#hui reaction

[watcherwatts]

MY JAW DROPPED. AN AUDIBLE GASP. THIS IS INSANE. KE HUY QUAN....AHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALSO, KE HUY QUAN ON DISH GRANTED WHEN ???

[spicyliumang]

THE QUEEN HAS ARRIVED

[iloveyouitisruiningmylife]

it wasn't low bp it was low blood sugar lol

[we-survive-endlessly]

HUI THE LIFTING OF THE SHIRT WAS NOT NECESSARY OH MY GOD

[blu-joons]

When He Forgets Your Birthday ~ Pentagon Reaction

Jinho:

You could see the smile on Jinho’s face dropping as soon as he watched you walk in from work with several present bags from your colleagues in your hand.

“Oh,” Jinho whispered, with the penny dropping straight away as he read the print that was on the bags, scratching nervously over the top of his head, “Y/N, I don’t even know what to say.”

“It’s fine,” you replied, although your voice let you know that it was far from fine for you.

You placed the bags down, hearing Jinho stand up from the sofa. “I’ve bee so busy with work that I completely forgot what day it was today, time’s just ran away.”

“I don’t need to hear any excuses Jinho,” you told him, turning around to face him. “Luckily the guys at the office gave me a great day at work to celebrate my birthday.”

“There’s still a couple of hours left in the day today.”

Your head shook as Jinho tried to dig himself out of the hole he’d dug himself. “I’m not interested, my birthday has been and gone now I’m home.”

“I promise that I’ll make this up to you,” Jinho called out to you.

“You’ve got a lot of making up to do.”

Hui:

Your head shook as you arrived home to see decorations up around your apartment, with a pile of presents stacked up on the coffee table from Hoetaek.

“Happy birthday,” he weakly smiled as you walked in, watching as you took in Hoetaek’s attempts to make up for the fact that he had missed your birthday that morning. “What do you reckon?”

“How long did it take you to put this together?” You quizzed, knowing how last minute it was.

Hoetaek walked slowly into the room as you sat down in front of your presents. “Not too long, I did actually have your presents bought a few weeks ago.”

“You just somehow managed to forget the actual day of my birthday then?” You asked as you picked the first of the gifts up whilst Hoetaek sat down too.

“I didn’t forget, it just slipped my mind.”

Your eyes rolled as Hoetaek tried to put a positive spin on things. “You can put it how you want, but this doesn’t mean that I’ll just forget.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to either,” Hoetaek assured you.

“It does make my day a little better though.”

Hongseok:

A loud shriek came from you as you walked into your apartment to several people cheering, looking around to see the place completely packed out.

“What do you reckon?” Hongseok asked as he walked over to you in between the crowd, throwing his arm around your shoulders to pull you in.

“When did you plan all of this?” You asked in reply, shaking your head in disbelief.

A chuckle came from Hongseok at the expression on your face, “it’s been planned for a few weeks but I don’t know how I managed to keep it quiet.”

“I thought you’d forgotten,” you whispered, having spent all day with Hongseok with not a single mention of your birthday, despite the hints you dropped.

“I would never, ever, forget your birthday.”

Your hand hit gently against Hongseok’s chest, “I can’t believe you pranked me, I was ready to come home and ignore you tonight.”

“You can’t sleep, you’ve got a party to attend,” Hongseok teased.

“This could be the best birthday ever.”

Shinwon:

Your smile was wide as Jinho and Yuto both walked towards you, handing two cards across to you as soon as you walked into the studio behind Shinwon.

“Happy birthday,” Yuto grinned as you tore open the card that he gave you, flickering your eyes across to look at Shinwon who was stood just beside you.

“Yeah, happy birthday,” Hongseok added, almost as if he was driving the knife in.

You could see the realisation in Shinwon’s face, watching his hand scratch over the top of his head. “Are you alright?” Wooseok asked him, noticing his face.

“Y-yeah,” Shinwon stuttered, although as he looked to you, he was far from fine. “I completely forgot,” he whispered so that none of the others could hear.

“I already figured that one out this morning.”

A sigh came from Shinwon, “I don’t even know what to say right now, even the guys remembered and somehow I forgot Y/N.”

“I don’t know what to say either,” you admitted with a shrug.

“I’ll fix this, I promise.”

Yeo One:

A sigh came from you as you noticed Changgu hovering around as you packed up your bag ready to head out to work and try and make the most of your day.

