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divinesolas · 3 months

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The Rockstar and Me

requested: would it be okay, if I requested a rockstar!jace x reader? were theve been best friends since childhood and the reader has a crush on jace. jace is a really popular upcoming rockstar and is super busy. he dosnt see reader the same way (just as there bestfriend) and kind neglects the reader bc he's really busy. so one night the reader has enough and they decide they need to take a break from there friendship, so they don't talk for a while. and then jace kinda realises he missed up and took the readers love for granted. In this time he he realizes he like her too.

w.c: 1.6k

c.w: just some minor angst and some fluff :3, not proofread

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You are going to scream.

Not of horror and certainly not of pleasure but you were just so annoyed.

Your roommate would not stop playing their fucking songs, most people would call you crazy but you swear you were about to look for a new apartment and put in big red letters, DO NOT REPLY IF YOU LIKE THE WEST DRAGONS. You have nothing against their music but it all just leads back to him.

Childhood best friend and crush turned ex-best friend rockstar Jacaerys Velaryon. He was your best friend for so long and you had liked him, a part of you still does. A part of you still misses him but you did what you had to do.

You could not just sit around and let him ignore you like that, time and time again he would blow you off to the point you grew sick of it and blocked his number and never looked back. You didn’t just ghost him. instead opting to send him a long messages about how you needed space and he was no longer the guy you knew anymore and told him you were gonna reach out anymore.

That was three months ago and your sure he hasn’t even fucking read it let alone try to reply to it. Three months since your life flipped upside down, moving to a new place, still in the same city but further away from him, new job and some new friends, it was odd at first and still is, being away from him but you won’t just let yourself be walked all over like that.

You had planned to stay in tonight like you normally would but your roommate had other plans, standing in the middle of the room bickering with you while you try to block out the sound of their music in the background.

“I don’t wanna go out sab.” “Come on live a little, come out to the bar with me.” “Maybe another night.” “Nope you are coming tonight. right now. get dressed.”

With that she sprints out of the room and you groan knowing she won’t take no for an answer and get up to get ready. Its just one night out, it won’t be so bad, plus it a good excuse so you don't have to hear his music anymore.

Yet when you walk into the bar its packed with people lining up in front of the stage, you turn to sab and tilt your head. “What is going on?”

She looks at you with a big grin on her face, “I didn’t tell you, oh my god the west dragons are performing here in a few.” Your stomach drops.

No you had to leave, maybe you could fake an illness? No she would catch on and force you to stay. You could make yourself throw up? that would cause too much of a scene. You were definitely going to be sick when you see the lights dim and they walk up on the stage.

He’s the drummer he should not even see you right? you’ll just sit at the bar and count down the seconds until the show is over and you can book it out of the room. Aegon greets the crowd as the groups lead singer and your stomach continues to churn. You met him a handful of times and he was always nice to you, he had a nice voice you could agree but you felt so sick anytime you heard their songs.

The show went on without a hitch and you wish the ringing in your ears would get louder so you wouldnt have to hear it. You find yourself reminiscing about your time with jace with every song that plays. You miss him. Much more than you’d like to admit.

You dont allow your eyes to drift behind aegon, yet you hear him, the sound of the drums, it haunts you, sometimes you can see his hands peak out, when aegon moves you can see his dark curls but never look too close to see his face.

They are taking a mini break with aegon entertaining the crowd, the show is almost over, you could not wait to go take a shower and try to act like this night never happened. Aegons eyes drift around the crowd while he’s talking and they land on you, you watch as his eyes widen and he stumbles over his speech for a moment as he turns back for a second to look at jace.

That was not good. Not good at all. “What was that? do you think he thinks your cute?” “definitely not.” Your words come out more strained than you would like and she looks at you confused, “Is something wrong?”

You open and close your mouth unable to know what to say. Your chest feels like its closing in on its self as she grabs your shoulders worriedly. “I need some air.” You quickly stand and rush out of the bar, sab quickly following after you. The two of you don’t notice the pairs of eyes that trail after you.

You lean against the wall on the outside and try to catch your breath. You did not think this would affect you so much, maybe because your whole life has been around him that now it just feels odd that he’s not around. This whole thing reminded you too much of going to his gigs and him coming up to you after the show to ask you what you thought.

“Who cares if i liked it jace? the people loved it.” “I care, you matter more to me than them.”

“Okay what the hell was that?” You run your hands along your face and stare at sab as she looks at your worried. “Its nothing.”

“oh fuck off its not nothing, nobody just runs out the room looking like they just saw their ex boyfriend over nothing.” She gasps at her own words and covers her mouth, “Oh my god wait did you actually date aegon? fuck if i knew i wouldnt have brought you here im sorry-” “I didn’t date ageon sab and i didnt date any of them.” “Then what happened?”

The two of you freeze as someone clears their throat and sab gasps as she turns around. “Im sorry to interrupt but, do you mind if we talk?” Jace. He was staring right at you. Sab looks between the two of you and gives you a look that says she wants to hear all about this before she runs off.

You stand in silence,, not wanting to be the first to speak. He puts his hands in his pockets and kicks on of the rocks on the ground. “How,,, um how are you?” “Im good.” He nods and continues to simply look anywhere but your face. “Thats good thats good um..” Its awkward. So awkward. It was never this way before but you guess thats just what time apart does to people. And you hate it.

“How are you?” He looks up at you shocked before he stumbles over his words, clearly very nervous. “Im good, im good, um, no no im not good actually. I miss you, so much.” Your breath hitches as you watch him continue to speak, “I regret how i treated you, so much. Im so sorry i miss you more than anything please, i just want us to be friends again, ill do anything to make it up to you.”

You don’t know what to say what to do. This is what you’ve been dreaming of for so long but your heart aches at the thought of returning to being just friends.

“I can’t be friends with you jace.” He stumbles back as if you had shoved him and he looks around attempting to compose himself. You swear you can see tears glazing in his eyes, “I um,” His voice cracks as he speaks and he coughs into his arm, “I understand yes of course, im sorry for bother-”

“I cant be friends with you jace because i cant bare being just friends. All ive ever wanted for so long was to be more with you, and if i go back to being just friends ill spend the rest of my life miserable because ill just be dreaming to be more with you.”

You do not even know when you had begun crying but you feel the tears begin to run down your face as you close your eyes and tilt your head down towards the ground. You feel his hands grip your face and pull you up to look at him, seeing his own tears running down his face.

“Im sorry, im so sorry. I love you. Im sorry it took me so long to realize this and that i had to be apart from you to know but ive realized i need you, i love you so much youre my best friend, the only person i need, i love you.”

You shake your head in disbelief, “You dont mean it.” “I do i do mean it, i love you so much.”

He presses his forehead against yours and you sob harder. “I love you jace.”

“I love you so much, i will work everyday to earn your forgiveness to even be worthy or your love.”

He shakily presses his lips against yours in a peck and you two smile at one another.

“No more ignoring me?”

“Never, never again.”

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tranquilpetrichor · 2 months

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lesson learned

synopsis: in which a tutoring session turns out to be much more in disguise.

cast: tutor!gunwook x fem!reader ft. gyuvin and ricky (briefly)

genre: high school!au, f2l

wc: 2.2k (2225)

warnings: suggestive, making out, yn’s outfit has a skirt, gunwook kisses yn on neck, they call each other "cute" and "hot, they r nerds, please don’t do this in a study room, barely proofread and edited help

a/n: i swear why is finishing stuff so hard, this could be so much better but i'm happy i managed to finish it. also it's kinda hard not writing from y/n's perspective but it shre is interesting. i wanna make longer fics lol but for now enjoy this bc i love writing about nerds and especially ones who are down bad.

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bright sunlight filtered in through the windows of the empty study room as park gunwook typed away on his laptop, trying to get homework done quickly.

outside, some students were walking across campus, birds were flying freely, and there were a distinct lack of clouds in the sky.

he would probably be there too, but he was supposed to be tutoring you soon. as boredom was slowly starting to set in, he double-checked the time. it was one minute after your appointment was set to begin.

odd. you weren’t usually late to anything.

before he could ponder it further, you walked into the room, sighed and put your stuff beside him, apologizing for being late. “i was talking to another professor about something, and i didn’t expect it to take that long. my bad…”

something seemed a bit different about you, but he wasn’t sure why. he shrugged the thought off and chuckled quietly.

“it’s no problem, y/n. one minute is nothing. do you prefer the curtains open or closed?”

you waved a hand at the window. “let’s close them.”

he got up and pressed a button on the light switch panel near the doorway, and the curtains automatically came down. this private school sure spent money on interesting things, but at least they were occasionally useful.

cute outfit, he thought.

was that a new pair of boots? it paired nicely with the skirt you were wearing. you managed to look hot and adorable at the same time.

how unprofessional to be distracted by your appearance—he frowned.

snap out of it. it’s time to do math, not stare like an idiot.

luckily, you didn’t say anything, even though he swore he saw a tiny smirk on your face, which you quickly removed in favor of a more neutral expression.

that was weird, he thought as you got your tablet out—the one you liked to take notes on during the calculus class you two had together.

he wasn’t sure of your exact grade in the class, but he heard it was quite high. you were smart, but didn’t seem to have problems asking for help if you needed it. in his opinion, that was pretty admirable.

gunwook noticed that if you did need help, you’d go to the teacher or try and talk to him. the two of you exchanged numbers eventually, texting each other for study sessions.

he loved being able to talk to you more, slowly learning little things about you—like how you wore a certain necklace on big days for luck, that your go-to snack was nuts (he couldn’t help but think of you as a squirrel after that), and that you had a dog named citrus.

he got the feeling that you weren’t the biggest on socializing with many people, preferring to only keep compaany with a few friends. he’s mutual friends with a few of them, like jungwon.

it was refreshing compared to his large friend group (although he loved them) and the many people who were merely interested in him for his looks.

of course, he wouldn’t mind if you were interested in his looks, but hopefully you also liked something beyond that.

you probably did—who else would end up chatting about precious stones or logical fallacies with him? he loved seeing you excited and passionate.

god, his face was probably going to be red if he kept this up.

