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twoshootsofvodka · 4 months ago

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Where Roses Bloom, Love Shall Blossom

Nana x Male Reader

length: 18k words

tags: fluff, smut, creampie, little bit of ass-play, L-bomb

A/N: This is my first ever smut or even fanfic, and I know there is a lot of room to improve, but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I may have used a few too many references/memes, so sorry in advance if it throws you off. It’s just kind of my style. I also self-inserted on occasion (like the whole premise of the story that came to me after watching this video), but I hope it’s not too disruptive. If you have any suggestions, critiques, or requests, my DMs and Asks are open. Other than that, happy birthday to Best Girl Nana, and thanks for reading or even sharing!

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[It's mid-April]

- We are all done, Sir! - Your makeup artist announces, after putting on the finishing touches.

- Thank you!

From the mirror in front, a more handsome version of you is staring back. He is the new favourite variety show host of the nation, who can make any of his guests laugh to tears, improvise in an instant when his partner slips up, and even outside set, is usually the heart of the party thanks to his easygoing and sensitive nature. He is the perfect media personality. So much so, that even you like to watch him from time to time.

But actually being him? It does get a bit overwhelming. The busy schedules, having to always be on your toes so you don't miss an opportunity to crack a joke, which is even harder, since you are still not completely fluent in Korean, and the constant smiling, even to guests you would rather not have. It's just a bit much. But obviously, you wouldn't change any of it. It’s a dream come true, really, getting to meet all these fantastic people in the industry.

- Is everything all right Sir?

The woman asks worriedly when she sees you lost in thought, fearing she messed something up.

- Of course! I'm just always surprised how you girls always manage to turn me actually handsome. I swear this isn't even a mirror, just a recording of me with filters on. You reply with a warm smile, waving her worries away.

- Hehe! Of course it's not Sir. And I didn't even add much makeup at all. Just a touch up really.

- In any way, you did a fantastic job. Thank you!

- Thank you Sir, and you're welcome.

You stand up, and read some news while you wait for further instructions. You haven't checked any of the previous episodes of this show, because you wanted to make your appearance authentic. You also wanted to figure out your partner during the chat, without narrowing the possibilities down.

The only prep you had to do was choosing a nickname (truly a gamer's worst nightmare), and getting a picture of yourself as a kid. It took mere hours to find a name that could lead your partner into guessing who you are without immediately giving it away, or even the fact that they are talking to a foreigner: The Little Prince.

After a bit, the director finally calls for you. As discussed, you put in the noise-cancelling earphones, queue up some of your latest favourite songs, and take a seat on the left side of the set. The playlist consists mostly of K-pop songs, since it's highly likely that your partner is an idol, and the songs might help you figure out their identity, if their song comes up at a good time.

They tell you to scan the QR code on the table in front of you, which opens the chat room. Your partner enters right after, and you read their name: Judy.

*First clue. They are most likely a girl. In which case, I should take the initiative.*

Having worked with over a hundred idols, you start to wonder whether you've met them already

Hello there!

ㅎㅎ Hello

*Second clue: probably doesn’t know prequel memes.*

Should we drop the honorifics?

Oh, so suddenly? Sure

*Third clue: presumably Korean.*

How are you?

I'm great! You?

Me too

*Maybe I should have prepared some questions at least. Not particularly in the mood to improvise.*

Thankfully you don't have to think much, as you see three little dots pop up, indicating that the person on the other end is typing.

I was wondering What's your favourite season?

You don't even need to think about this. Spring for sure Not even close

OMO Mine too The weather has been so nice lately

YES!!! And the colours And the smells And the bees And the birds I love it so much

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ I see I feel the same way I already think we will be good friends

I hope we will bee Sorry I had to sneak in at least one pun

Don't apologise for being funny!

Heh, thanks How about sunsets?

I love sunsets! Half my gallery is filled with pictures of sunsets

Saaame One day, I saw the sunset forty−four times! You know−− one loves the sunset, when one is so sad...

Oh But How?

Oh, that's just a quote From The Little Prince

Aaaah Your name! Have you read it many times?

Once every year for the past few years I like to see how much more I understand every time I read it With that I know how much I've changed since last year

Hmm Very sentimental Maybe But back to spring and sunsets I have a great place I visit in late spring It's a bit far out from the city, but the flowers and sunsets are more than worth it I can show you one time, if you're down

Sounds great! I also have a place I visit when I'm free I can take you there in return

Nice

*Should I also reveal my birthday? Eh, why the hell not.*

Maybe you can take me there for my birthday It's coming next month

I can But only if you take me to your place on my birthday

Sure When is that?

This month

I see Another spring child No wonder we're on the same wavelength

That's what I was about to say!

The conversation dies off for a bit, but before you have come up with a new topic, the tablet in front of you comes to the rescue.

"Send each other your screenshot of your homepage"

You first check your screen to make sure there isn't anything on it that's scandalous, or would give you away. After not finding anything needing to be removed, you send 'Judy' the picture. Hers arrives shortly after that. At first glance, it's nothing special. Solid black background, neatly ordered folders with english names that all end with a blue heart emoji.

*Maybe she likes blue?*

You have similar folders, all in English too, but there are some extras. Notably meditation and gaming. The background is different though, as it's a picture of your beloved furry companion.

I see you have Netflix downloaded What have you been watching lately?

Ah, yes Mostly American teen movies so I can improve my English Nice

*Yeah, def Korean.*

But I also watch a lot of animations and YouTube

Like what?

Mukbang, and Jangbbijju Also this (네가 빠진 세계 - fall for you)

She sends you the thumbnail of an unfamiliar show

Never seen this Maybe I will watch it later You should! The fantasy genre is interesting And the heroine is really pretty

*Judy is a girl, all right*

Yeah, Nana is really pretty

Right? You know her?

I do But I know every idol I've never met her though Have you?

No, but I'd love to She seems fun

Right, she does

There is short of silence before Judy sends a message

Is that your dog in the background? It's really cute

Yes he is! He's my best friend He's turning 10 this year

Oh, he's getting quite old

Yeah, but he's just as youthful as a puppy

Awww Good to hear And I see you meditate?

Yes My days can get pretty hectic It helps me stay relaxed and focused

Maybe I should try it

You should It’s pretty easy I can teach you the basics if you want

Thanks ^^ Are you an idol? Is that why you do it?

Noooo I can't dance at all And I sound like an untuned violin played by a 4 year old

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ There are some prodigies who can play well at that age

Sure, but not this one

And the gaming folder? You got games on your phone? 👀

ㅋㅋㅋㅋ I have a few to pass the time I mostly game on PC But certainly not as much as I used to

And what do you play?

Some League and Overwatch with friends I also picked up the new Zelda game recently

I love Nintendo games!

Yeah, they rarely miss The company's shit though Super greedy

*That's gonna get cut from the video*

O.O Are they?

Uhh yeah But let's not get into that What music have you been listening to?

She sends you a picture of her Spotify queue

Interesting Much less Korean than I thought And I only know a few of them

Send me yours

One sex *sec!!! I meant sec!

*Good grief...*

Hmmm I don't know any of these

Yeah I thought you wouldn't Not the genre a 'Judy' would listen to

*hmph* I'll let you know, my music taste is very diverse I bet not even the viewers know these songs

I'll take that bet What do I win?

A kiss

HUH?

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Just kidding I'm not sure yet

Okay... How about you buy me some tteokbokki if I win?

Deal And if I win, you'll get me dakbal!

Deal Let's shake on it

Okay But don't look!

Fine, I wont

You get up from your armchair, head to the edge of the wall, and put your hand past the corner. After waiting for a few seconds, you don't feel anything, and moving your hand around a bit doesn’t yield any success either. Then it hits, that your partner is probably Korean and female, so she is likely much shorter than you. Carefully lowering your hand, it finally finds hers. The hand jolts a little at the first contact, but grabs your hand quickly after.

It feels delicate: Small and smooth with fingers you can only describe as elegant. It's not just their shape and how they feel in your comparably larger hands, but also the amount of rings decorating them. On top of that, you bet her manicure matches the lavishness. The handshake barely lasts a second or two, then you get back to your seats.

Okay I know exactly who you are

How?

You're a princess!

Won't lie I feel quite fancy right now

Knew it! Extremely generous of you to let me touch your hand Your Highness

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Do our 'dates' still stand, Princess? Can you set aside time from your schedule to meet a lowly peasant like myself?

Aahhh, well Princesses need to relax too And your proposition seems suitable So yes, we shall go on these 'dates'

You honour me Princess

Okay, okay that's enough But do you really know who I am?

I have some guesses You're def a female idol And I'm pretty sure we haven't met yet Which I can't say about too many people Do you have any guesses about me?

If you didn't lie about not being an idol Then I have a few But I don't know which one of them have met a lot of idols So I'm not sure at all

Well, I never lie Just keep thinking You might not eve know me But that's fine

Whit that last message sent, the screen on the table lights up once again

“Send your childhood picture to your partner”

*Oh, right. The picture. If she knows me, this will help her a lot.*

This should help you a bit

Aaaah, cute Wait Are you a foreigner? Here's mine

Maybe... Awww That's really cute too

The screen instructs you again: “Draw each other in one minute”

*One minute? Not like it matters. I can't draw for shit.*

The 60 seconds go by like a minute in Africa, and your masterpiece is done. Kind of.

Sorry, I tried my best.

It's good! Much better than mine, that's for sure

You look at the picture for a bit, and download it before the connection is severed and you're kicked from the chat room. That signals the end of this section, so now all that’s left is to stand up, and meet this ‘Judy’.

*Okay, who is it?*

You stop the music, take out your earphones, and wait for the director's signal. When it arrives, you slowly, but confidently walk towards your partner's part of the studio. Once past the corner, you dramatically turn a 90 degree angle, and find yourself face to face with an angel. Or maybe it's a fairy? Or a nymph? Whatever she may be, it is not exactly human.

Her flawless fair skin is glistening in the studio's brilliant light, creating a picturesque contrast with her silky dark hair. It's neatly styled in a typical way: behind her ears, running down on her back one side, and on the other, resting on her front, bumping over her modest breasts. Your gaze moves further down, checking out her fuzzy two part dress, coloured in white and blue.

*Yep, blue is her favourite colour.*

The top stops just high enough over her pencil skirt, so that you can make out the tiniest bit of her midriff. You follow along her smooth legs, all the way to her feet, then quickly look back up. Her eyes meet yours, but not before catching a slightly mischievous smile form on her glossy lips.

*I guess she figured out who I was*

This all goes down in a mere second. It does have some benefits to have your brain running at FTL speed. After finishing the survey, you take a theatrical bow.

- Princess Nana.

She cracks up. Her laugh is just as magical as her whole being. You have heard it a handful times before, but never in person.

And boy, does it hit like a baseball bat live. You have had countless groups come to your variety show, but you can only gather up a single other idol with such a delightful laugh (Miss Song Yuqi).

*Man, I could listen to both of them for the rest of my life.*

You straighten back up, and take a step closer, at the same time as Nana. Your assumption of her height during the handshake was correct: she barely reaches up to your chin, but it plays to her advantage; makes her look even more adorable.

Her smile never faded, and now that she is right in front of you, you can see a glint of happiness and recognition in the vast, dark ocean of her eyes.

- It's you!

- It sure is.

- I knew it the moment I saw your baby picture.

- Ah yes, that was a dead giveaway.

- But I thought of you beforehand too.

- Oh, really?

- Yeah! I watched every episode of your show, and you did seem like we had a lot in common. Our conversation proves that.

- Yes, and thank you. - Feeling her boundless energy, and seeing her cute, perky personality, you can't help but smile along with her. - I can't believe this is the first time we meet in person.

- Right? I guess our schedules never aligned. But I'm really happy to meet you!

- As am I. - you cross your hands suddenly - But you lied to me!

- Huh? When?

- You said you've never met Nana.

She scratches the back of her head with an embarrassed chuckle. - Oh, right. Well I could argue that it's not a lie in a literal sense.

- Hmmm. I'll let it slide this time. But I have to warn you, I don't invite liars onto my show.

She gasps in a fake shock, and bows as she apologises. - I promise not to lie anymore! Please invite us to your show!

You laugh at her playfulness. - How could I say no to a princess? I'll make sure to have an episode set aside for you during your next comeback.

- Yay, thank you!

Her cuteness is almost overwhelming. The way she looks at you with those doe eyes, like you are her favourite person on this planet (which in reverse, might be true at this point). Her radiant smile, that emits such precious laughter, the sound of is more wondrous than Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Or the way she seems to cling onto your every word, as if you were Jesus preaching on the Mount of Beatitudes, and how she parrots your thoughts, just coated in that honeyed voice.

The director cuts into the meeting, and asks Nana to give them an interview about your chat. Yours will follow after. When you're both done, they tell you to take a selfie for the show. You oblige, but ask Nana to take it. The height difference doesn't even seem to be a problem. Rather she turns it into an advantage, and snaps a few nice pics. As the shooting comes to an end, you thank each other and the crew for everything, and before Nana could disappear into her room, you call out for her.

- Sorry, I don't intend to hold you up for long, I'm sure you have better things to do.

- Oh no, it's fine. What do you want?

- I just thought we could exchange numbers. Not for my show, that'll be done through our managers, but for our bet. Not sure how serious you were about it, but either way, I wouldn't mind taking you out for dinner. And I still need to take you to that spot on your birthday.

- Absolutely! And I'm completely serious about the bet. I don't just shake hands for nothing. My schedule is going to be hectic in March, but I'm sure I will be able to create some free time.

- Oh, if it's bothersome, we can go later too. Or earlier. Whatever works for you. I can get busy myself, but I always ask the groups to clear their schedules for the day before and after, so we all have some room if anything comes up.

- That's smart. Maybe I'll live with the opportunity.

- You totally should.

She hands you her phone, and you dial yours. She saves your contact as 'The Little Prince', while you save her as 'Princess Nana'.

- I guess that's all. Again, it was really nice to finally meet you. Hope to see you soon.

- You too! Can't wait for my free chicken feet!

You chuckle, and bow to say goodbye, which she politely returns. Before she could get out of sight, you decide to look behind your back to catch one final peek of this angel. She walks with such grace, but you can still see that playful attitude hidden beneath. Maybe it's the way she sways her hips. Or that cute little butt.

*I wonder if it's more like a soft pillow, or firm and fit from all the workout.*

You slap yourself softly, and turn your head back around.

*Idiot…*

Unbeknownst to you, just after you do this, Nana also looks above her shoulders, searching for you. She barely catches the last moment of your little act, but she knows. She knows, but she is doing the same, so she can't really judge you for it.

Your heart still pounds noticeably faster than usual after you've changed back into your comfy clothes. The little cramp in your stomach is not letting its presence be forgotten either.

*Fuckin’ hell. What am I, fourteen? *

You take a deep breath, drink a cup of water, and focus. Within a few minutes, your body finally listens to the brain, and settles down. You sigh in relief.

- That's better. … - But I need a drink.

You take your stuff, and head outside. On the street, you catch Nana one last time. You wave and smile at each other as her manager helps her get in their car. Yours is already waiting for you on the passenger side, tapping away on his phone, since you almost always drive yourself. You shove your things in the trunk, then hop into the driver seat.

- Took you long enough. - your manager blurts out without looking up.

- Yeah, sorry. Upset stomach.

He acknowledges your excuse with a grunt.

- Back to your place?

- Yeah. But I wanna stop at a convenience store for some alcohol.

- Huh? Was it that bad? You seemed to be having fun. - He finally looks up at you, with the smallest hint of concern on his face.

- Yeah, I may have enjoyed it a little too much.

- Hmm. I see. So that upset stomach?

He doesn't even need to say it, you both know what he means.

- Yerp. Fucking butterflies.

Again, he just scoffs. Your manager is the best you could ask for. Professionally. But as much as he helps you in your work, he helps as little with personal stuff. You know it's better that way. You're not paying him to be your therapist, but you would like him to lend you an ear from time to time.

- Whatever. I'll get drunk tonight, and lose some ranks in League with the boys.

- Hmm. Just don't get too drunk.

You fasten your seatbelt, start up the car, and zoom through the city to your first destination. You grab a few (more than a few) bottles of different flavoured soju, and some instant ramen. The cashier is a young dude, probably a uni student working part-time. He realises who you are, so you chat for a bit. When he finally scans your items, you pay by cash, and leave him a hefty bonus, which he thanks profusely. You get back in the car, and drive to your manager's place to drop him off. From there, it’s only a few-minute drive to home.

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You struggle with the lock long enough that you hear your dog making a fuss inside.

- One second bud. I’m an alcoholic.

As soon as you open the door, he starts jumping up and down in excitement.

- Hello, you little rascal! - you greet him in a high pitched voice. - Have you been a good boy? - A rhetorical question to which the answer is (almost) always yes. You scratch behind his ears, and give him a treat, which he gobbles up in the blink of an eye.

- You will never guess who I've met today. - You start as you take off your shoes, and walk towards the kitchen to put the purchased beverages into the fridge. - It was my future wife! - you announce, posing with the exaggerated swagger of a black teen.

Bingley tilts his head in confusion.

- Yeah, I know. I’m cringe. But! I haven't felt like this since high school. And that was a whiiiile ago.

You step into the living room and settle on the sofa. Bingley waits for the signal of invitation before he joins you, and licks your hand to ask for pats which you happily provide.

- Honestly, I don't know how I should go about it. We hit it off well, and she seemed interested too. I mean she agreed to meet two more times. Plus once for my show, but that's different… For the first one, I will take her to our favourite place.

As you mention that, your companion perks up.

- Oh, sorry. I think you're going to have to stay behind. I want it to be just her and me.

Bingley’s head falls on your lap in defeat with a sad whine.

- Don't worry, I will take you there next week.

You take out your phone, and send tonight's plan to your friends. To pass the time, you decide to put on that new (well it was new like 3 months ago) Netflix show you haven't started yet for whatever reason. That, along with some takeout, is engaging enough to keep your mind off of today's events, all the way 'til the alarm rings in reminder for the games.

You gulp down a whole bottle of soju during your first game, and the next ones follow quickly after. The alcohol kicks in right as you're queueing up for the third game of the night. Senses dulled, reflexes slowed, vision blurry. Palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. Your teammates have been keeping up the pace with various types of spirits, turning every game from here on out into a clown fiesta. Muscle memory at least keeps them somewhat competitive, but no one really cares about winning. It's all about forgetting about the everyday struggles. The shitty bosses, the annoying exes, an unlucky puncture on the way to work, your baby puking on your favourite shirt, burnt food, the seemingly never ending house chores– falling head over heels for a girl you've only talked to for half an hour, of which only a few minutes were in person. Whatever. Everyone has their reasons. Meditating can only do so much. And it's nowhere near as fun as this.

The hours fly by, and it's regrettably time already to end the therapy session. Not all your pals have such flexible schedules as you, so they have to call it before midnight. Barely being able to walk straight, you conclude brushing your teeth and pouring a glass of water for tomorrow morning is more than enough exercise before bed.

Waking up is obviously the biggest disadvantage of these endeavours, but you take a pill with the prepared water, then a cup of coffee, and the headache is soon gone. You don't have the stomach for a proper breakfast, but you still force down a slice of toast. You let Bingley out, and sit on the porch, soaking in the morning sun, listening to the sound of nature, and enjoying the smell of the blooming tulips and violets in your garden. - Spring is fucking awesome…

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The next few weeks go by without much happening. The blind chat episode drops on YouTube, and surprisingly, dozens upon dozens of people comment, shipping the two of you. It’s endearing, really; a nice reassurance that what you felt during and after the show, was not exclusively in your head, as others seem to have noticed the connection and matching vibes (hopefully not just the parasocial delulu fans, who name themselves after funny videos, and would go on to write fanfictions about it).

You exchange a few texts with Nana during these days, but she seems busier than expected. It could be because of an upcoming comeback, but they came back with Rollercoaster only a few months ago. So you try not to give it too much meaning, but in the back of your head, a devilish voice insists “she doesn’t like you bro”. Your worries are lifted when they announce ‘Queendom Puzzle’, and all its participants in the following days. Hey! I see you’ll be on Queendom Puzzle, congrats! I’m sure you will crush it! Hiya! Thanks I hope so I have been practicing a lot for this

Yeah, I figured The competition seems strong But I would bet on you making it into the group I’m a bit worried But your confidence in me means a lot😊 An ace like you should have nothing to fear! You’re right 😸 If the crowd sees the effort I have been putting into my craft They will have to vote for me …right?

