#i see an outfit i like and i immediately am like ok how do you make that irl? get me seven yards of cotton muslin we're doing a mockup

[pathetic-gamer]

Fashion in Fódlan: a very long, non-comprehensive, and entirely unsolicited analysis

The fe3h writers did a pretty solid job of creating three nations with clear social, economic, and political differences. The fashion stands out to me as doing exceptionally well at expressing those differences, and, just like in the real world, it works as a sort of socioeconomic barometer that helps tell Fódlan's story.

In this post, I'll break down the key clothing trends in the three regions and provide some light interpretations, largely related to $$

Please note that I'm NOT using this post to discuss historical inspirations. Also, not everyone from every region is included. In particular, anyone whose outfit is too much of just a riff on a class uniform (like the Ashen Wolves or the various minsters in the empire) is left out.

There's a part 2 now lol (church of seiros time); part 3 as well!

1. Holy Kingdom of Faerghus: function IS fashion, baby!!

Fearghus, beloved land of ice and snow and spooky folktales about watering your fields with blood and ghosts living under the ground - you did not come to fuck around. You're here to protect the commoners and go back home to a stew that may, if you're lucky, actually have some meat in it. In this kingdom, you're going to dress warm and you're going to like it. Oh, you have some extra money? Gonna spend it on something for yourself? Better be using it for something useful, like keeping your plate armor in good condition. (Please note: Catherine, though being Faeghan, is excluded because she wears the uniform of the Knights of Seiros, not her own clothes.)

Trends:

High collars, long skirts - generally as little exposed skin as possible. (There is exactly one pair of bare hands in the entire kingdom. Mercie is getting a little bold 👀)

Fur cloaks/capes/gloves, or just fur around the cuffs and collars if they don't have a full fur cloak.

Armor - every single man is dressed in armor, as is Ingrid. Most of the men have full suits of plate armor, but Felix, Rodrigue, and Ashe are wearing only gambesons (note the quilting in Felix's sleeve - that's what gives it away, imo). The folks in plate armor would have gambesons on as well (you can see Ingrid's underneath her breastplate), acting as padding for the plate armor. I think Gilbert is wearing plate armor with a tunic over it (a realistic historical practice).

Fastening is accomplished with clasps and lacing, and there are relatively few buttons or adornments to be seen on the main garments - Annette is an exception, which will be addressed later.

Brief analysis:

Notice the economical use of fabric - their clothing tends to lie flat, with fabric being layered for warmth rather than pleated, gathered, or puffed. The folks in plate armor may spice it up a little with a sash of some kind if they aren't already wearing a cloak or cape. I'm assuming Gilbert's ~stylish tunic~ is keeping him warm well enough to not need a cloak or larger scarf. (Mercedes has a ruffles and puffier sleeves, plus a fuller skirt, but it's worth noting that she is currently part of a merchant house, and merchants tend to be wealthier and actually occupy a unique social class between nobles and commoners.)

Note the colors, too. Greens, browns, and yellows are the cheapest and easiest dyes to make and use. That bright sort of tawny color that Gilbert, Annette, and Jeralt all have is easy and cheap. Gilbert's grey tunic could feasibly just be undyed wool. A true blue is difficult, but you'll note that the blue the people wear up here leans towards grey and green - could be that the dye is faded, or that it was never very blue to begin with. The only true blue is on Dimitri.

All of this reinforces the idea that Faerghus is not a rich nation, and the nobility don't live too far off from the common folk. The vast majority of the cost we see is actually their armor (worn by Dimitri, Dedue, Sylvain, Gilbert, Jeralt, Matthias, Ingrid, and also if we're getting all the way into it, Gwendal, Miklan, Lonato, and Baron Dominic as well), which is would have been pretty expensive. You'll notice they mostly wear grey armor with very little extra decoration, keeping the costs low. Ingrid, the poorest of the nobles in armor, also has the least actual plate. Felix and Rodrigue both have full cloaks, which most other people don't have (just Dimitri), but they also aren't wearing plate, so clearly that's a calculated choice.

That being said, even within these more economical fashions, we can still see clear differences between classes. Most noticeably, Felix (rich) and Ashe (not rich) have very similar outfits, but Felix's tunic/gambeson is lined with fur, while Ashe's is not.

BTW I'm of the opinion that the Fraldariuses are the richest people in the kingdom other than the royal family, and I believe that specifically of their fancy cloaks lol

so luxurious~

2. Adrestian Empire: look at my money bitch

Ah, the land of beauty and excess! I love to live in the capital and visit the cultural icon that is the opera and pretend that I'm not in Wealth Inequality Central. (Please note: Petra is not included, since she dresses according to Brigid's fashions. Also note: I fuck w these styles so hard, dude.)

Trends:

Short skirts (above the knee - Dorothea has a draped over-skirt thing, but her main skirt is shorter, and Manuela has leg slits instead of a short hem), low or square necklines, open backs. In general, we're looking at a lot of exposed skin. Forgot to include Cornelia in the pics, but she has this too.

Tailored jackets with just SO many buttons. Hanneman fits into the tailored jacket category, but isn't included in the highlights by virtue of Not Enough Buttons. (Some concept art is included here to drive the point home.)

Finally, there's this specific very specific double-breasted neckline thing (baby edelgard is separate bc i forgot to include her when i made the first image shhhh)

Brief analysis:

Adrestian fashion is all about displaying status and wealth, in this case through ornamentation, rich colors, uniforms denoting class/role, and also a fair amount of excess fabric.

Historically, fabric itself was one of the major indicators of wealth - in fact, certain historical styles very explicitly showed off just who was rich enough to afford, for example, a whole gown made from the same length of fabric, or even just an entire skirt panel with no piecing. In the Adrestian Empire, We've got excess fabric galore, tucked away into all those beautiful ruffles and bell sleeves, layered skirts, unnecessary capes, double collars, and puffy pants - and it's all in much more luxurious colors, too. In fact, I'm pretty sure the largest single piece of fabric on anyone in the game is Edelgard's cape, which is then also adorned with dozens of buttons and extra bits of fabric. It's almost definitely fully silk, both the outer layer and the lining. (And it's badass.)

Look at all that fluff! Dimitri's cloak probably rivals hers in the size of the actual fabric itself, but his is likely a heavy wool (unlined, maybe?), plus has a lot of fur.

"Oh, but pg, there are capes in Faerghus, too!" yes, but in Faerghus, they live in the arctic /hj. Note the vast expanses of exposed skin down here in the empire - clearly, cold is not an issue. You'll also note that the cloaks in Faerghus were heavy and lined with fur; that's not the case here. Given the prevalence of tailored jackets and the dual colors on Ferdinand's cape, I'm guessing they're either a comparatively lightweight wool with a silk lining (typical for tailored suit jackets, nothing particularly noteworthy about that), or just fully silk. (Bernie's shawl is just cotton though, prove me wrong...) Hanneman and Manuela are exceptions, since they both have fur, but they live at Garreg Mach, not in Enbarr.

The jackets themselves, by the way, could be silk OR wool. Ferdinand's in particular (especially thropes) reminds me of early 18th c. waistcoats, which would have been full silk.

We also have much richer colors down here in the land of art and song. Red, purple, and black were all very difficult colors to maintain, and very expensive. The most expensive colors, in fact. Not gonna lie, as far as price per yardage goes, I think Hubert's outfit might rival Edelgard’s in expense.

A notable exception to the excess fabric bit is Bernadetta. However, her dress is in what is arguably the most expensive color, and is heavily decorated, so that's a reasonable trade-off, and I don't blame her. I, too, would go for a smaller amount of pretty purple silk embroidered with bright, beautiful gold and yellow instead of a bigger, more impressive-looking option. It's about the little things.

I do want to take look at Caspar, in particular. He's unique in that he's dressed in a full suit of armor. But, given that he's the second son and not set to inherit anything, unlike all his waistcoat-wearing friends, he isn't being held to some particular uniform, and even if he were, it's the ministry of military affairs. Of course they wear real armor. What's interesting is that his armor is a sort of rosy grey/brass, rather than silver, and he has a lot more decoration and flair than the folks with full armor in Faerghus, in both his throuses and thropes outfits.

Worth noting, btw, that we have exactly zero examples of actual commoners in Adrestia, other than generic NPCs. Dorothea belongs to that peculiar niche that is opera and acting, so she is expected to dress and act like a noble, despite not having a title or property of any sort.

Adrestia - and Enbarr in particular - leads the slow march of fashion across Fódlan, given that it's a cultural hub and is so much wealthier, while Fearghus slowly picks things up over time. Thus, we have Annette, who lives closer to the empire and has disposable income, having some decorative buttons and tassels and a mock low neckline.

It's not nearly as much as the actual Adrestians, but she's picking it up!

3. Leicester Alliance: the beeeest of both worlds~

Oh, Alliance, you messy bitch. What we see here is a mix of everything, where some of them are influenced by Faerghus, and others by Adrestia (just like how some of them have kingdom-style names and some have empire-style names), and a few fit neither camp. There are clear reasons for similarities where they exist, though, so let's take a look! (Please note: Claude is not included, since his clothes are heavily influenced by Almyra.)

Hilda and Lysithea have the frills, puffy sleeves/skirt, short hems, low/square necklines, and expensive colors of the empire (plus, Lysithea gets a decorative veil in dark purple. How ~fancy~). This reinforces the idea that Adrestia sets the standards for fashion: Hilda cares about fashion and keeps up with the times. Lysithea lives on the border and was briefly under the control of the empire, and thus is influenced by it. Mostly, though, I think it's about how she tries to seem older and tends to see Hilda as a model of maturity (lol), so she's following that example.

Holst's armor is quite decorative, similar to Caspar's, but what stands out to me is the fringe in particular. We see the exact same fringe on Caspar, Hubert, and Edelgard, but not anywhere else.

Lorenz and Erwin are a bit of a border case, tbh! They both wear practical, full plate armor with little in the way of extra decor (other than Lorenz's rose and Erwin's little cape thing), but Jesus christ how much does it cost to keep it all so purple like that??? That's a blatant display of wealth that would impress any empire noble.

Marianne, on the other hand, would fit right in in Faerghus, with the old fashioned long skirt, high collar, capelet, and lack of extra decoration other than some pretty trim. Makes sense, since her territory is so close to the kingdom and she's clearly not interested in trying to stay fashionable.

Judith is dressed very practically, has some fun puffy sleeves and bright but inexpensive colors, has a short cape and gambeson (a short vest one, though). I want to say leans toward Faerghus, which makes sense since it's on the border and the house did at one point split off, with part going back to the kingdom.

Now we get to the only real, honest-to-god, never-owned-land-or-property, born-as-and-remain-now peasants/commoners: Leonie and Cyril. (Raphael was born into the merchant class and was able to support himself and Maya by selling his estate, so while we can consider him a real commoner at this point, it's not nearly to the same degree.)

Their economic status is obvious from their outfits: both have very practical clothes with no extra decoration, in cheap and easily accessible colors. Leonie's cloak wrapped around her waist is purely functional - she can use it when the weather calls for it, but it's out of the way of her arrows when she doesn't need it - and looks to be pretty soft, so likely is lightweight. She has a hint of some light protective wear (note the quilted sleeve) and the same front clasps as Felix and Ashe, so i think she's also meant to be wearing a gambeson, but it's shorter and less protective. Cyril doesn't seem to have any armor at all except for the shoulder protection - we can tell from the lack of center-front closures on his shirt and the shape of the cuffs of the sleeves that he's actually just wearing a tunic (or rather, two tunics on top of each other).

Raphael also has a very practical outfit, but notice that his is so much more protective, probably because he has a little more money than the other two. He has very limited, sparsely placed plate armor, but he is covered head-to-toe in quilted cloth armor. He's ready to get some punching done, baby!

Our real outlier, however, is Ignatz... But you bet your bottom dollar I've got an explanation for that one, too!!!!! Mans is an artist and he has rich(?) merchant parents, he can do whatever he wants.

Absurdly unnecessary lengths of (probably not very expensive) cloth? Sure. Fancy feathers that literally no one else gets? Why not! A billion buttons, half of which arent even keeping anything closed? Curly and intricate cloak fasteners probably made of some kind of cording? Sashes and tassels and a decorative sword??? Fuck it, we ball. I love this so much, it's easily my favorite outfit in the entire game and I would ABSOLUTELY wear it irl. I already have the right haircut and glasses and boots, I'm ready

4. In conclusion

These designs really are Fódlan in a nutshell. From the quiet wealth and functionality in Felix's fur-lined gambeson to the audacious luxury of Ferdinand's waistcoat to the unrepentant anarchism of Ignatz's entire vibe, we can see the history - and future - of the continent outlined right before our eyes:

Faerghus is cold, practical, focused on survival, and probably has the most even distribution of wealth. Leicester is a mix of remnants of the empire and kingdom, with clear wealth disparity but also a relatively high amount of social mobility and communal support systems. Adrestia has significantly wealth disparity, with nobles very disconnected from their people and instead busy politicking about.

Side note I know I said I wouldn't go into the historical inspirations, BUT I do think it's interesting that the men's clothing in Adrestia - particularly the tailoring - is similar to much later styles than the men's clothing in Faerghus, and the reverse is true of the women's sleeves and necklines.

Okay that's all, thanks for reading!

[volfoss]

It's really funny comparing the sims 4 retail experience to the sims 2 retail experience because the sims 2 has it beat easily

[wishyoured]

something gentle and sweet abby x reader / nsfw (kinda)

You were having a terrible day. The outfit you had on didn’t feel right, you received news that you had failed a major exam alongside experiencing a hit and run right after accidentally shattering your phone; everything was just a lot at once. It felt like one bad event after another, never ending —

Your drive home felt miserably long but you were relieved to know Abby was probably already home by now. For the entire day, melting into her arms was all you could think about.

Finally, you stepped inside your home, immediately seeing her light up, greeting you with a smile. “My sweet girl, I really missed you today.” Automatically teary eyed, you fall into her embrace. She knew you well enough to recognize something was going on, she wrapped her arm around your back as her other was holding the hair on your head. You stood in silence, slowly swaying back and forth for a few moments, appreciating how safe and comfortable she made you feel.

You looked up making eye contact with her, “Today was shit.” She kissed the top of your head, “That’s ok beautiful, I’m going to take care of you alright?” Thanking her, you nodded your head. She held your hand and guided you to the bedroom you both shared.

She had you sit at the end of the bed, making sure you were comfortable before walking into the bathroom. Returning shortly after you heard the shower head start to run, Abby helped gently undressed you. She had you lift your arms to slip your shirt up for you, she slowly took off your jewelry, pants, socks, etc. In between items she had removed, she kissed your skin while praising you -

“So soft - Baby, do you know how beautiful you are?” “You did so good today, I know it was hard.” “It’s ok, love. I am going to help you.”

Once the both of you were undressed, she once again held your hand, leading you to the bathroom. She was kind and soothing, helping you step in the shower to wash you off. Intentional with everything she did, Abby made sure you felt comfortable and admired — taking time to make sure you were clean and calm.

Eventually, the both of you were done and dried off - she even helped you get lotion on and everything. You were sitting up in bed beside her. Thinking about how great Abby was being for you, you got emotional - experiencing an overwhelming feeling of sincere gratitude that you were not able to fully verbalize. Talking through tears, you look over to her, “Thank you so much, I really love you. I-”

“Oh baby shh, I’m right here, it’s ok. I love you sweetheart, I know.” She wiped away your tears and held you tight, eliciting a strong feeling of protection.

Once calmed down, you reached up to kiss her. It began as a soft gesture but quickly, the both of you grew desperate for each other. Between heavy breaths she looked at your loving eyes, “God, I love you so much.”

[asmosmainhoe]

Ok ok ok but hcs for Queen/King Mc, like marrying Lord Diavolo, becoming rulers together How are things going to be? To assuming royal responsibilities, helping Dia (or just accompanying him) with his paperwork, attending meetings, attending balls, helping Dia to run the Devildom and being his beloved queen and cute spouse.

I love him so much♥️ thank you for listening my request

I AM SO SORRY FOR ANSWERING THIS LATE NWOSBJSBA

Honestly I've been daydreaming about this ever since I saw him the first time~

---

Marrying Diavolo

Gender: neutral

Warnings: none

Diavolo is such a loving and caring husband

Of course it's difficult to find time for each other with his busy schedule, but you knew what you were getting into. Even during the dating phase it was clear, but he always took his time for you

Never was there a moment where you felt lonely and there never will be one. If you do feel neglected, he's going to make up for it immediately and organize an intimate short trip without any distractions

Barbatos and the rest of the castle staff welcomed you with open arms, but you still have to get used to the fact that you now have servants

But the elite of the devildom are eyeing your every move

You see, your wedding was the most controversial thing right after the seven brothers went from demons to angels

Not everyone is on board with their Lord being married to a simple human with no royal blood on top of that. Thankfully most of the demons share Diavolo's mindset when it comes to the three realms existing in harmony

Being aware of the difficult situation you agree to start working in the shadows and being slowly eased into your position

You and Diavolo both decided that, even tho you share the same title now, you will let him have full responsibility for now. Over time he will give you more tasks and more projects so that you can grow accustomed to your duties as the second ruler and to let the citizens adjust to the abrupt change

But he does let you attend every single meeting and you're allowed to read his paperwork. He isn't doing or deciding anything behind your back and always listens to your opinions and suggestions

While Diavolo shows you how to rule over an entire realm, Barbatos teaches you everything there is to know about royal etiquette

The regular balls and galas with the elite stress you out with all these silent rules and since you're human everyone is watching your every move even more as if they're just waiting for you to make a mistake

But Diavolo wouldn't be Diavolo if he doesn't have your back. Everytime you slip up he overshadows it by being even more clumsy than you

You use the wrong spoon for the main dish? Don't worry, that man is over here eating soup with a fork and then laughing it off

You mix up a white wine glass with a red whine glass? Diavolo is one-upping you by spilling said wine all over the table which leads to Barbatos crying on the inside, because he has to clean it up later

Since the demon forms count as formal attire all your fancy clothes have special features like wings for example. One time Diavolo requested for the tailor to give your outfit wings even greater and bigger than Lucifer's which only resulted in you getting stuck in doorways and knocking over the entire buffet table

He fell in love with you all over again when that happened

---

Masterlist

[consistencynevermether]

Astarion x Rouge! Tav

A/N: I am, as the professionals would say, back on my bullshit. anyways here's another in my series of Astarion x a certain class 

part 1 (Paladin Tav version)- https://www.tumblr.com/consistencynevermether/730256251991310336/astarion-x-gn-paladin-reader-hcs-an-this-man?source=share

Bastard x bastard 

You two are absolute little SHITS together let me tell y’all that 

Your love language? CRIME. 

No but seriously imagine this- one of you had this plain steel ring, nothing special or anything just collecting dust at the bottom of your bags. Honestly, you don’t even remember which one of you it originally belonged to

When you first met, one of you had stolen the ring from the other to prove they were “superior with their hands” to the other. Eventually, it became a game between the two of you, every few days stealing this little trinket from each other. And bragging until the other stole it back. It didn’t matter whether either of you wore it on your fingers, around your necks, or even hiding it in folds of clothing. Neither could hold onto it for more than a week before the other snatched it up 

The most memorable little moment with this ring- once you had both gone on a late night walk, hand in hand. The moon's soft glow bathing you both in silver, it was like a scene out of a romance novel, especially when you leaned in to press your lips against his

And then- 

While he was distracted you slipped it off his finger and booked it. Immediately running as fast as you could, not daring to look back, laughing as you sped off with your prize

Unfortunately for you, Astarion happens to be a vampire spawn. Vampire spawn are quite physically inclined, and Astarion is pretty fit

What I’m saying is you made it a good 30 feet before getting tackled to the ground and had the ring wrestled out of your hand 

Honestly, though, you were laughing so hard you didn’t even mind losing the game, you were just happy that for a second your master plan had worked. 

Astarion complained about how his outfit got all dusty because of you, but you had heard him laughing right along with you when he had tackled you to the ground

Astarion won’t admit this, but that ring means more to him than any bejeweled precious jewelry ever could, because it connects him to you

Both of you claim to have the best set of knives and take every opportunity to show off to each other with your skills. Once you actually picked a lock with a smaller blade and you could swear it caused Astarion to be a little flustered. 

Sharing clothes? Sharing clothes. Listen, I'm just saying, will you let your vampire boyfriend burn up in the sun or will you lend him that nice new cloak you just got? Yea, that’s what I thought now it’s joint property. Dw tho it all evens out when you steal one of his nightshirts (it’s the comfiest thing ever, and not just because it always faintly smells like him) 

You guys definitely do couples' heists together. Sneaking, pickpocketing, lockpicking, running from the law, it's all in a day's work for the most shifty couple in Faerun. One of you might distract a lord while the other snuck into his vault to retrieve some valuable magical item. 

Ok but in all seriousness, y’all must be the most ethereal couple around. Imagine seeing two people glide over the rooftops of Baldur's gate, each jump almost like steps to a dance they both know by heart. Flitting around each other like ribbons in the breeze, one with soft silver hair and the other face obscured by their pitch-black cloak, hood pulled up and rippling in the night air. They dance across rooftops, swift as shadows, graceful as spirits, never touching, and yet somehow the rare onlooker knows they are meant to be a pair.

Some bard has definitely written a song about that last bullet point I promise you. 

You two probably had a million cons just waiting to be used. I imagine during your time together trying to get rid of the tadpole, you would both talk late into the night, bouncing ideas off each other, throwing out ideas of different tricks you could pull on the unsuspecting. Some genuinely clever, most just absurd attempts at making the other person laugh.  