“When will you be home?” Changgu asked, his voice quiet as he tried to get a response from you without upsetting you even more than he already had done.

“I don’t know, I think I might see a few of the others at work,” you calmly replied.

Changgu’s head nodded, not surprised by the fact that you would probably be home late. “Have you got plans with some of your colleagues to celebrate?”

“Yeah, at least they remembered,” you told him, unable to stop yourself from getting a dig in, “at least I’ve got something to do to celebrate, right?”

“Your friends are always so good to you Y/N.”

You quickly nodded in agreement with Changgu, “it’s nice that they remember things about me, things that maybe a boyfriend should.”

“I probably deserved that, didn’t I?” Changgu shrugged back to you.

“Yeah, I think you probably did.”

Yan An:

Your head shook as you arrived home, you knew exactly what Yan An would have been up to during the day, and what you saw definitely didn’t disappoint.

“Happy birthday,” he laughed as he saw that you had arrived home, hoping to see a smile form on your face too, only to be left by a look of disappointment and sadness.

“Do you think all of this makes up for the fact that you forgot?” You honestly asked him.

Yan An’s head shook as he realised that he was still in a bit of a hole with you. “I’m trying here Y/N, surely you can at least try and appreciate that much from me.”

“I know,” you sighed, taking a good look around the room, “maybe it’s me, maybe the thought is just lingering in the back of my mind looking at this.”

“Can you try and forget? Just for today at least.”

Your head nodded slowly back at him, “I’d like to at least try and enjoy the rest of my birthday and maybe talk about this tomorrow.”

“I’ve put a lot of effort into this,” Yan An tried to get you to see.

“I can tell, it looks good.”

Yuto:

As your phone buzzed yet again, Yuto’s eyes stared across at you, almost irritated that your breakfast was being interrupted again by notifications.

“What on earth has been going on with you this morning?” Yuto quizzed, resting his head into his hand. “Have you got some problem at the office that is making your phone pop?”

“Not quite, I’m just replying to a few friends and family,” you subtly explained to Yuto.

His brows knitted together as he still struggled to figure out what was going on with you. “Why are they all messaging you at seven in the morning?” He added.

“Really?” You asked him, almost in disbelief. “Sorry to get in the way Yuto, I’m just replying to the people who have remembered that it’s your birthday.”

“Your birthday? Of course, I know that’s today.”

Your head shook straight away at how panicked Yuto sounded. “Don’t even try and pretend, you’ve forgotten my birthday, haven’t you?”

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Yuto hastily told you in an attempt to lessen the damage.

“I can’t even believe you right now.”

Kino:

The day was as usual for Hyunggu as he arrived at work, taking a seat with the rest of the boys as they began to prepare for another day of rehearsals.

“Did you spoil Y/N this morning?” Hongseok asked as Hyunggu sat down beside him, “I did send her a text this morning to wish her a happy birthday, but she's not replied to me yet."

“Happy birthday?” Hyunggu asked him in surprise, looking around at the other members.

Hongseok nodded, as did several of the other boys too. “I haven’t got the wrong day, have I? Y/B/N is Y/N’s birthday, isn’t it?” Hongseok quizzed, looking around too.

“Yeah, it’s definitely Y/N’s birthday today,” Changgu agreed, watching the expression on Hyunggu’s face drop the more the realisation began to sink in for him.

“Have you forgotten Y/N’s birthday Hyunggu?”

His eyes looked around in panic, “I really need your help,” he asked of the other members, trying his best not to get too flustered.

“How could you ever forget Y/N’s birthday?” Yuto asked him in surprise.

“I don’t know how this has happened.”

Wooseok:

You hung back from Wooseok as he began to walk upstairs to bed, with you following behind, making sure that there was some distance between you.

“I’m sorry again,” Wooseok told you once he reached the top of the stairs, turning around to watch you walk up the final couple, keeping your eyes looking down away from Wooseok.

“I get it,” you replied, stepping to your left as you began to head to the spare bedroom.

Wooseok knew it was coming, but it didn’t stop him from feeling guilty still. “Are you sure that you don’t want to sleep in our bedroom? The spare room isn’t great Y/N.”

“I just want to sleep alone,” you replied, carrying on walking to the left. “I might as well just to finish off what’s been the worst possible birthday that I could have had.”

