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hongnanglen-arina · 3 years

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Tasty | Choi Seungcheol/S.Coups

Genre: Crack, Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem reader

Warnings: sexual content (:

Words: 2.7k

A/N: Hey there! My dear Ro ( @binniesthighs ) and I wanted to exchange something nice for this years Valentine’s day so we decided to attack and crush the other with one member of SVT that has the most affect on us atm... hahaha and this piece is the final result. I hope you’ll like it Ro.... hrhrhr ♡

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The cafe was nice. There were all kinds of flowers hanging upside down the ceiling, giving the whole facility an effortless romantic charm. It was a new cafe and your boyfriend agreed in visiting it with you after you had shown him photos on SNS. If someone saw Seungcheol for the first time, they wouldn’t believe that this man has a soft and romantic side. And lucky you could call him your boyfriend.

Seungcheol’s hand let go of yours when he payed for your order. Normally you would fight over paying but today he won the discussion back at home to spare strangers to witness your little fight.

It didn’t take long until you could sit down with your order, admiring the location from a different angle. Seeing flowers everywhere and not only above your heads made you feel as if you were in a flower field on a lovely sunny day. It was different to all the other cafe’s you’ve visited so far.

“If the beverages and desserts are good too, I might become a regular here,” you smiled widely, clapping in your hands excited and Seungcheol chuckled.

“Sounds like I have to save money to pay for all your visits then?” You glared at him and he held his hands up in defeat. “Okay okay, sorry.”

Shaking your head, you took your hot cocoa and waited for your boyfriend to take his as well. Clinking them with giggles and as you were carefully taking your first sip, you heard Seungcheol say, “Happy Valentine’s, princess. I love you.”

You stopped in your tracks and almost dropped your hot cocoa because of his sudden confession, your cheeks heating up as you sheepishly replied, “I love you too, Seungcheol. Happy Valentine’s day.”

“Enjoy.” You nodded and took another sip. It was really good.

It seemed as if your boyfriend thought the same when you noticed his smile after trying his drink. You reached for the little fork to start with your cake when Seungcheol lifted up his dessert, holding it in his hand while taking a bit of the whipped cream on his finger.

Your gaze lowered and wondered if they didn’t give him a fork or anything but there was one on the little tray. When you locked eyes with him, you saw a smirk on his lips when he put the finger in his mouth slowly.

Why did it make you swallow so thickly? You shouldn’t be this affected by it.

Trying to concentrate on your own dessert, you were about to finally try your cake when you saw Seungcheol from the corner of your eyes have whipped cream on his finger again and you wanted to know if he did this on purpose. He waited until you looked at him and opened his mouth, poking his finger with the tip of his tongue first and letting it circle it afterwards, cleaning it.

“Tasty. Just like your juice. So sweet… and I can’t get enough of it.”

The piece of cake fell down your fork and you blushed furiously, instantly looking around to check if anyone heard his words. “Yah, you can’t say that here!”

“Why not? Everyone should know how easily it is for me to make my little girl wet.”

“W-what??? S-Seungcheol!!” You tried to hush him. With no avail and it got even worse when he stood up, causing everyone to look at him when he cleared his throat loudly.

“I would like to inform all of you that this cute girl here in front of me is my girlfriend. I love her so much. She’s sweet just like this dessert in my hand. Not just her looks and personality but also when she’s aroused and I’m buried between her legs-“

“SEUNGCHEOL!!” You almost screamed, wanting nothing more than to disappear from this world. What the hell was he doing!?

“I’m just telling the truth, princess. Your juice is so addictive, I could eat you out all day long.”

The people around you were either shocked or cheering you on, some even filming the whole scene with their phones.

“Y/n, you could spread your legs here and I will show everyone how we do it.”

“OKAY, WHAT THE HELL!? I’M LEAVING! OH MY GOD!!” Jumping off your chair, you headed in the direction of the door but your boyfriend grabbed your wrist, making you stop.

“I mean it, princess. Let’s give them a little show. Maybe they want to have a taste, too?”

“Are you crazy?!?!?” Trying to free yourself from his grip, he easily grabbed your other wrist and pulled you closer. “Believe me, I know what I’m doing,” he smirked and roughly pressed his lips on yours.

—

With a loud gasp you opened your eyes.

Your view wasn’t completely clear and sharp at first so you automatically blinked several times, noticing that you are in your bedroom and on your bed, cosily lying, wrapped in your blankets and having the scent of fresh linen filling your senses.

So it was just a dream. Absentmindedly you pouted to yourself. The date with your boyfriend felt so real and the little snippets you still had on your mind made you feel sad because it wasn’t but felt so real. Well, you definitely didn't need the second half of it though. You smiled to yourself and made a mental note that you should do a cafe date with Seungcheol soon when you felt something underneath your blanket, shuffling between your legs to be specific.

The moment you realized what was going on, you gasped out loud again, hands quickly grabbing and holding onto the sheets beside you. Something warm and wet touched your core and you wanted to close your legs, just to be stopped by two big hands. Seungcheol held you spread open for him so that he could continue doing what he had started.