“i see you said you wanted to look at stuff from the last lecture when you were booking the session,” he said, trying to banish certain thoughts from his head. “series can be difficult, so i get it.”

you nodded, offering him a sweet smile. “yeah, i just wanna go over a few of the divergence and convergence problems on the first practice problem set. i have the problems listed here.”

you pushed your tablet in his direction, and he picked it up.

he glanced at your solution for the first one, nearly written. “i mean, it looks like you applied the test correctly. just to make sure, how did you know to use that one?”

you didn’t hesitate to answer.

“given series is a p-series where p is equal to three. p is greater than three, so the series will converge.”

as expected, you kept up with his questioning. of course you probably knew what a damn p-series is. he’d just wanted to hear your voice some more.

speaking of voices, maintaining a professional tone with you was a miracle. gunwook’s composure and eloquence were paramount to getting him through student council meetings, debates and tutoring sessions, but those skills seemed to want a temporary vacation.

“do you want to move onto the next one?” he said, defaulting to his standard tutor voice.

“mhm. i remember our teacher said there was more than one way to do it. i never tried to figure out the other ways, but now i’m curious.”

gunwook flipped to a certain page in his notebook. “do you want me to show you how i did it? it’s definitely a different method, but we got the same answer.”

you shrugged. “sure. take your time.”

you were twirling your stylus pen in your hands and swiftly tucked it atop your ear. fuck, did you not know how cute you looked? your hair was neatly parted near the middle right now, but he wondered what it’d be like to see you disheveled. at this point, he might be thinking with something other than his brain.

you spent another few minutes talking with him, bringing his memory back to previous tutoring sessions. he remembered you said once that having to justify your reasoning on a topic was one of the best ways to deepen understanding, and that he was skilled at identifying the holes in your arguments.

“that’s why i would hate to lose a debate against you,” you had admitted. “it’s always more fun when we can work together.”

the offhanded comment could’ve had another meeting. as an friend, gunwook couldn’t quite discern your intentions, though. whether you just wanted him at arms length or in your arms was just another guessing game he played.

he was aware that the balance of power was always shifting between you two, but at the end of the day, you two were pretty much equals intellectually, keeping things in equilibrium. however, his underlying feelings of attraction threatened to ruin the balance.

as the session continued, you had a satisfied smile. you asked him about unrelated math proofs and got him off track. why did you want to discuss all this when your sessions were usually more focused? something was definitely off.

“well, that was actually everything i wanted to ask about,” you said to him suddenly, packing up swiftly. “i was just going to go if you don’t have anything else.”

he frowned.

no, please don’t.

what was wrong with him?

“unless, you wanted me to stay..” you continued, a smirk on your face. your laptop was closed and all of your study materials were neatly filed away.

you were definitely teasing him, and it was working, your behavior making him somewhat flustered. there was no turning back if he let himself escalate things right now. he could just let you leave—that’s what rational gunwook would do.

fuck it. rational gunwook was not in the room right now.

he reached out and grasped your arm. “and if i did?”

you smirked and stepped towards him. “then i’ll make sure you don’t regret your choice.”

with that, you pressed your lips to his, surprising him. gunwook quickly recovered, his arm snaking around your waist, pulling you in more.

no wonder you booked the session for an hour and a half.

if anyone opens this door, i’m definitely getting kicked out as a tutor. at least these walls are pretty soundproof.

he pulled away for a bit to catch his breath. "wow, did you come here just to kiss me?”

you laughed, gazing at his eyes. "it wasn't only for that, although i'd be happy to do it again. let me clarify. i have feelings for you.”

you continued. “i’ve honestly thought about it. you’re hardworking, and not just in the classroom. when i see you practicing or studying, you dedicate yourself fully, and it inspires me to do the same. you're kind, even to people who don't deserve it. on top of that, you’ve always been a good person to talk to about anything and everything. i trust you.”

“oh, and i guess you’re cute. and hot.”

you added the last part with a small smile. after each reason, he found himself surprised by your sincere words.

gunwook groaned. “y/n, you have no idea how down bad i am. i don't even remember exactly when it started, but what i do know is that i met someone interesting, someone who challenges me and jokes with me. someone who's beautiful in every way. i'm so fucking into you."

he paused, before deciding to tease you a little. "i have a question about one thing, though. you ‘guess’ i’m cute?”

“well, did you want me to say for a fact that you’re cute?” you asked.

he pouted slightly. “would have been better.”

“fine,” you said, taking his hand. “it is an undisputed fact that you’re cute.”

“thank you.”

"and hot."

"i guess so..." you rolled your eyes, an amused grin on your face. “now can we get back to kissing?”

“i was acually trying to be professional, even though i had feelings for you too,” he whispered against your ear. “but since you insist, i’ll give you what you want.”

not wanting to rush despite his boyish excitement, he leaned down and slowly began to kiss you again, running one of his hands gently through your hair. you closed your eyes.

“want you to take control, gunwook,” you said, your breath hot against his skin and your arms wrapping around his neck.

how could he say no? he was so screwed whenever it came to you. wasting no time, he brought your hips closer to his, enjoying the proximity.

he’d never seen you like this, so blissful and carefree. all he wanted to do in this moment was to make sure you kept feeling that way.

he got a small idea.

“hold on, i’m going to lift you,” he said, and you tightened your hold on him, lifting your legs so that they wrapped around his waist. you looked like a koala, hanging on so protectively to him like he was a branch.

you let out a tiny laugh of glee—it was the cutest thing he’s ever heard.

he moved over to a chair, and carefully sat down with you in his arms. your skirt was spread across your lap, contributing to the newfound messiness of your appearance, and your legs dangled off both sides of the chair.

“let me know if you don’t like something,” he said in between kisses. “the last thing i want to do is pressure you.”

“of course,” you responded, squeezing his shoulders reassuringly.

as a surge of newfound confidence rushed through him, his kisses became more intense, trailing down to your collarbone. you tilted your neck slightly to allow him more access to the area.

shit, he was probably the luckiest guy alive right now.

“so beautiful,” he murmured, tracing your chin with one of his hands, “and you’re mine.”

damn, calm down now.

“wow, for someone who’s so sweet, you sure do have a possessive side.”

he winced. “is it too much?”

you laughed and smiled playfully. “not at all. i find it hot.”

that sentence alone sent a warmth through his body.

“that’s good to know,” he replied with a smirk. he was definitely going to do that more often.

soon, his lips found yours again, like a moth to a flame. damn, he could spend all day doing this (if they had no risk of getting caught).

in his pocket, his phone buzzed, and he sighed, looking at the notification.

gyuvin: r u coming to get ice cream with me and ricky? u said ur tutoring thing with ur gf ends at 4:00

the time was 3:44 pm. wow, were they really at it for that long?

gunwook smiled. gyuvin had texted “gf” as a joke, but little did the poor guy know.

“is it something important?” you asked, still on his lap.

he shut off the phone, looking back at you. “it’s gyuvin. during lunch, me, him and ricky made last minute plans to get ice cream—they’re asking me if i still want to come. i should get going soon.”

of course, his feet didn’t want to move.

you looked intrigued. “do they mind a plus one?”

yeah, they're going to tease me the entire time.

“i’ll ask,” he responded, face somewhat warm from embarrassment. "but one of these days, i’ll take you out on a proper date, just us two. you deserve it.”

your eyes lit up, and you smiled. “i’ll hold you to it, gunwook.”

his phone buzzed again.

gyuvin: yea sure bring her, we support

gyuvin: besides i have ricky he's gonna be my bf now

"they said yes," gunwook said, laughing silently at gyuvin's last message. "let's go in 5 minutes?"

you reciprocated, resting your head gently on his shoulder. "any longer and i don't think i could leave."

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save-the-villainous-cat · 4 months

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hero x villaim but hit them with the "with everybody watching us, our every move, we each have reputation" (NOT A WRITING REQ UNLESS U WANNA DO IT !!!! just a silly thought I'd share bc . theyre so doomed) :3 -🐏

“You’re upset with me.” The villain chose their words carefully. In a situation like this, it wouldn’t be smart to let their emotional side win over.

“I am. I am very upset with you,” the hero said. They still looked terrible from the fight. Scratches and bruises covered their face as if the hero was the night sky and their wounds the stars. Even though the villain knew not to rush into things, they only wished to tend to the hero’s wounds.

“You know I couldn’t let you die.”

“I begged you to save those people instead of me,” the hero argued.

“It sounds horrible but I didn’t care about these people. My decision was made in an instant. I decided to save you, I decided to reach for you without even considering.” The villain wanted to explain it, wanted to make sure the hero understood. It had been an easy decision. It was cruel but it was the truth.

And now, the hero was starting to cry.

“I asked you to save these innocent people. These ten innocent people that had lives and families and jobs. These people who were important, who were someone’s entire world. Ten of them!” they choked out between sobs.

“You will save more people in the future than all of them would have combined,” the villain tried to argue but they knew, deep down they knew, how their weakness of logic and reason got in their way. They couldn’t help but see the world as patterns and effects. With explanations and conclusions weaving around them — a big terrible net of information.

They knew it wasn’t what the hero wanted nor what they needed to hear but the villain couldn’t give them what they deserved, they couldn’t find the comforting words.

They couldn’t even find a solution this time.

“That’s not the point. People aren’t numbers. People aren’t data,” the hero said. By now, tears streamed down their face and the villain wondered if they’d let them brush those tears away for them. Probably not. “I wanted you to save them. I wanted you to do the right thing.”

