#gosh the atmosphere is amazing

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

I do think Patrick is the best ASMRtist out there. And I couldn't be more serious.

[pjsfvs]

relaxing - sunghoon hc

paring: bf!sunghoon x gf!afab!reader

genre: smut

warnings: smut, fluff, smoking weed, true love, curvy reader, Protected sex, fingering, hair pulling, shot gunning

word count: 4k

summary: You and Sunghoon spend a rainy weekend in his basement smoking and relaxing to the sound of the rain, which leads to a night of high love making.

a/n: i got some requests in my inbox but i was already writing this so ill write for those and post them either later today or tomorrow because i wont have plans :3 also sunghoon is my bias but ive never wrote something for him which is shocking 😭

The sound of the rain was what set the mood, the millions of drops pattering against the high windows of Sunghoon's basement sounding through the atmosphere. You laid on your back against the soft cushions of the couch, your eyes closed in a peaceful state as you waited patiently for your boyfriend.

"Alright, babe, we've got weed, video games, and movies; what do you want to do?" Sunghoon spoke cheerfully, closing the basement door behind him as he bounded down the wooden stairs.

"Hm, how about we go for a walk?" Giggling, your body bounced lightly as Sunghoon sat on the opposite end of the couch, lifting your sock clad feet onto his lap.

"Yeah, and catch a cold while we're at it too," He chuckled, rubbing your calf before taking in your appearance. 

You were dressed in a simple pair of grey leggings, which make your ass look great, and a worn v-cut graphic-tee with the Pepsi logo across the chest. Even when you dressed so simple, you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and he often wondered what he did to have someone so wonderful, other than Jake, in his life.

You opened your dazzling brown eyes, locking your gaze with his. "Why are you looking at me like that, silly?" You giggled, sticking your tongue out as you propped your head on a couch pillow.

"Just thinking about of amazing you are, dork." He countered, squeezing your leg lovingly as he watched your cheeks get a little warm.

"Gosh, you're too much for me," You sighed, covering your face with your hands before peeking out between your fingers, "Let's get high."

Sunghoon smiled, taking his signature white headphones from around his neck and placing them on the coffee table on front of them. "Shot gunning?"

"Shot gunning."

Shot gunning was your preferred way of getting high, ever since meeting Sunghoon that is. The first time you had tried weed, which actually was with Sunghoon, you inhaled too hard and ended up choking on your own breath. Sunghoon insisted that you didn't have to smoke just because he did it, but you insisted on trying it which led to him teaching you a different way of achieving the high without having to touch the blunt herself.

Once everything was set up Sunghoon took the blunt between his finger and thumb before striking the lighter in his other hand, bringing the small flame to the tip and watching it light up. He put the lighter away and took the first hit, breathing deeply and closing his eyes before exhaling, the smoke bellowing out of his parted lips and nose. A few seconds passed before he opened his eyes again, turning his head towards you.

"Ready?"

He watched as you bit your lower lip and nodded, sitting yourself up on the couch before kneeling next to him, their faces level with each other as your eyes stayed locked.

"I need to hear you say you're ready, beautiful."

You felt your face heat up and your heart swell, you always loved how caring he was about making sure you weren't feeling pressured. "I'm ready, Hoonie."

A small smile graced his lips before he brought the blunt up again, taking another slow drag and putting the blunt down, holding his breath. You parted your plump lips and Sunghoon did the same before blowing the smoke into your mouth. The smoke filled your lungs as you breathed in slowly, letting your eyes flutter shut before exhaling the same way, feeling your nerves begin to calm. As you opened your eyes your gaze locked with Sunghoon, who had a goofy smirk on his face.

"I never get tired of seeing that." He grinned, his heart nearly skipping a beat at the half-lidded stare you were giving him. The glow of the various lava lamps he had in the basement illuminated your face in a way that made it seem like you belonged in a pin-up poster, too perfect to be sitting in front of him right now.

"I never get tired of being shot gunned by you." You wistfully replied, a small smile tugging at your lips before another wave of heat rose to your cheeks. "Do you mind if I try something?" Your voice came out small, your gaze averting to the floor as you processed what you were going to do.

"Yeah- I mean, no, go for it," Sunghoon stuttered slightly, an embarrassed smile taking over the proud grin he had.

At his approval, you maneuvered your leg across his thighs before kneeling in front of him, straddling his waist as you sat in his lap. The new, and better, position allowed them both to be able to face each other without having to break their necks to face each other or Sunghoon to turn away to flick the ashes off.

"I-I just thought this would be easier," You spoke lightly, your hands picking nervously at each other in your lap. Sure, you had been dating for nearly a year, but that didn't stop your nerves from spiking each time you went out on a limb.

Sunghoon felt his cheeks set themselves on fire at the new position, having so much more to worry about than getting a cramp in his neck or side. "Y-Yeah, no, this is great, way better than before, actually." He smiled softly, his left hand resting on your hip lovingly as comfort.

After taking a moment to settle themselves, they began the process again; Sunghoon breathing in the smoke before blowing it into your mouth, allowing you to take in the high as well. He watched as you tilted your head back, sighing the smoke out into the air above them to avoid blowing it back into Sunghoon's face.

Sunghoon tracked your movement, his eyes trailing along your neck, taking in your smooth skin, before delving lower into what the cut of your t-shirt allowed him to see. He took in the details of your collarbones, just slightly protruding out, and the view of your breasts, which were slightly elevated due to the bra you wore. He wouldn't consider himself a person who gets horny while high, but with the view that was given to him in this very moment he could make an exception.

Thus, the process continued, rotating until the blunt was nothing but ash, leaving you and Sunghoon in a haze of smoke and lust as they grew closer to each other; you sat comfortably in Sunghoon's lap as he held onto your hips, his hands casually gripping your curves. Your foreheads rested on each-others, your noses slightly bumping as you relished in the high together, needing nothing but each other and the constant downpour of the rain.

"Sunghoon..." You breathed, your eyes staying closed as you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck lovingly.

Sunghoon hummed, not feeling the need to use words as he steadily continued to trace patterns on your skin.

"Can I wear your hoodie?" Your voice was small and calm as you placed your hands on his shoulders, lifting your head back to open your eyes.

Sunghoon felt his eyebrows furrow as he opened his eyes, meeting his girlfriend's blown-wide pupils. "Are you sure you won't get too hot?" He mused, stilling his thumbs against your sides.

You huffed lightly, a cute pout on your lips, "It's always pretty cold in here, besides; I'll just take off my shirt, see?" As if to prove your point, or rather claim, you reached for the hem of your shirt and swiftly pulled it over your head, dropping it to the floor behind you, leaving you in a simple black bra, goosebumps immediately rising against your skin from the change in temperature.

Sunghoon felt a stir in his lower stomach, his eyes quickly flicking to your breasts that rested in the cups of your bra, your chest moving in tune with the breaths you were taking. "Y-You didn't have to, you know?" He gaped, scanning over the new flesh that lacked all the marks he now wanted to make.

"I know," You smirked, bringing your face to his ear, "I could feel that you've been staring for a while now, I just wanted to give you a better view." You murmured seductively before nibbling at his earlobe, causing his grip to tighten on your hips with a gasp.

"In that case you're gonna have to help me now." Sunghoon moaned, his hips lifting slightly to rub against your core easily through your leggings.

Your movements were slow and languid, trailing kisses from his jaw to his lips, catching them in a deep kiss as you moved herself closer to be directly in his lap. Sunghoon allowed his hands to move from your hips to your waist, caressing the soft, plump skin he was met with, the warmth welcoming his hands.

Moments like this were quite possibly his favorite; the slow, lethargic kisses they both shared, even when they were both sober. He loved the feel of you pressed against him, no insecurities or worried clouding your judgement as you allowed yourself to be free and be comfortable with him, which only made you hotter.

"So, what do you say?" You finally spoke as their lips parted, ghosting against each other, "Can I?" You gazed at him with a fire of seductive confidence behind your eyes, the look only fueling the desire Sunghoon had to take you right in that moment.

He was practically rendered breathless from staring at you, almost forgetting to answer your awaiting question. "Definitely."

You engulfed his lips into a slow, yet heated kiss; lips smacking and tongues clashing in an instant of lust before they both broke away, a new spark igniting within the both of them. You took a second to stare at each other, breathing heavily before they broke into frantic movements.

Sunghoon shifted sporadically, pulling the hoodie up at any angle he could, nearly getting it stuck on his head and glasses as you frantically struggled to get your bra off, trying your best to keep your balance as Sunghoon wiggled and jerked, muttering and cursing here and there. The red death trap finally released its hold on Sunghoon, and he was met with the glorious sight of you dangling your bra on your finger, using your other hand to muffle your bubbling giggles.

"I'm glad you find me funny." He readjusted his glasses and took your hand away from your mouth, leaning himself forward to place a kiss on your lips.

"And I'm glad you don't mind me crushing you," You giggled again, nuzzling your nose against his own, causing him to blush before sucking his teeth at you.

"You could never." He murmured, kissing your cheek, then neck, before following up with another kiss on your lips, "You're perfect, besides, more cushion for the pushin'." As he said this he moved his hands to your ass, giving it a generous squeeze and earning himself a squeak of surprise.

"God, you're a dork." You sighed blissfully as moved his hands to your chest, massaging your breasts while he worked on decorating your neck in red. You felt the texture of his tongue run along a particularly sensitive part of your neck, causing you to shiver and his lips to curl into a smile before he sucked on the portion of skin.

"As long as I'm your dork, I'm okay with that."

He continued to litter your neck and chest with open-mouthed kisses, pinching your nipples teasingly before rolling them between his forefinger and thumb, hearing your gasps of pleasure as you gently tugged at his hair. Moving his head lower, he placed a few kisses at the top of your breasts before taking your right nipple into his mouth, licking tentatively at the hardening bud, still twisting at the unoccupied one.

You whimpered lightly, tilting your head back faintly as you held the back of his head, grinding down on the hardening bulge in his jeans for much needed friction. You felt him groan against your skin, lifting his hips to press into your core as you continued to grind onto him.

Without a moment to spare, Sunghoon moved on to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the right while he used his right hand to travel down your side, reaching the hem of the leggings. Before he could move any further, he felt you hand grab his, lifting it away from your hip.

"Nuh uh, shirt off first, you gotta finish this level before moving on, Hoonie," You taunted breathlessly, a small smirk grazing your lips as he released your breast with a small pop.

"Oh, I love when you speak video game," He groaned softly, flashing you a smile as he leaned away from you, reaching behind him to pull off his t-shirt and toss it off the side of the couch. "Now, pants?"

"Pants." You nodded, pushing yourself off of his lap to stand, allowing him to do the same.

Sunghoon's hands eagerly went to his belt buckle, rushing to undo the buckle and get the slightly tighter pants off of him, while you turned your back to him; bending over to give him a show as you pulled your leggings off, grinning as you heard Sunghoon groan.

"Leggings on you are a weapon to me, babe." He huffed in success as he finally pushed off his jeans, kicking them off in a pile behind him before coming face to face with you again.

You stared at each other for a heartbeat before Sunghoon chuckled, "Should we take off our underwear too before we go back to sitting?"

You thought for a second before huffing out a laugh, "Yeah, we probably should."

After taking off their underwear they resumed the previous position on the couch, kissing passionately as you hovered over his hardened cock, brushing against it every now and again with your wet cunt causing Sunghoon to shiver. He slid his hand between both of their bodies, using his finger to delve between your lower lips, feeling your wetness collect on his fingers. You moaned into the kiss, feeling your body shiver in excitement as his finger prodded at your slit before slowly sliding into your pussy; pumping a few times before he added a second, feeling your walls stretch around him.

"Sunghoon..." You moaned softly once you broke the kiss, resting your forehead against his as he continued to finger you, feeling the digits slightly curl inside of you. You gasped, shortly realizing what he was searching for as he picked up the pace, his thumb starting to rub small circles on your clit.

"Almost..." He murmured, keeping his eyes on your face as he curled his fingers again.

You inhaled sharply, tilting your head back as a loud moan escaped your lips. "Sunghoon!"

"There we go." Sunghoon grinned as he continued to thrust his fingers into your warmth, feeling your juices coat his digits as you hovered above his lap. He felt your walls clench as your hips bucked into his hand, moving his thumb faster across the sensitive bud of nerves; watching as your lips stayed parted to accommodate for the moans spilling out, eyelashes resting against the tops of your cheeks.

Your entire being exuded bliss, borderline pornographic as Sunghoon felt himself grow harder at the sight, if that was even possible at this point.

"H-Hoonie, I'm close-" You whimpered, your fingers finding their way into his hair as you leaned your head into his shoulder, tugging at the black strands while moaning into his skin, feeling the knot tighten within your abdomen.

"Come on baby, cum for me," He moaned, feeling your thighs begin to shake as your moans became constant.

As he pressed his fingers into your g-spot you let out a loud moan, shaking as your walls pulsed and convulsed around his fingers. Sunghoon continued to slowly pump his fingers inside of you, easing you down from your climax as he felt you panting against his neck, leaving small kisses against the warmth of his skin.

After a moment you sat up once again, gazing into his eyes with nothing but pure love and admiration before pulling him into a slow kiss. "Now it's your turn," You murmured against his lips, a smile growing on your own as you reached for the signature hoodie that started all of this. You easily slid the article over your body, feeling the slightly scratchy fabric of the inside envelope you in warmth and the scent of Sunghoon before digging around in the front pocket to take out a condom he usually had stashed there for 'safe keeping'.

Sunghoon was breathless as he took in the heavenly sight before him; his girlfriend with your slightly messed up hair and flustered face wearing his hoodie, his hoodie, slightly large over your frame with nothing underneath as you held out a condom. Sure, you had worn his hoodie numerous times before, but this was a sight unlike any other, and boy was he enjoying it. He was snapped out of his trance once he felt your hand wrap around his cock, pumping it gingerly as he shivered, not realizing how touch deprived he felt. "F-Fuck," He breathed, rutting his hips into your hand subconsciously.

You gasped lightly, the sound of his moan shooting directly to your core as you continued to pump him a bit faster, collecting the drops of precum that leaked out of the tip with your thumb and spreading it around.

"I-If you keep it up we're gonna have to wait fifteen minutes to do this again." He whimpered out a laugh, his hand wrapping around your wrist to stop your movements with a serious look. You nodded, chewing your lower lip before tearing open the packet, taking the lubricated condom between your fingers before moving off of his lap a bit to slide it along his dick; the rubber coating him almost like a second skin.

Moving yourself closer to him once again, you took his length in your hand to line him up with your slit, feeling the tip rub slightly against your pussy lips with a small moan. "Ready?"

Sunghoon nodded up at you, his hands holding your hips for support as you hovered above him, so close yet still so far.

"I need to hear you say you're ready, handsome," You breathed, a light of playfulness shining behind your eyes.

"I'm ready, baby," He practically groaned, making a mental note to get back at you for making him wait.

Nodding, you slowly slid yourself down on his cock, feeling his girth stretch your walls slightly as you continued to go down on him; a moan escaping both of your lips once your pelvises met.

Sunghoon bit his lip, fighting the urge to press your to his body and fuck you relentlessly as he felt you clench around him. You let out a small breath before steadying yourself against his lap, resting your hands on his shoulders and lifting your hips until only the head was inside of you before sinking down once again, a rush of pleasure coursing through your like electricity.

You continued the motion, speeding up once you heard Sunghoon's soft groan of pleasure; his hands helping you rise and fall against his cock at a steady pace. Opening your eyes, you looked at Sunghoon, watching as his stare was focused on his lap; watching as your pussy slid along his cock with ease. You brought your hands to the sides of his face, gently bringing his head up to meet your eyes, getting lost in the chocolate brown pools surrounded by the rim of his glasses; their breaths mingling together.

Within a heartbeat their lips smashed together, soft moans and whimpers escaping the both of them as you rode him faster, feeling his fingers squeeze against your hips as he pulled you into him. He pulled you down he thrusted his hips up out of instinct, moaning at the deeper contact he was able to reach.

"Fuck! R-Right there Sunghoon!" You mewled, gripping his shoulders tighter as you bounced, feeling his cock press against your g-spot as he thrusted into you again.

"Go-od you're so tight," He panted as he pulled you harder against him, feeling your walls clench and throb around him, feeling a familiar knot slowly begin to form in the pit of his stomach. "Hold on."

"W-Wha-" You started before you were suddenly pushed to the side, laying on your back while Sunghoon hovered over you, hiking your legs onto his hips and resting himself on his forearms for balance. He pushed himself deeper inside of your dripping pussy, causing you to moan out in pleasure at the new, and better, angle. "Oh, God!"

Sunghoon started out with a few slow thrusts before picking up speed, the sound of your moans and the lewdness of your skin slapping together filling the basement.

"You're so perfect, writhing under me like that, god you're perfect." He murmured against your ear, his words enunciated by his thrusts.

Your hands tangled themselves throughout his black locks, tugging harshly as you squeezed your legs around his hips. Moaning loudly, Sunghoon snapped his hips into yours with a near animalistic growl as he fucked you deeper, compensating for the speed.

"Hoon! Sunghoon, I-" You whimpered, your head pressing into the couch as you arched your body into his, feeling him continuously graze your g-spot with ease.

He sat up, much to your displeasure as your hands fell from his hair and took a moment to take in your position; your body bouncing against each of his thrusts as the hoodie rose up against your stomach, your breasts bouncing underneath the fabric freely while your face was wrapped in an expression of pure pleasure, eyes screwed shut and plump lips open to compensate for the moans that spilled out. He slid a hand down to your clit, rubbing the nub in quick circles in time with his thrusts, cursing when your pussy clenched around his cock once more.

"I know, cum for me beautiful, just for me," He moaned, putting off his own climax to get you to reach your climax first; a gentleman as always.

You felt the pressure in your stomach tighten before snapping completely, your eyes squeezing shut as you came against his cock. You came with a high-pitched moan of his name, your back arching slightly as he continued to thrust inside of you, helping you ride out your climax.

"I- fuck, I'll never get tired of seeing that," Sunghoon grunted, leaning over your body again as his own thrusts began to grow faster and sloppier, burying his head within the crook of your neck, sucking at your supple skin. "God you feel so good."

"G-Go on baby, cum, it's your turn," You moaned, holding him close to you as you raked your nails across his shoulders, bracing yourself against his relentless thrusts.

Sunghoon gave a few more hard thrusts before his hips stuttered, spilling his seed inside of the condom with a loud moan into your neck. He continued to thrust slowly, riding out his high as you whispered words of comfort, lightly running your fingers across his scalp as he panted heavily.

After a few moments of comforting silence Sunghoon slowly pulled out of you, going to dispose of the used condom before walking back to the couch; pulling on his once discarded boxers and t-shirt with a small smile on his lips. "Come on cutie, let's get you situated," He hummed, swiftly picking up your panties before dangling them in front of you.

"My legs feel like gel-o," You moaned, covering your face with your hands, the sleeves of his hoodie over them like mitts.

"Alright, you get recovery time but remember what they taught us in health class-"

"Yeah, yeah, STI's and all that," You interrupted, snatching the underwear from him as you slid them up your legs, "Cuddle while I recover, Mr. Health Enforcer?"

Chuckling lightly, Sunghoon nodded and sat on the couch, laying back on the opposite end before your maneuvered yourself on top of him; resting your head on his chest while your legs entwined.

"You know," He started, allowing his hands to move to your lower back lovingly, "You look really hot when you have my hoodie on, especially like that."

"I bet that's just the high talking." You murmured, closing your eyes to focus on the beat of his heart through his shirt.

"No, never. You always look hot to me, the hoodie just made it better because its mine, and you're mine, so it's a double whammy." He paused, furrowing his eyebrows, trying to find the right words to say. "You're not hot, actually, you're beautiful, more beautiful than words can describe, and a photo can capture. I love you because you're just, so... Indescribable."

You felt tears prick at your eyes as your heart swelled at his words, snuggling yourself closer to him with a small smile, "And I love you because you're so describable; so real, tangible, there. There are so many words to describe you I'd have to learn all the languages to use them all, and even then I'd be missing some. Every word comes so close yet so far to describing you yet they're all so valid because you're you, you're here, you're real."

Sunghoon squeezed you tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

[doremimosasol]

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 - 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 ๋࣭⭑

warnings: suggestive (trying to get into it more please forgive me), swearing

word count: 0,7 k (just a small one this time :))

a/n: thank you so so much @slytherinslut0 for proofreading this and giving these amazing adaptions, I love you <3

Oh, Mattheo was always so goddamn needy. 10 minutes until class? Not ideal. But Mattheo did a lot of things far from ideal. Once you gave him the chance to lay his hands on you, he never stopped.

How you’d finally gotten here was almost mind-boggling to him after months of just trying to get you to look at him, months of wondering how those delicate hands of yours would feel on his body. However, it was more than that. He didn't only want your touch on his skin, he wanted it on his soul. Gods, he’d never craved someone as much as he craved you.

And no matter what he did, he couldn’t control himself. Thoughts running wild when he stared at his ceiling, finding their way back to you without failure. His mind was consumed by thoughts of you. It drove him insane, resulting in endless sleepless nights.

Oh… but when he finally got you to look at him, when he finally got you to speak to him, the thoughts only got worse. You were definitely interested, it must be. Were you though?

To him, it seemed all too coincidental. You woke at the same time as him, and ate breakfast at the same time as him—your minds must be connected. You went to the library at night, you must've known it was a habit of his too. Take the same routes as him? Gosh, you must be in love with him.

But maybe you actually were falling for him, you saw him more than you saw your own friends. Everywhere you were, he was. Coincidence? Hell no. Schedules of each other in the back of both of your minds.

It didn't even take a month before he had you pressed against the wall of one of the broom closets. Hot breath, fervent fingers, charged atmosphere. You wanted each other. He was hastily moving his hands over your shirt, cursing it for getting in the way of his goal.

"For fuck's sake, let these buttons open up already."

Warm breath hitting your ear while he let his hands travel everywhere they shouldn't be. He was so hot, everything about your interactions was hot. Fingers inching closer to the place where you desperately needed them most.

