#where chou

[bwops]

我想我… 疯了

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i think i’ve… gone mad.

[arolesbianism]

After designing my looped comicfrin I started thinking abt a hypothetical full circle looped isatfrin and blacked out and doodled this

[allfortzu]

can we get closer? (let's get closer)

-- jihyo / tzuyu. 4.4k, smut ; tattoos // MEN DNI.

jihyo promises she doesn't bite – unless tzuyu asks.

tzuyu tries not to look. 

she tries not to get distracted by edges of faded black beneath sleeves, tries not to attempt glimpses of carefully lined maroon under cut hems. 

tries not to think about where the ink leads, and whatever else. 

but when she tries not to, her mind wanders terribly far. 

and when jihyo lifts her arms just so, cropped tee hiking up to reveal a taste of everything she hasn’t seen – tzuyu can only tilt her head subconsciously, curiosity piqued. can only start to wonder where the black ends again, where the red starts. wonder how it looks as a whole. 

unfortunately for her, jihyo is perceptive – and bold. 

she picks up on tzuyu's less-than-conspicuous glances, an amused smile playing at her lips. her head angles sideways playfully, imitating tzuyu. “checking me out?”

tzuyu jolts back at jihyo’s attention, the remark feeling simultaneously pointed but cocky all the same. moments like these, she wishes chaeyoung hadn't left them alone without a buffer. there’s a certain awkwardness that’s compounded when two people only start making the move to become closer friends after having known each other for months. 

nonetheless, tzuyu straightens her head swiftly, denying without a second thought. “what? no.” 

jihyo’s smile widens into a grin.

"just kidding," she reassures warmly. “but you’re a horrible liar, you know?” 

“i– “ tzuyu stammers, gaping a little at jihyo’s jab. the instinctual need to defend herself surfaces, and she huffs. “i wasn’t checking you out, just curious.” – which, in hindsight, doesn’t seem much better than owning it, but the words come out of her mouth before she can think about it. 

jihyo laughs at that, a soft giggle that comes out in broken waves.

“sorry, sorry,” she apologises, but it’s said the same way someone consoling a child would, so tzuyu’s features remain resolutely stoic in protest.

still, jihyo hefts herself up from the ground and joins her on the couch, as if she hadn't just made fun of tzuyu, and the leather sinks gently beneath her as it compresses. she plops down with a casualness that feels oddly familiar, and some of tzuyu's prior defensiveness simmers away. 

“curious about what?” jihyo asks, bumping her shoulder against tzuyu’s. 

tzuyu mulls over the question for a second, weighs in the risk of stepping out of her comfort zone to admit it. she could shut this down if she wanted to, could shift away from jihyo, and she knows jihyo would stop pushing if she did. 

she chances a glance, hesitant.

jihyo’s expression is bright, eager anticipation palpable.

“hm?” she hums, catching tzuyu’s eyes, encouraging. 

tzuyu decides she’s worth it, if only for that pretty smile and the friendship between them they high time tried to pursue. 

“i was looking at your tattoos?” she concedes, but it comes out as a question �� not too imposing or assumptious, in case it’s not what jihyo expects. 

jihyo doesn’t seem to mind at all. 

“oh!” she beams, looking down at her exposed abdomen like she hadn’t noticed it was exposed.

“you could’ve just asked if you wanted to see, tzuyu,” she laughs. “i don’t bite.”

“well, i’m not versed in tattoo etiquette, okay?” tzuyu pouts.

the tension in her shoulders falls, dissipating into a comforting friendliness brought about by jihyo’s tongue-in-cheek jibes that she can’t help responding in kind.

“and you definitely look like you bite.” 

“i do not,” jihyo gasps, feigning offence. though, as if she wants to tease as much as be teased, she tacks on at the end, “unless you want me to.” 

tzuyu rolls her eyes, the intimidation she’d felt from jihyo before now long chipped away. “don’t even try.” 

“ouch, i thought that was pretty smooth?” jihyo juts her bottom lip out. 

“i was asking about your tattoos, not your… kinks.” tzuyu scowls in exasperation, narrowing her eyes for show.

“chivalry is so dead,” jihyo huffs. she crosses her arms ludicrously, head tucked into her chest. “you don’t even care about my interests anymore.” 

the dramatique of it all makes tzuyu choke back a laugh. the ease in which jihyo so comfortably picks apart tzuyu's stoic, deadpan demeanour is somehow exactly the type of ease tzuyu likes – effortless. 

“i care about your tattoos,” tzuyu offers, but it's really just to rub it in. 

“ever the heartbreaker, tzuyu,” jihyo sighs, and it rolls off her tongue naturally, like this isn't the first time they've been alone together this long, like this isn't the first time they've bantered. 

like jihyo's known tzuyu forever. and she has, in some ways, but never without someone else between them, never like this until now. 

“are you planning to get one?” she asks. 

she reaches out to take one of tzuyu’s hand in hers, careful but curious, looking over tzuyu’s uninked skin. 

tzuyu is more distracted by something else. 

she’s zeroed in on the red peeking from under the sleeve that has ridden up jihyo’s arm. 

“you have really good skin,” jihyo comments, fills the silence as tzuyu thinks of an answer. 

tzuyu has never been particularly interested in getting tattoos, nor has she ever had much inclination to. if anything, the pain that comes with leaves little to be desired, or maybe the idea of permanency scares her – too much of a commitment, one way or the other – but she’s certainly interested in jihyo’s, who seemingly notices she’s drifted off. she nudges tzuyu's jaw lightly with a finger. tilts her chin upwards.

tzuyu's eyes snap back. "sorry." 

jihyo smiles reassuringly. she changes the topic; it’s okay if tzuyu doesn’t know. “wanna see my tattoos?” 

“really?” tzuyu perks up. this was the main reason she was so intrigued after all. “i don’t want to impose.” 

“why else did i get a tattoo if not to show it off, right?” jihyo says, and she tugs on tzuyu’s hand gently, knowing tzuyu would need urging. 

tzuyu leans in with the motion, and jihyo lifts the hem of her shirt just slightly enough to show what tzuyu wants to see.

it’s all wisps of red and black winding below the underside of jihyo’s chest, brushstroke licks of flame that tzuyu wonders how she could ever miss. elegant in their form, but the subtle crimson bring out the natural warmth of jihyo's skin; a conscious choice, of course, in the palette itself. 

tzuyu thinks they fit jihyo perfectly. 

“i have these here, and then my back,” jihyo explains, eager to share. 

she pulls her shirt off her shoulders, and it would make sense if tzuyu had thought about it more, but right now she doesn't expect it.

she jolts back in surprise, heart in her throat. 

“oh, you– “ you don’t have to, is what she means to say.

she scrambles to stop jihyo, but the moment jihyo turns around, and tzuyu sees the ink on her back, she forgets. 

it’s breathtaking. 

it's red and blacks again, cohesive, flowing down the dip of jihyo’s spine, spreading over her shoulder blades like mist. they fade off in the edges, gentle strokes harshened by deep maroon, covering the expanse from the base of her neck to her rib cage. 

“oh,” tzuyu whispers, voice softer, like jihyo’s delicate tattoos simply warranted something quieter, or perhaps it's just plain awe. 

tzuyu reaches out to touch; a curious moth to a flame, almost without thought. traces her fingers over the lines. 

she doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t think anything can encapsulate her feelings, but she tries.

“it’s beautiful," she says, even if the words fall short of everything it really is; tzuyu hopes jihyo knows. 

"isn't it?" jihyo chuckles, a disbelieved sound, as if experiencing the novelty of her tattoo all over again. 

goosebumps rise in the wake of tzuyu's touch, but her chest swells with pride and something close to adoration for the girl so innocently intrigued. maybe she should show off more. 

"give me your hand, tzu." 

tzuyu doesn't know what she's planning, but she listens anyway. 

her gaze follows as jihyo grabs a pen before settling back in front of her. she takes the hand tzuyu had so obediently given, clicks the pen once, and tzuyu shivers at the cold ink head gliding over her skin. 

she tries to see what jihyo's drawing, but it's hard to tell when she's on the other side. jihyo's strokes are gentle, purposeful, she knows exactly what she wants on tzuyu. 

tzuyu can feel it when jihyo writes her own name – 

J I H Y O. 

jihyo hovers over it for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to add something else. 

it's oddly intimate, tzuyu thinks, watching jihyo work on her.

it's oddly intimate being so close, jihyo's tongue between her teeth, topless, and tzuyu feels her stomach curl. 

jihyo decides she's finished then.

she lets go of tzuyu's hand, prompting tzuyu to look with an upward nod. 

tzuyu retracts her hand, turns the back of her palm towards herself. 

it's a smaller version of jihyo's tattoos, altered in some parts to flow with the veins on tzuyu's hand, over the rise of her knuckles.

personalised. 

and then there's jihyo's name, a mark under her own work, and tzuyu doesn't know why she starts getting giddy.

"how is it?" jihyo asks. 

tzuyu muses over the temporary tattoo jihyo's given her.

"i like it," she decides, smiling. "did you design yours too?" 

"yeah," jihyo takes tzuyu's hand once again and holds it by her ribcage for a side-by-side comparison. she grins at the similarity. "now we're matching." 

tzuyu can't help but grin along, the fact of matching with someone itself is sweet. "i don't know why we weren't friendlier sooner."

"i think you were afraid of me biting?" jihyo teases.

she brings tzuyu's hand close to her mouth in turn, a threat tzuyu hopes isn't as empty as it seems. maybe she's a little curious now. 

"don't you dare," tzuyu narrows her eyes still, challenging. 

"and if i do?" jihyo opens her mouth wider, teeth peeking.

she makes a show of biting down just before she touches skin, then laughs when she feels tzuyu tensing up.

"don't worry, i'll only bite if you ask." 

tzuyu rolls her eyes, slightly infuriated. "be honest, you wouldn't do it even if i asked. scaredy cat." 

jihyo gasps. "i so would." 

tzuyu leans in, and she doesn't know what it is that comes over her, but she does know riling jihyo up is fun if only to see her reactions. 

she pushes her hand against jihyo's cheek, taunting. "you wouldn't dare." 

jihyo purses her lips, and tzuyu can see the cogs turning in her head for a comeback, only to find none. 

she's about to console jihyo, more to rub in her assumed victory than anything, but then jihyo’s grip around her hand tightens. 

and jihyo tugs hard. 

tzuyu falls forward with a yelp. all the air leaves her lungs.

she holds herself up on the cushion behind jihyo in a panic, avoids pressing against jihyo completely. her breath is still, frozen. 

“i’d dare, but would you?” jihyo says, voice low, breath hot. her boldness back. 

tzuyu is suddenly acutely aware of jihyo’s warmth, of jihyo’s proximity.

she tries not to stare into jihyo’s eyes. 

this isn’t… this isn’t what she meant. was it?

“i… “ she murmurs, but her mind is blank. 

“tell me to bite you,” jihyo teases, but there's something else in the edge of her words that isn't just playfulness. there's something else in the way her gaze falls on tzuyu's lips, fleeting but unavoidable. 

tzuyu exhales shakily. it's hard to think when jihyo's so close.

what does it mean now, then, if jihyo's asked. what does she mean by that. what does tzuyu want now. 

it's hard to think– it's hard to think when jihyo's half naked under her, but she knows she wants something that involves jihyo. 

"okay," tzuyu whispers, and if not for their stillness, she barely would've heard herself say it. 

jihyo lets the answer simmer in silence for a bit. 

for too long, in tzuyu's mind. 

she has a chance to second guess, one chance too many. it's not a good feeling and she doesn't want to feel it anymore. it's even harder when jihyo can see her so closely now – 

but then suddenly she doesn't have to, because suddenly jihyo lunges forward, and suddenly jihyo's kissing her –

she's kissing jihyo. 

and it's good. 

it's a good feeling. it suffocates her and makes her breathe again and jihyo's lips are soft and harsh and messy but knowing and good. 

and she bites on tzuyu's lips like she said she would, teeth actually on skin this time, knocking against tzuyu's own. it's hurried like she'd been thinking about it all day, thinking about biting tzuyu's lips even though she'd denied it in the first place, but she likes it now so she keeps biting until iron skates over tzuyu's tongue, until there's a hint of pain where jihyo's teeth press in. 