“B-baby…” you stuttered, slightly overwhelmed by the pleasant wake up call.

More ruffling and your boyfriend lifted the covers a little, showing you his face. The look on his face was rather cute considering what he was doing to you. “Good morning princess.” After a wink, he disappeared again and left you no time to talk some more as his hands grabbed your thighs again, this time a bit tighter. His mouth was back on you, mouth sucking at your sensitive folds, moving them from side to side, just to stimulate your nerves.

Seungcheol was taking his sweet time with you.

You felt his tongue drawing circles over your clit, almost touching it but never giving you the direct contact. Unable to suppress the need, you tried to grind your hips against his face but when your boyfriend noticed it, his big hands held you in place, holding you down when he blew cold air on your clit, causing your body to shudder. Biting down on your lip, you let your head turn to the side, closing your eyes to concentrate on the feeling only.

He moved his hands, letting his nails dig into your flesh and giving you a pleasurable sting when he scratched along your thighs until his hands left them and moved closer to your core, spreading your folds with his thumbs to get better access. Your breath hitched when his tongue pressed against your entrance, dipping in and out slightly to tease you while the cold tip of his nose touched your skin. Seungcheol’s soft breath tickled you while his wet muscle pushed deeper into you. Just when you thought you would get more, he pulled out to place a faint kiss on your clit. He repeated it again and again, sometimes even thrusting his tongue in and out twice before giving a kiss.

Since his grip on your legs was gone, you were able to lift your hips, begging silently for more and after a while Seungcheol obeyed. While he kept your folds spread with one hand, he used to spread your juice with the other one and also to cover his long fingers with it. You had given him a lot already and combined with his spit, it was easy for him to cover your whole sex with it. Your legs trembled as you felt him prep you for the next step.

An impatient whine could be heard from you and for a second you thought you could feel him smile against your core before he started to kitten lick your clit, finally giving you more friction.

You were lost in the feeling, lifting your hips just to meet his movements, guiding his tongue to the spots you preferred. Switching from working on your clit, he occasionally left it to tease your folds, sucking at them, just to give your clit a stronger suck afterwards.

Your legs were shaking beside Seungcheol’s head, chasing your high, you stopped suppressing the soft noises that left your mouth. The sheets in your hands were pulled out from underneath the mattress when your boyfriend’s middle finger suddenly pushed into you. Arching your back, you accidentally made his finger enter you even more, clenching around his digit when he twisted his wrist a bit to cause friction on your throbbing walls.

The thin layer of sweat on your body soaked the blanket underneath you as you tried to meet Seungcheol’s rhythm. After a while a second and third finger was added, filling you even more. It felt so good to feel his fingers in you but they would never replace the perfect feeling his cock would give you every time you two had sex.

Another whine left your lips, followed by a moan when he flicked over your clit with the tip of his tongue, his fingers still pumping in and out of your throbbing hole.

“Oh god… I’m…. I’m almost there…..”

Seungcheol hummed satisfied against your core and bend his fingers upwards, touching your g-spot and rubbing over it without a warning and you had a hard time to keep your legs spread and not to crush him in between.

You wiggled your hips, unsure if you wanted more or if you wanted to escape this sweet torture.

The moans were getting louder and louder as he kept the pace, placing one hand on your lower stomach to intensify the friction on your sweet spot deep inside and you could feel your orgasm approaching. Steadily but not fast enough for your liking so you rolled your hips against him to help you get there. With one hand now above your head, your knuckles turned white as your grip around the headboard tightened. And with one hard suck on your clit the wave of your orgasm washed over your body, a broken cry coming from you when everything became blurry for a second. You had to close your legs because of the intense waves but you couldn’t because Seungcheol’s broad shoulders kept them open. He crawled up your body a little to place soothing kisses on your stomach while waiting for your orgasm to fade, his fingers slowing down in your core as you clenched less.

Your eyes were still closed but you noticed him move, expecting him to get a wet cloth to clean you up as he always did, but he just crawled on top of you and watched your face, mouth slightly open because you were still trying to control your breathing.

The moment you met his gaze, he was licking his fingers clean and you couldn’t help but to wipe his chin with your index finger. He thanked you with a soft smile which you returned. Neither of you talked. The both of you were lost in each others eyes, admiring the other and almost forgetting about the fact that you were naked, him between your legs and his erect cock pressing against your core.

Seungcheol was the one to break the silence. “Ready for round two, princess?”

You bit your lip sheepishly. “I’m not sure if I have enough energy for that.”

He chuckled at your words and softly bumped your nose with his. “Don’t worry. Just hold onto me. I will do the work.”

Giving his plump lips a quick kiss was your way to give him your approval, making him reach to the little drawer to get a condom. “You’re so tasty, it always makes me hard and longing for more… I can’t help it…” he admitted with flushed cheeks before taking the foil package between his teeth to rip it open.

You watched him without a word. Just the sight of him on top of you, preparing himself for the second round caused your own cheeks to heat up and you felt the urge to tell him to hurry up.