Of course! You were meant to be on top

*of me, hehe*

Yeah! I’m gonna be a star! That’s the spirit A few seconds go by with Nana seemingly typing out an essay. I wanted to ask you for something

Your pulse quickens, and you sit up straight on your couch. With dilated eyes, and gently shaking fingers, you type back. I’m all ears

I hope it’s not too much of a bother But could you take me to that place you talked about?

Of course! That was always the plan, no?

Yeah but I mean like This weekend

You have to check your schedule to make sure you’re free, not that cancelling every plan and recording would be a tall order, or a big price to pay to spend time with her. Sure, I can make it Great! I just know I won’t have much time until Queendom ends And if I do end up on the team It will take even longer before I can take a break

There is no ‘if’! But I get your point Both days work for me, so you choose I checked the weather, and Saturday will be warmer So we could watch the sunset too if you wanna

*How the fuck would I not?* Sounds perfect

Nice How about we meet up at 4? You could show me around the place And we could have a picnic

Even more perfect I’ll be there Great And thank you 😊

My pleasure

The chat dies off, but it doesn’t bother you. The high of finally meeting Nana lingers for the rest of the night, giving you one of the best sleeps since you moved to Korea.

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As the planned outing approaches, you remember something from your first encounter: her birthday is in spring. Even after remembering it was in March, you still decide to get her something. Surfing the internet for half an hour, you find a few decent ideas, but none of them strike you as THE perfect gift.

*Maybe I should read about her, see what she likes.*

As you press search, the first few results are about another celebrity, who shares her stage name: Im Jinah.

You quickly add ‘wooah’ to the query to get the desired outcome. Reading through her wiki, an uneasy feeling slowly creeps up on you.

- Well, this is just weird. I feel like I'm stalking her.

Even though you have done this for every idol who has appeared on your show, it's just not the same. You're not gathering information to create the best possible games and scenarios for entertainment, but to wow her. With that thought, you close the tab, and start to think.

- Okay, let's just not. I can work with what I know already. She likes Nintendo games, the colour blue, animation, and spring. And dakbal! She most likely has a Switch already, and there is no way of knowing what games she has or wants without snooping around. I could take a gamble with the animation, and get her a plushie, a shirt, or something of Doraemon. He's blue too, so that's nice. But that is lacking in the ‘personal’ department. So spring, huh? What can I do with that?

You spend the whole day deciding on what to buy, and instead of one big present, you end up with a few smaller ones. You pick all of them up in the coming days, and get the groceries for the picnic on the day before.

The 'date' is set two days after the recording with Cravity, who made their comeback with Groovy last week. You feared that the upcoming meeting with Nana might get in your head, and ruin the show's quality, but it all worked out perfectly. You spend most of the following day going on a big hike with Bingley, and continuing the Netflix show you started. After that it’s time for bed, as tomorrow's going to be busy. The trek tired you out, yet sleep doesn’t come easily. You lay awake until it actually gets annoying, and opt for a sleeping pill. The drug does its magic, and you wander off to dreamland in no time.

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The alarm rings at 7 AM sharp, and you blindly search for the phone to shut it up.

- Mmmm… Just five more minutes…

But as soon as you pull the blanket over your head to block the rising sun, the reason for the alarm registers. Your eyes pop open, and the drowsiness is gone in an instant. After hurriedly finishing the usual morning routine, including your obligations to Bingley, it’s time to go through the checklist for today's tasks.

First on the agenda is preparing the food, 'cause if you mess it up, you will have time to try again. Thankfully, apart from a wasted egg, some spilled milk, and a fierce battle with the sizzling oil, everything goes fine. Second is wrapping the gifts. Usually a bag would do, but not today. Not for Nana. Or rather, Princess Nana. You waste a lot of time and wrapping paper figuring out what's the best way to go about it, but the end result is more than acceptable. Third is packing up - food in the basket, gifts hidden in a bag, and a blanket to sit on. Next up is lunch. You don't have neither the time nor the willingness to cook more right now, so some takeout will have to do. Then it’s time to take out the dog. For a walk, Jimmy... That's number five, check. The last thing to be done is texting Nana the rendezvous point, which you do while you eat the ordered pizza.

Although you'll only have to leave in an hour, you decide to dress up now in today's carefully picked outfit: a floral linen shirt, dark blue shorts, and a few accessories. Nothing too fancy. A few (hundred) TikToks help pass the remaining time, before you pack everything in the trunk of the KIA. After making sure for the third time that everything is in order, you lock the house and get in the car. The V6 engine of the K8 eagerly purrs to life, as if it felt and shared your anticipation for today’s events. You type the destination into the GPS - not that it was needed; you have been there countably infinite times already, and could drive there with a blindfold on. But as they say: better safe than sorry.

Some music and sunshine keeps you company during the fortunately eventless half hour drive. Once you arrive and park in the shade of a huge oak tree, a notification pops up from Nana: “I'll be there in a few!” Not even 5 minutes later, another KIA pulls into the parking lot. The passenger-side door swings open, and the angel you have been waiting for steps out with the same gorgeous smile on her face she last said goodbye with.

You take a few steps closer, and bow. - Hello! I hope it wasn't too hard to find the place.

- Oh, not at all. - She bows, and says hello too, then looks around to admire the greenery, and the sunshine seeping through the leaves, illuminating everything in sight. It arguably does a worse job than her smile, but the Sun does give you that vitamin D, whereas Nana only gives your D vitamin. And your soul with the cute outfit she is sporting: it’s a red, floral patterned sleeveless top tucked into a tight blue skirt with a very similar motif. As the colour scheme would suggest, it’s downright magnetic. You find yourself unable to look away from her, until a light breeze, paired with the rattling of leaves knocks you out of your daze. When you look up and lock eyes with Nana, you notice her cheeks have copied the colour of her shirt. *I may have stared for too long. *

- Almost didn’t notice you there with the camouflage. - you jest, trying to play it off.

Nana giggles, and spins around to give you a full view. In any other circumstance, your eyes would have probably shifted downwards, but her hair steals away your attention, dancing in the air graciously like she does on stage.

- Looks cute, doesn’t it? - I think we all know what he thinks about it. - her manager speaks up from behind. She hands Nana a bag, most likely filled with food for the picnic. Before turning away, she gives you a stern look. - Call me when you are done, Nana, and I’ll come back for you as discussed.

She drives off, leaving the two of you alone in a serene, only slightly awkward silence. You grab your stuff from the car, and lead Nana up the path, towards the field. On the short walk there, she keeps looking around in awe, amazed by the scenery. Gotta give it to her, it looks like it was taken from a painting. Birds singing from the blooming trees, butterflies chasing one-another above the lazily swaying, lush grass, and bees hauling their fat fluffy butts from flower to flower.

- It’s perfect! - she squeals with joy as she bends down to touch the silky grass.

- I knew you would like it.

- I love it!

You walk past Nana, who seems completely mesmerized by the clearing, and a pair of Barn Swallows, as they scurry across the sky, most likely hunting for food. She smiles at them, then catches up with you and helps with the picnic blanket, for which you have already found the perfect spot. It’s on a slightly more elevated piece of ground, from where you can see above the city, and across the green sea. While you unpack, Nana goes on about how glad she is to be out here in the sun, with you, how pretty the place is, and how excited she is for Queendom Puzzle.

- It’s an interesting changeup, isn’t it? - she asks with sparkling eyes.

- For sure! Definitely interesting for the fans, and even more so for the contestants.

- I know! I can’t wait to meet all of them. I haven’t even talked to some of them before.

- Well, you could call them now, because we might have overdone it with the food.

You share a laugh, then take a look at the feast you two whipped up. Even without plating the desserts, it’s still enough for at least one other pair of lovebirds. Your schnitzel sandwiches look ‘rustic’ at best next to Nana’s three different types of home-made kimbaps, but you wanted to bring something that you would bring at home too.

- The one with the omelette strips has a pinch of honey in it. I thought it would be your style. - she explains with a never fading smile.

You take a slice, and push the whole thing into your mouth. Sure enough, she hit it right on the nail. The basic, but undefeated blend of omelette, avocado and tuna is freshened up by the pickled radish, and brought together by the subtle, yet lingering sweetness of the honey. You let out a satisfied hum, and swallow before praising her.

- You are right on the money with this one. It’s phenomenal!

She giggles triumphantly, and takes a roll too.

- Mmmmh, it’s so good! I never thought about adding honey to a kimbap before. But when I was getting the ingredients, I thought about you, and the bees, and I knew I had to do it.

- It’s for sure the best kimbap I have eaten so far. Good job! - you raise your hand for a high-five, which she happily accepts.

- Thanks! Now, let’s see what you cooked up.

- Well, I know it doesn’t look as fancy as yours, but I promise it tastes great. - you hand her a sandwich, and take one for yourself too. - It’s kind of a timeless classic in my country. Whenever we go to a beach, on a road trip, or a hike, it’s the go-to snack. It’s just fried chicken breast, some veggies, and your choice of sauce in a bun, but that’s the point. It’s simple, but effective. You can never go wrong with these ingredients, and it never disappoints.

She takes a bite, after you downplayed and hyped up the sandwich at the same time. She munches on it for a few seconds, nodding understandingly.

- I see what you mean. It’s just really nice. I could see how it would be sort of a comfort food.

- Right? - you light up from her words of appreciation, and take a bite of home. - I don’t think I could ever get tired of this.

An endearing smile paints Nana’s face, which you don’t even notice at first, too caught up in the nostalgic dish.

Being the first proper one-on-one talk between you two, the conversation starts off with the usual topics: work, hobbies, friends, family, pets, etc. Still, with how engaged and honestly curious she is, it doesn’t feel like the typical, going-through-the-motions, getting-the-mandatory-stuff-out-of-the-way kind of chat. And unsurprisingly, her enthusiasm rubs off on you. You find yourself nodding or laughing along with all her stories, aww-ing at pictures from her childhood or of her family dog, and taking mental notes of every little titbit she shares about her life. It’s all so easy, so natural. Sure, you are still cracking some jokes, but it’s not the same as if you were in front of the cameras. There is no preparation, no script, just chemistry. When you reach into your basket for a second bottle of soda, you grab onto something else by accident. It’s one of Nana’s presents. You have completely forgotten about it, too engaged in the chatter. You take the two small boxes out, and hide them behind your back while your partner is pouring herself a drink.

- Nana?

- Hmm? - she doesn’t look up just yet, preoccupied with choosing the next kimbap to devour.

- I know your birthday was like- two months ago.

- Yeah? - now she lifts her gaze, and notices the jewellery box in your hand, coated in deep blue velvet. - Oh, Y/N! - her voice is laced with surprise and appreciation, which also reflects on her face. - You really didn’t have to.

- Of course I did!

- Now I feel bad, because I didn’t bring you anything. - she pouts, but her frown is immediately turned upside down when she flips the top open. - Wait, is this..?

She holds onto the medallion with one hand, letting the golden chain dangle freely in the warm wind.

- Yeah. A Triforce necklace.

- It’s so pretty! Quick, help me put this on.

Nana turns around and sits closer to you, so you can secure the clasp on the back of her neck. She stays like that, admiring the metallic trinket, until she leans back against you. Your mind freezes for a second, but your body reacts to her, and your arms wrap around her waist.

- Thank you…

Her words jump-start your mind, and you squeeze her tighter.

- Don’t thank me just yet. - you untangle one arm, and reach backwards for another smaller container, neatly wrapped in pink paper. She handles it with care after feeling the weight of it.

- Another one?

She rips off the wrapping, and gasps when she recognises the baby pink coloured box.

- You know, I almost bought this when I last went shopping.

She removes the plastic, then takes out the rose-scented perfume to try it out. She sighs in satisfaction when the smell envelopes the air around you, dulling out the flowers nearby.

- Mmmm~ This bottle won’t last long, I can tell you that much!

Your chuckle is cut short by her lips on your cheeks, a smile, and her nuzzling into your embrace again.

- Thank you Y/N~

- You are very much welcome Nana.

She stays in your arms, letting the minutes pass by, until the dryness in your throat becomes annoying, and you have to let go of her for a drink. She gives you a playful pout before standing up to stretch, as you have been sitting on the ground for quite some time now. That’s when a familiar, raspy voice calls out to you from close by.

- Y/N? I thought you would come here today. And with a girl, to boot! You turn around with a curious look, and stand up to greet the elderly woman and her husband.

- Of course I’m here! Would have been a crime to stay inside in this weather.

- Ain’t that the truth. - the man concurs with a subtle nod, then turns to Nana. - And who is this pretty lass you brought along? Won’t you introduce your girlfriend to us? - Oh, we’re not… - you try to deny in such a hurry, that even catches Nana off guard. You look at her in hopes of reassuring her, and her beaming smile greets you, though you notice there is something sombre about it compared to usual. - We are just… colleagues, kind of. It’s only the second time we’ve met.

The pair looks at each other with a suspicious, knowing look. You can almost hear a whole conversation play out between their gazes. It’s just one of those things that come with years, or in their case, decades of love and partnership.

- I see. - the woman says without much conviction once she looks back at you. - So it’s not a date? We heard you two laughing from a mile away. Her question throws you for a loop, and while you try to figure out how to word it so you don’t possibly hurt Nana more, she answers before you could come up with the proper phrasing.

- No, it is a date. - she states with unshaken confidence, which pleases the couple. - I’m Nana by the way.

They bow with a sincere smile, and introduce themselves as Mr and Mrs Kim.

- I see you weren’t dropped on your head, missy! - the man titters.

You want to look back at Nana, but she is already by your side, hooking her arm into yours and pressing herself closer. At first, it feels a bit strange to call it that, but it only makes sense when you give it another thought. It’s just a word that you have given too much meaning over the lonely years, and it messes with your head.

- I’m sure he wasn’t either. - she jokes, and bumps your side.

- You will soon learn of that, sweetheart. - the lady pipes up. - He is as sweet as honey, but denser than concrete at times.

They all laugh at that, and you join in after letting go of your now seemingly dumb worries.

- All right, young'uns. We will leave you to it. Gotta get back home before my back gives in.

- Just a second, Mr Kim. - you speak up, and excuse yourself from Nana. You take a few pieces of the layered cake, and stack them in a box. - Please take this. I baked it, but it’s not poisonous. I think.

The couple smiles warmly at you, and takes the box.

- See? Sweet as honey. - The madam echoes her own words with a sly wink aimed at your date.

After that, Nana gifts them some kimbap too, which they thank profusely, then go on their way.

- Oh my god, they were so nice! - Nana asserts as she sits back down.

- They are, yes. I meet them every time I’m here. They visit this place almost every day in the warmer seasons.

…

- So it’s a date, huh?

- Of course. What else would you call an afternoon like this? A one-on-one picnic in one of the most magical places in this city, with someone you like and want to get to know better. Wouldn’t be fair to label it as ‘hanging out’, or something simple like that.

- True…

This time it’s you, who smiles first, but you are not alone for long. Your hand reaches out for hers as you scoot closer on the soft blanket, and she readily accepts the contact, placing her palm on top of yours. It’s not the ‘electric touch that sends a jolt of shiver down your spine’, it’s just what it is: a touch. Warm and slick, but at the end of the day, nothing out of the ordinary. It’s the circumstances, and the owner of the other hand, that’s really special about it. The half-spoken admission of your feelings, a silent promise of more to come, and the most wonderful girl on this planet you share these with. The silence remains even while you eat the muffins, bar Nana’s compliment for the chocolatey sweetness, and the birds singing in the background. You imagine they are watching this romantic scene unfold in front of them, witnessing love blossom on the field they call home. The little angel stays in your arms, although she feels more like a kitty right now as her warm and petite body lays against you soothingly. You can feel her breathing as her chest rises and falls in a slow rhythm, and you realize your pulse is matching hers when you hold her hand tighter.

It’s probably a super corny display from the outside, when the Sun starts to near its resting place, painting the skies in the colour of the flowers in the surrounding field. And if not for a certain girl in your arms, it would have been the prettiest sight of the day. The other thing that the sunset loses in, is the warmth. The temperature drops surprisingly quickly on this cloudless night, and no matter how hot the woman is beside you (in all senses of the word), the chilling winds become a bit too harsh to ignore. So you pack up, dividing the leftovers equally while Nana speaks with her manager on the phone. Hand-in-hand, you walk back the path towards the parking place with Nana lighting the way with her phone. Her manager said she will arrive in 10 minutes, so you sit in the K8 to stay warm until that. Nana sits in the passenger seat, and sees something in the backseat that catches her eye.

- Aww! What a cute flower.

- Oh, right! - you reach back for the pot. - It’s your last gift.

- Another one? For real? - she takes it from you, and admires the flowerless green plant.

- Of course! It’s a Clitoria Ternatea, aka Butterfly Pea. It will bloom with gorgeous little blue flowers in the summer, and as the name suggests, you can even make tea out of it.

She looks at you with a playful squint and a smirk, the somewhat lewd Latin name of the flower not escaping her attention. You laugh it off, and she leans in for a hug to thank you. It lingers for long seconds, until she gets a text from her manager, stating she is almost there. You both sigh. It’s a mixture of sadness and contentment. It was probably the best afternoon either of you have spent in a long time, and now that it’s come to an end…

That’s not even the worst part. It’s the fact that there is no way of knowing when there will be a chance to do this again. But if all goes well for Nana in Queendom Puzzle, it’s most likely months. She places her hand on top of yours, and looks you in the eye.

- Thank you for this day, Y/N. You can’t even fathom how much it all meant to me. And I don’t just mean the gifts, and the picnic. I’m talking about spending time with you, laughing, talking, hugging… And I really want to do it more. To get to know you better, and see where this goes.

- I would love that. - you clutch onto her hand, and give it a small squeeze - Because I think– I think this connection is something very special.

- I think so too.

Her grip on your hand tightens, and she moves her body closer. It’s barely noticeable, but you see it. You see it, because you are doing the same. You see her lips parting, her eyes nervously glancing at yours, and it makes your heart pound out of your chest. And though Nana may seem timid from the outside, she pushes forward with zero hesitation. Unrelenting, unwavering. She wants this badly, and so do you. So even when her manager pulls up, you don’t pull away. The headlights of her car shine right at you when your lips meet. And oh, what delicious, soft lips they are. It makes you forget to breathe, and doubles your heart rate, like a dose of a new designer drug that gets you addicted the moment you use it.

Neither of you break the kiss, and when you shift in your seat so your spine doesn’t twist out of its place and move away from her slightly, she chases after you. She even reaches for your shirt with her free hand, so you don’t pull away again until she has had her fill. It doesn’t take too long, because the uninvited audience does start to make Nana somewhat self conscious now. When your lips separate, you let out the air you have been holding in for these past twenty-something seconds. It’s hard to tell whether it’s this, or the power of the kiss that leaves you lightheaded, but one thing is for sure: you have fallen deeper than you thought, and so has Nana. She chuckles when she notices your reddened ears, breaking the tension.

- That was… - you start, but find it hard to say the right words. - Surreal but, um… but nice.

- Yeah. It was.

She gives one last gorgeous smile, and a sorrowed but reassuring goodbye before she leaves you on your own. The kiss replays in your mind repeatedly, and it makes you ache for more: more kisses, but also more than just kisses.

- “Surreal but nice”? What was I thinking?

_______________________________________________________ The following few weeks after the start of Queendom Puzzle are just as sweet as that goodbye kiss. The late night chats with Nana, her random selfies from practice, during meals, or after recording, and occasional video calls. Naturally, you text her after every episode, praising her performance. She responds in kind, applauding your MC skills, and rambling about her experiences with the other participants. The relationship stays this vibrant and strong for a while, and the energy you get from it shows in your variety show, propelling its popularity into new heights. Which, sadly, means more interviews, ads, and what have you. All of that, paired with Nana having to practice more for the final few episodes, meant a little less time spent talking every day. It never dried out at least, but you wished you could actually see each other in person at times, and hoped she felt the same.

Then it finally arrives. It’s the 15th of August, and the airing of the final episode of “Queendom Puzzle”. Nana (obviously) made it into the last 14 with flying colours, raking up MVPs, and a solid spot in the rankings. Still, there was a chance, however slim, that she could falter at the last hurdle. You knew she wasn’t the type to fall into a false sense of safety, but it still felt appropriate to give her the extra motivation she might have needed. So you asked her manager in secret for the place and time of the shooting. Without much reluctance, she hooked you up, but advised caution.