If you ever actually got the chance to you it though? Oh ho HO. let me tell you how this went down. Your party had gotten into a situation, attempting to be as inconspicuous as possible. But by a bout of bad luck, someone had started harassing Karlach and at the same time, Lazel had started yelling at a guard, hand on her sword, inches away from striking. The party needed some sort of distraction, and luckily you both had just the thing. 

Astarion had grabbed the nearest glass of wine and splashed it on you, then putting on his best offended face he anguished, “How could you cheat on me?!?! And with my own BROTHER!?!?” That sentence made everyone's head snap up, including the guards as you both laid the theatrics on thick. You kept this act up with Astarion for a good 10 minutes, with fake tears and dramatics from both of you. At one point on the spot, you made up that he had slept with your mother and it was revenge, and the crowd was extremely invested, people taking sides, guards trying to calm down the chaos. But hey you're fake out worked, Karlach and Lazel were able to sneak away quietly and you had both given the distraction of a lifetime. Shadowheart disapproves.

Occasionally the two of you will talk in Thieves cant to each other when you don’t want the party to overhear certain conversations. Originally you were both probably talking about important things like strategies and debating about how to go about getting rid of the tadpole. But now you kind of both just use it to piss off Lazel a little. 

Ultimately you two really understand each other on a deep level, you really are 2 people with one mind. And together there's a world of adventure out there for you both, and infinite fun magical items for you both too “acquire”.

[hearts4chriss]

Watch ur mouth.

toxic!chris x fwb!blackfem

prompt: your out at a party with Chris ( wearing top left corner ) and you start to piss him off, flirting with guys, ur tits nearly being exposed already had pissed him off and on top of that ur attitude he apparently didn’t like, so he fixes it for you

ok so this wasn’t requested but she asked for the part where you flirt with a guy so - @buckys-cumdumpster 💋 semi requested

Contains: sub!reader!, rough!dom!chris!, face fucking ( hip thrusting ), car sex, stomach bulge, missionary, overstimulation, creampie, HEAVY degrading, pet names, hair pulling, dacryphilia, cum eating, unprotected sex ( don’t do this !! ), dumification!kink, mentions of safeword ( not actually used ), dirty talk,

lord.

Chris and I had been talking for a bit and he always manages to do some shit to piss me off and yet here I am. Going to a party with him after he just got on my nerves.

Nonetheless, this meant id have “a bad attitude” Chris calls it which already annoyed me so I decided I was gonna fuck with him.

I wore his favourite outfit on me the pants hugged my curves making ass pop out and them being low rise showing my dermal piercings and the fitted jacket made my tits look good as I didn’t zip it up all the way and this outfit would always result in something sexual, fingering or his cock buried inside me butttt I wanted to push his limits too see how far he’d go.

I finished my makeup and spraying water and putting curling products on my hair only zipping up my jacket too my lower boob allowing my tits to sit perfectly guaranteed too drive Chris crazy .

I grabbed my lip gloss and heard chris honking outside and I stepped out and hopped into his car.

Chris's eyes immediately shifted to my exposed chest and shifted his facial expression.

What did I tell you about this outfit? Chris sighed deeply gripping the steering wheel tightly and I smirked too myself already getting a rise out of him

Im wearing it like what is ur problem? I snap back running my fingers in my hair as it curved at my ass guaranteed to drive him insane.

I watch his jaw clench as we ride in silence before pulling up too this party he dragged me too.

I got out the car walking into the party disappearing in the crowd of people leaving Chris with his own thoughts.

The party had been going on for just about an hour and I had been lost in the music and alcohol. Nonetheless I wasn’t drunk but something tells me Chris was not going to be happy.

Playin games by summer walker & Bryson tiller played and immediately I rush too go dance, slowly moving my hips to the song.

this lasted before a guy, who was fairly attractive comes behind me moving my hips with his as I leaned back resting my head on his shoulder.

I look around the room and my eyes lock with Chris’s, he looks like he could explode any second, gripping tightly on his beer.

Chris’s pov

Is she fucking kidding me? I mean come on I’m way better looking than he is and he’s not even doing it right.

I know she’s only doing this to piss me off because of our little argument earlier. But fuck she looks so good

And she knows that my favourite outfit on her, the way it rests on her lower waist allowing her dermal piercings to show and how the pants hugged her curves outlining her ass just how I like. And then the fitted jacket to match- the way her tits rested from how she zipped it I wanted to bury my head in between them and inside of her

I watched how she moved her ass on his crotch and my blood boiled, knowing that’s supposed to be me, she’s mine, only I can touch her and fuck her as good as I do, hence why she’s never left.

Then she locked eyes with me and continued doing what she pleased? This women.

She shouldn’t have done that because she has no idea what I’ll do to her, god it just turned me on thinking of everything I was about to do to her. One thing I knew for sure.

I was gonna tear that ass up.

me clueless I didn’t really pay attention to Chris, I was consumed by alcohol and the sensual loud music filling my ears and shooting through my body.

Until I felt familiar hand, grip my arm.

“Let’s go”. Chris’s voice lingers on my neck pulling me away from the guy who quickly scoffed moving onto to another girl. What an ass

“Chris Chris ur pulling my arm!” I wince as he drags me out the party due to nobody paying attention and to the car pinning me on it with my stomach on the hood.

“You think that shits funny?” He says in almost a mocking tone before leaving a harsh smack too my clothed ass and I let out a yelp.

“Answer me I’m not playing with you.” Chris spoke lowly before repeating that same action.

“Chris okay okay! I’m sorry! I whimper and he chuckles standing me up.

"better, now get in the backseat". He demands and I follow and he climbs in shutting the door.

"I’m sick of ur attitude, you need to learn how to watch ur mouth". He grips my throat and I gag and nod.

"gonna put it to good use". A chuckle falls from his lips as he man spreads unbuckling his belt and I position myself between his legs.

"useless come help me yeah?" Chris rolls his eyes playfully and I sit up my nails clicking with his belt and pulling his pants down with his boxers allowing his hard and thick cock to spring out and hit his stomach.

The tip was a deep pink just oozing with pre cum.

"gonna suck this dick so good yeah?" He says spreads his pre-cum on my lips and I nod before sitting up.

"Nu uh, were doing my way, ur gonna take my dick the way I want". Chris smirks slightly before pulling my hair making my throat take al of him.

"Fuck- love that pretty mouth on me shit-" he groans matching my movements with his aggressive ones as he yanks my hair quickly and roughly not giving me time in between.

The slurping sounds of my mouth and his cock were almost pornographic as tears in my eyes already producing, Chris's moans shooting right to my core pulsating for him to be buried inside me.

"That's right be a good little slut and take it". Chris rests his head on the plush seats gripping my hair as he bites his lip my doe watery eyes meeting his seductive gaze

His hand gripping my hair forcing me to take all of his cock in my throat as a mixture of my salvia and his pre cum coats my lips and dribbles down my chin.

"Keep those pretty eyes on me, I wanna watch you- " he groaned as I peered at him through my lashes as he began thrusting his hips purposely as his cock hits the back of my throat making me gag.

"Fuck look at that- sound so much better with my dick in ur slutty mouth huh". Chris lets out a breathy laugh tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched me struggle to take all of him.

Chris would not let up on his hip thrusts making my eyes water more each time as his dick size caused me to hollow my cheeks as he grips my hair tighter so get a quicker orgasm.

"that’s right you wanted to have all this mouth now I’m filling it with my cum-" Chris moans forcing my head all the way down my nose resting on his lower abdomen as his warm load shoots in my throat dribbling down as he lets me up his cum dripping down my mouth.

"Speechless already?" He chuckles wiping his thumb along my bottom lip collecting the excess semen slipping it into my mouth as I sucked it clean.

"Good girl. Now strip." He demanded manspreading as I unzipped my jacket first freeing my tits as I sat up pulling down my leggings revealing my red lace thong, Chris’s favorite

"wearing my favorite pair of panties huh? While grinding on some other guy?" Chris spoke angrily and shakes his head placing me back flat on the car seats.

"You just couldn’t wait to be fucked by me. Isn’t that right sweetheart?" His hand grips my face as he spoke in a coax voice and a whimpered at the sudden grasp.

"yeah you like it when I do this to you? Gripping you up like a whore? Huh?" He squeezed slightly harder and I nodded.

"Yes Chris I love it when you do this to me-" I groan feeling my lips smushed together and he smirked releasing his grip.

He leaned up taking off his jeans and boxers fully and his black hoodie.

He pulls me close gripping my legs pushing them up on his shoulders before slamming into me as I let out a loud moan.

"Shit ma- such a tight fuckin pussy- all for me right?" Chris let out a deep moan as he pushed his hips against the back of my thighs roughly knocking the wind out of my lunges.

"Fuck Chris s-slow down!" I cry out feeling his size burn into my pussy as he didn’t let me adjust the way I wanted, he was pissed.

"oh really? You don’t want this? Maybe I should call the other guy yeah?" He rests his forearm behind my head pressing our bodies together my legs in the air.

"fuck fuck no! I-I only want you!" I whimper as my eyes met his dark lustful blues his jaw clenched at the sight of me.

"good girl, sound so much better on my cock." His breath was on my neck before he positioned my legs back on his shoulders gripping my waist tightly snapping his hips with the back of my thighs abusing my cunt

At the pace he was going I couldn’t even think straight, the way his dick perfectly filled me up and his deep groans filled my ears.

"Oh fuck- Chris ur so fucking deep-" my moan and whimper fuelled his ego more as I was going to be fucked speechless already feeling my vocals fade.

"Look at that- such a fucking whore". Chris muttered gripping my neck allowing his hips to thrust harder as I was now unable to even utter words.

"shit- already? Where’s that attitude gone baby-" Chris gave me fake pout, pure anger and lust in his voice whilst he literally was fucking me speechless.

The position we were in allowed the tip of Chris’s cock to brush on my g-spot making me squeal slightly as the sounds of our skin meshing together fills the car.

"look at you, all dumb acting because of my cock so pathetic baby-" his devilish smirk grows as he watches how fucked out I look all because of his dick

"mmhm f-fuck Chris-" I cry out pathetically babbling as I shudder in his grasp, bound to leave bruises.

I noticed him not speaking and that’s when I noticed him looking down at my stomach seeing his dick poke through each thrust.

"yeah? You feel me in ur stomach? probably like this shit don’t you sweetheart". He mocked pressing a hand on my stomach and I moaned out loudly tears forming in my waterline

"you look so pretty when you cry mama". His expression softened for a second before that dominance took over quickly once more

Chris’s pace didn’t let up and my stomach began to tighten and I swore I was seeing stars, everything was a blur but fuck it felt so good.

"ugh- fuck your gonna cum- shouldn’t let ur slutty ass cum after the shit you pulled-" he says under his breath, a hint of his aggression still lingering as he reaches to rub my clit.

"better start begging baby". Chris looks at me and my eyes widen as I could barely even form words together and his request was way out of proportion.

"Fuck! P-please Chris I-i need to cum-" I whimper taking many breaths between my words hearing him scoff and how he damn near fucked me out of my vocabulary.

"That’s a good girl, cum on my dick baby show me how good I make you feel". That raspy voice of his always made me feel so many thoughts, just enough for that knot in my stomach to burst my cum began to drip down his thick cock still thrusting inside of me making me perk up

"C-Chris sensitive!" I squeal pushing his stomach away and he pins my hands above my head pressing his chest on mine being nose to nose.

"You know the safe word baby, better think fast because I’m not stopping". He breathes heavily onto my lips pressing a deep kiss against them as they swell.

"shit ma- your pussy feels so fuckin good- could stay in it all day-" Chris let out a breathy moan continuing to fuck me senseless as tears streamed down my face from overwhelming pleasure.

"oh god- Chris please-" I shudder putting my hand up and he immediately takes it holding him and he grunts feeling his own orgasm creep up along with a second one for me.

"I know baby your doing so fucking good for me- just one more yeah? He presses a kiss to my neck and I nodded as he rammed into me.

"fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna cum again-" I throw my head back and he didn’t prefer that so he gave me a look and my head shit up again as I gripped his hand tighter and he gave me a smirk.

"I’m not slowing down sweetheart- fuck just one more-" he moaned pressing his body on mine as our noses touched moaning into each other's mouths.

The tension was at an all time high, the car smelled like a sex aroma mixed with his cologne and my Dior perfume and his occasional “fuck” and my cries of his name as his cock twitched inside me of me.

"fuck- look at me I wanna see that pretty face when you cum-" Chris plants a deep kiss on my lips as I maintain eye contact with him feeling that knot in my stomach begin to burst.

"Chris I’m- fuck!" I screamed one final cry of his name before my juices coated his cock and lower stomach as his cum painted my walls.

We sat there for a minute catching our breaths before he spoke again

"You drive me insane baby-" he pants resting his head on my shoulder and I let out a breathy chuckle.

"What can I say-" I smile pushing my hair out of my face and he sits up sliding out of my tight hole making me wince.

"Shit you okay?" I didn’t hurt you did I? Chris scans my body carefully taking in the bruises of his fingers on my waist and neck.

"I’m okay- just tired and sore-" I shudder a bit when I meet his gaze, a soft one.

"When we get home I’ll run you a bath and we can watch a movie or some corny shit-" he let out a chuckle but that alone made me so happy.

I’d really like that. I say to myself but out loud I say

That's sweet- thank you Chris-

@mattsleftnipple03 @bernardsleftbootycheek @sturniolopowers@gdsvhtwa @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @worldlxvlys @chrisslut25 @princessbetsy123-blog @mattslolita @guccifrog@blahbel668 @mattsneezing @trickywritters @hearts4chris

@nonamegirlxsturniolo@luvmxtt @theyluv-meee @hoesformatt @luv4kozume @kikisturnioloo @itzdarling @pepsiimaxx @babyddolly @iiheartstef @junnniiieee07 @ast3ro1dzz@sturniolowhore @st7rnioioss @emma4eva@braindead4l @ihearttsyouu @kqyslyho3 @sturnsfav@sunsetsturniolos @sturniololoverr @stqrnstars @dlyansworld @chrisloyalgf @soimightlikeoldmen69 @abbie13sworld @lacysturniolo @sturniol0s @chrissgirlsstuff @luhsexcbihh @nicksmainbitch @rubyjaneaxx @love4chris @gamermattsgf @breeloveschris @meetballmatt @waydasims @vicsguitar

[inquebrar]

late night thoughts in the midst of 60 days without spiderbit, q!Cellbit talking about not being interested in having sex right after getting married to q!Roier (since what usually is expected to happen is the "honeymoon") and how this situation was handled in such a light and tender way it's something that lives in my mind rent free and it impacted me so deeply that every time i rewatch it i feel like biting my own arm crying and screaming with happiness.

like, the wedding had just ended, they went to the castle together, to their home, and then when q!Cellbit says "i don't know if that's a problem with you" i immediately held my breath without even realizing and waited to see what q!Roier's reaction would be and there was no joke, no mockery or uncomfortable comment, in fact it was the most incredible response possible this whole scene is absolutely wonderful. q!Cellbit says "it's ok, right? i thought it would be okay but i mean, i thought we should talk" and then "but like, we can still sleep together i'm just not gonna make sex" and this part makes me want to explode because while q!Cellbit is saying that q!Roier lets out an aww and then he says "yes, you know, it's not only sex it's not only mwah mwah mwah (kissing), it's to have time with each other and maybe we can play enigma do medo together!" he not only reaffirmed that a relationship is not just based on making out but he also suggested what they can do during their honeymoon, they can spend time together and play games and then sleep together to rest.

and to me it's so important that this is something constant and meaningful in q!Cellbit and not just something that is used superficially in the character, like when he met q!Philza and he talked about his platonic relationship with q!Missa, q!Cellbit's reaction was "ah, in an asexual way?" and then how after starting his relationship with q!Roier when people made sexual insinuations he always said "nah, i don't like doing that" and once in a fun talk with q!Pol who said that q!Roier is very "libidinous" and "promiscuous" q!Roier replied like "wait do you only think about these things? life isn't always like that, you know? it's about love, coexistence and tenderness"

and then several other little moments, like when q!Roier was showing off his spider-man outfit in a sensual and flirting way, lying on the floor like "so... what do you think?" and q!Cellbit replied "oh i liked it, do you like spider-man a lot? have you seen the new animation movie or not yet?" or when q!Roier was making the joke that he was hungry (horny XD) and q!Cellbit was like "i can't believe this, here i am thinking about making something for us to have dinner together, a romantic dinner and you thinking about that..." and q!Roier was like "give me d*ck" 🗣️HAUSHSKSHDJSK or when they started making sex jokes like "yeah we were having sex, a lot of sex" meanwhile they were just construting together and spending time with each other AARRGH idk man i just love them so much and them having a relationship based on trust and love above all else is so significant

[tomsvouge]

Bad Idea Right?

Pairings: Ex!Joe burrow x Ex!Reader Warnings:Alcohol use, situationship, mentions of sex Summary- What happens when y/n gets a text message from someone in her past that her friends are not fond of? Her friends tell her not to go but it can’t be a bad idea…. right?

Who would have thought I would end the night with him, In his bed cuddled with him like we are together. Should I regret it? Probably. Do I regret it? Hell no! Have you seen this man he is literally a walking hercules and who am I to block an opportunity that I was given. Anyways, you may be asking, "y/n what the heck are you even talking about?". Well let's go back to earlier in the day where everything started.

My friends and I were talking about throwing a party and I couldn't be more excited. I needed something to get my mind off of him. Me and Joe are kinda rocky when it comes to a relationship. We broke up about two months ago. Usually when two people break up they dont talk to each other, buttttt me and Joe have been sneaking around for the past two weeks. No one knows about this, not my friends, not his friends just sneaking around like two teenagers. 

As we all sit on my couch we start talking about party details, y’know the time, who to invite the food, all that good boring stuff when out of nowhere melody says this.

“Well since we're talking about personal invites I don't think you should invite Joe y/n”- Melody 

“Why would I invite Joe? We're done. Over” I said lying through my teeth knowing that we were still hooking up.

“I'm just saying you seem to be tense each time you see him. Like that one time we were watching tv and his Bose ad came on. You looked like you saw a ghost.” She says laughing.

“I was Just shocked at his dance moves, I thought I taught him better when we took that dance class.” and that was true we did take a dance class but let's just say, Joeys not dancing for a while.

“I wasn't the worst i've seen but also not the best”- Kaylee says while  writing something down.

OK! Can we stop talking about my ex, kinda getting weird. 

“Ok but just know Joe Burrow is not allowed through these doors.” Melody says in a serious tone.

“Got it Not allowed through the doors.” I say looking at her. 

“I'll just let him in the backyard” I say in my head.

Getting ready for the party I put on my outfit and did my makeup. As I'm putting on my mascara I get a facetime. I look at the screen and immediately knew it was joe as his contact name is “LOSER NOT WORTH MENTIONING🩷” showed up. Reluctantly I picked up the phone.

“What?” I say in a aggravated tone 

“Well hello to you too” Joe says, rolling his eyes on the other side of the phone.

 “What are you doing?” he says, trying to change the vibe of the call.

Getting ready-i say in a sassy tone.

“For?”- Joe

“My party”-y/n

“And i didnt get an invite?” joe says with that cocky smile on his face 

“Didn't think you needed one considering we were not really together”- I say side eyeing him so hard you could feel it.

“Just because we're not together doesn't mean we cant be friends”- joe 

“If this is what you call just friends I would love to see what you do with people you hate.” i say laughing

“You know what i mean” - Joe

“Friends dont have sex nearly every night and talk to each other the way we do.”- y/n

“Well friends also don't hide things from each other” Joe says, placing the phone down so I could see him.

“I didn't invite you because you are not allowed to come, you are not exactly on my friend's good side right now.”- y/n

 My friend did not like Joeto much after the shit they had heard about him from endless phone calls to late night gossip sessions at the house. He didn't hurt me like cheat or anything. He is actually a nice guy but anyone who plays mind games and gaslights is a no no in my friend's book.

“Nothing new, I wasn't on their good side when we were together.”- Joe

“But since I can't come to you, how about you come to me?”- Joe 

“And why would I do that?” I genuinely asked because who was he to think I would leave my own party for him.

Because we can't get enough of each other no matter how hard we try we both know that we will all go back.

And Joe was right, no matter how hard I tried to move on, no one seemed to understand me like Joe does. He knows everything about me. He accepts me for who I am and vice versa. Still sad we didn't work out due to commitment and trust issues. I think when the time's right Joe and I will be perfect for eachother.

“Well I'll think about it.”- I say 

“Good, let me know when you decide.” - Joe

I was having the time of my life. My friends made sure I didn't even think about joe. So much that I forgot to even remind him if I was coming or not. 

In the middle of taking group shots I feel a vibrate coming from my hip.

LOSER NOT WORTH MENTIONING🩷- u still coming??

“Don't do it.”-Kaylee says, looking over my shoulder.

“Who said I was?”

“You didn't say that but the look on your face said otherwise.”

“Okay but would you pass up a chance to just go back to your ex for one night.” 

“One night more like two weeks but she didn't need to know that right now.”

“No I wouldn't, he cheated and I'll be damned if I go back to him just to disrespect myself again.”

“Well I won't if i will make you happy.”

“Good”

Okay sooo im going to his house. You guys may say I have little respect for myself but all the respect leaves my body when I see that man. You get in a room alone with Joe Burrow and see how long you last without being all over him. Plus, can't be that bad of an idea right?

With my luck the rain decided to pour harder and completely drench me. Rushing to my car I hopped in and started it. I quickly texted Joe back telling him I was on my way. Thankfully The drive from my house to joes is not that far at all. Getting out of the car rushing to get to the front door as the rain came down on me. When I kid you not to say this man is a QB he is not quick on his feet off the field. I literally took him forever to open the door. 