When the condom was rolled over him, Seungcheol adjusted himself, guiding his length so that it’s tip was lightly entering you. He placed his arms on each side of your head and waited until you wrapped your arms around him.

“Ready?” His voice was low and he waited for your nod before pushing forward. He didn’t hold back at all. He knew you were already prepared and wet enough for him, all of him. Also he knew your body like no one else. Sometimes even more than you. Your boyfriend made you realize it often enough in the past.

Seungcheol muffled his low grunts in the crock of your neck as he bottomed you out, lifting his hips to let them snap back in such a force, you were moaning loudly against his ear, grip tightening on his back.

“O-oh god!” You felt his hands cover the top of your head to protect you from hitting it against the headboard as he fucked you hard and deep, slurs of curse words leaving his lips but were muffled in your neck. With each trust you felt his balls slap your ass and without a second thought, your hands traveled down along his muscular back, leaving faint scratches on their way until they grab his ass.

His movements staggered for a split second and that was the sign for you to give him a smack on his ass. “F-fuck, y/n!” He groaned and sped up his thrusts, showing you that he was close. Although you thought you couldn’t reach a second orgasm, you felt the familiar pressure deep within your body that you gave your boyfriend’s ass a squeeze.

“M-mind… to help me for a second time, baby?”

Seungcheol propped himself up to look at your eyes and even though he needed his own release, a smile formed on his lips and he help his hips still for a moment, letting his cock stay deep in your core before grinding his hips against yours, giving you friction on your clit again.

You opened your mouth but except of your moans and whines, no full word could be heard. Bending your legs, you moved your hips as best as you could, meeting Seungcheol’s grinds. His mouth found your neck and sucked at the spot below your ear, causing you to dig your nails deep into his skin. The pleasant pain let him instantly snap his hips back and forth and before you could warn the other, you two reached your orgasm at the same time. Him shooting his load into the condom while your pulsating walls milked everything he offered.

You lost track of time when you felt him shift and throw away the used condom, pulling your form against his chest. The pace of his heartbeat hasn’t fully normalized just like yours and your bodies were covered in sweat but neither of you cared.

Seungcheol pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Let’s sleep some more, it’s still early. Later I want to go to a cafe with you. There’s a new one down the road and my friends told me it’s really good.

Your eyes grew wide as you remembered your dream. “Yah, can you read my mind or something?”

Seungcheol just wiggled his brows with a grin. “I’m your boyfriend. I know what you like, princess.”

Oh yes, he definitely knew. But in your thoughts you hopes that the last part of your dream won’t ever come true.

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gumnut-logic · 3 years

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One of my favs

Definitely an Allie night tonight (except for that very alluring photo of Virg earlier, and the incident with the mullet :D). I has no new fic to share due to the evilness of work, so here be a repost of an Allie fic I wrote for @ak47stylegirl during Fandomversary 2019.

Despite not being a Virgil focussed fic, it has become one of my favs.

-o-o-o-

Freckles

This was going to suck.

Alan taxied Tracy Two into her hangar and groaned. Thunderbird Two was up on her struts, over module four, obviously undergoing a maintenance cycle. Virgil would be on the floor and he had no hope of avoiding his brother.

Not going to stop him from trying though.

Post flight, a grab of his bags and he was sneaking.

Stealth Tracy. He could do it.

First things first, locate Virgil.

From where he was standing there was no sight of him.

“Hey, Alan. Good trip?”

He jumped and dropped his bags. “Hell, Gordon, give a guy a heart attack.”

His fish brother raised his hands in defence. “Well, excuse me. Next time I’ll send you a morse code welcome from the other side of the Island so I don’t disturb you.”

Alan let out a sigh. “Okay, I’m sorry. Great to see you, too.”

And Gordon was staring at him. “Are you hiding?”

“Gor-“

“What happened to your face?” And his sunnies were ripped off his nose. “Ho, ha, this is gonna be great.”

He grabbed his glasses from his brother and shoved them back on his face. “Shut up, Gordon.”

“Does Virgil know?”

“No, and I’m trying to keep it that way, so shut up.”

His brother grinned at him and held out a hand. “For a price.”

“Price? What price?”

“Help me flush Four’s sanitary systems.”

“Aw, god, Gordon, no! I’m not cleaning up your shit.”

“Heh, then I’m going to go get Virg and have a discussion about your face.”

“Gordon, please.”

“Nope, sanitary flushing or embarrassed blushing.”

“You suck.” He glared at his brother. “I’m going to remember this. Next time Scott is after you, don’t bother coming to me for help.”

For the briefest of moments, Gordon’s eyes widened before he regained his composure. “We’ll see about that. Have fun with Virgil.” The aquanaut wandered off.

Aaargh, Gordon could be such a...

Something clattered on the concrete on the far side of the hangar. Alan shrunk into Tracy Two’s shadow.

Okay. Let’s do this.

Grabbing his bags he slipped along the edge of the hangar until he reached the module train. Creeping around the far side of module six, he peered out the around its backend.

Virgil was hanging from Two’s thruster assembly, head buried in a hatch.

Okay, he might just be able to manage this.