"unnie," tzuyu mutters, breathless, because it's unfamiliar and she doesn't know if she should like it. 

jihyo hears her, and she pulls back. "tell me when to stop," she says. it's as much for tzuyu as it is for her, but isn't this how it always goes; flame burning moth the moment they touch. 

tzuyu nods and then jihyo is back on her again, just as quickly. she pushes into tzuyu, heightens herself with an arm sinking into the cushion, deepening the kiss. 

she tugs and pulls and she can't get enough already; she's had a small taste of tzuyu and she's a little insatiable, maybe. 

the couch is terribly uncomfortable and too small for what jihyo wants to do, frustratingly so. tzuyu's knee press up her core in a mess of tangled limbs, and it's not that she doesn't like it, but jihyo's not quite done with tzuyu yet to get herself off, so in a bout of adrenaline, she picks tzuyu up with her arms under tzuyu's thighs. tzuyu shrieks in a panic, her haze breaking momentarily. 

it's awkward because tzuyu's much taller than jihyo, so she resorts to wrapping her arms tightly around jihyo's neck for some security. 

the edges of jihyo's shoulders jut out as she flexes, and tzuyu realises jihyo has two more tattoos on her clavicle, all the more defined now. it certainly does wonders to distract her. 

then, jihyo finally sets her down, settling on the dining room table. tzuyu would argue this is less comfortable than the couch, all hard wood and no cushion, but then jihyo slots herself between tzuyu's legs, lips finding her neck, and suddenly she no longer minds. 

jihyo noses the underside of her jaw, coaxing her to tilt her head upward so more kisses can be peppered there, and tzuyu feels teeth again. she suspects jihyo has a penchant for biting, and true to her thinking, jihyo nibbles at her skin, sucking lightly right after. 

all tzuyu can do – wants to do – is squirm and expose her neck even more, the buzz that flows down after addicting. 

jihyo pulls back just as the pain numbs, and tzuyu catches her licking her lips, eyeing the reddening mark on tzuyu's neck. 

jihyo definitely has a penchant for biting. 

"so you do bite," tzuyu muses. 

jihyo smirks, the jab not as incriminating now that she's gotten what she wanted. she laces her fingers with tzuyu's, tucking herself between tzuyu's legs while she pulls tzuyu's body close. "when i want to."

she tugs on tzuyu's arms until they're on her waist, holding them there. "you can touch, you know?" 

i don't bite, tzuyu can almost hear jihyo saying at the end, but the point has gotten through enough and she's much too distracted by something else to follow up. 

jihyo's bare skin is warm to the touch, nerve wracking; tzuyu heeds her advice, holding her breath as she carefully slides her hands upwards to jihyo's ribs, halting where her tattoos start.

"i really like your tattoos," she whispers. 

"mhm," jihyo smiles, proud of tzuyu's initiation. "i like you," she says, before her lips are on tzuyu's again and tzuyu can't even reply because all she's doing now is choking her whimpers back.

jihyo kisses down to the base of her neck this time, right at the edge of tzuyu's collarbone. she does the same thing over – sucking, biting, licking – painful, but less so now that tzuyu has experienced it, and there's such a pleasant electricity that follows, making her stomach curl deliciously. she thinks she might just start developing a liking to these marks, hands trailing up jihyo's back, mewling softly when jihyo's tongue runs over a particularly sensitive spot. 

"unnie," tzuyu breathes out, the only word she can muster among infinite pleas she has for jihyo. 

jihyo responds with a hmm, a low hum that seeps into tzuyu's veins and runs down her spine from where jihyo is, and it's not until tzuyu's shoulders tense that jihyo lets go. 

the edge of jihyo's lips tug up slyly. "something you want?" 

"you know," tzuyu says. she knows jihyo knows. 

and jihyo does know, but – "ask, baby" because who is she if not a commitment to her stunt– "you just need to tell me." 

tzuyu frowns, and she tries to minimise her pouting as best she can. she stares jihyo down, hoping jihyo would simply give in, but jihyo is hard headed, and tzuyu really has little choice. 

tzuyu bites her lip, mumbling out reluctantly, "touch..." 

jihyo's smug look is infuriating. "where?" 

"you–," tzuyu purses her lips.

inhales, exhales.

"down there." 

"and?" 

oh, what tzuyu would do to wipe that stupid smirk off jihyo's face. 

she grabs jihyo's arm, pulls her in harshly, and jihyo lets out a cut off yelp. tzuyu ignores it, intent on pressing jihyo's fingers into the button of her jeans.

"and fuck me." 

some bravado drains from jihyo's face. she loses her words for a moment, doesn't even dare gulp down the drool accumulating in her mouth. 

she makes quick work of tzuyu's jeans immediately, muttering a "yes ma'am" in between because jesus fuck. 

she fumbles to push the article open, then decides she'll take with exactly what she has right now, dipping her fingers in with a sudden fervour to just give tzuyu everything she wants. 

tzuyu grips jihyo's shoulders, nails digging deeper into jihyo's back when jihyo rubs over her centre, the slick sound stark in the quiet of their heavy breathing. 

"you're so– wet," jihyo grunts, tzuyu's jeans making it hard to manoeuvre, but she's far from complaining. "all over my fingers, tzu– god."

tzuyu makes a soft, high pitched sound, head hung and legs curled around jihyo from the instinctual need to close them. 

"i'll take care of you," jihyo coos, her other hand slipping under tzuyu's shirt, thumb stroking her waist. "don't worry." 

she continues running her fingers between tzuyu's folds through the fabric just to work her up more, and tzuyu jolts slightly, cries caught in her throat. 

"you're really fucking cute, tzuyu." 

she nuzzles into tzuyu's neck, the cute aggression kicking in, and she can't help but want to leave another mark. 

her teeth prob gently, finding a spot she hasn't marked before biting down again. it elicits a familiar whine from tzuyu's throat, a broken and staggered sound, choked up in a cry that heightens when jihyo's fingers dip under. she sinks two fingers into tzuyu's heat, thumb on her clit, and tzuyu fucking drips. 

"jihyo unnie," she moans, for no other reason than the want to say jihyo's name. 

her nails rake over jihyo's back, harder than she means to, but with jihyo's fingers pressing against her tight walls, pulling out and back in slowly; with jihyo's thumb following the motion over her sensitive nub, attentive snd meticulous and maddening; with jihyo letting go of her neck after leaving another mark, murmuring sweet nothings she's too dazed to hear – 

she wants jihyo to feel it the same way she feels it, wants to leave her mark on jihyo too, even if it's temporary, she wants the feeling to be as permanent as jihyo's tattoos.

and if jihyo does feel it, the only tells tzuyu catches are the faster, harsher thrusts, and the hand clutching her waist, pushing through with gritted teeth. 

"fuck, tzuyu," jihyo hisses, bottom lip between her teeth. her wrist aches from the angle but the warmth around her fingers feels too good to let up. "that's– fuck, you're so tight."

tzuyu digs her nails even deeper, the pleasure unbearable without an outlet. "please, harder," she sobs, thighs clasping around jihyo's hips, stomach taut. "gonna come." 

jihyo listens– anything tzuyu asks for.

she buries her fingers deeper, fucking into tzuyu so roughly the table starts shaking, and the lewd squelch that follows every pump is downright sinful. a few tight circles over her clit has tzuyu whimpering, the loudest one yet, and jihyo thinks it might be her favourite sound in the world– before it breaks into a cry, tzuyu whining, "jihyonnie–!" 

– and now that's her favourite sound in the world. 

"come for me," jihyo coaxes, voice liquid in tzuyu's ears.

tzuyu barely needs probing, spilling into jihyo's fingers almost immediately, cum pooling over her jeans and the table in a filthy mess of slick.  she claws at jihyo's back as jihyo fucks her through her orgasm, making her stutter and tremble wildly. there's a steady hand on her waist, jihyo wanting to drag her high out. 

"good girl," jihyo dotes, tzuyu's release pleasantly warm in her hands. "taking me so well." 

tzuyu keens at the praise, senses attuned to nothing but the rasp of jihyo's voice and all the words coming out her mouth. soon enough, she's spent to the point of barely being able to clutch onto jihyo's shoulders, sweaty and heaving. jihyo slows her pace when tzuyu's shaking calms, guiding her down. 

"s– stop," tzuyu mumbles, pushing at jihyo weakly. 

in turn, jihyo pulls her fingers out slowly, finally letting tzuyu catch her breath. 

though, watching jihyo lick her fingers off tzuyu's slick arouses tzuyu all over again, and she bites her lip, a quiet request.

jihyo doesn't miss the pleading look in her eyes. 

"open your mouth," she says, her other hand on tzuyu’s jaw. 

tzuyu obeys, parting her lips slightly, and jihyo pushes her cum-coated fingers into her mouth. she moans when jihyo presses down on her tongue, insistent, and tzuyu can hear jihyo’s breathing stutter when she starts sucking, running her tongue between jihyo’s fingers. 

jihyo drags her fingers out, wet with spit, and tzuyu almost mewls at the loss– but then jihyo tugs her in by the chin and kisses her hard, and all her sounds soften into a pleased hum. jihyo doesn’t bite this time, simply enjoys the kiss as it is. 

tzuyu feels bad for having to cut it short. 

“i need to pee,” she whispers sheepishly. 

jihyo is stunned for a moment, and then quickly endeared. 

she doesn't put up a fight, barely teases tzuyu for it like tzuyu would expect.

she gives tzuyu another peck, surprisingly sweet, a chuckle playing at the edges. “go.” 

tzuyu’s knees are still wobbly, but she hurries anyway, trudging to the bathroom quickly.

yet, all she does after she shuts the bathroom door is just stand there, staring into the white tiles. suddenly allowed to actually think about it all.

she lets it simmer for a bit, etches the memory of jihyo’s tattoos in her mind– red, black, flowy. curving into her sides and inching down her clavicle. her back, the dip of her spine, over her shoulder blades, a growing flame.

gentle fingers on her jaw that tzuyu can feel even now; urging, coaxing. the hand on her waist, in her, careful and slow but good. even though they'd never talked this much before, somehow jihyo knew what she liked.

tzuyu catches sight of herself in the mirror. 

there’s a trail of red scattered down her neck, her collarbone; marks of tattoos in itself. 

jihyo’s marks. 

tzuyu buries her face in her hands, cheeks hot. tries not to look.

–

by the time tzuyu returns, the table has been cleaned, moved back to its original position. tzuyu pretends her stomach doesn’t flutter at the thought. 

jihyo is in the living room, back towards her, fresh red lines running through her tattoos.

tzuyu did that.

tzuyu winces. “sorry about the… scratches.”

jihyo turns at the sound of her voice. 

“oh,” she chuckles, waving tzuyu’s worries away. 

she makes her way to tzuyu, tilting her face this way and there, looking at the marks she’d left. “it’s okay. i’ll get you back next time, hm?”

tzuyu’s face flushes, jihyo’s touch burning quickly. “next time?” 

“mhm,” jihyo confirms, tucking her fingers into the belt loops of tzuyu’s jeans. “or now, if you want.” 

she noses at tzuyu’s jaw again, as she did countless times before, wanting another mark of hers on tzuyu’s skin. it's like they've always been here, like they've always been kissing each other and all of this.

maybe she does like biting; maybe when it comes to tzuyu. 

 

“just ask.”

tzuyu thinks she might like it too; maybe when it comes to jihyo.

yeah idk why this is 4k and idk whats going on in this either <3 i rewrote this like 3 times and all of them have wildly different beginnings and endings! one of them even ends with jihyo just going home after giving tzuyu absolutely nothing bc i love slowburn <3 but i thought we deserved some smut after waiting this long so!! now you get to have some of the most mid smut ever happy jihyo debut!!!

thank you so much for reading!! interactions are always appreciated, genuinely <3

MEN DNI.

[justgoji]

@parti-poppers the little goober

[marigoldbaker]

made the bakery ladies in the sims :)

sometimes a family is a human cleric of ilmater with emotional issues, a barbie dream princess tiefling fighter, a half elf wizard who is trying to win Most Normal And Mentally Stable Girl Ever (and losing), her elven apprentice who's really just her adopted daughter at this point (she's the only one who did not get that memo), and their dwarf mom who is not their boss despite marigold's genuine belief that this is a workplace relationship

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Danmei Tournament Round 3

LHJC & Where is Our Agreement to Be Arch-Rivals? vs. Mist & TEIO

Golden Stage vs. Little Mushroom

Let's Talk & FDCM vs. Mistakenly Saving the Villain

After the Disable God of War Became My Concubine vs. Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know

Since Round 2 Ended with 3 ties, some of the titles have been combined. Round 3 will start tomorrow, Wednesday, May 24th, 2023, at noon CST and will remain open for 24 hours.

[stickers-on-a-laptop]

does sento know that what he pulled in heigen final was like. not new.

[sometimesraven]

Intrusive

Fandom: Quantum Leap 2022 POV: Jenn Chou

Summary: Jenn has vivid intrusive thoughts triggered by the state of the world and her own personal history. Ian has excellent timing.

(TW r*pe, transphobia and death mentions)

AO3 link

Through everything, Jenn could never tell Ian how scared she was.

It started when she was just a kid. Living in one too many rough neighbourhoods made her hypervigilant, that was no secret, but it was the fears that kept her up at night more than the sound of movement outside her window ever could.

Losing people was par for the course of growing up and changing, she knew that. Somehow that didn’t make it hurt any less. Didn’t reassure her when her mind was insistent on telling her just how many things could be happening to her friends while she slept. Didn’t stop her checking and double checking the security measures she put in Quantum Leap or breathing a sigh of relief when Ian texted “you awake?” at three in the morning.