Getting past the security was a bit tricky, but still possible. With an iced americano in one hand, and a box of spicy chicken feet in the other, you make your way through the maze of corridors, full of purpose. Room 8 was your goal, and, as Murphy's law dictates, it was at the very back of the corridor. It doesn’t matter. The only thing that actually does, is to meet Nana, and put a smile on her face. That ever radiant, healing smile. One can never get enough of it. To make sure that the surprise works, you arrive a solid 20 minutes before she does, so it’s time to catch up with the latest gossip. Nana’s manager - now also your wingwoman - texts you as they get past security. Your heart skips a beat, and you jump from the chair you have been sitting on ‘til now. After quickly hiding her presents, you fix your attire, and wait patiently. At least that’s what you hope it looks like, but even a blind man could tell how eager you are. Your quickening pulse, fidgeting fingers, and deep, long breaths are a dead giveaway of your true feelings.

You can hear as Nana nears the room, her voice echoing down the hallway as she practices her lines for the show. The door handle pivots, and the awaited angel finally steps into the room. She stops dead in her tracks the moment she sees you. Her eyes widen, and her jaw hangs agape for a moment, but then… The change in her expression is like a slow motion study for AI training: her slightly open mouth shifts into a wide smile, showing off her pearly whites. Her eyes sparkle with an adoring glint, as if she just saw the cutest thing in the world. And, as usual of her when she gets this excited, she pushes her tongue out slightly, and bites down on it gently.

- Hello, princess. - you greet her with a bow. Nana loses it right then, and rushes up to you with a loud squeal. You plant a little kiss on her cheek, and hug her close. Or at least try to, but she starts to jump up and down giddily, making it hard to properly hold onto her. Before she pulls away, she returns the kiss. Holding hands, you stand there, mere inches separating you, just staring at each other for a few seconds. Your adoration reflects in her brown eyes, glistening like morning dew on the petals of a Chocolate Cosmos. The laughs and shouting of some other contestants from down the hallway kick you both out of your trance.

- Oh, right! - you spin around, and grab the iced americano. - I got you this.

Her eyes light up instantly.

- Oh my god! You are a lifesaver!

She pounces on you like a panther, and snatches the cold beverage before you could say ‘meow’. You watch with an adoring, cheeky smile as she swallows gulp after gulp, a bit of coffee even missing its mark, dripping down on her chin in the big hurry.

- Whew… I needed that. Would you believe that my manager - she points theatrically at the woman - forgot to buy me coffee? Today of all days?! - Uh… That’s on me. - you admit, scratching your head with unease. - I kind of asked her to… Nana crosses her arm, and squints at you suspiciously. She walks up to you with playfully angry stomps, which end up making her look adorable, rather than threatening, like a kid who didn’t get the toy they wanted.

- You don’t mess with a girl’s coffee! - she lashes out, reinforcing her point by tapping your chest with her index finger. Her faux outrage melts away after she sees how taken aback you are. She smiles at you sweetly then, and kisses your embarrassedly flushed cheek. - No need to plan stuff like this so you can swoop in like a saviour. - she stops mid-thought to take another sip. - I already like you, dummy.

You hear a scoff from her manager, and catch her rolling her eyes. You just smirk to yourself, knowing how cheesy it must seem from her POV.

- Sorry Nana! - you turn your back to her, snap up the bag with the dakbal, and offer it to her. A due prise for her winning the bet from the video, but it's also for motivation. - I hope this makes up for it somewhat.

With one eyebrow raised, she nabs the chicken feet tentatively. Or rather the box of chicken feet. Or rather the box of chicken feet inside a box. Or rather the box of chicken feet inside a box of chicken feet. Or rather the box of chicken feet inside a box of chicken feet inside a bag. Regardless, her face lights up for the third time today the moment she takes a whiff of her favourite delicacy. And that’s the point of it all. Not just seeing that contagious smile, but also the knowledge that you made her day just a little better. The way she dashes to you again, screeching joyfully as if she just won the lottery, and hugs you so tight that she squeezes the air out of your lungs, tells you that it may have made it more than just a little better.

- You are already forgiven!

She breaks away in a hurry, scattering to the chair to indulge in her precious dakbal. She hums in satisfaction as the flavours fill her mouth, which elicits an even wider grin from you. From the corner of your eyes you catch as Nana’s manager nods approvingly. Still, she has to be the responsible one when you are together: - Just don’t eat too much. You still have to perform.

- Mhm! - Nana acknowledges half-heartedly, gorging down on one chicken foot after the other. Her manager shakes her head disapprovingly, but can’t hold back a low chuckle.

- Whew… That should give me enough energy for a while. - she wipes her hand and mouth, and thanks you again with a kiss on your cheek. - Gotta go now though. Need to change and get my makeup done. Will you watch from here? - she asks with a hopeful tone.

- Of course! Will be cheering for you from here all the way ‘til the end. And I will keep your manager company too. Whether she likes it or not. - you add with a wink aimed at said lady.

- Could be worse, I guess… - she shoots back with a barely visible smirk.

Nana gives her manager a hug too, and they exchange a few words in secret.

- Good luck, princess. Not that you need it.

The idol hugs you one last time, grabs her coffee, and waves the two of you goodbye before sauntering out the room.

- She is gonna kill it. - you break the few seconds of silence - You can just tell.

- Yeah. Especially with you here now. - the manager concurs, and nudges you in the side.

You watch the show with her, laughing, cheering, or crying along. After every performance is concluded, they invite the girls back on stage; it’s time to reveal the winners. Taeyeon calls them out from third place to sixth, and Nana is not amongst them. Of course, she was second during the previous vote, so it doesn’t phase you. Too much. Then the anxiety starts to eat at you when Hwiseo takes first place. Still, not too surprising, considering she finished there during the last episode as well.

Then finally, she is announced as the sixth member to join EL7Z UP, placing second overall in the votes. By that time you chew down every single nail on your fingers despite being sure she would make it. The other idols still on stage gather around her, cheering her on while also calming her down. When she takes the mic, it seems like she isn’t even crying anymore, but as soon as she tries to speak, her voice cracks in the cutest way possible, and it’s followed by an even cuter whimper. She gives her speech with a trembling voice, thanking everyone she can think of, and finally joins the other 5 girls on the pedestal. Her rightful place. You sob during it all, chuckling shakily during her most adorable moments. Even Nana’s cool calm and collected manager wipes a tear from her eyes. - Never once doubted her. - you break the melancholically cheerful silence - But damn it feels good to see her win.

- No kidding…

After Yeeun is revealed as the final winner, and EL7Z UP’s line-up is complete, they celebrate on stage for a while. You chat with the manager about the ups and downs of the show, weighing in about the winners, the performances, and how amazing Taeyeon is. After a good half an hour, Nana finally returns, jumping into your arms. She lets out her remaining tension, soaking your shirt with her tears. You caress her back lovingly, whispering sweet little nothings to soothe her. The clock ticks by relentlessly, and Nana has to go again. She lets go of you with a long sigh, and wipes her face with a handkerchief her manager hands her. - I wish I could stay for longer. But I have to change, fix my makeup, talk to the girls– - It’s fine, princess. - you cut in - I will see you later, yeah? - Yes! How about this Friday? - she perks up - I know it’s soon, but I won’t have much free time before our debut. And I want to show you my favourite place before it starts to get cold. - Sure. I will make time for you. Whatever it takes. - you agree without hesitation. - Great! - she plants a quick kiss on your cheek, and skips out of the room.

You breathe out slowly. It’s finally over. Well, kind of. The stress of the survival show may be gone, but now comes the debut. The stakes might not be as high, but Nana will surely give her best, meaning you really won’t see her for the next few months. Again.

Why did I have to fall for an idol? - you ask yourself, but realise it’s no use to dwell on it. Such a fantastic girl is more than worth waiting for. It’s not like you are not busy yourself, and she won’t be active all year long. Still, it feels like the whole industry is against you, hell-bent on preventing this relationship. And it’s not completely false. Her agency would most likely not allow for it: Nana was already their best asset, and now she became even more valuable. Who cares? As long as her manager is chill with it - which she most definitely is now - and you two are careful, it should be fine. Should be. Has to be.

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Her sanctuary, as she calls it, is a smaller penthouse on the outskirts of Seoul. It’s a simple, cosy flat that feels perfect to come home to after a long day of work. It has everything you need, nothing less, nothing more. one bedroom with a queen size bed, a decently equipped kitchen, a bathroom with a freestanding tub, and a cutesy living room. It’s just far away from the centre, so that the noises of the city can be faintly heard from inside, and just barely more from the balcony. And what a balcony it is. It’s the part that really screams ‘Nana’. Full of flowers and greenery, two blue lounge chairs with a glass table between them, and on it, a sight that melts your heart: the butterfly peas you bought her for her birthday. - Did you try making tea out of it? - you ask as you trace your fingers along the vibrant blue petals.

- No, not yet. I have barely been here since Queendom Puzzle started. I did have someone to water the plants though! They even cared for the plastic ones. - she adds with a melodic giggle.

- Wanna try now?

- Sure! Although… I would hate to pluck it when it’s still so beautiful…

Nana admires the plant with a sombre look before you speak up.

- Well, they are about to lose the flowers soon anyways. The days are getting colder and shorter.

She lets out a long sigh before agreeing to it. She takes a handful of pictures before you pluck the flower heads ever so carefully and rinse them. While you boil the water, the 1 girl grabs 2 cups and a jar of honey to prepare them. You wait 5-10 minutes until the hot water brings out the flavours and colours of the petals, then you indulge yourselves in the heart-warming delicacy.

- Mmmmh~ That’s nice. - Nana remarks as she slowly sips on the blue tea.

- Tastes like spring, doesn’t it?

Nana quickly nods in agreement.

- Now watch this. - you grab a wedge of lemon, and squeeze some of its juices into your cup. The liquid changes its deep blue hue to a glamorous purple within seconds as the acidic drops dissolve.

- Wow… That’s gorgeous! But I like mine blue.

- I’m not surprised.

Compared to the first date, this feels even less tense. No preparations, no stakes, no nerves. Nana and you are already more than close friends, so there is no need to win her over. Now it’s really all about enjoying each other’s company and talking about anything and everything. She tells all about her pre-debut activities, her school years, and the shenanigans she got up to as a child. You in turn recount anecdotes from the same times of your life, sprinkled in with the first few months after coming to Korea, and starting your own variety show as a foreigner. The tea is followed by a few bottles of soju, along with some takeout. “Some”. It’s kind of a feast (again), but it all disappears eventually as the conversation goes on and on, delving more into your past adventures, your present passions, and your hopes and dreams for the future. The alcohol does its work in the meanwhile, smoothing out the already relaxed nerves even more, and colouring Nana’s porcelain skin in that Asian flush, giving her an ethereal look as the Sun starts to dip below the horizon. Your hand finds hers, and the two of you sit in a tranquil silence, watching the sky and clouds dance in the colours of the setting star.

- You know… - Nana cuts into the quiet, giving you a warm, pensive look. - One can love the sunset, when one is happy, too.

It takes you a few seconds before it clicks, then your face lights up with a tender smile.

- You remembered?

- Of course! I haven’t found time yet to read it, but I will.

- Because of that one line? - No. Because it’s important to you. Such a simple statement, yet so powerful. If anyone ever wondered how someone can confess their feelings without saying it outright, they would have found it right here. Just as the last rays of sunlight dim, you bring her hand to your lips, and plant a compassionate kiss on the back of her palm. After that, looking into her eyes, you both understand the depth and strength of this connection within a moment’s notice.

- And you are so much more important, princess.

The equally corny and touching response earns you Nana’s signature smile, though it seems different from the usual: more sincere and less practiced. Something that merely a couple people have seen if you had to guess. And as many times before, your heart turns into mush, a sweet concoction of affection and adoration, with a pinch of lust.

While the night claims its domain, coating the skies above in pitch black, you clean up the remains of the feast, and grab two blankets. You stay out stargazing for a long while, searching for constellations, and admiring the waning Moon before you move back inside the apartment. Just as Nana is about to dive into her next story, a long yawn interrupts her. It’s not that late yet, but the day was long. For her the whole summer was long.

- I guess it’s time I head home. You should rest while you can. - No! - she objects instantly, then sinks into the couch with a sheepish smile. - Would you stay for the night? Please? You chuckle faintly, and sit down right next to her.

- If that’s what the princess wants…

She leans her head on your shoulder with a tired giggle. Your hand reaches around her, rubbing her side ever so slowly. The little incubus at the back of your head is screaming to lunge at her, but you kill the voice, knowing it’s not the time. Not yet. Maybe you won’t see her until her promotions end, but if you cross this bridge now, it might be even harder on the both of you, having to go without intimacy for months after a most likely wonderful night together. So you bide your time. It will be worth it in the end, even if holding back at the moment feels awful.

While Nana takes a shower and washes her face, you drive home for your pyjamas and a toothbrush. Once you are back, she is already lying on the bed, mindlessly scrolling on her phone. She flashes you a weak smile, though you barely catch it, as the view of her bare legs distract you. You grit your teeth, and head to the bathroom to change and wash up, cursing your luck. It should have been obvious that she would be wearing shorts to bed in the summer, but your mind was elsewhere when you agreed to sleep over.

You step back into the room, and join Nana under the covers. You decide it’s best not to poke the bear in your boxers, and stay on your side of the bed, but Nana has other plans. “She needs cuddles” - she says. “It helps her sleep better, and she missed it so bad.” - she explains. You can’t say no to her pouting lips and puppy eyes, but what comes after is the true challenge. She nestles into you, not leaving any space between your bodies, not even in the most intimate places. Her round and firm backside assumes its position against your pelvis, pressing into you as if she didn’t know it was one of the most seductive things a girl could do in this situation. You have to call upon every god in the sky, on Olympus, in Asgard, on Mount Meru, and in Takamagahara, to help you out in this seemingly unwinnable battle. Their combined might is indeed enough to suppress your desires, and you relax with her, hugging her close like a plushie. - Good night princess. - your voice is groggy as you place a kiss on the back of her head. - Good night Little Prince. - she is already fading away into sleep, but she holds onto your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours before she drifts off. You follow suit, her soft whimpers lulling you to rest in no time.

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One of the drawbacks of living on the top floor, is that the Sun disturbs the idyllic early mornings, totally unasked for. With eyes wide shut, you turn away from the celestial intruder, meeting face to back with an angel. Instead of wings, her chestnut locks spread out on the mattress before you. It obviously wouldn’t be courteous to wake her, but it’s also a crime not to cosy up to a sleeping beauty in a moment like this. So you scoot closer, and ever so cautiously wrap an arm around her petite body. If it wasn’t for the deities who helped you yesterday, you would be in an awkward situation again, but your little buddy decided not to give Nana a rude awakening.

- Hmmm~ I could get used to waking like this. - she mumbles as she finally wakes, and wiggles deeper into your embrace, snuggling up to your warmth like a cat.

- And I could get used to sleeping like this.

She lets out an amused sigh, and starts to run her fingers along your forearm, carefully scraping it with her nails.

- Too bad we can’t stay here all day, huh?

- Yeah… too bad. Maybe if you weren’t such a great performer, you wouldn’t have made it into EL7Z UP, and you wouldn’t have to go to practice and meetings today. - you tease her.

- Maybe… But sorry, I am not throwing that away for you.

- I would rather have you throw me out if I actually asked something so ridiculous of you.

- Good. Now shut up and kiss me! - she demands out of nowhere, and flips around in a flash.

You don’t even have time to protest - as if you wanted to - before her lips press hungrily against yours. Your stale morning breaths take nothing away from the enjoyment and the beauty of the act. The chirps of birds and the early commotion of the waking city fade into the distance, replaced by Nana’s barely audible moans, your heavy breaths, and the smacks of your lips. The make-out is just as sweet as it is urgent, but you refrain from using your tongues for the sake of keeping it PG - you know you wouldn’t be able to hold back if she let you venture further. She is not so restrained though: her fingers run through your hair as she pulls you in deeper, and her soft little breasts squish against your chest, drawing blood to your nether region. But before things could get out of control, your rumbling stomach comes to the rescue. “If only it didn’t need to.” - you curse silently in your head. With flushed cheeks and short, shallow breaths, Nana pulls away.

- Breakfast?

- Breakfast… Do you have eggs and bacon?

- I should, yeah. Want me to make some?

- No thanks. I can do it. Do you want some too?

- Uhmm… Sure! I would like a proper breakfast while I can. But I wanna help!

- You’re the boss, boss.

She steals one last cheeky kiss before jumping out of bed, and chassés out of the room. You follow her (butt) with your eyes, then join her in the kitchen.

- Can you grab the things please? - Nana asks as she turns on the stove, and pours the oil into a large pan.

- Sure thing.

Despite you telling her beforehand that you would do the cooking for both of you, she doesn’t give you a chance. Wanting to be a good host, or so she says. You are not one to complain about a lack of work in the morning, so you at least have to pay her back somehow, right? And what better way than a playful bump of your hips against hers, an affectionate hug from behind, or a few delicate kisses on her neck and shoulders. Nana doesn’t reject her payment, and you can feel her skin heat up under your touch. It could be from the fire of the stove, but her crimson ears let you know it’s your doing. When she is almost done, you set the table, and pour out two glasses of orange juice.

You eat in mostly quiet, watching the Sun climb higher on the cloudless sky, only occasionally speaking up. Exactly like on the first date though, it’s not an awkward silences, it’s just… comfortable. You will have many more times in the not so near future to discuss any hot topic, or whatever’s on your minds, but this serene morning needs none of that. It only needs the two of you, stolen glances, exchanged smiles, and some cold oj to flush down the tasty food.

She offers you coffee after you’re done; an offer you can’t refuse, but state one condition in return: “I’m doing the dishes then.” She brings the soul warming beverage to the sofa, where the two of you cuddle up, watching some dumb morning show for entertainment. Your hand roams along her body dutifully through it all, earning you hums of delight. Sadly, the good times come to an end sooner than expected when Nana gets a call from her manager, informing her about a crucial, and certainly critical conference in the coming hour.

- I’ll let you get ready, then. - you tell her, slightly dejected, but not at all surprised.

- Yeah, thanks… You first do the dishes as promised, then head to the bathroom to dress up while she does the same in her bedroom. After a long kiss, you say your goodbyes.

- I’ll see you… whenever, I guess. - you say with a bitter smile.

- I’ll try to make time for you, but I can’t promise anything. - her eyes cast down on the floor, trying not to face the inevitable.

You grab her chin, and bring her eyes up to meet yours briefly, before you give her one more peck on her lips. For the first time you have known her, they were slanting down, but you pour every bit of reassurance into the kiss, and though she doesn’t exactly smile after you pull away, she at least looks less gloomy.

- You just focus on this group first, okay? Don’t push yourself too hard, because I will wait for you, however long it takes.

She darts at you with a tight hug, not letting go of you until she has committed your scent and feel to memory.

- Thank you. I will do my best for you.

- I don’t doubt that for a second. But do it for yourself.

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You knew what you signed up for, but that still doesn’t console you. Working, and meeting up with your friends can’t replace Nana’s absence in your life. She puts most of her energy into preparing for her debut, understandably so, and the two of you barely even chat during her promotions. Meetings are almost completely out of the question, bar a few coffees, and a short walk with your dog here and there. The only positive thing about all of this is watching Nana shine on stage more than ever. Even during the rendezvous, she goes on about how much fun it is with the new members, how talented and kind they are, and how much she loves the songs, dances, and concepts. She can’t hide her fatigue though, tainting the sweet times with a somewhat bitter undertone. They even travelled to Japan two times, once to France, and once to Saudi Arabia, and no matter how much you wanted to follow her, there was no way it was ever feasible or logical.

And of course, once the promotions for their first EP 7+UP ends, they almost immediately announce their next comeback in early 2024, threatening even more packed schedules for her, and even less dates for you. Fortunately or not, that somehow fizzles out, but of course, Nana’s agency jumps on the opportunity, riding her newfound fame, striking while the iron is hot: they announce WOOAH’s single releasing in April. Between all this chaos and dickering, only one thing is for certain: you have to meet. You have both waited enough, sacrificed enough, now it’s time to reap in your rewards.

While her bosses deal with legal stuff between WOOAH an EL7Z UP, and set up for the release of BLUSH, you have a few weeks of freedom, and you use it to the fullest. You drink and dine out, go to karaoke and bowling with friends, and during all this, your love for Nana only grows. Finally being with her again, fully, and this frequently, reminds you why you fell for her in the first place: her carefree but never careless attitude, her kind words, her playful teasing, her precious smile and even more precious laughter, her perfect body in your arms, and those soft lips that taunt you to kiss her every time your gaze lands on them, even if there are people watching.