Stepping lightly as possible, he crept past his brother towards the elevator.

“Hey, Alan, welcome back.”

Damn.

“Uh, hey, Virg.” He refused to look up and just waved casually, his heart beating like crazy. Maybe those several metres up in the air would save him.

“Did you have a good time.”

“Had a blast. Brandon sure knows how to throw a party.”

“So I heard.”

Heard? “Uh, I’m a bit tired I’m just going to go upstairs and unpack.”

“See you at dinner.”

“Okay.”

“Oh, and Alan.”

“Yeah?”

“Nice sunnies.”

He almost looked up. Almost.

“Uh, thanks. See you later.”

Not if he could help it.

He beelined for the elevator. One annoying brother avoided...mostly...one more to go.

The elevator was blessedly cool and he leant against the silvery wall while the car carried him up to the residential levels. God, he hoped he could make it to his rooms. He felt hot and just ugh.

The elevator stopped just short of his destination.

Damn.

The doors opened and he held his breath.

Brains and Max entered and the ride resumed.

“Max, honestly, I d-do not know w-what you were thinking.”

The robot sputtered at his creator, beeping madly.

“But that was G-Gordon. You h-have an entire d-directive listing regarding his behaviour. Y-you know not to do everyth-thing he asks.”

Another impertinent beep.

“That is exactly why you h-have an entire d-directive listing!”

Apparently they hadn’t even noticed he was there.

The elevator slowed at his level and he made a point of edging around Brains. Max beeped at him, but Brains had fallen silent, chin on hand, elbow on wrist, as if posing for a sculptor.

Alan didn’t care, he just wanted out of there and threw himself around the corner.

Straight into Scott.

“Woah! Allie, welcome back! Hey steady there.” He wouldn’t admit it, but despite what he knew was about to happen and the suffering that would follow, it was good to see his eldest brother.

And kinda nice to be held by him too.

“What’s with the sunglasses?” He could almost count it down in his head. He looked up at those mirror image blue eyes and let his shoulders drop. This was so gonna suck. “Alan? What’s wrong with your face?”

His brother held both of his shoulders and peered at him. A moment and one hand gently peeled off the sunglasses. “Oh my god, Alan. What were you thinking?”

He let out a sigh. So busted. Who was he kidding. This was inevitable. “I guess I wasn’t thinking.”

“That much is very clear. You are going to the infirmary now.”

“Aw, Scott it isn’t that bad.”

“You have blisters, Alan!”

“I have?” He hadn’t really looked in a mirror since he left the Gold Coast. Brandon, of course, had laughed at him. It hadn’t seemed that serious. A bit of sunburn was all.

That’s what you get when you party all day in the Australian sun and forget your sunscreen.

Though come to think of it, he was feeling rather hot.

“Virgil, drop everything and meet me in the infirmary.”

“Aw, not Virg, really?”

Scott wrapped an arm around Alan’s shoulders and started to herd him towards the elevator. “He is the most qualified.”

“But it is only sunburn.”

The elevator doors closed behind them.

“Alan, you know I know you know all the symptoms of exposure, so don’t even bother.”

The arm around his shoulders was very gentle.

Virgil was standing in front of the elevator as the doors opened. How the hell he had gotten there so fast...but the expression on his second oldest brother’s face told him everything.

He hadn’t managed to sneak past at all. Virgil had been following him.

Nice sunnies indeed.

Virgil approached quietly, not saying a thing. One large finger reached up under Alan’s chin and tilted his head up gently. The medic sighed and a worried frown creased his brow.

But he didn’t say anything.

Virgil let him go and led them out of the elevator and into the infirmary.

Alan climbed onto the bed as directed and waited for the lambasting. After all, he knew he had been an idiot, and deserved every word.

“Where else?” Brown eyes were looking at him in concern.

“What?” Damn, he was hot.

“Where else did you get burnt.

“Oh, arms, hands, feet...and maybe my hair? Feels like my hair is on fire.”

“C’mon, lay down.” Scott was suddenly shoving a pillow under his head. The pillow was lovely and cool. His shoes were gently taken off and that was a relief in itself.

Virgil took his temperature and frowned even more. A glass of something was handed to him and he was told to drink. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was obviously something medical. It was cool on his throat.

Grandma appeared and as with everything Grandma, it was fussing, hugs and, well,...love.

“Did Brandon know you were burnt this badly?” Something pricked his hand and he discovered Virgil had stuck him with an IV bag. Was that really necessary?

Gordon barrelled in. “Hey, Brandon has you on his vlog!” His brother held up his phone and all the family turned to watch.

And Alan saw himself for the first time.

Sunburn panda.

Omigod.

Very sunburnt panda.

In front of twenty odd million viewers.

“Thunderbird Five.” It was Commander Tracy who spoke.

His middle brother blinked into existence beside the bed. “What can I...Alan? What the hell?!”

“John, hack the Bear’s feed. I want those images gone.” John’s turquoise eyes lingered on Alan for a moment, before narrowing on the feed spouting from Gordon’s phone.

His voice was almost menacing in reply. “FAB.”