“The right thing was saving you. I’d do it all over again.”

“I thought you could change.”

“I thought you’d understand.” The hero shook their head and wiped their tears away with a bruised and swollen hand. A mission going south. Partly because the villain had been present. It wasn’t easy to take the blame but the villain supposed this was the least they could do if finding the right words was impossible already.

“People are chess pieces to you. You move them around how you want and you don’t care. You truly don’t care what happens to any of them,” the hero said. The villain could see their red ears and their shaking hands. And in this very moment, the villain saw themselves as the monster that they were, as the horrible human being the hero saw them as.

“I care about you, isn’t that clear enough?” they asked. The villain’s voice was shaking.

The hero took in a deep breath. The villain wanted to hug them. They wished their hero could understand. They wished they’d stop crying.

It hurt that the hero hated them in this moment.

“You’re supposed to care about others, too. You’re — you’re supposed to use your intelligence for the greater good. For other people, for humanity. I thought you understood me.”

“I do,” the villain said. “I do understand you. But in that moment, deciding between you and those people was easy. I’m sorry.”

The hero stared at them, speechless.

“You will always be my priority,” the villain said. “Even if you hate me. Even if you kill me eventually. I won’t put up a fight.”

“Do you like being hated?”

“I like you more than I care about being liked,” the villain said. They weren’t sure if they’d ever see the hero again after this.

“And I loathe you for that. I loathe you for the person that you are.”

They didn’t see each other for a long time after that conversation.

#man idk lab was asss today #hope you still like it 😭#writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #villain #hero #heroxvillain #hero x villain #an answer for an ask #request #angst

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madamechrissy · 2 months

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Up in The Air

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Suguru Geto x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Breeding kink (Suguru needs twins) getting tied up, ass smacking, oral fixation, body worship, blow jobs, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, Suguru being sexy bc why nottt

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ You have been jilted at the altar by your groom, Mahito, who has led you on for years. Your best friends, Maki and Yuta, suggest to go on this Honeymoon alone, to get away and find yourself again. On the plane ride, you run into a gorgeous man on a business trip, who holds your hand when you say that you're terrified of planes, Suguru Geto. You all fall into easy conversation, and there's chemistry, he makes you feel better than you had in a long time. You think to ask his number, when he realizes that his room has fallen through.

Well, you have a big honeymoon suite, and you suggest he stays with you. What can go wrong? Not like you don't wanna straddle him or anything...

Chapter 6 -- Masterlist

Chapter 7

Every inch of you feels deliciously sore as you yawn, stretching the next morning, and Suguru isn’t there. You frown a bit, sitting up, realizing what time it must be, and then get dressed, padding around the suite. You flush when you see the table has a little bag and a note, and see that Suguru grabbed you breakfast.

You pick out a blueberry muffin, nibbling and looking at the little paper with pretty handwriting.

You looked so cute, I couldn’t wake you. I’ll only be gone until noon. Please eat something? And drink water.

You exhale, touched by his thought, your nerves leaving a bit, and you peek at your phone, blinking in shock when you see what time it is.

“Shit, I slept that much?” You mumble to yourself, realizing it was well past eleven already.

You get dressed in your bikini and coverup, since you weren’t sure what you all were doing today, then call Maki on video chat. She answers quickly, and as soon as she sees you she gasps.

“Is that a hickey! Is that… several hickeys!?” You giggle, nodding and she freaks out. “Tell me, bitch!”

“I’m totally not a virgin.”

“Ah! How was it?”

“Fucking amazing. Ugh.” You set her down on your dresser, fixing up your hair in a ponytail.

“Details, details!”

“Okay… like he’s so amazing, Maki. His tongue is like… otherworldly, his fingers? Ugh. But his cock…"

“It’s big isn’t it!”

“It’s huge, Maki oof. I’m so sore!” She’s giggling, as are you, as you take her in the bathroom now, doing a little mascara and some moisteruizer. “Maki like I came so much…”

“Bitch now I’m jealous! Are you gonna do it again?”

“I totally did it twice.” You blush as she freaks. “I know, I know. I’d have gone again, but he’s so sweet, he didn’t wanna hurt me. I… have it bad for him, really bad. I almost said…”

“Oh shit, babe.” She covers her mouth, and you exhale, leaning on the bathroom counter and washing your hands.

“I know. I don’t wanna say, hey, I know we don’t know each other, but I’m falling for you? How psycho does that sound!”

“It’s not psycho, it’s how you feel.” You sigh, opening the door and then leaning back against it. “Just be honest.”

“I am gonna scare him away. I was so worried… when I woke up he wasn’t there, but he left me this cute note! Ugh, he’s so perfect.”

“You’re so cute, I’m so happy for you. And he's so hot!”

“He is so gorgeous...”

“Thanks, Princess. So are you.” You gasp, nearly dropping the phone, it’s bouncing between your hands as you try to catch it, as you see Suguru Geto casually leaned against the front door.

“Oh shit! Oh my god…”

“You drop me?”

“Maki, gosh. Um… gotta go? Love you.”

You end the call, covering your face in embarrassment. “Oh no, how much of that did you hear!?”

He smirks a bit, coming to walk to you now, looking stupidly handsome in his pinstripe suit and skinny black tie, his hair all put up today in some sleek bun. He’s barring you against the bathroom door, leaning down, towering over you, and you inhale that yummy scent of his, mouth watering, your eyes catching his, seductive glint in those cat eyes of his.

“I heard that I have a huge dick.”

You're bright red. “Well… you do.”

He laughs a bit, then sighs, caressing your face gently. “May have heard a few more things.”

Your eyelashes flutter, as you look down a bit. “I’m sorry, I wish I could keep my mouth shut-”

“Ah-ah. Look at me.” You do as he commands, eyes locking, and he’s serious for a moment, studying you. “Tell me what you said to your friend.”

“That I…” You tremble, sweaty hands sliding up his expensive suit jacket, pulling at the fabric gently. “It’ll scare you.”

“I’m not easily scared. Say it.” He kisses your forehead softly, sweetly, then your cheek, then to the corner of your mouth. You feel desire and strong, insane feelings mix, making you feel weak.

“I’m falling for you, Suguru.” You manage a whisper, and then he moans, picking you up in his arms, and smashing his lips on yours. You moan, eagerly gripping his shoulders, wrapping your legs around narrow hips, nearly naked in your bikini as he’s fully clothed in a damn three piece. “Sugu…”

“You’re so beautiful, Princess. I missed you.” He whispers the words, chocolate eyes locking on yours, and you whine, pathetic, gripping him tighter, smashing your lips hungrily for him.

“I missed you. I was so… worried…”

“I’m sorry.” He’s got you on the kitchen table now, yanking your head back by gripping your hair, kissing your lips brutally, your thighs close in on him, craving that friction. “I should have said I was leaving.”

“No, no, the note… cute… sweet…” You’re kissing on his neck, right near his starched collar, and he groans, pressing against you harder. “Sugu…”

“You looked too peaceful.” He’s kissing you more, as you yank on his tie, and he’s got your cover up shoved up, yanking your tits out, they bounce as they fall out of your top, bouncing in front of him, and he groans. “These perfect tits.”

“Please, please…” He moans, kissing down your breasts, gripping them in his big hands, you arch your back up, yanking his tie down for more of his touch.

“Please what, Princess? Use your words for me.” He orders, silken voice shooting more desire through your body, wanting more of him, on top of you, inside of you.

You gulp, licking your lips. “Please make love to me, Sugu.” At that he nearly growls, yanking down your bottoms in one fell swoop, baring your swollen little pussy to the cool air in the suite, and to his hungry gaze. “Oh, please.”

“Anything for you, love.” He whispers, then he’s kissing down your tummy, making it tremble, as his hand slides down and cups you between your plush thighs. “This wet, from hardly anything? So needy for me?”

You nod, eagerly, and it turns him on more, his cheeks flushed, eyes getting lidded, as he slides a finger in, making you gasp, as he pushes past that tight little ring of muscles and hits that spot that makes you see stars. He presses, arching that long finger, kissing further and spreading your thighs wide.

“Keep telling me what you want, Princess.” He kisses up your soft inner thigh, tickling you and making you even wetter, as you throb in need for his touch.

“Lick me, please, Suguru.” He moans, breath hot on your cunt, and you lean back against the table on your elbows, as he slips his tongue up, in a long stripe up your slit, soft brown eyes staring up as he does it again. “Ah!”

“Taste so sweet for me.” He whispers, breath tickling your clit that he exposes, pulling apart your lips, then he flicks his talented tongue right on it, circling it, fucking torturous little circles. You’re panting, as desire and pleasure rock every inch of your body, whines coming out from the back of your throat.

“S’good… Sugu! Unh…” He’s continuing those slow strokes, all while looking at you, and then he slides a finger back inside, and the combination of both gets you high so fast it’s ridiculous.

“Soak my face, Princess, please.” He whispers those words, and you fall apart, right on his gorgeous face as he buries it back against you, sucking your tiny clit into his mouth and flicking over and over.

“Cumming! Right there, right there!” Your thighs close slightly, from all the intense pleasure, but he’s relentless, humming on your clit now, until you’re gushing all over his mouth, orgasm bursting through you. He’s drinking you up, kissing your tummy again, sliding up, and you’re so weak from it, you struggle to pull his tie, smashing his lips down on yours.

Your lips devour each other, as you hastily reach down for his belt buckle, unsnapping it and freeing his huge, pretty cock, which bounces out, smacking him where his dress shirt is. You yank that up to, revealing at least a part of his tanned, toned stomach, running your fingers down until you get his length, hot and hard in your grip.

Your eyes lock, as you watch the desire mirror in those eyes, as his hands now grab your waist, gripping tight, then picking you up in his arms. You gasp, and then he’s carrying you to the bed, making you giggle, kissing down his neck, inhaling his scent and snuggling.