“I told you that I’d try and fix this Y/N, and I will.”

Your eyes finally looked across at Wooseok, “you can try and fix this, but that doesn’t change the fact that you ultimately forgot my birthday.”

“I’m sorry it’s been so bad,” Wooseok told you as you opened the door.

“Bad doesn’t even come close I’m afraid.”

---

Masterlist

[lilrowantree]

Season Three Reactions:

Amber: "Where's the medallion?"

Nienke: "Don't worry, it's somewhere safe. Victor won't find it."

*two seconds in the episode later*

Victor: *immediately finds medallion with the stone*

[multiphandomunnies]

pentagon

reactions

accidentally seeing their gf naked

found out the wrong way social media au intros

found out the wrong way part one

found out the wrong way part two

found out the wrong way part three

found out the front way part four

s.o getting shy when they kiss

imagines

jinho

hongseok

flustered

hui

e’dawn

365 so stress

how cute

shinwon

yeo one

yanan

too much effort

kino

yuto

something special (*M*)

technology free

lovers night

wooseok

give it a rest

[lucreziaborgiagf]

boys planet aka hui debuts as a soloist when everyone else realises they’re competing against him and drops out

[bomnun]

hui’s dad listening to and commenting on penbamra while a boys planet episode was airing is still top 10 ptg moments of 2023

[kpoplrcfiles]

[Single] Hui (후이) - Whale

[Single] Hui (후이) - Whale Release Date:  2023.07.18 Genre: Electronica Language: Korean Track List: 01. Whale Download .lrc file here:

후이 (펜타곤) – WhaleRelease Date:  2023.07.18Genre: ElectronicaLanguage: Korean Track List:01. WhaleDownload .lrc file here:Link 1

[tyunniez]

sugar

oc x bttm m reader // smut

" my, look at you~ " your eyes flickered up to gaze into ji woon's eyes. " xin hui made a real mess of you, huh? " the teasing tone in his voice made your tip stickier than it already was.

seeing you tied up, a vibrator shoved up your ass with your own underwear stuffed inside your mouth was certainly a sight to see.

he slowly approached you while loosening up his tie, a hungry look in his eyes.

a low moan escaped your mouth as he dragged his finger down your exposed cock, making sure to run his finger nice and slow to feel all the veins around it.

" i wonder how many times have you cum, yn? by the looks of it not that much hm.. " what he said was indeed true.

xin hui being the fucking sadist he is decided not to let you cum even once, ripping away that sweet sweet release as soon as you were nearing it.

" poor baby, don't worry i'll help you, okay? " ji woon grinned while slowly stroking your cock. a choked grunt muffled from your mouth, tears brimming your eyes as you could feel your release soon.

" ah-ah, not now though. let's see how long you could last, sugar. " ji woon ripped his hand away from your aching cock, a look of betrayal clear in your eye. since when did this bastard become a sadist too?!

ji woon ran his hand all over your thigh, purposely caressing your inner thigh to get a reaction out of you. meanwhile, his other hand toyed around with your hard nipple, mouthing and sucking on the other one.

" mmh yn.. come on, cum already... " he whined while sucking on your adam's apple. his hand that was roaming your thigh now held onto the vibrator, pushing it in and out of you slowly.

this caused your pupils to go wide. a loud muffled moan flew past your mouth as you tried to close your legs, which failed knowing that ji woon was literally between them.

he started slowly, dragging the silicone toy in and out of you. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you try to process the amount of stimulation you are receiving.

ji woon however got impatient and immediately sped up with no warning whatsoever, shoving the toy inside your abused hole before pulling it out only to shove it back in again.

strings of moans and whines muffled in your mouth as you try to beg ji woon to slow down. he on the other hand only sped up, seemingly desperate to see you cum untouched.

you feel the coil in your stomach about to break as your thigh began shaking. " that's right, cum for me yeah? " ji woon whispered into your ear, trailing kisses down to your chest.

you shut your eyes as your cum shot out of your cock, loads after loads coming out seeing as if there was no end to it. you bucked your hip as a way to ride out your high, the orgasm itself so intense causing tears to come streaming down.

" look at you, cumming untouched. how cute~ " he teased while lapping up some of the cum that landed on your stomach which led to him sucking the one on your cock.

the sheer overstimulation made you almost pass out but not before a harsh slap to your thigh woke you up.