He blinked out.

Twenty seconds later, the Bear feed went offline. Rather abruptly.

Gordon was staring at Alan. “Allie, what the hell did you do to yourself?” Obviously the hangar had been dark enough to conceal at least a little of his colouring. “Blisters?”

Virgil was hovering with some kind of medicated cream in his hands. The next moment was absolute bliss as his brother applied the ever so cool, numbing wonderment to his face. He literally sagged into the bed.

“I was so, so stupid.”

“Yes, you were.” Virgil’s voice was a reassuring rumble. “But at least we know you won’t do it again.”

“No, no I won’t.”

John blinked in again and Alan found himself surrounded by his family. As Virgil started applying the cream to his feet, Alan suddenly wondered why he had been trying to hide from these people. Sure there would be nagging, perhaps some laughter and good natured ribbing, but...

Grandma reached over and draped a damp cloth over his hair. “Feeling a bit better, dear?”

“Yes, Grandma.” It was only a bit of sunburn, but... “Thank you, guys.”

“Don’t do it again.” Scott, as always worried.

“Look after yourself better, Alan.” Virgil, always caring.

“Don’t make me keep an extra eye on you.” John, always watching.

“A panda! I’ve always wanted to see a panda!” Gordon, always loving.

Grandma gently brushed a stray hair off his forehead. “Rest, honey.” Always Mom.

His family.

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FIN.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #alan tracy #Gordon Tracy #Scott Tracy #Virgil Tracy

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Galactica, Chapter 64 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Violet was not pleased by Team Adult’s discussion about Courtney, and Katya tried to grit her teeth and smile through her anxiety.

This Chapter: Katya continues to fake it, Tati rescues Courtney from Team Adult, Bianca makes nice, and Violet finds joy with an old friend.

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“Katya! How are you, girl?” asked Alexis, giving her a tight hug that smelled like sweet florals.

Even though Katya had barely worked in Fame’s office, the entirety of the Galactica staff absolutely loved her, the crew always welcoming her back with open arms ever since the first time Trixie brought her back, everyone delighted to see her.

“Hi! I’m good, how are you?” Katya replied, touching the ruffles of her dark red skirt, doing her best to keep the smile on her face. “Love this dress.”

Alexis looked at her for a long moment before tilting her head and lowering her voice, asking, “Are you okay?”

Katya bit back a sarcastic reply. After all, Alexis couldn’t have guessed that she was about the 40th person tonight to ask her that question. Katya was trying her best, she really was, but simply maintaining her sanity all week had been hard enough.

She just didn’t have the energy to be her usual effervescent self, and she knew it.

“I’m fine, just a little tired,” Katya shrugged, the words an absolute lie since she honestly felt exhausted. “You know, this time of year the six year olds are a bit out of control. Christmas cheer and all.”

Alexis laughed, patting her on the arm. “Well, bless you for taking care of the little monsters.”

When Alexis left a few minutes later, Katya felt a familiar arm wrap around her shoulders. “You know, if you want to leave early, we can.”

“That’s okay, sugar butt.” Katya turned around, placing a kiss on Trixie’s cheek, her fiancé wearing a sparkly silver tuxedo. “I know it’s important for you to bond with your team.”

“Yeah, but it’s even more important that you’re okay,” Trixie told her softly, holding her against his side, his voice low and full of concern.

“Have I told you today that you’re my favorite?”

“No…”

Katya wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him flush against her, Trixie immediately responding to her dominance. “How about this...you go chat up whoever you need to, and I’ll go prepare a sampling of every dessert they have...then we can meet back at that table in 10 minutes for a taste test?”

“Oh, you’re so on, baby.”

He gave her an enthusiastic high-five before scampering away, Katya smiling at his jaunty little walk. She’d been feeling so guilty for days now, wondering if she’d ever be enough for him. If she couldn’t handle kids, would he still be happy? She supposed there was no way to truly know for sure, and that thought plagued her like no other.

“Hey Katya. Are you okay?”

Katya closed her eyes, taking a brief moment to center herself before forcing a sunny smile and turning towards April’s voice.

***

The Galactica party was a lot more fun than Tati expected, everyone so much sweeter than she had hoped. She had bumped into Violet, the two of them actually talking this time, and Ivy had said hello to her earlier, Tatianna still beyond grateful for how kind the redhead had been to her at the holiday show. And then of course, there was the lovely Max, who had taken some photos for Tati’s portfolio after they’d met in September.

“Hi Max!” she exclaimed, greeting him with a bright smile. “It’s great to see you again!”

“Tatianna, hello!” Max said, gesturing for her to stop and pose in front of a big glittering Christmas tree, snapping a few shots of her, laughing as she hammed it up, giving him her best poses. “Well done.”

“I feel so honored to be in front of your camera again,” Tati said.

“Not for the last time, I hope.”

“Oh god, me too. I honestly can’t thank you enough for that session we had.”

“So they were useful then?” Max asked.