When you lose enough people, it’s not long before you start to expect it. To plan for it, even.

The problem was that Jenn couldn’t prepare for everything. When she was a kid it was stupid stuff, like worrying someone would get stabbed and she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. That was when she learned first aid, so she’d be prepared.

As she grew up, she realised the things she had to fear the most were not so simple.

That was how she found herself here, crying silently against her pillow in the dark as her mind played scenario after scenario. Ian was trans. Trans people were getting killed almost systematically. Jenn had never been able to fight the system. Ian would be murdered, and it would be some place and time she wasn’t there to save them.

Fuck, why was she thinking like this? It was like her mind got off on seeing awful shit happen to the people she loved most. Got off. Oh god what if one day Ian was jumped by some creep—

“Fuck off!” The words were hissed out loud, trying desperately to shut off the vivid, disgusting imagery in her head. Disgusting fucking creep fantasising about your best friend like this. Never mind murder: here’s what will happen when Ian finds out the sick thoughts you keep having about them.

The image of Ian’s face twisted in disgust, their raised voice, turning their back on her… Somehow it hurt just as bad as the rest of her thoughts and she was sobbing again, choking back cries as she fought to keep silent for no reason other than habit.

“Jenn?” Fuck, was she full-on hallucinating now? Ian’s voice seemed to be coming from down the hall and it wasn’t until the click of her front door being closed and the familiar cadence of Ian’s footsteps began to draw closer that she remembered she’d given them a key. “Hope it’s okay I let myself in, I know you said it was but-.. but you know. You awake?”

Jenn stayed silent, biting back more tears. They were going to find her here and realise how disgusting she was and everything was about to come true, oh god… maybe if she stayed quiet enough they’d think she was sleeping.

“Aw.” Ian’s coo was whispered as they entered her bedroom, seeing her curled up there with her back to them. They immediately quietened their own movements; soft rustling of clothes being shed and bare feet tip-toeing on carpet. The bed shifted as they slowly lowered themself beside her, sitting up against the headboard with a sigh. “Couldn’t sleep,” they whispered, “You know how I get, I cou-couldn’t stop freaking out. I was totally sure I left the window open no matter how many times I locked it and re-locked it.”

There was a quiet huff of laughter and Jenn bit down on her lip to stay silent. They were so sweet, venting to her like this even when she couldn’t hear. Too sweet to be anywhere near her. It wasn’t fair on them.

“I know you can’t hear me but I’m-.. glad I’ve got you. Not everyone would open their home to a crazy person like this.”

Jenn tried to bite down on the sob that rose unbidden, but her body trembled with the force of it even as no sound came out and she knew the game was up — Ian was far too observant. She felt them still and heard their head turn to look at her; could practically feel their brow pinch in concern, “…Jenn? I’m so sorry, I-I thought you were asleep, are you okay?”

“Can’t stop thinking,” she whispered, the confession spilling unbidden like her own subconscious was testing the limits of Ian’s patience just to sabotage her.

What if you get in a fight right now and you make them kill themself? Jenn had barely finished speaking before the vivid scenario presented itself and she whimpered, curling into herself in embarrassment as another wave of tears hit her. Ian sighed in sympathy, gently pulling her up and into their chest to cuddle in a warm, soothing embrace.

“We’re both having a shitty night, huh?” they murmured, pressing a comforting kiss to the top of her head as she hid like a child in their arms. “You know you can talk to me, right.”

Jenn shook her head, inwardly chastising herself for how pathetic she was being. Ian had taken her off guard, caught her vulnerable — nobody was supposed to do that. She didn’t do emotions and everyone knew it and now here she was acting like a fucking five year old in front of the one person she cared about more than anyone. It was pathetic but she couldn’t stop, her sobbing only growing heavier by the second. “Not this. You’ll hate me.”

“Oh, Jenn…” Why we’re they being so soft with her? She wanted to beat the shit out of— god, no, why would she think that? “I could never hate you.”

“Bullshit,” she hissed without thinking, shoving against them so they’d let her go and glaring at them as she scrubbed the tears from her eyes, “You’ll hate me eventually. Everyone does.”

Ian didn’t waver for a second, their gaze still so sympathetic and affectionate as they watched her. “I know that feels true right now, but I promise it’s not.”

“Stop it!” God, she was acting like a spoilt teenager. She felt like a kid again. What the fuck was wrong with her? “Stop being so nice all the time! You wanna know what I was thinking about? You. Dead and raped and beat up. It won’t fucking stop, it just gets worse the more the world does and I fucking hate it!”

Frustratingly, Ian’s gaze only softened even further, their own eyes sparkling with empathy, “That’s— Jenn, why would I hate you for that? Look at you: you’re all torn up, I- I understand, you know?”

“No you don’t!” Jenn was borderline hysterical now, hands tangling in her hair. She’d ruined it; ruined everything by telling them all of this and she still wouldn’t shut up. “I want to hurt you right now, I— I need— I can’t—“

Her hands began to beat at her head of their own accord, trying to smack the thoughts away, and Ian quickly reached to move them away even as she struggled and screamed, the panic breaking somewhere in her mind. “No! I deserve this, I deserve to die I can’t— I can’t do this I can’t lose you I—“

Ian only pulled her close again, wrapping themself around her despite how hard she struggled and cried in the hopes the pressure would ground her somewhat. They hushed her quietly, tears rolling down their own face now as they breathed quiet reassurances. “It’s okay. I promise it’s okay. I’ve got you and I’m not going anywhere.”

Jenn didn’t know how long it took before she ran out of steam. Ian’s arms around her, the warmth of their chest and their cheek against her head were more comforting than she wanted to admit as she managed to calm herself to whimpering sobs, her body trembling as she clung to them for dear life. “It’s not fair…”

“No, it’s not.” Somehow, despite how vague and dramatic she’d been, Ian seemed to understand. They always understood.

“I don’t want to lose you, I—“ Jenn’s voice broke and trailed away, sniffling.

“I know…” Ian’s own voice shook even as they reassured her, but somehow that was comforting too. To share in the fear knowing they had each other… it was more important than anything Ian could do for her. She clung just a little closer, disappearing into them as it finally hit how lucky she was to have them. How desperately she needed them to stay even when she tried so hard to push them away.

Jenn could never tell Ian how scared she was. At least, not always. Now, at least, they figured out a system. Ian still texted late at night, or dropped by to check on her if they were feeling particularly bad. They did, however, have an idea.

The next time Jenn lay awake, pillow dampening and mind racing with nightmare scenarios, she picked up her phone and sent a simple text.

[Text to: Kitten] u alive?

[Text from: Kitten] yeah. be there in 5 xxx

[kon-konk]

Should I change my pfp to Tsurumaru (Token Ranbu) or Owner/Taishou (Phantom Tales of the Night)?

[arolesbianism]

Chou vc guys help I installed too many qol mods and it broke my game :(

[lockefanfic]

Last Chance

“Come over?”

You knew what the message meant, what she was asking for. What else could she mean, sending you that text at near midnight on a Friday night? 

The night air is crisp as you leave your friend’s apartment, where his yearly Inbetween-Christmas-and-New-Years party was raging. It seemed to only get colder as you stood on the sidewalk waiting for your ride, and the Uber driver’s seeming reluctance to crank up the heat in his car meant that the ride across town to her apartment was almost equally as chilly. 

Her building was a lot warmer, thankfully, and when she opens the door and greets you with a smile she gives you all the warmth you need.

“Come in,” Chou Tzuyu says with a small wave of her hand and nod of her head. “Drink?”

“I’ve had plenty at the party,” you admit, “but wouldn’t say no to water.”

“Good choice,” she says with a sly smile, cracking open her fridge to pull out a jug. “Gotta stay hydrated.”

You watch as she pours you a glass, her back turned to you as you enter her small but nicely furnished kitchen. She’s wearing a short, tight t-shirt and what were probably the tiniest pair of green cotton shorts known to man. The fit left much of her midsection and all of her long, shapely legs bare, highlighting the wideness of her hips and the fullness of her thighs. You hadn’t thought it possible, but she almost looked as attractive with the flimsy scraps of cotton on her as she did without them.

She hands you your glass of water, tapping it with her own as you both take sips and step into her living room. 

“Had a real shitty week,” she says, unprompted, as though she somehow felt the need to justify calling you over on a Friday night, felt the need to justify what the both of you were about to do. “Kind of need to blow off some steam.”

“Fair enough. Work again?”

“Yeah,” she says with a sigh under her breath, leaning against the arm of her couch, where you join her. “Big project due next week that’s kept me at the office most nights. And…”

“And?”

“There’s this guy.”

You sigh, inwardly, hiding your reaction behind another sip of water. You feel a sting somewhere in the depths of your heart, one you do your best to keep hidden behind the barrier of nonchalance that you’d worked hard to maintain with her.

“Oh?” you manage.

“Co-worker,” she says, softly, after another sip. “Yeah, yeah, I know, ‘don’t date co-workers.’ But I’m pretty sure he’s into me, y’know? And I’ve been into him since, well, forever ago. But I’m so frustrated, because he won’t make a fucking move, no matter how many signals I send his way.”

“...and you’re into him?” you ask, even as the words hurt to say.

She fumbles a bit with the glass in her hand, staring down at it as though she were looking for the answer to your question in the transparent liquid that it contained.

“Well, yeah,” she admits. “I know I should really keep it professional, considering how long we’ve been working together and how much I rely on him at work, but… I dunno. I dunno what to make of it, that’s all. I just wish he’d call me or something, get it over with, one way or another. Was kind of hoping he’d ask me out over the holidays, but nothing.”

“Ah,” you admit. “Maybe he’s just not into girls that aren’t hot enough to be invited to  Inbetween-Christmas-And-New-Year’s parties,” you tease. “I wouldn’t be either, to be honest.”

Tzuyu smirks and gives you a playful swat on the arm, the smirk turning into a warm smile. “Thanks for coming over,” she says, softly. “I need this.”

“I mean, I had to leave an above average Inbetween-Christmas-and-New-Year’s party because my moderately attractive friend across town needs my dick in her so she can get over some guy at work, but sure, I guess I kinda need it too.”

Tzuyu giggles - a soft, musical sound you never tired of hearing. 

She locks eyes with you for a moment, and in that split second you feel disarmed, as though she sees right through you, right through the humor and sarcasm and other defenses you’d put up to keep her from seeing the real you. You worry, for a moment, that she sees right through your sarcastic, aloof facade you forced yourself to wear lest she see how you really felt about her.

The moment is fleeting, though, and after she takes your glass of water and places it on the coffee table next to hers, the look you find in her eyes is altogether different. There’s hunger there now, and need.

She pulls you to your feet, wraps her arms around your neck, and your heart stops beating for a moment when your lips touch. 

Gentle, soft at first, as it always was, because despite being friends with benefits for a year or so and friends for much longer you both never quite got over that initial awkwardness, those odd, clumsy moments when you both knew what you wanted but weren’t quite sure how to go about initiating the process to get it.

You liked to think it was because you were both hopeless romantics at heart, and something within you both thought that sex without the feelings was beneath you, was something only indulged in by desperate single people who couldn’t get into a relationship to save their lives. Perhaps it was because neither of you wanted to be the one to admit, at least on the outside, that this was just for pleasure, that you were using a friend for an orgasm or two and that was it, end of story, we now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

But the feeling quickly fades amidst the feel of another body pressed to yours, and soon the kiss becomes heated. Tongues dance, mouths open, your lips crush against each other. Your hands roam - yours around that tiny waist of hers, hers around your neck, fingers furrowing into the hair at the back of your neck. You pull her against you and her body molds to yours, warm and soft and pliant.

You break the kiss, eager to have more of her, your heart pounding now, so loud you fear she might hear it pounding out of your chest. She gasps as you dive into her neck, her hands weaving further into your hair, nails digging into your scalp. She tilts her head to the side, gives more of herself to you.

“Fuck,” she hisses, between gritted teeth. “Fuck. Need this.”

You devour her neck, finding and fixating on those sensitive spots where you knew she loved to be kissed. Your hands slide up her back and cup her ass and you’re thankful again that she decided to wear such a flimsy outfit that did little to hide the wonders of her body. 

She pulls away for a moment to pull her shirt up and over her head and she’s topless now, her hands working on your own clothes and divesting you of your button-up and t-shirt you wore beneath it. You come together again and the thrill of her soft, warm breasts pressing against your chest takes the breath away from your mouth for a moment, even as she covers your newly breathless lips with a kiss. The stiff peaks of her nipples press against you, tight and needy, sending a shiver up your spine.

You reach down, pick her up with your hands beneath her ass - and she giggles again as you carry her toward her bedroom. Her legs wrap themselves around your waist, her arms around your neck, but she weighs nothing against the need for her that gives you all the strength you need. She’s smiling and laughing and she’s everything you could ever want, right there in your arms.