Walking in the house I'm immediately tackled into hugs and kisses . After a while pushing wavy from him I decided I needed to put my clothes somewhere because wet clothes just don't feel comfortable. 

Eventually me and Joe decided to chill on the couch and talk for a while. And lets just say after the talk and cuddles the door was locked to that bedroom and that's how we got to this morning 

I woke up to like a million texts from my friends asking me why I disappeared in the middle of the party and I just told them all that I didn't feel well and went up early to sleep. Looking over left I see Joe sleeping with his arms wrapped around me. Part of me felt bad for lying to my friends about going to sleep early but technically i did lie i said I was sleep I just didn't say where.

hey guys! I'm gonna try to start putting out more fics . I chose to do this as a fun hobby and I just don't want it to feel and chore or job but if you want to request fics you are welcome to do so 🩷

[chrissturnsgirlll222]

second, never first

part fourteen | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve | part thirteen

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - swearing, kissing, use of y/n, mention of family issues, fluff, underage drinking and partying

word count - 1k??

NOT PROOFREAD

-

“really?” i smile and chris nods.

i squeal and hug chris as he agrees to going to the party with me and kiss his cheek before i go up to his room and get changed. i dont bother picking out a nice outfit as i only have very limited clothing in the bag i packed.

me and chris both finish getting ready and we get in his truck and drive the the liquor store that everyone underage goes to.

“can you just get me something fruity please.” i say the the guy working at the store. he nods and grabs me a 6 pack of coolers and i get a few beers for chris even though he is driving.

“aw you thought of me.” he sarcastically says as i show him the beers i bought.

“technically i didnt do much considering i had to use your money because my fucking wallet is at home.” i roll my eyes. “its ok kid i will probably only drink one of these tonight anyways i cant actually get drunk if your drinking. we know how that turned out last time.” he laughs.

“oh i bet you find that funny.” i say leaning over the middle console and kiss him. “whats that for?” he questions as no one is around to see us. “good luck?” i shrug and we both smile. he leans in for another and i get comfortable as he drives to the party.

“kid please be safe, i will be with you all night just be careful with what you drink.” chris says parking on the street near the party. i nod as i feel like im 4 years old getting a lecture from a parents. we both crack open a drink and go in for a cheers “cheers to this being our first party as a fake couple.” i grin. we clink our drinks and then sip. getting out of the car chris scurries over to my side and opens my door for me and helps me out.

we walk into the party and it immediately smells of sweat, alcohol and weed. perfect.

chris’ pov

i fucked up, so bad.

one second she was cuddled up to my side drink in one hand and the other wrapped around me. the next she is so drunk she cant stand. “kid how the fuck does this happen twice now?” i ask.

she doesnt respond as i help her in to the back seat with help from matt. “thank you bro ill see you back home.” i say to matt. “oh my god chris!” y/n says point at matt, “wrong boy babe.” i chuckle and she turns to look at me, “ohhhhh matt, have you seen my boyfriend!” she whispers the last bit while winking and grinning ear to ear. “teach your girl how to drink next time.” matt chuckles and i buckle her in to the seat and close the door, “i know but she has been through a rough couple of days she needed to let loose.”

leaving matt and nick at the party i drive y/n home. she stayed quiet on the drive home, probably asleep. we get to my house and i open the back door. “im drunk not a baby.” she slurs her words sitting up. “well you sure get drunk and act like a baby.” i reply and she rolls her eyes. “hey your mean.” she pouts as i lift her out of the truck, bending down and lifting her over my shoulder “hey let go of me!” she exclaims lightly hitting my back and i laugh at her drunken state.

walking in to my house and gently laying her on my couch. “be quiet my parents are home ok.” i say leaning over her. she gives me a thumbs up while her eyes are closed. i close the front door and take my shoes off and walk over to y/n and kneel down to take her shoes off. “oh sorry mister hands off!” she mumbles, “i need to take your shoes off so you can go to bed.” i chuckle. “i am a taken women, hands off.” she whisper yells. “your taken are you?” i decide to play along and continue removing her shoes. “yep, my boyfriend will kill you if he knew you were taking my shoes off.” she grins.

“whos your boyfriend?” i ask, “chris. hes the best you would love him. hes not nice to everyone i mean he wasnt even nice to me for a bit but he is the best!” she explains. i pause at what she said, i wasnt nice to her.

“why wasnt he nice to you?”

“he would always tease me in school you know but now hes the most amazing boy i know.”

shit.

im the worst.

“well im sure he feels really bad for that.” i say getting up and putting he shoes in the closet. i walk over to her and kiss her on the forehead, “cmon lets get you upstairs.” i grunt sitting her up. “chris!” she says and a childish grin appears on her face. “where did you go?” she mumbles as she wraps her arms around my neck and my hands go to her waist.

“never left kid” i say lifting her up and walking upstairs. i set her down at my doorway and she walks over to my bed clearly ready for some sleep. “you gonna sleep in jeans?” i say running over to my closet and putting on a pair of pyjama pants. she shakes her head and i toss her a pair of my boxers and a one of my shirts to sleep in. “can you change yourself tonight?” i say and she nods and hiccups.

“turn around please.” she asks and i oblige. “all done.”

i turn around and walk towards my bed shutting the lights off and turning on my low led strips. joining her in bed and turning on a show to fall asleep to. shes turns around to face me. “chris,” she begins “hmm?”

“im really in love with you, like a lot alot.” she mumbles. “your drunk pretty girl.”

“i mean it.” she says and i look at her. “if you can tell me this tomorrow when your not drunk then i while believe it.” i chuckle my heart beating fast at her words.

she cuddles in to my side throwing her arm over my bare chest and i begin drawing circles on it. “do you?”

“do i what.” i look down at her. “love me?”

“you find out that answer tomorrow if your being truthful.” i say looking forward at the tv. she sighs in deafeat and lays her head on my chest and quickly drifts off to sleep.

-

thanks for reading xx

taglist: @sleepysturnss @blahbel668 @alorsxsturn @w4nnabeurs @junnniiieee07 @waydasims @matthewloverr @bitchydragonparadise @matthewsturnioloswifey @iloveneilperry @stunza @realuvrrr @sturnsjtop @tubl-mc @lilsstvrn @sturniololol @sturnssmuts @emlovesthesturniolos @demisthings05 @sturniololol

a/n: thoughts???

[simp4wom3n]

Celebrity Crush Pt.2

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Reader

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Still in disbelief that Jenna asked them on a date, Y/n tries to make the most of living her dream, including going on a date with her dream girl. (y/f/o = your favourite outfit) ~ Word Count: 1.859k ~ Warnings: pure fluffff

A/N: Hi!! It’s here everybodyyyyy! I tried to make it as good as possible seeing how much you guys loved pt1 and begged for pt2. Hopefully I did it justice and you enjoy this one just as much or more than the first <3

Part 1 ~ Part 2

The day had arrived. Tonight you were going on a date with THE Jenna Ortega. Your celebrity crush, whom you had been swooning over for years, had asked you out on a date. Despite having days for it to sink in, you don’t think it ever will.

'What is my life?' you wondered as you awoke, lying flat on your back, staring at the ceiling, still in complete disbelief that this is happening to you. Shaking yourself awake, you roll over to your bedside table to check your phone, where you immediately notice another message from Jenna.

Jenna

“Morning sleepyhead”

“Still up for tonight I’m hoping?”

Since she first messaged you a few days ago, you and her have been talking nonstop. The two of you had an irrefutable connection. You had talked about almost everything under the sun and yet the conversation never got dry or ceased. There was obviously a bit of teasing from Jenna about your tweets, however it just opened up the opportunity for you to flirt - which you certainly weren’t complaining about.

Y/n

“Morning cutieee”

“Of course I am I wouldn’t miss it for the world”

Jenna

“I’ll see you at 6 then <3”

Before you knew it the clock struck 5, and it was time to get ready. You hop into the shower, your playlist playing over your speakers, to freshen up and hopefully relieve some of your nerves. As the warm water cascades your body and down the drain, you insecurities are drowned with it.

You walked to your closet after exiting the shower, quickly drying your hair and wrapping yourself in a towel. You've never felt so much pressure whilst choosing an outfit. You needed an outfit that was perfect for a first impression, but as you looked through your closet, you weren't overwhelmed by options. “Ok so… effort but not too much effort, colour but no too much colour, casual yet fancy, masculine yet feminine… easy” you sighed as you began pulling out various items of clothing and laying them out on your bed.

You eventually settled on y/f/o, with some light makeup and your hair out and styled like you do day-to-day, not wanting to appear desperate to impress - although you definitely were. With one final look in the mirror, you grabbed your keys and headphones, threw on a jacket, and walked out the door. Checking your phone as you made you way onto the street for the brisk 10 minute walk to the restaurant, the time read 5:50. ‘Perfect’ you thought, not wanting to arrive too early or too late. Everything had to be perfect.

With your on-repeat playlist playing softly in your ears as you walk along the illuminated streets, despite your first date nerves, you can’t help but smile giddily as each step carries you closer and closer to finally meeting the girl of your dreams. As the restaurant comes into view, you slow down your pace as you once again pull out your phone. ‘5:59’. With a deep breath, you cross the road, putting away your headphones as you approach the glass door. Opening the door, you exchange pleasantries with the staff at the door as you scan the restaurant in search of a particular brunette. When your e/c eyes finally land on her figure, she was wearing this outfit, and you have to stop your jaw from dropping to the floor as your eyes widened at her beauty.

Originally looking at her phone, she must have noticed the time as her head picks up and her eyes travel towards the entrance, towards you. Her eyes light up as they meet yours, butterflies erupting in your stomach as her lips curve into a smile. Your smile matches hers as you walk towards the table, as you do so, she places her phone in her blazer pocket and stands up.

“Hi!” you smile brightly, embracing her in a long awaited hug despite your mixture of excitement and nerves, a hug she instantly reciprocates. “Hi! How are you?!? You look amazing by the way” she returns as she pulls out of the embrace, both of you taking your seats. “Oh stop it have you looked in a mirror recently?” your compliment causing her cheeks to brighten slightly, “I’ve never been better. I still feel like I’m dreaming. Both about this” you gesture between the two of you, “and all the press and attention, its insane” you chuckle as you just admire her for a moment, the corners of your lips gently upturned. “How about you?” “I’m good. I mean it’s been a stressful week. I had some long and tiring days on set, but I have to say this is definitely a highlight. You are definitely the highlight of my week” she gently smiles at you, warmth spreading across your cheeks as she flatters you.

Thankfully your embarrassment was saved by the waiter coming to your table, giving you the opportunity to compose yourself whilst Jenna was distracted. If she was going to keep flustering you this easily you were going to need a few drinks. You both ordered and the conversation flowed. As cheesy as it sounds to say, it feels like you have known Jenna for ages. Was that possibly due to the fact that you have been one of her biggest fans for the past few years… maybe, but the connection between the two of you was still undeniable.

Throughout dinner, you find yourself drifting between states of pure joy, and of pure disbelief. Your eyes were essentially glued to Jenna, captivated by her beauty and how, despite being in the spotlight for so many years, she has managed to maintain her humanity, and is just as sweet, and as caring as she appears on screen. Never in your life did you picture yourself here, essentially living your dream. You had your dream job, which allowed you to meet incredible people and travel to incredible places, and you were on a date with your dream girlfriend. You have no idea what you did to deserve this, but there is nothing you wouldn’t do to preserve it.

Which is why, after dinner, you refused to let your night end there. “I’m going to be completely honest with you, I don’t want tonight to end yet. Like I refuse.” her eyes softened at your statement, “What do you say to going on a walk? I know a cute park not too far from here?” Her eyes seem to study you for a moment, almost admiring you - again how is this happening? you have no idea. “I’d love to.” she replied softly. “Perfect”.

After paying the bill, the two of you got up from your seats and headed to the door, thanking the staff along the way. You made sure to walk ahead to hold the door open for her as she exited, receiving an adoring smile for your efforts. “M’lady” you joked, bowing as she walked out laughing with you following swiftly on her tail. Walking out together, you are met with the bitter cold of the night air, the gentle gusts of wind rustling the trees that line the streets. “This way. It’s not too far” you explain, gesturing in the direction of the park, one you often went to when you needed a moment of solitude.

The night had mellowed out as you walked to the park, entertained by relaxed chatter and simply basking in each others presence. Somewhere along the way, Jenna had slipped her hand into yours, your fingers interlocking intimately. The moment you felt her touch, a warmth spread throughout your chest as your lips broke into a giddy smile. Once again you found yourself in a state of pure disbelief. You would think that at this point it would have sunk in, yet how anyone could ever get used to living their dream you would never understand. How Jenna Ortega picked you, of all people, to ask out on a date, you would never understand.

As you approach the park, your thumb brushing over her knuckles, you guide her towards your favourite spot. Walking through the quiet park, although almost eerie, brings you an incredible sense of calmness as you walk through the all too familiar paths. You eventually lead Jenna towards a large tree that overlooks a quiet lake. It was on a bench under said tree that you often spent your afternoons, sat listening to music and trying to escape from the world.

You give Jenna’s hand a reassuring squeeze as you lead her over to said bench, hoping it would also offer her the feeling of tranquility it so often offered you. As you sit on the bench, looking out onto the dimly lit lake, the wind and leaves playing a sweet melody above your heads, you feel calm. Noticing Jennas slight shivering next to you, you are quick to take off your jacket and wrap it around her shoulders, earning an appreciative smile from the girl. “It’s beautiful” she whispers, her attention directed to the lake in-front of her, the reflection of the dim park lights reflecting off of it’s calm surface. “Yeah it is” you reply just as faintly.

Except you weren’t talking about the lake. Or the park. The only thing you could focus on, was her. Sat next to you with your jacket wrapped around her shoulders, the faint lights reflecting off her features perfectly, looking ethereal against the dull glow. Eventually noticing your gaze, she turns her head to look at you, her brown eyes meeting your e/c ones. Your admiration for her must have been obvious as her face softens, her eyes even glancing towards your lips. “Did you mean it?” she asks in a faint whisper. “Did I mean what?” “The tweets. Did you mean them?” your lips twitch into a slight smile at the mention of your tweets, the very things that brought you to this moment. “Every single word” you confess.

Now it was your turn to glance at her lips, watching as she subtly catches her bottom lip between her teeth. Even in the faint light, her face still glowed as you admired it, adjusting yourself as you slowly begun to close the distance. With one last hesitant look at her eyes, which were still locked on your lips, you brought your hands up, resting them on her cheeks, and leaned in, connecting your lips in a slow, gentle kiss. Jenna sighs softly as her hands wrap delicately around your neck. At first tentative, you begin to move your lips against hers. As she reciprocates, it feels like the world has stopped. You forget everything. You experience real peace. You feel nothing but her. You just want the time to stop. In that moment, you feel almost certain that you must be dreaming.

As you part, breathless, your lips, which already ache at the lack of her warmth, crack into a smile as your eyes meet hers once again. “Come back to mine?” you question hesitantly with a chuckle, watching as her smile grows as she grabs ahold of your hands. “I’d like that”

-———————————————taglist——————————————-

@nitchxhdc @emeraldevan @looseheartedlady @the-night-owl-blr @badassjaguar @txmxav @oh-thats-cute @blckrwidow @cacciatricediartemide @flaiire1805

[taeraeszn]

hello! ur blog is one of my favorites to keep up with :D if it is okay to request, maybe a “zb1 reaction to reader wearing revealing clothes” hyung line only if adding the maknaes would be too inappropriate, i am not too sure? have a great day <3

zb1's reaction to reader wearing revealing clothes (hyung line)

hi guys!! ik im late but happy 2024!! i hope to deliver you guys more things this year <3 ngl i was a bit worried about releasing this since i am quite literally breaking my own rules but i thought why not and do this request!

this is only including the hyung line so gunwook and yujin are not included (ik gunwook literally turned 19 today but i still don't feel comfortable writing suggestive things for him)

warnings: EXPLICIT, mentions of lingerie and wearing revealing things, hella suggestive, may have spelling errors, most of the members are horny 😭

note: the reader leans more towards afab in this + these reactions are kinda long :)

kim jiwoong

jiwoong just came back from a long day of work and needed u in his arms

but what he wasn't expecting was to see you in clothing that showed off your skin and was much more revealing than anything you had ever worn before

you were just chilling on the couch watching your k-drama, totally unaware of his presence in your apartment

it actually caused him to stop in the middle of the hallway to look at you

his eyes literally went: O_O

but this cat got intrigued and got closer to you

"hi love..." he said then taking off his winter jacket. you turned around and jumped off the couch to hug him.

"i've missed you!" jiwoong would be lying if he said that he didn't feel shy putting his hands on you this time, rather than how he usually does

"me too, what's with this outfit?" he looked down but shyly looked up. you giggled, finally noticing that he saw you in this fit.

"oh this? i recently bought it. does it look good?" you struck a pose but this only caused jiwoong to be more red in the face.

"i-it looks great on you, amazing, perfect. i have no words." you playfully hit his shoulder in response to his words

"i know you love it! it's cute seeing you like this!"

"ok ok. but now that i've seen you in this, is it cool if we can go to the bedroom?"

"JIWOONG!"

rest of the hyung line under the cut!

zhang hao

so hao wasn't really expecting much, he came back from a hefty flight as zb1 were performing in another country for an event

however!! he got to head to your place when it was near midnight, he just felt better sleeping in your arms rather than at the dorm. you were chill with him coming too!

he knew he'd sleep better with you beside him :)

cue to hao entering the apartment where it was completely dark inside. his feet naturally led him to your room where he slowly opened the door to reveal your body covered up in your huge blanket as you were fast asleep

hao immediately smiled, you were the cutest thing to him. he made his way to the other side of the bed where he hopped in and wrapped his arms around you like he always does

but...it felt different this time. he didn't feel any fabric. hao then steadily lifted up the blanket to reveal you in just your undergarments.

when i tell you he almost lost his shit, he really did. right away he felt his body begin heating up and he resisted the urge to wake you up

"am i dreaming?" he thought. but nope, it was real. he cursed at his flight for taking so long since he could've seen you in it before you fell asleep

"you look so stunning..." he mumbled, gently manuvering his hands around your figure and then leaving a kiss on your shoulder.

he then wondered, was this a surprise for him? it was rare that he got to see you like this so he was cherishing the moment

"i love you so much my love. i won't disturb your sleep." he ended with then covering himself with the sheets and spooning you in his arms

though the next morning would be incredibly different

sung hanbin

it was your birthday and you had came back from work, you somehow forgot it was your birthday and jumped when confetti fell on you as the door opened.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" hanbin exclaimed, then coming to kiss your cheek

"thank you babe...i completely forgot." you smiled, he giggled then led you to the living room where you both sat down. "glad i could help you remember!" hanbin couldn't say it earlier since he was already out the door when you awoke this morning

"this is for you!" a present box now rested on your lap as you looked down. it was wrapped perfectly with your favorite colors

"what is this?" you noticed the shape of it was a square and that it wasn't too big but not too small.

"your gift. open it!" you ripped the wrapping open (which you felt bad for) to reveal a box inside that hid the item underneath it. as you pulled the top off, your eyes widened to reveal a piece of lingerie.

"h-hanbin what..." you held it in your hands and there wasn't much material, it was clearly meant to be revealing.

"i thought it would look great on you." he complimented. you suggested trying it on and hanbin wasn't going to stop you but asked if you were sure you wanted to. you agreed and left to change in the bedroom.

as hanbin anticipated the reveal, the door opened and you shyly came out in the small material. trying to look confident as you walked towards him. "what do you think?"

hanbin was speechless as his mouth was left wide open. he tried to make out words to say but none of it could as he took in how beautiful you looked. without saying anything, he got closer to you and wrapped his arms around your body then kissing you on the lips.

"you always know how to blow me away. i have no words to describe how amazing you look." his words melted you as you sunk your face into his chest, "thank you bin.."

"always my love."

seok matthew

you saw someone on tiktok come into their significant other's room with revealing clothing on while they're busy doing something and that got you curious.. how would your boyfriend matthew react to that?

so to answer that question you decide to buy the most revealing thing you found online and surprise matthew with it

it happened to be like any other day but matthew had his day off and came to visit you. he was watching youtube, totally oblivious to what you were about to pull

the clothing was definitely something, way too revealing but you knew matthew would be over the moon seeing u in it

as you stood outside the room with only a door separating you two, you felt your heart beat increase but nonetheless stood confidently

and then...baam! the door opens to matthew on the bed while being completely absorbed into his phone screen

"hey matt~" you sang. he looked up, "yeah what's up-" then paused.

nothing was said in that moment as he was in disbelief while staring at you, now mesmerized

"is it a special event today?" he barely let out. you giggled then shook your head, "nope! just wanted to surprise you. what do you think?" you twirled around in it, even giving him a view from behind.

he put his hand over his heart, feeling his heart beating rapidly. "you really know how to make me go insane don't you?" he got closer to place a kiss on your lips

"i hope it's a good type of insane." you smirked. with his hands now holding yours, he guided you to the bed and you laid under him as he hovered over top of you

"well, it's not like i'll be able to see this everyday so i will enjoy ever chance i get." was the last thing he said before shutting the door, making you realize what would happen behind closed doors in this sweet setting.

kim taerae

"it's not that bad taerae c'mon!" you exclaimed. though taerae begged to differ as he was trying to tug you away from the store

"no! let's go somewhere else, this is..." he couldn't finish his sentence and just sighed with his hands still holding onto the cuffs of your jacket.

“what?… don’t tell me you’re shy to go into a victoria’s secret!” despite him denying it, taerae turning around to hide his flushed cheeks gave it away.