And naturally, it doesn’t take long to give in to the desires you both have held back for God knows how long. After the first few dates, it’s time you cross this bridge. It wasn’t exactly what you had in mind when you met up in the afternoon in early February for a BBQ with her friends, but it was always in the cards. Valentine’s day was just around the corner, and you could have waited to make it the most special day of all, but something about today just felt right. Maybe it was how she fed you while you cooked for the group, how she kept looking at you with those curious, adoring eyes, how she snuggled close whenever she could, how she leaned her head on your shoulder, how she clung onto your hand during your walk home, or most likely all of the above.

In any case, it led you here, to this exact moment. You are lying on your bed, and for the first time in many months, it’s not your dog you share it with. Nana is on top of you, her tongue pushing against your lips as you make out, impatiently searching for a way in, which you hastily surrender to her. You have never seen her this zealous, this hungry for you. “I guess she has had enough too.” Sensing her intentions, your hands creep down from her back, and land on her perky ass. It’s time you shed the pretences, and go for what she is offering. What’s yours for the night, and most likely for the foreseeable future, but hopefully forever. You fondle the supple flesh and spread her cheeks apart as much as her jeans allow. She rewards you with moans you can only describe as lewd. Especially for such a gracious girl as her.

Her hands are holding either side of your neck, pulling you impossibly close, deepening the kiss, like she feared you would get away if she let go of you for a second. Her fingers then snake down on your chest, her fingertips tracing teasing circles around your nipple before feeling up your pecs and abs. She moans into the kiss again, but it’s this time more out of appreciation for your fit physique than from the heat that’s building inside her. In the meantime, you reach under her top to rub along the smooth skin of her lower back. The feeling presumably ignites something within her, because she starts to grind against your growing bulge, eliciting a hushed groan from you this time.

It’s a risky limbo of long suppressed lust and never-ending affection. One side of you simply wants to pin her down, and fuck her brains out until she is addicted to you, to your cock, but the more sentimental side yearns for her gentle touches, her sweet kisses, and her soft whimpers of satisfaction, were you to slowly make love to this princess on top of you. The way she quickly reaches for your groin, but stops at the edge of your pants in hesitation, lets you know she is battling with the same demons. And being the sensible man you are, you won’t force her into something she is not hundred percent comfortable with. Nevertheless, you lift your hips, seeking her touch, while also giving her the green light she might have needed.

She doesn’t bite just yet though - except for your lower lips at times. Instead she matches the movement of your hands, and her digits sneak under your shirt to explore your tensing muscles. The arousal is literally palpable, even your clothes start to feel too hot now. As the restrictions start to crumble, Nana takes the first real step: in the blink of an eye she breaks the kiss, sits up, and pulls off her shirt in one move. You barely have a second to admire her athletic upper body, because as soon as she throws her top away, her lips are pressing against yours again. It doesn’t take long for her to reach for your top after that; her fingers hook into the fabric, and you lift from the bed to help her remove it. This time she takes a few seconds to drink in your sight; that lets you enjoy her tantalizing fitness in return.

- Fuck… You are so-

You can’t even finish the sentence, because with a wide grin, she lunges at you, continuing her oral assault where she left off. The sloppy sound of your make-out fills the room, along with heavy breaths and muffled whimpers of arousal. Her fair skin is like velvet under your fingertips as you brush them across her back with unrestrained need. The back of her bra gets in the way of the exploration, but she gives you a quick approval for you to unclasp it. She wiggles out of the pesky piece of fabric, and again, she gives you a mere glimpse of her pert tits before pressing them against your chest to resume with the smooches. Her lips slowly leave yours, and make their way down your jawline, across your neck, and onto your chest. A move you would have rather done to her yourself, but certainly aren’t against to be on the receiving end of. Persistently, she moves further south, only stopping when she reaches your abdomen. She looks up at your flustered face, and with a sly grin, she unbuttons your pants, and unzips your fly. With the lowered resistance, your erection bursts forward, tenting your boxers, the last barrier between you and heaven. Nana tugs at your pants; doesn’t even wait for you to raise your hips, she just yanks it off, but in doing so, your underwear comes off with them. Your cock springs free, and stands at attention proudly, twitching in anticipation. As your princess marvels at your manhood, you get to gawk at her modest, perky breasts. You swear you can see her pink nipples harden, and you give yourself all the credit, since the air in your room is more than warm at this point.

Nana’s mouth hangs agape as she cautiously drops to her knees. You prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look of her reaching for your pole. Her delicate fingers wrap around your girth tentatively, mapping your pulsing veins. Her clutched palm moves along your shaft in a measured fashion, her eyes locked onto her prize. - Such a nice cock… You look at her curiously, somewhat caught off guard by her statement, but before you could give it much thought, her lips are already hovering your leaking tip. She looks up at you with those innocent cocoa-hued eyes, though you can’t find any trace of modesty in her gaze. It’s filled with lust and hunger as she opens wide to take you inside. You hiss at first, when her hot breath hits your meat, then you let out the air in a shaky breath when she envelopes you in the slick and soppy embrace of her mouth. Your head cocks back for a second, but you regain composure, just so you can look into her eyes. She never breaks eye contact as she dutifully takes more and more of your length into her greedy mouth. She pushes her tongue out with practiced ease, making sure your main vein slides nicely alongside the rougher surface.

Your glans reach her uvula, but she doesn’t gag, merely pauses for a second. Even that’s just for show, because she grins (as much as you dick inside her mouth lets her), and in a heartbeat, she has swallowed you whole, leaving you dazed, reeling, about to break, but above all, impressed and extremely horny. Her eyes start to tear up after a few seconds, and only then she starts to remove your member in a leisurely manner. Her drool covers you from head to balls as she slowly jerks your cock, still looking into your widened eyes, spittle dripping down from her chin.

- Holy shit, Nana.

She flashes you a cheeky, victorious smile. - Not gonna lie, I didn’t think I could take it all. I haven’t been with a guy in quite some time, and none of them were packing like you. Her smirk fades, replaced by a sulking pout as she sees your confused expression. - Did you not like it?

You shake your head.

- No, I did! It felt fucking amazing. It’s just unexpected, is all. I never imagined you to had this side.

- It’s kind of new to me too, to be honest. But I’m sooo horny right now. Have been for a long while, to be honest. You were just so nice today. To me, to my friends, even to the cashier at the shop. You always have been, and you don’t even know what that's doing to me. I have never felt this attraction to anyone, and I… I can’t help it. I want you. So fucking bad.

You reach for her blushing cheeks to caress her, which she welcomes with a satisfied sigh. - I want you too, Nana. But I’m sure you know that.

You lean down, and bring her face to yours for a kiss. It’s sweet and sensual, unlike the ones a few minutes ago. Those few words along with this romantic smooch is all she needed for reassurance. She steps away with a wink, and stares at you as she finally takes her pants off. It’s slow and measured, challenging you to stand up and rip them off, but you are too focused on her slender legs, and the blue-striped panties to move even a muscle. When the jeans finally are off, she kicks them to the side, and with short, calculated steps, she makes her way back to you. With both hands on your shoulders, she pushes you onto your back so she can straddle your lap. The wetness of her core seeps through her underwear as she desperately grinds against your throbbing cock. When you reach for her ass again, you realize it’s not just any pair of panties: it’s a thong. When she sees your surprise, she just grins. - I need you in me right now.

To back up her words, she peels the thin, moist fabric to the side; she can’t be bothered to waste another second to actually take them off. She drags her soaking folds across your spit-coated rod a few times, giving it another layer of her slick juices. You hold your breath to listen to the barely audible wet noises, but her quickening squeals of delight suppress the noise. After a few seconds, when she deems you well lubed enough, she lifts herself, and brings your tip to her entrance. Again, you barely have a second or two to take in the glorious sight before she moves. A sharp inhale, then she sinks down on you. Not slowly. Not carefully. And despite her incredible tightness, she manages to take all of you in a single, reckless motion.

- What the- Jesus! - she screams as you bottom out.

- T-take your time, princess. - you suggest, but it’s for your own good too, because the snugness of her raw pussy is almost unbearable. You don’t even question the foregoing of condoms, you assume she knows best.

She doesn’t even seem to have heard your words, too lost in need, too impatient, after having to wait months for you. Without warning, or any easing into it, she rises up, until only your tip remains inside her silken warmth, then slams down onto you. The sharp slap of your skins echoes through the room, but not for long; this wasn’t a one time trick, or something to show off, just an appetizer. She repeats the motion again and again, harder and faster each time. Her legs can barely handle the brutal pace her body demands, so she fixes her position. With her feet planted firmly on either side of your hips, and her hands propped on your chest for support, she resumes pounding you. It might sound ironic, but there is no arguing about it: she is the one in control, she is the one doing all the work, practically using your pulsing heat as a living dildo to vent her pent up frustrations out with. - Fucking hell… Slow down! - you plead between short, ragged breaths as you hold onto her thighs for dear life, leaving red marks on her flawless skin. - I- I can’t… I need this… I need YOU, damnit! I have waited long enough…

She looks you in the eye, and in it, you can see it all. The glints of almost obsessive adoration fuelled by months of longing and affection. The guilt of hidden desires and the fire of hardly concealed lust. It’s all there, and you can’t believe it’s all for you. You can’t believe how lucky you are to have this angel turn into this insatiable succubus, drunk on your love, riding you into a world of pleasure that may have never been discovered by any other. And within those passion-darkened eyes, you see yourself: a perfect reflection of all her feelings. It’s not like she was the only one who has been fighting back their urges for days on end.

- You understand, right? - she asks, still smashing her ass against your pelvis with unwavering cadence.

- Of course… - you admit between groans. - Let me prove it. You clutch onto her legs with force to keep her in place. She cocks her head in confusion– then you thrust into her. She yelps. Her back arches. Her nails dig into your chest. And the erotic display is fuel to the fire, to your pistoning cock. The pace she has set before? You double it. That causes her voice to grow in volume two-fold too.

- Ah! Y/N! - she cries out, which spurs you on to fuck her even harder.

Now that you have taken the lead, and aren’t just along the ride - though what a ride it was - you have the chance to examine her petite body. You start from the top with her face, or at least want to, but her head is still thrown back, moaning your name between obscenities as pleasure takes over her mind. Her reddened neck looks primed to leave hickeys on, albeit that’s for another time. For an occasion when she doesn’t have to cover it up with makeup from prying eyes. Below that, her small, perky tits bounce with your every stab into her needy cunt. You reach for them with both arms, and grope her soft mounds. She bites her lips from that, but then her jaw slacks open with a guttural howl when you pinch her aroused pink nipples, and roll them between your fingers. The reaction is exactly what you hoped for, so your digits stay on her itty-bitties to continue their work. Your eyes continue their work in the meanwhile. They land on her tummy. Her abs flex constantly as she tries to keep herself steady on top of you. Her skin is patterned by little drops of sweat, some of which give in to gravity and roll down in the crevice of her toned midriff. And the more you fuck her, the more her body glows with sweat. Not too far underneath her cute belly button, the sight of her completely shaved pussy greets you. It’s arguably the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, even in its current state. Or maybe that’s exactly what makes it so enticing. It’s swollen and flushed, her folds already covered in grool, yet your pounding draws even more of the precious nectar out.

*What a shame I couldn’t taste it. Yet. * - you think to yourself.

Nana finally gets a hold of herself, at least enough to look at you. The craving in her eyes is softened with an infatuation that makes you blush. She leans forward with a weak smile, her fingers brush along your cheekbones in a soothing way, raising goosebumps on your arms. The stark contrast between the gentle touch and the obscene slapping of flesh against flesh throws you off, but your hips are moving on their own at this point, unbothered by the sudden show of affection. Not that she intended for you to slow down anyways, just wanted to look at you, adore you, one last time before she comes undone.

Because after holding back for months, this first orgasm comes fast and hits hard, like a bullet train of pleasure. Her eyes are still on yours, but glassy and unfocused now. She bites down on her tongue, trying to hold back a moan, as if she was suddenly self-conscious about making so much noise (little does she know, there aren’t any neighbours around to worry about). You give her taut ass a sharp whack, and that’s enough to get her to scream and arch her back.

- Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!!!

You don’t just let her savour the orgasm though. No. You fuck her through it. Overwhelming her senses to a degree she can’t contain. You press your thumb onto her clit– a few circles around her pearl is all it takes to turn her into a quivering mess. Her legs give out, and she drops onto your lap, practically impaling herself on your dick, preventing you from pounding her further. Her mouth is open, and you wait for a moan, a curse, a cry, but none of it ever comes. Nana doesn’t even breathe. The only sign of life you get is her walls squeezing around you periodically, clamping down on your rock solid pole.

It’s sort of a miracle you don’t lose it right there. But you hold back because you want more. More of her moans. More of her tight, silky heat. More of her pretty face distorted with pleasure. More of her jiggling breasts. More of her firm ass. More of Nana.

- Holy fuck! - she finally speaks up amidst shallow breaths - That was incredible… I never… I never came so hard in my life.

- Yeah, that felt unreal. - you agree, lacing your fingers through hers. - You are fucking perfect.

- But… But you didn’t finish yet. - she notes, slightly disappointed, but not discouraged, evident by her playful smirk. - Maybe a good look at my butt would help.

With your cock still inside her drenched slit, she spins around, and nestles into your lap. She tries to go fast right away, but her still sensitive pussy forces her to take a moment before she could properly ride you. At first, you grab onto the sheets, just watching as ripples tear through her glistening ass. But you can’t go on like that for long. Not when such perfection is right in front of you, taunting you, begging to be played with. And so you reach out, take both her taut cheeks in your palms, and give them a nice squeeze.

- Mmmh~ I knew you would like it.

- I fuckin’ LOVE it. - you correct her. When she looks back at you over her shoulders, her hair cascades down on her back, sticking to her sweaty skin. Her lust-filled gaze finds yours, stuck to her cute little bottom, and to the puckered hole in its centre. A knowing smile tugs at her lips as she turns forward again, and she rides you even faster. You spread her cheeks to get a better look at her rear entrance; it twitches, daring you to make a move. And you don’t need to be asked twice. After licking your thumb to lube it up, you inch closer and closer to her backdoor, and since Nana doesn’t protest, you press forward. To your surprise, it gives way to you without much resistance, as if she was prepared for it, wishing for it even. And judging by her loud, almost deafening moan, that’s exactly the case.

The added sensation makes her already tight cunt clench your dick even harder. She gasps, shuddering, but she doesn’t stop. She can’t. She wants to push you to your peak and past that. She wants you to cum for her, to show her how much you adore her, how much she turns you on, how good she feels. If only she knew.

- Come on Y/N… Cum for me! - she begs as she rolls her hips in a way only a practiced dancer like she can.

Your reply is a moan. A desperate, covetous wail, that gives away just how close you are to the edge. Teetering on the brink, facing the abyss… An abyss of pure bliss and overflowing emotions. Its pull is irresistible, as is Nana, and you feel the inferno in your abdomen building up, threatening to erupt at any time. And no matter how wet she is, how much she is leaking all over your lap and onto the bed sheets, it only feeds the fire more, along with your own unravelling. You are almost there, and Nana knows it too from the way your length twitches more and more inside her, and from your short, laboured breaths through gritted teeth.

- Please just fill me up already! Now that’s just cheating. One that probably works eleven out of ten times. Your body locks up as you drown in the pleasure. You try to hold her still against your pelvis as you start to unload inside her welcoming little hole, but she slaps your trembling hands away, and rides you even faster.

Did you really think she wouldn’t pay back for the ‘favour’ of you overstimulating her when she came? You should have known better.

She fucks you, until you’re a shaking mess under her– until her second orgasm hits. The way your combined moans fill the room (the whole house, really) along with the wet sounds of your mixing juices, as it sloshes around lewdly with Nana’s every movement, is completely obscene. It’s a beautifully filthy symphony, played by and for the two of you.

A/N: Your dog is in the garden, preoccupied with searching for a treat he buried a week ago, in case you’re wondering.

Nana rolls her hips slowly to ride out the last moments of her orgasm, while also milking your cock for every last drop of cum you have to offer. She purrs in delight as you fill her thirsty womb, then, once you have nothing left to give, she turns around and collapses on top of you– entirely spent, and thoroughly satisfied. Her hot breath tickles your neck as she lies on your chest, but you barely register it. Your brain is locked onto the receptors in your nether region. Still, with how out of it you are, you manage to command your body to do one thing: hug Nana close.

The two of you stay in that sticky embrace, your chests heaving against the other’s with each shallow breath while your spunk slowly drips out of her used slit. It takes a few minutes before either of you come down from the high, able to speak again.

- You are way too good at that. That had to be my biggest load yet.

- Thanks, handsome~ You are no slouch yourself. - she returns the flattery along with a small kiss, then looks at you. Her eyes sparkle with the afterglow of your ravenous lovemaking, but she has a slightly bashful expression on. - This- This was the first time anyone came inside me. I don’t know what came over me, I was just so turned on, so horny, and I really wanted to know what it felt like, and I wanted it to be you, because I didn’t know when we could do this again… And I don’t want you to think I’m the kind of girl, who just sleeps around for the heck of it, opening her legs for any-

You shut her yapper with a deep, passionate kiss, until she finally relaxes in your arms.

- You have nothing to explain, Nana. Not to me, not to yourself. - your fingers brush through her hair for further reassurance.

She stares back with adoration, then lays her head on your chest with a sigh. The stark contrast between the rough sex and the intimacy of this moment doesn’t elude you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s not like you went all out because there was not even a trace of emotion between you; it’s the exact opposite. You were both so starved for physical affection, so head over heels for the other, that this was the best and only way to release everything that’s been consuming you since your first kiss.

- I hate to be this responsible right now, - you disrupt the blissful peace - but I should take a piss. And I really need to hydrate.

- Sure… You go ahead and do that… I’ll just… wait for you here…

You steal a kiss before she rolls off of you, then you leave the room in your boxers. After you accomplish your mission and let Bingley inside, you return to Nana with two bottles of water.

- Here. You should drink too.

- Oh yeah, thanks.

- Want me to lend you a shirt for the night? - you ask after emptying half the bottle.

- Hmmm, no. I want to fall asleep cuddling like this.

- As you wish, princess.

You discard the soaked blankets for a clean one, take off your boxers, then lie behind Nana with your arms wrapped around her exhausted body. The strong scent of sex lingers in the room, only dampened by the sweetness of Nana’s shampoo. She settles deeper into your calming embrace, her bare skin still warm and damp with exertion, and it feels sooo nice against your body. Like she was always meant to be right there. Right here. With you. The only sound disturbing the tranquil silence is the nestling from her thighs as they absentmindedly rub together at the delicious soreness you left in her. Until you remember something.

- Oh! Just one more thing.

- Mmm? - she groans, barely awake.

- I love you.

- I know. - she leaves the words hanging for a few, very uncomfortable seconds - I love you too.

Her breaths become silent purrs, and her pulse slows to a soothing thrum against your palm on her stomach. She threads her fingers through yours, content, loved, comfy, pleased.

- Good night princess.

- Mmm~

You stay awake for a while, drawing little circles on the back of her hand, replaying the events of today in your head. Especially this last half an hour. Would she have been like this if you went all the way earlier? Who knows? Who cares? Was it worth the wait regardless? Absolutely. Because all that matters is her, lying in your arms, naked, after the best sex of your life. So far! Because with Nana, you know you will have all the fun in the world– in and out of bed. And doubtless, she will prove that in the morning when she wakes up by your side. By her beloved Y/N.

#kpop smut #male reader #wooah nana #girl group smut #female idol smut #nana smut #kwon nayeon

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I'm going to a post full details under the cut, but a short run down:

I've sort of vaguely mentioned this here and there but this year I'm forcing myself to go on a long hiatus. Its been something in the plans for years now, but I can't put it off any longer because 2024 was the worst wrist pain I've dealt with and I don't want to risk permanently damaging myself if I haven't already.

If you're waiting on a comm, don't worry! My hiatus won't officially start until I've finished them all up (estimating April-May to finish up everything), so just bare with me!

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So this has been a long time coming but this year I’ll be taking a long hiatus. This is something I’ve wanted to do for years but I can’t put it off any longer due to how bad my wrist pain was in 2024. I’m feeling incredibly burnt out as well and my turn around times growing longer and longer is a very clear sign of it. It also means I’ve had a growing anxiety that if I continue at this pace I will end up doing permanent damage to my body, if I haven’t already. Creating art is the one thing I know I want to do for the rest of my life, be that drawing for myself or helping other people see their visions come to life, and I don’t want to put that at risk.