She’s yours, and she’s not.

You drop her onto her bed, where her landing gives those small, perfect breasts of hers a delightful looking bounce. Your eyes find hers and for a moment, a split second, you’re afraid again - that she can see right through you, find the way you really feel about her beyond the hunger and lust and need. 

Because Chou Tzuyu is perfect - when she’s topless on her bed, lips slightly parted, eyes hooded, yes - but she was also perfect when you met her in your senior-level psychology lecture, perfect when you helped her move into this very apartment, perfect when you went out for dinner after she landed her first big job in her field; the very same one where she’d meet the guy she was apparently so very into, the same guy you most decidedly were not, the same guy you were apparently a substitute for on a lonely Friday night.

You need her - that perfect, tight body, the wide hips and full thighs, the round, perky breasts and the beautiful smile - but in ways beyond the physical. You need her beyond lonely weeknights and 2am weekend hookups. You need her for Sunday mornings at the grocery store where you both plan your lunches for the week, you need her for vacations in Fukuoka and Amsterdam and Vancouver. You need her for random, candid photos on your phone during a coffee date where she believes, ridiculously, that she were anything less than perfect in your eyes.

But she’s not yours - at least, not in the way you would like. She’s half-naked on her bed and you’re between her spread thighs and she’s looking at you like she wants to devour you whole and somehow, someway, that’s not enough. It would never be enough. But it’s all you have. It’s all she can give you.

You bend to kiss her, and being past that clumsy, awkward initial phase, the kiss is heated, passionate. It’s also a short one, because the rest of her body beckoned, and you didn’t possess the patience or self-control to deny yourself what was yours to take. You indulge in the delights of Chou Tzuyu’s body because it’s a distraction from the feelings that you fear might take over if you indulge them, if you let yourself dream about what your life would be like if she weren’t just a friend, weren’t just a Friday night fuck.

You kiss a path down her neck, to her sharp, prominent collarbones, each soft peck eliciting a little gasp or hiss from her lips. When you reach her breasts she’s practically begging, back arched off the mattress, desperate to have your mouth on her. She loved having your hands on her small mounds, your lips locked over her nipples, licking and sucking. Smaller boobs are more sensitive, she’d said once, only half-jokingly, and you never forgot it.

You give her what she wants - what you both want. Your mouth latches on to one breast, lips closing over her tight nipple and sucking, licking, lightly biting.

Tzuyu moans - a long, languid sound of pleasure, her loudest of the night. You never tired of hearing the pleasure leaving her lips in long, wordless drawls. It was like music. It was a song that only she knew the lyrics to, that she performed only for you, and you never tired of hearing it play.

Your mouth and hand swap, your lips latching tightly to her other nipple while you squeeze the other one with an open palm, relishing the feel of the soft flesh beneath your fingers. 

You spend a little longer on her right breast, because you knew it was somehow more sensitive than the other one - just another of those small things you knew about her body that no one else did. Another fact about Chou Tzuyu that belonged just to you, that you held tight against your chest and treasured greedily. You loved knowing that you knew things about her body no one else did. 

You loved knowing that you were the only one who knew these dirty, filthy little things about her, and that you were the only man on earth she trusted with them. The thought of sharing that knowledge with another man - or even worse, of losing access to it altogether, having it taken away from you by some random asshole who didn’t know these things, hadn’t worked to learn them - made you feel something dark and upsetting, something between fear and anger.

Tzuyu is a moaning and sighing mess now, her legs wrapped around your lower back, her own back arching up and off the mattress in an attempt to offer more of her body to you. Her nails dig little spikes of pain into your scalp with each suckle you draw from her nipple. Her thighs part even further and you feel the warmth between them pressing against your belly, even through the green shorts riding up her hips. She moans and writhes beneath you and if you’d spent the rest of the night with her breasts in your mouth and under your palms you would’ve been satisfied with that alone.

But she has other ideas - wants more, craves more. The fingers she’s woven into your hair push you downward. You release her stiffened nipple from between your lips with a pop, gazing up momentarily to find her looking back at you, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded, a sigh on her lips. Their corners perk up in a barely noticeable, shy little smile.

Her tongue darts out, moistens her full pink lips, and you catch the unspoken request.

You bend your head again, returning your lips to her skin, starting a trail down her flat stomach, taking care to press a soft kiss on that cute belly button of hers. You open your eyes to watch her abs flex with every movement, delighting in the sight and feel of the tight muscle beneath the perfect, creamy skin. Hers was a body she’d spent many long hours in the gym and pilates studio for, and you were more than happy to make sure she knew how worth it it all was.

You reach her shorts, eventually - the flimsy strip of soft green cotton that was just barely enough to provide her with some measure of modesty. You take a moment to admire the way they sat on her hips, the way her full, flushed thighs look spread beneath them. She squirms under your gaze, her hips searching for friction, begging you to get them off her.

Your patience outlasts hers, because she’s the one to reach for the buttons keeping the shorts closed. You consider stopping her and undoing the buttons yourself, but there is a part of you that needs to see her undress herself for you, needs to watch her reveal her most intimate parts to you and you alone.

Thin, dainty fingers make quick work of the button, and she raises her hips, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and pulling them off her hips. You make way as she pulls the shorts off the long, endless length of her legs. She tosses them aside, over the side of the bed, where for all intents and purposes they cease to exist.

Her thighs remain tight together for a moment, only a few moments - and in those seconds her eyes are locked on yours, capturing and holding every ounce of your attention. Her thighs part, her legs spread and allow you back between them, but your eyes hold her gaze regardless. Her eyes tell you she wants you to relish the way she looks, naked and vulnerable, her body spread and laid out for you to take, to make yours for the rest of the night.

“Fuck, Tzuyu,” you mumble, unable to really say anything more than her name.

She smirks, those wonderful lips of hers curling into a smile. Without further word she grasps your skull with her palms and gently pushes you down towards her waiting pussy.

Her cunt is beautiful, like the rest of her - flushed and pink and glistening in the soft light of her bedroom, the insides of her thighs already moist with her juices. You bend down and give her a long, slow lick from the base of her opening to the top. The taste of her floods your palette just as the sound of the gasp that leaves her lungs fills your ears - a sound that is quickly muffled by the closing of her warm, moist thighs around your cheeks and face.

You do it again, give her another lick from bottom to top, then a third. You swirl her juices around on your tongue, relishing the taste of her. She’s squirming now, writhing, waiting for you to really commit to pleasuring her, her back arching and her nails digging more incessantly into your scalp.

You take a glance up at her - a viewpoint that you were truly blessed to bear witness to - past the flat planes of her stomach, between her heaving breasts, and finally to her face, flushed and pink, lower lip tucked under teeth, eyes fixed on you. She does it again - communicates her need without words, telling you, begging you, to give her the pleasure she so desperately needed. 

And so you do, bending and closing your lips around the tender bud of her clit, your tongue darting out softly, gently, avoiding the sensitive nub and instead licking around it, tracing soft, slow circles around it, just the way you knew she liked. 

The wordless song that has been leaving her mouth all night hits a higher tone, another octave as you work her over with your tongue. Everything intensifies for Tzuyu - the pleasure coursing up her spine, the wetness between her legs, the volume of the moans leaving her mouth. Her head falls back, eyes shutting, mouth now permanently ajar.

It intensifies for you, too - the pinpricks of irritation her nails are digging into your scalp become painful nails, the wet warmth of her thighs closes ever more around your cheeks, and the slick wetness of her cunt increases, making your lips and chin slick. You continue to swirl your tongue around the tender flesh surrounding her clit, neither increasing nor decreasing in pace - simply maintaining your current one, knowing from experience what made her body work, what would give her the most pleasure.

Tzuyu becomes a mewling, quivering mess beneath your tongue. The moans and profanities leaving her lips continue unabated. She forces herself every now and then to open her eyes, glance down at the top of your head nestled between her spread legs, the mere sight of you there, in her most intimate area with your lips around her clit, enough to send yet another spike of pleasure up her spine and into her addled brain. 

“God, fuck, that feels so good,” she manages to gasp, her brain barely able to form recognizable words out of the stream of sounds leaving her mouth. “Fuck, keep going.”

You knew where exactly where she was, what level of pleasure she was experiencing - knowledge that was the product of many a night doing exactly this, pleasuring her just the way you were now. You knew that she was right there, dangling on the precipice, and that she needed just that one last nudge, one last push.

You slip your right hand from where it was wrapped around her thigh, sliding it beneath her, bringing your fingertips to her drenched opening. She gasps as she feels your fingertips at her thus far neglected entrance, knowing what it means, knowing what is about to come. You can almost feel her pussy writhe and ripple around your fingers, now a knuckle deep, urging you, begging you deeper.

“Please,” she gasps, and you oblige. You slide your index and middle fingers inside her, palm up, and the effect on her body is immediate. Her moans cut out, her entire body goes rigid for a moment, as though shocked by lightning. The silence left by the cessation of her moans leaves only the sound of her body writhing on the bed to fill your ears, along with the wet slickness of your fingers moving inside her.

Throughout it all your tongue is swirling around her clit, merciless, unwavering in its pace and depth and pressure. Your fingers are ones pushing her, upping stakes, sliding slowly deeper inside her slickness, curling upward, searching, finding, then teasing.

It takes only a few seconds of your fingertips grazing that most sensitive part of her before Tzuyu orgasms, taking herself by surprise almost as it did you. Her world explodes, her body goes stiff, her eyes shut and for a few wonderful moments all she sees is stars.

You almost have to fight to hold her down with your free hand flat on her tense belly lest your mouth lose contact with her spasming cunt. You fight to keep your tongue and fingers moving, if at a slightly slower pace, letting her ride it out, letting her feel and relish every second of the pleasure coursing its way through every fibre of her being. She’s quiet through it all, mouth frozen in a silent scream, which was rare - she was usually one to announce and talk through her pleasure, but here she was, rendered unable to even moan.

“Fucking hell,” she spits, sometime later when she is able to form words again. Her body is suddenly boneless and sinking into the mattress, utterly drained. Her thighs finally loosen around your head, much to your chagrin, because you’d grown fond of the sticky warmth you’d found between them.

She pulls your face up toward her, and you delight in the tour you’re given of her breathless, sweaty body beneath you as you crawl up the bed until you’re face-to-face. When you reach her lips she captures yours in a tight, passionate kiss, her tongue finding yours and tasting herself on its surface.

“I need you now,” she hisses, eyes boring into yours. You need her too. You always have, truth be told, but perhaps not in the same ways that she needed you. You want to say something, lying here, inches from her face, her eyes needy and vulnerable. But the words never come. The moment passes.

Before you can react any further her hands slide from your head to your shoulders, where she gives you a gentle push onto your back on the bed. She rolls atop you, straddling your hips.

There’s a coy smile on her lips as she undoes the belt at your waist before undoing the button and fly of your jeans and pulling them down your hips. She lets out a soft giggle as you raise your hips and pull the clothes off your legs as though they were on fire. This is all a game to her, a release, a fun, if momentary, distraction. The realization of that stings a little, somewhere deep inside you, where she can’t see the hurt she’s caused to you.

When you’re finally as naked as she is, she straddles you again. Your eyes find hers, as they always did, drawn to them, magnetically, as though you could always find what you needed in them. The small moment of levity and amusement she gained from watching you desperately undress disappears, replaced again by need and desire. 

Her tongue slips out between her lips when she gazes down and sees your cock, hard and aching. Her hand reaches out to grasp it and you feel the air rush out of your lungs at this first intimate contact. She brings your tip to her entrance, dragging the head up and down through her lips, lathering it with her slick juices.

You want to say something, want to tell her how utterly captivating she looks on your lap, your cock at her entrance; you want to tell her how much you wish you were about to fuck your girlfriend or your wife and not just a friend; you want to tell her how the very thought of another man being where you are, right now, upsets you more than you had any right to be.

The moment passes - again. You slide inside her, and suddenly words don’t exist any more.

The sight of Chou Tzuyu impaled hilt-deep on your cock is like nothing else you’ve ever experienced, like nothing else you ever will. She’s feminine perfection, right here, on you, wrapped around you. 

Her head is tilted back, mouth open in a silent moan, eyes shut, brow furrowed, as though deep in concentration. Her breasts are perfect and round and her nipples taut. Her abs flex - defined, toned. And her thighs - perfect, full, flushed. She’s more than you can take. She’s more than you can keep.

It’s a feeling that is only intensified when she begins to move, begins to use those strong, firm thighs and hips of hers to move herself up and down your cock, slowly, with soft, measured movements. She lets herself get used to you, get used to that delicious stretch of you inside her. It’s painful, in a way, how slowly she’s moving - it takes more self-control than you’d care to admit not to just hold her hips down and piston into the wonderful slickness of her cunt.