" hey now, we're not done yet! "

this is absolutely filthy my gawd. btw the two oc (ji woon n xin hui) are actually from a fic i made a long time ago. should i post it here lolz?

[we-survive-endlessly]

Is that the same dude that played god in Taeyong’s Shalala???

[blu-joons]

When The Other Members Tease Him Because Of A Hickey ~ Pentagon Reaction

Jinho:

The snigger that came from his left had Jinho’s head turning straight away, catching the smirk that was plastered on Wooseok’s face.

“I really wish that I could tell you that you’ve got something on your neck, but it’s too funny,” Wooseok told him with his smile growing.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Jinho asked him, left unsurprised when Wooseok’s head nodded back at him. “Stop smiling like that, it was only an accident anyway.”

Wooseok held his hands up innocently, “you’re supposed to set an example to all of us.”

Jinho pushed gently against his arm, “maybe my lesson to you can be stop being so single and boring then maybe you can have enough fun to leave a bruise on your neck.”

“You can pretend that you don’t care, but I know that you do,” Wooseok told him, “you’re annoyed and embarrassed right now.”

“Just…let’s talk about something else,” Jinho tried to tell him, “I’m not sitting here entertaining your smug smile any longer.”

“Really? Because I was only just getting started.”

Hui:

His eyes looked across as a hand started messing with the collar of his shirt, looking inquisitively to what Hyunggu was doing by his side.

“Are you aware of this?” Hyunggu asked him, tapping against Hoetaek’s neck, only to see a genuine look of confusion staring back at him.

“See what?” Hoetaek asked, only to wish that he didn’t as Hyunggu turned him around and showed him what he had seen on Hoetaek’s neck as soon as he saw him.

A chuckle came from Hyunggu as Hoetaek realised, “are you really telling me that you had no idea?”

“I was running late this morning,” Hoetaek rushed, quickly beginning to panic, “I didn’t even look in the mirror this morning, just fixed my hair when I was running downstairs.”

“How?” Hyunggu asked him in disbelief, “does it not hurt? If I hit your neck, will I not hurt you if I catch over your bruise?”

“Try it and see what happens,” Hoetaek warned him, with Hyunggu quickly backing away. “You’ve got to help me try and hide it.”

“No way, this is well and truly your mess.”

Hongseok:

He didn’t quite know where to look, feeling Yuto’s eyes on him as soon as soon as he sat down, fearing what would be said as he looked at him.

“I thought it was wildlife outside last night the noise that was being made,” Yuto began, “but now I realise that it was humans instead.”

“I’m sorry,” Hongseok sighed, shyly looking away from Yuto’s eyeline. “I didn’t quite realise how loud the two of us were being until it was all a little bit too late.”

Yuto’s head shook as he stared at Hongseok’s neck, “at least it seemed like it was worth it for you.”

The corners of Hongseok’s mouth couldn’t help but turn up, “it was a pretty good night,” he admitted, catching Yuto’s eyes rolling out of the corner of his eyeline.

“Well, at least I’m not the one walking around with a hickey on my neck today,” Yuto smiled, “I’d rather be tired than this.”

“It’s not great, is it?” Hongseok sighed, knowing that the mark was slightly worse than he anticipated, “is it that obvious?”

“I mean, I wish you luck trying to cover it.”

Shinwon:

A smile appeared on Shinwon’s face as Changgu came towards him, drawn straight away to the bruise that was clear on his neck.

“What happened?” Changgu asked as he tapped over the spot, keen to know what Shinwon had managed to do to hurt himself.

“I slipped and fell in the shower last night,” Shinwon explained, his voice wavering slightly. “Took a bit of a knock against the side of the sink as I came down.”

Changgu’s eyes widened at his response, “has anyone ever told you that you’re a terrible liar?”

The smile on Shinwon’s face very quickly shrunk in size. “Is it really that obvious?” He quizzed Changgu, letting go of a sigh when his head immediately nodded back at him.

“I saw it before I saw anything else on you,” Changgu informed him, placing a sympathetic hand against his shoulder.

“Can you help me try and hide it?” Shinwon asked him, “surely there’s got to be something around here somewhere to use.”

“I think you’re a little bit too hopeful there.”

Yeo One:

He knew what was coming as soon as he walked into the room, hearing mumbles and sniggers come from every direction around the dressing room.

