*:・゚✧. *:・゚✧.
*:・゚✧. *:・゚✧.
Haechan’s rings always look so pretty on his fingers. The different intricately designed silver bands on both his left and right hands just look so good against his skin. You’d been daydreaming about holding hands with him (or his fingers trailing down your bare stomach-).
It was becoming a problem, since you were getting incredibly distracted by his hands holding the red solo cup.
He caught your eye from across the crowd, raising his eyebrows to greet you from afar. You wave back at Haechan, watching him start squeezing past people to get to where you were standing.
“Hey.” His voice puts you at ease every time and you reply back with a “hey” as well.
“Wanna get out of here?” Haechan asks you. “We can take a walk together, if you want.”
You nod, smiling at him as he gestures with two fingers for you to follow him out.
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The two of you walked around the block until you reached a local food chain, opting to sit on the side of the empty parking lot.
The cool wind felt nice against your skin, and you turn your head to face Haechan, who was already looking at you.
You flushed at seeing his gaze on you, his soft smile growing bigger before he started talking.
“Anyway I started watching this new show..”
-
Haechan’s hands rested on his lap, palms facing upwards towards the night sky. Again, your attention was drawn to the rings adorning his hands. The simple silver band on his left index finger, the delicate ring shaped to look like a rounded nail on his ring finger, and your favorite: the pretty braided metal on his right index finger.
“Everything ok?” He asks you, noticing you hadn’t responded to his question about the show.
Feeling bold for once, you muster the courage to drag your index finger over one of the pretty silver rings adorning his knuckle.
“Sorry, I got distracted by your rings.” You mutter. You let the pad of your fingertips brush against his palm as well, feeling how soft his hands were.
“It’s o-ok. My little cousins are always asking if I’m m-married. So annoying.”
You look up at him, taking in the sight of Haechan’s attempt at being nonchalant, his reddening ears giving him away. You smile softly, bringing your attention back to his hands.
“They’re so pretty.”
Haechan lets out a soft breath when you pull your hand away, hoping you didn’t pick it up.
“Y-you know, my chain is also really nice..” He trails off, never taking his eyes off of you.
You beam at him, secretly enjoying seeing this flustered version of Haechan.
*:・゚✧. *:・゚✧.
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Steddie x female!reader thought 18+ only
Eddie blinks his eyes a couple of times to make sure he is actually seeing what he is seeing. He must be living in a nightmare.
You're laying back on one of the pool loungers. One leg dangling over the edge keeping your foot on the warm cement ground, the other spread over Steve's lap as he absently rubs his hand up and down it while he bitches to you about something from work. Your hand rubs up and down Steve's back in comfort. But that isn't the nightmare.
Your bright red bikini bottoms covering enough, but with your legs spread a bit more skin is shown then intended. Spread in such a way that makes Eddie want to just dive in. Get on his knees and worship you, rub his face over your mound as he licks and nips and sucks. Moan as the curly thatch of hair brushes against his face.
Except the curls of hair he is expecting to see peeking around your bikini are gone. Just smooth bare skin. And that isn't the only nightmare. Steve's chest is smooth like when he was in school on the swim team. Not a speck of that beautiful chest hair Eddie would curl into after getting hot and heavy. Not a single curl of the "love rug" he jokingly called it.
Eddie wants to weep. To throw himself down like a little kid and thrash his arms and legs around. Yeah, it's your body and you can do what you want, but he still is sad its gone. Eddie doesn't like change, and suddenly walking in to see both of his partners change something without any warning? Uncomfortable. It makes Eddie feel itchy.
Eddie can barely speak as he walks over and sits next to Steve. He doesn't respond to Steve's warm greeting. Doesn't respond to you asking how the day is. Just stares with big wet eyes at the sight in front of him. A pout on his lips.
A warm hand lands on his shoulder, gently squeezing. Steve's brow furrowed in concern, your wide eyes blinking at him.
"Shaved?" Eddie asks in a quiet voice, eyes darting to Steve's chest and then your clothed pussy. Steve lets out a huff of laughter, "Fuck, thought something was wrong man." Eddie glares," It is."
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