“You’re kidding, right?” Tatianna didn’t want to say that the simple photos Max had taken of her in his studio were a million times better than the meager gigs her agency had booked for her. It had been so much fun to shoot with him, Max guiding her with his calm voice and clear vision, the results speaking for himself even though Tatianna had just been doing what he asked. “They’re the best photos in my portfolio, hands down.”

“I know it’s tough when you’re starting out,” Max said, “But I’m sure you’ll find your niche; you’re very talented.”

“Thanks,” Tati said, hoping it wasn’t just something people said. It felt like she’d spent months pounding the pavement with little to show for it. Thank god for Courtney for getting her in with Galactica, because the holiday show had been her first major job for a real label, and she had her fingers crossed about walking for them during fashion week, hoping she’d done enough to prove herself.

She glanced towards Courtney once again, standing with Bianca and Miss Fame and what looked like a whole group of their high-roller friends, including the supermodel, Raven, who Tati still couldn’t believe she’d worked with. (Not that they’d exchanged two words, but even being in the same backstage area as her had been exciting.)

Tati knew that she should probably go over and say hi, but you couldn’t pay her to interrupt that group. Although from the look on Courtney’s face, she might have welcomed the interruption--poor girl looked stressed, clinging to Bianca’s hand for dear life.

Max followed her gaze, chuckling to himself. “Courtney’s new girlfriend is certainly a good person to know.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve met her before and I don’t think I left a very big impression. Although to be fair, she was real busy eye-fucking Courtney the whole time.”

Max laughed some more at that and said, “That sounds about accurate.”

Finally, Courtney glanced back in Tati’s direction, her eyes lighting up when she saw her. She leaned in, murmuring something into Bianca’s ear, then came bounding towards Tati, a relieved expression on her face.

“Augh, you look so fucking pretty!” Tati squealed, pulling Courtney in for a tight hug.

“Look who’s talking, golden goddess!” Courtney cried, taking her whole ensemble in, then turning to Max to add, “Hi Max, how are you?”

“I’m well, thanks,” Max said, picking up his camera again and snapping a shot of the two of them, Courtney on her tiptoes. “I should probably leave you ladies to catch up. Have a lovely evening.”

“Bye!”

“I love these shoes!” Tati said, spinning Courtney around.

“Thank you, they’re Bianca’s,” Courtney said, beaming up at her.

“So...how’s that all going? Are you having fun?”

“Tonight?” Courtney asked, smile fading, the look on her face betraying exactly how much fun she was not having. “Tonight’s been...interesting. I mean she’s amazing. And walking the red carpet together was just the most exciting moment of my whole life.”

“Aww…” Tati grinned, then asked, “...but?”

“But...her friends are...not quite in favor of it. I think they think she could do better.”

“Fuck them! You’re a goddamn catch.”

“Thank you,” Courtney giggled, then waved to someone excitedly. “Oh! There’s Alaska! She’s the best, she’s in charge of the makeup department and she told me they’re gonna be casting the next campaign in January. Let’s go say hi!”

“I love you…” Tati said, letting Courtney pull her over to a striking blonde woman in a blue gown with sky-high heels and even higher hair.

Tati stood up straight, hoping to make a good impression, but their exchange with Alaska was quickly cut short when a swarm of people flocked over to hammer Courtney with questions about her scandalous date.

“Are you guys actually a couple?”

“Is Miss Fame mad?”

“How long has it been going on?”

“Are the rumors true?”

Courtney laughed, taking the questions in stride and giving very diplomatic answers along with a few knowing winks, finally able to loosen up and have fun.

***

Shangela loved the annual Christmas party. Sure, it was a pain to put together, Fame’s attention to detail and demand for perfection almost impossible to keep up with, and yet, they managed it every single year, the result always worth it.

“Mmh!” Rita moaned, her eyes closed. “God, this gelato is magnificent!” The HR director was dressed in a sparkly blue suit, her hair twisted in a tight updo.

“Do you two want a room?” Jaida raised an eyebrow, her arms crossed, her white nails tapping against her brown skin. She was dressed in glittery royal purple, and looked like a million bucks.

“Do not be jealous of those of us who have chosen comfort over beauty,” Rita smiled, her accent coming out. “You might be skinny, but I, I have gelato.”

Shangela snorted, Jaida hitting Rita’s shoulder and leaning in for a taste.

“Guys!” Shangela looked out on the dance floor, Kiara standing there with her arms over her head decked out in sparkling gold, Laganja next to her in gorgeous yellow. “Get on out here!”

“Come on!” Laganja cupped her mouth, “or are you scared you can’t shake it?!”

“Ugh!” Shangela gasped, holding a hand to her chest. “Girl you did not just say that to my face! Move aside!”

***

Bianca loved her friends, but she knew how intense and judgmental they could be, and so she was glad to see Courtney finally having fun on the dance floor with Tati. She smiled slightly to herself, watching as Courtney twirled and laughed--the lowkey shade she’d gracefully endured earlier seemingly forgotten.

She turned back to the group, catching Fame’s eye and giving her what she hoped was her most charming smile. Fame narrowed her eyes slightly, lips pursed, and Bianca sidled up to her, putting an arm around her waist.