“Is Y/N aware that she’s marked her territory?” Hongseok asked him with a smile on his face, “are you aware everyone knows your hers?”

“Go on, laugh about it,” Changgu encouraged, wanting for them to get it all out of their system, “it’s hardly as if this happened on purpose, it was just an accident.”

The boys’ eyes all went wide, “at no point did it cross your mind that this might have happened?”

Changgu’s head shook in reply to Hongseok, “you’d all know if you had partners, but when you get lost in the moment it’s pretty difficult to remember any of what’s going on.”

“Don’t insult us to make you feel better,” Hongseok chuckled, “you’re the one walking around with a giant red bruise now.”

“Don’t remind me,” Changgu asked of him as he sat down, “I’ve not even faced any managers yet, then everything will go wrong.”

“You’re going to be in huge trouble for this.”

Yan An:

His body tensed up as soon as he felt Jinho moving around him, knowing exactly what it was that he was hinting at, wanting to push him away.

“You might need a darker foundation today,” Jinho jokingly told the makeup artist, “someone decided to give you more work to do.”

“Can you go away?” Yanan scolded, shooting a glare across at Jinho who strolled around his makeup chair. “You’re not helping anyone by being here don’t you know?”

Jinho shrugged in reply to himself, “I’m helping myself, watching this is fascinating stuff for me?”

Yanan’s eyes rolled in disbelief at how smug Jinho was. “As the eldest aren’t you supposed to help us in these situations, not walking around with an expression that I want to punch?”

“If you punch me, I’d probably have a similar bruise to you,” Jinho sniggered, “people might think that we’re twins.”

“Leave me alone,” Yanan cried out, frustrated that Jinho had an answer for everything, “your face is hard work for the makeup team too.”

“It’s still nowhere near as bad as your neck though.”

Yuto:

His shoulders dropped as the laughter picked up as soon as Yuto walked into the studio, carrying the elephant in the room on his shoulders.

“Do we need to ask you whether you enjoyed your night with Y/N?” Yanan asked him, “or shall we just let your neck do the talking for you?”

“We might have gotten a little carried away,” Yuto replied, with the other members scoffing, easily being able to tell just how much of an understatement that was from him.

Yanan couldn’t stop himself from taking a closer look, “Y/N really knows what she’s doing, right?”

“Hey,” Yuto sighed, hitting against Yanan’s chest. “I don’t mind you guys making fun out of me, but not Y/N,” he warned them all, quickly putting his boundaries down.

“It seems like Y/N can stand up for herself,” Yanan teased once again anyway, jumping back before Yuto could strike.

“She has no idea that she’s done this, and I’d like for it to stay that way,” Yuto asked, but heads shook all over the place.

“How do you ever expect us to keep this quiet?”

Kino:

Hurried hands tried to change Hyunggu’s shirt, doing so as a gasp came from beside him, not quite being sharp enough for Shinwon to miss.

“Looks like someone was busy last night,” Shinwon smirked, pulling Hyunggu’s collar down to check that he had seen what he thought he saw.

“Stop, I don’t want the others seeing,” Hyunggu panicked, readjusting the collar on his shirt to make sure that it covered as much of his neck as possible from the others.

Shinwon’s head shook in disbelief back at him, “did you forget that we had meetings all day today?”

Hyunggu’s head nodded in reply, “I completely lost track of the days, maybe that’s just what Y/N does to me. If I wear it like this, you can’t see anything on my neck anyway, can you?”

“No,” Shinwon told him, watching Hyunggu’s smile grow, “but, you do look like a right idiot wearing your shirt like that.”

“No,” Hyunggu groaned, his smile quickly dropping as he moved his collar around again. “Can’t you help me look normal Shinwon?”

“I can’t magic hickeys off I’m afraid Hyunggu.”

Wooseok:

The sound of Hoetaek laughing greeted Wooseok as soon as he walked into the dressing room, catching what was on his neck straight away.

“What do you call that shade of red?” Hoetaek asked him, tapping against his neck, “it’s the same colour that I want for my new phone case.”

“Shut up,” Wooseok scolded, knowing exactly what it was that Hoetaek was on about. “I’ve tried to cover it with makeup, and it was no good, I’m well and truly stuck.”

Hoetaek nodded in agreement with him, “who knew are youngest was getting so much action?”

Wooseok leant across and pushed against Hoetaek to try and get him to leave him alone. “Do you know how embarrassing the walk up here was this morning? Everyone was staring.”