“n-no! well, i’ve never been in one before!” you pulled taerae inside and began walking around the crowded area

just then, a pink set of lingerie caught your eye and you rushed to the mannequin displaying it in it’s full glory

“oh this is so cute! should i get it?” you asked your boyfriend who was taking glances around the place while trying to hide behind displays

“huh? oh yeah looks nice.” you sighed and dragged taerae to where the fitting rooms were and told him to stay there while you changed to try it on

taerae began playing with his fingers as the waiting game began until you came out. however he was thrilled at the thought of seeing you in such clothing that barely covered up anything.

“love? how is it?” he asked though the door was blocking your view of him. you giggled, “it’s great! look!” you then opened the door ajar.

taerae’s eyes widen in panic as he quickly covered the space that someone could see you from. his heart then began pounding as he saw your figure wearing what was previously displayed. it was perfect, he thought.

“wow…” with more confidence taerae walked into the fitting room though you protested and told him not to.

“you look great, you shine in it.” you looked in the mirror once again, striking a few poses

“you think?” he nodded and hugged you from behind as he held your hands

“hundred percent, i would love to see you in this more.” his hands gently caressed your sides

even then your body began to heat up, “w-well…i’ll buy it then. but you need to get out! someone will know were both in here!”

he smirked, “i don’t mind that.”

shen ricky

you just came back from a long but fun day of shopping with your friends. your arms were sore from holding all the bags with clothing inside

you told ricky you wanted to go shopping so he basically handed you his card and told you to go for it. he always joked that it was unlimited and you could buy anything so that's exactly what you did

luckily for you ricky was at home watching some tv when you arrived

"ricky, i'm home!" he helped you with the bags and put them down in the living room

he noticed the one bag that stood out from the rest, it wasn’t too big as it had only one item inside

“hm, what's this?” he picked it up and looked inside to see an unexpected item. needless to say, you had never seen ricky’s eyes widen that big before ever

“oh that? it’s just something that caught my eye while i was shopping!” you explained then pulling it out of the bag to reveal the small piece of clothing

ricky couldn’t believe it and asked if he could see it so you handed it to him and the man was in awe

as his eyes went up and down, he got closer to you and handed it back, “can i see it on you…please?”

you giggled, “only because you asked nicely.” then left the room leaving ricky to wait on the sofa. but it didn’t take long until you came out in front of him

ricky was living for you in this as his eyes lit up immediately

“you look great!” he exclaimed, now getting up to pull you into his warm embrace

“you really think so?” you gazed at the piece on you. it definitely wasn’t okay to wear in public but ricky was living for it

especially since only he could see you in it

“i mean you look amazing in anything…or in nothing.”

“RICKY!”

kim gyuvin

gyuvin was on tour and that left you all alone for the past whole month. this was just the start as this was a world tour that was going to be for months! though you were insanely proud of your boyfriend’s achievements, you really missed his presence in the house and wanted to surprise him

as you scavenged through your closet, you managed to find a piece of clothing that was extremely tight and revealing, very scandalous, but you loved it! as you tried it on, it still hugged your body warmly

you knew gyuvin was in his hotel since he’d tell you almost everything of what was happening, and so you opened your phone to facetime your bambi bf

with only one ring he answered where you saw him laying in bed, turned on his side as if he’d just gotten to rest

“hi gyu!” you opened with. from the angle you were sitting in, he couldn’t tell what you were wearing yet.

“hi! what are you up to?” you two conversed for a bit with just a conversation about your day and whatnot. you were waiting for the right time to reveal it and just as his hotel roommate left the room, you decided to hatch your plan

“hey gyu, look.” you switched the angle to now be fully showing your body and you swore that gyuvin nearly fell off that damn bed

“WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!” he yelled through the phone, loud enough to turn down your volume

“oh this? i dunno i was bored and found it in my closet. i wanted to show you it since you deserve a gift after working so hard.”

“yeah, it is a great gift…UGH NOW MY CHEEKS ARE ALL RED BECAUSE OF YOU!” he shouted. you could now hear someone telling him to be quiet on the other end causing you to giggle

“well have a good rest yeah?” your fingers formed to create a heart shape to which he did the same back, “i don’t think i will after seeing that. it’ll be all i think about.”

“i’ll always be here if you want to see it again.” you joked. “i will definitely bother you for it again, but not now since i’m too tired. goodbye luv!” he waved to you.

“bye gyu” <3

[barcalover86]

End of beginning

A never-ending friendship

Book

Chapter four

Your body suddenly can't move.

What the hell did you do last night?

Bia is still sleeping in bed with your new friends besides her, and you are the only one awake. You were trying to remember what happened after the game, but nothing was coming out of your mind.

You weren't that stupid to send him a n*de.. or were you?

But if that happened, someone would have stopped you. But on the other side, all of you were drunk and immature.

And if you really sent him a n*de of yourself , then it will be all over Internet. Just like the other photos of you two together.

You screwed up bad..

Finding the courage to open up his messages alone, not wanting to wake anyone up this early in the morning, you are even more shocked when you see his text.

Before you click on the photo he sent you, you read what he wrote you.

I am happy that you looked at the match, and I'm also sorry for the gossip that it's going around right now. I hope I didn't cause damage to your relationship.

Relationship? What relationship?

You were the one who thought that you made Gavi and his girlfriend break up. But he was thinking something completely untrue. You don't have a boyfriend and you never did.

Right now, you were trying to think who could be that boy he saw you with. But as you were trying to remember who he was, you suddenly realised that he also sent you a photo.

You opened your phone again, tapping to his account.

When you counted to three, you clicked on his photo, and your heart melted at his sight.

It was a selfie of him and Lewandowski, smiling at you. He also wrote on it that brought us good luck .

That? What that?

Now you begin to think again what picture could you have sent him to.

And if somehow it was a n*ude.. did he really show it to everyone else around him?

But you weren't the type of person to do that. Even when drunk. It just wasn't your personality.

So.. your photo brought him luck? You smiled a bit.

Oh, and then you realised that Gavi actually texted you. Well, you texted him first, but he replied.

And he was also having you at his following list. That's.. Nice. You smile once again.

"Bia, wake up!"

"Hm?"

"Gavi texted me!"

When everyone heard that, they all got up immediately.

"He did what?" asked Lucas.

"He texted me, look."

"Screenshot his photo," Bia said, and before you could stop her, Lucas already did a screenshot on your phone.

"What! No, now he's going to see it!!!!"

"And? It's better than not having the photo? I bet he made it by himself just for you."

You think about it. Maybe..

"Uhhh" you groaned, sitting on your bed. "Do I have to reply to him?"

"What's even with that question? Of course you have to!?"

"But what do I say?"

"Just, I don't know. Congrats on your win?" Liam says.

"But then he'll let her on seen." Laura interrupts. "It has to be something like, congrats to your win, you did amazing. How are you feeling after the game?"

"Of course he feels happy, they won?"

"Bia, I mean if he is tired or in good shape. Maybe he got injured, which I don't think so. He'll get the question, right, Lucas?"

He looks at her while thinking what to answer.

"Boys often misinterpret questions like that."

You nodded. "Then what do I say?"

"In my opinion, you should really add the congratulations part. It's important." Lucas says. "Boys like to feel important and appreciated.

"Ok, so first I'm saying congrats. After?"

Silence. Everyone is thinking.

"Should I go with something like I hope your training goes good today?"

"Ah, I don't know-"

"I got it!!!" Laura says. "Just reply to his photo with a photo and you can add there the text you want to say. He'll sure be curious on your photo."

"Yesss! That's it! But I have to be pretty. Everyone, help me!!"

They all helped you with a pretty outfit, your hair and makeup, and after about 1 hour, you were ready to take the picture.

Smiling widely, you sent a photo of you saying congratulations on your win, guys. you did amazing. visca barça.

Perfect. Now you wait.

..................................................................................

Today, waiting for his reply, you walked around Barcelona, chatting and laughing. You stopped near your friends' restaurant and started singing and dancing traditional Spanish songs until the L family was ready to close.

All the time you were looking at your phone, hoping for a text from Gavi who seemed like wouldn't come.

When you said your goodbyes, you and Bia went to drink something near your hotel. When you were talking about your future college, your phone buzzed, and you freezed.

"So??"

You look at her with a big smile.

"Gavi."

"I wanna see, I wanna see!"

Bia was whining just like a little kid, but you were also so excited to read his text.

Well, he sent you another photo.

He seemed like he was in a bedroom, assuming it was his, smiling into the camera and having his thumb up. He was adorable.

If you want more photos of me, tell me. You don't have to screenshot. Also, you didn't tell me about your boyfriend. Is he mad?

"He is definitely flirting with you!"

"I don't know.."

"Well he totally is. Reply to him."

You took a quick photo of you, with your orange juice on your hands, smiling sweetly.

I'm sorry about that. A friend of mine screenshoted it accidentally. And about my relationship, I don't know where that came from. I'm single.

After 5 minutes, he replied.

"Wow, y/n. He is quick. I told you he is into you!"

Now, it was a photo with half of his face saying my bad, sorry. so are you still asking for pictures?

You did a similar picture as he did last time, and wrote first of all, I didn't ask for any pictures, second of all wouldn't your girlfriend be upset that you are talking with me?

"Are you sure you want to send that?" Bia asked you.

"Well even if he is Pablo Gavi, if he has a girl at home, he has to right not talk to other girls."

After about 20 minutes, he replied.

The photo was again with half of his face saying that are u jealous, y/n?

You blushed hard.

"Ooooo, he is flirting with youu."

"Shut up, he is typing.:

"Let's get home. We can't stay here for another hour. We also have to look for colleges."

You nodded and while you were walking back to your hotel, you were looking intensely at your phone.

Right when he was about to send his text, your mom was calling you.

You groaned hard while Bia was laughing.

"Yes?"

"Hi, sweetheart. How are you?"

"Mama, I'm kinda busy. I'll call you later, ok?"

"Did something happen? Are you ok?"

"Yes, don't worry. We are heading to our hotel. I'll call you there, ok? Bye."

"Bye, don't forget to!"

After ending the call, you go to see what Gavi said.

You blushed even harder.

"Whatt???? I wanna see too."

Yes, I am a footballer, but I don't cheat. I don't have a girlfriend and I didn't have one recently either. I think you know a lot about me, but I just know your name. Wanna meet me tomorrow at 13 after my training to show you the museum from Camp Nou? I promise I won't steal you. Bring a friend if you want. I'll bring Fermin too.

"Say yes, say yes, say yes!"

"I don't know, Bia. I feel like it's happening too fast."

"It's the right time, trust me. When fo you want him to ask you out. A day before we return home? Say yes!"

You slowly nodded, accepting his offer." You'll come with me."

"You didn't have to ask." she says super excited.

See you then.

You replied.

He liked your message.

"Today we have to go shopping. We need new chlotes."

[joelsmochi]

Us Against the World

A/N: How easy is it to come back after a 4 month (unplanned) hiatus? Not easy. At all. Sorry for my absence darlings, a lot has been going on from moving to health issues to new jobs… It’s been so hectic that I am willing to admit that this piece of garbage was also being worked on over the entire 4 months I hadn’t posted. This was all I could conjure up, but I wanted to polish this off so I could move onto the next project, so I also apologize for how rushed this one kind of ends + it doesn’t have the same lighthearted tone as the first 2 parts. Regardless I hope you enjoy reading (don’t judge it too critically… I’m begging.) Also I think when I pasted this it got rid of my italicized and bolded words -.- (i am serious about italics)

warnings: 18+, kinda mean!jealous!insecure!joel, cclg/ddlg [attitude] dynamic, punishment (but it’s really a reward ;]), angst, more panty kink, some useless scenes, chance of getting caught, a little sadness and a bit cheesy, lazily proofread so expect grammar issues + typos!, i don’t wanna spoil so it ends there byeee (let me know if i missed any please!)

wc: 10k (will the length make up for how bad it is? no? ok >.<)

Read part 1 here, and part 2 here.

The bar was filled with laughter and short applause from people winning their games. It smelled slightly of stale alcohol and oak wood.

You had just walked in with Joel behind you. As you were taking in your surroundings, Joel had already seen a guy or two look you up and down. He chose not to say anything. They weren’t worth the trouble.

You both sat at the bar and ordered two beers though you weren’t necessarily trying to getting drunk tonight. You just wanted to keep your promise of making him jealous.

He didn’t think you’d actually go through with it, but when he saw your eyes go from your fresh drink to scanning the men around the bar he knew he was in for a real treat.

“You’re serious ‘bout this?” He rhetorically asked.

You only gave him part of a smile and a shrug to say and what if I am?

He half rolled his eyes and sipped his beer, immediately grimacing at its subpar taste.

“Fine. Do whateeeeever you want, little girl. Just like you always do,” he said. “Gon’ and dance for other guys. I don’t give a damn.”

You glared at him when he called you a little girl, keening a dark chuckle from him. He was poking the bear inside you, waiting for the moment you would choose to give up on your cunning idea.

You stood up out of spite and slowly walked over to a man roughly your age, clad in some lousy outfit that somehow made him stand out to you.

The teasing smirk Joel was wearing replaced itself with a scowl. You swore you felt him shooting daggers into your back as you whispered in the younger man’s ear.

“Wanna dance?”

The boy looked at you with excitement and surprise, bashfully nodding and following you when you pulled him next to the other dancing couples.

You pressed your back into his and looked everywhere except for where Joel was sitting, swaying your hips in sync with your dance partner and occasionally pressing back into his crotch gently.

Joel stared long and hard at the boy who was just using the curve of your ass to jerk off, yet when his eyes wandered to you, all he could do was think about using you like that, only with fewer clothes on.

The song ended and Joel thought it would be the end of your shenanigans; he watched as you whispered in the young man’s ear again, and once you pulled away he motioned for his friend to come over.

Another young man approached the front of you, and you gave him a flirty smile as your arms linked around his neck.

Joel was gritting his teeth so hard he was sure he heard one crack. He wanted to keep his cool, not give you the satisfaction, but watching you dance for men that were your age when he was already insecure about being thirteen years older than you pissed him off.

He knew you were just having fun, but fucking hell.

He hated seeing those idiots practically fucking hump you in the middle of the bar. They were feral and inadequate compared to Joel who knew they could never take care of you the way you needed to be taken care of.

Joel had about enough when the boy in front of you began slipping his thumbs underneath your baby tee and saw how it made you tense up so he reached in his wallet for cash to pay for the drinks. Then, he stomped over you and grabbed your arm, snatching your body from between the two men.

“Fuckin’ idiots,” Joel growled at them before pulling you behind him. He felt you resisting his grip after entering the parking lot so he grabbed your hips and picked you up. He sat you in the passenger seat then got in himself, driving back home without saying a word.

You knew you were in for it.

Once you two made it to his place you were trying to get Joel to speak to you. He just gave you a hard look and tossed you over his shoulder without further resistance; he carried you to his bedroom, sat down, and forced you to bend over in his lap.

“I’m sorry, Jo—ow!”

He had landed a firm slap across the back of your thigh and then broke the zipper on your shorts from yanking them down. Your hips ached from the waistband digging into your bones. You tried wiggling from his grasp causing him to grab a fistful of your hair and yank it back.

He smoothed a hand over the peaks of your ass for a few seconds, not wanting to hurt his precious girl.

But then he remembered how you left him without a care in the world just to spite him.

He gave you another spank that burned furiously against your flesh and forced a cry out of your throat.

“I’ll never do it again,” you pleaded, “I swear! Joel—“

Another smack.

“Fuckin’ damn right, you won’t,” he grunted, watching your ass color red. “You wanna fuck some dumb college boy, huh?”

You whimpered and waved your feet around desperately.

Smack! “Answer me when I ask you a question. Do you wanna fuck people your own fucking age?”

You shook your head frighteningly fast, waving your feet around more as if it would get him to release your hair but his grip only tightened. “No, Joel! I only want you—just you. Please, Joel, I’m sorry.”

He tugged at your panties, not too harshly, just gently enough to create a wedge between your cheeks. You were thankful he didn’t notice your eyes roll back and the soft moan that left you from the friction against your throbbing clit and asshole.

“My ol’ ass not enough for you? S’that it?” He whispered in your ear.

“Of course not—“

He popped you again from your words before pulling your panties up again, hating how you said it like it should have been obvious.

He watched you grind into the taut cloth, humping his knee. Although it was a subconscious movement from your body it didn’t stop him from letting out a humorous laugh.

“So fucking needy, ain’t ya?” He cooed, releasing the fabric and trailing a thick finger down the wet spot in your panties. “M’over here punishin’ you and you’re fucking my leg.”

“M’sorry,” you mumbled.

“You like it when I spank you?” He cooed in your ear; you nodded and he chuckled softly, tickling the hairs along your neck. “Yeah?”

“I like it when—… When you pull my panties,” you bashfully admit. “Feels good.”

He slowly let your hair go and cradled your jaw softly to keep your head up. With a smirk, he toyed with the linings of your panties. “You like when I hurt that pretty little ass a’yours?”

You hummed, taking one of his fingers in your mouth. He circled the pad of his middle finger around the rim of your clothed asshole, letting out a hum or a chuckle every time he felt it pulse.

“You’re gonna be good from now on, girl?”

“Yes, Joel,” you whispered against his fingers, spit drooling into his palm.

“Good,” he hummed softly, “good.”

“Can you,” you paused, unsure of why you were still acting shy. “Can you please pull my panties again?”

He happily obliged, starting a little gentler this time. He watched the shadow of your face contort with pleasure while you moaned softly, grinding your clit into his knee some more.

He watched one of your swollen pussy lips escape from the constriction so he pulled them some more to make the other lip appear.

You moaned at the thin fabric being engulfed by your cunt, clenching so more of your juices oozed out.

You felt his finger gently slip beneath the fabric to rub your wet entrance. You exhaled at his long finger slipping inside of you, collecting your slick before sliding it up to your asshole to circle it briefly.

He removed his finger and snuggled your panties up more. The friction stung your skin deliciously. He landed a smack on your ass cheek with the noise piercing your ears; you yelped and flinched, seductively laughing afterward.

Joel noticed the outline of his hand appearing along your flesh, red and bruised. He kneaded it with his palm and told you to bend over the edge of his bed. Once you were on your stomach again you felt him pull your shorts off of you completely, then your panties. His hands warmed over your thighs, grazing your ass and touching your lower back. He pressed his thumbs in slightly to massage you there for a few seconds before he slid his hands back down again to spread your ass.

You held your lip between your teeth throughout his touches, not wanting to make any noises in case he wanted you quiet.

The cool arousal leaving your body dripped down to your clit almost making you flinch from the temperature difference. Your pussy was clenching around nothing, seeking his fingers or his tongue or his cock — anything. His laugh was taunting and raspy, seeing how desperate you were for him.

"Such a needy girl, hmm?" He took a deep breath leaning into your flesh; his tongue scooped up your juices from your clit to your ass in one long, heavy lick. You gasped, surprised by the sudden contact. You were left disappointed when he didn’t continue lapping at you, but a rush of joy ran through you at the sound of his belt unbuckling behind you.

He heard your simpering little giggle, smiling at how cute it sounded but still popping your right ass cheek where you had begun to bruise. You hissed, chewing on your lip while he undressed from the waist down.

He teased his length along your slit, spreading your wetness upwards and slapping his fat tip roughly against the tight ring of muscle.

And it fucking hurt, more than you were expecting, but judging by Joel’s chuckle he already knew it would.

You understood his need to humiliate you. That was the whole reason for doing what you did. You wanted him to have his way with you just as you had a few nights ago.

But you hurt his feelings more than you expected to and much more than he would like to admit.

He slapped your puckering hole even harder to elicit a response from you, satisfied when you groaned his name.

“Joooel, that hurts.”

He lined up with your pussy, not quite touching you yet. His only response was, “Good,” before shoving his thick cock inside of you.

You screamed at him tearing your walls apart with cruelty, clenching furiously around him to try and adjust quicker.

But he wouldn’t let you.

He pulled out of you to watch your muscles flex for a second, then rammed back inside of you; he stayed as deep as he could.

After ensuring your stomach would remain glued to the bed his lips pressed a wet kiss to the rim of your ear. He listened to your soft cries, feeling your hips wriggle beneath him.

“You gonna be good for me?” He asked again.

You panted with annoyance and told him, “If you fucking ease up on me.”

It was an absentminded comment with consequences you’d be dealing with for days. Joel just clicked his tongue at you and dug his hips into your flesh deeper. His cockhead nudged your cervix serving up a mixture of pain and pleasure throughout your stomach.

He didn’t want to be too mean, however, so he pulled back and pushed his weight into your lower back from his palms. Your stomach being smooshed into the bed made the impacts of his thrusts feel deeper than they were.

Your precum enthusiastically coated his shaft, lubing your entrance as he rammed into you. Your voice was breathy as you spoke.

“Joel—th-that feels… That feels good.” Your eyelids hung low creating a blurry line of vision, head bobbing from his stuttering hips.

“You like getting fucked like a slut?” He spat to which you confirmed. “S’that why you act like one?”

You admitted your faults, not wanting him to ease up on you.

“You wanna fucking dance on someone again?”

You didn’t respond, too immersed in how good he was touching you.

He grunted, pulling out of you leaving strings of your precum mixed with his hanging; he flipped you around and wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, using his other hand to hold you at the base of your spine. He lifted you off of the bed, making you yelp.

Once he got into a comfortable position he removed his hand from your neck, showing you how strong he was being able to hold you up on his own. Your legs looped around his waist as he stood tall, your hands clinging to the broad peaks of his shoulders.

“Look at me,” he whispered; not wanting to be scolded again you lazily obliged. He laughed like a bully at your worn-out expression. “You’re so pretty like this, already fucked out like you can’t handle it.”

“Too much,” you complained against his lips in a short breath.