So I can’t put my hiatus off any longer and I’m making this year the start. If you are still waiting on a commission from me, don’t worry! I am going to keep working on them and my official hiatus time won’t start until everything has been finished up. I’m estimating April to May to get everything cleared off the table since I’m going to work at a steady pace. Character sheet commissions are going to remain open, they are not in high demand and I can put them in a queue and so should anyone have interest in one during my hiatus, it could be something I pick up when I need the extra cash. However all other types of commissions are going to be unavailable for the foreseeable future.

I am aiming for a 6 month long hiatus at the least. If I can go longer I will aim for a full year break. Freelance and commission work has been my main source of income for over 10 years now, so during this time I may also look into getting a part time job so I don't have to rely so heavily on art, which will also affect how much I’ll be able to take on in the future. I’m not quitting art during this hiatus, I do want to keep drawing and creating! But I will be working at a slower pace, creating for myself, experimenting and trying other projects. I also have more merch ideas on the list to work on! I’ve got some plush designs I want to have made,namely a new Zenos plush that will have doll fiber hair that can be brushed and styled.

I will also design more tag style keychains with more XIV characters (like the Scions and other major NPCs), since people have really liked those a lot! I’ll also plan out some other ideas and maybe design some original design plushies or other merch. We’ll see!

If anyone enjoys my work and wants to help support me during my hiatus, please check out my available merch. I have prints on INPRNT, and a variety of items on Ko-Fi (limited prints, artbooks both physical and digital, keychains, stickers, etc.), I also have a patreon where I post process videos of illustrations. You can also drop donations of my Ko-Fi. I will be adding a goal that I’ll set at a high amount I don't expect to reach, just because I personally want a visual of donations or purchases during my break. Even small donations would mean a lot. If only 10% of my followers on twitter or tumblr bought a single Ko-Fi donation, it would be a substantial amount of money. I say this not to guilt folks into donating, but to point out small donations can still have a lot of power. And so I appreciate any support at all!

Thank you so much if you read this entire message. It means a lot to me and I hope a good long break means when I’m able to get back to commission and freelance I’ll approach them with much more vigor and skill!

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kyri45 · 10 months ago

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✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 12/09✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@snsp6 I really hope that this won’t change MK’s view on his bio dads :( Anonimo Hello! Wanted to ask or more so I am wondering, will MK start seeing Wukong differently after finding out he literally killed Mac and even after seeing their past and how close they were, dam the trauma, anyhoo I love your art and the Shadowpeach bio parent au! Keep up the great work! >:D

Oh it will. (In a good way? a Bad? that's for me to know and for you to wait a week to know)

@hopefulbelievertimemachine Imagine if MK found someone who recently found out that they were a demon and he comforts them cuz he had a similar experience.

Oh that would be sooo wholesome!!! It's one of my fav trope when there's another character who go throught the same exact thing as another character and the two of them bond over this.

@zammy357 Hello, hope your day/night is going well. I wanted to ask since me and a friend like your bio parents blog and wanted to know if we can use it for an arc? Our blog is called @amnesia-wukong-au. We wanted to ask before we started doing it.

Hi!! Yeah sure as long you tag me and the masterpost of the shadowpeach au

Anonimo Wait what is a glamour (in context of Sun Wukong and Macaque)

A glamour is a magic spell that changes/cover your appearance. Like in the show macaque should technically have 6 ears. for animation purposi I guess they are not drawing all of them, but we say he uses a glamour also for covering his scarred eye.

@clueless-simp ha chiesto: What if PIF, BDK, Sun Wukong, and Macaque (and most definitely Mei) did a "parent trap" tactic to get MK and Red Son together? Setting things up, getting them alone together, pretending they are all busy, and the only option is for them to spend time together under the sunset XD XD XD

Oh no that would end bad. like-comically bad.

@honeylavender27 ha chiesto: Imagine red realizing mk doesn't know about court napping and just invites him over one day. Red son: so I'm sure your wondering why I invited you here.. Mk: yeah it's kinda weird you didn't want Mei to come. Is everything ok? Red: perfect actually, I'll explain everything just enter here first please. Mk: oh ok -walks into the prepared courtnapping room and gets locked in-.....uh red? Redson: consider yourself courtnapped...

Ahah poor MK. I think they would make a disastrous courtnapping that would be the equivalent of the phrase "task failed succesfully"

@artgurusauce ha chiesto: ARGGGHHHH, they're SO CUTE! I love your bioparent AU so much! Altho I am wondering: When MK turns back to normal would he retain some subconscious paternal attachment to our ol boys here? Maybe he even calls Macaque "Mom" without realizing it...

@blazerratbluefire-blog ha chiesto: Plot twist of the century for the oblivious monkey men. MK remembers ~everything~ when he was a cub! I'm not sure if that is what is planned, but! It would be really funny! Especially if he just calls Macaque 'Mama' all casual and just walks away. While Macaque EXP. has crashed and is rebooting. Gosh, that would be so cute! I absolutely love your artwork, by the way! It is so adorable!

Can't answer yet. He does NOT have memories, but he will remember ONE thing...

@daniellemarvel4 Hi, fist off I love your work and can't wait to see what you do next! I was wondering who is more protective of MK when it comes to Red Son? Whether that would be Pigsy, Wukong, Macaque, or even Tang (mabye Mei but I don't think she could stay serious long enough). Also, can we see what Sandy's doing?

mmmmmm---- I think Wukong. Freenoodle is pretty chill with the DBK family after everything that happened. Mac is also quite alright since he was always in good relationship with them. I would say Wukong would just want to be sure his kid doesn't get hurt by the fire in any way

Anonimo I've been squealing, grinning, and kicking my feet going through the Shadowpeach Bio parents AU. Baby MK has been SO CUTE and fun. I wonder if he's going to remember or be embarrassed about it. Another part of me hopes that river is still in play so Sun & Mac can fall in and suddenly MK and everyone has 2 chaotic super-powered Baby Monkeys to take care off 😭 😭 😭

Anonimo ha chiesto: I almost cried they are sooo cute. I hope that we get more sweet family content. Loving the comic thanks for making it 💕💕💕💕

Anonimo ha chiesto: I don’t want the cure to work ! Or could it be like that: MK is such a powerful being that the Dosis Pif gave them, just wasn’t strong enough. Instead it only aged MK up a bit so now he is a small kid or a teenager but not a grown ass money man again. I am not ready to leave the monkey family stuff behind 🥺

unfortunately the river has been close untile further notice. (dw this wont be the end)

@cutvdo ha chiesto: Mei bribing Red Son with baby MK pictures

@luciferapollyon ha chiesto: I hope Mei, Red Son, Macaque and Wukong all got pics before they turned MK back

Anonimo ha chiesto: DHJSJDJDH LIL BABY BEAN! I wonder if Wukong and Macaque took any pics of lil MK while he was smol baby? She would keep them and use them as blackmail. (affectionately)

Anonimo ha chiesto: Your shadowpeach bio parent au is just perfect!! Thankyou for feeding the fandom with the nectar of the gods!!! Especially the one where mac slips into the bed after wukong waits all night. Like Mac would wake up in the morning and see him fast asleep and think of Peng asking 'is there anything Wukong could do that would break his hold over you?' and just seeing him at his most vulnerable right now he's like 'no, not when he always gives me a reason to stay.'

MY HEART

@queen-of-purple-roses Wait if MK is experiencing Macaque’s memories then does that mean that Macaque can experience MK’s? Are they able to dive into each other’s minds?

So the thing is that MK is hearing the past from both POVs. Macaque by definition can hear ANYTHING so yeah he could definitely experience MKs memories. But the thing is-does he want to? I headcanon that his future-present-past hearing abilities are something he only used a couple of times, and because what he heard from them was so traumatic, he decided to NOT use them again (like wukong laser eyes)

@sillygothpartykid ha chiesto: I know everyone is asking you to make the gay monkeys kiss but I actually like how you are developing their relationship. You letting them work through their problems and feeling first giving us that sweet, sweet slow burn! Love your art btw!❤️❤️❤️

awwww ty!!!! yes pls slow burn for life.

@kraytherandomchick ha chiesto: Hey, love your ShadowPeach AU! (Started rereading it after crying from the season 5 finale hehe :'D) But there's always something that's kinda stuck in my head, if MK's no longer immortal, would Macaque or Wukong get sad at the thought of getting older and forced keep going without him?

So- *sigh* technically, we don't really know MK immortality status. it's a grey area for now. Because on one side, he's a stone monkey, who, by nature like Wukong, can perfectly age and grow like a normal monkey. On the other hand, he's technically died already, and by the time he was created by Nuwa, both his biological fathers were already immortal (Wukong bc yes, Macaque because he's a demon, and he can die from wounds and illness, but can't age)

So to answer: we don't know yet what's with him. we will see (I promise that)

@lmk4ever ha chiesto: I LOVE THE SHADOW PEACH BIO PARENT AU SO MUCH!! Mk boi is so lucky to have a artist like you and fathers like them. I want to ask, will shadowpeach ever get into a fight out of anger in front of Mk? Or did they moved on from that phase?

If they will fight it will be more of like- the 2 dads grounding MK. If they need to fight they learned that they need to go on another mountain to do it so they don't bother their child

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will we get a traffic light trio ship?

Probably not, but I'm all for dragonfruit/spicynoodle and having MK and Mei NOT dating each other at the same time.

@yuk1yun ha chiesto: If lmk season 6 isn't like your au, then I don't want to watch it

BRUH THAT'S THE NICEST THING I HEARD ALL WEEK

@conniescialla ha chiesto: HIIII!! ok scusa l'italiano ma letteralmente trovare artisti italiani ispira sempre quel momento patriottico alla YES ONE OF US MUAHHAHAH Scherzi a parte, il comic Shadowpeach bio parents Au è meraviglioso, si approva soprattutto l'hurt/comfort ;p

Tanti kudos!!<3

AAAAHHH CHE BELLO UN ALTR* ITALIAN*!!!!!

Anonimo ha chiesto: I really wanna see jelous wukong!!!!!! I dunno maybe some random demon trying to flirt with emo monkie or something and wukong is like oh hell no!! He is mine!! I think it would be so cute

he would become incredibly possessive and start hissing and growling like a tiger. NOBODY TOUCHES MY SOFT PILLOW

Anonimo ha chiesto: I think it would be so cute if Wukong would take care of sick Macaque! It would show Macaque that Wukong changed and is no longer like he was before. I wonder if Macaque got sick, would MK help or would Macaque be too stubborn to let anyone know.

I know everyone says Wukong is this great sage with incredible abilities in every field (and he is) but I would like to imagine that, since he needs to do these thing for Macaque specifically, he's so stressed over the fact he needs to do them perfectly that he fucks up lmao.

Like, he would try his best to take care of him and almost burn the kitchen in the meantime, while Macaque was only hoping the two of them could just stay more in bed cuddling each other

Anonimo ha chiesto: im just imagining Mac getting anxious becouse he cannot find baby MK and Wukong is there to calm him down

@shadowpeachera ha chiesto: Heyy I absolutely love your shadowpeach bio au, the drawings, the text its perfect! Did Mk every run off or get into trouble now that he’s a cub or even play games with Wukong and Macaque like hide and seek? That would be really cute. I can imagine them playing hide and seek while Mk discovers he can make shadow portals, meanwhile his parents are stressing and scared as they have no idea where he is.

i think both of them would freak out.

WAIT I HAVE THE PIC I HAVE THE PIC

I'VE BEEN SAVING THIS PIC SINCE 2017

@nyx-daughterofchaos98 ha chiesto: Hi! For LMK, I watched a nature documentary on Monkeys the other day and a lot of monkeys correct each others behavior by doing something called “Disciplinary Nips” or “Discipline Bites” (This isn’t a sexual ask I promise) I think it would be absolutely hilarious, if Macaque and Wukong are napping together, and for whatever reason, Wukong keeps moving around, unable to get comfortable. And in his sleep-riddled state, Macaque gets annoyed and bites him. 🤣 Like; I’M TRYING TO SLEEP! KNOCK IT OFF! 🤣🤣🤣 And when Wukong does stop moving, Macaque does actually fall asleep. Even better is if Macaque wakes up and has absolutely No Idea he bit Wukong because he was half asleep at the time. Or he thinks it was a dream and ensue the shenanigans when he realizes it wasn’t.

OMG THAT'S SO CUTE AND SILLY AAHHHH!!! EVEN BETTER: what if they do this without noticing BEFORE they are like-actually romantically back together, and someone sees the mark bites AND THEY START TO ASSUME CERTAIN THINGS BRUH.

@tabs-tabi-tabby Can Macaque help with MK’s clones? Or would that be Wukong’s area?

MK can't make the same clones macaque has. He can control a little bit his own shadow, and use that as a clone. so as long as it's his own shadow, it's more Mac area, if it's his own hair clone then it's Wukong's

@startdustmonkie ha chiesto: Does Mk and or Wukong know about Savage and Rumble? (If so how did they find out about them?) — (also: do Savage and Rumble see Mama macaque as a parent?)

@mushrum-soup ha chiesto: Hi just wanted to say I absolutely adore your shadow peach au it's literally the highlight of my week 💖I was wondering tho are rumble and savage just shadow clones in your au or similar to their Lego counterparts :O?

Yes they know about them. No they aren't his kids let's say. My own personal headcanon for the Au (or the show in general) is that they are both Macaque shadow, like- clones with a little bit of personality just like MK clones represent specific parts of his personality. He has 2 of them because he lived 2 lives, one before and one after he was brought back to life.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Just read the latest Shadowpeach bio kid comic, and i cant help but giggle a bit at how MK’s chirp woke Wukong and Macaque up lmao just the “and they snoozing- OH SHIT BABY CHIRPING WHATS WRONG-“

HE IS BABYYYY

@hellobur ha chiesto: Did you base when mk was reaching fr macaque after he was walking away because mk called him mama after this or was it a funny coincidence (mk also doe the pose but I can't find it lol)

Also I absolutely love this story and your art your work is incredible! ^^

Omg LMAO NO I DIDN’T BUT NOW IT’S 100% MORE FUNNY

@dragonaboni-blog ha chiesto: Hi! First off, I love your art and your Shadowpeach AU, it's the reason I'm reactivating my own Tumblr account lol One of my favorite tropes in this story is "A gets sick and B takes care of him" so I'm wondering… What would that trope be like in the AU? What would the monkey trio be like when they got sick? Do any of them sleep through their illness? Or are any of them extremely dramatic like "These will be my last words…"? CoughcoughWUKONGCoughcough

Aaahh I’ve seen a lot of asks asking this one but honestly I don t know If I’ll ever draw that trope. Maybe bc Wukong should technically have canonically too much knowledge about general illness to be worried about normal daily life illness. If it was something more life-threating. Maybe yes, but I still have to cook.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Counterpoint: wukong can't handle spicy foods because he has no impulse control and his monkee brain wants him to only eat fruit and peaches

Ouch. Yes that seems about accurate for him lmao

Anonimo ha chiesto: About the lmk bio au.... we have seen that MK can manipulate certain parts of his body in the 72 transformations... so..... Wukong and Macaque could technically have children.

I’ll be 100% honest I have no idea if stone monkeys are…fertile?

Anonimo Hey there! I am in love with your art. LMK is something that came into my life recently and damn I love it so much! Love your AU, and I can't wait to see more of it. Funnily, since the baby MK incident I imagine this later on becoming a somewhat spark of many funny arguments later on. What I mean is I see baby MK has a favorite parent (*cough-cough* MacCRACK *cough-cough*) [Sorry with the name joke, couldn't help myself]. XD. And I imagine Wukong be a bit jealous at times and go 'Anything you can do I can do better XD' Also see lovely Redson have a thing for MK, and then I imagine him ask his parents about advice on pursuing his crush. "So who is the lucky girl?" "Well, you already know him-" *Spits out water* "You got yourself a husband?" "What, no I haven't yet-!"

Aww I don't think MK would have a favourite but definitely there are times where he wants one parent more than the other (play time with Wukong, nap time with Mamacaque)

Anonimo ha chiesto: Yknow what they say… like father like son! In the sense that they’re all gay /j

Oh yeah absolutely it's genetic/j

@wolfasketch ha chiesto: Mac being on the sunny side and Wuwu being in the shadows

I know I'm looking into it too much but- AHHH!!!

That was unintentional but HOLY SIT U R RIGHT

Anonimo ha chiesto: Poor Red Boy never got to see baby MK! Imagine him just staring at the adorableness that is baby MK and being like 'I hope our future children look just like you OH MY GODS YOU'RE ADORABLE'. Baby MK: :3

Their child will literally be Kai from Ninjago so I guess THEY ARE RIGHT HE WILL BE

Anonimo ha chiesto: And then MK will wake up back to normal, confused, but proud that he managed to get them even closer?

100% yes

@drowning-in-webnovel-chapters ha chiesto: I can't imagine how the monkey dads are gonna try to go back to sleep after that, oof. Also Wukong definitely knows all that from when he used to help Macaque through visions, right?

Yup! He does indeed!

Anonimo ha chiesto: I’m guessing MK is getting a mini version of Macaque’s “can hear the past/present/future” thingy, did he managed to hear it accidentally or was he trying to learn more about his powers/Shadowpeach’s past ?

Yes, he was just wondering since last time that he found the sleeping cuddling with him, what exactly happened for them to rift away. Guess curiosity killed the cat

@aurabooboo ha chiesto: So. I'm rewatching season 5, right? I noticed that they almost had a yelling match with MK right in the middle. Would Wukong apologize to him for that?

These 3 have so much to talk about… i wont draw everything, but they definitely apologised offscreen.

@elianaroselight ha chiesto: It is quite telling how Wukong immediately knew what to do to help calm MK, but also, Macaque coming in with the perspective of having gone through it himself. The need for them to remain close by and wait until Mk is asleep before trying to leave. This means Mac has been through exactly what he is telling them not to do and knows the pain, sorrow and trauma that comes from feeling abandoned like this. They may be facing their past hurting their own kid through proxy and try to help him fight against the trauma. Luckily they have good people to help when they themselves can't. *looks at Freenoodles*

Yup! Their response is exactly related to what they do to calm the other!

@thenerdycupcake ha chiesto: So, does MK’s gold vision combine with his hearing sometimes so that he sees some of what he’s hearing from the past?

Oooohhh i guess he does! So he can literally see and hear the past!

@frogsfandoms ha chiesto: Omg why can I see after MK wakes up he thinks that it isn’t the past he’s hearing and that it actually just happened. Rushing to see if Wukong and Macaque are hurt and or trying to stop them from fighting 😭😭😭

Oohhh our baby still doesn’t want to believe it actually happened :(

Anonimo ha chiesto: Adult MK: OH MY GOD A SPIDER *desperate scared monkey noises* Baby MK: what's this? A 5 starts meal? *Tries to chomp said spider* He's gonna be sooo disgusted when someone tells him he tried to eat one fkdkdlfmfl

Oh poor MK. He’ll be teased about this for the rest of his days.

@sailera ha chiesto: Hello I have question about you Shadowpeach bio dads au- How would Pigsy react that his only employee turned to a baby? And hadn’t answered his phone in few days? Also love your art!! And your ISAT comic got me again interested in playing Sky ✨

Mk only became a baby for like- 20 hours. Mei told him that he stayed at FFM because he was ‘tired after training’. As of now Pigsy didn!t found out

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That's all for this week! Thank you a lot for all the asks!

