh fuck, gods yes!” Your mouth fell open at the fullness his cock provided you.

“Shit-“ he lowered his face to your neck, hooking his hands behind your knees before pushing them back towards the wall, a thickening coat of your slick glistening on his dick as he fucked you.

“Mmhhnnn yeah, fuck that’s good,” you moaned while pushing back into him, the angle causing his pubic bone to grind against your clit with every upward thrust of his hips. Another picture frame fell off the wall. He glanced over at the mess on the floor a few feet away as he continued pistoning in and out of you.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he breathed. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

“Don’t care about that right now…” You ran your fingers into his hair while pumping your hips in time with his own. “Does it feel good, Shuuhei?”

“You fucking kidding me?” He pushed his lips against yours, driving you further up the wall. “Your tight pussy feels so good gripping my cock like that, (y/n),” he grunted. “Gonna fucking cum so hard for you…”

“Hnnhhh…please…Shuu,” you whined loudly, “…just like that…”

He pressed his lips beside your ear. “You gonna cum too?”

“…oh, fuck yes!” Your thighs clapped against his soaking hips as he drove you up the wall. “Mmmyeah, fuck me, Shuu…” Your walls closed in around his shaft, sucking him back into you each time he withdrew. “…m’gonna cum”, you whined.

“Fuck, I can feel you, (y/n). Cum all over my cock.” You fell apart all around him, your thighs gripping his waist as his hips bucked hard and slow against you. “Yeah, just like that…”

He continued fucking you with deep, slow thrusts as that familiar heat began to rise from the base of his spine. His legs began to tremble, his breaths came faster, he dipped his head down to suck on your neck, hips stuttering, that unbearable tautness deep in his balls finally snapping.

“Fuck, cummi-“ his final word was cut short when his breath hitched in his throat. His seed erupted inside of you, some of it spilling out around him as he pumped deep within you a couple more times until he was fully spent. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close, his breath hot against your neck as he shuddered.

“Damn, that was good,” he said breathlessly, smiling against your skin.

“Yeah, it was,” you agreed. “We should do it again sometime.”

He lifted his head to find your skin glowing, along with a smile on your face that made his knees even weaker. He pressed his lips to yours and your mouths began exploring one another again.

“How about in 15 minutes?” he asked, mouth trailing across your jaw to kiss you under your ear.

You laughed. “So soon?”

“Can’t help it,” he kissed down the side of your neck, “You’re fucking beautiful. And sexy. And I really like you. A lot.” He brought his gaze to meet yours again.

“Shuuhei, you’re shaking. You can put me down now. Your legs must be screaming at you.”

He shook his head, “Nah, I wanna carry you to bed like this.”

He made sure that you were secure in his embrace before pulling you away from the wall. You squeezed your thighs around him and he carried you to your bedroom. He lowered himself down onto your bed on top of you. His cock, still buried deep within you, began to stir from its brief slumber.

Between kisses, you said, “It hasn’t even been 15 minutes yet and I can feel you getting hard again,” grinding your hips against him.

He rutted right back against you, smirking. “What can I say? I’m an overachiever.”

You laughed loudly, bringing your hands to cup his face.

“Shuuhei?” He hummed into your kiss.

“Yeah?”

“If I fall…will you catch me again?”

The increasingly familiar, vulnerable shade of soft, slate grey eyes found more of your meaning in your own gaze than in the words you’d just spoken.

He stroked your cheek with his thumb. “Of course, I will. Every single time.”