You two never kissed though, the contact of lips unnecessary in the heat of those moments. It would make it feel too real. Because if you didn't kiss, nothing happened right? You could just go on with your lives until the next time.

And that's how you both acted around each other outside of the places and moments he worshipped your body. No traces left on each other, a secret.

10 minutes until class, enough time to get your high. For each of you to get your fix. But not nearly enough time to calm down—both still on edge in class. The steady yapping from the professor at the front was not even remotely being absorbed. Eyes glued to each other, unable to wipe the feel of fingers on skin from your minds. The heat of each other's eyes reflecting the heat that you both now so desperately tried to cool down.

And every time it became more real, the passion was not only present in those rooms but now when you both were around each other throughout the day. The nagging feeling. The emotion undeterred.

You knew it was over when you two finally kissed. You were in far too deep to turn back now. Because it already felt too real, and you both knew it. Once you started, you couldn’t stop — not doing anything other than kissing that night. Trying to make up for the time you waited.

Bodies moving in sync, not even able to catch your breath. You felt out of this world. Yet he was still by his senses, still making sure his body was driving you to your high. Once he heard the familiar sound of your moans he knew, he once again succeeded.

His breath hitting your ears, burning your skin. "Let's make this fucking real, yeah? Be my girlfriend, please be my girlfriend." He was begging... or demanding?

Of course, you said yes. You finally caught your breath, only for it to be taken away once more — and more and endlessly more times.

[gangplanksorenji]

Kinknuary Day 10: Body Worship

Pairing: ITZY Yuna x Male Reader

Word Count: 4,197

[Kinknuary Masterlist]

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“God, you’re breaking the Internet, again, Yuna.” You present a flummoxed face (not really surprised, but you're still amazed) as you swipe left to view the pictures she's taken.

“Well, daddy—” Yuna scoffs, a sanguine look paints her face as she turns to face you, proving how she’s worthy of that goddamn title no one can take away from her, “—all of them know how eye-catching my body can be. Hah—all I know is that there's probably thousands and thousands of people drooling over my slender body.”

“And only I—” You pulled her immediately onto yours, inches away from your bodies touching as you gave her a mischievous smirk in which Yuna portrays shyness towards you as she probably knows where this will go, on your own accord, “—can get to see them everyday or whenever I want.”

“Daddy!” Yuna playfully retaliates with a light punch, in which you laugh because of her adorable remarks. “Don’t be so complacent. I still have schedules with the members and gladly, I got to see you despite my hectic schedule.”

She was genuine when she said this and you couldn’t help but blush because of it. You know how schedules can literally abort your plans with her and you ultimately understand it and you don’t really want to interfere with any of that because of the threat of being caught by the media’s eyes as you know how crazy their eavesdropping abilities are. You knew her side and yours, and the fact she showed up just to bond with you is beyond spectacular as you’re in awe with her willingness.

“Yuna, I really do appreciate your efforts, honestly…” You then kiss her forehead as you let her know how genuinely grateful you feel as those doe eyes stare at you endearingly, mirroring the affectionate atmosphere you’ve emanated earlier.

“All for you, daddy, ‘cause I know how much you love me and miss me…” 

Yuna knows the picks to your locks and won’t definitely keep the gates closed to herself if she knows within a single touch, your whole world could collapse in shambles. Yes, within just a single action gets some fruit of labor: a kiss enamored with affection as both parties engage with utmost intimacy, fighting for dominance. Well, it’s not exactly dominance but the aggression on each other’s reciprocation is vocalized, and Yuna, as the girl she is, fully indulges onto the taste of your lips as if you're insanely insatiable—I mean, you are insanely irresistible at her end as both feelings are mutual. 

Your hands gracefully course its way onto the back of her slender, hourglass waist and then the endgame, her plump buttcheeks, further emphasized with the skinny jeans she loves wearing—of course, she’ll make sure you’ll get some of your own private content, exclusively for your eyes to take a sight on only. As you deepen the kiss, Yuna hums in satisfaction as she waited for this for weeks and now, is extremely jovial as every second is cherished within heated pecks. 

“You kiss me so good, daddy.”

“You’re a great kisser too, Yuna, and—” You lean back a little, composing yourself onto a sight that will sure make anyone in awe—taking some time to look at the sight of her perfectly-sculpted waist as you take yourself to admire how hot she is and how her outfit perfectly compliments her hourglass figure. “—gosh, you look incredibly hot and pretty in this outfit.”

No wonder why the Internet goes crazy over this girl, and gladly, you knew the answer way back then as you’re always thankful to see it with your very own eyes.

Yuna faces slightly against you as she tries to hide the rosy hue her cheeks have emanated but she doesn't even bother to conceal her true emotions, as you’re in awe of how weakly she’s taking your compliments. She rested her hands onto your shoulders as you couldn’t contain your emotions again and initiated another kiss but this time, you parted out of her mouth quickly enough to appreciate her other features by peppering it with needy kisses. You take your time to admire her smooth, porcelain skin and then latch your lips onto it, suckling onto her neck as she lets out an almost inaudible moan as your actions make her feel great.

“You know you can get rid of this stupid jacket, Yuna.”

“You’re right, da—ahh—daddy…” Yuna didn’t mind your affectionate peppering towards her neck to express her insatiability and your hunger towards her as she continues to slowly remove her pieces of clothing that’s refraining you from addressing your love for her further. You gave her ease by moving for her comfort as not so long after, she already removed her first layer of clothing as you smile from the sight of more skin is being exposed but Yuna knows it wasn’t enough, so she course her way onto undressing her crop top jacket and still, you continue peppering her with kisses yet this time, you add admiration to her sharp collar bones that she always liked.

“Y-You really missed k-kissing them, daddy?”

“Of course I do, baby.” With now just her black spaghetti-strapped top as the last line of defense, you ultimately succumbed onto your own primal desires as you worship every inch of her exposed skin, showing her how much you love them in series: her shoulders that you always love to see whenever she feels confident, her sharp collar bones that exudes class and sexiness in every way possible and there’s way more features to express your love on and it’s only inches away before your latch onto your treasured grand prizes.

“As much as I love this outfit on you, Yuna—it’s better on the floor because your body’s a better sight to see.”

“B-But—ahh, daddy! I k-know how much you’ll l-love them so, thank you—ahh, right there!”

Of course, just like any other person, Yuna reads your mind with outfits that showcase her curves and you know how much you’ll love them and she’s clever with that. Having enough of her neck and collarbones, you want to discover and worship more of her as you’re only getting started—and Yuna’s already moaning like crazy, considering how she’s always sensitive to the touch whenever she’s with you. 

“Don’t you mind it if I do, Yuna?” Your fingers play the strap on her top, waiting for her green light if you can strip it out of her. 

“I d-don’t mind it, daddy—my b-body is all yours—all fucking yours!”

Well, that’s more of a green light than what you expected but nonetheless, you did as what you told yourself to do—stripping that strap off of her body as gravity gracefully does its work and you finished the job yourself. She raised her arms for a better leverage on undressing that stupid clothing off and wow, you didn’t expect the sight that has been laid onto you now.

“Hm, getting really naughty and daring huh, Yuna?” Yes, your eyes would never lie to you nor give you delusional hallucinations as the sight of her fully-uncovered, perky breasts are now all over your sight with her taut buds begging for your touch and god, you just want to give in to your temptation. Well, there’s no one stopping you about your own animalistic urges as your fingers find its way onto her taut nipples, pinching it as you alternate it with fondling that makes Yuna moan in more need as greed clouds her mind, wanting you to do more.

“Well, I k-knew you’d l-like this so—ahh, daddy! Yes, I—god—ahh, I w-want to surprise you…”

And you’re definitely surprised yet the familiar tent is now coming down to your nether regions, poking onto the frustrating clothing that is holding them back. “And I’m damn surprised about this, Yuna but I love it—you know? Easier access…” And you just keep teasing her with your tongue and your lips latching onto her stiff buds and the constant fondling of her perky breasts as inevitably, Yuna cries as the sensitivity is peaking at its finest loves everything that’s happening, the further stimulation becoming the golden trophy she’s been longing for.

You continue sucking onto the smooth, spotless skin as you were deprived of her for years and the random nibbling of your tongue onto her nipples as the cherry on top and it never stopped, and so are Yuna’s symphonic moans. 

“Do you know how perfect you are, Yuna? You are something no man can express ‘cause look at you—” Your hands sluggishly caress her midriff and then towards her perky mounds in which, she can’t help but irresistibly moan out how great she’s feeling and your touch does wonders all over her body. “—sculpted perfectly and built to be fucking used, huh, Yuna?”

If she’s arousing the living hell out of you as she aims to unleash the feral beast inside your soul, then might as well add some of the filthy talk to further lit up the flames of lust that has been building up. You know how horny and unstoppable Yuna can get, but you need to let her know how much you adore her and how perfect her body is. She’s getting riled up, you could tell from the writhing of her knees and thighs whenever you play with the smooth skin of her toned abdomen and that alone, puts a delighted smile on your face, knowing that she’s being turned on truly by your primally lustful actions. You continue to play, kiss and worship her body, like a goddess that’s insanely insatiable as every action you do releases such beautiful moans that orchestrate such a symphony that would dive in to listen to please and satisfy you even more.

“Let it out, Yuna—I know how much you love my tongue licking and mouth kissing all over this beautiful waist.”

Of course, Yuna won’t bother to articulate such a response if your mouth and your tongue is making her wild and crazy. You really can’t comprehend how insanely irresistible she can be and you like it—you could only know limitless possibilities to praise her body as every inch isn’t ignored, lathered with either your saliva or peppered with kisses by your mouth. Having enough and becoming satisfied on worshiping the flexing protrusion of her abdominals muscles of her waist, you averted your attentions towards her milky, smooth armpits and her sharp collar bones but Yuna wants the best for you, so, she interrupted you with a proposition, hoping for you to agree.

“D-Daddy, I know y-you can’t stop but I can lay d-down on the bed upstairs so you can be more comfortable.”

You wouldn’t turn down on that, because you wanted the maximum comfort between both parties so, without wasting any time, the both of you went upstairs to continue such an endearing yet lustful act of fervor and love.

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“Daddy—right there! Ohh—fuck, you’re so good—hah, oh god…”

You totally succumb to your temptations, licking onto the succulent-looking, smooth armpits as you voice out your satisfaction through hums between kisses and licks. Of course, you never left those perky breasts hanging and being unattended, as your hands fondle it with care, and aims to stimulate Yuna further and as well as her stiff buds that’s her ultimate kryptonite—it always brings her down to her knees whenever you stimulate her with it and you marvel with her response to your own doing. You continue to lather her pits with your drool as you salivate on it, and then alternating it with some kisses on her collar bones to express your gratitude on this opportunity and how much you love them, for the umpteenth time.

“You must l-love my p-pits, hm, daddy—oh fuck, t-that’s good!”

“I love every inch of your body, Yuna, but these smooth pits are something else.” Even if you didn’t bother to answer, she knows what could be your response as you continue your masterclass by peppering her impeccable features to the point of no-return. You’ve been kissing and she’s moaning for like ten minutes straight and you know you can’t just stop on a note with just worshiping her—even though that alone is such an ethereal sight and a thing you would do for hours—but rather, want to feel her now as the growing lust that’s causing arson because of its raging fire inside you is more than evident, the familiar tent onto your crotch is now painfully sticking out and it’s not that long before Yuna notices it.

“Oh, daddy!” Her hands course its way onto your clothed crotch as you slightly moaned in response to her retaliating actions. She lightly squeezes the growing member on your pants as you can see her eyes lit up in anticipation as she’s longing for this for a long while now. “I want this—I want to feel this, daddy. I want it—I want it—I want it!”

Of course, Yuna will beg until her legs give out, just to get what she wants and she won’t stop until it’s further fulfilled. She deserves it nonetheless, as always and knowing how tiring her schedules has been for the past week, it’s maybe a time for you to claim her paramount of all rewards that you gave her, and also, giving in to the temptations and your own animalistic urges as you stop kissing her and stood up, off the bed, stripping your clothing off your body as Yuna watches in delight—those glistening, round eyes watching your every move is such an arousing scene as her lip bites is the cherry on top, encouraging you to go faster.

Hurriedly, your clothing deemed useless, all down on the floor scattered and ignored as your rock-hard length greets Yuna and her eyes—those endearing eyes of hers sets off the lustful mood as she admires your hard cock, her hands enveloping the full girth of it would be the start of this steamy session.

“God—you’re so fucking hot too, daddy. This hard, girthy cock all for me—just for me, hihi~”

And she’s right. It’s all for her, as a grand gift for her hardwork and to let her own desires be fulfilled by you, with her. 

“Of course, baby—now, strip your pants off and lay down on your fours, is that clear, Yuna?”

She nods eagerly as she does what she’s been told to, unbuttoning her pants as she draws it down to her ankles, letting gravity do the work as the rest of her body unravels within a single second and making you fall under her spell. Her full body is now on display and you can’t believe how she looks unreal and built like a doll—it almost feels surreal even looking at it, let alone worshiping it with your mouth as you instantly drool over the sight of her tight, slender body. There’s still a single line of defense that she needs to take off: her black panties that served as a showstopper for so long has now been removed and thrown out to god knows where and with both bodies naked and her pussy now within your reach, you won’t going to waste any time about any foreplay.

Of course, you won’t just penetrate her with your whole, fully-erected length as it’s maybe too fast and you yourself, you wanted some time to tease her as you ate up your thoughts earlier—blame her godlike figure for wanting to appreciate it further rather than coursing your way onto the climax of a stupendous show. You kneel down onto the bed as you line your tip onto the emanating heat of her folds as it captivates you to plunge in fully but you fight and refrain from doing so, taking a look of admiration on her impeccable features to further fuel the fire of lust that has been igniting inside your heart since the start. You palm her supple buttcheeks as it compliments the curves of her body and her muscular back which serves such a sight to behold—you’ll literally spend hours murmuring how perfect she looks and you won’t get tired about it because it’s all the truth. As the cherry on top, you let your intrusive thoughts win as you harshly gave those inviting cheeks a slap in which, she loves as the moan that came out of her mouth is the reason—she definitely loves the spanks you give her in every steamy session that’s about to take place.

“Daddy—please put it in me already, please, daddy~ Ow—ohh, daddy~”

Of course, a vixen like her will invite you to fulfill her needs whenever possible. As much as you want to tease her even more, the animalistic urges inside you is further giving you up to the temptation and knowing how insatiable a hot girl like Yuna is, you can’t afford to refrain yourself onto your deserved treat even further as without any warning, you grip her hips as you plunge your whole length deep inside her, filling her up to the hilt. She’s incredibly tight and wet and your earlier stimulation probably helped a lot and every time you try and move your hips, the suffocating clenching of velvety walls ensues as you groan in pain and pleasure just because of it.

“God, Yuna—you’re so fucking tight! You’re probably tighter than what I expected—fuck! I swear, when you don’t get to feel my cock inside this tight, little cunt, it just goes crazily tight and this should be studied!”

“I d-don’t know daddy but—gahh, fuck, fuck, daddy—I’m j-just so—gahh—tight and w-wet around you.”

It’s nigh-impossible for her to articulate anything as your whole length is a bit of a struggle to take, considering that it can almost wreck her tight, little cunt open even with the faintest of thrust and of course, she’s obsessed with it. You start moving with a leisure pace and Yuna couldn’t contain the profanities as she lets it all out, voicing the peak pleasure she’s experiencing. Maybe, with the sight of her perfectly-sculpted back and waist, you’re going to get more aroused and erected that no one can top the serotonin you’re currently feeling—they’re not going to blame you for that, Yuna herself is at her own league and one hell of a woman. 

Thanks to the constant wetness of her pussy, it wasn’t a struggle finding the way to increase the pace as your hips maintain such a pleasurable oscillation that the both of you favor it. With this new profounded pace, she tightens the grip on the bed sheets as she clings on it for a leverage to fight the euphoric essence of sex as more angelic moans adds to the symphony of lust and your hips, immediately orchestrate such a wonderful tempo of hard thrusts. 

You’re bound to break her open because of how horny you’re feeling now, and give it absolutely everything just to reward both of yourselves to the promised land.

“Oh fuck, daddy—h-harder—pound my p-pussy harder, d-daddy—gahh, oh fuck—right there!!”

Now with Yuna burying her head onto the mattress, her ass raised up and your hand forming a makeshift ponytail for a leverage to further hammer her tight cunt like she deserves it, this new position achieves a greater penetration that it’s too heavenly to be true. You didn’t really care on how much she’s moaning or screaming thanks to the muffling she’s now making with the foam of the mattress acting as a soundproof tool to protect your ears—well, it’s everytime you fuck her senseless, she lets out such ear-screeching screams of pleasure and delight that it’s giving you a hint of a heart attack because the last thing you want to hear on your doorstep is a noise complain just because of Yuna. In every set of thrusts you do, you admire the perfection you’re ruining as the incoming disheveled sight of her is just putting you on a brain rot, the paramount of a brain haywire because of how arousing that thought is. 

It’s such an incredible feeling coursing down your veins as all you want to do is fuck her until her legs give out and end on a note whefe Yuna’s fully sullied by you, and on your warm embrace to end the night perfectly and you want achieve just that. Constant cries is being from her as her pussy streams down like a rivulet, knowing how she’s enjoying your wild pace as the clashing of both bodies reverberates such a sound that adds up to the ocean of lustful symphonies that’s going to be lost because on how many the both of you had composed already. Her dripping heat is still as tight even with your onslaught of thrusts and it’s just utter perfection as you love every second that’s happening right now. You alternate between giving her small, dirty talks, harsh spanks on her backside, nibbling and suckling onto her nape and fondling of her perky breasts in which, it stimulates her further into oblivion and in one point, it’s all going to break loose.

“D-Daddy—gahh—daddy…”

“Y-Yes, baby?”

Yuna raises her head a little as her arms supports herself and, she take seconds to articulate words as your pace is literally making her struggle to think straight, fucking her brains out like how she wanted it always. “I’m g-gonna cum—onto this c-cock—daddy I’m s-so—gahh—close!!”

You’re not going to make her suffer from her near success as given the situation, you double the efforts of stimulation onto her weak points as well as your thrusts and soon enough, her dam is about to collapse its walls, unleashing the labor of her own anticipated success. When she lets out a muffled scream, you know it’s all loose as you slow down your thrusts, giving her opportunity to let everything out as she drips down around your cock like a waterfall, every drop signifies her long-awaited orgasm as it stains the sheets—and god, you need another set of these after you’re done with her. You didn’t pull out but let her orgasmic trance pass through as every second was an entire blissful event that clouded her mind. After for like, twenty seconds of a world-rocking orgasm, she slowly recovers as she also wanted your own treasured prize.

“I k-know you wanna c-cum inside my perfect, little cunt—s-so please, daddy—gahh—cum inside me…”

You didn’t think of anything but the fact of chasing your own orgasm and knowing that Yuna herself wants your seed deep inside her says a lot about your conclusion. You’re pretty close on achieving your own high when Yuna came hard, and it wasn’t going to be a struggle on setting the fire onto the fuse as you gave yourself the hardest of thrusts your hips can muster and it’s not that long before you feel the familiar knot in your loins, stepping closer to your anticipated goal.

Yuna pleads in every thrust you do and it adds gasoline to the flames of lust and you love it. You can count up to ten and you’ll probably won’t past zero as you instantly set yourself onto your own blissful trance, letting out such profanities as you bury your cock deep inside her tight walls, filling her up to the brim as you shoot thick, warm shots of semen that is treasured truly by her and her tight pussy. Chasing your paramount of all highs, you ravage her cunt with your final, harsh thrusts as it finally subsides after a barrage of it and the both of you fell down limp as your exasperate bodies catch their own needed breaths, the session being too steamy as always as silence ensues for a while as both your ragged breaths builds up the faint noises that was once emanated by peak vulgarity and sin.

“God, daddy—that was—”

“Good, yeah, baby… That was goddamn good.” You face her onto your side as your sweaty bodies clash together again with your initiation of a torrid kiss, in which she eagerly reciprocates but not so long after, you pull out of her lips’ embrace as you voice out your satisfaction with the earlier steamy sex.

“You felt so good, Yuna—your body is just perfect—hah…”

“And y-you fucked me so well, daddy. You came a lot too—fuck, my legs—shit…”

“Oh no—shit, am I in trouble?” Panic sets in as you’re worried that you fucked her a little too hard yet Yuna reassures you, letting you know that it’s fine and she can still feel it but of course, pain is inevitable given your sets of hard thrusts that almost broke her.

“You sure, Yuna?”

“Yeah, daddy—we may clean up later but I wanna cuddle with you for now, hihi~”

“Come here, Yuna…” You initiated a warm embrace in which she indulges in as your bodies feel the utmost affection that no one can rival, and that’s just a wholesome moment between the both of you.

“But you can fuck my mouth later, daddy—ooh! Or my ass, if you want!”

And she’s cheerful again like nothing ever happened earlier.

God, this girl is freaky and that’s why you fucking adore her and you guess, the show just started between the both of you…

[pickingupmymercedes]

Your future was Ferrari - Part 1/?

Part 2

summary: She was finally making her dreams come true, but as the old saying goes "when it rains, it pours" and maybe the nudge Charles gave her might get her somewhere she would never find on her own.

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

warnings: mild mature content, alchool consumption, mentions of sexual activies

Also, wrap it before you tap it

wordcount: +3K

a/n: It's my birthday!!! So, naturally you guys get something as a gift. This is my first ever series, and gosh, it's so hard to coordinate it. Also huge thanks to @mysticworks for the plot, I'm gonna milk this one.

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

MILD CONTENT UNDER, -18 PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

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The fireworks in the Abu Dhabi night sky painted the picture as the 2023 Formula 1 season came to an end. The Yas Marina Circuit buzzed with activity as teams packed up and exchanged congratulations and goodbyes. Amidst the hustle and bustle, the end-of-season official celebration promised a night to celebrate the ending and the beginnings of cycles.