#shadowpeach bio parents au #ask box #kyri45

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forgeofthenine · 2 years ago

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Omg in the last few posts you were talking about heat as in temperature but my brain registered it as something COMPLETELY different and it got me thinking…

What if tieflings had some kind of a heat cycle and they get extra sensitive and desperate because of it?? I can imagine Zevlor and Rolan being super embarrassed or nervous to bring it up, maybe Dammon’s more chill about it but still extra needy

So, this has absolutely been a passing thought in my mind and as soon as this request came in I knew I just had to push it to the front of my request queue, purely for my own mental health lol

Gotta admit, I'm a fan of omegaverse dynamics and I actually looked a little into irl animal biology and mating behaviour to get a better feel for what I think tieflings would be the most like. So this has both general headcanons and some NSFW headcanons for the individual bachelors

You probably didn't expect quite this much (over a thousand words of tief content) when requesting but this had me in a chokehold, I hope everyone enjoys <3

TW: NSFW under the cut, very heavy breeding kink, overstimulation, alpha/omega adjacent dynamics

Tiefling NSFW heat and rut headcanons

General

So, I feel like once all tiefs reach sexual maturity they'll start to either have heats or ruts, depending on their biology

Anyone with female biology will have a heat, and I feel like they'd have heats similar to cats but with a slightly longer time between heats

So generally they'd have a heat every two to three months or so unless they're pregnant or have other health issues

For the ones with male biology they'd definitely have a rut

They'd follow similar patterns to the women, but it's not unusual for some tieflings to have longer stretches between their ruts if they don't have a partner

A single tiefling that isn't particularly sexually active might only go into rut once or twice a year

I do think a male tiefling could prematurely go into rut if exposed to a females heat, and couples that have been together for a while will sync up

They have pretty typical heat and rut behaviours with nesting, possessiveness, and a pretty undeniable breeding kink

Nesting, possessiveness, and general mood shifts tend to start setting in during pre-heats and pre-ruts

Pre-heats and pre-ruts can last two to five days, and a full heat and rut can last anywhere from two days to a full week depending on the individual

In saying that, having a partner can definitely shorten both heats and ruts, so single tieflings working through things by themselves will have longer heats or ruts

Heats and ruts can also become more painful the longer they go on without the relief of a sexual partner

Tieflings can tell when others are in heat and rut mostly through pheromones, but a female tieflings tail will also involuntarily lift when she's in pre-heat/heat and around a male

I wonder if I should go so far as to headcanon that they have knots, I did already give them all ridged dicks

Dammon

If you and Dammon aren't dating then he'll be much more shy about his ruts

He basically disappears from his forge and the public for a few days and then comes back as if nothing happened

Once you start dating him is when you find out why he pulls the disappearing act

Dammon is actually very open about it now you're both together and have already been intimate

Blushes slightly while trying to explain some of the more physical, primal aspects

Would flush even more if you tell him you find the whole thing incredibly attractive

The next time he has his rut, you're the only person allowed to see him, and he really is a sight

Naked and tangled in his sheets, all flushed and tense, undeniably hard as he palms himself while looking over at you

Even the way he strips you of your clothing is different, he just about rips it off you as he kisses and nips down your neck and chest

While Dammon is usually one to take his time with making you feel good when he's in rut the only thing on his mind is getting to cum

Though even in his hazy mind frame he still makes sure you're comfortable the whole time

Even a near sex crazed and highly hormonal Dammon is still a very caring partner

You know he's going to bend you in half as he fucks you, he just loves how good you look underneath him like that

Breeding kink go brrrr

This man always fucks like he's trying to breed you but it's off the charts when he's in rut

I hope you're ready to be fucked within an inch of your life because his refractory period ceases to exist

Absolutely watches as he pulls out of you and some of him cum leaks out because he's stuffed you so full

Dammon praises you so well too, you can not shut up this man and his dirty talk

"That's it gorgeous, you take my cock so well."

"You gonna make me a daddy, darling? 'm gonna knock you up, full you up with my cum."

Once his rut dies down enough, he'll scoop you up for a bath

There is no way you could stand after the way this man just wrecked you-

Dammon takes very good care of you, and then you do it all again the next day

Zevlor

Whether you're dating Zevlor or not, he's your personal wealth of knowledge on everything tiefling

So what do you do when a book you read mentions 'the times of year and conditions unique to tieflings' and doesn't explain it?

You go and find your favourite paladin

Zevlor is so embarrassed, dating or not, explaining to you how tiefling heats and ruts work

Can't even keep his eyes on you

When you two are dating and you realise you didn't see him at all yesterday, it's time to go hunting for the man

You have an idea of what might be going on but nothing prepares you for what you find

Much like Dammon, you find him tangled in his bed sheets desperately trying to get himself off

He lets out the sexiest groan when he sees you standing there

He's the gentlest of the three while working through his rut

Even then, Zevlor is noticeably rougher with you than usual

Has you in a missionary position, his whole body pressed to yours as he pants in your ear and thrusts into you

Zevlor can't keep his hands off you when he's in rut, they're all over your hips and chest and giving light tugs to your hair

He gives into the primal need to mark you too, it's the only time he'll give you hickeys

Breeding kink: the sequel

Absolutely tells you he's going to breed you, and fucks you like he means it

Doesn't even think as he uses his hands and tail to spread your legs so he can fuck you deeper

Zevlor loves to look at the way you tremble every time he fills you with cum, using his fingers to help you get off at the same time

Even while he's trying to find his own relief, he makes sure to make you cum so many times you end up overstimulated and about to cry from the pleasure

Definitely has you cockwarm him as the two of rest, the thought of you keeping his seed so deep in you until it takes just gets him going again

You'll know he's ready for another round when Zevlor starts grinding himself into you again

When the worst of his rut is over he gives you the best massages

Apologises so profusely too the first few times you help him through his rut, even if you tell him how much you like it

Rolan

There is no way Rolan is ever telling you anything about heats and ruts

Absolutely forbidd his siblings from mentioning it too, he's just way too embarrassed for you to know

Even when you guys are dating he just locks himself away in his tower for a week while he works through it and recovers

This man will not tell you anything

And then he forgets to lock the door

As soon as you open it you're met with the sight of a whiney, teary eyed Rolan trying to get off by grinding against a pillow in desperation

Unlike with the other two, there's no clear 'top' when you're with Rolan during his rut

He loves having you ride him until he sees stars just as much as he wants to bend you over his desk until everyone else in Ramaziths tower can hear you scream

Rolan loves hearing you when he's in rut

Yell his name, tell him that you belong to him, tell him how good he fucks you, say he looks so pretty when you ride him-

He loves all of it so much

He's also the one that bites you the hardest, expect him to draw at least a little bit of blood by accident

Breeding kink: the trilogy

Rolan isn't letting you leave the room unless he's knocked you up

Absolutely puts a fertility spell on you by brushing his hand over your lower belly and murmuring the words

He also refuses to pull out unless it's to change positions, and if any cum leaks out of you he'll push it back in with his fingers

Overstimulation is the name of the game with Rolan, he wants you both overstimulated and crying and completely fucked out

This man believes in equality and we love him for it

The youngest of the tiefling bachelors and definitely the most pent up, it'll take all day before he calms down enough for the two of you to rest

When things do calm down, after he makes sure you're both clean and fed, Rolan wraps you up with him in his bed and will read to you

It's his own personal flavour of aftercare, cuddling and reading your favourite book as he makes sure you're comfortable and happy

And it all starts over when you wake up the next morning with him hard as a rock against your ass

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lostintransist · 3 months ago

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COOKED. BAKED. BARBECUED 🙏 thank you☆

Thank you! I enjoy writing shorter fun blurbs amidst my giant ass stories.

Anon I have been looking for an excuse to write about this smarmy asshole for a while. Excuse me while I run with your compliment 😅😘

Phillip Graves loved heading home after jobs. The shift from dry air recirculating air of the plane to the moisturizing soup that passed for oxygen in the south east of Texas was the first sign he could relax.

The second sign often was his sister's incessant calls to his phone as she circled the airport waiting for him. Lillian hated waiting for her little brother. She complained he took an excessive amount of time to escape the airport despite him never checking a bag and having the skills and leg length to stride past hordes of others attempt to escape the liminal hell that is the airport.

If ever you meet a powerful man and want to be reminded he is no more than a man, you should see him with his family. They do not care if their brother can topple governments. He is just a person who flinches when his sister points a wooden spoon at him too aggressively. He can't forget the times it connected before.

The third sign that Phil had arrived home was the smell of BBQ drifting into his nose. The owner of the food truck had found a perfect spot to set up three times a week; the parking lot of a local gym. Stupidly smart businessmen.

Phil could hold himself back from many things. Fall off the bone ribs after a hearty work out could never be one of those things.

He has noticed you inside the gym. Of course he did, it was his job to notice. You were strongly built, a feast for his eyes.

Phil had learned dainty was never going to pull him in quite like the ability for a woman to lay him out if he mouthed off. Or tie him down and edge him to hell, whatever her prerogative happened to be. Mmm his last girlfriend hadn't been interested in strapping him to the bed and fucking him within and inch of his life. Yeah, that's what he needed on this leave—days without leaving the bedroom and a woman who would fuck him like she hated him.

Now Phil is an opportunist; he won't take shots that will likely miss. He noticed you in the gym but only let his fantasies run wild and not his mouth. He finished up his workout and left the gym, presumably leaving you behind for good.

He would have left you behind, but it seemed you also had a hankering for some of the best BBQ in the state. You seemed smart enough not to say that out loud though. Highly contested titles were highly contested for a reason.

Having gotten his overfull styrofoam box Phil settled in the one patch of shade near the food truck. Everyone else piled back into their cars and drove away to enjoy, but Phil didn't want to wait. The meal settled on his knees he dived in.

When you join the queue, spandex pulled snug across your body, Phil watches. Taking in the view of you moving with a purpose and smiling at the man taking your order, he adds these to the mental files for later. Creepy? Maybe. But he didn't make it your problem.

Tucking into his meal Phil is pleasantly surprised when the sound of shoes slapping concrete pulls him from the haze of good seasoning and moist meat. Looking up, it's you.

Instead of offering a smile like southern hospitality instructed, you point to the shade next to him.

"That free?"

Phil lifted a brow and gestured to the open space with an elbow. Swallowing down his bite, Phil lets you settle before he speaks up. The rib pinched between his fingers has a bite left. He didn't learn much from his father, but he did learn not to waste his food.

"That accent is too strong to have been here long." Phil presses the knuckle of one hand to his mouth he cleared his throat. "What brought you out this way?"

"A cheating man, why else does someone move here?" You give him a hard side eye as you dig into your mashed potatoes.

He opens his mouth to continue the conversation, ignoring the clear 'I don't want to talk about this' vibes you are throwing off.

You cut him off before the air can leave his lungs to form words.

"I'm going to a sex party tonight."

Ah so you had learned how to get the religion folks to back off. Interesting. Meant you had been out this way a while.

"Interesting, which club?" Phil keeps his eye on his food as he names off a few larger ones and several smaller ones. He clocks the slight twitch when he picks the right one.

"You sure know a lot of clubs out here," you glance over to him with narrowed eyes before picking up your own rib.

"Mmm. Maybe I'll see you out tonight," Phil drops the information casually like he hasn't adjusted every plan he has in the hopes of wearing you like a mask.

"Maybe," you reply noncommittally.

Silence between the gusts of wind is all that is between you until Phil suckles the sauce from his fingers and closes his box. The best thing about this food truck is the leftovers.

Phil stands, throws you a wink, and walks to his lovingly restores 1960's Chevy truck.

Imagining the look on your face when he is introduced as one of the owners of the club you are going to tonight got him through. Through the rest of the day with his sister, through dinner with his family without punching someone out, and through the traffic that would normally have him cursing people out in all his favorite swear words from across the globe.

He had been wrong. The look on your face was better than anything he could have imagined.

Masterlist

#cod #fanfiction #cod x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x you

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obliviouskara · 3 months ago

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i cant stop thinking about the idea of supercorp being casual friends eventually turned lovers. but they linger on being friends for too long. long enough that alex can't stop rolling her eyes whenever she sees how they both act nothing like "just friends" and probably everything more but they both insist that they're friends. "best of friend" as kara likes to consistently point out that while lena makes a strained smile on her face almost to a point where she looks like she's in actual pain. this makes everyone in the room groan internally because anyone with a clear set of eyes could see that they were anything but. that they should probably be more than just.

everyone but them.

but the reality of the matter is that they really are just friends. friends that have lunch dates together, friends that go out so often that everyone thinks they've been dating for so long. friends that brighten each others day and go out of their way to make sure to console the other whenever they're having a bad one. they're friends that would reek havoc across the entire universe when the other isn't safe. they're friends that are willing to drop everything - sacrifice everything even to the point of their own well being for the safety of the other. friends that would search heaven and hell and literally flip the world upside down if the other went missing or was in danger. they're friends that linger on each other's apartment too long too late, to where they both end up sleeping at each other's apartment even though both their apartments are a few meters away. arguably walking distance at best. friends that have their toothbrush and spare clothes at each other's apartment just because. friends that send ridiculous amount of pictures of each other for friends that also spend almost every waking moment together and still send "i miss you" messages after being apart for more than a day. friends. that's what they've always been even though they've probably had the most dramatic (alex's words) emotional (kelly's words) sapphic (sam's words) friendship break up in the century which for the sake of their friendship will no longer be discussed because they're fine and they're okay. they're back where they used to be.

but maybe, just maybe they were never really just friend. maybe one of them (preferably the alien one) has not fully grasp yet the social queue does not fully know the difference between being someone's friend and falling madly and deeply for someone. while the other is too broken, too scared, too fragile to think of the possibility that they could be more than just friends. friends is safe. friends is what she deserves. there is no way someone like her friend kara would ever fall for someone like lena.

ahhh what a beautiful & painful mess they are.

#✦ ・ jessrambles #i forgot i made this #or wrote this #during my supercorp hyperfixation phase #found this on my drafts #now we get to enjoy #i totally forgot where i was going with this btw #supercorp #fic: supercorp #fic rec #otp: we're destined you and I #jessreads

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missust3l3vision · 18 days ago

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Blue Hair

Description: You dye your hair and Joost really likes it, but he can tell something caused this.

Dating Joost was magical, but distant at times. You were stuck in Amsterdam while he toured around the world, never sticking around too long.

In-between the tour dates you had a bit of a breakdown. The feeling of missing your boyfriend as well as miney troubles had you do something without thinking. Nothing extreme, just enough that you needed change.

That's how you had landed in a salon chair staring at a blue headed woman who stared back at you in the mirror. You sat down numb and now were feeling a lot of things.

It was beautiful but different. The smell of hair spray had been strong, enough to make your eyes water.

"What are your plans for the rest of the day blueberry?" The stylist asked as she fluffed your hair.

"Oh nothing," as soon as the words escaped you the realisation hit you. At 6pm you had dinner plans with Joost. He was home for a week and you had completely forgot.

Getting back to your apartment you put on a nice dress, retouched your make up, and texted him confirming plans.

And now here you were. Waiting in the foyer of your apartment building. Pacing back and fourth when you got a text.

💬 Outside :)

Fuck. You needed more time, sending a thumbs up to him you walked out. He was sitting in his car fiddling with something on his phone. Joost didn't notice you until you got in the car, his head raising.

"Hey," you said sliding in and clicking on your seat belt. His eyes widened as they surveyed the change, "Do you like it?"

"Ja. A lot" He reached his hand out about to touch your hair before jerking back "Can I touch it?" Getting the nod of approval from you, he grinned wide.

You had known him for a long time, and yet everytime he smiled you felt the same bubbling sensation in your chest. As his finger curled around a piece of the hair he spoke.

"Its awesome. I've been wanting to do blue but seeing it on you? It's gorgeous." He let go and handed you the phone you saw he had been setting up a queue.

All your favourite songs with a few of his sprinkled in. Hitting start the cars speakers came to life and he began to drive.

You used to tease Joost about not having his licence, so much that one day he came home with a car key and papers in hand. He was so smug.

Now you sat in that same car, your eyes set on the street as you and your boyfriend hummed along to the music.

"What made you think to do it?" Joost asked during a slower song, stopping at a red light. You could feel his eyes on you.

"Nothing made me, I wanted to do it." You spoke. Your voice unsure. A long pause followed. One where you could taste the lie on your tongue.

Ans still Joost said nothing. Just tapping his hand against the steering wheel softly. Maybe it was having him back that made you go on.

"I think you being away might have had a bit of an impact. Not that it's your fault. I was just feeling lonely."

You confessed, his hands stopped strumming and he let out a small sigh, you didn't want to but your first instinct was to apologise.

"I'm sorry-" he cut you off, his eyes turned down and voice clear.

"No. I'm sorry. I should have come home weeks ago, I was stupid to stay." His hand lifted from the wheel and held your hand. "If you are ever really missing me call me Liefde, I'll be on the first plane back."

You squeezed his hand and nodded. He had told you that a dozen times and it still never helped the ache inside you.

"I know, but I can't bring myself to do that. Taking you away from all the fun? I'd be a horrible girlfriend." Joost shook his head.

"Y/n, You are anything but. Here when we get to dinner I'm going to make some calls. I'll stay home till July. Then when I go on tour I want you there with me." He said his hand not leaving yours.

"But my job, I can't lose it." You defended, in reality you hated your job, and with how much he made you didn't need the money. You just didn't think he'd want you there.

"Schat. Please come with me. You don't know how much it pains me to leave you for weeks at a time. Having you there with me I'd be the happiest man alive."

"Do you mean it?" You asked, voice cracking.

"On one condition." You held your breath, the worst scenarios running through your mind. "I can dye my hair blue too."

Letting out a laugh you had been holding in since the last time he made you laugh, you had tears in your eyes you were laughing so hard.

The joke was nothing special, but everything else that surrounded it gave you such a ethereal feeling.

"So it's decided. You're coming on tour with me," He gave you a goofy grin. "Alanis has been begging me to have you join." He tells you as you pull into the parking lot of your favourite restaurant.

Leaning across the middle console you leaned in and kissed him. Red lipstick mark on his chin as you pulled back.

"I can't wait."

@xoxoxyra

#joost boyfriend #joost x you #joost klein fic #joost x reader #joost klein #joostblr

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jxtina-86 · 3 months ago

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The Chase - Part 1

Okay, please go easy on me - first Lando fic and having spent way too much time consuming every fic about him on here, I am so nervous to post this. I also haven't written anything in over a year.

I like a slow burn. And this will be one hell of a slow burn.

Hope you enjoy.

Pairing: Lando x Fem!OC

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Swearing, innuendo/suggestions, kinda fluffy

Her whole body vibrates from the steady pound of music, even as she queues up outside the club. The warm night air is starting to cool, as is her buzz. She stands on the edge of the group, half-listening to the chatter, half-watching the cars cruising down the street beside them. As the group shuffles forward, she takes a slow step to follow.

Maybe she should just leave, she thinks. She doubts anyone will miss her. Her friends are way too preoccupied with the guys they met earlier at the beach club, the ones who promised them the best night out ever. She’d been sceptical from the start, but didn’t want to be the party-pooper. And now she can’t be the one to say “I told you so.”

The group moves forward again and she feels a hand slide over her arm. “Mia, we’re in!” her friend, Lydia, grins and she forces a smile back. But just as she is about to step over the threshold, the friend’s hand slips from her arm and the bouncer’s arm stops her progressing.

He grunts something she doesn’t quite hear at first, his attention elsewhere. She glances around and sees a group of five guys a few metres away. “Step aside, mademoiselle” The bouncer grunts again in broken English, shuffling her against the wall to let the new group pass. The first three guys walk past, barely noticing what’s happening, but still offering thanks to the bouncer who nods in return.

As the last two in the group approach, she happens to meet the gaze of the one closer to her. He smiles and then his brow furrows. “Hey man, ladies first.”

She recognises the face, but she can’t quite place him…

The bouncer glances at him and then back at her. “She’s okay.”

“She can’t speak for herself?”

“You take priority.”

“At the expense of manhandling a girl up against the wall?” he looks incredulous for a second and then his demeanour shifts ever so slightly. “Let her go in.”

The bouncer scowls. “I just do my job.”

“Let her go in,” he repeats. And then he holds out his hand. “C’mon.”

She stares at him for a second, watching his eyes widen as he looks down at his hand and then pointedly back up at her. She reaches out, feeling his fingers wrap around hers and she slips out from between the wall and the bouncer.

“You okay?” he asks as they move through the doors.

She nods. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” His hand slips from hers for a second, ghosting over her back instead as he guides her through the crowded entrance lobby. “So are you here with friends?”

“Yeah…” she glances around. “We got separated. At the door.”

He winces apologetically. “I’m sorry. I don’t ask for that kinda shit. I don’t expect it.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She still can’t place his face. But it is so, so familiar.

“Look, do you wanna hang with us until you see your friends?”

“You sure?”

“I feel bad leaving you stranded,” he smiles, his teeth winking at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Okay then…” His hand finds hers again and he tugs it gently, pulling her along as they follow the rest of his group through the club. His head bounces to the beat, glancing over his shoulder every so often to check back on her. She looks around half-heartedly to see if she can spot her own group, but no luck. The club is heaving and the darkness and flashing lights make it impossible to make out any faces.

As they reach a set of stairs, he guides her back in front of him again. This time she feels his hand on the small of her back and when they pause for a second, she feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand on edge as she feels his chest press against her back. At the top of the stairs, his hand remains on her back as he ushers her towards a large table and booth, a wide array of bottles and glasses already there for consumption.