His hips snapped into yours, jolting your eyes wide open. “I don’t care. You wanted to act like a slut, so you’re gonna have to get fucked like one.”

“Joel—“

He shut you up by shoving his free fingers into your mouth, while the nails of his other hand dug into your back.

He didn’t want to hear your apologies anymore, or your complaints. He wanted you to shut up and take it, like a good fucking girl.

He saw the hindrance of innocence in your eyes that tried to beckon his forgiveness. He ignored it, meeting you with a punishing frown. The heavyweight stare riddled your nerves with anxiety — you didn’t want to disappoint him again.

He ravaged your attitude, breaking you down until he got his way with you just like you had all this time.

“You gonna be a good girl?” He asked again, shoving his fingers further back. You hummed into his hand and nodded, eyes as wide as saucers. He gasped when you twirled your tongue around his digits, slurping up the taste of his flesh. “You like that?”

“Mmhmmm.”

He experimented by pushing his fingers deeper, hitting the back of your throat; you gagged and coughed, but bit down on his knuckles so that he wouldn’t take them out.

His thrusts slowed because he was too focused on feeling your throat, something that felt entirely different against his fingers versus his cock.

Seeking his approval, you took this as an opportunity to fuck yourself on him. With your shaky fingers pressing into his shoulder blades you lifted you rocked your hips up and down, clenching around his length often.

“Look at’cha… You need to cum baby?” His fingers left your mouth indicating he wanted a verbal response.

“Yes, please,” you whimpered. “I’ll be good for you.”

“You’ll be good?”

“Yes. Fuck—yes. I’ll be so good for you, Joel. I promise. I’ll be a good girl for you.”

He moaned at your cunt gripping him, smiling at how you humped him. You couldn’t hide your deprivation from him any longer, but he wanted you to earn it.

“Put your fingers in your mouth,” he instructed, smirking when you did so immediately. He gripped your ass with both of his wide hands to steady you. “Yeah, there you go. S’pretty like this…”

Your hair was glued to the sweat on your face and your eyes were low with a wave of tears waiting to spill onto your cheeks. Your teeth waned behind your red lips as you gurgled from choking on your saliva.

“You’re so pretty for me, princess,” he cooed; despite the softness in his voice, his tone was still suggestive of his anger.

He was on the verge of forgiving you, but he still wasn’t quite there yet.

Your arms and core were growing weaker the harder you worked your body on his, but you were so determined to cum — and to do it on his command.

“Tell me how pretty you are,” he said with a devilish grin widening.

You were a little lost — what exactly did he want?

“Hmm?” You hummed, unintentionally slowing down.

“Tell me… How pretty you are,” he said again.

“Um…” Your mind was blank, God, Joel could really fuck you stupid, couldn’t he? “I’m—I’m so pretty,” you whispered.

You couldn’t think of what to say.

Maybe if I compliment myself the way Joel does…

“You like how pretty I am for you?” You asked. “All fucked out from your cock?”

His eyes rolled shut as he let out an obscenely long groan.

He liked that, you thought.

“I look so pretty with your cock stretching me out, don’t I? Hmm, yes, fuck—ah! You make me so pretty when you let me fuck myself on you, Joel—gah! Do you—fuck. Do you wanna see how pretty I am when I cum like this?”

His eyes shot open at the proposal, the only words his mind was able to compute being, “Yes, princess. Yes, yes, cum for me—mnh, God. You feel so fucking good.”

His words were encouraging enough to keep you going, long enough to light that fire that tickled you red.

“Show me how fuckin’ pretty you look when you cum for me, baby.”

Your ass stung from him squeezing where his punishment landed, adding fuel to your rising orgasm.

He saw it spread across your precious body: your eyes wavering between open and close, your mouth pouting with his name leaving your tight throat, your nipples peaking, goosebumps flaring across your entire body.

You were flushed red and heaving and Joel couldn’t look away. You looked so ethereal, wrapping your fluttering pussy around the base of his dick and grinding in circular motions.

Pins and needles poked your arms from holding your weight, but the climax felt too good to let up so soon. You were sensitive, knotty, and engulfed in the stillness you were finally able to have.

“My pretty girl,” Joel whispered sweetly.

You opened your lazy eyes, giving him a soft smile. “Show me how pretty you are when you cum,” you said against his lips.

He took a moment to catch his breath before propping his arms underneath your thighs one by one. Your body thanked you for the relief.

Your cunt squelched cum onto his balls while the air thickened with the aroma of sex and sweat.

So sleepy, you felt as he continued to drive his hips into you, but he was so handsome in the low light of the moon. You felt your soul tie to his own, blending your orgasm into admiration for the man.

This was anything but the casual agreement you two had come to weeks ago, but fuck was it well worth it. His jealousy was a sign of a weakness he only possessed when it came to you.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whispered with need. You wrapped your hands around his jawline and pressed his lips against yours.

The slip of your tongue against his was nasty. It was fucking filthy. You licked each other anywhere you could reach, coating one another in saliva as if to mark your territories.

Joel whimpered against your lips, admitting his arrival in the middle of the kiss. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I—…”

His mouth parted as he brought you impossibly close to his body, and he felt a knee nearly give out from the intensity of his orgasm. He drifted his body to the floor so he could sit on his knees, not wanting to drop you.

His thrusts were small and deep as he continued ruining your sore walls with his ropes of cum.

Still entangled in a series of kisses, they simmered to a savory pace. You tasted each other and relished in the filthy mix of bodily fluids.

You’d never been so sweaty from sex in your life yet it felt so fucking amazing.

He pumped you so full of cum that even with his cock plugging you a little bit of it managed to leak out. You both smiled at the feeling and broke away from each other's lips.

With your head tossed back on the edge of his bed and his head resting on your chest, you just sat there in silence.

His hands gloss over your back and your fingers stroking the wet curls on his head. You wanted to stay here forever, clinging to him like a bear to a tree.

He pressed a kiss onto your collarbone before raising his head to look at you.

“You hungry?” He asked.

“Mm-hmm,” you moaned shut-eyed, obviously very tired from sex. He grunted from standing up again and laid you in the cold bed before grabbing your panties and slipping them back up your legs. You finished it for him, making sure they were snug against your entrance to keep the cum from spilling out too much.

“I’ll go get some takeout, princess.”

You hummed with a small smile at his new nickname for you, feeling him press a kiss to your temple before you fell into a deep slumber.



“What are you doin’?” Joel yawned as he entered the kitchen.

“I am making us eggs and only eggs because you have a poor selection of breakfast foods.”

He snickered, closing the space between you and wrapping his warm arms around your waist. “Well, thank you, princess,” he mumbled against the curve of your neck.

His fingers slipped beneath the shirt you borrowed from him and found the hem of your panties. You didn’t allow his hands to distract you as you spread the fluffy eggs out over two plates.

“I guess this…” His fingers slipped inside of your partially wet cunt, curling just the way you like. “…is my breakfast.”

You shivered as goosebumps poked your skin from the motion of his hand, and you smirked to yourself when his other hand tugged at your panties. Once they hit the ground he bent you over slightly to pull his cock out, gliding it along your slit to tease you. You turned the stove off and gripped the counter, careful to not burn yourself.

Not even a moment later you felt his velvety cock smack against the peak of your ass, and you moaned at how warm he felt against your cold flesh.

“Joel,” you exhaled. “You’re fucking ruining me.”

“Y’say it like it’s a bad thing,” he grunted whilst sliding inside of you.

You moaned, eyes closing softly. “Not at all.”

He rolled his hips slowly, careful not to break you any more than he did just the night before. His hot breath filled your ears with decadent compliments about how good you were for him and how much he wanted to show his appreciation.

Joel fought a moan every time he saw your eyelashes flutter shut and heard you sharply inhale between gritted teeth. His confession of admiration seemed to hold more weight than before. That knot inside of you gushes at his rasps of affection, pushing you toward the edge.

You focused on how he felt, every little thing he was doing: his left hand held you steady at your hip while his right stroked your hair calmly as if you were his new pet kitten. His hips curled into the shape of you as if his body was planting kisses anywhere you managed to still be bruised from his punishments. His thighs trembled against the back of your stiff legs, urging you to let go whenever you were ready, not quite rushing you.

His voice was staggering and cracking, the words I love you straining against his throat from him suffocating it with praises instead.

You knew all of the you’re doing so good f’me’s and you sound so beautiful’s and you look so pretty with my cock inside of you’s were just invulnerably hidden I love you’s, but it didn’t bother you.

You understood what he truly meant and that’s all you needed for now.

His lovely teeth nibbled into the valley of your ear earning a giggle from you; you were so close—so fucking close. You needed more.

You tried rubbing your swollen and throbbing clit yourself but it wasn’t enough. Joel’s need to take care of you radiated from the heat of his body and you craved more of his touch; you moved his hand from your hip to your stiff bud, guiding his fingers to perform the way you sought.

His fingers were strong and thick and just what you needed to overflow, clawing at his bicep, leaning your head back to rest upon his shoulder.

It felt so good to be held by him. A longing that burrowed itself into your soul resurfaced. Ready to be fulfilled by him.

His words turned into simpering little mewls of yes’s and cum for me’s as you clenched around him.

He knew you were just barely there and he was adamant on not changing his pace or patterns if it meant he could watch you crumble.

Joel’s right hand left your hair and held your agape jaw to keep your head from bobbing too much after one of your legs buckled and your grip around his muscles tightened. He increased the force of his thrusts emphasizing the sound of his hips clapping against your heated skin.

His body was aching from the lack of rest but every moan you let out was so soft and subtle that it motivated him to continue.

Your breathing was shallow, filled with whimpers since he wouldn’t ease up on your sore cunt, but you loved it. Your body craved the sin of secrecy that had Joel’s name written all over it.

All the sneaking around, lying, and pretending you two are nothing more than long-time neighbors made all of this worth it. The games. Chasing each other. Waiting days—if not weeks just for a kiss was the thrill of it all.

Deep down you knew it couldn’t last forever; it’d either have to come out or come to an end. But couldn’t you live in the fantasy just for a little while,

moaning Joel’s name a little longer,

feeling the thick cum etched between your bodies,

feeling him stiffen up or jolt whenever your breath hit his sensitive ears,

laughing every time he accidentally slipped out,

getting so carried away that you couldn’t hear anything else…

…Like the garage door opening.

“Oh! Shit!”

You and Joel immediately pulled away, shocked by the sudden boom of Tommy’s voice; with trembling legs, you struggled your underwear back up while Joel tried to tuck in what refused to be hidden.

“Sorry, guys, I didn’t…” Tommy’s voice trailed off as he looked over and realized it was… You?

Wearing one of Joel’s big t-shirts and some rainbow-striped socks, Tommy said your name as if he couldn’t believe it was you. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was kind of checking you out.

“Jesus, Tommy. Quit lookin’ at her like that,” Joel complained while ushering Tommy into the next room.

“Like what?”

“Like she’s a piece of meat.” Joel briefly looked back at you with those puppy eyes of his and asked if you were okay. You could only give him a tense nod in response.

You exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in before looking at the plate of now-cold eggs.

Embarrassed wasn’t even the word. Distress curled around every crevice in the pit of your stomach making you feel nauseous.

You inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, regaining enough composure to grab two forks from the utensils drawer and take them out to the living room where the two men sat and spoke.

“Here you go, Tommy,” you said sheepishly while trying to pretend that you weren’t avoiding eye contact. Turning to Joel you said, “I’m gonna head home.”

“You don’t have to leave ‘cus I’m here,” Tommy said, his apologetic tone emphasizing his indication. “I didn’t mean to impose or nothin’, it was… Just a surprise.”

“I gotta go shower and change my clothes anyways, so, uh…”

“Here, I’ll go help you get your things. I’ll be right back Tommy,” Joel said. You both walked up to Joel’s cluttered room where he shut the door softly and then apologized. “I forgot we picked up a job for today,” he explained.

“Well, I have been told I’m a pretty good distraction,” you teased, fumbling with last night’s clothes. He chuckled and watched as you got dressed, asking himself how it got to this point. “I probably can’t do anything until Sunday. My dad wants to take me to this new movie tomorrow, and then some event thingy Saturday.”

“Sunday, that’s…” Joel’s voice trailed off while he pretended to think about something.

You scoffed and narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before hitting his arm with his t-shirt. He caught hold of it and used it to bring you closer, the grin of a jester playing on his face.

“I’m kiddin’, princess. I know it’s your birthday,” he cooed against your lips. His kiss embraced your laughter and made him smile again, but this time much more humbly. “I got you a present—but if I give it t’ya now I’ll be empty-handed in two days.”

You cocked an eyebrow up and stared at his lips causing him to vapidly blush. “You won’t be empty-handed,” you whispered. You held his hand in yours and brought it next to your face.

“Oh?”

“Mmhmm, ‘cus I’ll make sure to keep both’a your hands busy,” you teased.

He watched carefully as you brought his index finger to your drooling mouth and took it in slowly. You somewhat forced his finger down your throat pretending it was his cock. You choked on the thick digit and pouted at him with your eyes.

He gasped at the textures of your narrow throat, frowning in a way that let you you’ve ignited something in him. He fought his moans harder than he ever needed to before, staring at you gag and slurp and slobber around his finger.

You curled your tongue against the webbing of his fingers and licked all of the excess spit up into your mouth with a swift bob of your head.

This made him bite his lip to shut himself up; you decided to not bully the poor man any longer and released his hand, smirking.

“You’re gonna regret that Sunday, princess. I’ll tell you that right now,” he threatened, however, his tone was full of defeat and his voice sounded higher from the strain of silencing moans.

“What are ya gonna do about it, old man?” You teased before walking out of his room.



Your birthday was more fun than you were expecting, more than enough people showed up (granted more than half of them were your dad’s friends), and you spent more time being the photographer than the center of attention.

Joel and Tommy showed up fashionably late (you’ve chosen to believe Joel’s watch is set two hours back). Meanwhile, their arrival earned a few giggles and stares from your high school friends.

They tried to talk to you about how much hotter Joel and Tommy had gotten while you pretended not to feel the pang of jealousy in your chest whenever they gawked at Joel a little too long.

They asked if you two had hooked up since being back and the only lie you managed to conjure was, “Joel’s either always at work or with my dad, so… I haven’t really been able to try.”

“Wait, does your dad know you two used to hook up?” One of your friends, Bri asked.

Right now you were really regretting telling all those lies…

“No,” you said almost too enthusiastically, “and I plan on keepin’ it that way. Not worth the trouble.”

“Well, if Joel’s not worth the trouble to you then you wouldn’t mind if I gave it a shot, would ya?”

You resisted rolling your eyes, wavering the drink in your hand around and mumbling, “Go ahead.”

“Hey,” another friend said after tapping you on your extended arm, “there’s plenty of fish in the sea. Joel’s just one guy.” She must have noticed the defeat in your eyes.

Maybe to you, you thought.

Before you could respond Bri was sitting back down at your patio table with an embarrassed pout on her face, and for some reason, you were surprised rather than happy (okay, you were a little happy).

“What happened?” You asked.

“He said he’s seeing someone else,” she scoffed. “Do you know if he even likes blondes? Because I can always dye my hair darker.”

You chuckled, “I don’t think he has a preference.”

The rest of them changed subjects so when your eyes went searching for Joel, you found him standing next to your dad at the grill where he was already looking at you wearing a smile. You smiled at him and then turned your focus back to your friends for the remainder of the afternoon.

Once your friends had left for the night and your dad ended up in a game of dice with his buddies, you realized you needed some time to decompress from all the socializing.

Your dad insisted on cleaning up for you the way you always did for him, so you made your way upstairs intending to lie down for a few minutes.

With your back facing the door as you flipped through a magazine Joel was able to sneak into your room; it was the lock clicking that scared you.

“Jesus fucking Christ! Joel!” You gasped while throwing your magazine at him.

He chuckled hoarsely and leaned against the wall with the doorknob sticking into his back.

“Could at least make a little more noise when you’re following me!”

“The more noise we make the quicker we get caught,” he spoke under his breath.

Your eyes were wide as you took the sight of him in; his skin was beautifully tanned from the Texas sun, his biceps straining against his almost too-small t-shirt, and his jeans hung a little lower than usual.

His glossy eyes lingered on yours as he watched you stand up and check him out. He saw the fear on your face morph into lust, increasing as you walked towards him.

“What’chu nervous for?” He teased after watching your hand fidget with your belly button ring.

You barely heard him, thoughts immersing into thoughts of all the things you wanted him to do to you. “Hmm?”

Even as you got closer to him your eyes couldn’t leave the imprints of his muscles effortlessly flexing against his shirt.

“You play with your piercing every time you get nervous,” he told you after you pressed your body against his.

Ignoring his statement, you stared at the shadow of his collarbone and the light layer of hair coating his chest.

“Look at me,” he cooed, yet you only did it for a second, fueling that same attitude he had at the bar.

He tapped underneath your chin more roughly than you liked, almost like a smack.

But when you looked at his face again you saw that darkness you knew you wanted it like that night again, despite your attempts at hiding it.

Joel could always see past your bullshit.

“You like when I’m mean to you, girl?” He asked. You opened your mouth, ready to omit, but he held a warning finger up. “Don’t. Do not lie to me.”

You swallowed the dryness in your mouth and batted your eyes at him before naively nodding your head. “Yeah,” you said. “I didn’t peg you for the mean type.”

His eyebrows raised in amusement, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “No? But you like it?”

“I fucking love it,” you whispered against his wet lips.

You didn’t need to decompress. You needed to unwind.

“I bet you did, rubbing that needy little pussy all over my leg when I was bruising you up all sweet and blue,” he bullied.

Your eyes fluttered shut as your breath left your body, remembering how good it felt for him to punish you. When you looked at him again you saw an egotistical smirk had plastered itself onto his face.

“Problem s’that you didn’t disobey me tonight, so how could I possibly punish you when you were being such a sweetheart? Sayin’ thank you after opening every one of your gifts and offerin’ to help out.“ His tone was sadistic, taunting…

“Well, it is my birthday…” You said grinning. A heat burned through the pit of your stomach and spilled into your panties. “…and no one’s given me my birthday spankings yet.”

He remained quiet opting to run his hands up your arms until they cradled your face, thumbs stroking your lips and cheeks.

“You gonna count ‘em for me?” He whispered without breaking eye contact.

You smirked and kissed him tenderly. “Yes, sir.”

He pointed at your bed where you went to bend over the edge for him.

His boots softly knocked against the hardwood floor as he paced behind you, pondering in his head how he wanted to proceed.

Despite the curiosity that made you want to turn around and ask him questions, you stayed still and quiet until he gave you your first instruction.

“Take your shorts off.”

You reached for the button and zipper before pushing the denim down until it met your knees on the floor. Your hips wiggling more than necessary.

“No panties?” He said amusedly. You heard his body move behind you so that he became eye level with your ass. “You must’a really wanted that present from me tonight, huh?”

You nodded your head and reached under your stomach, using both hands to spread yourself for him. “I’ve been touching myself all weekend thinking about it.”

Joel stifled a moan at the sight of the creamy precum that revealed itself between your swollen lips.

You flinched and yelped at the sudden feeling of his middle finger spreading your cum around your tight hole making him smile.

“Rub your clit f’me, baby,” he rasped.

Licking your lips you rested your head down on the bed before listening to him; your ring and middle fingers rubbed perfect loops on your bud while your pinkie finger kept your cunt spread for his eyes.

He glanced at your ass which was still marked from his abuse nights prior.

“My God, girl… These my bruises?” He asked wanting to hear your submission.

“No one else I’d let do this to me,” you breathed out.

His calloused hands gripped and massaged your butt for a few quiet moments until a firm smack landed on your left cheek.

His touch left your body as he anticipated a verbal response from you but it took too long for you to compose yourself.

You were just so fucking eager for his fingers to dance around your cunt that you made the mistake of forgetting the arrangement that occurred only two minutes prior.

“I don’t hear you countin’, girl,” he warned.

“Shit,” you whispered, “sorry—“

He interrupted you with another smack, only this one landed on your spread lips.

“Ah!” You yelped, quickly burying your face into your sheets. It stung ruthlessly. “One… And two…”

You couldn’t see it, but you felt the mean smirk on his face burning into the back of your skull. “Take too long t’answer me again… You get the rest on that pretty little pussy a’yours. Understand?”

Your knees braced into the floor as you nodded. “Yes, I understand, Joel.”

“Mm,” he hummed grumpily. “Good.”

Smack.

“Three,” you hissed.

Smack.

“Four…”

Smack!

The pain was starting to get to you in the best way possible.

You knew that for the next week anytime you would sit down on your bruised cheeks you’d remember how Joel took care of you in the way you wanted him to.

One spanking in exchange for one orgasm — that’s how you saw it anyway. He wasn’t into unnecessary punishment, but he went into this knowing he’d find a way to make it worth your while however you saw fit.

Joel only dominated you because you dominated him in every other aspect. When it came to sex he lived to serve you. So if 23 spankings is what you wanted, well then… What kind of man would he be to deny you of that?

By the end of the torture, you didn’t even want to think about sitting down for the next two weeks.

Joel saw your reflection in the mirror hanging from your closet, watching those red and puffy lips curl into a beautiful smile.

“Dunno how much longer we got, girl,” Joel grunted as he stood up. “Best make it quick.”

Your eyes softly close and you bite your lip, giggling and moaning at how his southern drawl sounded especially sexy tonight. He noticed how lazily you were acting and laughed.

“You already fucked stupid?” He said with a small smile.

You turned onto your back, hissing at the pressure on your ass but giggling again at his annoyed tone and pursed lips. “Hmm… Maybe.”

Joel opened his mouth to say something but you raised your feet to rub against the growing bulge in his worn jeans. He watched your bottom lip get stuck between your rows of teeth, shining a drunken smile at him.