But hurting her was the last thing you wanted. If only she’d known how much she was hurting you. You wonder if she would stop if she knew. You wonder if she would even care.

Eventually she ups her pace as her body molds itself around you. She’s beginning to sigh and gasp now, mostly on the downstroke as your cock slides inside her, spreading her apart and stretching her out, sending shocks of pleasure throughout both your bodies with each entry. Your hands are firm on her hips, resisting for now the temptation to reach up and play with her softly bouncing breasts, or pull her back down onto your cock with more force. You’re content, feeling her, watching her take her pleasure from you.

Watching her use you.

Tzuyu feels your eyes on her, roaming her body, drinking in the sight of her. One hand reaches up to her breasts, capturing one, teasing the taut nipple for a moment with long, dainty fingertips, giving you a show. Eventually she brings both her hands to her scalp, gathering her hair, pulling it above her head and holding it there. She’s a vision, then and there - her hands above her head, back arching, breasts bouncing wildly as she continues to ride you.

“Jesus, Tzuyu,” you spit, the profanities tumbling from your mouth before you even knew you were speaking them. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

She lets her hair fall from the top of her head in a chocolate waterfall. Her hands cup her own breasts, fingertips playing with her aching nipples.

“You like me like this, baby?” she hisses, a question she knows the answer to. “You like me like this, bouncing on your cock, all tight and wet for you?”

“Fuck, yes, Tzuyu, fuck.”

Her lips curl into a wicked smile, before her lower lip curls under a perfect white tooth. She lets something deep and guttural escape her throat behind her bitten lip.

She bends over you, hands on either side of your head, hair framing a face twisted in pleasure.

She ups her pace, riding you fiercely now, hips slamming down onto yours at a pace that is almost violent. Your hands grasp her thighs, fingers clawing into the soft flesh, feeling the muscles beneath them work to throw their owner against you over and over and over.

“Fuck me,” she snaps, and you oblige.

You thrust upward to meet her, timing each movement of your hips to match with the downstroke of hers, and soon you are slamming your bodies against each other at a merciless pace.

Tzuyu shrieks - loud, sharp. She swears and spits and she’s becoming a loud, mewling mess atop you, but throughout it all she manages to keep riding you, keep bouncing that perfect body of hers atop your cock. Her cunt pulsates, squeezes you like a velvet glove. She’s so wet, leaking with so much arousal, that every slamming of your hips against each other is muffled by the wet stickiness that has coated much of your lower bodies.

“Oh god, oh god, I-” she begins, each word punctuated with a thrust of your cock into her cunt. “Oh fuck, I, so good-”

You watch her, watch that perfect face of hers twist in pleasure, watch as that perfect body of hers takes your cock. Your brow furrows and your hips burn with the effort but you feel none of the fatigue, none of the weariness of the physical effort. All that matters is her pleasure. All that matters is making sure she-

“Cumming-” she hisses, just barely before she does. 

Her eyes shut, body stiffens, just as it did when she came on your mouth - and her cunt tightens wonderfully around your cock, pulsating, squeezing. You bury yourself inside her to the hilt, wanting to feel every second of her orgasming around you. You can feel the shocks of pleasure radiating from her, reaching her limbs, flooding her brain with sensation. 

When she remembers to breathe she lets out a long, drawn out breath. Her arms, shaky, finally give way and she collapses atop you, head next to yours. For a few long seconds she does nothing but breathe heavily against you, the gasps and sighs that leave her mouth loud against your ear. Your hands roam her sweat-slick back, fingertips tracing a path down her spine and pulling a soft sigh from her tired lips.

“God,” she says into your ear. “Fuck, that was so good, baby.”

You loved and hated when she called you that. It was a pet name for lovers - and she only used it during sex. She only ever called you by your first name anywhere outside the bedroom. Another reminder of the boundaries. Of the limits.

“You feel amazing, Tzuyu,” you say, truthfully. Her cunt is still pulsating softly around your painfully stiff cock as the last waves of her orgasm leave her body. The warm slickness of her around you made a pleasant distraction from your emotions. Pleasant, but not easy.

You feel her lips curl into that sly smile of hers again against your cheek. She plants a few kisses under your ear, tracing a path along your jaw, until she finds your lips. Her hips begin to move again, side to side - not taking you in and out of her body, but just moving you around, swirling your stiffness inside her.

“Your turn, baby,” she whispers, half-lidded eyes locked on yours. “How do you want to cum in me?”

You’d had her in every position imaginable over the time you’ve been fuck buddies. But you always enjoyed one of them more than the others.

“Want you from behind-” you begin. “-Tzu.” you finish, resisting the temptation to call her ‘baby.’ Some small, bitter part of you felt she didn’t deserve to be called that, not if she was going to tease you, hurt you with its use, make a weapon out of it that she wielded carelessly, inconsiderately.

Thankfully, she doesn’t notice your momentary hesitation - maybe she was still recovering from the high of her orgasm, or maybe she was too focused on gyrating her hips around the stiffness still hilt-deep inside her.

“Alright, baby,” she says, again, the word stinging even if it was laced with the sweet honey of her voice. The smile on her lips is proof of how oblivious she is to the damage she wreaks with each wreckless use of it. 

You didn’t blame her. How could you? How could you expect someone to know what you felt internally when you continually denied it externally?

You’d promised each other, when you first started this little arrangement, that you’d put an end to it if either of you found yourselves with anything even remotely resembling feelings for the other. But how could you end it, when you’re in her bed and you’re both naked and she’s wet and ready and on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder at you, slick pink lips opening to say-

“Come take me, then.”

A stronger man would have ended this a long time ago. You were not that man, not today. You doubted there were many men in the world with that level of strength.

You bring yourself behind her, admiring the sight of her - perfect, as she always was, perfect in every sense of the world. She’s creamy skin and a tiny waist and those hips and thighs, my god, those hips and thighs. She’s there and wet and ready and wanting and who could say no?

You bring your tip to her opening, parting her lips with your head, swirling it, swiping it up and down her slick flesh, sending a shiver of pleasure into both of your bodies. She sighs and her back arches delightfully, the dip of her spine sharp and prominent in the low light of her bedroom. She mewls and sighs, her hips pushing back against you, needy, wanting.

“Fuck, baby, come on,” she sighs, she begs. 

You loved her voice, soft and light, like silk spun into air - but you loved it most when it was begging, needy.

Her hips continue to push against you, the round cheeks of her ass pressing against you, trying to pull you inside her herself. “Please,” she continues, airy and breathless. “Put it in me. Don’t you want my pussy? Don’t you want me?”

You did. You wanted her, but in more ways than this. Chou Tzuyu is on her hands and knees in front of you and she’s dripping wet and begging and somehow it’s not enough.

One of her hands slides down her body, and her fingertips part the slick lips of her pussy. She’s glistening and pink and pure distilled need, right there, right here, ready for you to take. 

And she doesn’t give a damn about your feelings, is blissfully oblivious to everything but the emptiness between her legs. All she wants is a fuck. That’s it. That’s all you are. You’re everything and nothing, all at once.

“Look how empty I am without you inside me, baby. Come fill me up.”

You slide inside her - how could you not, after hearing that? She’s so tight and hot and wet, and you forget, momentarily, everything other than the feel of her cunt wrapped around you.

You fuck her - hard, firm, your pace fuelled more than you would care to admit by a darkness inside you that you weren’t proud to admit to. Jealousy, of some man you’d never met, some man who made her feel like you never could? Anger, at her, for not seeing how you felt about her, how amazing you could be together?

Whatever it was, it was ugly and came from a dark place, and you didn’t want to acknowledge it. But you fuck Chou Tzuyu with it running through your veins - fast, hard. And she sighs and moans and thinks you’re just especially turned on today, want a harder fuck than usual. She doesn’t know any better. Doesn’t know that you’re using her body the way you are, as an outlet for your frustration and anger as much as an outlet for your pleasure.

You reach forward, running your fingers through her hair with a surprising gentleness, even as your cock hammers in and out of her body, rocking it, pounding her.

Then your fingers close, pull. She yelps, gasps.

Her spine arcs sharply backward as you pull backward on her hair. You use her hair like a leash, pulling back as you thrust forward. Tzuyu can do nothing but take it, her body given to you fully. The spasming and quivering of her cunt around you is evidence of her acceptance, her submission. 

Your hips slap wetly against her ass with each hard thrust you make into her tight, slick pussy. The bedroom fills with it - flesh hitting flesh, wordless sighs and moans that turn into begging, profanity, name calling - the lewd soundtrack of sex.

“Fuck, fuck,” Tzuyu manages, “You’re so fucking deep, fuck, more, fuck me more-”

You shut her up. The hand pulling her hair wraps around her scalp, pushes her face down onto the bed. You pin her down, your palm flat against the back of her neck and upper shoulders. Throughout it all you are fucking her, using her, just as she uses you, even if it’s for different reasons, with entirely different depths of emotion.

Her mouth muffled against the bed, she’s unable to say or do much more. And you prefer her this way, because every word she says - even the ones that spur you into fucking her harder, faster, deeper - will only make it harder to leave her when you’re done.

Not that you needed much motivation to fuck her the way she liked - hard, deep, but not wild or uncontrolled. You maintain your pace, enjoying the way her cunt squeezed and tightened rhythmically around you. Tzuyu knew how to communicate with her body, knew how to tell you exactly what she wanted without words.

You watch her beneath you, relished the sight of her helpless and unable to do much of anything but take your cock again and again. Her moans and sighs are muffled by the cotton of her bedsheets, but you heard enough of them to tell you you were hitting just the right spots inside her. She’s under you and she’s yours and you do your best to stay in the moment, enjoy the feeling of her wrapped around you.

You feel that feeling in your core, the telltale building of pleasure in your gut that heralds your impending orgasm, tells you to fuck her harder and deeper and bury your cum inside her. She must have felt it too, somehow, in the slightly more erratic rhythm of your thrusts, or the tighter grip of your palm against the back of her neck.

Tzuyu turns her head enough to clear her mouth of the bedsheets, despite your palm on the back of her neck.

“Fucking cum in me,” she hisses, “Please cum inside me. Make me yours.”

The perfect words, on any other night - but on this night they only hurt you. 

Because she isn’t yours, might never be. Tomorrow, she might be another man’s. Even as you thrust harder and harder and your orgasm comes closer and closer all you can think of is how empty this feels, how even if she’s under you and taking your cum she’s not what you want her to be, what you need her to be.

But for a moment, a fleeting, blissful moment, you forget all that. Your hand leaves the back of her neck to join the other one at her hips, pulling her hips back against yours as you crest your peak, burying yourself inside her and letting go.

She moans as she feels you pulse inside her, each movement of your cock signifying another rope of warm, thick cum that fills her thirsty, needy little cunt. You give her a few more short, sharp thrusts before you bury yourself inside her for the last time. She’s so fucking full of you that your juices begin to overflow from her stuffed pussy, around the lips still tightly wrapped around your shaft, down your balls and her flushed thighs.

Time freezes, becomes irrelevant, and for a few blessed minutes you forget everything about the way you feel about Chou Tzuyu.

When your senses return and your brain has recovered long enough to process thought, the first thing you’re aware of is her voice.

“Fuck,” she’s saying, “God, that was… god.” And then she’s saying your name, and it makes you wince, as though hearing her say it caused you pain. 

You slip out of her, and she winces herself - although hers is borne of the emptiness you’ve left inside her and not out of any deeper emotion. She makes no effort to get off her hands and knees, staying frozen there, her ass in the air like some lewd testament to the sinful acts you’ve just committed. You watch, absent-mindedly, as your cum drips from her well-fucked cunt, down her thighs, staining her bed.

Eventually she falls onto her side, facing you. You’re sitting there, on your knees on the bed, watching her. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are glassy. She’s so perfect, so desirable - and you curse yourself for the millionth time that night that you lacked both the wisdom to find the words to say and the courage to say them.

But it doesn’t matter, because you’re not the guy she wants, not the one she’s waiting for a call from. And that’s when it hits you, dark and ugly and painful - you wonder if she were pretending you were him this whole time, pretending it was his cock fucking her, making her cum, cumming in her, using you like some fucktoy replacement for the real thing.

You turn away from her, as though the very sight of her were somehow painful to you, despite the fogginess of your post-orgasm haze. Before you know it, you’re climbing off the bed, finding your pants on the floor, throwing them on.

“Are you-?” she begins, her words soft as you find your t-shirt and button-up, throwing them on.

“I, uh, I have to get back to the party,” you stammer, hoping she would buy your flimsy excuse for an exit. But you had to leave, had to do anything to get out of that room. The thought of losing her, the thought of this being your last time together - it hurt, it was too much, and every fibre of you screamed to get away from it.

“Oh,” she says, softly. You turn to find that she’s sitting up on the bed now, her arms wrapping around her knees.

“There’s, uh, my friend, he, he introduced me to this girl,” you mumble, fabricating a story, trying to come up with some way to hurt her, just as she’s hurt you. “I told her I’d, uh, get back to the party. She likes me, I think,” you add, the words tasting like ashes in your mouth.