“Can I get you a drink?” He has to lean close to her ear for her to hear and she feels her heart pound. She nods. “What’s your poison? And what’s your name?”

“Mia,” she tells him, but he doesn’t catch it at first. He leans closer and she instinctively presses her hand to his shoulder as she repeats it closer to his ear.

“I’m Lando,” he replies and she feels it hit her like a ton of bricks. Of course, that’s why she recognised him but she couldn’t recall his name. Fuck…

She feels her face flush and he shoots her a sheepish but charming smile. “Drink?”

She nods and he gestures to the table before them for her to choose. He pours them both the same and hands her the glass. Now that she knows his name, now that she’s placed his face, she knows the reputation she has. A party boy. A charmer, with a wink and a smile at the ready. And she’s fallen for it already.

She clocks that the rest of his group haven’t even batted an eyelid that he’s pulled her into their booth. Perhaps this is a regular occurrence. She’s not sure if that makes it more or less awkward. She takes a long sip for her drink before she fumbles for her phone.

There’s a text from one of her friends.

Where did you go, M?? Followed by a photo of the group with fake sad faces.

“Where are they?” Lando’s voice makes her jump. She shrugs.

“No idea. We weren’t even supposed to come here tonight. They met some guys at the beach who wanted us to come along.”

“Sounds like it’s worked out in the end,” he winks at her.

She suppresses a giggle - don’t fall for it, Mia. It’s just a line.

“Perhaps,” she replies cooly. “I should let them know…” she starts to type out a reply but his fingers pluck the phone from her grasp. “Hey!”

“You should return the favour,” he chuckles, flipping the phone onto camera mode and holding it aloft. He tips his head towards hers, grinning up at the camera. “Smile!”

She can’t help the grin on her face as he snaps the photo. Before he passes the phone back to her, he taps out a suggested message and she laughs when she sees it.

Found a better offer x

“Oh really?” she glances over at him. He grins, raising his glass to take a long swig, his free arm sliding over the back of the booth, his fingers casually brushing over her shoulder.

“Sure,” he shrugs. “They clearly didn’t wait for you. Bad manners if you ask me.”

She’s inclined to agree. “There were five of us. Four of them,” she mutters.

He leans closer, his mouth inches from her ear. “They don’t know what they’re missing.”

“And you do?” She turns and almost jumps back as she realises how close his face is to hers.

He at least has the decency to blush himself. “Fittest girl in here by a mile,” he recovers.

She laughs. “God, you think you’re so smooth.”

“I don’t know about that, but it’s amazing how far this smile will get you,” he points to his mouth, his grin widening as she rolls her eyes. “Okay, okay… but I don’t see you making any move to leave.”

That is true, she thinks. But what are the other options? Leave to find her friends? Go back to the house alone? Neither feel great right now, not when she’s got a drink to finish and he is giving her his undivided attention.

She swipes at her phone again, titling her hand so he can see her hit send on the photo and his original message. He laughs, edging closer again to her. “You definitely did.”

“Don’t make me regret this.”

“I don’t back down from a promise.”

“Is that so?”

Why does it feel so easy? She doesn’t know him and she’s briefly reminded that he could get any girl he wanted. So why her?

“So,” He shuffles closer again so she can hear him over the chaos of the music. “Are you here on holiday?”

She nods. “Sort of.”

“What does that mean?”

“One of my friends, her family have a place here. They’re here on holiday, but I travel around so they said I could stay for longer depending.”

“Depending on what? What do you do?”

“I work online, so I don’t need to be anywhere in particular.”

“Digital nomad, huh?”

“I guess.”

“That’s cool.” He takes a sip of his drink. “Where’s next on your list?”

“Not sure. I’m here for another two weeks so it’s on the list to figure out.” She wracks her brain trying to think of the least obvious question to ask him when her phone starts to buzz incessantly. She glances down to see message after message coming through.

Mia!

What the fuck?

How. When. WHERE.

Is that…?

Lando fuckin Norris??

MIA. WHERE ARE YOU??

She smirks into her drink, feeling his warm breath ghost over her shoulder as he reads the texts for himself.

“You caused a stir,” she tells him and as he shakes his head with a wry smile, she feels her breath catch in her throat when she sees him bite his lip briefly.

“It’s how I roll.”

She elbows him gently. “Do you genuinely have a one liner for every situation?”

“Yup. It's my special talent.”

“Oh, so your day job is just..,”

“I’m a man of many talents,” he meets her gaze and winks.

“Of course,” she nods, sagely. “I bet there’s nothing you can’t turn your hand to.”

“What can I say, I’m good with my hands.”

Her heart skips a beat and she fights to keep her composure as he shoots her a knowing smirk before raising his glass again.

Her phone is still buzzing dully in her hands. She glances down and notices it’s a video call from one of the girls. She’s about to ignore it, when he reaches over and swipes to accept the call. She swats at him playfully, making him chuckle and she earns a barely audible shriek from the phone.

Taking a call in a club is hard at the best of times, but a video call is impossible. She can barely hear whatever it is Lydia and the others are saying but it’s pretty clear it’s along the same lines of the barrage of messages in the group chat.

And he doesn’t help. His arm is fully around her shoulders now, pulling her close into his side as she blushes. He waves casually at the screen, grinning as he sees the faces of shock and incredulity. Even him ruffling his hair causes them to turn practically feral.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Mia laughs, waving herself and then hitting end call. “Look, I should probably go and find them.”

“Don’t go.”

“I’m crashing your night.”

“I can see this lot any day of the week,” he nods at his friends who are barely paying them any attention anyway. “Rather spend my night with a pretty girl like you.”

“And what if I don’t feel the same?” she shoots back, but there’s no malice in her voice.

He clutches at his chest in mock pain. “Your words. They hurt.”

“You’re too much,” she laughs, but she doesn’t move. She finds she can’t. Her limbs are stuck firm to the seat, despite how much her brain is willing her to get up and move. This won’t end well. It really, really won’t.

“Is it possible to have too much of a good thing?”

She shakes her head. “You are something else.”

“You need me to dial it down?”

“Just, just a little bit,” she glances over at him. “Is this how this works then?”

He gives her a confused look. “How what works?”

“You rescue the damsel in distress, get her a drink, give your undivided attention, roll out all the lines, charm her…” she trails off.

He tilts his head to one side. “You think you’ve got me figured out, huh?”

“I mean, it feels pretty textbook…” she shrugs.

“Because a guy like me must have a playbook?”

“Because a guy like you, 100% is not going after girls like me.”

“Nope. Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Put yourself down like that.”

“I’m pretty sure you could have your pick.”

“And? Girls throwing themselves at me, not really my thing.”

“Ah,” she chuckles. “So you like the chase.”

“I mean… You’re really setting me up with that,” he flashes her a cheeky grin. “But yeah.”

“And when you get your prize, then what?”

“I hold onto it for as long as possible.”

“Or until you crave the chase again?”

He shakes his head. “You got me all wrong, Mia. It isn’t the chase that gets in the way. Not that one anyway.”

He looks genuine enough, so she gives him the slightest benefit of the doubt, but she’s also clinging to the scepticism. “Your job, right.”

He nods, staring down at his almost empty glass.

She feels a bit bad. More than bad. She realises she misses the banter, the easy back and forth and now she feels like an idiot for questioning it when the answer was probably pretty obvious.

“Sorry. I… I always do that. I’m annoyingly sceptical about everything.”

He tosses her a smile. “Hey, a random guy pulls you into a club, starts chatting shit to you, you’re right to be sceptical.”

“You’re being kind now. I was kinda mean.”

He chuckles. “I probably deserved it.”

“See if this was a textbook play, this would be that turning point.”

“Oh yeah?” he grins at her. “Make you feel so bad for me that you take pity on the poor lonely racing driver?”

“That’s the one.”

He leans forward, staring at her in earnest. “Is it working?”

She pushes his shoulder and he backs up with a grin. “No.”

“Damn, you really do play hard to get.”

“You said you liked the chase…”

He chuckles and drains his drink, shaking his finger at her. “See, you’re just making me worse.”

“Worse?! It gets worse than this?” she winks at him. “Go on then, hit me with your worst.”

He shakes his head. “You can’t handle my worst.”

“That bad, huh?”

He leans back against the booth, giving her a sly side eye. “Okay. You asked for it.”

“I did. C’mon then.”

He chews his lip for a second and then he reaches for the chain around his neck, his fingers fumbling to find the pendant. “You see this?” he gestures, beckoning her forward to him.

She leans forward and only a split second too late does she realise what he’s doing. His fingers slide under her chin, his lips meeting hers in a soft kiss. He holds her there for a second, two, three. Before he pulls back, a cocky grin on his face.

She blinks at him for a moment and then laughs. “Okay, I give in. You got me.”

He pouts, his eyes sparkling. “You gave in so easily. Where’s the fun in that?”

She smirks. “Fine. How about that’s all you’re getting tonight?”

He grins. “That’s more like it.”

“And I really should go…”

“To find your friends?”

She shakes her head. “No. Home.”

“I’ll take you.”

“I’ll get a cab.”

“I’ll get it with you.”

She sighs. “You really do like the chase.”

“Nope, I am just being the perfect English gent.”

“Really?”

“Promise.” She watches as he crosses his chest, his eyes pleading with her.

“Fine.”

He leans over to his friends, gesturing back at her. They nod, smile almost knowingly and she shakes her head - do even his friends believe this act?

Just like when they entered the club barely an hour ago, she lets him guide her back out. Outside, the air has cooled dramatically and she shivers in the breeze, wishing she’d opted for a jacket when they’d left the house earlier that night.

Lando is looking around for a cab, but he spies her sudden tremble and reaches out to her, pulling her into his arms. She almost stops breathing as his hands run up and down her bare arms, their warmth spreading over her skin. She looks up at him, but he’s looking over her head still, his eyes lighting up, one arm rising to wave at a passing cab. Slipping his arm around her shoulders, he pulls her over to the waiting vehicle, opens the door and lets her clamber in before him.

She goes to settle into the seat on the far side, but as he shuts the door behind him, he tugs her back to lean against him.

“Where’s home?” he asks her and she reels off the address in the next town over.

His fingers tap absentmindedly on her shoulder. “So what are your plans for the next two weeks?”

She shrugs. “Sun. Swim. Eat. Work.”

“Well if you fancy some different company…” he lets the words hang in the air.

“Don’t you have some far flung race to get to?” She tilts her head up to look at him.

“Summer break,” he grins down at her.

“For how long?”

“Two more weeks.”

“So what are your plans?”

“Sun. Swim. Eat. Sleep.”

She chews her lip. “Well, if you want company for some of that…”

“Which parts?”

“Sun… Swim… Eat…”

“You don’t sleep then?”

“I do…” she pauses. “Alone.”

He flashes her a grin. “I see.” He fumbles with his pocket, flicking his phone over in his hand and pressing his thumb to the screen. “Here, put your number in.”

“Why?”

“So I can call you? Maybe take you out for lunch? For you know… more of this?”

“And only this?”

“I can’t promise I won’t try.”

She takes the phone from him and taps in her number. In the name part, she types in Mia and then adds a little something extra.

He rolls his eyes when she hands it back to him. “You didn’t need to add that. I’ll remember who you are.”

“You can never be too careful…” She watches as he deletes ‘the girl you rescued at the club’ from the surname section. He hits dial next and her phone buzzes.

“What, no witty name for me?” He pouts and then grins as she adds ‘The Chaser’ after his name. “That’s more like it. So… are you free tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? Wow, you are keen.”

He ignores her and presses on. “Lunch? I can pick you up.”

“I need to check… Shit.” She picks up her phone again, pulling up the group chat.

Gone home, she taps out. See you all later.

She hits send and then squeals as yet again, he plucks the phone from her hands. “No, no, Lando…”

He laughs, flipping to camera mode. “Don’t worry girls, I’ll get her home safe and sound.”

“Oh my god, stop it,” she berates but she’s laughing too. “Not like that!” She says to the camera before he stops recording.

He tosses the phone back at her, still grinning. “It didn’t send.”

“It didn’t have to.”

Her phone is already lighting up.

WITH HIM?

MIA. DID YOU LEAVE WITH HIM?

Do we need to stay out longer?

How long, Mia?? 👀

It's fine, I can share with someone else…😉

GET THAT 🏎️ 🍆 MIA!

She can feel Lando shaking with laughter beside her.

“Feral,” she mutters. “Honestly.”

“Ah you can't shame them for being invested in your love life.”

“And this,” she waves her phone. “This is why you can't be picking me up for lunch.”

“And miss out on the fun?”

“Oh I can picture it now. You'd be flashing that grin left right and centre, throwing out your one liners and whipping them all up into a frenzy.”

“Only fair to reward them.”

“Reward them? For what?”

“The way I see it, if they hadn't agreed to go to the club with the beach guys, if you hadn’t been left at the back of the group then we wouldn't be here now would we?”

She gives him a sideways look. “You really do manage to spin any situation in your favour.”

“So tomorrow. What time?”

“11.30? Out the front. Just text me and I'll come out.”

“Okay, okay,” he agrees.

The cab slows, pulling up outside the villa. Lando tells the driver to wait before he opens the door, steps out and turns to offer his hand which she takes.

He walks her to the gate, waiting as she slides the key in.

“So…” she breaks the silence, refusing to open the gate completely whilst he is still close. She doesn't trust herself not to let him in despite what she's said out loud.

He gets the hint. “Nice to meet you Mia. I’ll text you tomorrow.”

“When you're outside?”

He nods. “11.30 sharp.”

She lowers her gaze for a second, just wondering if-

His hand brushes over her shoulder, pushing her hair back and then he cups her neck, pulling her mouth to his. This time though, she's there with him - kissing him back, her free hand running over his arm, fingers spreading over the thick bicep she can feel under his shirt.

He pulls back reluctantly and she feels her face flush as she lets out a small whimper of disappointment.

“Not too late…” he murmurs.

God it's tempting. But no.

She shakes her head. “See you tomorrow.”

He grins, his hand finding hers, bringing it to his mouth to press a final kiss to her cool skin.

He walks backwards to the cab, gesturing for her to go in, waiting until she opens the gate and closes it before he gets in the cab himself.

Mia leans against the gate and listens to the car departing.

Her phone buzzes and she flips it over expecting to see another message from the group.

But her stomach flips when she sees his name.

Sweet dreams x

And she practically floats up the path to the house.

****

Part 2 coming soon...

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tyunningism · 9 hours ago

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Campus Sweetheart (2)

── .✦ pairing: c.yj + k.th

After getting caught up with Soobin at Yeonjun’s party you’re the talk of the town !! Everyone’s dying to get a piece of you (or peace of mind away from you), nevertheless Yeonjun can’t help but want his share too!! And so does a certain someone who’s had his eyes on you since ><

╰┈➤MDNI - NSFW content ahead... haven’t read part 1? Visit here !!

ᝰ.ᐟ wc - 5.5k words

mentions!! and warnings!! - Smut , alcohol consumption + partying but no drunk sex etc., hard!dom taehyun and dom!yeonjun, threesome, dacryphilia, extreme exhibitionism, daddy kink, nipple play, voyeurism, spit roasting, food play, spanking + hair grabbing + spitting, degrading names, blow job, filming, unprotected sex, breeding etc.

tyunningism’s note: been putting this on hold for a bit but the people wanted the threesome so here it is 😼, not proofread !!

Dynamics between you and your roommates have always been out of the ordinary, and by that you mean you’ve never met someone else whose roommate offers to do all of their laundry regardless of their protests, is always walking back in to the apartment with at least one bag of clothing a teeny bit too tight for them, or even offer to eat them out after a bad day- so maybe you really hit the jackpot with Soobin.

Pinks, browns and beiges that littered your closet were now packed straight to the edge with a new set of short strapless dresses, red silk two-pieces and miniskirts riding so far up your thigh they were basically non-existent.

The frequency of these parties that the frats held every week or two meant that you’d constantly have to whip up a new dress completely in contrast to your usual sweet girl look, but Soob has no problem paying for the dresses- as long as you let him pick them out <33

“This one looks sweet on you don’t you think bunny?” He flashes two dresses on their hangers still interchangeably against your chest, his dimple pops out as he thinks long and hard about what would suit you best for Mark’s party, and as much as he adores you and your frilly mid-skirts, he really wants to push you a bit further this time; eyes locked on the maroon open-back dress in his right hand.

Woven out of thin silk he reckons it would rip within seconds if he even used the tiniest bit of force on you, which is exactly why he chooses it.

“Soobin..I think- I think we should try a different dress..” You propose timidly behind the curtain of the changing room, the dress he picked out for you was way too tight at the waist, practically cinching in to your skin and felt so stretched at the chest it would’ve ripped straight down the middle if you moved too much.

“Awh, why so? I thought it was a lovely dress.”

“No no it is lovely !! It runs a bit small that’s all.”

A slender hand tugs gently at the curtain, “It zips up doesn’t it? Let me see, bunny.”

You shy away behind the curtain as you slowly slide it across and it’s so teasing, you don’t even realise it cause fuck, you look so small beneath him, so tempting in that dress he chose for you, eyes so hopeful for praise you nearly knock a straight boner in to him.

“It’s perfect, promise you it fits you great, now will you wear it to the function?” He cocks you a wide smile you can’t say no to as he leads you through aisles and shelves of the store with a warm hand, comical in the sense that it could cover your whole face if he tried.

An empty spot in the queue lands you and Soobin at the till, the taller male fishing in his pockets for what you assumed was going to be his wallet ends up being..a laced set of panties?

Discarded right on top of the rest of the clothing you give Soobin a questioning look and a tug on the sleeve of his shirt- what else could he mean by this ?!!

“Don’t like the gift?” You shake your head and avoid eye contact with the cashier in the hopes that she doesn’t remember you ever again in case you ever thought about shopping here again, but you can sense it in your veins the judging and instigating look that’s headed straight your way. Really Choi Soobin?

beep!-

”Back so soon?” Taehyun turns his head around to welcome you from the couch before laying back down with his arms behind his head, mindlessly scrolling on his feed with boredom racking his head.

Recently Taehyun’s been harder to get close to :(( Despite being roommates for quite a while now there’s still this barrier of unease between you whenever you’re together that neither of you can quite put your finger on, an unease that only started to grow since you first put on a whole show dry humping Soobin in front of him; he’s been purposely ignoring your attempts to make small talk to try break the ice between you ever since. You don’t know what you did that was so terribly bad to upset him :(

It’s a hard swallow every time you see him hanging around with his usual crowd, laughing at a couple of his guy friends’ jokes while a new girl clung to his arm every time he briefly greeted you on campus,

So why can’t he be so friendly with you like he is to everyone else?

What about you puts him off so much?!

But heavens is Taehyun grateful for your brain that runs at 3 thoughts per hour, because if you could read minds you’d be able to see the dirty image he’s envisioning as Soobin pulls out the dress he bought for you to show it off. Barely a dress, more like meagre strands of thread compiled together with how thin it is. Thinks about the way you’d mewl at him as he pinches your perked nipples through the sheen fabric; squirming and trembling as his finger spreads your folds apart in a scissoring motion beneath you, it’s so vivid in his mind he can practically hear your wanton moans in his head already:

‘Hurry s-stop teasing mmh!’

‘O-oh fuck, feels s’ good Taehyunnie please!~’

And who can judge him? (Certainly not Soobin who’s sharing the exact same predatory thoughts as you stretch your back against the counter.)

He can’t pinpoint when it started, when he first got his first wet dream starring you like some prepubescent teen after watching porn for the first time, when he started envisioning you as the girls he was fucking and dumping on the get go to relieve the stress within him.

Maybe it was when his eyes wandered to check if there was anyone eyeing Stacy before he entertained her but settled on observing the way you rocked you hips so clumsily against Soobin at Yeonjun’s party a couple weeks ago. Definitely thought he would’ve taught you way better than Soobin ever can, he’d teach you how to move your hips right so you could get the most friction out of rubbing your swollen clit over his bulge, he’d teach you where to place your hands that would turn on a guy the most. Perhaps it’s just jealousy as he watched Soobin litter all kinds of kisses down your collarbone.

Yeah, that’s exactly what it is, jealousy.

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“What’s up?” Fwap-

“Yeonjun! You comin’ to Mark’s on Saturday? He’s hired some private dancers so Kai can get his dick wet., it’s gonna be sweet.”

Fwap- “Fuck- Nah i’ll sit this one out.”

“Come onn, everyone’s gassed about how this is the biggest party of the year man! That guy’s blown his wallet off even trying to get Mina from Architecture there!”