“That table would hurt your back.” He explains, and you just hum happily at how sweet he is, lips kissing his neck again, as your back now hit’s the soft bed, and he’s back on top of you, still in that damn suit. You eagerly slide off his jacket, making him smirk charmingly. “Need me naked so bad?”

“Mmm, yes, I do. But, the suit… It's hot too.” You say with blushing cheeks, he laughs a bit, helping you, as your shaky hands unbutton his dress shirt, eyes drinking in his chiseled body as it’s bared to you. “Your body… it’s so gorgeous.”

You kiss down his chest, little hot pecks of open lips, feeling him tense around you, his grip tightening, then he’s got your legs around him, at your entrance, groaning at the sensation. You arch your ass up, as he’s teasing it, stroking up and down, all while he’s kissing you again, drinking your cries, and your hands move from his chest down to his hips, urging him.

“Need you. Now.” He says gruffly, and you nod, eagerly, gasping when he swiftly thrusts his cock deep, so deep in you, at once.

You tense at it, at how full it makes you feel, at all the pressure, and he stays there a moment, allowing you to adjust, his brows drawn low, as he moans at the sensation.

“You feel so good, so tight, so hot…” He’s murmuring the words as he stays there, kissing your cheeks, your forehead, and your legs tremble around his hips, as it starts to feel so amazing, that pressure. “You okay love?”

“I’m good. So good, Sugu.” You lean up, arching your back, and he groans at what the angle does.

“Ready?” He asks, and you nod, eagerly, as he slides out, then fully back in, again and again, and you cling to his shoulders under his open dress shirt, feeling the muscles flex as he fucks into you.

“Ah, Sugu! Mnh!” You cry out, as he begins pounding his cock into you, sounds of skin slapping against skin, as his hips snap into you.

He moans, the sounds urging you on, leaning up to look at you, to brush back your hair, as your blown out eyes glazed with lust stare back at him. He studies you with parted lips and lidded eyes as he shoves in deep then, against your cervix, watching as the orgasm builds, and you cling to him, eyes fluttering shut.

“Look at me.” He orders, and you struggle, as the pace picks up, as he fucks you deeper, faster, and you just helplessly cling to him. “Now, Princess.”

You open your eyes, focusing on his pretty face over you, as he’s wrecking your insides so deliciously you can’t take it. “Sugu… cumming!”

“So soon?” He teases you, and you pout, nodding, making Sugu groan, sliding out then fully back in, the sound of your greedy cunt sucking him in mixing with your breathy cries.

“S’good is why, Sugu. Unh!” You scream out when he pushes up, and then your stomach sucks in and tenses as that orgasm smashes your body, and he groans as your pulse around him, gushing.

“Fuck Princess…” He grips you tightly, pausing and feeling your walls tighten around his thick length, his lips part and he’s exhaling. “You’re so tight after… fuck I can’t handle it.”

He’s struggling to move, tense over you, as his strokes get slower, hips rocking up, slowly fucking you through your orgasm and into another. You can hardly see, his face blurring with the tears of pleasure in your eyes. You blink them away, rolling your hips up to meet him, and his sounds just urge you on, until you feel him thickening deep inside your cunt.

“Suguru!” You cry out, clutching tight, and he’s got your mouth back in his possession, overtaking all of your senses, cock pounding your pussy harder now, so hard the bed creaks each time. “Sugu! Sugu!”

“Cum again for me, Princess- ah- please. For me.” He mumbles the words now, brow furrowing, one hand sliding up to your arms then, grabbing them by the wrists and pinning them above your head. “Be a good girl for me. Now.”

“Y-yes, Sugu. Yes…” You do exactly as he says, back arching up as you cum so hard you’re clamping down on his cock, and he’s hissing at it, strong hand squeezing both of your tiny wrists tightly.

“So beautiful, cumming all over my cock.” His husky voice makes it all too much, his jerky rhythm bruising your cervix.

“Cum in me, please please. Please cum in me.” You beg outright, in a little whine, looking up and watching his flushed cheeks, his eyes shutting for a moment, as he starts pulsing inside you.

“Want all this cum, do you?” He huffs the words out, and you nod, gripping his hips tight, urging him on.

“Fill me up, please.” He curses, pressing his weight on you, his free hand yanking your thigh up, pressing even deeper, so deep it hurts. Hurts so good.

“Fill you up, huh. Can you even take it all?” His lips are a breath away, noses touching, so close to cumming again your eyes cross, and you just nod, eager, and he starts pumping now, hot, white ropes of his cum inside you.

“Sugu!” You scream out, as his hot cum keeps pumping, so fucking much, that it pushes you over the brink, and you cum again, shoving his cum out around that thick length, as he pushes more of it back in with his thrusts. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

“Fuck. Fuck.” He mutters at the same time, easing his grip on your wrists and slamming his lips back on yours, while you’re twitching with aftershocks. He eases back a bit, smiling down at you. “You missed me huh.”

“I missed you, alot. The whole hour I was up.” You giggle, and he grins down at you, easing out, and his cum and yours is just pouring out.

“Slept in so much, huh?” You nod, then push him on his back, your hair falling long like a curtain over your face, sliding against his chest. “Mmm, what are you up to, bratty girl?”

“Gonna clean up this mess.” He grips you tight, groaning.

“You’re so hot.” You giggle, kissing down his chest, down his perfectly flat toned stomach, until you get to the sticky mess you’d made his thick cock, still hard. You brace your arms on either side of him, and his hands go in your hair, gripping. “Will you do a good job, Princess?”

You lick the tip of him, swollen still, dripping out sticky white remnants of more cum, and you swipe your tongue up it slowly, feeling his thighs tense under you, and his lips part, desire in his gaze. “I’ll do a good job, Sir.”

“Fuck… still don’t know where you came from.” You giggle, sliding your mouth up and down him, tasting both of you, then you feel him hardening. You blink, and he just smirks.

“Again? So… soon?”

He grabs your hips, sliding you up him, until your slick cunt is on his length, and you flush a bit. “Wanna ride me, Princess?”

“I… what if I… suck? And disappoint you.” He shakes his head, grabbing your face gently, looking into your eyes and making your heart flutter.

“You could never disappoint me, love. Ever.” You exhale, feeling emotions hit, at how much you…

Love him.

How perfect he is.

How good you feel.

“I wanna make you feel as good as you make me.” You whisper, as he sits up, your legs on either side of him, arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“You do that just existing.”

“Suguru...” You’re crying. Again.

He kisses you, knowing you already, that this is how you are. You cry.

“Happy tears?” He asks, and you nod.

How does someone you just met get you better than anyone?

“So happy. I wanna do a good job, Sir. Teach me?” You bat your lashes with a pout, and he sighs, laughing softly.

“Those puppy dog eyes get me. Every time. Make me wanna spoil you.” He lifts your hips, and then he looks down, watching his cock dissapear inch by inch, as you sit down on it. “Look at that, you taking me so well.”

“Sugu!” You barely hold it together when you’ve sunk all the way down his cock now, feeling him in you, where you’re sore and aching, nearly burning your skin with the stretch. But its so delicious. “How - move- huh?”

He snorts in laughter. “You can’t talk love, huh?”

You glare a bit. “No. Can’t. Move. Talk.” He grins, but then hisses when you clamp down around his cock, moaning and gripping you tight around your little waist with his big hands.

“You little brat. Can’t talk so you torture me with this tight cunt.” You giggle, but then when he picks you up and slams you down, the giggle stops in your throat, replaced by a whine. “Had something to- ha- say?”

“F-fuckk! Sugu…” Is all you manage, as he slams you down again, and you’re soaking his cock, his thighs, everything, gushing around him.

“Can’t move, love, need me to use you?” You nod, eagerly, struggling to adjust to the deeper position, wiggling and making him hit that spot so deep in you.

“Can you use me, please? Please. Want you to.” You’re mumbling, then he’s leaned back some, lifting you up high and fucking into you from the bottom. Your tits are bouncing right in front of his face as the silent room fills with slaps of skin and your squelching wentess.

“Use you like my pretty toy?” You nod, his words, his cock, his grip, his eyes… it all was too much. The maddening, brutal pace of his cock as you hang on helplessly, while he just holds you like you’re nothing, it’s too much.

“C-cumming s’good, too good, Sugu- mmm!” Your head lolls to the side, as your mouth is just wide open in an O, eyes rolling back involuntarily while he fucks into you so hard it makes you cum then and there. You tremble as it rocks you, as you’re so weak you can’t hold yourself at all.

“Can’t even hold yourself up, Princess? Can’t use you like this then.” He eases you off him, and you whine, pathetic, until he’s got you on your back now, pressing your thighs all the way up.

“Use me till you cum, Sugu. Please.” You beg for it, for what you really don’t know yet, but you know you want it. He nearly growls, big hands shoving your thighs against your breasts.

“Use you just to cum in? That what you want, Princess?” You nod, and he shoves in, way too deep like that, your ass arches, wiggling, and he’s hissing as his leaking tip kisses your cervix. “You feel too fucking perfect.”

“Then cum in me. In my pussy, please. It’s yours.” He groans, gripping your thighs tight as he fucks into you, stretching your tightening alls out with each thrust.

“This perfect little cunt is all mine?” You nod, and he falls apart with you then, leaning forward, holding your face in his hands. “Then I’ll fill it up, so much, constantly full of me.”

His words are darker, desperate, and it urges you, as you nod, eagerly. “Then do it, Sugu, do it.”

He starts cumming then, shoving in deeper than last time at this position, and your breaths come out in pants as he pushes you over the edge, filling you with even more of his cum, pumping so much it’s so hot inside you. He’s kissing you, smashing your thighs against you, folding you up under him, and you’re already pushing his cum out from just your orgasm.