As you stood at the entrance to the lavish venue, your heart pounded with excitement and nerves. You tried smoothing down your pants but the wrinkles kept showing up, almost as if to annoy you, a touch of nervousness fluttering in your stomach as you whispered to yourself, “I do not belong in this type of party.” But this wasn't just any celebration; it was the culmination of a year's hard work and dedication. And tonight, you had an added reason to celebrate – you were finally moving to Ferrari, after years of dedication, fulfilling yours and your father’s dream in the red team.

Stepping foot in the main event’s room, your eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face. Just when you started having second guesses, you saw him – Charles Leclerc, an old friend and colleague from your days at Alpha Romeo. A smile spread across your face as his eyes met yours in the crowd and he motioned for you to come closer.

"Charles!" your voice filled with warmth and a hint of relief at finding someone familiar.

“You made it!" He answered, pulling you into a tight hug. "I knew you wouldn't miss this."

You laughed, now finally breathing in a bit calmer. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

As you made your way into the party, Charles filled you in with stories from the season and introduced you to everyone he could find dressed in red. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses.

A few drinks in, Charles grinned mischievously at you. "I dare you to go and hit on Lewis."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "You must be joking?" Charles grin only widening. "Come on, it'll be fun, you’ve had the biggest crush on him since forever, give it a go!"

You were high, so incredibly high at that point, much like everyone else in that club. But one very clear thought took over: Lewis didn’t know you and besides, what was the worst it could happen, a rejection?!

So, taking a deep breath and fueling a mix of “screw it” and liquid courage, you approached Lewis Hamilton, a god to the sport you loved so dearly.

"Hi, are you really a race car driver? You’ve been driving me crazy all night" you said, extending your hand with a playful smile.

"Okay, that was actually a good one. I'm Lewis," he replied, handing out his hand for you to shake with a smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“Was it?” You bursted with laughter, clearly amazed he was actually charmed by your cheesy pickup line.

“That, and you’re really hot, miss…?” His intense gaze on you as his hands reached to touch your waist just so slightly, almost as if asking for your name was actually him asking for permission to touch you.

“Oh right, I’m y/n”

“Would you give me the honor of dancing with you?”

“Can’t really say no to a sir, can I?!” the playfull banter you intended igniting something is his eyes that you almost didn’t catch, but that changed the relaxed energy between you two.

As you danced with and around Lewis, you two continued to charm each other, the connection between you undeniable, and the chemistry palpable, but still, only touches were really there. You were hyper aware of his hands dancing across your body but not once did he motioned to bring his lips anywhere near you.

In those hours you never once talked about Formula 1, notreally interested in that part of him anyway, you wanted to get to know the person behind all the success, not the figure the world got to see weekend in and out.

“I need to go in a few minutes, but hm... would you like to go on a date with me, tomorrow afternoon? I promise to surprise you” His question caught you by surprise, he didn’t really show any interest in seeing you privately, at least not in the way you thought he would, but the gleam in his big dark eyes made it impossible for you to deny him.

“I’d love to” You moved to get your phone so he could put his number but he stopped dead “I don’t do phone number, love. Let me get you to your hotel tonight, I’ll be sure to pick you tomorrow”

You hesitated for a moment, secrecy a huge red flag for you, but then again, it wasn’t anyone, it was Lewis and he had every reason under the sun to be like that.

So, you got into the Mercedes waiting for him at the back entrance, his friends in a different car already heading to their own hotel, just you, him and the crazy tension that could be cut with a knife between the two of you.

“Be ready by 16:00, wear something light.”

“Where are you taking me, Lewis?”

“I do hope you’re just as courageous as you were approaching me today” And with that he left a soft kiss to your temple before you could even think about an answer. Getting out of car without really understanding where you had gotten yourself into.

The anticipation was palpable as you waited in the lobby of your hotel. Your heart raced with a blend of excitement and nervous energy, each passing second amplifying your anticipation. The surroundings of the hotel lobby seemed oddly out of place with the adventure that Lewis had promised you. The juxtaposition was not lost on you – here you were, waiting to be picked up by a global superstar, for an adventure you knew nothing about in a fancy lobby of a hotel in Abu Dhabi.

When Lewis pulled up, driving himself, clad in shorts and a t-shirt, the surreal nature of the situation hit you even harder. The sight of him, so casually dressed and behind the wheel, added a layer of authenticity that momentarily caught you off guard. This wasn't the man the world knew; this was Lewis, the person, taking a genuine interest in sharing an adventure with you.

"Hey, ready for this?" Lewis greeted you with a warm smile as you climbed into the car.

"Still don’t know what for, but let’s do this" you replied, trying to mask your excitement with casual ease, earning a chuckle from him.

As Lewis maneuvered through the streets, he made small talk in an attempt to break the mounting tension. His easygoing demeanor and genuine interest in getting to know you better were both disarming and endearing. You found yourself gradually relaxing, the initial awkwardness dissipating with each passing moment.

"So, have you ever done anything like this before?" Lewis asked, casting a sideways glance at you.

"Getting into a date I know nothing about, with a dude that could be potently trying to kidnap me?! Nah, this will be my first time" you mused, seeing how his features lightened the more you opened up.

A thoughtful pause followed before Lewis blurted out "I thought skydiving would be fun."

Your heart leapt with joy at his words. The exhilaration you had been feeling was now tinged with elation. Skydiving had always been on your bucket list, a dream you had yet to fulfill. And here was Lewis, suggesting it as if he had read your mind.

"No way? I've always wanted to try skydiving!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your excitement any longer.

Lewis grinned, his eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief, excitement and relief "Well then, today's your lucky day."

Upon arriving at the skydiving center, the adrenaline was palpable. The vibrant energy of the place was contagious, and the sight of the vast blue sky served as a stark reminder of the adventure that lay ahead. Lewis led you towards the instructor who would guide you through the process.

"Alright, let's get you geared up," the instructor began, laying out the parachute and harness. He proceeded to give you a detailed briefing on safety protocols and what to expect during the jump. As the instructor demonstrated the proper techniques and emphasized safety precautions, you couldn't help but feel nervousness. Lewis, ever attentive, kept casting side glances your way, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity.

Just before gearing up, Lewis pulled you aside, his gaze locking onto yours. "Are you okay with this? Are you still excited?" his genuine concern evident in his voice. However, you couldn't contain your excitement, a wide grin spreading across your face as you reassured him "Absolutely! I can't wait!"

Lewis smiled; his relief palpable. "Alright, let's do this." With a final check of the equipment and a nod of approval from the instructor, you and Lewis found yourselves boarding the plane. The anticipation built with each passing moment as the plane ascended, the ground below becoming increasingly distant.

As you reached the desired altitude the plane's door opened, revealing the vast expanse of the sky below. The rush of wind and the sheer height were both exhilarating and intimidating. Locked in tandem with your instructor and Lewis paired with his, you prepared to take the leap. And then the world around you turned into a blur of colors and sensations. The initial rush was overwhelming, but as you acclimated to the sensation of freefalling, a profound realization began to form in the back of your mind.

Upon landing safely back on solid ground, a brief silence enveloped you. The gravity of the experience left you momentarily speechless, lost in thought. Noticing your quiet demeanor, Lewis approached you, his concern evident. "Did you enjoy it?" he asked softly.

"It was... intense. I'm still processing it." You hesitated, trying to find the right words. Lewis nodded, sensing there was more you weren't sharing. "Is everything okay? You seem a bit lost in thought."

At first, you brushed off his concern with a simple, "It's nothing." But Lewis, ever perceptive, gently pressed on as you got back to the car, his hands reaching for yours encouraging you to open up. Taking a deep breath, you finally confessed, "The jump made me question how little humankind really was, how vast and boundless the world truly is."

A smile spread across Lewis's face, his features almost successfully hiding the happiness that you had gotten the point he tried to show everyone "It has a way of putting things into perspective, doesn't it?"

The drive back to your hotel was quiet, the tension palpable in the confined space of the car. The city lights began to paint fleeting shadows across Lewis's face as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow. His tattooed hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his focus split between the road ahead and fleeting glances in your direction.

"Would you like to grab something to eat? I don't want to let you go just yet," Lewis ventured, his voice laced with a subtle reluctance, yet an underlying desire.

Your eyes met his, a playful glint shimmering in your gaze as you assessed the situation. His profile, illuminated by the soft dashboard light, was a stark reminder of his reputation and allure.

"Sure, where to, then?" you replied, your voice light and teasing, yet laced with a hint of challenge.

Lewis chuckled, his lips curling into a knowing smile, the glint in his eyes intensifying. "It’s gonna sound so pretentious, but my hotel has this amazing pasta."

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you leaned back, the thrill of the moment coursing through your veins. Of course, that's where the evening was headed. He was Lewis Hamilton, after all, a man known for his lavish tastes and adventurous spirit. You'd heard the stories, the tales of his countless escapades and magnetic allure. You were just another name on his list, a fleeting encounter in the grand tapestry of his life.

Yet, as the playful banter continued, a sense of pride and daring took hold. If you were destined to be just a footnote in his story, why not make it memorable? Why not enjoy the moment and embrace the excitement?

"It sounds as indulgent as you think, but I'd love to spend a bit more time with you," you replied, your voice dripping with playful mischief. Your fingers reached out, brushing against his hand that rested on the console between you, feeling the warmth and strength of his grip, a silent acknowledgment of the mutual attraction and intrigue that simmered beneath the surface.

As Lewis parked the car and led you towards his suite, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. The soft lighting and luxurious rooms added to the intensity of the moment, casting a romantic glow that heightened your senses.

Once in his suite, Lewis turned to face you, his eyes searching yours with a mix of desire and uncertainty. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "I want to make sure you're comfortable."

Your heart raced as you met his gaze, captivated by the sincerity and respect in his eyes. Despite the playful banter, daring adventure and certainty you held that you were a hook up, Lewis's concern for your well-being was there and it shocked you for a bit.

With a shy smile, you nodded, your voice steady yet filled with anticipation. "Yes, I'm sure," you replied, your words also echoing the desire you felt. The tension was palpable as Lewis leaned in, closing the distance between you. The world around fading as his lips met yours. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer so you could really feel him.

The sensation of his lips against yours sent shivers down your spine, the chemistry between you undeniable. The intensity of the kiss deepened, the boundaries between playful banter and genuine connection blurring as you both surrendered to whatever it was that made him so incredibly irresistible.

As you both pulled apart, catching your breath from the intensity of the moment, a playful smirk crossed your lips, a thought crossing your mind.

"Do you have a condom?" you asked, your voice filled with anticipation. Lewis's eyes widened slightly at your forwardness, a hint of surprise flashing across his face before a confident grin replaced it. Without a word, he reached for his pack on his backpack, pulling out a condom and holding it up for you to see.

"Of course, you'd have packs with you," you mused, your voice dripping with playful mischief and a hint of mistrust. The allure of the moment, the intensity of the connection, and the thrill of the unexpected encounter had led you both to this point, and you, for sure, wouldn’t turn back now.

Before you could say another word, Lewis silenced you with another passionate kiss, the intensity of the moment deepening as he pulled you close. His hands found their way to your waist, lifting you effortlessly and carrying you towards the bed. The soft fabric of the sheets beneath you, the warmth of Lewis's embrace, and the intimacy of the moment combined to create a sense desire that was intoxicating.

He was going to be yours, if only for one night. And in that moment, there was nothing more you could wish for.

As the first light of dawn hit the curtains, the sound of running water from the shower echoed in the room. The luxurious suite was bathed in a soft glow, the remnants of past night still lingering in the air. You stirred from your sleep, the sheets tangled around you, Lewis's scent lingering on every fabric, surface and memory. The night before played in your mind, a mix of passion, connection, and lust that had led to a whirlwind of emotions.

With a sigh, you sat up, the reality of the situation settling in. You knew that this was a fling, a one-night stand. Despite the intensity and allure of the shared moments, you were aware of the nature of what had happened.

Gathering your belongings quietly, you moved with ease, ensuring that nothing was left behind. The weight of the morning, filled with the silence and anticipation of how you were about to leave, added to the bittersweet nature of the encounter.

As you slipped out of the room, the sound of the shower continued, the steam and warmth of the bathroom contrasting with the cool, early morning air. The suite was filled with what if’s and wishes, mostly yours, mainly yours. The thrown-out pieces of clothing a reminder of something you were meant to never see again.

With a final glance back, you stepped out into the hallway, the memories of the shared moments and the intensity of the connection lingering in your mind as you closed the door behind you. You brushed those feelings aside though, telling yourself that this was for the best. You had to protect your heart, guard against any attachment. After all, Lewis Hamilton was Lewis Hamilton, a superstar in the world of Formula 1. And you were just an engineer, living out your dream but still feeling out of your league.

Surely, it meant nothing for Lewis and you would probably never see him again. Your future was at Ferrari, somewhere he would never step foot in.

Or would he?!

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Tipsy and Timeless Love

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

It had been a long week for Five Hargreeves and his wife, Y/N, so when Friday night rolled around, they decided to unwind at their favorite local bar. The atmosphere was lively, the music upbeat, and Y/N had decided to let loose a little more than usual.

After a few too many drinks, Y/N found herself a bit wobbly but in high spirits. She scanned the room and her eyes landed on a handsome figure at the bar. With a playful grin, she made her way over, not realizing it was her husband, Five.

"Hey there, good-looking," Y/N said, leaning against the bar for support. "You come here often?"

Five raised an eyebrow, amused but trying to keep a straight face. "Every now and then," he replied, playing along. "And you?"

Y/N giggled, her words slightly slurred. "Only when I need a break from my very handsome but sometimes too serious husband."

Five smirked, finding it hard to suppress his laughter. "Sounds like your husband is a lucky man."

Y/N leaned in closer, her expression turning serious. "Listen, mister, I have to tell you something important." She glanced around conspiratorially before whispering, "I'm a married woman."

Five couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. He chuckled, shaking his head. "Is that so?"

Y/N nodded emphatically. "Yes, and he's a wonderful guy, very smart, and quite the time traveler, you know."

Five laughed harder, barely able to contain his amusement. "He sounds amazing. What's his name?"

Y/N blinked, trying to focus. "His name is... Five. Yes, that's it. Five Hargreeves."

Five smiled warmly, leaning in to gently lift her chin so she could see his face clearly. "Y/N, it's me. I'm Five, your husband."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and then crinkled with embarrassment and amusement as the realization set in. "Oh my gosh, Five! I didn't recognize you!" She laughed, covering her face with her hands. "I'm such an idiot."

Five pulled her into a hug, still chuckling. "No, you're just a little tipsy. And very charming, even when you're drunk."

Y/N hugged him back tightly, her laughter mingling with his. "Well, at least I flirted with the right guy," she said, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

"That you did," Five agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Come on, let's get you home, Mrs. Hargreeves."

As they left the bar, arm in arm, Five couldn't help but smile. Life with Y/N was never dull, and even in moments like these, he was reminded just how much he loved her.

[bomber-grl]

Date night

10:00 P.M

You run as fast as you can, leaping off buildings and almost slipping on the fast falling snow. You know you can’t keep this up forever, and you know, one wrong move, and it’s game over.

Robin is quick on your heels and with the cold, almost burning air that hits across your face and how difficult it is to breathe in, you’re sure you’ll get caught in no time.

Finally you stop and slide across one of the rooftops of what you can only assume is an apartment building.

“Hey Robin, I know we’re like arch enemies or whatever but I’m running a little late to my date so how about we make this quick?”

Robin usually loves to be your complete opposite, however to your surprise he says “I agree” and goes to kick you. If it weren’t for your quick reaction time by using your fore arms to shield yourself you know you would’ve been toast, still it might leave a bruise.

“What’s with the sudden compliance? Don’t tell me you’re already falling for my charms? You ask this feigning surprise.

“Don’t kid yourself, if anything your best feature is your fighting. He goes to use his spear but you counter with your own.

“Oh? So you admit I’m good?” You can see the disgust spread across his face and you take this opportunity to slash him across the face with your dagger, only that you barely managed to knick him in the chin.

He staggers back but is quick to recover, he pushes against you and pins you down. “I honestly can’t help but wonder why you care much, it’s almost like you’re falling for me.”

With your current position with your back against the wall and how you’re pinned up by him, you can’t pass the opportunity. “You’re right Robin, I think I really am falling for you.”

he lets you go with disgust blatant on his face but when you smirk he realizes this was all a ploy. With the golden opportunity to escape you take a swan dive off the building, the only imagine is of him peaking over the ledge watching you plummet into the darkness of the cold dark night.

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11:30 P.M

You practically barge into the small cozy diners front doors, the atmosphere very much contrasting that of the windy coldness outside. You quickly spot Damian and make your way over to him where’s he’s seated, setting your things down and taking a seat, still panting.

“Finally, I was starting to think you wouldn’t make it, that not really a good impression to make, especially on the first date [l/n]” he teases.

You initially met Damian while at Gotham academy and while he wasn’t what you’d describe as a ray of sunshine, he was still amazing. He always seemed like an untouchable guy and you were so late to a once in a life time date that others would kill for, all because of that Robin!

“I know I know, I’m so sorry Damian!!” You take a seat, fixing your disheveled clothes and patting down your hair. “What’s with you? You seem like you got hit with a tornado or something?” He smiles.

“Sorry!! I uhh fell asleep while reading a book so I was rushing!” You give an embarrassed laugh. “I’m just teasing, I barely got here myself.”

“What???” You ask pouting. “Sorry sorry, I was just busy with useless rich people things, as you like to put it.” He says this obviously referring to that once time where you told him rich people don’t do anything.

“Hey! No fair!” Before the two of you could continue your discussion a waitress came up to your table and began taking your orders.

After the waitress left, you started feeling the diners warmth was a little too warm, especially with your large jacket. You took off your jacket and set it aside, rolling up your long sleeve shirt.

You were about to tell Damian something random that came to mind before you noticed something. On Damian’s chin there was a faint scratch, almost like the one you gave Robi-

No no no, no way, there’s just no way Damian could be robin. Damian is incredible, he’s so nice to be around, and gosh is he hot.

Not that Robin isn’t

What the hell were you thinking-

You suddenly feel Damian’s fingers glide across your fore arm. “What happened?” He asks as he looks up at you expectantly.

“Huh?” You look down and low and behold the bruise that Robin gave you with his kick. Damn you knew it was gonna bruise.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I just fell and landed on my fore arms.” You add a couple nervous laughs and hope Damian doesn’t notice.

Soon enough your orders are served but slowly but surely more signs are showing that Damian is Robin. Soon enough it gets late and that’s when you decided to make your move.

“Look ro-Damian, I really need to get going so-“ and with that you practically bolt to the door, however as your hand lands on the handle you feel a hand rest on your shoulder.

You slowly turn around, however before you can react you hear one sentence that makes you feel chills run down your spine.

“Are you [v/n]?”

Part 2?

V/n: villian name, l/n: last name

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 CAUGHT IN BETWEEN kim chaewon & huh yunjin

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🧋★ ͘ ⴰ IFHY chaewon’s scandal

LESSERAFIMS KIM CHAEWON BAD ATTITUDE?

KIM CHAEWON BAD LEADER?

SHIPPERS BETWEEN LESSERAFIM’S YUJIN,YN AND CHAEWOM CAUSE WAR.

KIM CHAEWON JEALOUS OF HER HIT MEMBERS YN AND YUNJIN ?!

those were the headlines and more the day after the MMA’s and chaewon didn’t know what to do, the groups manager was blowing up her phone, she hasn’t even left her room, she felt like shit.

chaewon pulls her fuzzy blanket over her and takes a look at her lock screen, a photo of you and her when you both were in iz*one you both had pink hair.

she lets out a deep sigh, she knows that this whole situation is partly her fault, what was she thinking? letting her emotions get the best of her like that.

it’s just it’s like you and yunjin are together 24/7 now and you barely hang out with her one on one these days, it’s always been you and her, so why is it starting to feel like it’s you and yunjin.

chaewon knew not to let fans get to her head, but when she was in iz*one they’d ship you and her all the time, you both were the most convincing ship in the whole industry but now that she’s in lesserafim all the fans do is talk about you and yunjin.

she knows that sounds childish but can you blame her? she’s still getting used to not being in iz*one and being in another group with a whole different dynamic but you seem to be doing just fine.

she hears a knock on door and groans, “come in.” her gaze catches sakura peeping her head through the door. “since our managers couldn’t get a hold of you, they contacted me, the car is waiting for you outside you have a solo mandatory meeting.” and with that she closes back the door.

a meeting? gosh this really is serious.

chaewon reluctantly drags herself out of bed and puts on some clothes, she doesn’t even bother brushing her hair.

she leaves her room and walks into the living room to see you and yunjin sitting on the couch, she freezes when you both look at her, oh the atmosphere is so different, she can feel the sour mood radiating off yunjin but is caught off guard when you smile at her.

“you ready?” you ask getting up from the couch and walking towards her.

“um.” she takes another look at yunjin only to see that the girl isn’t even looking at her but at her phone. “I thought it was a solo meeting.”

“it is but I just want to go for the ride.”

with that you both make your way to the car, the mood is so awkward, she doesn’t like it, things are never awkward between you guys, your probably the person she’s comfortable with most.

sometimes she regrets agreeing to becoming the leader, she wouldn’t have all these responsibilities and she would be able to hang out with you more and not have to worry about yunjin.

it would be like old times she wonders if yunjin would say yes to being some kind of co-leader ? then she can put all the responsibilities on her and spend time with you.

“you okay?” your voice is what snaps her out of her thoughts, she snaps her head at you and nods.

“yeah, yeah im fine.” she replies dismissively.

you give her a pointed look, “are you sure? this whole thing is so crazy right? how about after your meeting we go to a café and we can get your favourite pastries.”

chaewon heart warms at your words, the way you can still be so positive with a situation like this amazes her, that’s what she loves about you the most, you always know how to cheer people up.

that’s it, there’s no way in hell she’s letting yunjin take away all of your attention, take away her yn.