“Right,” she says, surprise and something else in her low voice. Her knees come up closer to her chest. “So, um, hey, about that guy-”

“Good luck with him,” you spit, cutting her off, afraid of what you might hear if you let her continue. “Uh, let me know how it goes.”

There’s a short silence, one that drags on for longer than you’d like. You don’t look up at her, unable to muster the courage to do so. You fumble with your shirt buttons, fingers numb.

“Sure,” she says, finally. “I… I think I’m going to call him tomorrow.”

“Right. I, uh, I should go. I’ll. Uh. I’ll talk to you later,” you say, as you turn towards her bedroom door.

You think you hear her say something, a couple of words.

Your eyes finally look up at her, but she’s looking away. You look for confirmation on her face, but she’s turned away from you, and her expression is unreadable. She suddenly looks small and vulnerable.

“Did- did you say something, Tzuyu?”

“Nothing,” she says, a hand pressed against the side of her face, her eyes shut, as though she were suddenly fighting a headache. But just as quickly it appears, it’s gone, and Tzuyu manages a weak smile, even if there’s no happiness or mirth in her eyes. “It’s nothing. Be safe getting back to the party, okay? And don’t forget your jacket - it’s cold outside. Let me know when you get there.”

“I, I will, Tzuyu,” you say, words shaky, unsure. “See ya.”

You leave her, leave her hot, stifling apartment.

The night is cold.

Author’s Note: High five to you if you guess what she said.

[itsmattchou]

are you into typology? 🫣

more or less, yes! :D currently not as much, but like a year ago i was into it and tried researching as much as i could (i only understood like half of i was reading though-)

i tried figuring out stuff like mbti, and uh i frogot what everything else was called but stuff like 2w3 and allat. it was kind of hard for me because i have a really bad sense of myself??? if you understand what i mean??? like i know who i am but at the same time i don't?? it's hella weird not gonna lie

but yeah! now that you've mentioned it i might dive back in because as complicated as it may be, it's still a really interesting topic :)

[frankenbridez]

MATTEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO *falls 2 my knees* 💐💘✨💖💥💥💥

makes that loud ass howling basset hounds do 🔊🔊🔊

🌹🍓💋red draws for my @frankenbridez ໒꒰ྀི｡- ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

[smutoperator]

Debut Party

Chou Tzuyu (host), Park Jihyo, Kim Dahyun, Son Chaeyoung, Elkie Chong, Yeh Shuhua (guests) x A crew of BBCs*

Part 3 of 3 of Twice The Fun

Tags: anal, BBC, circle of debauchery, cumshot competition, (a bit of) double penetration, golden shower, endless creampies, filming, interracial, mating press, orgy, party, public sex, squirt shower, thighwanese

Word count: 6660

*This was a very hard fic to write, so to depict an orgy in a better way I decided to eventually drop the reader tag and write it fully in 3rd person. Hope you guys enjoy it

Tzuyu couldn't believe this was happening. After so many years, she was finally getting her solo debut. To celebrate, she decided to invite some friends in.

After her showcase was done, Tzuyu sent a few of her groupmates and her two best friends the location for the after party. Away from any crowds, she called a plethora of guys she had known over the years to celebrate with her. Well, a specific crew of guys.

The guys arrived in fancy sports cars, blasting loud music. It didn't take long for Tzuyu's friends to start getting wild. Shuhua was the first to shake ass, as some dude picked up his phone to film it. Right to her side, Chaeyoung was there with a guy running his hands in her ass, all that while Elkie filmed it.

However, one friend was still missing, and it was the one where the party couldn't keep going without. Tzuyu knew it and texted her. After all, Jihyo is like a mother to the Twice girls and a true beast at those parties: from her own solo debut to Nayeon's two solo releases, Jihyo was always present, and it should be no different for Tzuyu's.

"Now the party can truly begin," Tzuyu says as she hears Jihyo's car arriving. The guys let out a massive smile. They also knew the party couldn't begin without the big-tit powerhouse mother. The other girls also gather to see it. 

Jihyo comes out of the car. Her small yet muscular frame brings out much respect. Wearing a short and tight red dress that can barely fit into her thicc body and massive milkers, she salutes the guys and gets a hug from Dahyun.

"That red Ferrari is a nice car, but I wish it was Momo's pink Lamborghini," Tzuyu says to Jihyo. And the party begins for real. The debut girl takes the pants off an endowed guy and starts sucking his cock as he sits on Jihyo's car hood. Elkie takes her bra off, and another guy gropes her tits.

But of course, the first slut to get a cock in her fuckholes has to be the youngest one in the party. "Ahhhhh, oh my God," Shuhua moans as one of those guys lowers his pants and puts his big black cock in her pussy. And that's what they all have in common. This is an all-out BBC party, just like Tzuyu wanted it to be. It's always been her main fetish, and she'll make sure it's banger.

"OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS ARE HAVING SO MUCH FUN!" Tzuyu screams as the cocks start to find the girls holes. Next is Dahyun, her pale skin contrasting well with that dark chocolate-toned cock in her pussy as she gets her cheeks clapped while holding herself to the window of a sports car. So much for her being the conservative girl of Twice.

"OHHHHH, LET'S GO TZUYU," Elkie screams as it's the host's turn to get her pussy stretched out by a BBC. Her and Jihyo pick up their phones and start filming it. Tzuyu never thought this would happen, but she had both her group's leader and her best friend watching and enjoying her get-fucked.

Tzuyu's bare long legs and thicc thighs are a joy to watch, especially with a big cock pounding her and leading to a massive recoil. She smiles at Elkie as she lifts her black dress from the showcase just enough for her best friend to get the perfect angles of her insanely hot lower body. She didn't wear that dress for no reason; it was there for her to show the world what kind of cock she prefers. "OH FUCK, FUCK, AHHHHH," she moans, already taking a massive black cock balls deep in her pussy.

Tzuyu gets even more exibitionist, letting the dude lift one of her legs as he keeps pounding her cunt. "WOOOOOHOOOOO!" she screams, giving Elkie the perfect pictures to take with her long leg up in the air and a fat cock deep in her pussy.

"Damn, look at those big fat black cocks deep in those pale asses," Elkie says as she already finds two girls taking them anally, one to each side of the car: Dahyun and Shuhua. The two may have very different styles; one is very reserved, the other very outgoing, but both share the same passion for anal sex, and with cocks this big all over that party, it doesn't take long for them to experiment.

"Let's see what's happening in this car," Elkie keeps circling around the parking lot, this time finding Chaeyoung doing what she does best, sucking cocks. "HOLY FUCK, WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING?" a baffled Elkie asks, filming the little Twice girl taking a 9-inch BBC deep in her throat as if it were nothing and then slapping it in her face.

Elkie can't resist and joins Chaeyoung in sucking that cock, already very wet from all the spit the little girl left in it. But their fun is about to end soon, as police sirens are heard. They are coming to bust this party. It was good while it lasted. The guys and girls get in the car and flee the scene. Well, at least those two get a few more cocksucking while in high speeds because, why not?

It turns out Tzuyu herself had called the cops as a prank because she already had another place in mind to move the party to. A very spatious house with some moody light. Once again, Jihyo arrived last. She was a little disappointed that she couldn't even take one of those cocks, unlike the other girls. But as she climbed up the house's stairs, she was determined to change this.

"Are you ready to party?" Dahyun asks her, greeting Jihyo at the door. "That's what I'm here for," she says. "Then, let's go," Dahyun replies as the two hold hands. On the middle of the dancefloor, Tzuyu, Chaeyoung, and Shuhua are already dancing, giving the guys naughty stares as they rub their bodies on each other, the host at the center towering over their short friends.

Elkie soon joins the trio, giving Shuhua a hot kiss that makes everybody go wild. Tzuyu decides to follow their lead, kissing Chaeyoung, and suddenly all four are sharing kisses with each other, to the disbelief of Jihyo and Dahyun. "They are so wild," Jihyo says to her groupmate.

But it's after returning from their bathroom break that Jihyo and Dahyun get to know how wild those girls truly are. They arrive back at the scene with Elkie already busy with three cocks, sucking on and jerking off the other two. Chaeyoung is on the couch getting her coochie eaten good while stroking another cock as she says hello to her groupmates. 

"I wish you could be there; these girls are sucking a lot of dick; I know you would love it," Jihyo says, sending a voice message to Nayeon. And she knows it better than anyone else, having watched her suck so many cocks at her solo comeback parties and still not feeling satisfied. 

"Holy fuck, this dick is so huge, it's bigger than my hand," Jihyo says, approaching one of the guys and touching his hard black boner. Elkie and Chaeyoung are having a good time, with the CLC girl getting all sloppy and sucking two cocks at the same time after Jihyo stole one for her. Chaeyoung is moaning and screaming as her pussy gushes and squirts all over one dude's face. "OH FUCK, YOU'RE EATING ME SO GOOD," she says.

"You wanna come join us?" Elkie asks Jihyo, who takes that guy's cock, sucking it before pulling the top of her dress down to show her big tits, wrapping them around his cock. Dahyun so far had just looked at the girls. Maybe that ass-fucking with Shuhua was a one-off thing, and she's back to being the good Christian girl of always. But that facade quickly disappears, as Dahyun joins Jihyo and both suck a lucky guy together.

On the opposite room, Shuhua doesn't want to waste anytime, stipping herself fully naked already as she has one cock in her pussy and another in her mouth. A nympho from a group of super whores, she never resists for a long time and always falls into the temptation of getting as many cocks inside her as possible. Her party animal is fully awake already as she gets a massive BBC bulging under her fit belly. 

"Oh wow, holy shit, that's so hot," Jihyo says as she walks towards the room and sooms right into Shuhua's pussy getting stretched out. The guy fucking Shuhua quickly notices that Jihyo is wearing nothing under her dress as her hairy bush comes under his site. "Damn, look at that," he says, feeling in heaven as she plays with Jihyo's meat cunt while pounding Shuhua's tight hole. "Damn, I need to try that pussy," he says, switching his cock from one hole to another while he lets his buddies have fun with Shuhua.

But amidst all that, you might be asking, Where is Tzuyu? The actual host of this sexy orgy. Well, it turns out she had found her perfect spot right at the bar, getting spit-roasted while she and her BBC friends emptied out all those beer bottles as they took turns stretching her out. Her tall, fit body is really made for the biggest cocks; she looks so amazing with her tanned skin while getting one massive black cock in her pussy, one in her mouth, and another in her hand.

"Yes, fuck, gulp, gulp, gulp," Tzuyu says as the guys go nice and gentle in her pussy. They know the party is long, and she will have a lot of time using her body tonight. They kiss her cock-filled mouth and treat her like a princess. "Is that the debut party you wanted to have?" one asks her. "Hell yeah, AHHHH," she answers, getting caught by surprise as one of them is the first to get his cock up her ass.

"Holy shit, yes," Tzuyu says as she starts getting anally pounded. "Enjoying all that dick, baby?" the guy asks. "Definitely," she says, giving him a sexy stare. "Keep fucking me right there, yes, yes," she says, as the guy with his cock in her mouth now chokes her.

Tzuyu picks up the pace, bobbing her head hard on both guys cocks as the one fucking her ass goes faster. "Fuck, I love taking those big black cocks deep in my throat. I love getting used like a fuckdoll and getting my ass stretched out. I'll never run away from taking the biggest cocks and having my hot body taken for your pleasure," she continues as she keeps getting passed around.

On the other hand, Elkie and Chaeyoung are having themselves a slutty sex competition. Tzuyu's best friend bends over and gets her pussy stretched out while shoving a massive cock down her throat, while Chaeyoung is getting leveled hard by another BBC. "Let me taste that cock," Chaeyoung says as she kisses Elkie's mouth before diving to take it. 

No problem, as Elkie quickly finds another guy to satisfy her needs. "Damn, it's so fucking throbbing; you really enjoyed my wet pussy," she says, slapping the cock that just fucked it in her face and bobs her head on it, while Chaeyoung gets spit-roasted behind her. "I LOVE YOUR COCK; IT'S SO FUCKING BIG," the CLC girl enthusiastically screams as she keeps sucking it.

"If you like it so much, let me fuck your face," the guy says, manhandling the beautiful Chinese visual and turning her into a sloppy mess as even a seasoned vocalist like her struggles to fit such a massive cock in her mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." Right beside these two, a big-tited girl is moaning hard as she climbs on top of the couch to get pounded. It took long enough, but Jihyo finally joined the fun. "You're so fucking deep in me; keep going, right there; fuck me with that big black dick," she says as she gets her pussy fucked.

But while Jihyo's guy is being gentle to her, the same can't be said about Dahyun's. There is really something about her that makes guys go hard every time they fuck her. Maybe it's her baby-making hips, her hourglass-shaped body, or just the fact that a well-endowed black cock inside such a pale girl looks so good, not to mention the amazing recoil of her ass when her cheeks get clapped hard.