“Jesus christ. Why are you perfect?” He demands, through gritted teeth, you open your mouth and he stops you. “Don’t say you’re not. Gonna tie you up and teach you a lesson.”

“That sounds fun.” You say breathlessly, and he chuckles, easing out of you, and letting your thighs fall.

“You’re wasting all this cum now.” You tense, then cry out when he shoves it back inside you with two fingers.

“Sugu, fuck!”

“Need you to take it all.” You nod then, as he watches you, shoving those fingers back in your oversensitive cunt, making your wriggle at the sensation.

“Sensitive. Sensitive.”

“I like you that way, Princess.” He cooes, rubbing his free hand down your face gently, like the other wasn’t pushing cum back in you. “You’re so messy for me, aren’t you Princess?”

“Messy. Messy.” You’re about to scream then, and he eases back, shoving his two fingers in your mouth, you greedily suck them, swirling your tongue around the thick digits, pulling out with a pop. “Suguru…”

“Yes, Princess?” He’s pulling you onto your side, kissing you softly, like he hadn’t just wrecked you. The duality of him was intoxicating.

“I meant it. What I said to Maki.” He pauses, and you bite your lower lip, he frees it from the grip of your teeth. “I am falling for you.”

“Guess what, love?” He asks, helping you sit up, and you tense, looking into his eyes nervously.

“What, Sugu?”

“I’m falling too.”

You pause, your heart faltering, your mouth open. He is just sitting there, staring at you, and you wonder, could this be real? Could it…

“You are!?”

“You sound surprised. Of course I am.”

Your tears hit your eyes, and you tremble in his hold, clinging to his broad shoulders as tears fall. “Oh, Sugu, I’m so happy. So happy.”

You both kiss, and kiss, all over each other's lips, cheeks, necks, foreheads, just little pecks, then more intimate, deeper. Until you can feel his hardness on your thigh, and he laughs as you tense.

“It’s a reaction to you. I’m not going again, you gotta be sore.”

“She’ll be okay. She can do it.” He laughs again, and you look up into his eyes, yours watery, as every inch of your body feels so well loved, even your heart, your mind. “Feel like I'm dreaming.”

“I know the feeling.” He holds you to him, and you all stay there, in his arms, comfortable and at ease. “I wasn’t gonna say it yet.”

“Me either! It’s… crazy right? We’re crazy?”

“We’re crazy.”

“Oooh, Sugu, why don’t you come swim in the ocean with me today? You haven’t yet, you know.”

“You just want me to fuck you on the beach.”

“Hey!” But the thought?

“Knew it.”

You giggle, shaking your head as he helps you up on wobbly legs, stabilizing your body with his sure hands. When one comes to your tummy as you all stand together, you whimper. He sighs, turning you so that you can see yourself in the mirror on the wall, with him behind you, long fingers splaying your abdomen.

“Huh.” He says curiously, and you tilt your head.

“Huh what?”

“You’d be so hot pregnant.” You turn bright red then, thighs clutching together as the mere way he said that got you stupidly horny.

“I… what!?”

“Mmhmm. You would be.” He kisses down your head, leaning forward, whispering in your ear. “All round with me. Maybe twins.”

“Sugu you’re… more crazy than me.” You giggle breathlessly, moaning with the pressure on your tummy. “Is this kinky talk?”

He laughs, grinning that pretty white grin in the mirror. “It most certainly is, but the thought of you pregnant? With twins? Umph…”

He’s hard against your back.

“Oh… it is kinky.”

“You’re so cute.” You whine a bit, when his hand stays there, and crazy images hit your mind.

“You wanna put a baby in me, Sugu?” He groans, gripping you tight, so tight you thought you’d bruise, but fuck you want it.

"You're going to be the death of me.” His words are muffled.

You swallow, feeling a blush creep up your neck, arching your ass back so you could tease him more. "What do you mean?"

He leans closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Every little sound you make, every little movement, it all drives me wild."

You can't help but giggle, feeling a thrill at his words. "I know the feeling. You could fill me up more, you know.”

“Oh, I will, princess. Bet it’s sliding down these thighs hmm?” He reaches two fingers down, you’re dripping with his sticky white cum, and you’re soaked again, at the thought of him pumping more cum in you. He hisses. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

“When am I not with you?”

He tilts your head to the side, devouring your lips, and you fall into it, until he eases back, inhaling. “We’ll never leave this suite if we don’t stop. Oh… Princess, you got snorkel gear?”

“I did bring some. I haven’t done it before!”

“I’ll teach you. Come on, let’s cool down before you get pregnant.” You giggle at his bluntness, but his words thrill you.

***

“You look so adorable.” Suguru secures your glittery pink mask, and you flop around on the giant flippers, feeling stupid.

“They only had kid stuff when I shopped.”

He grins. “Lucky you’re small. Hey, nothing wrong with Barbie.”

“Hush!”

Suguru has red swim trunks and an open red kimono, his toned body and tanned skin making you drool damn near. He seems to be eating up the sight of you in kids snorkel gear in amusement, but when his hands come to hold your waist, the amusement fades, to lust.

Every time he touches you it’s like you light up.

Shaking yourselves off, you both head out to the crystal blue waters, as Suguru guides you how to properly use the gear. You both begin to swim, down the coast line, and fish of all sizes flit past you all, their scales glittering from the sun reflecting brightly in the water. Suguru swims slowly next to you, though he was clearly a talented swimmer, he took his time for you.

Suguru points out a giant crab, then a school of marlin, huge, which freak you out a bit at first as they whoosh past you all, then you’re giggling, and have to come up for air. You sputter a bit, slipping the mask off, and Suguru is there with you, taking his off and shaking his head, sprinkling water all over.

“How ya doing Princess?” He asks softly, and you sigh, snuggling into his embrace as he holds his arms out.

“So good. It’s so peaceful.” He holds you, as the water waves all around your bodies, gently rocking you both.

“It is, isn’t it. Peaceful. With you.” His voice gets low, and you look up at him, tummy doing flips, not just butterflies, they were like violent moths. Your hands slide up to his face, brushing against where the goggles had dug in.

“I kinda never wanna go back.” He smiles, a little sadly.

“Because the real world?”

“Yeah, what happens to us? With work and friends, life, family… shit, probably drama too, on my end. Is my pussy good enough to deal with my psycho ex?”

He rolls his eyes. “Your pussy is good enough for that, yes. But… What has you so worried? You think he’ll try something?”

“The way he talked… was like it wasn’t over yet. His torture.” You shiver a bit, sighing. “I don’t want him in my life. But… he knows everything about me. Who’s to say he won’t come and try to break me again.”

He cups your face now, his pretty brown eyes glittering with the sun, like molten pools of honey. You drown in them, nearly forgetting your worries. “You think I’d let him touch you?”

His words, so possessive, make you ache. “I wouldn’t put that on you.”

“Regardless of where this goes, I damn sure won’t let such filth around you, ever again. Understood?” You nod, and you feel them, your tears. “You know, you look beautiful crying, right?”

“Is that kinky, Sugu?”

He grins. “It could be kinky. You cry so much though. I wonder if…” He trails off a bit then.

“Wonder what Sugu?”

He sighs, backing away a bit. “I guess I wonder if in time, you’d cry less. With me by your side.”

“Oh, Sugu…” You wrap your arms around him, kissing him, awkwardly bumping your gear on your heads, and he chuckles, pulling you flush against him. “I cry with you because I’m so happy.”

“Are you just emotional altogether?”

“A crybaby, say it.”

“I wasn’t gonna!”

“Uh huh.” You both look around then, and you realize how far you all had swam out, people are just little dots now. “Oh wow.”

“Let’s swim back, Princess.” You nod, and you all are soon back down under the water, the sun shimmering on your backs, heating it, as the cool water brushed against your front, your chest, your legs. Suguru holds one hand as you all swim down, following the trail back.

Worries of your past fade more and more.

***

“You need a yukata.” Suguru says to you later on, as you all are walking down the boardwalk, side by side, hands brushing together. He was going to get a kimono, and you all were peering until you found a proper shop for one.

“Oh, I’ve never worn one!”

“What!? You need one. Come on.” He takes you further, and you follow, a little confused but curious, until you all come upon a little shop with plenty of yukatas and kimonos.

“These are so pretty…” You murmur, touching the thick, satin material with care, and Suguru comes over to you, eyeing the one you’re touching.

“That would look beautiful on you.” His voice is soft, his hard body coming against yours, you tense a bit, feeling flustered. “Try it on.”

You end up looking in the mirror, and the gorgeous Yukata, sitting over your body, which you were only wearing a lacy pair of red panties and a lacy red bra. The yukata sat untied. You honestly… didn’t know how to tie it? It’s the prettiest pink with red flowers all over, popping off your skin, and it was so pretty you couldn’t think you could even wear such a thing.

“Need help, love?” Suguru’s teasing voice came, and you giggle, opening the curtain and inclining your head.

“Please, I can’t figure it out.” He comes in behind you, then gulps, lips parting as he looks down your body. Your breasts heave under the attention.

“You’re so sexy. I can’t think.” You flush at the praise, taking his hands in your own.

“Thank you Sugu. But I really can’t figure this out.”

“Yeah, yeah… come here.” He comes and expertly ties the Yukata up, then places the wrap on your waist carefully, stepping back and whistling softly. “You look so beautiful.”

“Thank you… I…”

“No, look at you.” He turns you, to where your ass is against his hard body, enwrapped in silk, and you see yourself, glowing and sunkissed in his arms. You tremble as his hands run down your waist, pressing his fingers in. “Look how beautiful.”

You do look beautiful.

“Oh, thank you Suguru. I feel beautiful.” You blink back tears, and he leans close, holding you tightly.

“You always will around me.” He kisses up your face, then down, to your exposed neck, groaning softly. “Wanna fuck you right here.”