“sounds great.” her heart speeds up when she feels you take her hand. “I just gotta question chae, were you really rolling your eyes at me and jen ?”

she stares at you for a second before letting the lie come out of her mouth.

“no.”

LESSERAFIMS CHAEWON SITUATION ALL A MISUNDERSTANDING?

KIM CHAEWON COMES OUT WITH A STATEMENT TOWARDS THE ALLEGATIONS EXPLAINING SHE WAS ROLLING HER EYES BECAUSE OF HER EYE CONTACTS.

STANS TREND “APOLOGIZE TO CHAEWON” ON TWITTER.

★☆.

— chaewon getting a bit obsessive!? this is just a little insight inside chaewon’s head should a do one with yunjin? just letting y’all know chaewon got a lot of things up her sleeve (be scared)

[simpforfandom231]

Pretty girl on Tour

here is a Reneé rapp one.

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The excitement buzzed through the air as Y/n and her little sister, Anabelle, made their way to the concert venue in Antwerp. Reneé Rapp, the sensational artist, was set to perform, and the sisters couldn't contain their enthusiasm. Y/n had surprised Anabelle with VIP tickets for a meet and greet, knowing that it would be an unforgettable experience for her little sister, who was an ardent fan of Reneé.

The moment they stepped into the venue, the pulsating energy of the crowd engulfed them. Anabelle's eyes widened in amazement, taking in the sea of fans, the dazzling stage lights, and the anticipation that hung in the air. Y/n couldn't help but smile at her sister's excitement.

As they found their seats, Anabelle couldn't contain her glee. "Y/n, I can't believe we're really here! Reneé is going to be right there!" she exclaimed, pointing towards the stage.

Y/n chuckled, "I know, Annie! This is going to be an incredible night. Just enjoy every moment."

The lights dimmed, signaling the start of the concert. The crowd erupted in cheers as Reneé Rapp took the stage, her presence commanding attention. Anabelle's eyes sparkled with admiration as the first notes of the music filled the arena.

Anabelle, swept away by the rhythm, began singing along to every song, her voice blending with the crowd's enthusiastic chorus. Y/n, although not as familiar with all of Reneé's songs, couldn't help but join in the infectious energy, singing the ones she knew and dancing along.

Amidst the pulsating beats and melodic tunes, Y/n couldn't help but marvel at the connection between Reneé and her fans. The artist's charisma, coupled with the audience's unwavering devotion, created a magical atmosphere.

During a particularly upbeat song, Y/n noticed Anabelle singing with pure joy, her eyes closed, and her hands waving in the air. Y/n nudged her, "You're having the time of your life, aren't you, Annie?"

Anabelle beamed, "This is the best night ever, Y/n! Thank you for bringing me here!"

As the concert reached its peak, Y/n found herself caught up in the excitement. She knew one song all too well, and when Reneé began singing it, Y/n couldn't resist belting out the lyrics along with the crowd. The camaraderie of thousands of voices singing in unison sent shivers down her spine.

As the concert reached its climax, the venue erupted with the captivating melody of the final song, "Messy." The stage bathed in an array of colorful lights, creating a surreal ambiance. Reneé Rapp's powerful voice echoed through the arena, and the crowd swayed to the rhythm.

During the song, Y/n couldn't help but be drawn into the emotional lyrics. Lost in the music, she sang along, her eyes locked onto Reneé's mesmerizing performance. Little did Y/n know that, amidst the sea of faces in the audience, Reneé's eyes had caught hers.

As the final notes lingered in the air, the applause from the crowd was deafening. Y/n and Anabelle, their spirits soaring, made their way to the VIP meet and greet line. Anabelle was buzzing with excitement, reliving her favorite moments from the concert, while Y/n walked beside her, soaking in the vibrant atmosphere.

The line slowly moved forward, and soon, they found themselves next in line. Anabelle was practically bouncing on her toes, and Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at her sister's infectious enthusiasm.

Finally entering the room, the meet and greet space was adorned with Reneé Rapp memorabilia, creating an intimate setting. Anabelle's eyes widened as she spotted Reneé, who greeted them with a warm smile. Y/n observed the exchange, reveling in her sister's joy.

Anabelle, unable to contain her excitement, blurted out, "Oh my gosh, Reneé, you were amazing! This was the best night of my life!"

Reneé grinned, "Thank you so much! I'm thrilled you enjoyed it. What's your name?"

Anabelle, her face flushed with excitement, stammered, "I'm Anabelle, and this is my sister, Y/n."

Reneé turned her attention to Y/n, her eyes lingering for a moment. "Hey, Y/n. I couldn't help but notice you singing along during 'Messy.' You've got a great voice."

Y/n, caught off guard, blushed and replied, "Oh, well, your music is just so infectious. Couldn't resist singing along."

Reneé chuckled, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's always special when I see fans getting into the music."

As Anabelle eagerly chatted with Reneé about her favorite songs and the concert experience, Y/n couldn't help but appreciate the genuine warmth emanating from the artist. The conversation took a playful turn, and Reneé teased Y/n, "Maybe I'll see you at the front row of my next concert, singing your heart out."

Y/n, embracing the lighthearted banter, replied with a grin, "Count on it. Your concerts are too good to miss."

Reneé's eyes twinkled, and the meet and greet continued with laughter, shared stories, and the exchange of autographs. As Y/n and Anabelle left the room, Anabelle clutching more signed memorabilia, Y/n couldn't shake the fluttering feeling in her chest.

The night had been a whirlwind of music, laughter, and newfound connections. As they stepped out into the cool Antwerp night, Y/n and Anabelle exchanged smiles, knowing that the memories of this extraordinary evening would be cherished for a lifetime.

The city of Antwerp was alive with the warm glow of streetlights, casting a golden hue on the cobbled streets as Y/n and Anabelle walked, still buzzing from the concert. Anabelle couldn't stop rambling about every detail of the performance and how incredible it was to meet Reneé.

"It was like a dream, Y/n! I can't believe she noticed us, and did you see how she smiled at you during the meet and greet?" Anabelle gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Y/n laughed, "Yeah, it was a pretty amazing night. I'm glad you enjoyed it so much, Annie."

As they strolled, the aroma of freshly baked pizza wafted through the air, making their stomachs growl in unison. Y/n, eager to treat her sister, suggested stopping at a cozy pizzeria nearby.

Inside the warm and inviting pizzeria, Y/n and Anabelle settled into a corner booth. Anabelle continued sharing her favorite moments from the concert while Y/n, with a content smile, listened to her sister's animated storytelling.

The atmosphere took an unexpected turn when, unbeknownst to the sisters, Reneé Rapp casually walked into the pizzeria. Her presence, though not immediately recognized, didn't go unnoticed by Anabelle, who nudged Y/n and discreetly whispered, "Y/n, isn't that Reneé?"

Y/n turned her head and saw the star herself, casually waiting in line to order pizza. Anabelle's eyes widened with disbelief, and Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at her sister's reaction.

Remaining calm, Y/n whispered back, "Yeah, that's her. Should we say hi?"

Anabelle, still in a state of shock, stammered, "I don't know! What if she thinks we're stalking her?"

Y/n grinned, "Relax, Annie. We're just grabbing some pizza. Let's make it casual."

As fate would have it, Reneé chose a table not far from theirs, and the siblings couldn't help stealing glances at the talented artist. Anabelle was practically vibrating with excitement, and Y/n found herself considering the possibility of inviting Reneé to join them.

Summoning her confidence, Y/n turned to Reneé and smiled, "Hey, Reneé, right? Fancy joining us for some pizza?"

Reneé, looking surprised but intrigued, replied, "Oh, hey! Yeah, that sounds great. Mind if I join you guys?"

Anabelle, now trying to play it cool but failing miserably, nodded enthusiastically. Y/n gestured to the empty seats, "Of course! Have a seat. We were just talking about how amazing the concert was."

As Reneé sat down, she couldn't help but notice the genuine warmth between the two siblings. "You guys were at the meet and greet, right?" she asked, recalling their earlier encounter.

Y/n nodded, "Yeah, that was us. Anabelle here is your biggest fan."

Anabelle blushed, "Guilty as charged! I can't believe you're here with us!"

Reneé chuckled, "Well, it's not every day I get invited for pizza by fans. It's a nice change of pace."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and shared stories. Anabelle, now more at ease, chatted animatedly with Reneé about her favorite songs and the concert experience. Y/n couldn't help but be charmed by the artist's down-to-earth demeanor.

As they devoured slices of pizza and swapped tales, Reneé couldn't deny the magnetic pull she felt towards Y/n. In between bites, she stole glances at Y/n, thinking to herself, "Y/n is kinda hot and cute. This might be a night to remember."

The unexpected encounter turned into a delightful evening of laughter, pizza, and newfound connections.

Amidst the backdrop of the pizzeria, the laughter continued, punctuated by the occasional crunch of pizza crust. Y/n, Anabelle, and Reneé chatted as if they were old friends, the pizza providing a casual setting for their impromptu gathering.

Curiosity got the better of Y/n as she took a bite of her pizza and turned to Reneé, "So, Reneé, what brings you to the pizzeria tonight? Are you on a solo pizza adventure?"

Reneé grinned, "You could say that. I like exploring the cities I perform in, and what better way to do it than with a good slice of pizza?"

Y/n raised an eyebrow playfully, "No entourage tonight? I thought pop stars always had an army of people with them."

Reneé laughed, "Oh, I have my entourage, but sometimes I like to sneak out on my own. Keeps things interesting, you know?"

Anabelle, wide-eyed, chimed in, "You mean, you're out here alone, just like a regular person?"

Reneé nodded, "Exactly! It's nice to have a bit of normalcy now and then."

Y/n, with a mischievous glint in her eye, teased, "Well, I hope you're not trying to go undercover. With that charisma, you'd be recognized anywhere."

Reneé chuckled, "I'm counting on the fact that pizza lovers are too busy enjoying their food to notice a pop star in their midst."

As they bantered back and forth, the conversation effortlessly transitioned into flirtatious territory. Reneé, with a sly smile, remarked, "Maybe I'm just trying to avoid being swarmed by fans. It can get a bit overwhelming."

Y/n leaned in, a playful glint in her eyes, "Or maybe you just wanted to have a low-key pizza date with us. I mean, who could resist our charming company?"

Reneé laughed, "Well, I certainly lucked out tonight. Pizza and great company. What more could a pop star ask for?"

The trio continued to enjoy their pizza, the atmosphere filled with a delightful mix of banter and genuine connection. Anabelle, sensing the flirtatious tension, exchanged knowing glances with Y/n, silently reveling in the unexpected turn of events.

As the night progressed, Reneé shared stories of her travels and the quirks of being a performer. Y/n found herself captivated by Reneé's candid tales, feeling a growing connection with the artist.

The conversation took a more personal turn, and Y/n, feeling a bold surge of confidence, asked, "So, Reneé, what's the most exciting city you've explored so far?"

Reneé paused, contemplating her answer, "That's a tough one. Every city has its charm, but I have a soft spot for the unexpected gems – the hidden cafes, the bustling markets, and, of course, the local pizza joints."

Y/n leaned in, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips, "Well, you've found a pretty great pizza joint tonight. And the company is not too bad either."

Reneé, catching on to the playful tone, replied, "I must say, this turned out to be quite the memorable night. Maybe I'll have to make exploring cities with charming locals a regular thing."

As the night unfolded, the trio shared more laughs, pizza slices dwindling, and the connection between Y/n and Reneé deepening. Anabelle, ever the observant sister, couldn't help but revel in the chemistry unfolding before her eyes.

Eventually, the pizzeria began to empty out, and as they wrapped up their meal, Reneé discreetly checked the time. She sighed, "As much as I'd love to continue this pizza adventure, I have another concert tomorrow, and an early morning soundcheck."

Y/n, with a playful pout, remarked, "Well, I guess we can't keep a pop star from her duties. It's been a pleasure, Reneé."

Reneé smiled, "The pleasure was all mine. Maybe our paths will cross again someday."

As they bid each other farewell outside the pizzeria, Y/n and Anabelle watched Reneé disappear into the night, the city's glow casting a soft halo around the departing pop star. The unexpected encounter had transformed a regular night into an extraordinary one, leaving Y/n and Anabelle with memories of laughter, pizza, and the captivating allure of Reneé Rapp.

The night air was crisp as Y/n stepped out of the pizzeria, pulling her jacket tighter around her. As she reached for her jacket pocket, she discovered a small folded note tucked inside. Curiosity piqued, she unfolded it to find Reneé's handwriting, along with a phone number and a cute note that read, "Pizza dates and more adventures? Call me!"

A delighted grin spread across Y/n's face, and she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. Anabelle, noticing her sister's expression, raised an eyebrow, "What's got you smiling like that?"

Y/n held up the note, "Look what I found in my jacket pocket. Reneé left her number and a cute message!"

Anabelle's eyes widened, "No way! She really wants to hang out again?"

Y/n nodded, "Seems like it. I guess tonight just got even more interesting."

Meanwhile, Reneé, making her way back to the hotel, couldn't wipe the smile off her face. Her band and crew noticed the change in her demeanor and exchanged amused glances.

One of the band members teased, "Reneé, where were you tonight? You've got that smugly grin like you've got a secret."

Reneé chuckled, "Just exploring the city a bit. You know me, always on the lookout for hidden gems."

The crew exchanged knowing looks, but no one pressed further. Little did they know that their pop star had spent the night sharing pizza and laughter with two fans who had now become unexpected friends.

The next morning, as Reneé went through sound checks, Y/n mustered the courage to send her a shy text. "Hey, it's Y/n. Hope you don't mind me texting. Last night was amazing. 😊"

Reneé's response was swift and confident, "Hey! I'm glad you reached out. I had a great time too. Can't stop thinking about it. 😘"

The message from Reneé popped up on Y/n's phone four hours before the concert: "Hey, I'm free for the next three hours. Want to meet up?"

Y/n, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, quickly replied, "Sure! Why not come over to my place, and we can figure out our plan from there?"

Reneé's response was confident, "Sounds like a plan. Send me your address, and I'll be there."

As Y/n typed out her address, Anabelle, who had been eagerly waiting, paced back and forth in the living room. "Y/n, is this really happening? She's coming here? What do I wear?"

Y/n chuckled, "Calm down, Annie. Just be yourself. And breathe. It's just a hangout."

As the clock ticked down, Y/n and Anabelle made some last-minute preparations. Y/n, feeling a slight nervous excitement, decided to freshen up. She showered and chose a casual yet stylish ensemble – black skinny jeans, a white tank top, a red and black flannel tied around her waist, and her trusty Converse sneakers.

Anabelle, still buzzing with anticipation, opted for her Snow Angel Tour sweatpants and hoodie, a cherished souvenir from the concert. She looked up at Y/n with wide eyes, "Do I look okay? What if I say something dumb?"

Y/n reassured her, "You look great, Annie. And don't worry about saying anything dumb. Just be yourself. Reneé is cool, remember?"

Meanwhile, at the hotel, Reneé took a moment to freshen up and decided on an effortlessly stylish look. She slipped into low-waist loose ripped denim jeans, the waistband of her boxer showing fashionably just above the jeans. Her crop top humorously read 'Can a gay girl get an Amen,' paired with some Jordans. Her hair was pulled back into a loosely tied ponytail.

As she headed out, her band members and crew exchanged amused glances. One of them teased, "Where are you off to, Reneé? Another city exploration?"

Reneé smirked, "You could say that. Got some plans with new friends. Keep the show running without me for a bit, yeah?"

They chuckled, knowing Reneé's penchant for city adventures. Meanwhile, Y/n and Anabelle awaited her arrival with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

When Reneé arrived at Y/n's apartment, she was greeted by the sisters, Anabelle's eyes wide with awe. Y/n, trying to play it cool, grinned and gestured for her to come in.

As Reneé walked into Y/n's apartment, the atmosphere was filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation. Y/n, ever the gracious host, offered Reneé something to drink. "Coffee, tea, or something else? I've got a few options."

Reneé, smiling, replied, "Water is perfect, thanks. Don't want to get too fancy."

As the trio settled into the living room, Anabelle, now slightly more at ease, asked shyly, "Is it okay if I put on some music? I promise it won't be too loud."

Reneé grinned, "Absolutely! Go ahead. I'm up for anything."

Anabelle eagerly scrolled through her playlist, trying to find the perfect tunes for the occasion. Meanwhile, Y/n, seizing the opportunity, busied herself in the kitchen, making some snacks for their impromptu hangout. She couldn't help but steal glances at Reneé and her sister, marveling at the casual charm the pop star exuded.

With snacks ready, Y/n joined them in the living room. Anabelle, now playing some upbeat tunes, had a content smile on her face as she enjoyed the surreal experience of hanging out with Reneé.

Reneé, sensing a chance to get a moment alone with Y/n, subtly shifted the conversation. "Your apartment is really cozy, Y/n. How long have you been living here?"

Y/n, pleased with the compliment, replied, "About two years now. It's nothing fancy, but it's home."

Anabelle, sensing the subtle shift, excused herself to grab a drink from the kitchen, leaving Y/n and Reneé alone for a moment.

Reneé, taking the opportunity, leaned in slightly, "You know, Y/n, I really enjoyed our pizza date and exploring the city. There's something about you that's just... intriguing."

Y/n, feeling a mix of flattery and nerves, smiled, "The feeling is mutual, Reneé. You're not your typical pop star, and I mean that in the best way possible."

Reneé, now fully embracing the flirtatious atmosphere, added with a playful smirk, "Well, I can be your not-so-typical pop star any day."

Y/n chuckled, "I'd like that."

As the evening unfolded, the trio continued chatting, laughing, and enjoying the music. Anabelle, sensing the growing connection between her sister and the pop star, couldn't help but smile at the unfolding romance.

After a delightful three hours, Reneé reluctantly checked the time. "As much as I'd love to stay longer, I've got to head back. Concert duties and all."

Anabelle, wide-eyed, asked, "Are we going to the concert again tonight?"

Reneé grinned, "Better than that. How about you two join me backstage? You'll get the VIP treatment."

Y/n and Anabelle exchanged stunned glances before excitedly agreeing. Reneé led them to the concert venue, where the backstage buzz added an extra layer of excitement. The sisters marveled at the behind-the-scenes action, meeting crew members and soaking in the atmosphere.

As Reneé prepared for the concert, she stole a moment alone with Y/n. "I really enjoyed our time together, Y/n. How about we continue this after the concert? Maybe grab a late-night snack?"

Y/n, feeling a rush of excitement, nodded, "I'd love that. You know where to find me."

The concert unfolded in a whirlwind of lights, music, and cheering fans. Y/n and Anabelle, now backstage, marveled at the energy of the performance. Reneé, in her element, gave a show-stopping performance that left the audience in awe.

As the vibrant energy of the concert still lingered, Y/n and Anabelle found themselves in Reneé's dressing room, a space filled with the afterglow of the show. Laughter and shared moments unfolded, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie.

Y/n, now finding herself drawn to Reneé on a deeper level, couldn't help but feel a twinge of something more than friendship. Reneé, too, felt a magnetic pull towards Y/n. The dressing room, filled with the buzz of the evening, became a backdrop for the unspoken connection between them.

As the conversation flowed, Y/n noticed the tour manager mentioning that they would leave with the tour bus whenever Reneé was ready. The realization that this was the last night Reneé would be in Belgium sank in, adding a bittersweet tinge to the atmosphere.

Reneé, glancing at the clock, hesitated for a moment. She didn't want the night to end, especially with Y/n. Summoning her courage, she asked the manager, "Till how late can we go out tonight?"

The manager, looking at the schedule, replied, "We're leaving around 3 in the morning, so you've got a few hours."

Reneé, her mind racing, turned to Y/n, "How about dinner at your place? I'd love to spend more time with you."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat, "That sounds perfect. My place it is."

Anabelle, sensing the growing connection between her sister and the pop star, chimed in, "Actually, I was about to stay at a friend's place tonight. You know, to give you two some space."

Y/n, with a teasing grin, replied, "Anabelle, you're always welcome, but thanks for the subtle hint."

Anabelle winked, "Just looking out for you, big sister."

As Y/n and Reneé entered the apartment, the cozy atmosphere welcomed them. Y/n, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves, decided to play it cool. "So, Reneé, what do you feel like having for dinner?"

Reneé, with a playful smile, replied, "Surprise me. I trust your culinary skills."

Y/n, pretending to be a seasoned chef, nodded, "Alright, you asked for it. I'll whip up something special."

As Y/n disappeared into the kitchen, Reneé made herself comfortable in the living room. Y/n, wanting to set the mood, decided to bring out a bottle of wine. As she opened the bottle, a sudden misstep caused her to trip, sending the wine cascading onto Reneé's clothes.

Y/n, eyes wide, exclaimed, "Oh, shoot! I am so sorry. This is a disaster!"

Reneé, trying to hide a laugh, reassured her, "It's alright, accidents happen. I'm sure I've spilled more wine on myself at some point."

Y/n, feeling embarrassed, muttered a few choice words as she rushed to find something to clean up the mess. In the midst of her haste, she accidentally knocked over a plant, adding to the chaos.

Reneé, now unable to contain her laughter, said, "Well, this is certainly an eventful dinner."

Y/n, offering an apologetic smile, suggested, "How about you change into something more comfortable? I'll clean up this mess, and dinner will be ready soon."

Reneé agreed, "Sure, sounds like a plan. Do you have anything I could borrow?"

Y/n, with a mischievous grin, teased, "Oh, I've got just the thing."

As Y/n rummaged through her closet, she found a pair of comfy sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. She handed them to Reneé, who looked at the casual attire with amusement.

Reneé, holding up the clothes, chuckled, "You really know how to show a pop star a good time."

Y/n winked, "Always aiming for comfort here."

With the mess cleaned up and Reneé changed into the cozy ensemble, they reconvened in the living room. Y/n, trying to recover from the clumsy incident, poured them fresh glasses of wine.

As they settled in for dinner, Y/n, trying to steer the conversation away from her earlier mishap, asked, "So, Reneé, what's your favorite type of cuisine?"