"Fuck that ass, please, ahhhhh," Dahyun moans as the guy she was sucking in a spit-roast now moves into her backdoor. Right beside her, Jihyo is now the one getting spit-roasted and tasting Dahyun's pussy from the guy that was just inside her. The room gets louder as each girl is now getting fucked hard. Jihyo and Elkie taking doggystyle spit-roasting, Dahyun on a 1v1 anal, Chaeyoung getting her cunt impaled as she rides a huge BBC, and Shuhua getting her pussy pounded in a mating press at the pool table right at the next room.

Isolated from all this mess, Tzuyu brings one lucky guy to the bathroom and gets her pussy pounded as she sits on top of the sink. The dude grabs her long legs and goes hard on her, making her moan and scream as his cock hits her cervix hard and gets the party host close to reaching her orgasm. He slaps her ass and opens her legs, toying with Tzuyu. "OH YEAH," she moans.

It doesn't take long for other guys to find out where she is, with Tzuyu quickly getting passed around. "Slide that cock in my pussy," she says as another dude comes in. The guys slowly queue up to take turns at Tzuyu's tight fuckhole, one of them getting so eager he skips the queue altogether, kneeling on top of the sink and feeding his BBC for her to taste.

"OH GOD, FUCK!" Tzuyu screams as it seems like the next cock is always bigger than the previous one. Or maybe she's already that cock-drunk. But she's having a good time, squirting a lot as she's getting pounded and now surrounded with some guys also coming to rub her clit and pinch her nipples.

"THAT COCK IS SO FUCKING BIG," Elkie screams as a BBC finds his way into her ass. "Damn, that's so fucking hot," Chaeyoung says. "Can someone do that to me?" she asks, switching holes as she starts riding her guy anally. Close to them, Jihyo is completely dominated, her tits bouncing as one guy fucks her ass while the other sits on top of her to have his ass eaten and position his cock to fuck her massive bouncy honkers.

Shuhua may be getting fucked at the same position for a long while now, but it's probably having the naughtiest and raunchiest fuck session, with everybody around her completely nude with just their socks on as she gets passed around by multiple guys mating pressing her. "Who's gonna be the first to cum in this little pink Taiwanese pussy?" she challenges them, making them go feral as she plays a game with them. Each guy only has one minute to fuck her, but many go past their allotted time because her pussy is simply irresistible and her perky tits bouncing at each hard thurst only drives the guys crazier.

"WE HAVE A WINNER," Shuhua announces as soon as the first guy creampies her cunt. "And what do I get?" the dude asks. "To own me for the rest of the night," she answers. He quickly carries Shuhua, getting his cock instantly backing up and taking her to the center of the room. The guys slap her cute butt and love the bikini marks she still adorns from the time filming the Klaxon music video. Shuhua's nudeness contrasted with the other girls still being partially clothed, which was a huge turn on to them.

"OH MY GOD, YES, PLEASE FILL ME UP," Dahyun begs as she soon becomes the second girl to get black seeds pumped into her pussy. Indeed, the guys weren't gonna resist long enough with those breedable hips in front of them. "YES, BABY, FUCK THAT ASS, STRETCH IT OUT AND DRAIN YOUR BALLS IN IT, FUCKKKK," Chaeyoung right besides her begs, becoming the third girl in the party to get her filled up and the first to have black man's cream oozing out of her butthole.

"OH FUCK YES, PUT A BLACK BABY IN THAT WOMB," Elkie begs alongside her as she follows Shuhua's lead and gets inseminated on a mating press. After watching her friend getting filled up, Shuhua quickly goes into the center of the dancefloor, her nude body glowing as she gives up her ass for the first time since entering that house, and goes straight into a spit roasting session with the biggest cocks she can find. "Oh yes, baby, pound that ass," she says as the guy fucking it takes her all by himself and starts giving her a rough pounding in a standing doggy.

Mommy Jihyo finally takes her healthy dose of cum in her pussy as well. "That's right, baby, get me pregnant and make those tits even bigger," she says as cum oozes out of her pussy as she kisses Dahyun, who's already riding another dick on the couch and lubing it up with the cum inside her cunt, while the guy who just creampied Dahyun gives his flaccid cock for Jihyo to taste and quickly get it back up, making Jihyo bob her head on it while Dahyun orgasms and squirts in front of her.

Tzuyu finally joins the other five girls in the room. Now the party is finally complete. "Looks like you girls had a lot of fun without me," she says, arriving with the crew that was fucking her at the bathroom, completely naked and with one guy fucking her ass while lifting her legs and another pinching her nipples. She looks around and sees Jihyo and Dahyun doing a spit roast with the same cock in their mouths, Elkie and Chaeyoung competing to see who's the biggest screaming anal slut while spitting all over each other, and Shuhua on her knees with just her socks on flaunting her bikini mark and taking turns sucking 3 different cocks while sitting her ass on another one.

"Where were you, Tzuyu?" Elkie is the first to ask her. "Guess I was having lots of fun riding cocks in the bathroom; sorry for taking so long," the host replies, spreading her pussy full of cum to her best friend. "How many loads in there?" Elkie says. "Six already, and I want more," Tzuyu replies to her.

"I guess Shushu was really feeling the heat too," Tzuyu says, noting they are the two girls in the room that are wearing no clothes. Her black dress may have looked quite good in the showcase, but a body like hers needs to be shown in full display.

Tzuyu quickly picks another guy to bounce on, looking for more loads in her pussy. The other girls pick up the pace too, trying to compete with the host. But Tzuyu is just rocking her hips as if she's still performing her solo's choreography. Who would have guessed the once shy maknae of Twice would have evolved into a BCC slut, riding it like her life depends on it?

Elkie tries to match the speed of her best friend, taking a BBC of her own to bounce off it. Meanwhile, Chaeyoung is just happy to get anally stretched as hard as she can and pounded balls deep with a black guy's massive testicles hitting her squirting clit. Dahyun joins the riding party, making it 3 girls competing to see who can bounce the best on a BBC.

But as soon as they do, Tzuyu moves to a different challenge, picking Shuhua to compete with as the two duel to see who gets their asses fucked the hardest while standing in the center of the room. It's safe to say Tzuyu has literally a leg up on her fellow Taiwanese friend, getting quite exhibitionist as she lets her insanely thicc lower body absorb the crashing of a big black cock hitting her full speed deep in the ass.

Dahyun and Jihyo get carry-fucked as their baby-making hips and mommy-milkers are a fertile breeding ground, with another pair of guys cumming in their pussies as they finish inside them together. On the couch, Chaeyoung is getting her little tattooed body eviscerated on a mating press, screaming as she begs for cum in her pussy. "BREED ME DADDY, GIVE ME ALL THAT CUM, I WANT IT," she says and soon gets it.

"OH YES, JUST LIKE THAT, FILL ME UP, OH FUCK," Elkie screams right to the side. It seems like she really loves to follow, doing whatever Tzuyu does, getting one leg up as she gets a cock up her asshole. But once again, she arrives too late, as Tzuyu now sets her eyes in her unnies Jihyo and Dahyun, showcasing how well she can get carry-fucked and breeded, wrapping her hands on a muscular tattooed guy and milking his cock dry.

"I see you're fully naked too, Jihyo unnie," Tzuyu says, going in her direction as Jihyo now gets her ass stretched out with her knees on the couch's arm and her big tits bouncing, while Dahyun gets her laying her back on the top of it and getting fed Jihyo's pussy by the guy that came inside her just a minute ago. "I think we should take a little break; let all the guys get their cocks hard again and move to the upper floor; we already trashed these rooms a lot; what do you think?" Tzuyu says. "Sure," Jihyo answers. "Let's organize all the girls, get everybody naked, and move this orgy up a notch," Jihyo says.

But it's easier said than done. As Tzuyu, Jihyo, and Dahyun prepare to move themselves up, they find the other girls are having too much fun to go. Elkie is offering her pussy to every guy in her surroundings to cum inside it; meanwhile, Chaeyoung is locked in a full nelson and not satisfied with a big black cock deep in her ass, it letting guys take turns in her pussy and double penetrate her, while Shuhua cheeks are turning red already with so much standing doggy anal she has taken since joining that room. Even Tzuyu can't keep her promise, quickly finding out another guy to suck cock, even better when she can tell it tastes like Elkie's asshole.

"GIRLS, LET'S GO TO THE UPPER FLOOR!" Jihyo screams. It has to be the oldest one, the mother, who has to organize everything. After all, she knows how those orgies can get out of control. Every single one in which she participated, including the one for her own solo, had moments where it nearly got out of hand. But Jihyo always stays calm and composed and gets herself in control of the situation. Indeed, the only thing bigger than her commanding presence in a room is her tits.

Jihyo leads the way as one of the guys carries her upstairs and the other girls. "What should our beautiful Tzuyu do next?" she asks as soon as they get to the upper floor. "DP! DP! DP!" Chaeyoung starts to chant, many assuming because she had a few guys do that to her. But the other girls like the idea.

"DP! DP! DP! DP! DP!" The entire room is suddenly chanting, boys and girls. They know Tzuyu's amazing body is really fit to get stuffed with BBC at every end. Jihyo winks at Chaeyoung for keeping the DP circle tradition alive just like in every other Twice orgy. "The people have spoken; let's watch our debut girl getting double penetrated," Jihyo says. 

"Ready to take it airtight?" Jihyo asks Tzuyu. "Yes, unnie," Tzuyu answers, and shotly after the big black cocks start stuffing every single hole of hers. She sits her pussy in the first guy; seconds later, another guy puts his cock in her ass; finally, a third dude stuffs her mouth.

"I brought you the three biggest cocks in the party; now show me how well you can take it," Jihyo tells Tzuyu, who starts rocking her hips. Elkie takes a front row seat, grabbing her best friend's slim waist as she gets impaled by the trio of BBCs and resting her head on Tzuyu's butt. "OH YEAH, FUCK THAT ASS," she cheers for the guy right next to her that's stretching Tzuyu's butthole out.

The other girls position themselves on the edge of the circle as their holes get stuffed from behind while they watch Tzuyu go airtight. "Fuck that ass," Tzuyu says, but it gets muffled by the massive black cock in her mouth. Jihyo puts her tits on the face of the guy fucking Tzuyu's pussy while licking the balls of the guy fucking the host's mouth, while Elkie and the guy fucking Tzuyu's ass share kisses as she tries to lure him to give her the first taste of her best friend's anus, but also having some fun tasting the cocks of the guys taking turns fucking Dahyun's amazing hourglass body. Chaeyoung and Shuhua come from behind to rim the asses of the guys fucking Tzuyu while getting pounded themselves, as the circle of debauchery keeps going on.

"Bounce on that dick," the guy fucking Tzuyu's ass orders, while the one fucking her pussy spanks her thicc thighs. Tzuyu follows his instructions perfectly, shaking her hips as both cocks impale her thighwanese body. But the guys surprise her and start thursting hard. "FUCK ME!" she screams even with another cock in her mouth. Elkie spits on both cocks, lubing them so they get deeper and deeper in her best friend's fuckholes.

"OH GOD, YES, YES, YES, FUCK ME HARD," Tzuyu starts screaming as the cock in her mouth is pulled out. Her beautiful body is ready to be destroyed by the thickest pair of BBCs in the entire room. Elkie and Shuhua watch closely, rolling their eyes as their asses also get fucked, the three Chinese whores competing to see who can scream the loudest while getting impaled by the biggest black cocks.

"These cocks are so fucking hot stretching her like that," Shuhua says, feeling a little jealous of her friend getting double stuffed. "Fill me up, flood me with that cum," Tzuyu demands as both guys bust their nuts at the same time inside her, ending the DP session. She quickly climbs out to clean them off, but Elkie moves faster and gets to taste her best friend's pussy, while Tzuyu savors her own asshole.

While all eyes were on the debutant, Jihyo was having a lot of fun for herself, becoming the center of attention for the guys on the edge of the circle. She had started the orgy fairly slowly, being the last to arrive on both parties, but quickly ramped up the intensity once the girls got to the upper floor. Mommy Jihyo is indeed like fine wine; the more she ages, the better she gets. Some girls are strong starters, but Jihyo is a strong finisher; her endurance and stamina are truly unmatched. She could tell the other girls needed a little rest between each cock; meanwhile, she was taking them in quick succession without breaking a sweat, showcasing the power of her big tits and meaty, hairy pussy. After all, she isn't called God Jihyo for no reason.

Tzuyu knows she needs to go toe to toe with her very experienced unnie to rise up to the next level of slutiness. Dahyun, Chaeyoung, Elkie, and Shuhua are all very slutty. But when it comes to orgies, that's Jihyo's element. She's done quite legendary stuff in the past, including that time she took on 8 guys in her house by herself and killed them good until every single one of them drained his balls in her pussy. The two are now side by side, Tzuyu getting carry-fucked as she just left her DP session, while Jihyo gets her udders grope and bounce with a massive BBC in her cunt, ready to steal the maknae's thunder.