Not like he can take a proper phone call right now with a sticky hand weakly holding up his phone to his ear, only letting out a couple grunts barely different in pitch to show his approval or not.

“Dude..are you jerking off right now?”

Yeah, yeah he absolutely is jerking off right now with his head plump against his pillow, tip so red it stings from how long he’s been edging himself over the last hour, a thumb pressed right against his slit every single time he felt too close to paradise.

He’s been non-stop jerking off to some photos on Instagram, your photos on Instagram. Especially the one where you’re laid on your back on a beach towel with tanning oil all over you in your pink flowery bikini..featuring Soobin’s hand which rests over your stomach rubbing it in- God that drives him crazy. It’s a playful photo, he knows you don’t see it as anything major in that tiny little head of yours but anyone else seeing it would’ve thought you were dating with how touchy Soobin is with you- it annoys him so much sometimes he loses the will to actually cum just thinking about his smug grin.

But today he’s extra fixated on the plush of your thighs, soft and so fuckable like his own perfect little fleshlight. He’s going brain dumb by the minute as he quickens his pace- thrusting his hand along his cock at record speed and squeezing as tight as he can until his knuckles bore different shades of white with a string of whimpers dissipating from the curve of his lips.

“Gross..I’m never calling you again fuck. Well..that cute chick with Soobin at your party last time is coming too I heard, Heeseung wants a taste of her real bad.”

And just like that he’s lost the urge to cum again, not even needing his thumb’s interference, simply feeling pissed hearing another fiend’s name.

“Nevermind. I’ll be there.”

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Saturday night rolls by in a blink of an eye but no worries because Giselle’s stormed by your apartment, a blunt rolled between her lips and ashing on to the floor of your bedroom. It’s mainly self affirmation that she whispers to you as she ties a necklace around your neck, a couple pecks and girly giggles as she admires her work on your hair again.

“Don’t hotbox the damn apartment.” Taehyun reveals himself after eavesdropping on the conversation, leaning against the door frame not really knowing what watching you get ready would serve a benefit to but he’s tempted by the v-line cut dress which props up your tits so prettily, the sheer fabric exactly how he imagined: tight, vulnerable.

“I can see you staring at her tits you loser, nothing gets past me.” Giselle retorts slyly, you couldn’t even pick up on the fact he was eyeing you so intently but now that you do embarrassment starts to creep on your face.

“I wasn’t trying to hide it.”

“At least try to sort out the problem down there before you talk back, I know my darling’s hot but it’s really off putting seeing that thang in front of us-“

Shit- when did he get hard??!!

A quick cough and a ‘bathroom break’ is all that time has to offer you both as you squeeze in to Taehyun’s car. Unfortunately, Soob’s down with a diseased cold and coughing up phlegm every three seconds like some unfortunate Victorian, bed-ridden and numb in the limbs so he leaves you in Taehyun’s care, all the better for you to try and resolve the iffy status your relationship with him is in!

The car ride is amped up with Giselle’s playlist; a combination of Japanese rock and rap she’s developed a taste for for years- screaming her heart out in the back seat loud enough to reach the next city. “You guys are no funnn!! My shit is on !!”

“Y/N, did she have something to drink before the party because I’m starting to think I’ve got a whole psychiatric unit in my car.”

You attempt to stifle a laugh in case Giselle heard and was preparing a pinch straight to your arm, “A couple back at the dorms, she usually does whenever she’s going to a party her ex is also at.”

“I see. Don’t drink too much tonight, Mark’s place is a dangerous area.” Taehyun grips the steering wheel at the mention before pulling in to a small drive way with music booming through open windows, a couple drunks limp over the fences and the smell of alcohol starts to overwhelm your senses.

“Wasn’t planning on it, my head hurt super bad last time gosh..”

But Taehyun doesn’t carry on the conversation further apart from lending out a hand to pull you by his side before you could even get both feet out of the car, a strong hand glues to your waist as he strides up the stairs where the music was truly concentrated, poor Gigi was still trying to stumble her way up to follow after you ><

You’ve gotten used to the crave of booming sound blasting in your ear but not quite to the numerous stares you always get whenever you walk through, usually either in an attempt to rate you suitable enough for Taehyun and Soobin or in an attempt to oggle shamelessly at your ass with all the tight dresses Soobin swears he lives by.

“Tae! Y/N come over!” Yeonjun hollers from a far distance dressed in a loose sports jersey at an empty pool table with a couple others gathered around it, most likely for a drinking game. He’s beaming like he’s been waiting eons to see you again and it’s proven right when he snatches you out of Taehyun’s hold and in to his lap.

“Oh my bad, there’s only a seat for Taehyun left~ I guess we’ll just have to share one together okay sweetheart?”

Anyone paying attention can blatantly see the stack of chairs behind him that were unused but your tunnel vision only focuses on Yeonjun’s roaming hand which rubs along your side down to the crevice of your inner thigh, touching too dangerously close than you’d expect >< And if the glare on Heeseung’s face at the opposite end of the cleared pool table wasn’t speaking volumes to you then Taehyun’s intense stare for sure did.

“What’s up Hee? You don’t look so good.” His voice drips like honey in a condescending tone.

“Didn’t take you to be such a clingy guy, I’ll gladly give up my seat for her.” The other male responds, attempting to keep the tension level, but the vein popping out of his forehead from strain says other wise as he pours himself a shot off the girl next to him.

“Likewise, Minho told me a little something the other day.”

“That fucker..”

The music pulsed through the dimly lit room as people clustered in groups, swaying with drinks in hand, laughter mixing with the bass of shitty house music as they shoved in and out of the area around the pool table.

It wasn’t obvious, but the tension in the room started to bend between the two men and everyone was waiting for the moment it would break.

Yeonjun laughs obnoxiously enough to pass off as sarcastic, mimicking wiping tears from his eyes as he claps his hands in entertainment at Heeseung.

“You’re funny Hee, honestly,” he pats down on your thigh again before slithering his hand up to your neck to play with the dainty gold necklace which accentuated your sun-kissed skin, “you’re just so desirable aren’t you, baby?”

Confused, you just had to look right up at him with those sparkling eyes didn’t you? One more second of eye contact and Yeonjun thinks he’ll explode quite literally; he needs to blow off some steam (most likely at Heeseung) before he blows a load without even being touched in front of his drinking buddies at parties he’s had since starting uni. That’s when he spots it, a subtle glint in his eye no one else catches except Taehyun who’s boringly swirling the liquid in his cup leaning all his weight on to one shoulder.

“You trust me don’t you sweetheart? I’m gonna pull a little stunt for everyone over here, you’ll be a good girl for me and show them right?” Yeonjun whispers so sultrily it’s like your entranced by everything he does, the finger he’s dropped from your necklace that slides between and down the seams at your chest, looking back down at you once he stops his finger between the mounds of flesh only to cock his head to the side as if he wanted something.

And whatever he wanted with your chest you gave him. Instantly, he’s propping you up all prettily on to the pool table which makes Heeseung kiss his teeth because he can basically predict what kind of stunt the manwhore Choi Yeonjun is capable of, he doesn’t give two shits about what people think about him- not when the girls lined around the table are begging to get a piece of him too.

What was once a drink in Taehyun’s hand is now snatched off him by Yeonjun who observes the contents, fruit juice, that’s cute- he thinks, Taehyun’s probably assigned to the steering wheel tonight.

Staring straight in to his eyes it’s like you’re lost in a trance while he tilts your chin upwards towards him gently, the cold of his finger tips from holding the iced cup started to nip barely at your skin, and for a moment the noise fades- replaced by the sound of your pulse threatening to come out of the cavity of your chest any moment now as he holds your mouth still.

Sweet. Something sweet and fruity trickles down your throat delectably- a contrast to the usual alcohol Soobin would plead you in to trying every time. He pours the red liquid down your throat which is unable to keep up with the pace of the down pour and instead starts to diverge down your chin and drip down between the crevice of your chest which heaves up and down at him.

There’s a couple or ‘ohhh’s and ‘ahhh’s that the show you put on gained from the rest of the pool table, clapping and cheering for you to chug it ‘faster’ and ‘swallow it all” as you gulp down the last few drops of the juice, cold and sharp, but it’s nothing compared to the burn of his gaze which sparked something different, something electric.

“Good girl.” are the last words you hear before you’re pushed back against the hard wood of the pool table padded with splotches of red juice among the forest green as your hair spreads across the surface messily. A quick tug is all that Yeonjun needs to rip the seams of the maroon dress Soobin had bought you, earning him a gasp and frantic tapping to his shoulder in panic of how expensive the dress was.

“Relax, baby, I’ll buy you a new one jus’ let me show them.”

Your tits are spilling out of the dress as the thread snaps one after the other after being restricted by a bra that Yeonjun unclasps with expertise, the flat of his tongue is desperate to suck at the sticky remnants of juice between the mounds of flesh, licking his lips at the taste of watermelon. “No turning back after this baby, are you sure?” He whispers loud enough for only you to hear among the loud funk of music blasting all throughout but the only thing that clouds your mind is the drag of his tongue against your nipples which perk up under the reveal of colder again, so you nod your head gently, letting him swirl his tongue over the nub of your nipples, pinching them between his teeth lightly and sucking off of them with a lewd pop!-

From the end of the pool table Heeseung spins Yeonjun a light metal can which he bites the lid off; white whipped cream dollops on top of your tits which sensibly has his mouth panting like a bitch in heat as the older male dives back in to latch on to the heat of your nipples, squeezing the other boob with his giant hand which only erupts a bubble of moans out of your throat.

Everyone here is watching you intently, at the way Yeonjun’s eating off your tits like a starved man, the way your chest sits so prettily for him to enjoy and in jealousy of both of you at the pornographic sight. Apart from Taehyun who’s digging his nails in to his thigh so hard he’s probably drawing blood.

He doesn’t like it one bit, that Yeonjun’s showing you off to a whole audience of lustful men cheering and jostling over to get a better view- he hates it more than anything that Yeonjun’s got a taste of you before he did, so he does something completely irresponsible to his best friend.

“What the fuck? Hah!” A new completely drenched Yeonjun detaches himself from marking all sorts of pink and purple bruises on your chest which makes you whine at the loss of contact, looking straight towards the culprit- Taehyun who’s squeezing a now empty water bottle with a cold discerning eye.

“Pack it up fucker, let her go.” Taehyun hisses and tosses the empty plastic lazily behind him, grabbing your wrists and pulling you upright against his chest which stirs a bunch of uproar around the table. The party lights dim further the more Yeonjun stays silent; combing a hand through his dripping hair and cussing under his breath.

“Oh yeah? Guess Soobin’s been telling you how heavenly she tastes down there too huh? Bet she feels a fucking lot like it too, because the moment it’s my turn everyone wants a taste now too hm?” He sends an indirect hint towards Heeseung who’s shifting uncomfortably in his seat in an attempt to hide the growing erection in his sweatpants, eyeing the way the two men were fighting over you.

But you don’t want to have Taehyun and Yeonjun fighting like this over who gets to have you :(( You’d hate to get Taehyun all hot and bothered because you haven’t paid him any attention since you arrived.

You tug gently on Taehyun’s shirt and speak in a meek voice, “B-both of you..can share?”

Yeonjun smiles fondly at your suggestion, he never really thought about ‘sharing’ but your eagerness turns him on so fucking much and it’s sending shockwaves straight to his throbbing cock.

“You sure princess? Everyone’s going to be watching.” Taehyun’s whisper melts in your ear, but you couldn’t care less about what others saw of you today, not when you can feel the imprint of Taehyun’s boner prodding at you through his jeans, giddy over the fact that he doesn’t dislike you as much as you thought he did with the way he’s practically fucking your ass already with how hard he is.

More rallying fills your ear as Taehyun lifts you up off the pool table and on to the nearby coffee table in one swift motion, a stealthy audience following straight behind as Yeonjun places a small cushion where your knees rested, guiding your hands to press on to the cold metal of the table while Taehyun settles behind you. “been waiting for this for month princess you don’t even know.” The low vibrato of Taehyun’s confessions shoot straight to your core and clasps your thighs together in anticipation.

Taehyun doesn’t want to break you, oh not quite yet, so he hitches up the fabric of your dress just below your tits to give him space to hook your black laced panties to the side with one finger, a whole litre of slick pulsing out of your pussy wildly. He scoops it up to show the clear liquid staining his fingers to Yeonjun who moans at the sight,

“Fuck baby you’re so drenched already? Shit that’s so hot, didn’t know you liked being slutted out to us so badly~”

“Shut up and fuck her mouth already.”

Duh, he was obviously going to with the way his hand itched to pull down the fly of his zipper to pull out his fully erect cock, lean and prettily curved at the base, tapping teasingly against the flat of his stomach as he presses his flushed tip against your pursed lips. The taste of precum make you wince at the saltiness but you give puppy licks to it anyway, savouring every last drop.

“O-oh don’t do that baby I’m sensitive there.” He really will cum singlehandedly if you continue to give gentle lips at his reddened cockhead, you’d think he was joking if he wasn’t profusely sweating and laughing nervously.

In the mean time, Taehyun’s fisting his cock with his spit-covered hand, each vein that rang along it pulsing and twitching as he watched your weak attempt at sucking Yeonjun off.

“Go on. I won’t fuck you until you start sucking like a proper bitch.” He spits. An unoccupied hand reaches to grab a tussle of your hair to guide your mouth towards Yeonjun who’s desperate to feel the warmth of your mouth and he’s not disappointed at all!!

Your hand works at twisting at the base all the way up towards where your lips met his tip, sucking ludicrously through your clumsy hand work, globs of saliva dripping down your chin and on to his balls as he tried to hold himself back from bucking in to your face and fucking it directly instead. The sounds of you gagging around his cock drives him insane from the extra stimulation from the vibrations of moans gargling down your throat.

“S-so obedient for me, such a good slut aren’t you? Can see why Soobin’s so eager to a-ah, fuck, to eat you out every time hm? I won’t be that easy on you baby, I’m only getting started.” A mantra of moans falls from Yeonjun’s open mouth as he throws his head back in gruelling pleasure, the combination of the warmth of your mouth and the fat tears threatening to fall from your eyes is heavenly, so pornographic he’ll come apart the moment he locks eyes with you.

“You can go deeper than that you whore, I know you’ve taken more with Soobin.”

Slap!-

Taehyun strikes a hand against the globe of your ass which stings causing you to yelp and lurch further forward on Yeonjun’s throbbing cock, cheeks glowing red even under dim lighting, the hand print starting to swell only ticks the built up anger in Taehyun further as he pushes through his saliva-lubed cockhead between your folds finally.

The feeling of your gummy walls clamping down right on to the foreign feeling of being dicked down for the first time like a vice drives him insane, Taehyun’s head leans forward to the point that his hair is covering his eyes, staying still for a moment so he doesn’t cum straight away because he’s embarrassingly close already.

“Fuck this slutty pussy’s so tight, if you don’t relax princess you’re gonna snap my dick off-“

But Taehyun doesn’t wait for you to get used to the size of him, he doesn’t hesitate in pounding you right in to the table, the prodding of his cockhead against your cervix so deep you could feel it in your gut!! <33 He’s relentless with it too, each thrust harsher and deeper than the last, hitting so rough you were on cloud 9!!

“You like that don’t you bitch? Want everyone to see how big of a whore you are for your roommate and his best friend huh?” Taehyun mutters from his lips, screwed shut and biting them hard enough to draw blood.

“T-that’s it baby shit shit shit keep sucking me like that, god.” Yeonjun holds on to your bobbing head to keep in place as he picks up the pace, thrusting his thick cock down past the uvula of your throat to chase his high, his balls slapping against your chin at a chasing rhythm. The feeling of being filled up so deliciously in both of your dripping holes starts to become unbearable as you choke on Yeonjun’s dick, causing him to pull out and lightly tap his cock against your face before cooing at you,

“what’s wrong baby? Too much for you?” You look back up at him, still whimpering from Taehyun starting to ruin your soaked cunt from behind and talking in broken sentences,

“can- ngh! Can feel you all the way h-here mmh fuck, Tyun!” You grin dumbly at him, pointing towards the middle of your throat so cock dumb and fucked out, and the sight of it all sends Yeonjun on edge, he can’t cum yet- he needs to hold it in a bit longer but all he can focus on is the dirty image replaying over and over in his head like an x-rated movie scene, the way your tongue is slightly lolling out from pleasure with the way Taehyun’s trying to fuck a baby in to you at the rate he’s going, a hand plush against your tit to engineer him to his release quicker, the harsh grip on it is bound to leave you sore tomorrow.

Slap!-

”No one told you to fucking stop slut. Go on, show Yeonjun how desperate of a whore you are to make him cum hm?” Taehyun’s hips are starting to stutter as his thrusts become sloppier, his thighs are starting to buckle in the more your cunt clenches and sucks him in further making him groan in pleasure as he manhandles the fat of your ass.

“Should’ve fucked you earlier y-yeah?”

Another slap lands on your ass which makes you moan around Yeonjun’s reentering cock, creating bliss for him as he picks up the pace to chase after his release, your hips wiggle back to feel Taehyun’s thrusts harder and closer, each stroke of his cock deliciously abrasive against the inside of your walls.

“Probably was planning on taking us both like this anyways with how often you walk around with- ugh shit, those flimsy shorts in. Just a whore pleading to be dicked down constantly aren’t you? ‘ Can feel you clenching down on me fuck- you like it when I call you those nasty words don’t you? Bet Soobin never fucks you this good, bet his cock’s never reached this deep inside you.”

Taehyun lifts your hips slightly higher at angle which makes you feel everything, the singular bulge of the large vein running along his dick makes your eyes roll back as you feel the knot building up in your stomach start to come undone, feeling waves of overwhelming pleasure flood over you while Yeonjun simultaneously pulls his dick out of your mouth again, nearing his own high as he gives his dick a couple more strokes towards your face.

“You’ll let me record this won’t you? Wanna show Soobin how good you’re being for us hm?”

“A-ah!~ Yes just please jjunie, give it to me!” The sticking out of your tongue ready to swallow his cum in to your mouth makes him reel in all sorts of lewd images as he presses the red ‘record’ button, he’s jerking off his cock until it hurts like a bitch before spurting out thick ropes of white that paints your tongue, swallowing it before sticking it out again to show how obediently you’re following his instructions as Taehyun still plows in to you from behind.

“Tch. Always so incompetent, couldn’t even last a second in her mouth can you?” Taehyun’s comment irks Yeonjun further; he grabs you by the chin to twist your head back towards the camera, focusing on the tear stains that ran through your makeup and the drool still leaking out of your chin.

You feel the way Taehyun hits a particular sensitive spot which makes you squeal, “Fuck ! Taehyun fuck me harder please I’m so close!!~” Your voice is whinier than ever before,

“Gonna cum for daddy? That’s right slut, bet that’s all that’s running through that little head of yours.” You unravel on his dick, cumming all over him as he follows not too quickly behind, filling you up with his gloopy seed and pressing in to you just a little longer to savour the moment.

“Fuck you bastard you came in her.” Heeseung groans with his dick in his hand, the whole table is filled with phones recording and girls eyeing your blissed out state in jealousy, thinking of whatever dirty rumour you had to prepare for next.

“You’ll live, she started birth control since she started messing about with Soobin anyway.” He laughs as he reaches out a finger to spread your hole wider, watching your puffy cunt attempts to push out his cum, only for it to end in futile effort as he forces it back in. At the same time Yeonjun presses a chaste kiss to your forehead,

“You’re so good baby, might have to keep you for myself.” He winks before wiping off the remaining mixture of cum and drool off your chest, instead looking over towards the crowd.

“Jealous? I can see you’re seething right now Heeseung it’s hilarious, bet you can’t cum without the feeling of her can you?” Laughing and throwing up a middle finger towards the infuriated receiver, Taehyun cleans you up amidst cheers from his friends and dirty comments about ‘how hot that was’ , he leans over to whisper in your ear.

“You did well for me today princess, handled it like a good girl hm? Does it hurt anywhere?”

You shake your head and blink rapidly, tugging on his shirt again to make him lean down further in to your scent, “No, I liked it, you make me feel good Taehyun.”

He understands it now, heck everyone sat near the coffee table understands it, how you’ve earned the title of ‘Campus Sweetheart’ because it’s disgusting how desirable you are when your holes are being absolutely ruined by two men, something to keep their minds going for weeks.

And Soobin who’s back at the apartment and groggily rubbing his eyes to see the attachment Yeonjun sent him can see it too, specifically on the thumbnail which gives him the clearest view of just how dirty you are!! <3

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