Reneé, digging into the food with enthusiasm, replied, "I'm a fan of Italian. Pasta, pizza – you can't go wrong."

Y/n smiled, "Good choice. Maybe next time, I'll make my famous pasta dish."

As the night progressed, Y/n and Reneé found themselves engrossed in conversation, laughter echoing through the apartment. The initial awkwardness had transformed into a comfortable camaraderie.

With dinner finished, they moved to the living room to watch a movie. Unbeknownst to them, the close proximity and shared laughter gradually drew them closer on the couch.

As the movie played, Y/n, feeling a flutter of nerves, glanced at Reneé. The pop star, seemingly unaware, was absorbed in the film. Y/n, summoning courage, inched a little closer.

The shared glances and subtle movements continued throughout the movie until, almost instinctively, their lips met in a tender kiss. The atmosphere shifted, and the room seemed to buzz with an unspoken connection.

Reneé, breaking the kiss with a playful smile, said, "Well, this turned out to be a night to remember."

Y/n, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, replied, "Definitely unexpected, but I'm not complaining."

As the night continued, Y/n and Reneé shared more kisses, their laughter blending with the soundtrack of the movie playing in the background. The initial awkwardness had given way to a sweet and thrilling connection, a moment frozen in time as they navigated the uncharted territory of newfound attraction.

As the clock ticked towards the early hours of the morning, Y/n and Reneé, still wrapped up in each other, exchanged smiles, knowing that this unexpected night had etched itself into their memories forever.

In the midst of their passionate moment, just as Y/n and Reneé were lost in the magic of the night, a subtle buzz emanated from Reneé's phone. She reluctantly pulled away, casting a regretful look at her screen.

With a sigh, she said, "I've got a message from my manager. I need to get back to the tour bus. Duty calls."

Y/n, feeling a pang of disappointment, nodded understandingly. "I get it. Tour life and all. Where's your next stop?"

Reneé, a hint of sadness in her eyes, replied, "Amsterdam. But honestly, I'm not in the mood for it right now."

Y/n, always quick to find a solution, suggested, "How about I walk you back to the tour bus? You can change back into your stage clothes, and I'll make sure you get there safely."

Reneé, appreciating the gesture, began to undress to return the comfy clothes. Y/n, however, intervened, saying, "You know what? Keep those. Borrow them. Return them whenever we cross paths again."

Reneé, looking at Y/n with a mixture of surprise and gratitude, agreed, "Alright. I'll take you up on that offer. Whenever we see each other again, I'll return these and maybe get another movie night."

As they walked back to the concert venue, the atmosphere had shifted. Reneé, usually confident and composed, felt a flutter of nervousness. Y/n, sensing the change, smiled and said, "You know, Reneé, if you ever want to talk or facetime, I'm just a message away."

Reneé, with a shy smile, replied, "I might take you up on that. A lot."

The tour bus loomed ahead, and as they reached the entrance, Reneé hesitated. "Well, this is it."

Y/n, trying to lighten the mood, teased, "Don't forget to return those clothes when you become a famous pop star."

Reneé, with a laugh, promised, "I won't. And who knows, maybe I'll see you in Amsterdam?"

Y/n, feeling a twinge of hope, replied, "Maybe. Safe travels, Reneé."

As Reneé stepped onto the tour bus, she glanced back at Y/n with a warm smile. The bus pulled away, leaving Y/n standing in the quiet night, contemplating the unexpected turn of events.

As Y/n watched the tour bus fade into the night, the hum of its engines gradually disappearing, a mix of emotions surged within her. The thrill of the night's unexpected adventure lingered, but a tinge of sadness settled in as reality set in – Reneé was now on her way to Amsterdam for the next leg of the tour.

Feeling a sense of both butterflies and longing, Y/n walked back to her apartment, the quiet streets of Antwerp echoing with the memories of a night that felt both surreal and magical. Once inside, she received a cute and flirty text from Reneé, making her heart flutter.

"Miss me already?" Reneé's message read, accompanied by a playful emoji.

Y/n couldn't help but smile at the text. "Maybe a little," she replied, adding a winking emoji for good measure.

Meanwhile, Anabelle returned home, noticing her sister's pensive expression. "How was your night, big sister?"

Y/n, still processing the whirlwind of events, replied, "It was...something. Reneé is something else."

Anabelle grinned, "Something else, huh? Do tell."

Y/n chuckled, giving her sister a brief rundown of the night's escapades – from the concert to the impromptu hangout and the unexpected connection with the pop star.

As Y/n settled back into her apartment, she received another text from Reneé, who was now curled up in the comfy clothes that still carried the faint scent of Y/n. The message read, "These clothes smell like you. I kinda love it."

Y/n, feeling a warmth spread through her, replied, "Glad you like them. Comfortable, right?"

Reneé teased, "I might keep them forever."

Y/n, with a playful smirk, shot back, "Well, I expect them back at some point. Or maybe you'll have to come get them yourself."

Reneé, in her usual flirtatious manner, replied, "Maybe I'll do just that. A visit to Antwerp sounds enticing."

As the conversation continued, Y/n couldn't shake the excitement and curiosity about Reneé's upcoming shows in Amsterdam. "So, how many shows do you have lined up there?" she asked.

Reneé shared the details, and they bantered back and forth about the tour schedule. Y/n, in an attempt to lighten the mood, suggested, "If you ever need an Amsterdam tour guide, you know where to find me."

Reneé, with a smirk, replied, "I might take you up on that offer."

As Anabelle overheard the conversation, she chimed in, "You guys are like a long-distance couple already."

Y/n, blushing slightly, rolled her eyes playfully, "It's not like that. We're just... friends."

Anabelle winked, "Sure, big sister. Friends who send cute texts and plan visits."

The next day, as Reneé and the tour bus traveled towards Amsterdam, Y/n and Reneé decided to facetime. Y/n smiled as she saw Reneé, still comfortably nestled in the borrowed clothes, in the bunk bed of the bus.

Y/n teased, "I see you're making the most of those comfy clothes."

Reneé, with a playful twinkle in her eyes, replied, "They're my new favorite attire. Thanks for the upgrade."

Y/n couldn't help but find it endearing how Reneé looked in the oversized hoodie and sweatpants. They chatted about the journey, the upcoming shows, and everything in between. Anabelle, passing by, couldn't resist a comment, "You two are like a facetime couple now."

Y/n, trying to play it cool, shrugged, "Just catching up with a friend."

As the facetime call continued, Y/n and Reneé found themselves sharing stories, laughter, and even planning potential meet-ups in the future. The miles between them seemed to vanish as the virtual connection deepened.

As noon approached, Reneé was in the midst of her pre-show routine, preparing for the evening performance in Amsterdam. FaceTiming with Y/n had become a delightful ritual, a way to share moments even when miles apart.

Reneé, perched in front of her dressing room mirror, was meticulously doing her makeup and choosing the perfect outfit for the night. On the other side of the screen, Y/n was busy in her kitchen, multitasking between cooking and flirting with the pop star.

"You know," Y/n teased, stirring a pot on the stove, "I can't promise my cooking is as good as your performances, but it's worth a shot."

Reneé, smirking, replied, "I might need a taste test to confirm that."

The playful banter continued, a mix of sweet compliments and flirty remarks that seemed to linger in the air. As Reneé finished her makeup, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of longing for the physical presence of Y/n.

"You know, Y/n," Reneé sighed, "I miss you. This tour feels a bit empty without our impromptu hangouts."

Y/n, a mischievous glint in her eyes, replied, "Who says the hangouts can't continue? I might have a surprise for you."

Reneé, intrigued, raised an eyebrow, "A surprise? Do tell."

Y/n, suppressing a smile, said, "Maybe we'll meet sooner than you think. But you'll have to wait and see."

The mystery added an element of excitement to Reneé's day. The thought of a surprise from Y/n lingered in her mind as she continued her preparations for the show.

The next day arrived, and as Reneé and Y/n had facetimed in the morning, everything seemed normal. However, an hour before Reneé's evening show, Y/n had gone silent. Calls and texts from Reneé went unanswered, causing a surge of anxiety to ripple through her.

Reneé, fidgeting with her phone, tried one more time to reach Y/n. The screen indicated that Y/n had read the message, but there was no response. The pop star, feeling a mix of worry and disappointment, reluctantly headed toward the stage.

As Reneé began her performance, the energy of the crowd and the rhythm of the music served as a temporary distraction. However, a lingering sadness persisted. Two songs into the set, Reneé scanned the audience and caught a glimpse of a sign held up by a fan. It read, "Maybe return the comfy clothes after the show?"

Intrigued, Reneé tried to read the sign more closely. Suddenly, she realized who was holding it – none other than Y/n herself. The surprise she had alluded to during their FaceTime conversations was unfolding right before Reneé's eyes.

A mix of shock and delight played across Reneé's face. She couldn't believe Y/n was there, in the crowd, with a playful sign in hand. The realization dawned on her, and a smile spread across her face, dispelling the earlier sadness.

As the set continued, Reneé performed with renewed energy, fueled by the unexpected presence of Y/n. The crowd, unaware of the connection between the pop star and the mysterious fan, enjoyed the show, while Reneé occasionally exchanged knowing glances with Y/n.

After the performance, as Reneé made her way backstage, the anticipation of the surprise hung in the air. Y/n, still holding the sign, approached with a mischievous smile.

Reneé, unable to contain her excitement, exclaimed, "You're the surprise! What are you doing here?"

Y/n, grinning, replied, "Well, you mentioned missing our hangouts. I thought, why not surprise you in person?"

Reneé, feeling a rush of emotions, pulled Y/n into a tight hug. "You have no idea how much this means to me," she whispered.

As Reneé and Y/n shared a tight embrace, Y/n instinctively wrapped her arms around Reneé's waist. A playful giggle escaped Reneé's lips, the shared laughter echoing through the backstage area. The crew, sensing the intimate moment, discreetly walked away, giving the two some privacy.

Reneé, still holding onto Y/n, looked into her eyes with a soft smile. "You know," she teased, "if I knew a surprise visit would get me such a warm reception, I might have done it sooner."

Y/n, with a playful grin, replied, "Well, I'm all about warm receptions, especially for pop stars."

Reneé chuckled, "I might need to arrange more surprise visits then."

As the backstage buzzed with activity, Reneé leaned in, her lips close to Y/n's ear. "So, any plans after the show? Care to join me back at the hotel?"

Y/n, feeling a rush of excitement, nodded. "I'd love to. Lead the way."

The duo made their way through the backstage area, exchanging glances and playful banter. As they stepped out into the cool Amsterdam night, the city lights cast a warm glow, creating a romantic ambiance.

Reneé's hotel was just a short distance away. The walk was filled with shared stories, laughter, and the kind of easy conversation that comes from a connection that transcends the boundaries of mere friendship.

Arriving at the hotel, Reneé led Y/n to her room. The anticipation of spending more time together lingered in the air. The room was adorned with the signature charm of a traveling artist – a mix of tour essentials and personal touches that made it feel like a temporary home.

Reneé, with a playful twinkle in her eyes, gestured to the cozy seating area. "Make yourself at home," she said, "I'll just grab us some drinks."

As Y/n settled into the comfortable surroundings, Reneé returned with a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine. The night unfolded with shared laughter, stories from the road, and the kind of connection that felt both familiar and thrilling.

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Chapter 2 The Bear & His Honey

Chapter Inspo: Quote - "The only heaven I’d be sent to, is one where I’m alone with you." Summary: (18+ ONLY FIC) Carmy gets heated in the kitchen, makes Winnie lunch, & Meets the famous Sugar. A/N: Heyooo!! I am so proud of myself for like not having writers block and actually continuing a fic I started LOL! I think this one is longer than the last, like 7k characters or smth. I can't make promises abt. when I'll post next, but I can try to make it this week! I hope you're all enjoying so far. Warnings: Swearing, Yelling, smut, alcohol, tad angsty if you can even call it that, and then just overall feminine yearning!! ***As per usual; Reblogs, Likes, Comments, & Constructive Critiques are not only welcomed, but much appreciated! Without further ado, here we go! Woooo!***

𝒞𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀 𝒪𝓊𝓉 𝑀𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉!

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I followed him in to the screaming, bustling pit that was his kitchen. “BEHIND!- Jesus Christ, Tina, watch it - I said Behind! Should I just drop this, huh Chef?!”  Someone cried out, the intensity of the atmosphere causing my chest to tighten as if clawed hands were achingly squeezing ever so slowly around my lungs. 

 “Gosh” I muttered, trying my best to take everything in, every sense of mind becoming slightly overwhelmed. Carmen briskly showed me to his small office, the insanity of his kitchen not even strumming a nerve for him it seemed. He showed me to a desk covered in too many papers in the corner, before thumbing through them until he found what he was rummaging for. “Ah! Yes. Here we go!! Alright. You look at this” he turned to me, handing it over. 

“With that big-booky-brain of yours, sure you could figure some changes to make the dishes sound extra special ‘mm?” He mused. I glanced over the piece of printer paper, nothing more than a piece of plain white paper adorned with dish names and descriptions of them followed by pricing. 

“Uhh…sure thing. ‘M not that smart, slutty books about muscley guys with wings and mind reading abilities only get you so far…” I said jokingly, my eyebrows furrowing as I my eyes glaze over the intricate ingredients I’d never heard of. 

“Alright, uhhh.. you’re gonna have to go more into detail about what you’re getting up to at the bookstore when I get back” he teased and closed the door to the office behind him as he headed to the kitchen. 

I continued reading over the ingredients, adding an appetizing verb here and there, hoping that was what he was looking for. I lean on my hand, looking over the other papers on the desk. Mostly food shipment orders, different labor receipts, jumping in my seat a bit when I hear a huge crash and what sounds like a bunch of aluminum clattering. 

“FUCK, JESUS! ” Carm yells, his voice booming through the kitchen and it was suddenly silent, as if every single thing stopped. “How many times have I told you guys, do, NOT leave empty FUCKING pans ON THE EDGE OF YOUR GOD DAMN STATION. Everyone look over your FUCKING station, RIGHT THE FUCK NOW - if there is an something that needs to be washed- it goes IN THE SINK. NOW. Move!” 

The only response is a chorus of “Yes Chef!” 

“Marcus get the fuck over here deal with this these fucking sheet pans!” He barks. I swallow the nervous lump in my throat, contemplating if I should just grab my purse and go. My eyes flick to the door when I hear the handle, and Carmen walks back in, his face a bit flushed from his outburst I’d assume. 

“Hey” he said casually and smiled a bit, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. He was holding a plate that honestly, looked amazing. “So, not chilli, so sorry, but- we do have Mac salad, and then this fire pork stew type deal, oh, and your onions, and a burger, and a hot dog- feelin frisky today, Winnie?” He puts the plate in front of me with a soft smile. 

All tension I was feeling vanished like sand between my fingers. A smile tugs at the corner of my lips and I look up at him. “And my ketchup?” I asked and he rolled his eyes, taking the ketchup and mustard bottles from his apron and setting them down in front of me. “Sorry, your majesty.” He teased.

I take the ketchup, squeezing a good amount over the top. “I guess… I am feeling frisky” I said, doing the same with the mustard. “Yea? You reading up on more winged muscle man porn while I was out there?” I laughed as I cut up the hot dog and burger on top, a real laugh. Not something someone could usually drag out of me since my brother. But for some reason, Carmen seemed to be very good at it. 

“Ohhh yeah. I was just all spread out here on top of your desk rubbing one out - the yelling you were doing really did it for me. Finished right before you came in.” I teased with a feline smirk, watching as his cheeks heated slightly. “Yeah- sorry about that” he rubs the back of his neck. “Uh- Marcus he just left all these fucking pans and Syd ran right in to them - keep tellen ‘em to put shit where it goes.” He sighed a bit. 

“No, no, no need to be sorry. A book store and a kitchen are 2 very different places to work, just glad everything’s alright” I took a bite, my eyes widening at the amazing flavor. It definitely wasn’t home, but that was okay. It was fucking amazing. I bring my hand up to my mouth to cover it as I speak, unable to wait another second to tell him. 

“That? Is Fuuucking heat dude. Wow.” I said swallowing and immediately going for more. “Really? You are…unbelievable” he chuckles, sitting back with a small smirk on his lips. “No you are unbelievable, Chef, great work. 5 stars on yelp” I giggle and he shakes his head rolling his eyes in amusement. 

“Why thank you, your review is valued” he gets up and leans in. I swear I feel my heart stutter in my chest when his chain brushes my temple as he reaches around me and grabs the menu I had been scribbling notes on for him. I could smell the musk of his cologne, a bit of tobacco from his cigarette, and a tinge of salty sweat from being in such a hot kitchen all morning. It was intoxicating. I wanted to bury my nose in his chest and just inhale, I could get drunk off the scent.  “Sorry” he said softly, sitting back down and looking at the menu. 

My cheeks had to be on fire, and I’m sure if his chain grazed my face again, its icy touch would sizzle at the contact. I swallow the bite I had forgotten about in my mouth when he was so close and look over at him. He was still looking over the menu, eyebrows raised slightly, “mm, like that” he mutters, rubbing his chin in contemplation. 

“Wow, look at what your slutty books taught you, ‘opulence to the core in your mouth’ hmm? What were they describing?” He smirks, his eyes meeting mine. I swear I could burst into flames and be left as nothing but a pile of ashes. I can’t remember a time that I’d been so melted by the attention of a man. 

“Uh-“ I stutter, clearing my throat, trying to rack my now empty brain (other then that pesky vision buried deep, of him rage fucking me over his desk. Sending waves of soaking warmth to my core, so strong I’m more petrified of the vision of me getting up and his chair being wet with my arousal) ���Oh, you know…” I trail off with a shrug, my gaze finding my plate again and taking another bite to avoid embarrassing myself any further. 

“Well, I just may have you edit these more often little miss vocabulary” he continues reading over. “I like this, exactly what I wanted. Thank you” he smiled softly, setting the paper down on the desk. Our hands brush, and goosebumps immediately rose everywhere from my shins to my jaw. 

I look over at him, to find him looking right back at me. “This is…like so good” I said to take my mind off the ache growing between my thighs and he grinned. “Glad you like it. Swing by anytime I’ll make one for you, on the house of course. Gotta make sure we treat our official menu editor well” he rested his hands on the top of his curls with locked fingers. His biceps looked much more pronounced this way, the tattoos I hadn’t been able to see on the back of his arms making an appearance. 

He looked as if he was a fucking statue, a Greek god carved from the masterful hands of Myron. He is beautiful. He has such a strong nose, a muscular jaw and neck, god his fucking neck. Those veins, I can imagine when he gets all fired up they protrude powerfully. I trail back up to his nose, god that fucking nose. My core clenches around nothing at the sudden dirty image of messily riding his face comes to the front of my mind, his beautiful blue eyes darkened in lust due to his blown out pupils, his beautiful sexy nose nuzzling my bundle of nerves, my arousal dripping down his neck and chest as he drinks up all he can. Flushed at the Hollywood porno in my mind, I quickly shut it out like slamming a door and my eyes flick to his beautiful blues, a satisfied smirk on his blush pink lips. 

“What?” I questioned, my cheeks growing hotter. “Mm. Nothin’. Enjoying the view or somethin’?” He questioned and I look at my plate. “No- I mean, well” I stuttered, picking up another bite and putting it in my mouth to avoid the confrontation as it had worked for me shortly before. 

He playfully smacks a hand over his heart “wow!” He said earning a giggle from me “here I am, slavin’ over the stove like a damn housewife for you to make your- whatever the hell - and you have the gaul to insult me!! In my own restaurant at that!”  He feigned offense, a real smile adorning his features, eyes crinkled, dimples on proud display. 

“You’re cute! There. Is that what you wanted, Carmen? Your ego stroked a little? Awww, Carm, you’re such a handsome little boy” I laughed, leaning in and pinching his cheek playfully. He rolled his eyes, swatting my hand away with a grin. “So you only go out with guys with wings, that it?” He raised his eyebrows. 

“Wow!! Look at you, big player!” I gently kick his clog with my boot “you askin’ me out?” I asked, my heart picking up speed once more. “No, I just asked if your preference is a buff dude with wings. But since you mention it, sure, I’d love to go out with you. Thanks for the offer” he teased, a pesky smirk on his lips. 

“Wooow!” I drew out and laughed. “Wow!! Big sexy muscle man can’t ask a girl out, hmm? Need to trick her in to asking you?” I took a sip from the water bottle I’d brought in my bag. His cheeks heat, raising his eyebrows he says “well I’m no big sexy muscle man, I’m just ahh…how did you put it?” He asked. 

I leaned in, gently adjusting the pendant of his chain to face front and center again before resting my hand on his chest, palm flat, and feel the heavy thump of his heart when I speak again “a very handsome little boy” I said softly, my eyes flicker to his lips as he gently tugged his bottom one between his teeth. “Mm” he hummed, I felt the vibration under my hand. “That was it. Yeah” he said just above a whisper, his voice richer, deeper, like the dark chocolate cake described on the dessert menu. 

The door flies open and I jump back in my seat, resuming eating as naturally as I could manage. “Bear! There you are, Jesus Christ. Since when do you take breaks? The fuckin’ glassware company left three boxes of cocktail glasses off- three Carm!” A very loud blonde storms in, dropping her large purse in a slump at my feet and kicking it under the desk like I wasn’t even there. 

“Sorry,” she gives me a sympathetic smile “just restaurant shit.” She looks back at him “who did the order?” He asks. “Syd!! I told you, Carmen, you are putting too much on her plate right now! Stop being such a jagoff” she pushes his arm gently “and fucking divide the work!! Fuckin- fuckin’ teach Manny how to order!! I don’t know!” She said exasperated and frustrated. 

“Sugar I’ll call them, I’ll fix it, I fucked up.” He admitted with a sigh and rubs his face. “Yes. You did. And you better fix it. Or else how in the fuck are we gonna do your stupid little house cocktail on family night in three days?!” She asked, holding up 3 fingers and waving them in front of his face as he shook his head. 