“Can you blame him?” Hoetaek asked him honestly, “you would stare if it was someone else with a hickey, wouldn’t you?”

“Maybe,” Wooseok replied, not wanting to give him to Hoetaek, “but most people probably aren’t as stupid as me to do this as well.”

“Unfortunately, I think you might be right.”

---

Masterlist

[lilrowantree]

i’m meant to be studying for my mock exams, but here i am watching admittedly shitty quality edits of fabian’s death send help

[whorediaries-09]

SO SORRY TO ADD ANOTHER A OTHER REQUEST :( BUT CAN WE MAYBE HAVE LIKE A SOFT NICE DATE THAT SLOWLY TURNS INTO SMUT WITH RON? PLEASEE? Also hui :3

hi lovey, thank you for sending in the request, hope you like it!

i think he knows; pairing- ronald weasley x reader warning(s)- mentions of war, 18+ content, fluff. a/n- contrary to popular belief, i am in fact quite alive and breathing.

little train.

' he got that boyish look that i like in man, i'm an architect i'm drawing up the plans. '

going on a date after the war was...intimidating, to put it in within a play of a single word. and surely ron wasn't expecting himself to be in a sticky situation with the pretty healer who had tended to his wounds after the traumatizing events. he ran his thumb over the now healed scar.

it'd tell a tale.

he remembered you. he could recall the dullness of worry in your eyes. the shine of hope in your eyes. even if your hair was matted with blood and rubble, you were the diesel to the fire that so timidly burned. the bruise under your eye was fresh, deep blue blackening, a shard of glass hanging from your chin.

he wish he could paint the blue golden.

with the last tug at the leather strap of the watch around his wrist, he decided he'd get the flowers. it would add a nice touch, a 'gentlemanly effect', he liked to think. even if it did seem to be a bit cliche. perhaps he thought of the smile on your face when you got the flowers (he was hopeful that you liked flowers). or perhaps he was just afraid of the aspect of a hormone rushing pregnant ginny hitting him on the head because of his 'less gentlemanly thoughts'

he remembered harry patting his shoulders, throwing out advices. ron rolled his eyes. he recalled when harry was swooning over cho chang, describing his very 'wet' kiss. he kicked harry in the shin, pulling a laugh out of his friend, grumbling harry wasn't much of a 'playboy' either.

so, he found himself standing in the flower shop, having absolutely no ideas about flowers. he watched the half a dozen barely bloomed pink roses being tied together. god forbid you weren't allergic to them. or didn't laugh at him for being too cliched.

he wished hermione had actually written that book about girls.

*-

it was fruitful, his attempt to choose the flowers. he'd recognized it from the shine in your eyes and the beautiful curve adorned on your lips. he'd found you beautiful when you were on the brink of death, disguised as a savior, so heaven sent. but now, when you held his hand, touching the scar you'd mended, talking away about stuff he couldn't really catch up on, your hair smelling like something so desirable, he found you breathtaking. he was mesmerized by you.

you felt like a forbidden treasure, the diesel to the fire in his heart that raged it's flames ever so timidly.

you'd liked the flowers. ron silently thanked the gods that you weren't allergic. you liked a lot of things, he learnt. cats, photography, literature, music, and a good fuck... was amongst the few things you liked. he was sure you'd said that intentionally just to pull out a reaction. the evil trick was recognized by the pretense innocent mischievousness in your eyes.

he was glad he coughed the drink in his mouth instead of spitting it right onto your face. you'd smiled, throwing him a dirty wink, twirling the straw of lemonade with your tongue. the dim carnival light angled your features, bringing out the best of your bone structure.

'well, to put it correctly, i enjoy a good fuck...' you said, after ron had recovered from his coughing haze. he wiped the edge of his lips, a nd putting on his best front, he responded,

'well then i can promise you an enjoyable time with me sweetheart,'

it was said with an awkward stance, a constant shift of octaves. but it still made you flush as the flame of the fire of his burning heart tickled your skin. you'd be his fuel, his diesel. you'd be his muse, the tale he recite.

*-

by the time it was time to leave you by the doorstep, the sky dizzied itself across the luminated street scattered with gravel. his fingers were melted within the crevices of yours, fit snug like a puzzle. he liked the way you laughed, the way your voice did throbbed so serenely against his eardrums while narrating tales, the way your eyes lit up against the dim lighting. 'liked' would be an understatement.

for the first time in his life, he was thankful for his freckles. he hoped they hid the flush of his pale skin.