“So on a scale of 1 to 10...how mad are you?” Bianca asked softly.

“A 7.” Fame’s voice was cold, but she didn’t push on Bianca’s arms, didn’t try to wiggle out of her embrace.

“I’ll take that,” Bianca laughed, a moment of relief fluttering in her chest.

“You know I hate being blindsided,” Fame told her.

“I know, I know...but be honest. If I’d called you and told you that I was bringing her, what would you have said?”

“I’d have said the same thing I told you a month ago.” Fame looked at her, her blue-gray eyes filled with annoyance. “Absolutely not. Stay away from my staff, and for damn sure don’t bring them anywhere near a red carpet.”

“Exactly.”

Fame rolled her eyes, shaking her head at Bianca, but not making any move to get away from her gasp. She was definitely peeved, and wanted Bianca to know, but they’d be okay. And Bianca had no doubt that once her friends realized that her relationship with Courtney was serious--and even better, than it was making her so absolutely happy--they’d all get on board.

Bianca leaned in and pressed a kiss to Fame’s cheek, then inquired, “Still a 7?”

Fame gave her some side eye before admitting, “Maybe a six and a half.”

“Hey, progress!” Bianca said, clinking their glasses together, Fame not pulling away which Bianca took as another win. “That’s barely more than usual.”

“If you ever,” Fame pointed at Bianca, champagne twirling around in her glass, “pull something like this again,” Fame’s voice was firm and hard, a warning tone in it that left no room for arguments. “I might not be so forgiving.”

“So you’re saying don’t propose at your Spring runway show?” Bianca asked, a mischievous grin deepening her dimples.

“Bianca, that’s not funny,” Fame sighed, exasperation radiating from her and Bianca laughed, hugging her tight. “If I thought you’d still be together in February, you’d be on very thin ice right now.”

“Good one, blondie,” Bianca said. Given the circumstances, she decided it was better to let her have that one.

***

Courtney had never liked her coworkers more than tonight, on the dance floor. She was so used to seeing everyone in their serious, professional modes, but getting tipsy and a bit silly with them was a much-needed reprieve.

However, as much fun as it was, her eyes kept getting pulled towards Bianca, and her dimples, and the hand that was wrapped around her glass that Courtney wished was wrapped around her thigh. At one point, she glanced over to find Bianca gazing back at her, tingles rushing up her spine as their eyes met.

She smiled slowly, giving her best hair toss and bedroom eyes, hips moving in a slow, lazy circle. Then, for good measure, just to really hammer the message home, she took her fingers and slid them slowly up her thigh, lifting her skirt ever so slightly.

Bianca’s expression barely changed, but Courtney was watching closely enough to detect the slight quirk of her eyebrow, the smile tugging on her lips. She also saw Bianca’s eyes flick over to the exit, then back to her, and gave the faintest nod of agreement.

“Tati? Would you hate me if I took off?”

“What?” Tati yelled over the music, laughing as Bob took her hand and spun her in a circle. “No, go get laid, girl. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

And with one last air kiss, Courtney headed for the door, nearly skipping towards the exit.

Bianca took longer than her to extricate herself from her friend group, and by the time she made it out to the lobby, Courtney was already waiting, posed, leaning against a table covered in poinsettias.

Bianca threw open the door, striding towards her quickly, taking her face into her hands and kissing her hungrily. When she pulled away, she was already breathing hard, one hand wrapped around Courtney’s waist, the other tangled in her hair.

“Did you have fun in there?”

“It was alright,” Bianca murmured, lips trailing down her jaw. “Fuck, why didn’t I get a hotel room for us?”

“Um, because you live four blocks away?” Courtney ventured as her eyes fell closed.

“Four long, endless blocks,” Bianca moaned softly, fingers gripping her waist tighter.

“Come on…” Courtney giggled, pushing off from the table and heading for the door. “Let’s get out of here.”

***

“Uh!” Pearl’s eyes widened as she swallowed, an explosion of deliciousness in her mouth. She reached down, stabbing another piece of the passion fruit mousse on her fork. She had spotted Violet sitting by herself, her friend clearly not having a good time, so Pearl had done what any great bro would do, which was kidnap her, the two of them now tucked away in the darkest corner she could find.

“Try this one Vivi!”

“What?” Violet looked at her like she was crazy, a raspberry tart on her half of the plate and Pearl couldn’t help but laugh. Their legs were intertwined, the seat they had taken not nearly big enough for two adults. Pearl had grabbed them a plate of the teeny tiny desserts that had been put out, the treats resting on Pearl’s thigh and Violet’s skirt.

“Come on,” Pearl grinned, raising the fork, “Here comes the airplane.”

“You’re insane,” Violet laughed, the frown of her beautiful face completely gone.

“Open wide!” Pearl moved the fork forward, making an airplane noise, Violet hitting her hand to get it away from her face.

“Pearl!” Violet cried, outrage in her voice, even though she was still laughing, their plate almost toppling over, Pearl popping the bite in her own mouth.

“I’ll get you next time.” Pearl wiggled her brows, swallowing the mousse down.