“Oh! I…” He laughs, as you’re blushing. “You’re teasing me.”

“Nope, totally would. Would you please let me buy this for you?”

You go to say you would buy it, but then you sigh. “Of course you can, I would love it so much. Can I buy you a Kimono though?”

“No, I’ll buy both.” You pout, making him laugh. “They’re expensive.”

“I don’t mind. I have a successful business and no one to spoil.”

“Oh so you’d spoil me?”

“Sure would.” He picks you up, twirling you around, then easing you back to the floor, smiling deviously at you.

“I think I’ll spoil you. And you’ll accept, like a good girl.” Those words shoot right between your thighs, and he notices, notices your flush, your tightening thighs.

“Unfair.” You bite out, he just grins, and then you all go search for Suguru’s Kimono. And no, you don’t get to pay.

***

Once it’s night, both of you decide to go to one of the beach restaurants, where there are dancers and even a fire show, all as the sweet breeze blows, and the sky turns pretty pinks and purples. Suguru was in the Kimono you had picked out for him, black with a green and gold belt, flowing around him, and fuck if he didn’t look gorgeous in it.

His hair falls soft, half clipped back, the bottom half flowing, silky and shimmering in the evening. He looks so gorgeous it’s hard to function, actually.

You can’t keep your eyes off him.

You in that pretty pink yukata, snug against the curves of your body, with those soft red flowers? Heavenly. And now, one of the ladies puts a matching little red flower over your ear in your soft, flowing hair that's blowing gently in the wind. When your eyes glitter, smiling that little smile of yours at him, it makes his stomach tighten, as he thinks of just how much he loves that.

How you look at him.

How’d he gone without that in his life?

You’re so gorgeous he can’t take his eyes off you.

“You look so handsome, Suguru.” You run your fingertips down the soft material, and he exhales, touching your face gently.

“And you look beautiful, Princess.”

You brighten up at that.

“Not denying it? Know how happy I am tonight?”

“I’m working on it. Because of you.” You lean against him, and one of the ladies comes to take you all to your table. A waitress comes, and smiles at the two of you, seated side by side.

“What a beautiful couple.” She says, and you nearly jump, giddy with excitement at the thought, and you tensely look at Geto. What would he say?

Was he ready for that?

“Thank you. We’re having a great time here.” He pulls you to his side, kissing your cheek, and you blush bright red.

“So cute together!” Comes another waitress, and you nervously cover your face, waiting for Suguru to say no, we’re not together.

Because how could he…

Wait.

Stop that.

He clearly wants you.

You shake off dead voices, echoes of your past, and smile now. “Thank you ladies, that’s so sweet.” You say, then look to Suguru, who’s brimming with pride as he gazes at you.

When they leave you to check the menu, he hums to himself, running fingers down your back over that satin, giving you goosebumps. “So, are we?”

“Are we… what?”

Suguru peeks up at you. “Together? Dating?”

“Are you asking me out, Sugu?” He smirks, looking up and down at you, his hand now firm on your hip.

“Maybe I am. What would the answer be, Princess?”

“The answer would be fuck yes.” He laughs a bit at you. You all order drinks, clinking them together. You notice he opted for a fruity rainbow drink like you.

“What? Yours was so good.”

“I love a man that’s not afraid to drink a rainbow drink.”

“So bratty!”

You all sip your drinks, sitting together, you lean on him, as he holds you so gently. “Sugu, are you my boyfriend then?”

He kisses your lips, and you taste that fruity drink, mixed with Suguru’s minty breath, god it was always so fresh, how? And he rests his forehead on yours. “Are you my girlfriend, Princess?”

“I sure wanna be.” He exhales, running his fingertips down the side of your face ever so softly.

“I haven’t dated in a long time.”

“I dated a sadistic asshole last, so.”

You both grin at that. “You gonna make me ask so officially?”

“Yes please.”

He rolls his eyes. “Will you be my girlfriend, Princess? On this island and back home?”

“I will, Sugu. Oh my… Of course.” You kiss him, eagerly, over and over, as if no one else was around, it was just you two.

“Hey, that means you gotta let me pay for everything.”

“What, no!”

“That’s my rules.”

“Oh… I’ll split things?”

“Nope. I pay.”

You roll your eyes now, and he’s just grinning. “If you don’t wanna be called daddy you can’t spoil me.”

“You’re so bratty right now.” You just stick your tongue out, making him chuckle, as you all begin to get your appetizers. “I’ll let you call me it in bed, only, if you let me buy you things.”

“Deal!”

***

“Daddy!” You’re screaming out an hour later, as he has you tied up to the bed posts with one of his silky black ties, as he's behind you, licking up your pussy, spread wide in front of his face.

“You taste so good for me, Princess.” His chin shoves against your cit, tickling it with his stubble, tongue sliding inside your little hole, slurping up the wetness loudly, making you start to throb again in need for him.

“Mmmnh!” You're reduced to sounds, as he’s leaning up, fingering you now, two fingers knuckles deep, shoving past your little gummy walls and hitting that spot, the one he always hits. It makes you fade out, cum pouring out of your slippery cunt, soaking his hand.

“Good girl, Princess, keep cumming for me.” You fall apart for that, crying out his name over and over, as he whispers yours, gushing ridiculous amounts of liquid as he gets you to cum again. “So wet, soaking the bed, love.”

“Mnh, Sugu, need your cock, please.” He groans at that, gripping your hips then, and your phone rings. You ignore it, as he slides that thick cock in, stretching you out for the third time today. Every stretch makes you ache more and more, you tighten around him as he slams into you balls deep, bottoming out in you. You scream out, and he pulls your hair.

“Feel so good-” your phone rings again, and Geto tenses behind you. “It's blocked number.”

“Don't care, just fuck me Sugu, fuck me please.” He moans, pulling at your hair again, making your ass arch, then it rings again. You curse. “Break the phone, need your dick.”

“Nah… Again?” He presses answer, and you gasp, as he leans forward and puts it on speaker. “Answer them love.”

“Umm… hello?” You manage to breathe out, as Suguru's thick cock slides out, shoving back in, you bite your lip not to moan out loud.

“Really, blocked my number sweetheart? Has your ‘amazing guy’ got sick of you yet? You know he will.” At that you falter, tensing, and you tremble on your knees. Suguru tenses behind you, gripping your hips so hard you thought they'd bruise.

“Sure not getting tired, her pussy is perfect you know.” Suguru starts to speak, and Mahito flips. “Fuck, and the view of this nice big ass? So good.”

You giggle then, and he shoves his cock so deep you cry out, leaving Mahito furious over the phone. “So you're getting fucked like a whore?”

“I'm getting fucked by a huge cock. Mmm! You just gonna listen Mahito?” Suguru laughs behind you, and you laugh too, but then cry out as he picks up the pace, fucking into you, and you knew Mahito could hear everything.

“When he throws you out, I'll be ready, and if you're lucky I'll fuck you.” Suguru leans over you, picking the phone up then, and you look back at his face furious.

“You'll never touch her. Pussy belongs to me now.” You pulse around him and he moans. “And fuck if it's not a perfect little pussy too.”

“You're the one making her so feisty, huh? Give it time. Sweetheart don't forget I've known you forever and I know how pathetic you are. Once he gets tired of that virgin pussy he'll see-”

“Fucked her -ha- five times already? Going for six after this. And she's not pathetic, you are. Can't wait to fucking meet you face to face.” His words are dark as he gives you insane backshots, bruising that cervix.

“I… you…” Suguru puts the phone up to your face and shoves his cock in deep.

“Cum loud so he can hear you, Princess.” You scream out then, shaking with your orgasm, and then the line goes dead, and you tremble, looking back at Suguru, who's grinning. “Bet he doesn't call back.”

“I love you, ugh.” You whisper as he fucks into you, again and again, so quiet you don't think he heard you, thankfully.

“What… a piece of trash… wanna beat his face in.” Suguru is grunting, and you're moaning, ass arching up for more of his thrusts. “How… dare he… you're so… perfect…”

“Sugu!” You're sobbing now, and he pauses.

“Did I hurt you Princess?”

“No I just… that was… so sweet of you.”

“Fucking you on the phone with you ex?” You giggle through tears, nodding, then he comes to untie your wrists, pressing you on your tummy, tilting your face as his weight presses on you. “I'll never let him touch you again.”

“Love you, Sugu. Love you.” He pauses at that, then moans, sliding his cock back in, kissing you passionately, tongues wild, teeth hitting, lips pressing.

“Princess…” You shush him, pressing your ass up for more, as his big arm wraps your waist.

“Don't have to answer yet, s'okay Sugu.” He kisses you again, fucking deeper, pressed so intimately over you. His hand reaches up and entwine's in yours, as he pulls back, breath right on your lips. “Thank you for it, thank you! Thank! Ah!”

“Anything… for you… Princess, Mmm!” You're throbbing around his cock, as he thickens inside you, deep inside, and then he's moaning, as you do. “You're mine, Princess. Mine.”

“Yours Sugu, belongs to you.” He falls apart above you, you hear his breathy moan, gripping you tight.

“Cum with me, love, wanna feel you. Please.” You do as he says, needing no urging, and then you're cumming together, him moaning his release in the crook of your neck, filling you with his hot cum, and you're gushing around him. “Perfect, perfect Princess.”

You struggle to both catch your breath, then Suguru eases out of you, lifting his body off and sighing, coming to lay next to you. His pupils are dilated, eyes blown out, like you, messy hair like you, reddened lips, like you. Both of you were dazed and confused messes.

“It just keeps getting better. I'm so addicted to you Sugu.” He shuts his eyes for a moment, kissing your forehead sweetly, sighing.

“I'm addicted to you, Princess. Everything about you. Um…” He brushes your hair back gently. “What you said…”

“Ignore it please. Shouldn't have so soon.” He frowns at that.