“You wanna play around, girl?” He flirted, a crooked show of his grin sending chills throughout your body.

“Wanna feel you, deep…” You let out a strained moan, cunt gripping so tight around nothing your precum slid out.

His fingers slid to the bulky strap of his belt and pulled it from his waist so fast it ended with a snap.

“So pretty like this…” He whispered as he sprung his cock free from its restraints.

Your face warmed with blush and your nipples stiffened at the sight of his dick: so hard it only slightly curved to the right, with a red hot angry tip beaming with a thick droplet of precum.

He leveled with your body and slid into you slowly, not wanting to risk making you moan louder than the walls could handle.

“Need you to be quiet for me, baby,” he whispered, “can ya do that f’me?”

Your eyes were shut, lips still between your teeth as you hummed and mewled. You nodded, looping his curls around the webs of your fingers and legs around his soft waist.

A breathy grunt escaped his mouth. His breath hit just below your ear making your skin prickle with goosebumps.

As his hips softly crashed into yours you felt yourself tensing at the sound of people outside and downstairs. You’d managed to forget your father’s friends were still here, and any one of them could walk upstairs to use the restroom only to hear the soft squeak of your bed frame—your father could.

Joel was just so easy to get lost in. His scent, his pretty smile, his touch… The way his tongue lapped at your neck like a cat would milk. How his hands cradled your waist and thighs. When he’d move his head up just for a moment to look into your heavy eyes.

God, you were a fucking mess.

His cock slid effortlessly against your needy walls, pressing deeply into that perfect spot at an angle you’d never felt before. And fucking hell, you wanted to say his name shamelessly. Scream it and plaster it onto the fucking walls if you could.

You did everything in your power to keep quiet, struggling from how your bruised ass stung even more every time his body crashed into you.

Joel bit the meat on your shoulder to shut himself up. His body yearning to fill you up with his precious seed was almost distracting. Almost.

“Doin’ so good f’me, girl,” he whispered into your chest, the pace increasing. “Might need t’cum.”

“Joel,” you whined, not needing anything more. Your fingers tightened in his hair and your head was thrown back into the mess of your blankets.

The knot in your tummy twisted, curling tightly around itself. You let out too loud of a breath that turned into a moan, but nothing too incriminating.

“Do not make me have to pull out and stop, now,” he rasped before taking two fingers and shoving them into your desperately open mouth.

You choked at the surprise but settled down and bit at his knuckles.

His face pressed into one of your tits as another desperate attempt to keep quiet, but all he had to do was feel you cumming to finish himself. Joel’s cock was sensitive and overwhelmed, and despite his best efforts to keep going for the sake of satisfying you he just couldn’t fucking take it.

You pouted and tried to pull him back in after he slipped from inside you to no avail.

“M’sorry, princess,” he huffed, annoyed with himself. “Can’t handle you sometimes.”

You rolled your eyes but saw the disappointment on his face as he buckled his pants back up.

“Just sneak over tonight,” you flirted, “suck me dry.”

He smirked at your coy smile and slid your bottoms back onto your hips. “I’ll do what I can,” he promised.

“Don’t leave me hangin’, cowboy.”



It had been about a week since your birthday, and Joel did indeed sneak over to give you your well-deserved orgasm, give or take three more.

And his real birthday present was a small Eiffel Tower; he had remembered how you’d always wanted to visit Paris. While he wasn’t the most superstitious or spiritual man he said he’d hope it would bring you good luck with traveling for fashion.

Your dad on the other hand had been quite distant since that night and you wondered if he saw or maybe even heard something that gave your little secret away. Your dirty lies. Had they finally caught up to you?

Or were you just overthinking things? Maybe he’s just been moody or tired or in hermit mode. It could have been lots of things, right?

Needless to say, it was a shock when he called you downstairs as soon as you were done with your shower.

“Hey Dad, what’s up?” You asked as you entered the kitchen.

“You tell me,” he grumbled, eyeing you as you sat down.

“Ummm, the apocalypse is happening and flesh-eating monsters are taking over,” you answered sarcastically. When his facial expression didn’t even change in the slightest you stopped joking. “Uh, I…don’t know…”

“Whose shirt is this?”

A dull brown and red flannel was tossed onto the island and you just knew your face gave you away.

“Dad—“

“Don’t lie to me either,” he said between gritted teeth.

Your father already knew it was Joel’s, you knew that. But he always gave you the opportunity to take accountability for your actions. Not like it made him less mad, it just softened the blow.

“Where did you find it?” You asked, voice shaking.

“Yesterday,” he said after some hesitation, “you were at work for your last day. I was doin’ your laundry and there it was, as plain as day.”

You shut your eyes, a tear of embarrassment rolling down your cheek that you wiped away swiftly. “It’s Joel’s.”

“Why is it here?”

You looked at him with eyes that begged for him to not ask, but his face was hardened.

“Because Joel was here,” you reluctantly answered.

“When.”

“A… A few times.”

“Why?!”

The tension was suffocating; you figured you were already caught so you may as well admit to everything—well, not everything if you could help it.

“Because we’ve been seeing each other,” you said softly, leaning your forehead onto your hand. “Since I got back, we’ve been seeing each other. Sometimes I go there, sometimes he comes here.”

“Since you got back?”

You nodded and faced him again, fighting your tears. It wasn’t that you were sad or worried about what your dad may have done, you just wished you were more honest from the start.

“Yeah,” you answered. “I made the first move. I was trying to get over my boyfriend and… He was there… And it just sort of happened.“

“S’good thing you’re going back to New York soon.”

Your heart sank—had your dad forgotten when you said you were thinking of staying in Austin to stay close? Not just for Joel, but everybody. Your family, your friends, you wanted to be near when Sarah graduated. You missed life in Texas, too much to go back to New York State so soon.

“I—I told you I wanted to stay, that I was thinking of staying close,” you rambled, “did you forget?”

“No, I didn’t forget. You’re not allowed to see him anymore. You in New York makes sure that happens.”

“Wh—not allowed?!” You almost laughed. “I’m twenty-five, I make my own decisions.”

“He’s too old for you,” he said.

You scoffed, standing up. “I’m not some mentally incompetent eighteen-year-old, Dad. I’m a grown woman dating a grown man!”

“Not here! Not when you’re living in my house.”

“Well, then I will just fucking move out!”

You ignored his protests and calls for you, feeling like a grounded teenager all over again.

What you and Joel had was fickle, you knew that. You weren’t stupid. It wasn’t built on a foundation, it was hardly dating even though you wanted it to be more.

Your dad would come around someday. Hell, maybe he would have already had you been honest from the start.



“Hey, Sarah, is your dad home?” You stiffly asked.

She frowned at your puffy eyes and red nose, looking over her shoulder before saying, “Uh, n—no, but he’s just runnin’ a bit late from work. Why don’t you come in and wait for him? He should be back any minute.”

“No, that’s okay. I don’t wanna impose. Just tell him to call me when he gets some free time, please?”

“You sure?”

You nodded, not necessarily trusting your voice anymore with how you were choking up from your tears.

Sarah’s shoulders dropped and she insisted you come in. “Come on, it’s starting to rain.”

After a moment of hesitation, you followed her inside after picking your bag up, wiping your nose, and clearing your throat.

Sarah was kind enough to bring you a glass of water, setting it on the coffee table and sitting down a couple of cushions away.

“Are you breaking up with my dad or something?” She asked after a minute or two.

“What?”

“He told me a couple days ago, but I already figured because I heard him talking to you on the phone a while ago. Something about missing you,” she explained.

“I’m sorry, Sarah, I…” You sighed and looked at your hands. “I wish I was there to tell you.”

“No, that’s okay! I think it’s kinda cool. A little weird, but cool.” She assured. “But are you? Breaking up with him, I mean.”

“No, well at least I hope not,” you chuckled softly. “My father isn’t a very forgiving man.”

“He just wants to protect you. My dad said that’s just what fathers do. I’m sure he’ll come around someday.”

“Thanks, Sarah.”

The lock clicks soon followed by the door creaking open; you and Sarah watch as Joel walks in with empty hands before he notices you sitting on his couch. A look of worry spread across his face.

“Everything alright?” He asked.

“Yeah!” Sarah chirped while standing up. “She just came by to see us.” Sarah walked into the kitchen to give you some privacy.

Joel sat next to you and gestured at the ground. “Why do you have a bag?”

“Oh, I’m just going to stay with a friend for a few days,” you said.

He nodded reluctantly, sensing your nervousness. “Your dad find out?”

A wave of sadness took over you again, but you managed your tears away better this time. You only offered a nod, nails picking at a loose thread on your jeans.

“Why don’t you stay the night? I was gonna make steak for dinner.”

“I—I don’t wanna… Impose.”

He chuckled. “What d’you mean impose? You’re my girlfriend.”

Letting out a surprised sound, you frowned and looked around the room incredulously while Joel just stared at you anxiously.

“Girlfriend?”

He shrugged, leaning his elbows onto his knees. “Well. You are my girlfriend, right?”

“You never asked,” you laughed.

His eyes were a mix of amusement and surprise. “My apologies, darlin’. Forgive me for not having been gentleman enough.” He takes your hand earning a laugh from you. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“You’re so sappy,” you teased before giving him a peck on the cheek. “I would love to be your girlfriend.”



“I dunno what I’m gon’ do,” you said softly.

You and Joel had been in bed for a couple of hours just talking about everything, with Sarah sound asleep in her room; the three of you had watched one of Joel’s favorite movies and Sarah gave him a fixed watch.

You shifted up to rest on your elbow and looked down at him. “How much longer you think he’ll be mad?”

“I don’t know, princess,” he said after sucking his teeth. “He doesn’t tend to hold grudges but I know he’s more mad at me. F’it’s any consolation.”

You let out a weak chuckle and leaned down to kiss him. His hand cupped your jaw just firm enough to keep you still. Your lips tangled with his, fingers reaching up to clasp his curls; he climbed on top of you carefully, humming on the tip of your tongue.

He began to grind and hump eliciting moans from you both while his right hand got to work beneath your shirt, thumbing the nipple just enough to tickle you.

Your hand snaked between your bodies to find the opening of his boxers; you pulled his velvety cock out and pumped it gently whilst not bothering to touch yourself as your panties were already pooling.

Your heart ached with so much pain and at the same time so much love. You needed Joel. In every fucking way possible for as long as you’d be blessed to have him.

His lips broke free from yours to greet your neck, then your collarbone, before planting around your now exposed breast.

You exhaled at his warm tongue swirling saliva around your peaked bud, sending waves of shivers down your arching spine.

“Joel,” you whispered leaning into his gentle touch.

With a throbbing clit and a slippery cunt you felt weak beneath him. You were enamored with pleasure that it overtook your body. You couldn’t control your breathing or your trembling. Hand awkwardly shifting around his shaft.

He took your other nipple into his hot mouth, shirt bunched around your arching neck. With daunting hands he traced the hem of your panties, pulling at them carefully.

He sat on his knees to undress your legs, adjusting so his cock lined up with your entrance. He slid in slowly, knowing the lack of foreplay could ruin this.

But it didn’t.

Your walls burned with a stretch so delicious it set your skin on fire. It took everything in you to not moan as loudly as your body begged to.

A soft gasp only leaving your lips, your head lolling back, eyes clenching shut… Yeah. Joel knew how to fucking work you.

Your walls clung to him fearing even just a moment of loss. His eyes burned into your feverish skin, watching the rise and fall of your chest and stomach as you took in deep breaths.

“You feel so good,” he whispered into your collarbone, placing a sloppy kiss on it afterward. “I lo—“

A pause in his voice made your eyes fly open; his hips stuttered the same way his voice did signaling something was wrong.

Joel’s heart punched against yours, but he kept grinding into you like he hadn’t spoken at all. Oh, but all the worry was written in his eyes.

“Joel?” You softly asked between moans.

He took in the softness of your hands cradling his uneven stubble. He hummed and kissed the meat of your palm before biting it gently.

You fought the nerves in your voice. Everything inside your body screamed that this was wrong, yet as you looked into his eyes your heart swelled with admiration for the man that helped you find pieces of yourself again.

“I love you too,” you finally said.

He stopped moving his body against yours and he just stared at you. He was conflicted with whether or not you said that only because he almost did.

But when you said it again and tightened your legs around his waist to affirm it he gave you a gentle kiss, finding his tongue bumping into yours along the way. Pulling back, Joel finished his sentence.

“I love you.”

“You love me?” You teased.

But his face remained serious, eyes boring into yours.

After a few more silent seconds Joel laid his head into the curve of your neck and began riding into you again. Hips rolling into you, breath hitting your neck, and hands gripping the sheets.

Your body was hot as molten lava, melting into the mattress. Joel felt so safe, so beautifully safe. Safe enough to say, “I love you,” in his ear over and over again, his voice overlapping yours with the same words.

He took care of you that night. Letting you immerse yourself into enjoying every damn thing he gave you. His grunts staggered and turned into short hisses of pain as you bit into his shoulder to keep quiet. That’s what fueled him: the pain of your undying desire.

He reached deeper inside of you than he ever dared to before, reaching reaching reaching to find your soul and bear all commitment to it. To serve you, as his gravelly voice whispered, “I fucking live for you.”

“I love you, Joel,” you responded. “It’s you and me. Forever. Us against the world.” A tear made its way from your eye to his forehead.

He kissed the trail the tear left and repeated you. “Us against the world.”

It was just sex talk — usually is, but Joel always knew what words would just make you fucking cum. Those words dripped from his lips like a poisonous honey for you to lap up and savor.

He wanted you cumming all over his sheets cock to fucking mean something. To permeate his love anywhere it could stain.

Joel had started to cum just a second before you did, forcing him to let out a moan. You held his head to your chest while he cradled your back.

Your head buzzed the same way it would when you got high, only it felt better. Quieter. More immersive. Your back arched into his touch and the rolling of his hips kept you in that limbo. Not here nor there. You were right where you needed to be, whatever that fucking meant.

You managed to keep quiet a little better than him, giggling softly when he just plopped down onto you after you had both come down.

He stayed like that for a few minutes while you just stroked the curls by his ear, his other one listening to your heartbeat slow down.

“I’ll get ya cleaned up,” he cooed, and just as he finished dressing his phone began to ring. He just answered it as he walked to the bathroom, letting you rest some more. A few minutes later, he came back and wiped wherever you asked. “I gotta go help Tommy real quick with somethin’. W’ya stay here, keep an eye and ear out for Sarah?” He asked.

“Yeah, for sure. Be safe.”

You shared a kiss with him again before looking at the alarm clock on his nightstand. Shit. 11:32 PM.

“Joel?” He looked back at you with a raised eyebrow. “Happy Birthday,” you said with a smile.

“Thank you, princess.”

-

taglist: @paleidiot @sarap-77 @mmeereaa (cant tag) @ssweetart42

[fairykazu]

NOT-SUPER-SECRET-CRUSH: tutor scaramouche in session! FT. SCARAMOUCHE contents // friends to lovers, requited love, hs au, modern au notes // if i write about my own math lesson here, would i remember it easier? masterlist // part one // part two

[sat. 8:30]

oh, god, what time is it? you squinted as the sun shined brightly on your face. grabbing your phone, [saturday | 8:31]. oh no. sure, you're one minute late but scaramouche hates people who are late. what if he flakes from being your tutor. oh, it's SO over.

scaramochi: where are you? scaramochi: do you even want to take this seriously?

you quickly replied back,

bobaluvname: i just woke up bobaluvname: my parents aren't home, im sorry. i don't have a ride (T_T) scaramochi: are you fr? bobaluvname: yeah... im sorry :(( scaramochi: ok

archons, sure, he's usually dry on text but not this dry! as you panicked, undressing from your pjs and quickly changed into am outfit.

ding!

what the hell? who's ringing the doorbell right now. you walked to the door slowly, you were still trying to stick your arms through the armholes. peeking through the peep hole, it was a familiar purple haired boy. wait.

WAIT.

what is scaramouche doing outside your door???

the indigo haired male sat at the furthest corner of the library, isolated from everyone else. scaramouche was worried about you but not like he would tell you anyway. the only way would be someone had to waterboard this information from him. but again, you're usually an early riser that's what he likes... tolerates you for. why are you late?

he turned behind him where the analog clock was mounted on the wall, the little hand on the eight and the longest hand pointing down. maybe something happened on the way? or you're stuck at home.

he texted you a message. [where are you?] ...no, that gives away that he's concerned. then, he added: [do you even want to take this seriously?]

perfect... doesn't he want you to know he likes you? no, this is serious work and an equal exchange of education and knowledge. it would be a plus though. he argued with himself a little more until he heard his phone buzzed.

[ two notifcations from idiot]

he swiped the notifcations open, seeing that you were in the chatroom.

idiot: i just woke up. idiot: my parents aren't home, im sorry. i don't have a ride to the library

he was right. you did have a dilemma, but he had to make sure. sending a reply back as he packed up his items back into his bag.

idiot: yeah... im sorry :((

well, it's well over five minutes of the initial meeting. he could treat you like everyone else and be an asshole to end the session immediately.

but you weren't like everyone else to him. you're someone he tolerates. as he was walking out of the library, he noticed you were still in the chatroom.

idiot is typing...

he stared at you typing and deciding not to type again. he waited for your text bubble to come back again. five minutes pass. your bubble doesn't come back. well, it would be better if he might as well go to her house, right? he doesn't decide to be rational about this and maybe this might seem romantic to you.

maybe...

that's how scaramouche ended up being in front of your door. he knocked softly before ringing the doorbell, "hello?"

he heard your gasp. "you're not subtle, you know. are you going to open the door?"

"ummm, yes! hold on." it seemed like you were struggling to open the door. maybe, the morax family hid a key under the rug or a gnome. he looked around the porch, noticing that he was stepping over a bump in the rug.

is it creepy to open your friend that you weren't very close with's door with the key the family didn't cleverly hid? 

yes.

he didn't open the door. instead, he waited for you to open the door yourself.

oh my god, you didn't expect him to just arrive on your doorstep with ease. from rumors you've heard, he wouldve ended the sessions without a second thought. you slipped into your shirt and patted the nonexistent dust off of your pants. you looked at the mirror mounted near the door. your hair is a mess...

you brushed your hair quickly, taking the spare hair ties that your dad leaves at the front. disheveled hair into a "sleek" ponytail. not really, sleek, you shouldn't lie to yourself.

you kept him outside for too long though. "come in!" the door creaked open, revealing scaramouche with his bag and two cups of very cold drinks in the other. "your shirt is on backwards and inside out."

"it is?" you looked down at your shirt, the tag was sticking out.

it's so over.

any remaining self-worth was drifted away in the wind and out the door. you closed your eyes and smiled, "okay, thanks, come in through."

he took off his shoes and placed them in the shoe rack. "i got us drinks but it's a bit cold now." your face fell and he smiled, enjoying teasing you. but from your point of view, he seemed a devil. a very smart devil though!

"although, you did waste my time," why is his words so harsh for wanting to say something nice? "but it's fine. it's whatever miss yae wanted to give to my mother. what now?"

"well, we can go in my room! c'mon, just wait for a minute because, well, y'know." you gestured to your inside out and backwards shirt.

"got it." as he watched you go upstairs. going to her room?? he's a little freaked out but he has to play it cool. "scaramouche, go up!"

"don't boss me around." despite his words, he walked up the stairs. you shouted back, with your shirt on correctly.

"i have the power though! think of your english grade." you explained, smirking. he snorted at your attempt of "winning".

"how about you think about your math and science grade?" he retorted back as he heard you sigh, he laughed to himself, reveling in the fact that he won this pretend competition.

well, you won in a way but definitely not this one because he would never tell you.

it's awkward... or at least to scaramouche. you had asked if he wanted to be the tutor or the tutee and he opted to the tutee. but he couldn't even pay attention to the words you were saying, as it was in of one ear and out of the other. it's strange to be in the bedroom of the girl he has crushed on for years.

you were on the other side of the desk, guiding him on a topic he was awful at. as much as he wanted to pay attention to what you were saying, he couldn't but help to look at you or your lips and how soft they'd feel against his.

ahem. he squeezed his eyes shut. maybe he should've offered to be the tutor.

your hand briefly touched his shoulder, he flinched, "scaramouche? are you okay? do you need a break?"

one touch from you made him freeze, it's so over for his reputation. he mumbled out a word which you took as a yes. "i'll get you a drink and snacks, okay? maybe you're not in the right mood for english, it's okay. you can tutor me for my lessons, instead."

scaramouche pressed his lips into a thin line and nodded stiffly. thank god, she didn't notice.

scaramouche is defintely acting off today. usually he's super grouchy, is it opposite day? do you start being like mr. grinch? why was scara acting so weird?? you thought as you walked down the stairs. turning into the kitchen to see...

oh god, it's baba.

your dad sat near the counter, waiting for his tea leaves to seep into the hot water. what would your dad think with scaramouche being in your room? would he freak out?? does he even know scara??? "hello, name, do you need anything? did the tutoring go well?" he asked. the steam swirled out of the cup as you tried to answer quick but not too quickly.

"hi, baba! i need some water. do you know where the bottles are?"

he adjusted his glasses, "below the counter. did your tutoring go well?"

"it's not exactly over. the tutor- remember scaramouche?-" you tried to express scaramouche with hand movements. a guy around your age on the shorter side.

he sipped his tea, "ahh, ei's child?"

"mhm! he's upstairs right now."

he choked on his tea, "what." you grabbed some napkins dabbing your dad's clothes with the cloth. "i didn't have a ride to the library," as your dad tried to regain his composure, slipping away from the counter, you grabbed the water bottles and a few snacks from the cabinets. your arms were full as you walked upstairs, "don't worry, baba! i will crack the door open."