“Please,” Violet sounded exasperated, but she was adorable when she was upset, Pearl knowing few things that were more fun than ruffling Violet’s feathers. Pearl was just about to go for Violet’s raspberry tart, stealing it a surefire way to get into another play fight, when she saw light coming out of Violet’s clutch.

“Umh, Vivi?” Pearl pointed to the ground, “Your bag is glowing.”

“Shit!” Violet’s eyes widened, and she lunged for her clutch, nearly tipping over the plate as she fished her phone out.

***

“Fuck!” Courtney exclaimed, Bianca all but hurling her onto the bed, her dress tossed to the floor the second they’d stepped off the elevator.

Courtney was already on edge from the ride home, Bianca driving her absolutely nuts in the backseat of the town car, sucking wet kisses into her neck, toying with the little decorative buttons on the front of her panties. She sprawled on the bed, legs danging over the side, looking up wild-eyed at Bianca standing above her, tugging her down by the skirt.

“Please, B...”

“Please what, angel?” Bianca asked, flashing her a wicked smirk as she slowly knelt down between her legs.

“I...I…”

“I love these practical undies,” Bianca said, fingers trailing over the edge of Courtney’s gray, boy-cut panties. She dipped her head, teeth pulling at the little buttons, the pressure against Courtney’s clit even better than it had been in the car, immediately making her grasp the covers in her fists.

“I love seeing you all wet like this, baby.” Bianca nuzzled into the front of her panties, then began to kiss down her thigh.

“So wet,” Courtney echoed, thrusting her hips up, begging, “Take them off, please.”

Bianca pressed one more kiss to her inner thigh, then began to slide her panties down. She let go of the covers, hands going to her tits, playing with her nipples to release some of the pressure building up in her abdomen.

“In a hurry?” Bianca teased, lips ghosting over her.

“I need…”

“What do you need, angel? Tell me,” Bianca urged, nibbling gently on her thigh, mouth moving higher. “Tell me.”

“You tongue…” she whined, not caring how needy and strung-out she must have seemed.

“Uh huh...where?” Bianca licked her, so gently she thought she might scream, right at the crease of her thigh.

Courtney let out an impatient, strangled moan, pinching her nipples hard, hips rolling faster now. She could feel Bianca’s hot breath against her, and all she wanted was that mouth, that tongue, but words were failing her. The only thing she could manage was a gasping litany of, “Please please please please…”

It seemed to work, though, Bianca swirling a tongue over her, finally, strong hands holding her shaking legs apart. Her body responded fully to every generous touch, arching up, whimpers turning soon to full-throated moans.

***

“You know,” Sutan reached out, closing the cab door, Violet’s crutches against his chest as the car pulled out, juggling everything while tipsy a huge pain. “I can’t wait for these,” Sutan moved his arm, the crutches clacking, “to be obsolete.”

It had taken forever to find Violet, her phone going to voicemail the first three times he had tried it, and while he wasn’t proud of it, it had taken a few deep breaths not to panic.

Apparently, the vibration on it had died months ago, the fact that he had a 23 year old girlfriend who actually had the sound turned on on her phone in her everyday life deeply bizarre.

“I’m sorry that me getting around is such a huge inconvenience for you.” Violet was leaning back into the seat, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “I’ll tell my broken bones to hurry up.”

Sutan realised how stupid he had just been, Violet’s struggle so much grater than the hassle he felt.

“Sorry.” He went for an apologetic smile, hoping it was clear on his face that he meant it. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“Mmh?” Violet looked over at him, and Sutan put her crutches down against the window, hoping that they’d stay in place.

“Yes mmh.” He moved closer, their driver ignoring them completely as his hand touched Violet’s knee, his arm sneaking around the back seat, boxing her in. “Can you forgive me?”

“Hmm,” Violet hummed, the sweet lavender scent that had become synonymous with her filling his nose, the prettiest blush dusted over her cheeks. “I’ll consider it.”

“Good,” Sutan grinned, “because I am very, very, very sorry.”

“Oh god,” Violet rolled her eyes, a chuckle leaving her. “You absolute idiot.” She reached out, putting her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss, their lips touching as Sutan pressed her against the car door, their trip home a lot more interesting now.

***

“Go go go go!” Alaska laughed, clapping her hands together as Kandy and Ivy slammed back shots. Most of the non-staff guests had left by then, staying once the cameras had disappeared not that interesting. It was, of course, the best part of the night, as the lights went down and the bass turned up.

“Yeees!” Alaska cheered as Ivy finished the 5th shot and slammed the glass down seconds before Kandy.

“Everybody!” Shangela grabbed Ivy’s hand, “We have a winner!” She thrusted it into the air, making everyone laugh, and Alaska felt like she was flying high.

She grabbed her vodka soda, looking around the room, only just spotting Kim Chi who was bent over a couch, drawing a moustache with lipstick on Amy who had passed out. As their boss, Alaska had a fleeting concern, wondering if she should intervene, but then shrugged, realizing how hilarious it was, and turned back to Shangela to take another shot.

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