“Did you not mean it? Was it just… sex talk?”

“No. Meant it.” You bury your face against his chest. “But don't wanna ruin this.”

“Honey you won't ruin anything. Promise. I just…”

“It's okay Sugu really.”

Suguru is terrified. Because nothing has ever felt so good as you uttering those words from your pretty lips. Hearing that made his heart stop. He is overwhelmed, because he wants to say it back, but is it too soon? If things don't work out, would that hurt you more? He aches to let go but for now…

He needs some courage apparently. Imagine him, and the only person to ever scare him is a five foot nothing girl who cries all the time? You alone bring him to his knees and make him want to do anything, anything for you. Including deal with that trash that…

“Thank you again though, Sugu. I imagine that made him so fucking mad.” He blinks, shaking out of his reverie to look at you, with your puffy lips and tear streaked, pretty little face.

“I'll do anything for you, Princess.” You blink a fresh set of tears on those spiky lashes, God you're beautiful.

“It meant so much you standing up for me.” You snuggle against him, the ghost of your serious confession in the air. He doesn't push you, or bring it up thankfully, you had been so worried…

“I am falling for you, Princess. I've never felt like this.” Your heart melts at that, as he kisses you so gently, your lips meld into his. “Don't be embarrassed it just may take me… a little-”

“You're fine, Sugu, promise!” He trails little kisses down your cheeks, sticky with your dried tears.

“Let's go shower, pretty. Then get some rest. I think I have a plan for tomorrow.”

“Can't believe we'll leave soon!” He helps you up, bringing you to the bathroom then and starting the shower.

“I know. I've gotten used to waking up with you already.” You flush happily, and as he pulls you into the spray of the hot water, you feel so content, even if…

You'd just blurted the love bomb on him.

And came with your ex on the phone.

Tonight? Wild.

Best night ever.

Chapter 7

Ao3 chap

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56577688/chapters/146639161

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STAR STUDDED BAGGAGE [1].

SYNOPSIS. the saying “never meet your idols” exists for a reason. you just didn’t expect the reason to be because said idols would end up declaring that you’re their alleged lover from a past life (past lives, rather). now you have three big celebrities vying for your attention, and it’s not as dreamlike as you imagined it to be.

PAIRINGS. choi yeonjun, choi soobin, choi beomgyu x female! reader. GENRES. reincarnation! au, celebrity! au (soloist! yeonjun, actor! soobin, rock band member! beomgyu), slight college! au, slight historical! au, rom-com, angst if you squint, reverse harem woohoo. WARNINGS. swearing, secondhand stress HHAHAHAH. WORD COUNT. 2.9k.

TAGLIST. @seokgyuu @spjhyn @bat-shark-repellant @writingmeraki @lotties-readings @jenodreamer @gyuspeach @lexawoah13 @dvalitaes @agustdiv1ne @enhacatalog @soobs-things @tocupid @wonsays @kgneptun @sarang-ae @peaceout97 @outrologist @prettypei @luv4cheol @captivq @kueey @matcha-binz @loveherrschxr @haechology @bitehee @laylasbunbunny

NOTE. and so it begins!! grabbed seventeen’s “second life” and gave it to beomgyu’s band, by the way. future chapters will be a lot longer bcs this one is sort of just an introduction. please lmk what u think so far!!

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CHAPTER 1 — the consequences of working with a choi.

One.

“I told you I won’t do any romance dramas!”

Choi Soobin isn’t usually one to throw tantrums. He’s gentleness itself, says the media. The loveliest, most humble and soft-spoken angel to have ever graced South Korea’s entertainment industry. Interviewees praise him for being so kind and warm. Award-winning actor Lee Minyuk decided to adopt him the day they first met while working on a drama just a year ago.

He’s so nice, so sweet, so lovely— a stark contrast to the roles he usually plays, but that doesn’t take away from the songs of praise that articles and Twitter posts usually string along with Choi Soobin’s name.

All of this is true of course. As long as you’re not contractually obligated to babysit his whiny, picky, six foot tall ass every single day.

“Soobin, why don’t you give it another—”

“This is ridiculous,” he huffs, crossed armed on the sofa with a tattered script sitting on the low coffee table before him. Manager Lee feels a headache kicking in. Why is this bastard acting up when the interns are in the office? Those two simply wanted to deliver the scripts for Soobin to pick from, but they are looking at his actor’s surprising behavior with wide eyes. Now, it’s going to be his job to make sure that they don’t run their mouths about the nation’s alleged first love actually being a spoiled brat.

“Soobin,” Manager Lee exhales for the nth time. This script is from Writer Kang. The Writer Kang! She wrote this script with you in mind as the lead. Can you at least maybe reconsider—”

“I’m not doing it.” Soobin won’t budge. He’s got a visibly troubled and offended look on his face and his manager wants to smack him upside in the head. How could he not understand that this is an opportunity of a lifetime? “Hyung, you know the reason why I even signed to this company in the first place. I’m not doing it. Absolutely not.”

He picks up the script like it’s a dirty rag— disgusted expression to match— only to reveal a page that suddenly prompts him to throw the entire thing across the room. The two interns flinch. Manager Lee feels his hair turning gray by the second.

“There’s a kissing sce— agh! Gosh! What will my soulmate think if she sees me kissing another woman?!”

“Soul...soulmate?” unfortunate intern number one voices out hesitantly.

“Is...Choi Soobin seeing someone right now?” asks number two, and Manager Lee wants to retire early. His actor is still ranting on and on about how there’s no way in hell he’s taking on this role. He doesn’t really wanna deal with that right now.

“No. He’s not seeing anybody. He’s never been in a relationship before.”

Manager Lee knows this because he’s been Soobin’s manager since the young star was still seventeen, when he was still as nice and well-behaved as the tabloids made him out to be. That same kid is now a grown adult and shuddering over a possible kissing scene in a screenplay. “Ahh. I can’t do this, I seriously can’t do this, hyung!” Fame does change people. Manager Lee wants seventeen year-old Soobin back.

“Then...then who is his soulmate…?”

It’s hard to imagine that an A-List star like Choi Soobin is suffering from unrequited love. “A woman from his past life,” answers Manager Lee. “Or so he says.” The interns look at him. Come—come again? their expressions seem to say. Manager Lee lets out an exasperated sigh. This one’s even harder to comprehend.

“Hyung,” Soobin finally calls out for him. Lee returns his attention to his artist, who’s now flipping through the other scripts on the table with an even more disgruntled expression. “Hyung, are these all the offers I have? They’re all romance! Don’t we have other options?!”

“The CEO wants you to expand your roles, Soobin,” Manager Lee flatly replies. “Your fans too. You can’t keep doing action-mystery-thrillers forever. It’s a waste of your visuals. They want to see you in lighter things too.” He walks over to pick up the first rejected script from the floor, dropping it in front of Soobin, who is currently a deflated balloon.

He’s changed. But sometimes it feels as though his artist hasn’t grown up ever since they first met.

“If you take Writer Kang’s drama, you’ll get even bigger, Soobin.”

“I’m not interested in fame,” Soobin mumbles, shoulders slacked and dejected. “I just want—”

“If you gain ever more fame, expand your reach, won’t that mean your soulmate can find you sooner as well?” Soobin takes the bait. He flinches upon hearing the word he’s been chasing after ever since, a glimpse of consideration flashing through his expression as he nips down his bottom lip. Manager Kim lands a hand on his shoulder. “Think about it, kid. You shouldn’t waste opportunities like this.”

Soobin lets out a breath. “I’ll...I’ll give it some thought.”

Dear god, finally. Manager Lee ushers out a sulky and troubled Soobin out into the hall with the script hugged against his chest and tells him to relax for the day. “Don’t overthink it. Just do what you want to do,” he says, after gaslighting him into positively considering the role. Still, Soobin needs this. He’s been stagnating since his last project, Study Group. He needs to switch up genres if he wants to improve.

“Wow,” intern number two exhales the moment Soobin leaves the premises. “You really are a veteran, sir. But does Choi Soobin’s soulmate really exist? Who is he looking for?”

Manager Lee shrugs and drops onto the sofa with a grunt. “Beats me. He doesn’t even know her name.”

Two.

“Yeonjun! Choi Yeonjun, look over here!”

“Choi Yeonjun, you look good today as well!”

“Please give a heart to the camera!”

“Fuck! Choi Yeonjun, you’re so fucking hot!”

That last one made Yeonjun’s mouth twitch into a smirk, and the screaming instantly became louder. Unintentional, but he relishes in the attention, anyway. He flips down his sunglasses to block the flashing lights from the cameras (causing another unintentional pandemonium), and his manager (Kim Noona, he likes to affectionately call when she’s about to yank out his hair roots for misbehaving) quickly ushers him into van before his rabid fans break through the bodyguards’ defenses and jump him.

“Good work today,” says Manager Kim as they start to drive away from the fansign venue. Yeonjun has his window rolled down and is blowing air kisses to the crowd. Ignorance is bliss, Manager Kim decides. “However, you don’t have time to run a catwalk on the way to the van tomorrow since you have another schedule immediately after the fansign. Try to strut for two minutes max tomorrow, please.”

“‘Kayyy,” Yeonjun hums, rolling the tinted windows back up and leaning back into the car seat with a satisfied groan. They’re on the way back to his apartment now. Time for him to start his routine. “Noona, do you have all the letters I got today?”

“Look to your left.”

And there it is indeed— a stack of notes and envelopes and perfume-drenched messages of love and adoring affection. He flits through each one, skimming over every note and every letter like he’s looking for something. “Sleep early tonight,” Manager Kim tells him as he knits his brows, nearing the end of the stack. “You have a shoot in the morning, in case you forgot.”

Yeonjun is back at the first letter he started with. Nothing, he lets out a sigh. Not one that he’s looking for.”