"it better be wide open, young lady! you should've informed me about this!!"

"i'm sorry, baba!" your door closed completely behind you as you apologized, "oopsy, baba, i forgot!"

the door creaked open.

"hi, scara, my dad's home. but i have snacks."

"mr. morax is here... ?" scaramouche repeated, sounding a bit afraid. is your dad scary? maybe. did your friends say meeting your dad was like approaching a dragon? yes. is scaramouche feeling a little light headed? no (lying).

"yes, don't worry, he's all bark, no bite! anyway, tutor me, scara." you smiled brightly as he opted to be grouchy again. no way, he would falter this time.

you sat down next to him as scaramouche asked, "okay, so what chapter are you on?"

you tapped your chin, trying to remember, "chapter five, exponential and logarithmic functions."

"oh, i liked that chapter."

you frowned. scaramouche chuckled quietly, it's as if that frown would be engraved into your face. he stopped laughing, but a smile on your face would be better. he cleared his throat, "once you get a hang of it, it would be easier."

"are you sure?"

"would i be passing math right now if i wasn't?" scaramouche said, boasting a little.

"ok, don't flex on me too much now." you cried.

"for this problem you have to remember that logb y, which is the argument, equals x only if the equation is bx equals y. this is a rule you have to remember throughout the lesson."

"what?"

"you'll get the hang of it." he said it with confidence. after realizing, he sounded too nice, he added, harshly, "if you did, you wouldn't have needed me in the first place."

you pushed him playfully, "okay, scaramouche, don't let that get in your head, remember? you're the one with a terrible score in english."

"..."

as time passed, the lessons were easier to understand for the both of you, well, mostly scaramouche. but he wouldn't tell you that. he did. he likes to boast, remember?

[one notification from baba +1]

baba: i forgot i have more work to intend to baba: next time, please tell me if you will have a friend over. name: very sorry, baba! i will tell you next time. have fun at work, tell hu tao to stop overworking you :(( baba: 😂😂 baba: do not worry, name, hu tao doesn't overwork me. name: okay! have fun at work, love you baba: love you too.

after the session was over, scaramouche winced at himself, thinking back what he said three hours ago. although it was true, your shirt was on backwards and even inside out, he wanted to say, "morning, let's continue."

but continue what?? you guys didn't start tutoring beforehand. he's so stupid. attempting to save himself from the silence filling the room, he offered,

"do you want boba?" he said, quickly as he watched your eyes gleam with joy.

you laughed it off before you noticed he was serious. "wait, seriously?"

"yes, it's my treat." he replied, looking at you. has he ever looked this sparkly before? wait, this isn't a shoujo anime and obviously, he means it as friends. "sure! like right now or later?"

"do you want boba right now or later?" wow, answering a question with a question, so smart, scaramouche. the answer was obvious by just looking at you. "im fine with later though."

"no, no! right now is fine! just let me text my dad first."

"of course." scaramouche said.

name: baba, can i go out with scaramouche for boba? baba: yes but bring another friend too. name: i'll go to the boba place that ganyu works at! baba: good idea. have fun, name. who will be paying? do you need money? name: he will baba: 👍👍

"he said yeah but can we go to the one ganyu works at?" you asked as scaramouche nodded his head,

"since i'd pay, you can choose."

"hooray!!!" you cheered as you looked at him expectantly. he furrowed his brows as you gestured him to cheer too.

"hooray."

well, it was good enough.

tutor scara's tutees [open] : @saccharine-sucks @ainnofinway

[a-casual-kpopfan]

Special - Wonyoung/Minju

Written: My Ghost Writer Partner. Possible Trigger Warning: Cheating, gaslighting.

What are you doing here?

With just a quick glance, you can recognize a handful of people in this party venue. How could you not, when they are all extremely popular fashion models, kpop idols, and CEOs in their own right?

You don’t belong here.

You feel uncomfortable wearing this suit that would cost you an arm and a leg. You feel weird sipping on this wine that you see everyone drink so nonchalantly. You feel out of place even existing in the same atmosphere as them. It’s not your usual outfit, your usual vibe, your usual hang out place.

You are not special.

You are normal, just like a grain of sand among the millions of grains on the beach, that’s you. You are no one, you are nobody, you are nothing. Nothing at all.

And yet here you still stand, with people occasionally giving you a side eye glance that makes your skin shudder.

Why?

Because of her.

Jang Wonyoung.

Idol, model, fashion icon, variety queen. The center of attention of the entertainment industry as the new ‘role model’. She’s perfect in everything. Her looks? Flawless, her pair of slender, long legs is the focal point of people’s attention whenever she appears. Her personality? As gentle as a lamb, she wouldn’t hurt anyone, and would feel extremely guilty for accidentally doing so.

That’s why you’re so in love with her.

She is literally a goddess reincarnated. Though you’re a bit sadden that you haven’t seen her since you two arrived at the party. She was whisked away by her group of friends, and you’ve been left alone, standing at this corner for 2 hours now.

Then again, you can’t really blame her. Her schedule has been very tight, to the point that the both of you can barely see each other. What kind of boyfriend are you if you can let your girlfriend have fun with her friends once in a while?

While you are mulling over your thoughts, you fail to notice a certain someone standing next to you, her eyes staring over your thinking face as she waits patiently for you to snap out of your thinking.

Luckily for her, it doesn’t take you long to recognize her present, as you turn your head to her.

“Hey Minmin.” You smile softly at your friend.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, oppa.” Kim Minju, another friend of yours, flashes her gummy smile at you. “Yeah, well, Wonyoung insisted that I come, so here I am.” You shrug your shoulders, unaware that Minju’s smile falters a bit at the mention of your girlfriend.

“Then where is she? Why are you standing here alone?” Looking around, Wonyoung is still nowhere to be seen.

“I have no idea. Last I saw, she was pulled away by her friends.” Minju pouts “What friends? Eunbi unnie and the others have not seen her tonight as well.”

“You do know that she has other friends besides you guys, right?” You can’t help but chuckle as you pat Minju on her head, a habit that you have ever since your days as an I*ZONE’s manager, trying to sooth her jealousy over Wonyoung having other friends besides them.

“Oops, my bad, old habits die hard.” You immediately retract your hand upon remembering that you are no longer her manager, as I*ZONE disbanded 2 years ago, and you don’t want to have any misunderstandings between them, especially when you're with Wonyoung.

“It’s ok oppa, I don’t really mind- Ah!” Minju seems to be enjoying your pat before her eyes dart to behind you and widens in surprise. In response, you turn around to see Wonyoung, standing behind both of you with her arms crossed.

“Minju unnie.” She gives a small smile and a nod to Minju, completely ignoring you in the process, not even giving you a glance. Your joyous mood upon seeing Wonyoung seem to be dispelled almost instantly at that, you are knowing that you did something to upset her again.

“Wonyoung, oppa’s been waiting you this whole time, where have you been?” Minju seems unsatisfied with Wonyoung’s action. “He knows that I was with my friends.” She flashes her iconic smile at him, making his heart flutter, blinding him from other details that have caught Minju’s eyes.

Wonyoung’s hair is slightly disheveled, with a few strands sticking to her forehead due to the sweat that looks like it was hastily wiped off. Her dress has a few barely noticeable crinkles and creases at certain… Parts.

It doesn’t take a genius to roughly guess what she’s been up to. Minju can’t help but glance at you, being starstruck and smitten beyond relief for Wonyoung. Unfortunately, or is it fortunately?

You don’t notice all of that. You don’t notice anything weird about Wonyoung. Your Wonyoung can do no wrong, she is perfect, she is an angel, no, a goddess reincarnated. And you are nothing without her.

“I know Wonnie, I’m fine, you don’t have to worry about me.” You smile softly, relishing in the attention that Wonyoung has graced you once again, and you would do anything, anything, to not her on her bad side again.

“I know oppa.” She leans into you on her tip toe, giving you a peck on the cheek, which seems to melt you down even more. Though to Minju, you look like a dog wagging its tail upon getting a treat from its owner. Minju curses herself for seeing you like that, but she can’t help it.

“Come on unnie, I haven’t met the others for a while now.” Wonyoung then turns to Minju, grabbing her hand and pulls her away to meet ex-I*ZONE members, despite her ignoring them for a good half of the night. Minju still can’t help but look back at you, who’s waving at the both of you with a smiling face, seemingly content with just seeing Wonyoung.

Her heart pains at the sight of you, standing there alone and with no one to talk to. But what could she do? She lost her chance a long time ago.

-----

Things went back to normal after the party.

Though, a part of you is relieved that you don’t have to attend another party with a bunch of ridiculously rich people, you are still saddened by the fact that everything turning back to normal means that you don’t get to meet Wonyoung as frequently.

Moving in with her shortly after Izone’s disbandment, you quickly found out that she’s going to re-debut with a new group, IVE.

Though you wanted to join her as a manager, with you having experience in managing I*ZONE back then. That was how you got to know her after all. Although, she still refused the notion, hoping that you would stay at home and keep ‘your home’ warm and clean for her.

It didn’t take Wonyoung much to persuade you, and while you were a bit saddened at the fact that you must leave your career behind, being a ‘house husband’ for the love of your life didn’t sound like a bad deal at all. After all, you’re head over heels for her.

And so, you basically became a stay at home ‘husband’ for Wonyoung, doing chores, cooking, cleaning, anything you can do inside the house, you will do it.

Everything for your dear Wonyoung.

Though, you realized that living with her isn’t always sunshine and rainbow. Due to how famous she was already, and the nature of the re-debut, she starts to become even more busy, with her sometimes coming home late, after you’ve fallen asleep, or even not coming home at all.

But you don’t mind. Your manager’s experience has already told you that being busy with little to no time to rest is a staple when it comes to the idol life. That is why you resolve to do more for Wonyoung. She was the first one ever to show him kindness, to accept him for the worthless being that he is. After all, your parents wouldn’t have left you if you weren’t so worthless.

However, Wonyoung still accepted you. Without her, you are worthless and insignificant, so you resolve to do everything right for Wonyoung. So, what if you can’t see her on a regular basis? She is doing everything for you, so you must repay her kindness.

The sound of the door opening interrupts your inner thought, glancing at the clock shows that it’s just past 8 PM, no one should be home besides you right now. Unless….

With your hope at an all-time high, you spring to the front door, only to be met with Wonyoung staring back at you, mid motion of taking of her shoes.

“Wonnie!” you exclaim, standing frozen in the corridor.

“You sound surprised, oppa.” She chuckles at your freeze-frame, finishes taking off her shoes.

“Didn’t you say that you’re working overtime today?” You snap out of your freeze-frame, and quickly approach to help take her jacket and bag off.

“I wanted to surprise you.~” She says teasingly, pecking your cheek, causing a huge blush to form on your face.

Wonyoung can’t help but giggle at your blushing face. “Aigo oppa, you’re so cute~” while poking your cheek.

“A-anyways, are you hungry? I can whip up something for you.” Putting down her stuff, you head over to the kitchen, before being stopped by her arms around your waist. “Can I eat you instead? ~” Her sultry tone catches you by surprise, and before you know it, she pulls you into your shared bedroom, and it doesn’t take long for moans and groans to fill the entire apartment.

A few hours later….

Both of you are lying exhausted on the bed, a mess of sweats and other fluids mingled with each other’s, as you lie on top her, your face buried between her bosoms, and her gently playing and making a mess out of your hair, like your hair isn’t already a mess with how intense their activities was just now.

“Oppa…” “Hmm?”

“You’re mine, right?” You look up at her with a confused expression. “Of course, why are you asking that?”

Wonyoung’s eyes flutter before casting downwards in a sadden expression. “You patted Minju’s head at the party….” Before her eyes gaze up at him, her big doe eyes staring at him pitifully. “I thought you only do it to me…”

“It’s not what you think Wonnie-ah!” You frantically sit up. “It was just a habit back in my manager days, I swear I didn’t mean anything else.” Your face gently cups her cheek. “I only have you.”

She leans into your palm, keeping eye contact with you. “Really?”

“Yes.” You nod instantly. “I am nothing without you, Wonnie.”

A smile finally blossoms on her face as she seems satisfied with your answer. “That’s right oppa.” She pulls you into a hug, letting your face rest on her bosoms yet again, her gentle smile turns into a mischievous smirk as she hums into your ears. “You only need me, oppa. You’re nothing without me, so stay with me forever, ok? ~”

 -----

After sharing a passionate night with Wonyoung, she is gone again the next day.

Of course, you don’t mind, not a single bit. You’re very understanding about her career, after all. So, you continue with your day by cleaning the apartment while blasting music out of a speaker. Nothing beats some music to accompany you while you’re working, or in this case, doing chores.

You’re halfway done with your chores when your music is replaced by a ringtone, interrupting the climax of the song you’re jamming to. With a groan, you walk back to where you placed your phone to check who’s calling you.

The screen on your phone says “Minmin”, and all the annoyance you have immediately disappears as you disconnect your phone from the speaker to receive the call.

“Minmin?”

“Hi oppa, I hope I’m not intruding on your work?”

You look around the mostly cleaned apartment.

“No, not really, I’m almost done anyways. What’s up?”

“Oh, uh, do you perhaps... Want hang out today? I have today’s off.”

“Wouldn’t you rather to get some sleep than to hang out with little old me?” You tease.

“You’re not that old oppa, besides, I haven’t met you in a while.”

“We did meet at the recent party though-”

“Are you coming or not?”

“I was just kidding, Minmin.” You let out a snicker. “Same place?”

“Mhmm! See you there oppa!”

With the call disconnected, you take a quick look around the apartment again before deciding that whatever left that you need to do can be done after you meet up Minju. At most they would hang out for an hour or two as she rants about many things in her life.

After a quick change of clothes, you’re now ready to head out. You’re dressed somewhat casually in jeans, a T-shirt and a jacket, but hey, you’re just leaving for a bit, you don’t need fancy clothes.

The ride from your place to the meet up is quite long, since you moved in to Wonyoung’s place, you basically sacrificed all the conveniences your old apartment offers in favor of staying with Wonyoung. But it’s ok, you love her after all.

The first thing that hits you when you enter the café is the familiar scent of coffee and pastry that fills the air of the café.

“Long time no sees.” The barista/owner greets you warmly. “Yeah, sorry I haven’t been here for a while.” You chuckle embarrassedly.

“It’s ok, life goes on, it couldn’t be helped.” The middle age barista laughs. “But I would appreciate it if you visited once in a while, I still consider you as my regular, you know.” “I’ll keep it in mind.” You answer, taking a seat at the stool next to the counter.

“The usual?” “Yes please.”

The place falls into comfortable silence as you watch the barista go about his work. Watching him single handedly handle both the café, and pastries bring back memories for you.

This used to be your usual hangout place. It is a small, yet cozy place that not many people know of. You’ve known the place ever since you moved here. It was a coincidence that you stumbled into this place, but you’ve never regretted it. The pastries are well baked, and the coffee is to die for. You let out a sigh as you lean against the counter, with your arm supporting your chin.

You miss this place. You think to yourself. Why did you stop visiting here again? The answer comes to mind as quickly as the question. Wonyoung.

You know she doesn’t like small places like this. She likes all things fancy, luxurious, someplace where she can lavishly spend her money. That’s why you never showed her to this place, and to an extent, stopped visiting it as well.

While you’re deep in your thoughts, the entrance of the café opens, and you can already hear Minju’s voice before you can turn around to see her face. “Annyeong~”

“Hey Minju, you’re coming here quite regularly, huh.” The barista waves at her with a smile.

“Ahjussi!” She beams a smile at him. “The usual?” the owner asks her. “No, please prepare the one that I told you a while before.” You are somewhat confused with their exchange. “Got it, get yourself comfortable and I’ll bring you the order.”

“Oppa!” her attention is turned to you. “Have you been here long?” She sits down next to you at the counter. “I just got here myself, no worries.”

The two of you fall into idle chatter as you wait for your order. It didn’t hit you till now that it’s been a long time since you get to go out with your friends. Ever since moving in with Wonyoung, you’ve been swarmed with helping her work, and doing chores to the point that you’re disconnected from most, if not all your friends. Speaking with Minju like this, you can’t help but feel like you’ve missed on a lot of things in your life.

A part of your mind seems to be saying ‘What if I wasn’t with Wonyoung?’ You squash that thought as soon as it appears. You love her, and she loves you, and you would sacrifice everything for her. Because you would be worthless without her.

It doesn’t take long for the owner to bring out the order for you. The usual americano with a slice of tiramisu for you, a latte and… A slice of cheesecake for Minju?

“Not the usual order?” You raise your eyebrow. She shakes her head before pushing the cheesecake slice at you. “Have a taste, oppa.” You look at her confusedly, to which she continues to nudge the cheesecake closer to you.

Reluctantly, you use your fork to eat a corner of the slice. “How is it?” She asks, “It’s really good, as expected of the owner, not too sweet, but just the right amount.” She eagerly nods with him. “I know right? It’s to die for.”

Minju then takes a small jar of something that the owner prepared for her, and she pours it on top of the slice. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out she just poured syrup onto the slice.

“Minmin, what are you doing-” Taste it, oppa.” She looks at you with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “You just poured syrup on it; I’m not going to eat it. The syrup’s sweetness ruined the perfect balance of the cheesecake.” She, once again, nods at your word. “Exactly, oppa, something is just not meant to be together.” She then looks at you dead in the eye, full of seriousness. “Oppa, you’re not suited for Wonyoung.”

“Minju, even a joke has it limits.” Your voice turns stern as you feel anger boils over you. “I’m not joking oppa.” Even in your anger, you can’t help but soften slightly for her sadden face. “Haven’t you ever noticed how she’s usually never home?” You scoff “That’s normal, her career is taking off, of course she is too busy to come home.”

“Even if she doesn’t come home for an entire week, leaving you alone to miss her?” Her voice trembles as she grasps your hand. “S-she stays at the studio, of course.” You stutter. It’s not like you’ve never thought about it, you just don’t want to acknowledge it.

“Oppa, she dragged you to the party even while knowing you hated parties. You’ve never attended even one of them back when you were our manager….” You feel your temper going off. “I can indulge her all I want, she is my girlfriend, and I love her!” You stand up, glaring daggers into Minju.

You can see her quivering underneath your glare, yet she presses on. “Even when she left you alone at the party the entire time, pretending that you didn’t exist, showing you off like you’re just a trophy to her?”

“She has the right to do that!” You stand up from your seat, your hands ball up into fists in order to restrain yourself from doing anything you might regret. “I am worthless, and I am nothing without her, so she has just done what is best for me!” In your blinded rage, you utter out the thought that have been instilled to you, carved into your mind by Wonyoung, not even noticing the horrified look of the owner as he stares at you wide-eyed.

But what you do notice is the shattered expression on Minju’s face as she hears your words, with tears starting to stream down her face.

“No! no, no, no, no…” she mumbles, her hands reaching for your balled up fist. “Woojin-ah, you’re better than this” You freeze at the mention of your name. How long has it been since someone called him by his name? Ever since he quit his job and moved in with Wonyoung, all you have ever heard are different variations of her nicknames for him, ‘pet names’. Before long, you start to respond more to those ‘pet names’ instead. Like a real pet.

“Woojin-ah, you…you are not worthless.” Minju seems to almost be begging you. “It was you that helped raise us into what we are today.” She clutches her chest with her free hand. “If was with your help and advice that we managed to find new meanings in life after I*ZONE, whether that be continuing the idol life or retiring.” Sobbing seem to be mixed in with her voice.

“You’re our manager, our friend, our advisor, our brother, our friend.” She looks up at you with tearful eyes. “My friend, my childhood friend, my first and only crush.” That last part seems to shock you back into reality, as you find movement in your lips again.

“Minju…”

“I love you, Woojin…” She chokes, trying to confess to you. “I’m sorry I was too coward to confess, and lost you to Wonyoung…”

Dazed, reeling, about to break, you feel the world spinning around you, you having to clutch the counter to steady yourself from the flood of information you just received. Looking at the shocked owner, and the teary-eyed Minju, your first thought is to run away.

And so you do just that, with surprising energy you sprint out of the café, back into your car and drive away to a secluded place, one you know that you won’t be bothered. And then tears start to fall out of your eyes as you begin to process all the information you just got. It doesn’t make sense to you that you cried. What it should have happen is that he would pity his friend, but he would feel nothing else because Wonyoung already has his heart.

If so, why is it that his heart feel like it’s broken into pieces? Why does it hurt so much? You don’t know that answer to that, but you still sobbed like a kid, all the pent-up frustration leaking out of you as you cry yourself to exhaustion, then ended up falling asleep in your car.

-----

Things have never been the same ever since that day.

Despite your best efforts, Minju’s voice and teary face linger in your mind days and nights, haunting you every waking moment, not even in your dreams are you safe from her words.

Minju has stirred up something in him. The logical side in him that he buried with the love he has for Wonyoung. The skeptical, analytic side that helped him in his career and steered the girls away from potential danger. The side that brings out the absolute worst in everything, that analyze every single detail.

You tried not to do it, you really did. But once the seed of doubt was planted, there was nothing stopping it from growing. So, you desperately try to find something, anything, no matter how small, to prove that Wonyoung is still yours and yours only.

But the more you look, the more you fall into despair.

You start to notice that she never allows you to touch the handbag containing the set of hygiene products that is usually reserved for using at her studio, although you have always been the one to arrange everything at home for her. It’s ok, you can ignore it, she may have her valuables in there.

You notice that when she comes home drunk, her clothes are no longer smooth and pretty like how she looks when she leaves. But instead, her clothes have creases in all the suspicious part, some got suspicious stains on it, not to mention some have torn apart slightly at a few places. Wonyoung doesn’t have the strength to do this, maybe someone else did?