“I don’t know. I don’t know.” He muttered and ran his fingers through his curls. “Sorry should I-“ I grabbed my purse from the back of the chair and motioned to the door “ahh fuck. Ye’ I’m so sorry I-“ he blinks hard, thinking. 

“What time do you get off?” He asks “5:15 usually” I said and got up, my plate of food mostly gone. “Shit…uhh..” he rubs his chin in contemplation. “Can you swing by at like- 10? If not, it's totally fine, we- we can have a drink? If you want..” he offered. I nod, a soft smile gracing my features. “Sure thing, I’m a night owl anyway. See you at ten, Chef, thanks again for lunch, it was great”. But before I leave the office, I lean in and whisper in his ear. 

“Be a good, handsome little boy while I’m gone. No more yelling over dropped trays, mm?” I rub my hand over his bicep giving a gentle squeeze and my eyes flicker to his lips, watching as his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows thickly, bright red flushing his cheeks.  “S-see you at ten” he stuttered in reply. I shut the door behind me, giggling quietly to myself as I hear who I now knew as ‘Sugar’ saying “Where’d you meet that pretty thing?”

Read Chapter 3 Here!

[ctrldoll]

You’ll Do Great.

Husband!Nanami Kento/Wife!Reader, Reader's pregnant, a bit suggestive. Fluff & Angst.

It's sobbing season!!! ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

“Finally. I have you all to myself.” Nanami murmured in [Y/N]'s ear as he carried her bridal style into the master bedroom of the villa he rented out just for their honeymoon.

“Yes, you do. I'm all yours.” [Y/N] teased him, once brought down, then gasped in delight when Nanami peppered their neck with soft kisses as his hands moved downwards to clutch onto her waist covered by her wedding gown.

The gemstone on her wedding ring gleamed brightly as her hands rested on his shoulders. Their lips intertwined in absolute need as his hand moved upwards to unzip her gown. They fell onto the bed and Nanami straightened himself and took a sharp breath as he beheld the sight before him.

[Y/N], sprawled out on his bed, her wedding gown spread on the white, rose-covered, blanket, her straps laid on the sides of her shoulders which exposed the curve of her breasts and most of all, the gaze of absolute admiration on her face as she smiled at him.

“You're so handsome, Nanami. I can't believe you're mine.” [Y/N] admired as her ring hand reached upwards and caressed his face as tears formed in her eyes. “I'm so happy right now, my love”.

“I love you so much, [Y/N]. You don't know how happy you've made me by allowing me to marry you. Thank you.” Nanami thanked and a stray tear from his eye was wiped by [Y/N] as hers dripped below her.

Their lips met once more and heat filled the room as desire overcame them.

“Thank you, my love. Thank you so much.” Nanami uttered thanks as he kissed [Y/N] all, tears pouring out of his eyes in joy as he caressed [Y/N]'s tummy, excitement brewing in his heart at the thought of the child that was forming in her at the current moment.

[Y/N] cried happily, her head on his chest as she placed her hand atop his, happy that he would cherish their child as much as she would.

“What about your duties as a jujutsu sorcerer, Nanami? What will happen if we find out I'm pregnant?” [Y/N] whispered in his ear, worried as she looked at the floor in the hospital room as the doctor awaited the results in the lab.

“It'll be alright, my love. I'll handle it. I always do, hun.” Nanami assured then kissed her palm. “I'll be the greatest dad to our child if the results come back positive. I promise you.”

“You better be”. [Y/N] joked and grinned as Nanami bent down to kiss them.”

“I will be. Just like their amazing mother who will be the greatest mum in the world.”

[Y/N] closed her eyes and took in the atmosphere of Kuantan's beach as water washed over her feet as she stood at the shore. Looking to the side, she could swear that she saw a silhouette with short blond hair flowing in the wind at the distance in the sea but it was just a figment of her imagination. Figment.

Her eyes held the gaze of mourning as she held her stomach, now large with kins.

“Gosh, 'Nami would have loved to hold them in his arms.”

“I wish I could have gotten more moments to cherish you, my love”. The voice recording continued. [Y/N] heard the pain in his voice as he tried to hold a groan. He paused for a moment to hold another one then continued.

“You were right, as always. I should have tried to read the pile of books I previously bought but never bothered to before buying another one. Maybe you'll read them for me.”

“We should have gone on that trip to Malaysia. We could have searched for a home right next to the beach and laid down on the wet sand as we thought about how our children would grow up there”.

“You looked so beautiful in your wedding dress. Thank you so much for letting me marry you. It was the happiest day of my life. The birth of our children would have been too.”

“I'm sorry that I can't be there for you and our children. I was so happy when I saw them on the ultrasound, they were so precious. I wish I was able to watch them throughout all the moments of their lives. I wish I could hold my two girls and my boy. Please cherish them for me.”

“You'll be a great mother to them. You'll do great.”

“[Y/N], I love you so much. I love you and our children so, so much”.

“Stay strong for me, for our children, [Y/N]. I love you”.

Nanami sent the message, hoping the signal would come back before his phone eventually got ruined and placed it somewhere he doubted it would be broken quickly.

With every step he took, awareness of the life he was about to leave dawned on him.

He could only hope that [Y/N] and his children would forgive him.

“[Y/N]'s a strong woman. She’ll be alright.”

[Y/N] sobbed and awkwardly sat on the wet sand. “N-Nana-mi!” Her voice broke as she bawled for her late husband.

“H-ow will I do a-ll of this wit-hout you?!”

Nanami made sure that everything would go to her before his passing on and left a note, informing her of the file on his laptop that had his suggestions for what was to be their home.

Due to the situation in Shibuya, [Y/N] left for Malaysia and headed for the home she picked. She picked what seemed to be Nanami's favourite out of the list.

Further into the PDF, [Y/N] found a number for a nanny if she ever needed one. Yasmine Otokpul.

“Mrs. Kento, are you alright?!” Yasmine yelled as she rushed to [Y/N] and knelt beside her. She rubbed up and down [Y/N]'s back whilst she checked for any signs of bleeding or injury and sighed in relief when she found none. “I miss him, Yasmine! I really miss him!” [Y/N] sobbed and set her head on Yasmin's chest.

“It will be alright, [Y/N]. Nanami would have wanted you to be strong for him. He loved you so much. If he were here, he'd be so proud of you for how well you're handling yourself for your family. You have to remain calm, you're getting closer to the birth.”

“T-Thank yo-u, Yas-mine.”

They remained quiet, save for [Y/N]'s sobs and sniffles as they watched the sunset intertwine with the sea then headed home. [Y/N], once more, could swear that she saw her late husband, wearing his classic blue shirt and white khaki pants in the waves, smiling at her as droplets of water sprinkled around him. She blinked and he was gone.

[Y/N] looked away and continued to move as she caressed her stomach.

“Your father would have loved you guys so much. I'm going to make sure I raise every single one of you well.”

This is how I imagine them if they were fortunate enough to age together. Lmao! ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

[unteriors-in-house-flipper-2]

I am losing my mind at this blog

this, this is peak art

I really mean it

it's honestly so amazing and layered, taking a game about fixing up homes, cleaning them up, making them attractive and sellable

then purposefully doing the opposite to create dirty, lived in spaces is such a raw thing to do

gosh that's amazing

YOU GET IT 🧡 and thank you for your kind words :)

playing the sims ive always been a builder babe, and i loved house flipper 1 but neither of those games really let me create the interiors i actually find interesting.

the trash generator and dirt/stain painting tools are very straightforward, but combined with the overhauled build mechanics they give me just the right combination of complexity and limitations to finally let me try to replicate the aura or atmosphere these spaces carry! everything from the choice of furniture to the wear and tear and even the framing of the photos themselves tell a story and its a fun challenge to push the engine and see how close i can get.

[swallowprettybird]

Hey! This question is from an anonymous..

Who inspires me?

Thank you for this question! I have so much to say 😍❤️

I have so many people's blogs that inspire me. Unfortunately, they won't all fit here, but there are so many wonderful people, know that you are wonderful! 🫶

Too many letters below in random order under the cut 👇

@bakersimmer inspired me so much with her story and legacy ❤️ I love her light and engaging writing and storytelling style ✍️

Saffron is just a cute little devil whom I love very much 😁 and Anselm.. keep your eyes peeled! ehhh my lovelies 😭❤️

Also, her style of screenshots and game seems to be my favorite on simblr ✨

@onestormeynight and Penny, Blair and Rosie life and them story, they're so so cute and warming my heart ☺️ I adore their story because it is full of family love and understanding, it is a wonderful portion of happiness every episode :з

@elderwisp your arts it's something magical!It inspires me a lot, I love this aesthetic, and it hits the heart 100%, your simstyle very fine and sm tasteful 🧡 and tesselate such a goooood story ohmhm my gosh so good 🤌

@youredreamingofroo i love your Roo universe hehe ❤️ I like to discover him every time learning details about his life and character, it seems as if he is another good friend of ours on Simblr 🤭 It's very inspiring to know own characters better too) And of course, I admire your renders, they are very beautiful and high quality!

@kuroashims and her beautiful blog dedicated to One Peece ❤️ 🧭 If you're like me and have never seen this anime, you'll want to know more about it after discover her page, and if you're a loyal fan, you'll love it even more! Her style is unique in its kind, you won't see anything like it in the sims. And the way she conveys emotions and feelings with just one picture without many words is just something beautiful. It is very inspiring. Elfy is also a wonderful person and a so kind warm friend. 🧝 Je t'aime, ma chère ☺️( btw your French vibe is very inspiring too 😍🤌 belle, incroyablement belle 💅🗼)

@changingplumbob and her amazing stories with amazing families. I love each of them. Kirsty plays the game with a huge and contagious passion. Each of her oc's is different and has its own story.

It's touch me and makes root for each character, through victories, mistakes, and life circumstances. She also has a great sense of humor! Her game sometimes throws up such funny situations! In general, Kirsty knows how to turn the usual gameplay into an exciting journey and I definitely recommend you to join. Also, I am very impressed with her playing style. And if I'm ever going to play a ts4 (as gameplay lmao), she'll definitely be the one to inspire me how.

@holocene-sims i love all about Grant and his life. This is such a vital and real, deep story. I love experiencing all the happy and poignant moments with him as well. His example teaches me not to give up and to live in spite of everything, and to be honest, the thought of this sometimes supported me in difficult moments.

I love talking with you about him and the family and about Junga, she's wonderful. 😇 I'm always looking forward to new episodes.

And Ana is my main inspiration for my main story. If you see a new episode of Cursed Chronicles, you should know that part of the gratitude lies with Ana. ❤️

@matchalovertrait and her beautiful lovely sunshine Noemi and her family ❤️ I will love them always 🥹 It seems to be the warmest, kindest and most loving legacy I know) I like to read it at least to recharge my batteries with this wonderful atmosphere and I immediately want to create something cute and wonderful ☺️

btw Dulce and Ángel has grown so charming!

@miralure your sims just incredible and i love your lookbooks ❤️🤌 You inspire me a lot to create and remade my sims and stand at the CAS like never before! looking forward to hearing new posts from you ☺️

@wistfulpoltergeist You have no idea how much I appreciate this person and his support from the very beginning of my blog❤️ Євгенку ну ти справжнє найсправжнє сонечко 🌞☺️🧡He is a real sunshine. And of course, I adore him both as a creator and a storyteller and as a dad/mom of two beautiful cats Aidan and Arvin 😁 this teo boys so lovely and hot 🤌🔥 і я сподіваюсь ще почути від тебе багато історій ☺️❤️

@aniraklova I think looking at her screenshots, you don't have to say anything, do you? This is an absolutely sky-high level of aesthetics 🤌💅 And I admired their work long before I started the blog, becouse all her cc and all art is something very very inspiring, she really inspired me to create some characters and recent cyberpictures :h Карі ти просто крейзі в найкращому значенні цього слова 😘🔥💋

@vermutandherring another wonderful creator who amazes me with her skill and beauty, It's just so gorgeous, this builds and scenes are incredible and everything I see there I dream of either seeing in my game or just admiring endlessly, so talented artist просто золоті руки 😍

@stellarfalls people who I may not follow much, but people who I consider my great inspirations, who make me want to move on, develop and improve my screenmake skills 🧡 at one time she impressed me a lot with her story&creations and I am still impressed, thank you friend ❤️

@aheathen-conceivably I've probably said it before, but you really do inspire me in a very real way, besides the fact that your dynasty is more than sims, it's a whole bunch and a storm of emotions, these are such real, well-developed characters, I almost cried a few times over some moments... for everyone who is not familiar with the dynasty of this wonderful author, I highly recommend you to read it) and besides, your work inspires me to write my own story too :з it really inspired me for some points of the sequel and thank you to your blog for that)

@circusjuney your style and story, are some of my favorites, and Ellie and Max are the ones I'm really rooting for and worried about ❤️ your blog is very inspiring to me in gґso many ways and makes me glad to be here on simblr ☺️✨🫶

@papermint-airplane I may not have known your blog for that long, but I get excited every time I read about Aiden and his friends again ❤️🫶 I really like your writing style, it's engaging, light and catchy, I love adventure, so it really inspires me to write. and I'd like to send you a special hug as a former fan of the TS3 hehe 🫂

I would also note @weirdosalike because I can't help but note that I am fascinated and obsessed by her story, which makes me just as passionate about creating something 😁

I almost forgot about @theosconfessions Scarlet is so gorgeous, you know what inspires me about your blog? your absolute passion for what you do!

.... oh okay i need a chapter 2 😣😖

There are many more authors whose work I am just getting to know, and I really like them ❤️ Sorry if I didn't mention you i love your blogs too 🥹🫶

[bbyquokka]

Valentines day with ot8

pairing: ot8 x fem reader

genre: headcanon, smut – MDNI

synopsis: how you'd spend valentines day with skz

warnings: she/her pronouns, smut, established relationships, pet play, oral sex (m + f rec), anal toys (plug), pet names, use of the word master and sir, clit play, inexperienced reader, virgin reader, loss of virginity, mention of feeling insecure and anxious, Amazon sex position, grinding, reader calls jisung a pervert, breast and nipple play, mention of porn watching, unprotected and protected penetration (p in v), mention of using a safe word and the traffic light system, masturbation (m), thigh fucking, temp play (ice)  

words: 8.4k ~ (8408)

do not repost and/or translate! do not steal the artwork!

feedback & reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

in collaboration with my darling @sstarryoong! he did this amazing, stunning banner for this & i couldnt be more prouder and excited! pls give him some love in future art projects, he deserves it!!

☆ m.list — ☆ you can also read it on my ao3

꒰ Chan ꒱ 

He's been working hard lately. Having to juggle work and home has become tiring and exhausting for him. He comes home from work, showers, eats and crawls into bed, ultimately done for the night.

You don't blame him though. It's that time of the year. However, you couldn't help but feel like the intimacy between you both had diminished. You know he's tired so you don't expect him to do anything however, when you would crawl into bed, he'd at least give you some form of intimacy, whether that'd be spooning you or just gentle kisses - now he doesn't do any of that.

Has the romance died? Is there no spark between you both anymore? Is Chan bored of you? All these questions swimming around in your head and not a single answer to any of them which makes you feel more anxious and worried. 

You tried to initiate it, saying that he doesn't have to move a single muscle, that you'll do all the work but Chan just wasn't interested, claimed he was too tired and that he has a busy day ahead.

You soon started to feel defeated, sometimes crying to yourself in the bathroom before settling next to him in bed. 

But you didn't give up. You refuse to give up.

Valentine's day is coming up so you decided to splash out on some sexy lingerie to surprise your lover. Maybe then he will give you the attention you deserve! 

A nice, sexy red lace set. Panties and bralette made of flimsy material and see through. Cute hearts decorate the bralette covering where your nipples would show. A matching garter belt and stockings to accommodate it. If this doesn't make Chan drool, then you don't know what will.

The time finally came. Chan was finishing up in the bathroom after taking a shower, the sounds of the hairdryer going off. You quickly change into your lacy underwear before quickly styling your hair to make yourself look the part as well as spraying some of your best perfume on your neck. Nerves and anticipation surges through your veins, bubbling in your stomach.

What if he doesn't like it? What if this is the final straw? If this fails, then you don't know what else you can do to make him touch or look at you.

So deep in thought, you fail to hear the bathroom door open. The soft slaps of bare feet on the floorboards as Chan approaches.

“Holy shit…” He breathes out. You spin on your heels to face him, cheeks turning a nice pink colour.

“Chan–”

“Sh.” He simply instructs, walking towards you. You press your lips together in a thin line, unable to take your eyes off him. His aura is different, a sudden change of atmosphere making you feel small and submissive.

“My gosh don't you look adorable.” He groans, grabbing your cheeks in his hand softly. You're forced to look up at him, your throat turning dry.

“C-Chan…” You weakly squeak. You feel his fingers lightly feather over the flimsy material of your bralette, outlining the curve of your breasts before gently poking your nipple. He lines the heart shape slowly, his fingertip nudging against the bud. 

You shiver, letting out a weak moan. You couldn't help it. It's been days, weeks since he's last touched you. You can already feel your cunt throb and ache, panties slowly soaking up your slick and sticking to you. You're touch starved and it's obvious from the way your body responds from his simple touch.

He releases your cheeks before sliding both hands down your sides and cupping your ass.

He pulls you flush to his naked chest. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin onto yours. It's suffocating, it's making you dizzy. His scent is all over and around you, you're becoming intoxicated.

“All this is for me?” Chan licks his lips hungrily as he presses his erection onto your thigh.

“Yes.” you instantly reply.

“Why?”

“It's valentine's day and you haven't touched me in so long Chan. I'm touch starved.” You pout, whining softly. Chan chuckles softly 

“I'm sorry pup. I've just been so tired lately. I have wanted to pleasure you, believe me but I'm so pent up that I'm scared of hurting you…”

“I trust you Chan. With my whole heart. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me. Just please Chan, please fuck me.” You beg, cupping his erection and gently palming it. Chan lets out a shaky moan before smirking.

“Be careful what you wish for, y/n”

“I mean it! Please Chan, fuck me like you mean it. I want to be sore, I want to feel you deep inside. I want to be fucked dumb. Just, please!”

You squeal as Chan picks you up and throws you on the bed. He crawls over to you, situating himself between your legs.

“I warned you, y/n but you just couldn't keep your mouth shut, huh.”

꒰ Minho ꒱ 

Minho tugs on the leash that's attached to your collar, your body jerking slightly. You look up from your sleeping position on the floor before kneeling and sitting on the back of your heels, awaiting his instructions. It's valentine's day, a day that he never cared about until you suggested that you'd make valentines day his day.

He hums softly, patting your head gently before twisting your hair around his finger. He gently strokes the fake fur of the cat ears that rest on your head, a cute delicate collar around your neck with a bell attached to it with a matching tail. 

“Yes, master?” 

“Suck.” He simply instructs. You nod, crawling between his parted legs before pulling down his jeans and underwear. You wrap your fingers around his dick, starting off slow and steady. 

Minho's attention turns back onto the TV, his eyes flickering from the screen, to you then back to the screen. He slouches a bit more as his cock gets hard in your hand. You hum softly, pumping his base before leaning in to kitten lick his tip.

You press your tongue flat against his tip, collecting his pre cum that is currently seeping from his slit. Your free hand comes up to massage and fondle with his balls, rolling them slowly in the palm of your hand. Minho closes his eyes slowly as your lips wrap around his cockhead.

You softly suck, wrapping your tongue around it and letting the wet muscle caresses his red tip. The salty flavor of his pre cum coats your taste buds making you hum and shiver. You look up at your lover, his nonchalant expression refusing to change until you suddenly lower your head on his cock, taking more of his size and letting him hit the back of your throat.

Minho's eyes widen at the sudden action as he looks down at you. He parts his lips, toes curling as you instantly swallow around his cock. Saliva bubbles from the corner of your lips, the ability to breathe becoming a struggle from the sheer thickness of him.

Your throat clenches around Minho. He kicks his head back, a throaty groan leaving his lips. His composure breaks as he feels your tongue caress his cock, mouth getting to work on sucking him well.

You place both hands on his thick thighs, eyes fluttering close as you lower your head further down until your nose touches his pubic area. Minho stutters, struggling to stop his hips from bucking upwards. He gathers your hair in his fist, tugging harshly at the roots. You let out a muffled cry, tears welling and spilling from the corner of your eyes as saliva dribbles down your chin.

“F-Fuck, kitten. Shit…” Minho shivers as you slowly pull some of his length out of your mouth. Keeping your lips around him, you work on sucking him how he likes it. Tongue caressing and wrapping around his cock, hands caressing and rolling his balls in the palm of your hand. The bell of your collar jingles with each head movement, Minho being unable to hold back his moans.

“Shit, good.. so good.” He whimpers, plump lip caught between his teeth as your face becomes stained with tears and slobber. 

“Such a good kitten, sucking master's cock.” He gathers the faux leather leash, twisting it around his fist to tug harshly. You whimper softly, pulling his cock out of your mouth. A thin string of saliva being the only thing connecting you both at this point.

“All fours.” Minho demands. You nod, shifting on all fours. Your back is to Minho, ass and pussy on full display. Minho licks his lips, kneeling behind you and spreading your ass cheeks. He shivers at the sight of your butt plug that's buried inside, a fake fur tail attacked at the end to finish off the cat like appearance.

“My gorgeous kitten.” Minho coos, playing with your tail before gently applying pressure on the plug. You let out a soft whimper, your swollen bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Does that feel good, kitten?”

“Yes sir.” You shakily breathe out, feeling his fingertips dance towards your pussy. He uses his middle and index finger to rub between your folds, a hum of contentment emitting from his lips as his fingers become soaked.

“So wet for me, kitten. Did you get like this because you sucked some cock?” 

“Y-Yes sir.” He presses the pad of his fingertips against your swollen clit, rubbing slow circles on the nub. Your legs shake, arms unable to hold your body weight. He slips two fingers in your cunt, your walls welcoming him by squeezing around his fingers. He leans over you, chest pressing on your back.

“I think I might like Valentine's day.” 