'you're...kind,' you stated, shimmying on your tiptoes.

'hmm... why do you say so, sweetheart?' he asked.

'i know you live on the other side of town, and you came by to drop me...' a stupid line pops up in his head, but he doesn't say anything. he almost bites his lip to not let his boyish thought control his action. so, he smiles.

and lingers. holding your hand. the distance between him and you isn't much, the little roof over the entrance of your house providing him the needed protection from rain.

he can feel your breathe upon his already warm skin. it excruciates his patience. it plays with his senses, the sweet fragrance of petrichor infused with a scent, that reeks of you. it's blissful.

still, like the boyish man he is, he does nothing. he lingers, letting a silence wrap the little bubble of tranquility. it's comforting, in a strange way. he can't figure out what to do, when the sound of the rain, the running vehicles and the croaking frogs blur, when he feels your fingers tighten around his.

your lips lingers a little too close to his, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. or rather the side of his mouth. his mind reels when you place forward your request, your thought.

'the rain won't stop. not now anyways.' you whisper, lips brushing his earlobe. he doesn't recognize what takes over him within the click of your doorknob and the placement of your hand on his waist, as you pull him towards you.

but he enjoys it, the sudden rush of hormones. it's quick, it's something he's not felt for a long time. so long, it almost feels foreign. perhaps, it is. it's a warmth he's never felt, no never in his teenage years has he ever felt the need of touch. he's never realized the need, he thinks.

it's maddening, your touch all over his body when he finally crashes his mouth with yours, pushing you against the unlocked door of your house. he stumbles as you grab your neck, breathlessly cradling your cheek within the crevice of his palm. the scar you'd fixed touches the one on your chin.

it's a tale to be kept silent, to be a concealed message. like a string of fate, perhaps.

his teeth nips softly at the bare skin of your neck, your back pressed against the cold wall of your house. he feels the heat radiate off your body, moans leaving your mouth. your name rolls of his tongue as your fingers pull his hair, pulling his face away from your neck.

'is this okay?' he asks, concerned. he thinks he's fucked it up, by jumping on your bones. to his relief, you smile,

'it's...more than okay. can we go to the bedroom please?'

'sure, sweetheart. whatever makes you comfortable.'

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you've got your hair tangled up in his ginger locks. the moans spilling from your throat echoes through against the walls of your bedroom. his lips aren't on yours, as much as he'd love to taste your moans and sounds, your noise is honey-dripping gold in his eardrums.

his cock plunges deep within you, till your room loses the smell of your sandalwood candles. it reeks of sex and skin, the physical intimate bond of unheard individuals. it reeks of something magical, a golden desire painting over deep blue bruises.

it's fueling, to feel his touch on your skin. it diesels the fire that ignites within you when he snaps his hips against yours. the sound of his gasps, your moans, and skin slapping fills the room. you roll your eyes, as he thrusts himself angled perfectly so as to hit your sweet spot. you see white, moaning his name,

'fuck please, ron right there,'

his silver chain dangles over your lips. you wrap your lips around it, bringing his face closer. he gasps, his finger slipping between your connected bodies. his calloused thumb rubs over your stimulated clit, making you arch your hips, searching for more friction.

'you're making me feel so good, sweetheart,' he moans as you clench your walls around his girth. the coil building in your stomach drives your to the edge of your sanity.

'yeah?' you whisper back, half heaving, half controlling your urge to scream. it's heavenly, the combination of his perfect thrusts, the rubbing of his finger against your clit. you wrap your legs around his body, pulling him closer, to feel him, to touch him.

his girth plunges in you, and you feel your coil unraveling through you, your thighs shaking as the orgasm bubbles over the brink. it's pure heavenly insanity, a break through from the scorching insatiable desire for him.

you feel him release within you, wrecking your guts. your orgasm paints his abs, as his lump body falls over yours, his weight dead. he hides his face into your neck, smiling. the tranquil silence settles, carving a little bubble of comfort. neither of you hear the rain pattering against the gravel.

perhaps, truly it was just an excuse. excuse for a fate, for a destiny. to rebound broken strings of souls.

'you don't break promises do you?' you ask, laughing.

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