And despite your best effort to ignore it, you always smell a faint distinct smell of cologne mixed with her own seats amidst the smell of alcohol on her, as well as a familiar, salty scent.

You dread your own imagination for think of that.

You try to turn your mind away from it, but the evidence is too obvious. It is too obvious. But you don’t want to believe it.

You love her with all your heart, you believe that what she’s doing is the best for you. She said herself that she wanted you to be with her. Hell, she was the one who confessed to you!

You’re on the verge of breaking at this point, just one more step, and you’re falling.

There’s still one last thing you need to confirm.

Sometimes, Wonyoung would come home after you’ve already asleep, and you would wake up with her snuggling in your arms.

This is the final chance to get the evidence you need that she loves you. With this, you can prove Minju wrong, and that Wonyoung really, truly loves you, and you’re just paranoid.

And so, you put your plan to motion.

On the night you know that she will come home very late due to hanging out with her friends, you stay awake, lying in your bed until you hear the bedroom room creak open, that’s when you close your eyes, faking to be in a slumber with your phone inside your pants’ pocket in record mode. You never know if you’re going to need evidence, better be safe than sorry.

You can hear small footstep getting closer, and closer, and closer, until you can feel a presence standing next to the bed on your side.

“Oppa? Are you awake?” You can hear Wonyoung’s soft voice, and you try your best to not spring up to give her a hug. She calls you one more time, and one more.

“That fucker is deep asleep, as always.” You hear a deep voice next to the bed as well. You almost yelp at the sudden voice but managed to keep your body still. That voice sounds familiar though.

“I told you baby. He sleeps like a log.” Wonyoung’s voice comes out. “Now, what did you say you want to do to me again?~” Her voice turns sultry, lustful, the same voice that she uses on him every time they make love with each other.

“I want to fuck you right next to him, to show who’s the superior male here~” You can hear the deeper voice’s reply, and you take all your energy to not spring up right then and there. Although you can feel the anger and sadness mixing in your body right now, you aren’t dumb enough to mess up your cover at the last second.

You feel an impact on the bed as Wonyoung and the other guy crash down onto her side of the bed, you can hear their sloppy kisses and him ripping her dress off. With the couple in such a proximity to him, he smells a whiff of the cologne, and finally recognize who is the other party. It is the idol guy that is almost always next to her during events. Before you can even feel the anger, your heart drop to despair as you hear them making out and having sex right next to you, their action shaking the bed violently, with moans and shouts coming from them.

You slowly readjust your position so that your face is turned out of their vision, as tears start to flow out of your eyes. This is irrefutable evidence. Minju was right.

Their activities continue long into the night, with you becoming numb to it all, tuning out every word and every shake the bed has.

Not all the words though.

“Why do you keep this guy around though? When you have me?”

“Why not? He’s like a toy, playing with him is very fun~”

That is the final nail in the coffin.

You want to do something, sit up, shout, and scream at them, maybe punch the guy to half death or something. But you’re too drained emotionally to even do anything. So, you just lay there, pretending to be asleep, hoping to actually get some rest and finally get this godforsaken night to be over.

Somehow you finally found enough peace to fall into a short sleep. But as you do, you feel a pair of arms wrapping around your torso, as Wonyoung snuggles closer to you, like how she always does in a night like this. And you would wake up happy to see her snuggle with you. How foolish.

-----

It’s been a few days ever since their argument.

And Minju isn’t faring any better than you do.

Her mind keeps repeating the words that you said on that day, and by piecing together Wonyoung’s action to you, it’s quite easy to find out what she’s been doing to you.

And it breaks her heart into million pieces, knowing it was because of her cowardice, her inability to confess to you, and gave Wonyoung the opening she needed to sink her claws into you.

She hasn’t been able to work properly since then, asking for a leave from the company, only leaving a message to calm down her fans, before she proceeds to shut herself in her apartment, or should she say, your old apartment?

You’ve been gracious enough to give her ownership of the apartment the moment you hear she had nowhere to go, and she’s been staying there ever since. Not because she doesn’t have money to move out, but because this place was your apartment, and she wants something related to you, to sooth her aching heart.

It’s quite late into the night when she hears a knock on the front door.

She hasn’t been sleeping well these days, which is why she’s still awake to hear the knock. Even a depressed, broken state, Minju still grabs something for self-defense, like how you taught her to. Though it’s proven useless the moment Minju peeks the peephole and is met with your disheveled appearance.

“Oppa?!” She exclaims, opening the door fully. She winces at his ragged appearance, with only hoodie and sweatpants. His hair messy and unkempt, his posture low and defeated. His eyes…oh god, his eyes, bloodshot, fill to the brim with tears, sullen, puffy, dead. If Minju thinks of herself as a mess, then the current you in front of her is a garbage dump.

“Can I come in?” Your voice raspy and hoarse, clear evidence of you crying for a long time. Minju quickly ushers you in before closing and locking the door. “W-what happened oppa?” She gently pushes you down at the couch. You say nothing, your eyes’ staring at the coffee table for a long period of time.

“Woojin oppa?” Minju gently touches your shoulder, feeling your body shiver at her touch.

“You…you were right, Minju-ah.”

That is all it takes for Minju to understand what happened to you.

You turn to her, your eyes teary with streams of tears staining your cheek, you try to smile at her, but your lips can’t even curl up with you wanting to just… Give up. “You were right about her. I…I was nothing to her, just, a toy.”

“Oppa…” Minju slowly, gently leans in to wrap her arms around you, enveloping into her hug, despite you being too big for her small frame. “It’s ok oppa, I’m here for you. You don’t have to be tough anymore.”

She can feel your body start to relax against hers as your face is buried into her shoulder, your arms wrapping loosely around her waist.

Soon enough, she feels her shoulder wet with his tears, his body trembling all over as he silently weeps and sob in her embrace, with her gently soothing him, her tears already flowing out of her at the sight of her broken friend.

After what seems like forever, you finally stop crying, now just be wrapped in the embrace of your friend. “Minju…” you start to sit up straight again, your hands wiping away the remaining tears. “I’m sorry for last time, I didn’t mean to shout at you.”

Shaking her head, she reasons with you. “It wasn’t your fault oppa, it was kind of rude for me to say those things to you.” “But it was necessary.” You hold her shoulder firmly, your lips finally curving up into a small smile for your dear friend. “Thank you, for snapping me out of it.”

In a way, Minju’s goal is completed, you are now snapped out of Wonyoung’s manipulation, so she should be happy. But seeing the haggard appearance of you in front of her right now, she wondered if it was the right thing to do. She doesn’t want to bring you any harm or pain, and it pains her even more to see you broken like this.

“What are you going to do now?” Minju tentatively asks “I honestly don’t know, Minju.” You let out a sigh. “Be my manager.” Minju grabs the chance instantly. “H-huh?”

“My company is still looking for a manager for me, and you would be the perfect candidate for the position.” Her gaze is fiercely locking onto you.

“I don’t know, Minju” you can’t bear the heat of her eyes, causing you to look downwards. “Who would want to hire a worthless, useless piece of shit like me-” Minju isn’t having any of this bullshit, so she stops you midway, tackling you onto the couch and mounting you.

“Whatever Wonyoung say to you, it isn’t true.” She affirms “You are not worthless, Woojin-ah.”

In order to avoid her piercing gaze, your eyes dart at anything that you can lay your eyes on. “If I’m not, why did Wonyoung abandon me?” You ask in a broken voice.

Minju chokes at the situation, not because she doesn’t know how to answer, but because the sound of your broken, defeated voice seem to kill her on the inside.

“Woojin-ah.” Minju’s voice turns soft. You’re still refusing to meet her eyes. “Look at me, please.” She cups your cheek, forcing you to face her, eventually, you have no choice but to gaze upon her.

“You’re not worthless.” She says softly. “It was you that tamed the chaos that was I*ZONE that no one else wanted to do.”

“It was you that helped us bond together and work towards our goals.”

“You, who listened to all of our whims like an older brother, yet still know when to draw the line and help stop us.”

“You, who listened to all of our deepest wishes, and chose not to reveal it, but to help each of us with our own wishes.”

“You, the one who beat up a guy just because he was disrespecting us.” Both you and Minju chuckles slightly at that one.

“It was because of you, that our memory as I*ZONE was so valuable.” She pauses for a bit. “I love you, Woojin.” Your eyes slightly widen at the second confession.

“I don’t know when it happened, but along the lines of childhood friends, to best friends, to brother figures and managers, I stopped viewing you as just a friend.” You can feel her hands trembling. “I’m sorry for not confessing to you back then. I’m sorry for letting everything gone out of hand. I’m sorry-”

Now it’s your turn to stop her in her words, but with a finger on her lips instead.

“It’s not just your fault, Minju.” You lower your voice. “It was also partly my fault, that I was ignorant of my best friend’s feelings, and only paid attention elsewhere. I’m so, so sorry for it.”

Minju is just lying there, staring at you for a long while, before she leans down for your lips, only to be stopped by you.

“I’m sorry Minju. But my heart, it isn’t ready for another relationship yet.” You look at her sadly, as you can see her feelings wavered in her eyes. “Can you wait for me?” You add to her surprise. “Can you wait until I’m ready for another relationship?”

Instead of leaning down for a kiss, she now digs her face into the crook of your neck, her arms wrapping around you tightly. “I’ll wait.” You can hear her muffled voice. “As long as it takes.” She snuggles herself deeper into you.

For the first time in these past few days, you feel relief, like a burden has been lifted off your shoulder, and that you are free, finally.

“Thank you, Minmin.” You mutter, just enough for her to hear, before you pass out for the night due to exhaustion. “No, thank you, oppa.” You don’t hear Minju’s response, but a faint smile appears on your sleeping face.

-----

“I can’t reach him.” Wonyoung says frustratedly, walking in circles in her studio. “He’s never been this unreachable before.”

It’s been almost a month ever since that night. After her heated bout of sex with her ‘friend’ right next to your sleeping body, she woke up the next day to found you already disappeared from the apartment. Though none of your items were taken away, you seem to disappear off the grid.

She tried to find you through your friends, but none of them even had a clue as to where you might be. At the first place, you don’t really have many friend (that she knows of), and ever since you moved in with her, you met them even less. A gnawing fear at the back of her mind informs her of her greatest fear, but she drives it away.

“Oh, come on, didn’t you say he’s just your toy? Why are you so worried about him?” Her ‘friend’ scoffs. “Are you saying that you want to do the chores?” She eyes him, causing him to shut up instantly.

You are disappearing don’t really affect Wonyoung much, besides the fact that her apartment is slowly becoming a mess because you aren’t there to clean it up. She might not care about you, but she acknowledges that you are useful to her, that’s why she kept you around for so long.

“Loosen up baby~” her ‘friend’ comes up to behind her. “Instead of worrying about him, why not have some fun with me instead?” He kisses her neck roughly, leaving quite a visible mark on it. You would have never been this rough to her- Wait, why is she thinking of you right now?

Soon enough, she is enticed by the guy’s action as they are wrapped in each other’s embrace, kissing and their tongue engaged in a battle for supremacy, entirely unaware that you, the person that she’s been looking for, is leaning against the studio’s door with a blank face.

“Ahem.” Now they see you, and she quickly pushes the other guy away from her, annoying him, you don’t really care though.

“Oppa!” She beams with a smile. “Where have you been?”

“I had urgent stuffs to take care, so I couldn’t inform you in time.” Instead of your usual obedient attitude, your tone sounds monotonous, bored, even somewhat chilly.

“Hey! What’s with the attitude!” Her ‘friend’ growls at you, to which you promptly ignore. No need to pay attention to a dog in heat.

“I got something for you.” You take out a bouquet of flowers and a small box, moving towards the nearby table and place them on it. “For our anniversary.”

It dawns on Wonyoung now that today’s their anniversary, and you must have come back because you’re still in love with her.

She walks up to check out the present: a necklace with her initials on it ‘J.W.’

“You like it?” You give her a smile that don’t quite reach your eyes.

“I love it, thank you oppa~” She beams at you again with the goddamn smile that still somewhat tug at your heartstring. But no, enough is enough. You refuse to be played again.

“Good, because that is the last present from me to you.” You say with a smile, yet all Wonyoung can feel is chills down her spine. “W-what do you mean oppa?” She stutters.

“We’re done. We’re through, I’m breaking up with you.”  You look unamused. “How many times do I need to say it?”

“B-but why?! We are good with each other! I love you!” You roll your eyes at her response, before taking out your phone and tapping on it. Soon enough, sounds of sex fills the room, the perpetrators of such an act are standing in the room with you. “Any question?”

“It-it was a mistake oppa! I was drunk!” Wonyoung tries to plead for herself. But her ‘friend’ has other ideas. “Yeah, I fucked her, so what?” He looks at you smugly. “You’re just a worthless being, how can you be a match to my flawless Wonyoung.” He tries to trigger you, but to his surprise, you remain surprisingly calm. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, enough of that bullshit.” You yawn.

“I’m only here to inform you of it. If you have any other ideas for me, I will release this audio online.”

“You fucker! Don’t you dare!” her ‘friend’ immediately rushes up to you in a fit of rage. “No wait! He knows martial arts-” Wonyoung’s warning comes too late, as you’ve gotten into stance beforehand, your body rotate quickly to your right, your left leg acting as the supporting leg for your body as your right leg chamber, then release quickly in a smooth motion, shooting straight in front of you, a beautiful spinning back kick, with your feet finding purchase right on the guy’s solar plexus, knocking him out instantly from the pain, with the momentum sending him flying backwards.

“Baby!” she yells, rushing towards the guy. You feel your heart broken at the sight of her caring for him, but then again, he is broken by her, what’s left to break?

“Can’t even withstand a kick.” You let out a sigh. “Let this be our last meeting, Wonyoung-ah.” You look at her. “I won’t ever see you again, so you won’t ever have to see me again, we are strangers from now on.”

With that said, you turn around to leave, only to be stopped by her shout. “You’re nothing without me!” You’re somewhat surprised by her outburst but regain your composure soon enough. Looking back at her, you let out a small smile. “I may be worthless in your eyes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do anything.”

“I gave you everything you wanted!” She still doesn’t know how to give up.

“You were the only thing I wanted.” You reply in a somber voice. “I don’t care if we were rich or poor. I would have been happy with you, even if we run a laundromat and do taxes.” You chuckle. “I truly, genuinely, did love you, Wonyoung.” You look at her one final time, to see tears streaming down her eyes. “Let us never see each other again.” You then exit the room, leaving behind a tearful Wonyoung hugging her fainted ‘friend’, or is it boyfriend now? “Oppa…” is the only thing that she mutters in the empty room.

Walking out of the studio, you feel refreshed, reborn once again. No longer are you the ‘oppa’ that was enslaved and blinded by love. You are now Yun Woojin, free to do whatever you please.

Though this relationship has left a scar in your heart, it’s nothing that you can’t overcome.

“Woojin oppa!” A sweet, familiar voice comes up from behind you, her arms giving you a squeeze from behind, before she takes your hand in hers seamlessly.

“Minju-” “I know I know, you’re not ready yet, but it’s quite chilly today, and I forgot the bring the packets, can I hold your hand? Please~” Her large, beady eyes look at you like a puppy.

“Fine.” “Yay!”

With your best friend by your side, you know you can overcome it. After all, she was the one who snapped you out of it. Or should you say, your girlfriend?

You glance at Minju, happily humming while walking hand in hand with you.

Hmmm… You know the effect she can have on you, similarly to Wonyoung, but she treats you as an equal, and is always willing to do anything for you.

One day, you think to yourself.

One day.

~~~~~

Ghost: How to attempt to trigger an audience without saying you are trying to attempt to trigger your audience. Lol

[macsmoods]

hii could i request a reallyy nonchalant fic abt hobie? i always felt like hobie would be the type to js NOT CARE what you look like so if u dressed up all nice and pretty for him hed be like “oh hey there” and if you said smthn abt it hed be like “idk why you care so much you still look gorgeous to me”

GORGEOUS

Hobie Brown

Summary: You have had the hugest crush on Hobie since you joined. The problem is no matter what you can’t seem to get him to realize. Wether you bake him sweets or buy him lunch or outwardly flirt with him it seems he never returns the gestures.

warning: fluff, language, kissing

not edited—requests:open——————————————————————— “Ok guys new plan and i think this one is perfect!” you exclaimed sitting down at the table. You, Gwen, and Miles all sat together at lunch sometimes Hobie joining. They knew all about your crush.

“oh god what now?” miles asked. You glared at home before beginning again.

“ok i know the cookies, lunch, and-”

“yes we know all about your attempts y/n, but why don’t you, oh i don’t know, you just tell him.” Gwen questioned. You choked on your fries as she said that.

“Tell him!” you whisper yelled, “That would ruin my life, i mean what if he says no, or tells the whole squad or worse-”

“Ok stop y/n jsut tell us your master plan.” miles sarcastically said. You smiled as he said that.

“I have the perfect outfit that he won’t be able to resist. He”ll at least have to compliment if not more.” you finished smiling. Miles stared absently at you as Gwen gave you a thumbs up.

“Oh god this plan is horrible.” you groaned putting your head in your hands.

“Well no i mean it could work right miles” gwen said elbowing miles.

“huh- oh yeah of course i’m sure it will work.” miles said cheerfully. You looked up happy again. You felt this would work.

“Ok good i’m glad you guys agree because it took me 2 weeks to put this outfit together.” you said grinning. Your heard miles mutter something under his breath as Gwen grinned back.

7:15 am

You walked into the break room getting ready for your morning meeting. “So how do i look?” you asked twirling in front of gwen and miles.

“You look so good y/n. ! I-I think this might actually work.” gwen said in disbelief. You had dressed his exact style. I mean technically it was your style to but you usually dressed down more.

“I’m so excited! I can’t wait to see him!” you said grinning.

“Y/n sit down the meeting about to begin and stop smiling so much it’s to early for that.” miguel muttered. You laughed with Gwen before sitting.

About 10 minutes into the meeting Hobie slipped in. Your eyes immediately met his. You gave him a timid wave trying to cover up the fact you were staring. He smirked at you before turning his attention to Miguel.

The meeting was boring except for the fact Gwen every few minutes would whisper that Hobie was staring. Every time she said it you would blush surely he saw.

Exiting the room your groaned. “I’m sorry but those meetings make my ears bleed.” Gwen and Miles nodded in agreeing.

You watched sadly as Hobie brushed past you without looking abck. “I thought he would at least say something.” you said glumly. “God i sound so stupid.”

“No babe you don’t. It’s ok i promise he was definitely interested in you.” You sulked in response heading to you office ready to begin the day.

The whole day Hobie had said nothing about your outfit. Nothing when you talked to him while getting coffee. Nothing at lunch. Nothing when you checked up on him in his office.

“I’m so sick and tired of it gwen. I’m gonna confront him i think.” you complained. Looking down you stirred your tea as you sat in Gwen’s office.

“Y/n that’s a great idea!” she yelled.

“what is?” you questioned.

“Confront him girl! It’s obvious he was staring so just call him out for it.” gwen answered. You looked up shocked.

“There’s now at i said that. Me? The girl that hate confrontation. I would never suggest that.” Gwen gave you a bored expression. “I mean i guess i could.” you admitted.

Gwen jumped up hugging you. “Yes do it! You got this y/n! Now go.” she said pushing you out.

“Your just doug this cause you want to make out with Miles!” you yelled as she slammed the door.

Nervously you made your way towards Hobies office. You stood there for a good 5 minutes debating whether to barge in or knock.

“If i knock i’ll be vulnerable but if i barge in he’ll thin I'm crazy. Whatever no matter what i’m crazy.” you muttered before barging in.

Hobie jumped in his seat as your slammed the door shut. “Woah there darlin whatcha doin?”

“God Hobie! You’ve been staring all day and couldn’t even compliment me. I mean i put all this work trying choose an outfit i think you’ll notice and you don’t even have the fucking balls to compliment me. Bad you know what i’m so tired of me mindlessly flirting with you and getting nothing in return. It makes me feel dumb because obviously i’m the only one who has feelings and your just letting me believe i have a chance!” you yelled at him.

Hobie chuckled standing up. Walking towards you he put his hands on your shoulders. “I’m gonna try and clear every single thing up that you’ve said alright. #1 I stare at you almost everyday not just today. Your so observant yet so blind it seems. #2 You shouldn’t need to seek the approval of others because you are already a goddess. #3 I don’t know how you haven’t noticed but i flirt back to.”

“but when have you ever even-” you couldn’t finish as he put a finger to your lips. You felt the cold metal on your lips.

“Can i finish?” you gave a meek nod in return. “#4 you aren’t the only one with feeling here ok?”

“ok” you whispered. It was the only thing you could muster up. He took a step back jsut looking at you.

“You are gorgeous darling. There’s no need for you to dress up to show me that.” he stated. You stared at him embarrassed. Your face was red as you looked at the ground.

“It was a real power move for you to barge in here. Caught me off guard.” he said lighting the mood.

“you think so? I spent some time debating wether i should knock or barge in. Obviously i chose the latter but i was afraid you wouldn’t-”

He kissed you. HE FREAKING KISSED YOU.

Pulling away he began. “Stop thinking about what i think of you. I already told you what i see. I see a beautiful, gorgeous women that i like a lot. I also like the taste that’s on your lips. What is that, strawberry chapstick.”

“shut up” you muttered pulling him into a hug.

He rocked back and fourth kissing the top of your head. You sighed in satisfaction.

You liked Hobie.

Hobie liked you.

There was no more confusion about it. ———————————————————————

Authors note

Ok this was so fun to write! I can totally see Hobie being like this. Kinda reminds me of Tyler the Creators song I Thought You Wanted to Dance. Anyways enjoy!

sincerely,

macsmoods🌊🫧