꒰ Changbin ꒱

Changbin is the only person you've ever known when it comes to sex. Changbin has a lot more experience than you do in that department. You were a virgin when you two met so he is all you ever know. You don't have much sexual experience, not knowing what you like and dislike, however, Changbin is patient with you.

He told you to take your time, that there is no rush. You will find out what positions and kinks you like eventually, reassuring you that you shouldn't rush because stuff like this cannot be rushed.

But you can't help that nagging feeling of insecurity in the back of your mind. Some days you wish you knew what you were doing because then, it would be easier and much more smooth sailing. Changbin has told you time and time again that he doesn't mind, that he understands the situation and that you shouldn't feel scared nor insecure - but your mind tells you differently.

Valentine's day is around the corner and you want to do something special with him. You couldn't do anything last year due to work commitments and when you two finally had free time, the moment was over and done with. This year is different however and you want to make it a day he won't ever forget.

You shopped for some cute looking underwear. It's not the first time you've shopped for underwear, however this type of underwear is different and is for a different meaning.

Walking along the shelves and racks of cute and sexy underwear, robes and even some bdsm equipment, you were once again reminded that this is all new to you. You didn't know exactly what you were going for nor what you wanted to look or feel like. When a staff member offered you some help, you flushed a deep red and scurried out of the store empty handed.

You didn't know what Changbin likes when it comes to this. What does he like to see his partner wear? What colours does he like? Red, pink, blue? Does he like lace or cotton? The more unanswered questions you have, the more insecure and nervous you feel.

You tried again the next day, taking deep breaths and this time, you accepted the help from the staff member. You bought yourself a cute baby pink set. Nothing too extreme but nothing too minimal. Now you have to hide it away from your lover and hiding things from Changbin can be quite tricky.

The week went by slowly. During the week, you googled positions and techniques to get your loved ones to feel good. That's when you come across a position known as the ‘Amazon Position.’ Your curiosity piqued, the picture of said position making you want to try it with Changbin. Only problem is, how do you bring something up like this to him?

Changbin knew something was going on with you, he could tell by the way you acted so skittish around him. How you would be quick to lock your phone or hold it close to your chest when he questioned what you were doing. He knew but he had a feeling that you being so secretive is for a good reason.

Valentine's day came and as expected, you feel sick to your stomach with nerves. You wrote a mental script, imagined it all out in your head. Changbin was out for the day, work commitments but he promised to make it up to you later that night but of course, you have other plans.

You spend the majority of the day clock watching, continually trying on the set wondering if doing this is a good idea. You feel good on the set. The soft pink with hearts and bows gave it that innocent appeal to it and that's exactly how you feel – innocent and cute.

6 pm rolls over. Changbin will be home in 30 minutes max. You ignore the sick feeling, ignore your nerves as you put on the set, fixing your hair and make up. You put on a robe to conceal it as you hear the front door open.

“Y/n! Baby, I'm home!” You grin, hearing your lover's voice. Your worries instantly wash away. You rush out of the bedroom, feet slapping against the wood floor.

“Binnie!!” You fail to hide your excitement as you run to him. He laughs, opening his arms wide. You run into them, Changbin wrapping his strong arms around you and lifting you up.

“How's my favourite baby girl?” He hums softly, hands cupping your ass softly to keep you stable. You blush a soft pink colour.

“I'm fine. Missed you though.” You pout. Changbin softly kisses your pout before laughing softly. You mewl, nuzzling into his neck and inhaling his natural scent. His scent causes shivers to run down your spine and shoot to your core. 

It's Binnie, your Binnie. The man you love and adore so much. The man who is your safe space.

“Binnie.” You softly whisper, kissing his neck delicately. Changbin hums softly.

“I bought you something.” He whispers. 

“You did?” 

“Mhm. Want it now or–?” You pull your head away from his neck, looking to the side as you bite your lip. Changbin tilts his head to the side. “Baby, what's wrong?”

“W-Well, I uh…” You start. Changbin gently puts you back down, your feet hitting the wood floor. “I bought something and I wanted to ask you something and well, I'm just so embarrassed and worried that you won't like it..”

Tears well in your eyes suddenly, the action surprising you as well as Changbin. You're so nervous right now, thoughts and insecurities consuming your body.

“Take your time baby.” Changbin hums softly, wiping your tears with his thumb.

“I-I think it's best if I show you.” You mumble, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom. You instruct him to sit, stepping in between his legs. You take a deep breath in before removing your robe, letting it shimmy down your shoulders and pool at your feet.

Changbin's eyes widened at your set, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“Is this what you wanted to show me, baby?” You nod slowly, taking shaky breaths. “Can I touch?”

“Yes.” His fingertips lightly dance up your sides. He traces the hearts on your bra, playing with the little bow in the center. He gently cups your breasts, palming them in his hand softly.

“B-Binnie…” You softly moan. 

“What else baby? Tell your Binnie what else you want.”

“I-I found a position called the Amazon position and I–I want to try it with you.” That pink flush turns a bright red. Changbin licks his lips slowly, his hands now playing with the curve of your ass.

“You want to try it with me baby? Are you sure?” You nod. “Are you doing this because you want to or because you're trying to please me? Because if you're doing this for me then–”

“I want to! Please Binnie… I-I know I'm inexperienced but I just, I don't know… I just want to try it with you and see if I like it…” Changbin stands up, cupping your cheeks gently.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you're comfortable with this.” You look into Changbin's eyes, drowning in the beauty of his eyes. Lust is evident but the love you see is drowning you. 

“I'm comfortable.”

Changbin lays flat on his back, legs up and bent at the knees. He holds the back of his thighs, legs spread. You shuffle close to him, holding the base of his condom clasped penis. You hold it straight, squatting over the back of his thighs.

“Are you sure?” Changbin asks for the nth time. You nod.

“I'm sure Binnie. I trust you.” Changbin smiles softly at you, giving you the go ahead. You lower yourself down on his length. Both of you moaning in unison, the stretch you feel from his cock burning. You wait a few seconds before thrusting your hips towards him. You let out a shaky whimper, leaning forward to place your hands on his soft pecs.

“B-Binnie…” You moan out, head hanging low. The new position makes it possible for Changbin to reach into unknown territory. You're at a loss for words from how pleasurable it feels. You're in control, you get to control how deep and how fast to go. Your clit rubbing against Changbin, the feel of being able to control making you feel overwhelmed

“You look so beautiful and in control, baby girl. The best valentine's gift ever.”

꒰ Hyunjin ꒱

Hyunjin was sculpted by a Greek god, giving him romantic attributes so it's no surprise that Valentine's day is made for him. His little habits, hobbies and interests as well as his sense of style screams soft romantic.

Valentine's day is Hyunjin's favourite thing of the year purely because he gets to show that romantic side to you. He never fails in making you feel like royalty. You often tease him, calling him a soppy romantic but in reality, you adore that side of him 

You feel lucky to have someone like Hyunjin in your life.

This year you didn't fancy doing anything spontaneous. The week has been tiring for you both, neither of you fancied getting dressed and going out plus neither of you needed any new clothing or hobby related stuff - so Hyunjin suggested that you both just do some art together.

You're both sitting on the wood floor of Hyunjin's art studio, a few candle sticks in empty wine glasses situated on the tables. You're sitting cross legged facing each other, your hair tied in a messy bun. Hyunjin's hair is getting long again but it's not long enough for him to tie up, so he's settled on using a pink hairband of yours to keep his hair out of his face.

Different types of paints, paint brushes and canvases situated around you both. Both dressed in clothing that you don't really care about meaning you can get messy. A soft, classical piece playing in the background as the soft sounds of paint brushes being dragged around the canvases.

“How's it going for you angel?” Hyunjin's eyes flicker up from his canvas to you. He chuckles softly to himself as your tongue sticks out in concentration - a habit of yours he loves so much.

“It's going alright.” You laugh, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Just alright?” You nod, looking up and melting at the sight of him. You forget how handsome Hyunjin looks, with his prince-like appearance; however, tonight he looks exquisite. The soft glow of the candles, stray pieces of hair falling in front of his face, a few paint streaks on his cheeks, you feel like the luckiest person on the planet.

“I just can't get your right eye correct! I have the left done perfectly but the right eye is just annoying me.” You whine softly. Hyunjin laughs, dipping his paintbrush in some water.

“The struggles for many of us artists out there, darling. Trying to get things perfect and symmetrical doesn't always go to plan.” 

“I applaud you, Jinnie. You make art look so easy.”

“It takes time and practice my love. I never used to be good.”

“Lies. You've always been good. I'm jealous.” You huff.

“Jealous? Jealous of what?” Hyunjin looks up at you.

“Of everything! Have you seen yourself baby! You're so pretty and handsome. You have amazing talents, like damn!” Hyunjin laughs, his hand automatically coming up to hide his smile as his cheek turns a pink colour.

“Thank you darling, I appreciate it, however, I think you're the prettiest person in the world.” You shuffle on the spot, looking down at your artwork as you flush a deep red 

“S-Shut up, jinnie.” Hyunjin laughs softly, shrugging his shoulders before getting back to work on his art piece. Silence falls upon you both. It's comfortable. Nothing feels forced or awkward. It's nice, calm and just what you both need.

“Ready to show?” Hyunjin puts his paintbrush down as you do the same. You hum softly, nodding. “On three. One, two, three!”

You both flip your canvases around. Your eyes widen, a feeling of shock and admiration rushing through your mind and body. His art is breathtaking, making you awe at his talents. He's captured you in a way that you've never been captured before, painting you in a feeling of softness and comfort. He's managed to get down every last detail. From the wispy bits of your hair to the textures of your face.

“Hyunjin.. i–” you struggle to find the words, tears starting to well in your eyes as you feel overwhelmed.

“Do you like it, darling?” 

“Like it? I love it! I look so calm and at peace.”

“That's how I see you darling. I love seeing you like this. You look and feel so free, no worries weighing you down. I adore this side of you darling, so I had to paint you like this.”

“Baby…” You smile lovingly at him, wiping away a fallen tear.

“You're so beautiful and special to me, darling.” Hyunjin puts his painting down, patting his lap. You place your own painting next to him, straddling his lap as he holds your waist gently.

“I love you, y/n. So so much.”

“H-Hyunjin…” You softly whisper, lips inches apart. His breath fans against them, your fingers digging into his shoulders. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush onto his crotch.

“I'm going insane, y/n. You're driving me insane.” Hyunjin plants soft and delicate kisses on your neck. You tilt your head to the side, allowing more access for him. His sharp canines sink into your skin, occasionally scrapping them before sucking and kissing.

Your lips part, soft moans in the form of his name emit from your lips. His hands slide up your clothing, fingertips dancing delicately along the hot skin of your back. His lips kiss up and along your jawline before finding your own lips.

The kiss is slow yet passionate. Gripping onto his shoulders, you rock your hips back and forth on him, shaky moans being swallowed by your both. 

“I want you, I need you.” He whispers desperately against your lips, gently placing you flat on the wood floor and leaning over you all whilst keeping his lips attached to yours

“You have me, baby. I'm all yours for the taking.”

꒰ Jisung ꒱ ( continuation from this )

He couldn't bear the thought of you looking like that again. You looked so sad and alone.  You needed him, craved him and he couldn't do anything about it. He felt powerless and he hates that.

The business trip got extended by a few more days, much to Jisung and your frustration. He wouldn't be home for valentine's and that hurts the most for you both. You accepted it, saying that there's nothing that can be done about it, however, Jisung is stubborn. He refuses to accept it.

It's 11 pm, the day before valentine's, and you're getting ready for bed. Jisung messaged you saying that he couldn't video call you tonight, which sucks but it's something that cannot be helped. You do your usual bedtime routine before changing into a spaghetti strap vest and panties.

You grab your plushie, sliding into bed and holding the plushie close to your chest before trying to sleep. You have trouble sleeping when Jisung is away. His warmth and comfort isn't there to provide you a sense of safety.

You managed to fall asleep but half an hour later, you were woken by someone shaking you gently. A soft call of your name and that all too familiar scent clouded your mind.

“S-Sungie?!” You sleepily whisper, heart fluttering.

“It's me, darling. It's me, I'm home.” Jisung shuffles in bed behind you, pulling you flush to his chest. His warmth radiating onto you, his fingers stroking your stomach slowly. He nuzzles into the back of your neck, deeply inhaling that sweet scent he has missed so much.

“I thought–”

“I finished everything I had to do. I wanted to be with you y/n. I've missed you so dearly and the thought of spending valentine's without you hurts.” You shuffle around to face him, placing a hand on his soft cheek.

“You're so love sick, Sungie.” You giggle playfully. He leans into your touch, kissing your palm gently before taking your hand and placing it on his firm chest.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he stares into your eyes whilst guiding your hand down his chest and abs. You eventually reach his fully erect penis.

Your eyes widen slightly, Jisung taking his hand off yours gently.

“I'm sorry. As soon as I came through the front door, I was hit with nothing but your sweet scent. Then I came in here and it's so sweet. So sickly…”

“P-Pervert.” You mumble, slowly palming his cock. He lets out a throaty groan, nudging the tip of his nose against your neck, his soft, black hair tickling your face.

“Say it again.” 

“Pervert.” You mewl, squeezing his cock. His hips buck, body shaking. He tugs at your vest, pulling it up and over before diving in between your breasts. He squeezes them roughly, biting at the skin leaving teeth marks before biting and tugging at your nipple. You shimmy your hand down his boxer shorts to rub your thumb over his soaked tip.

“Missed you. Missed you so much. I'm going insane, y/n. Want to devour you.” 

“Then do so.” You whisper, your breath tickling the shell of his ear. He groans softly before shimming down and under the duvet. He buries himself between your parted legs, pushing your panties to the side, too impatient to strip you off them.

He needs you and he needs you now 

“I've missed this.” You hear him say before his tongue laps at your clit. Your eyes widen at the sudden contact, fingers finding his hair and tangling themselves in it.

“J-Ji…” You moan out, back arching softly off the bed. He sucks and nibbles on your clit, two fingers sliding up and down between your folds. He swaps his mouth and fingers, fingers rubbing fast circles on your clit as he laps at your entrance hungrily, collecting every single drop of your essence.

“So good. So delicious, missed this… missed you.” He purrs. He grabs your thighs, pulling you flush against his face. He spits on your cunt, smearing it around your core, folds and clit before eating you out hungrily. 

Spit and slick coats his face, the sounds of your breathy moans and whimpers paired with the harsh tugs on his roots making him feral.

“I never want to be away from you again, darling.”

꒰ Felix ꒱

It's your first valentine's with Felix. You two are a fresh couple, dating for only four months. You've never had a long term relationship before, nothing like what you're experiencing with Felix at least. 

Sure you've had partners but they don't tend to last very long for you. Felix, however, is different. He is soft, kind and patient with you. He knows you're inexperienced in all departments. You were worried and insecure about that; however, Felix reassures you that he doesn't mind, that he will help you and that you shouldn't feel pushed.

He told you that you two will go further when you feel ready to do so; and you do. You feel like now is the right time to further your relationship with Felix. You know it's going to be scary and a hell of a journey, but you trust Felix with your heart and soul.

You researched forums, watched many porn videos and even spoke to a few friends on what you should and shouldn't do. You mentally prepared yourself for the day, thinking, hoping you was; but nothing can prepare you for your first time.

“Still to this day, you are an unbelievably good cook.” Felix hums, placing down his knife and fork before wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

“Thank you, lixie.” You blush, shuffling in your seat. You invited Felix over for a valentine's dinner. He arrived at your door with a bouquet of roses, chocolates, home baked brownies and two vouchers for a spa day for you both.

Being at home brought you a sense of comfort, thinking that initiating or mentioning sex would be easier if you were in your own comfort space.

You stand to take his plate, Felix shaking his head and standing up, taking yours and his.

“You go relax baby, I'll clean up.”

“Are you sure?” You asked however, he's quick, sleeves rolled up as he fills the sink with warm, soapy water.

“A million percent. Put on a film or show and I will join you real soon.” You nod, smiling softly before sitting on the sofa. You put on a series, trying to calm your racing mind. You feel ready, the question is, how do you approach it?

You were mentally prepared, the hours and weeks of research leading up to this moment. You even put on your best underwear in an attempt to feel the part. So busy consumed with your own thoughts and feelings, you didn't notice Felix walking towards you, wiping his hands on his t-shirt.

“Everything okay baby?” He asks, sitting beside you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You meekly nod, smiling before leaning into his side, head on his shoulder.

“Okay darling. You'd tell me if you weren't, right?”

“Of course, lixie.” Felix hums before turning his attention to the TV. You, however, couldn't concentrate on the show. 

Hours went by painfully slowly. You're scared that time is running out for you. Felix is staying for the night so that's one thing you don't have to worry about but the nagging feeling, your head telling you to “Just do it” making you feel uneasy. You take a deep breath as you look up at Felix.

He looks down at you, smiling softly before his eyes widen at you. Your hand gently and shakily placed over his crotch, slowly palming him the best you can over his blue coloured jeans.

“W-Wait…” He grunts. You bite your lip, swallowing down the heavy feeling of nerves and insecurities. You palm harder, desperation kicking in when you realize that it's not working.

“Why…” You look down, then back at Felix. Tears well in your eyes slowly, heart thumping against your chest and feeling heavy. Felix softly sighs before holding your wrist.

“Baby. Look at me.” You look up at him, bottom lip quivering. Was it bad? Does he not like you like that? Does he not want it?

“F-Felix.” You choke out, tears falling down your cheeks. You feel embarrassed, ashamed. You're wondering why you did something like that. Was it all for nothing?

“Oh darling, don't cry.” Felix coos, wiping away your tears.

“D-Did you not like it?” You choke out.

“I did.”

“But–”

“However, you have to take it slow.”

“B-But i”

“Are you ready?” You nod slowly. “Look me in the eyes baby and tell me you want this.”

“I-I want this… I want you.”

“Are you sure? A million percent sure? Infinity perfect?” You giggle softly though your laughs as you nod. “Okay, my love.”

Your arms cover your naked breasts, Felix kneeling between your legs. Your hair fanned out against the bed sheets, the room dimly lit with fairy lights. Your clothing scattered across your bedroom, lips kiss bitten and swollen.

Felix has driven you to your second orgasm of the night, making sure you are well prepared for what's about to come. He kisses the inside of your thigh gently, his body slick with sweat. He decided to put his long, blonde hair up in a ponytail to keep it away from his face.

He rolls a condom onto his length, pumping himself a few times before shuffling towards you.

“Are you sure?” He asks for the nth time.

“Infinity percent.” You whisper, cheeks pink.

“Remember your safe word?” You nod. “What is it?”

“Sunshine.” 

“Good girl.” Felix sweetly pecks your lips before lining himself up at your entrance. “This will hurt, baby. It'll sting and feel painful at first. I promise I will go slow but tell me if it's too much for you and I will stop right away, okay?” 

“O-Okay lixie.” Felix slowly pushes his length inside. You grip onto the sheets tightly, lip caught between your teeth. He's right, it hurts. You feel like you're being stretched, the sting running up and down your spine.

“F-Felix.” You squeak out, reaching out to him. He gently takes your hand in his, squeezing gently and rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

“You're doing so well baby. I'm so proud of you.” He whispers, kissing your hand gently. He pushes a little under half of his length, deciding that going further would be too much for you.

He rubs soothing circles on your hips, inner thighs, hands; anywhere he can reach, he soothes. You pant softly, Felix staying still to allow you to adjust to his size.

It's overwhelming. You feel so full. Your body is tingling, your mind telling you that you want so much more than what he has given you.

“L-Lix…”

“Colour?” 

“G-Green.. Please, move.” Felix swallows, holding your waist gently before slowly moving. Pleasure courses through your veins from the small and limited movements, your pussy sensitive from never being used this way before.

It's suffocating, but it's good to the point it's addicting.

The pain subsides, pleasuring taking over. Felix slowly picks up the speed and intensity, watching your brows furrow together and lips part. Soft moans leave your lips frequently, making Felix feel more and more confident that you're getting into it.

“I'm so honoured and blessed that you feel comfortable and safe around me for me to take something so wonderful yet precious.”

꒰ Seungmin ꒱ 

1 am. The early morning of valentine's day. Your eyes flutter open. You let out a soft grumble, bringing a fist up to your eyes to rub away the sleep. Your mind is still heavy with sleep so you're not fully awake yet, however, you don't need to be fully awake to understand the sweet noises you're currently hearing.

Soft groans make your ears perk up. You look behind you, eyes widening at the sight you see. 

“S-Shit…” A breathy Seungmin groans softly. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead. The sheets have been pushed down to his thighs, his naked chest on display. Your eyes trail down his chest, breath hitching in your throat as you notice his boxer shorts pulled down to his thighs, fist around his leaking cock.

“M-Minnie…” You shakily whisper. Seungmin looks at you, a look of desperation evident on his face.

“Baby. You're awake.” He pants. “Did I wake you?” Even during his hour of need, he's still considerate of you.

“I– No.. nono! Minnie what are you–” You stammer. You can't tear your eyes away from his cock. He's rock hard, his tip red and seeping pre cum from his slit. His actions are desperate, hips bucking in his hand desperately.

“I'm sorry. I just woke up so horny. I couldn't–”

“Why didn't you wake me, Minnie?”

“You've been so tired lately.. You were sleeping soundly that I didn't want to wake you from your sleep.” A distinct pinch between his brows.

“How long?” You swallow. Waking up to your boyfriend jerking himself off isn't something you get to see everyday. It's natural for you to feel needy for him. Tingles of pleasure shoot down between your thighs, making you ache. 

“Half an hour…” A hint of annoyance laced in his words. He's struggling and you can tell by how desperate he sounds and looks.

“Do you need help?” 

“Yes.” 

“Tell me Minnie. What do you want?”

“Y-Your thighs…” He swallows, his outstretched neck making his adams apple visible. You watch it bob with his swallow, your cheeks flushing pink 

“My thighs?” 

“Yes. I want your thighs. Your soft, perfect thighs.”

“D-Do you like my thighs?” 