"OH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK," Jihyo repeats countless times without cracking a single time. Elkie enjoys the slow thursts of another guy while still feasting on Tzuyu's pussy. Dahyun gets flipped up for more breeding sessions as the guys compete to put a baby on her and turn her "baby-making hips" into something literal, while Chaeyoung and Shuhua call the guys to see who can gape their asses the hardest.

Tzuyu gets rocked in the edge of the circle, following Dahyun's lead as she tries to milk yet another guy. Dahyun is having the time of her life, getting bred while sucking Jihyo's lactating tits that are within reach of her. "FUCK ME, AHHHHH," Tzuyu screams as she rolls her eyes. To her right, Chaeyoung gets kink enjoying all the belly bulging BBCs can provide.

Tzuyu and Dahyun win this round with huge creampies in their pussies. But Jihyo stays strong, letting some guys now fuck her ass. "They can drain those guys now, but I'll come on top at the end, ahhhh," she says as a massive man meat gets deep in her asshole. "Right there, right there, right there," she repeats as the other five girls take breaks to savor their guys cocks and get their faces fucked.

Jihyo quickly becomes the center of attention as the orgy progresses, pushing her "daughter" Tzuyu to match her craziness. She flips around and gets pounded hard in a mating press, holding her bouncy boobs as the cocks keep stuffing her good. Tzuyu gravitates more towards Dahyun, as the two get side by side to get pounded doggystyle while getting spit-roasted.

"AH FUCK CUM INSIDE ME PLEASE," Jihyo begs as she gets mating pressed and sucks another cock along with it, clenching her walls as she fingers her clit to make another guy feed his load inside her. Elkie follows suit, shakes her hips up and down as her walls hit a guy shaft sideways and also makes him bust, with him complimenting her and giving Elkie a tap in her ass.

Shuhua gets a bed all by herself as she fills the sheets with squirt getting anally spit-roasted, the guy fucking her ass grabbing her right by the bikini mark. "FUCK GIVE ME GIVE ME GIVE ME MORE COCK," she screams as the guys fucking her face and anus compete to see who breaks this little fuckdoll harder. After some rough poundings, she then decides to just chill, taking one lucky guy to suck his cock while another one comes in and eats her gaped butthole and stretched pussy.

But Chaeyoung quickly joins her in the bed to take a well-deserved rest with some good sex. "Which hole?" the guy asks, putting her in a fetal position. "Whichever you want," she replies. He puts it in her ass. "Ahhhh, you want that ass, you naughty boy," she says with a big smile in her face, fingering her pussy and making it squirt as she gets fucked in the ass, even better as soon as she gets another cock to play with mouth. "Drown in those cocks," the guy fucking her ass says, as Chaeyoung takes it to the heart, sucking the other guy very sloppily and rubbing his cock all over her face and then moving down to eat his ass. "I love all those big black cocks, they are so fucking massive," Chaeyoung says, sticking her tongue out and licking the big shaft over her face.

Tzuyu remains in the circle and enjoys another great fuck, savoring the cock that came inside Jihyo's pussy while fingering her own cunt and getting plowed by another BBC. "That's so good; keep fucking me; drain your balls in my cunt" she moans. The dude picks up the pace, slamming his balls against Tzuyu's winking asshole. Right to her side, Dahyun also gets a dude slamming his balls on her clit while getting spit-roasted.

But Jihyo seems to remain with the upper hand over all of them, getting her cunt slammed as she softly moans and rubs another big bull between her tits. The girls have been fucking like animals for over 40 minutes now, allowing her long-run endurance to get more and more prominent. She just uses her tits to milk yet another guy, taking a massive load this time straight into her face, then licking his balls as a compliment while she gets on all fours to take on another guy, while Dahyun is right at her side bouncing her big ass on another BBC.

Away from the main action, Shuhua and Chaeyoung stay at the bed to have some great sex, the little tattooed girl getting her short body twisted and turned as she takes massive cocks up her cunt, while the (G)I-DLE maknae decides to test her twerking skills as she impales herself full of BBC. Elkie soon arrives, her phone filming Shuhua riding that cock. "I'm gonna send that to your groupmates," she says. "Bet they'll be very proud of me," Shuhua replies.

Elkie moves the camera, enjoying the shots both Shuhua and Chaeyoung provide—the little maknae riding dick while her fuck buddy sticks his finger up her anus, while Chaeng gets spooned hard by her partner while shoving another cock in her mouth. "Fuck my face," Shuhua says just as Elkie zooms the phone camera on her and watches another big fat cock bulge under her friend's slutty doll face, but she stays bouncing and sticking her tongue no matter how hard the cocks inside her.

"Yes, yes, yes, right there," Tzuyu moans as she gets her cheeks clapped hard while stroking another massive monster meat. Her rolling eyes turn red in the lenses of Elkie's camera, adding an extra effect that makes it look even rawer. "I need more cock; give it to me," she begs as the guys can't stop pounding her cunt and giving their congratulations for her debut.

Elkie lies in the circle as she films one of the guys eating her pussy. Behind her, Tzuyu, Dahyun, and Jihyo keep competing to see who gets their cheeks clapped the hardest, but this round Elkie beats all of them as she gets one horny guy to plow her Chinese pussy at full speed until he breeds it. 

"Oh yeah, fuck my ass, fuck my ass like that, make me cum on that fucking cock," Dahyun moans. She's just having a great night, truly enjoying all the cocks in her vicinity as the BBC lover that she is, having great orgasms, and getting multiple guys to breed her.

Jihyo rolls her eyes as she squirts a fountain right into the face of a guy eating her out. "My clit is throbbing so hard; I've taken so many cocks it's now doubled its size," she says as her cunt gets a good eating, which quickly turns into a good breeding, as the guy can't resist the smell of her mommy pussy and plows it until he leaves his seeds inside it.

On the other side of the circle, Tzuyu is perfectly bouncing her ass on another cock. What an evolution! Her groupmates and friends will remember the times she was reluctant to take cocks up her ass, but today anal sex is like breakfast to the thighwanese slut; she takes it every day, and the cocks going up her ass only get bigger and bigger.

Shuhua returns to the circle, handing Elkie's phone to a guy as she sucks his dick. "Send that to Yuqi," she tells him as he films her sucking his soul out while riding another guy with her ass. He does. "Why are you sending me this slutty stuff late at night, Elkie? I already know Shushu is a whore," Yuqi replies immediately. "Tzuyu's debut party? I wish I was there sucking that big black cock," she replies on the next message.

"Fuck my ass, FUCK, YES, AHHHHHHHH," Shuhua begs as the guy she was once on top of moves to fuck her in doggy at a hard speed. "Film this and send to Soyeon," she tells the guy she's sucking. "My baby Shushu is getting better each day at taking cock in the ass," she quickly replies shortly after seeing it.

"Let's get all in the circle and hold a cumshot competition," Jihyo says as she makes another guy finish inside her and proudly flaunts her big tits. All girls follow her lead and start the competition. "The rules are clear; pick a body part on the outside for the guys to cum at so we can count.

Tzuyu, the host, who also had just managed to have a BBC finish inside her pussy, picks her thicc thighs. Elkie and Chaeyoung their faces, Dahyun her midriff, Shuhua her back. Jihyo, of course, picks her mommy milkers.

Jihyo opens the score with a huge load in her tits, but Tzuyu quickly responds, milking another guy with her ass as he leaves his load in her buttcheeks and thighs, rubbing his cock all over it as she thanks him. "Give me more cum; I want more cum," Jihyo begs, as she's got another guy fucking her already.

Tzuyu takes the lead in the cumshot race, getting another guy to bust his load on her, while Dahyun scores her first point shortly after with a nice cumshot in her belly. Chaeyoung then gets her face glazed. The Twice girls are truly on a roll right now, licking the remnants that stay in the cock. "Oh yeah, baby," she says.

Elikie sucks a cock until it gives her a throatpie, putting herself on the scoreboard. Similarly for Shuhua. Chaeyoung gets a 2nd guy quickly nutting in her face, but it's going to be hard to beat Tzuyu today, as she gets a 3rd load and this time decides to bend the rules a little and get a facial of her own; after all, she's the host of the party and can do anything. Dahyun gets another one too, and Chaeyoung comes in to lick it as the two swap their loads, while Elkie and Jihyo come to lick the cum over Chaeyoung's face. Jihyo gets yet another huge load on her tits, but tonight she was topped by her students, showing how well they turned the Twice girls into big time sluts.

"Let's finish this night in a special way, with a tradition that every Twice girl debuting has partaking in," Jihyo says, putting Tzuyu on center stage. "All guys have cum so much and now need to clean their pipes. So, tell me, where do you want to do it?" she asks.

"ON TZUYU'S BEAUTIFUL HOT BODY," they say together.

"So, let's go. One. Two. Threee," Jihyo gives the command.

Bursts of piss come out of 12 different big black cocks, covering Tzuyu from head to toe and turning her into their personal urinal. She drinks what comes within range of her mouth, while no inch of her body is sparred.

"Looks like she needs some cleaning," Jihyo says, bringing the remaining five girls to squirt on top of Tzuyu. A cum dump, a piss dump, and now a squirt dump—Tzuyu got turned into everything. And Jihyo can tell she enjoyed it a lot, just like she and Nayeon did before.

"Happy debut day, Tzuyu," Jihyo says, raising the maknae's long arm as if she were proclaiming her tonight's winner.

"Thanks, unnie," Tzuyu says. What a journey it has been for her.

[pathologicalreid]

sweet talker | s.r.

in which french!reader gets caught using a special nickname for a particular genius

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: french. guys i don't speak french. bad french. bad flirting. but wholesome content all around. word count: 639 a/n: i do not speak french but this was a request and i live to serve the people of tumblr. if this offends the french i think that's just a risk i have to take.

Something about it felt like home. Not necessarily like the bullpen compared in the slightest to where you grew up, but the hustle and bustle of the BAU, while they were in the depths of a case, had the same feeling of a home.

As you rushed around the floor, placing files on desks and picking old ones up as you went, dropping soft thank you’s to the people in the office rounding the corner of Morgan’s desk, scooping his files from his desk and placing them in your own collection, “Merci, mon chou,” you thanked quickly.

Your co-worker smiled in response, “Anything for you, sweet talker,” he said, leaning back in his desk chair.

Scoffing, you shook your head. To Derek Morgan, anything said in French counted as sweet talking.

Balancing all of the files against your hip, you prepared to pick up the stack of papers on Spencer’s desk, but he stood up and gathered them in his own arms, “I’ll get them,” he offered. Although, it wasn’t much of an offer, seeing as he was already carrying his files.

It would be worse if you were to attempt to carry all of the files on your lonesome, so you decided to follow his lead to the file room.

Spencer was somewhat of a guiding light for you in the BAU. You considered yourself lucky to have been placed with a team that had two members who spoke French, which came in handy when you forgot certain English words, Emily and Spencer were usually there to save you.

Setting your files down on the spare table in the room, you started to organize them by which cabinet they went in as Spencer went ahead and returned his folders based on memory. “Do you think Morgan knows what you’re saying when you speak to him in French?”

Chuckling, you shook your head, “Non, mon cœur,” the words easily slipped out of your mouth. “I think Derek gave up on comprehending me the first week I joined the team,” you responded, checking the front and back of a file to make sure you were sorting it into the correct drawer.

“Yeah,” he agreed, “His English-to-French dictionary sits pretty untouched.” No one was of the mindset that you shouldn’t speak French at work, and you didn’t ask them to learn for you. Besides, work allowed you to strengthen your English skills.

Frowning at the same folder, you held the folder out to Spencer, “Do you know where this one goes?”

Accepting the folder from you, Spencer flipped through the first couple of pages before deftly slipping it into a drawer, “Sometimes I wish I could just know where things were, I’d never lose my car keys again.”

Spencer hummed in response, “I wish I spoke French like you.”

“Oh,” you said, “I think you speak French very well.”

Sliding another drawer shut, Spencer stepped over to a new one a few feet closer to you, “Thank you, but if I ever go to France, I’m taking you with me.”

You smiled to yourself at his proclamation, biting your tongue as the door swung open and Emily stepped in, “Hey, do you have that file on the Montana killer? I need it back.”

Spinning on your heel, you looked around for it, only to realize that it had already been put away, “Sorry,” you said, forgetting your proximity to Spencer as you stepped to the side.

He closed his drawer, “Pardonne moi, mon ange,” he said, grabbing a folder from your pile on the table and slipping out of the file room, “I still need this one.”

With Emily’s folder in your hand, you turned to look at your shell-shocked co-worker, “Did he...? And you two...?”

Thrusting the file in her direction, you looked at her with equally wide eyes, “Tais-toi.”