“I adore them. I love watching and feeling them shake when I hold onto them. When you wrap your legs around my head and buck your pussy against my face, I love it y/n. I love how soft they are, the perfect pillows to rest my head on.”

“M-Minnie!” You squeak. Seungmin turns on his side. He presses his chest flush against your back, his hard penis flush against your ass. He lightly trails his fingertips up your thighs, snaking his hand between your legs.

He gently pries open your legs, your foot planted on the mattress firmly, leg bent at the knees. His feather-like touch continues onto your inner thigh. You let out a small, meek squeak, soft tickles giving you goosebumps.

“I love marking your skin.” He purrs down your ear. ”Especially your inner thighs. No one can see but us and I like that. That sense of ownership and power.”  

“I didn't know that you love my thighs so much, minnie.” 

“Your thighs are a gateway to something much more tasteful. Something that I crave day in, day out.” You swallow feeling his fingertips lightly brush up and down your pussy through your cotton panties.

“This is what I love the most. Your cute, pretty pussy. How responsive it is to me, it's like it knows.” He presses his finger against your clit before stroking slow circles. You whimper softly, looking up at Seungmin.

He's hungry for you, it's evident in the way he looks at you.

“M-Minnie…” You softly moan. Your panties start to stick to your skin, pleasure slowly taking over your mind and body.

“You sound so beautiful for me.” He nudges your neck with his nose before softly kissing the skin. His hand slips under the waistband of your panties, fingertips coming back into contact with your swollen bud.

He strokes between your folds, humming in satisfaction when he feels your slick coating them nicely. He uses your slick as a form of lube to rub your clit. 

The added texture of your slick adds to the pleasure. Your hips buck, nerve endings feeling alive and on fire. Seungmin's body heat radiates onto you making you feel like you're suffocating and drowning.

“My pretty girl.” Seungmin purrs against your neck, pushing your panties down your legs. The cool air makes you shiver as it hits your sensitive pussy.

“M-Minnie… more, please.” You whisper.

“Soon baby, just, let me use your thighs first.” He gently pushes down your leg so it's on top of the other. He holds your waist gently, lining his cock between the two. He pushes his cock between your thighs, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Warm.” He shakily breathes out, pushing and pulling his hips back. His cock rubs between your thighs as well as briefly rubbing between your folds. Your slick transfers onto his length, making it easier for him to thrust.

“Shit, you're so soft.. so warm..” Seungmin peppers soft kisses along the back of your neck, his body shaking.

“M-Minnie, I–”

“So cute, so soft – fuck. I love you, y/n.” His hand travels up your night shirt to cup your breast. He massages it, occasionally playing with your nipple.

“I love you too, Minnie.” With each push, his cock nudges and rubs your clit adding to the pleasure. 

“This is what I needed – my god.. I feel so close already. I'm sorry, I don't think I'll be able to carry on much longer.”

“It's okay, Minnie. Let yourself go.” You purr.

“Just a bit longer. Want to feel your thighs some more. I love your body, y/n. I love your body so much.”

“Minnie, hush. There's nothing to love about it.” The pink tint on your cheeks slowly turns red.

“Are you kidding me? Your body is everything. It's spectacular, it's beautiful. Your body scars, curves, your texture makes you real and I fucking love it.”

“S-Shut up.” You blush, nuzzling into your pillow to hide your face. Seungmin laughs softly, his sharp canines sinking into the skin of your neck gently.

“Y/n..” You let out a muffled moan, Seungmin's cock twitching uncontrollably between your thighs. “I might..” 

You smirk, reaching down and rubbing his cockhead. He lets out a loud, throaty moan. He digs his fingers into your waist, teeth sinking deeper into your skin, threatening to pierce it.

“F-Fu– Don't stop, oh gosh.. please don't stop!” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, the burning knot in the pit of his stomach threatening to snap at any minute.

“Cum. Cum, I'm going to cum – fuck!” He bites onto your shoulder harshly, piercing the skin. His body jerks as cum shoots out onto the bed sheets and your thighs. You let out a soft whimper, feeling the warm body fluid trickle down your legs. 

Seungmin pants heavily, cock and muscles twitching and seizing with each release. He tenderly kisses your bite mark, apologizing sheepishly as his thrusts turn slow and languid, using your thighs to ride out his high.

“Sorry darling, I didn't me–” He's stopped dead in his tracks, breath hitching in his throat as his heart stops. You're looking at him with doe eyes, tears threatening to spill as a hazy look accompanied by a soft pink blush rests on your face.

“S-Seungmin.” You whimper desperately. “N-Need.. Need you. I need you so bad.”

Seungmin pushes his sweaty bangs away from his face before kneeling up and between your legs. He pushes the duvet away from you, allowing him to see you in all your glory. 

He licks his lips, eyes traveling down your hot body to your pussy. Slick coating your inner thighs, folds soaked and clit swollen. Your entrance is visibly clenching.

Seungmin glances at the clock. 3 am. The corner of his lips turn upwards into a smirk before diving between your legs.

“Happy Valentine's day to me.”

꒰ Jeongin ꒱

Jeongin really wanted ice cream. He's been craving and eating a lot of ice cream lately for some unknown reason, but it keeps him happy.

Sitting with a tub between his legs, idly bringing the spoon to his lips and licking the ice cream off the spoon as he watches his kdrama, you couldn't help but stare. It's late in the evening on valentine's day, the living area is still decorated with helium filled balloons, fake rose petals and confetti.

Cheesy valentine's cards resting on the coffee table, heart shaped box of chocolates, candles and roses to accommodate. You're both tired from the eventful day of shopping and spending money, so you both decided on having a quiet night in.

Jeongin is happily eating his strawberry flavored ice cream, occasionally laughing at his series as well as letting out the occasional sound of displeasure. You, however, struggled to maintain focus; it's hard when all you can see from the corner of your eye is Jeongin's tongue darting out and scooping up the ice cream from his spoon.

“If you keep staring at me, you're going to burn holes.” Jeongin teases. You quickly look away, blushing softly.

“Sorry.” You mumble, feeling embarrassed.

“Don't be. What are you staring at me so much anyways?”

“I wasn't!” You're quick to answer, Jeongin laughing softly. 

“Mhm. So you weren't just watching me eat ice cream? Didn't know you were so into mukbangs.”  

“I-I'm not!” You whine, feeling flustered. Jeongin raises his eyebrow.

“No?” You watch him scoop up more ice cream on his spoon and slowly licking it off. It had already started to melt so some of it dripped down his chin.

“Ops.” He says nonchalantly, scooping it up with his finger and licking it clean. You clench your jaw, shuffling in your seat. Your mind is racing with thoughts, making you feel unsettled and excited.

He places his ice cream down. “Should we try something? Something fun. Something I think you will love.”

A glimmer of mischief in his eyes. You cock your head to the side, nodding slowly. Whatever it is, you know it doesn't hold good intentions. He's a menace to your heart. You watch him walk to the freezer, grabbing the ice cube tray before walking back to you.

“Strip.”

“Innie..” You start off by saying. You stop yourself once you see him giving you that look. You whimper softly, stripping yourself off your clothing so you're just in your panties. Jeongin hums in satisfaction, popping out an ice cube and putting it in his mouth. He rolls it around his tongue, letting it melt slowly in his mouth.

He sits back down, pressing his lips against yours as soon as the ice has melted. You whimper, feeling his tongue instantly push past your lips. You shiver, the feeling of his ice cold tongue against your warm tongue making you shiver and feel things you haven't felt before.

Pleasure, need and desperate courses through your veins. You grip onto Jeongin for stability, feeling your head become hazy from the kiss. The lack of oxygen becomes apparent. You failed to notice Jeongin popping out another ice cube; it wasn't until you felt an ice cold feeling on your breasts did you pull away and squeal.

“C-Cold!” Jeongin simply hums. He trails the ice cube down the valley of your breasts and back up, sliding it around your nipple. You watch him, a trail of water being left behind from the ice cube melting too fast from the heat of your body. Water drips down the curve of your breast, falling onto your lap.

You shiver, nipples becoming perky in an instant. Jeongin licks his lips, enjoying the sight that rests upon his eyes. He continues the torture with the cube, letting it glide over and over your sensitive nipple.

Water droplets travel between your breast and stomach, dipping at your belly button before stopping just above the waistband of your panties. Whilst Jeongin uses the cube to tease your nipple, he dips his head low to capture the neglected one between his teeth.

He gently nibbles on it, tugging it gently before kitten licking it. He suckles on the bud, laying his tongue flat to lick long strips. You tangle your fingers in his hair, letting out soft moans in the form of his name. 

He gently grabs your thighs, pulling you down on the sofa so your back is against the arm rest. Your legs spread wide apart which allows Jeongin to see your growing wet patch in your cotton panties.

Keeping his eyes locked onto your, he presses his finger against the wet material which makes your hips buck.

“Warm and wet. Shall we change that?” He hums. He pulls down your panties, discarding them onto the floor. Grabbing a cube, he trails it across your lower stomach and pubic area. The ice cube melts instantly, water dripping down your folds.

“I-Innie….” You shakily moan out, feeling overwhelmed by the experience. With a new ice cube, he teasingly rubs it over your clit. You buck your hips, groaning softly as it instantly melts. The water trickles down your pussy mixing with your slick.

“I-I can't… Please Innie..” You whimper, eyes glossy. Your bottom lip is swollen and kiss bitten. Your body is shivering and hot. The stark contrast of hot and cold is a new feeling for you, especially in the context that it's being used in as of now.

“Please what?” He hums.

“Please stop teasing me.” You beg. He hums softly, thinking for a second and shrugging.

“Okay. I guess it is Valentine's Day so you do deserve some loving.” He buries himself between your legs but not before suckling on a few ice cubes.

Your eyes widen and hips instantly buck against his face. His cold tongue lays flat on your sensitive clit, short and fast licks sending shockwaves of pleasure up and down your spine.

Your toes curl against the material of the sofa, hands shakily reaching down to tangle in his hair. You moan his name like a mantra, his cold mouth working its magic on your pussy.

He licks at your entrance like a starved man, moaning at your taste and scent. He pushes you flush against his face, wanting to be buried in your cunt more. His eyes flicker up at you, smirking when he sees your fucked out face.

“I hope you're prepared for a long night, baby. We still have another tray full of ice cubes.”

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[chaenniz]

say my name! - hong eunchae

A/N ;; this is so self indulgent of me but like … ANYWAY was listening to this yk 😇

genre ;; fluff

wc ;; 1.7k

the kitchen buzzed with excitement as you and eunchae prepared to bake cookies together while the unnie’s were away for schedules.

flour coated the countertops and the scent of vanilla filled the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and anticipation.

eunchae's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "i've been wanting to try this recipe for ages. It's going to be amazing, y/n-unnie."

you smiled at her enthusiasm. you felt your stomach being twisted into knots and you didn’t know what was causing your stomach feel like it was doing somersaults.

“yah, i told you not to call me that, i’m only two months older you. you make me feel old.” you wrinkle your nose as you pout.

as you mixed the ingredients, your hands trembled slightly, in contrast to your usually stoic appearance. you stole glances at eunchae, watching her expertly handle the dough, unaware of the emotions swirling within you.

she grinned, a smudge of flour on her cheek. "oops, got a little messy there. guess we're in this together, huh?"

you chuckled, your voice tinged with unknown affection. "yeah, we make quite the team."

while the cookies baked, you took a moment to admire eunchae's infectious laughter and the way her eyes lit up when she talked about the different things she wanted to do in leniverse.

finally, the cookies were ready. as you placed them on a cooling rack, eunchae's eyes gleamed with delight. "they look so tasty, let's try one!”

you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. "sure."

she took a bite, savoring the taste, her eyes shining with joy. “mm, these are so good! we’re amazing bakers, y/n."

you couldn't help but blush, the praise from eunchae warming your heart. gosh, why were you so flustered today?

as the crumbs settled and the kitchen quieted, you wondered what was making your stomach turn, and heart beat faster? making you had eaten something bad earlier. yes, surely that was the answer.

eunchae's room was bathed in warm, soft light as she and y/n settled down to study. the shelves were lined with books of various subjects, creating an atmosphere that was both cozy and intellectually stimulating.

you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest as you sat across from eunchae at her desk. you admired the way her eyes sparkled with determination, her fingers gently flipping through the pages of her textbook.

there was an air of focus around her that drew you in, making it hard to concentrate on your own studies.

as you both delved into your assignments, your mind kept drifting to eunchae.

you couldn't help but steal glances at her, captivated by the way her brows furrowed in concentration or the way her lips pursed in thought.

it was in those moments that your heart skipped a beat, yet you remained oblivious to the true nature of your feelings.

eunchae looked up from her notes, catching your gaze, and smiled softly. "are you having trouble focusing, y/n-nie?"

you blinked, caught off guard by her question. you blushed slightly, trying to hide your distraction. "oh, no, not at all. just lost in thought for a moment. sorry about that."

eunchae chuckled, her laughter filling the room with warmth. "it's alright. sometimes studying can be a little overwhelming. but we're in this together, so let's help each other stay focused, okay?"

your heart skipped a beat at her words, feeling a surge of gratitude for her presence. you nodded eagerly, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "yeah, definitely. thank you, eunchae-ah.”

the two of you kept going at this pace for while, the evening sun casting a golden glow through the window. you both hear a knock on the door before sakura’s head timidly pops out through the open door.

“are you guys ready to eat?” sakura asks, signalling the end of your shared study session.

eunchae excitedly closes her textbook, an action you find unnecessarily cute, you can’t help but giggle.

eunchae’s gaze meets yours, narrowing playfully, “yah, it’s natural to get hungry after studying that much.”

you simply nodded at her, trying to containing your small fit of giggles. eunchae can’t help but start to laugh herself too.

after regaining your composures, eunchae calls for you again, “come on y/n-nie, the food’s gonna get cold!”

a small blush spreads itself across your cheeks, “okay, eunchae-ah.”

eunchae was only saying your name, but how was she able to say it so beautifully?

you, eunchae, and yunjin wandering through the bustling shopping district, enjoying the sights and sounds of the lively atmosphere. you all tried on clothes, shared snacks, and laughed together.

as your group stepped into a charming boutique, eunchae excused herself to browse the accessories section.

yunjin wastes no time and seized the opportunity to engage you in a quiet conversation.

"y/n, can i ask you something?" yunjin's eyes twinkled mischievously.

you nodded, your attention piqued. "sure, unnie. what's on your mind?"

yunjin leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "do you ever feel... something special when you're around eunchae?"

your brows furrowed, perplexed by the question. you haven’t given much thought to your feelings for eunchae, and the idea caught them off guard. you chuckled nervously, thankful for the mask and hat you were wearing because you were sure you were blushing at this point.

"come on, unnie. eunchae and i are just friends. we have a great time together, but it's nothing more than that.”

yunjin tilted her head, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "oh, i see. well, friends can feel something special too, you know. sometimes, it's more than what meets the eye."

you shrugged, brushing off yunjin’s remark. "nah, we're just really close. like best friends, you know? besides, eunchae is really amazing, but i don't think i have any romantic feelings for her."

yunjin's smile widened, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “just remember, y/n, feelings can be tricky. sometimes, we don't realize what's in our hearts until someone points it out."

you laughed, playfully nudging yunjin's arm. "you're such a romantic, unnie. always looking for hidden meanings."

yunjin winked and nudged them back. "maybe i am. but just keep an open mind, okay? you never know what surprises the heart may hold."

before you could respond, eunchae rejoined you two, her arms filled with cute accessories she had picked out.

the conversation drifted to lighter topics, and you couldn't help but steal glances at eunchae, admiring her infectious smile and the way she effortlessly lit up her surroundings.

eunchae gently shoved an intricately detailed, silver ring towards you.

"y/n-nie, you have to try this one. it matches your style perfectly!" eunchae exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine excitement.

caught off guard by eunchae's suggestion, you hesitated for a moment. nonetheless, your curiosity got the best of you, and you held out your hand, allowing eunchae to gently slide the ring onto your finger.

as your finger adorned the delicate silver band, a strange sensation washed over you. your heart skipped a beat, and a rush of warmth coursed through your veins.

“it looks so good on you, y/n-nie.” eunchae said.

you stared at your hand, your mind in a whirlwind of confusion. you couldn't understand why something as simple as trying on a ring she put on for you and eunchae saying your name could evoke such a profound reaction. yunjin stood off to the side, smirking, watching the cute scene unfold before her eyes.

your gaze shifted from the ring to eunchae, who was watching them intently, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of curiosity and something else, something you couldn't quite place.

"wow, eunchae-ah, it's beautiful," you finally managed to say, your voice filled with a touch of wonder.

eunchae's smile widened, a hint of playfulness dancing in her eyes. "i’m glad you like it, y/n, i instantly thought of you when i saw it.”

your heart fluttered at eunchae’s words. eunchae’s voice had called your name again. what was this feeling that kept appearing whenever she said your name? was yunjin trying to tell you something you didn’t know yourself?

before you could think any further, eunchae drags you to a section where there were even more jewelry.

the days passed like pages turning in a book, each one filled with moments shared between you and eunchae.

as you spent time together, you couldn't help but notice the way she said your name, like a gentle caress that lingered in the air.

it became a secret pleasure, an endearing habit that sent a flutter through your heart.

you were currently rehearsing for your group’s latest comeback, the six of you gathered once again in the all-too familiar dance room.

“let’s take a 10 minute water break!” chaewon called.

you make your way over to the water fountain, silently observing eunchae and the others.

drinking your water, you were deep in thought.

it began innocently enough, during your conversations when you were studying together or while grabbing lunch with the rest of your unnies.

eunchae would sprinkle your name into her sentences, a sweet melody that resonated with you.

you found yourself cherishing those moments, replaying them in your mind long after they happened.

each time eunchae said your name, it was as if she was carving a special place for you in her world, a place where you belonged.

you took notice of the way your name danced on her lips, like a cherished secret she couldn't help but share. the affectionate way she said it, with a hint of warmth and familiarity, made your heart skip a beat.

it became a game, a silent anticipation that kept you on your toes. and every time she did, your heart would swell with a mix of joy and longing.

in the quiet of your own thoughts, you admitted to yourself that you liked it—no, you loved it.

you loved the way eunchae called your name, how it made you feel special and seen.

you were going to make sure you thank yunjin later, because you never would have found out just how much you liked the way eunchae said your name.

A/N ;: part two? maybeee…

[magicpotatoobsession]

GIVEN | Hiiragi Mix Thoughts Part 1

So I haven't been super active on this blog not because I don't love Given anymore, but any ounce of brain energy dedicated to Given means I have to feel the agony of waiting for the two movies to release. BUT ALAS the time has come because @aarinfantasy is the GOAT thank you thank you thank you~~~ Spoilers and screenshots below the cut 👇👇👇

GENERAL NOTES:

How can Mafuyu be animated even cuter than before? Like I don't even know how but how can he look even more adorable???!!

I love the intentional placement of sound and music in Hiiragi mix, moments of silence are so effective in highlighting tension, awkwardness, release, nervousness. Like even 1 minute into the movie, you hear the boys breathing as Uenoyama is tuning the guitar and Mafuyu is sitting beside him. It's those little details that show the atmosphere between characters perfectly.

I like the balance of Hiiragi/Shizu's storyline and Mafuyama's storyline, it's following the manga closely and shows the complexity and intertwining of their stories. It's a good way to juxtapose the different struggles between the two couples and what they needed from each other to overcome their miscommunication! I think the team took feedback from the Given Movie 1 2020 and OVA broken up into two parts when it should have worked better as one longer movie.

I saw on reddit I think that Hiiragi's VA is still relatively new to the industry but I saw a HUGE improvement in his voice acting in this movie, the range he gave to Hiiragi is amazing!

SCENE REACTIONS

This scene was so funny I CACKLED Uenoyama and Hiiragi with their catty energy I LOVE THEM

2. I fell off my couch at this scene HHAHAHA

While Uenoyama's face is funnier in the manga, something about the animated rocket launch from earth JUST GETS ME HAHHAHA. Ok serious talk though how did I not notice that when Uenoyama got confessed to and when Haruki told him he's about to debut, his brain turns into astronaut footage? I think it's a very smart way to illustrate that for Ue, music = love and one cannot exist without the other.

3. OMG Uenoyama's face HAHAH awww man I know he's bummed as hell at Mafuyu's "I'll think about it later" (to the debut proposal) but his face, Ueki and Itaya's faces send me straight to heaven

You know how Ue feels? Our munchkin cat feels like he just proposed to his lover and his lover said, hmnnn I'll think about it. 😭 Chemical, emotional, physical, psychological damage right here>>>

4. The voice acting here from Hiiragi's VA Fumiya Imai SLAPS SO HARD

It's definitely giving deja vu, similar energy to Uenoyama panicking about Mafuyu, gosh I love Hiiragi and Uenoyama's baby gay panics it's so cute.

5. Kageyama is that you?!

6. The sound design and use of silence in this entire scene....incredible, showstopping, amazing, impactful yes yes yes

7. This scene animating Shizu's flashback to childhood was really well done.

It's interesting that in the movie they didn't speak too much about Shizu being transferred from foster home to foster home, or what he had to do to get by. But also, in the manga, I'm pretty sure that they didn't have this scene of a child Shizu closing his hands over "precious stone" but I think it absolutely elevated my connection to Shizu as a character. It really shows that he believes he has been selfishly holding Hiiragi back and that he has been trapping Hiiragi all this time. It gives so much more context to what he did next which if it wasn't clear already, he tried to push Hiiragi away in order to free Hiiragi from him. 8. HOLY SHIT wow goddamn I would not want to live where Akihiko is living oh my 💀💀💀

Watching this scene animated with the noise of the highway really highlights how bad Akihiko's living conditions are. I flagged this because in the Given Manga sequel 10th mix [SPOILER AHEAD], there is this whole thing of Akiharu's disparity with their living conditions so....this is interesting....just putting it out there.....

I also don't remember this scene in the manga, but I really appreciate it, it shows the contrast of Akiharu in the first Given movie vs. this one and how their love and care for each other has evolved! Very cute! I'll make a part 2 soon!

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