“Noona,” he calls out. “I’m going live right now.”

There’s a bump on the road.

“No, wait—”

[🔴 yawnzzn is live].

“Hehe. Yeonjunnie is here—!”

Manager Kim abruptly stops the car. Thank fucking god the road isn’t too crowded. She watches Yeonjun from the rearview mirror as he smiles at the outstretched camera and makes casual greetings and hello’s to the viewers, heart racing in fear. “Right now? I’m on the way back home. Can’t wait to get a nice shower once I get back.” Okay, she lets in a deep breath, starting the car once more. Yeonjun isn’t doing anything weird yet. Better to drop him off as soon as possible.

“Nooo, I haven’t had dinner yet, I’ll order once I get home. What do you guys recommend?”

He’s being normal. He’s acting fine. This is good.

“Ramen? That sounds good. Kimchi jjigae is also yummy.”

Maybe he just wanted to interact more with his fans, yes. He’s always been like that. Maybe he won’t say anything rash this time.

“Oh! The video with Mark Lee from NCT? Did you see us hugging? Hehe, Mark and I look good together?” They’re almost at his apartment building. They’re almost here. Once they arrive, Yeonjun will turn off the livestream and Manager Kim can finally fucking retire for the day. “That’s cute. But it’s too bad. I’m already interested in someone else.”

Screeeech!

The car stops. “Yeonjun.” But Yeonjun’s live stream is still ongoing. “Turn off the live.”

Yeonjun is smiling at his phone in painful ignorance. Manager Kim doesn’t miss the one second glance he spares at her. One second. One mere second before he starts inciting chaos even more. “Who? That’s a secretttt. I don’t want to tell you.”

Manager Kim’s phone starts buzzing. “Yeonjun, turn it off.” The buzzing won’t stop. Her personal phone starts going off as well

“Ah. Should I give you a hint?”

There’s an incoming call now.

“Choi Yeonjun, turn off the god damned—”

“Okay!” Yeonjun suddenly exclaims. He flashes a knowing smile to the camera, but his dearly stressed and overworked manager knows that it’s directed to her rather than the thousands of people witnessing the artist she’s in charge of stirring his third rumor of the week. Her phone won’t stop buzzing, it can be used as a fucking vibrator at this point. Choi Yeonjun is lucky he rakes in most of the agency’s profits— otherwise his contract would be terminated by now. “I have to go. My manager looks like she’s about to fire me, hehe. See you all tomorrow! Mwah!”

Just like that, the live stream ends, but Manager Kim’s phone is still incessantly ringing and beeping and giving the signal that Choi Yeonjun will once again go trending on Twitter— not in the way the company wants. Again. “Kim Noona?” Yeonjun calls out. “The light is green. The cars behind are honking at us.”

Manager Kim’s grip on the steering wheel tightens. “Yeonjun.” And they start moving again. “What are you gonna do once you get home?”

“Post a damage control photo. Got it.”

He knows. He knows yet he keeps pulling the same shit every week.

“Good...good— just,” his manager lets out a sigh, and they arrive at the front of his building. “No matter what I tell you, you won’t stop pulling these stunts, aren’t you?”

“Nope.” Yeonjun flashes her a grin, unbuckling his seatbelt, ready to slide the door open. “Thanks, noona! See you tomorrow!”

With that, Yeonjun leaves with a bounce in his step right after the mess he just made.

The problem is, Manager Kim can’t tell him to stop either after knowing exactly why he’s doing all of these scandal-bait, potentially career damaging things. It’s not something she can believe in, and it’s definitely not within the realm of reality. But after seeing the look on her artist’s eyes when he said— how many more headlines must he make until you can finally find your way back to him?

Well. All Manager Kim can do is work PR to their deaths for damage control.

Three.

“Why don’t we kick it off by listening to your latest single?”

Studio lights burn the set. Five seats are settled in place, four against one for an interview with one of the hottest K-Rock groups of the generation. Yeong-Il released a new single just earlier in the week, and it’s topped the charts ever since release.

If I am given a second life I may live and breathe differently compared to now

Lee Heeseung looks happy to be here. So do Yang Jeongin and Lim Jimin. Choi Beomgyu, on the other hand, looks like he’d rather be anywhere else but here right now, complete with the faraway look on his face as he’s clearly not paying attention to the comments the host is making, instead drowning in melody and lyrics hummed by the speakers.

Among the streets we’ll walk past each other without knowing

“It’s quite different from our usual music, no?” Heeseung laughs.

I hope we remember each other

“Right!” Jeongin chimes in. ��But I think we should hear from the man who produced and wrote this.”

Even in our next life Even at that time, I’ll go to you

“Choi Beomgyu!”

Even in our next life Even at that time, I’ll go to you

“Beomgyu, are you awake?”

Even if a second life That’s different from now comes to me The one thing I can say is That I’m going to be by your side

“Beomgyu!”

“Ah.” Beomgyu finally wakes up. He catches the concerned and nervous glances of his friends-slash-bandmates. Beomgyu takes the microphone from Jimin, tapping it once, before saying, “What do I do? It’s a little embarrassing to talk about this by myself.” Jeongin fails to hold back a snort at his lack of sincerity. Jimin sends him a nudge with his elbow.

“Hey, this isn’t the first time you’ve written a song. Quit acting coy,” Heeseung manages to salvage the conversation, invisible sweat dripping down the side of his face. Beomgyu finally decides to stop stalling and answers the question.

“Well, anyhow, I think you can tell from the lyrics. Second Life is about a love that extends beyond lifetimes— promising that even after we’ve lived, died, and reborn as different people, there is still no one I’d love but you.” There’s some coughs from his bandmates. Beomgyu presses his lips into a smile. “That’s it.” And passes the microphone back to whoever reaches out for it first.

This kind of behavior from Yeong-il’s guitarist and vocalist isn’t new.

The problem is, even though his team and fans are used to it, not everyone is, so the show’s host is taken aback by Beomgyu’s complete lack of care, unaffected and impenetrable. He stifles out a cough, flits through his cue cards. “O—oh, how romantic!” he exclaims. “I’ve noticed that a lot of your other songs that Choi Beomgyu-ssi has written seem to have a similar theme. Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah, it’s not really a secret, and it’s honestly pretty obvious,” Beomgyu answers, earning another nudge from Jimin.

“He doesn’t seem like it, but Beomgyu is the biggest romanticist out of all of us,” Heeseung saves the day once more. Choi Beomgyu has been once dubbed as the biggest hurdle in every interviewer’s career. Nobody knows if he’s doing it on purpose, or if he really is just like that.

“We—well, can we ask what your inspiration is for writing this kind of music?”

It’s not a new question. It’s a question asked interview after interview to Choi Beomgyu whenever they release one of his songs riddled with his signatures of reincarnation, second lives, and first loves. But he’s always avoided answering them, sometimes going as far as outright telling the host that he doesn’t want to answer.

Though his bandmates are indeed both dreading and looking forward to the day Beomgyu would finally make a public answer to that million dollar question—

“Myself.”

—they certainly did not expect him to answer with the truth.

“What?”

“The tracks were inspired by myself,” he says, face flat, free from any sign of humor or jest. “I’m still waiting for my first love from my first life. There must be a reason why I still remember her and the life we shared. Doesn’t that mean we’re both destined to meet again?”

Silence washes over. Everyone on set is looking at Beomgyu, waiting for him to laugh or smile or crack a joke or some shit just to give an indication that he wasn’t at all serious with that statement. Their managers are frozen. They’re all looking at Heeseung to finally and neatly wrap things up before the mood gets worse.

Heeseung gets the signal. He quickly snatches the microphone from his friend and starts making bullshit up and praying to god that this part gets edited out. “Aha—ahaha, Beomgyu really likes to remain in character! That’s how much he takes his music seriously! Anyway—”

The rest of the interview turns up normally. No unexpected backstory reveals or trauma-dumps. No mentions of possible supernatural phenomena whatsoever and that’s mostly because Beomgyu decided to keep quiet for the rest of it.

He’s seriously a ticking time bomb, all but him share the same thought upon exiting the studio, until Heeseung finally confronts him about it when they reach the van.

“Dude, what the hell was that?”

“I know, I know. You don’t have to nag me,” Beomgyu groans. “We can ask them not to air that part, anyway. I’m just getting impatient.”

Impatience.

That’s a mutual feeling shared by all three of them.

Twenty years. That’s how long they’ve been waiting. Centuries, if you count the period in between their previous lives and now. But when the person they’ve been waiting for finally shows up— patience will be a virtue that they’ll need to learn to strengthen. Patience. They’ll need to be a hell of a lot more patient if they want to take back what they lost.

STAR STUDDED BAGGAGE. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

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neverchecking · 1 year

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*slams open door*I see requests are open!

May I request something nsfw with one of the chain where reader doesn’t know how to swim?

Reader just randomly brings up one day that she can’t swim and ask the chain for lessons. The chain obviously isn’t gonna give up the opportunity to see her in a swimsuit help their darling

I want to say that the best swimmer amongst the chain would be the one to help her but I’m not sure who that would be?

They don’t want to overwhelm her so they decided on having 1 on 1 lessons with her would be ideal, but they’re all just fighting on who has the better swimming skills/experience

Once someone emerges victorious, whether due to a begrudgingly unanimous decision or reader just going “oh, maybe ____ is the best choice!”, they manage to find a lake separate from the others

While reader enjoys her swimming lessons, no one says the Link giving her the lessons won’t be having wandering hands ;)))

~💚

💚anon!

Last time I told someone I couldn't swim, I did not live them down. I still have not lived it down.

Slight! NSFW So Minors stay away anyway?

You didn't say if you wanted Sage or not, but I added him anyway bc I love him <3

CW: sage is a big of a perv. but c'mon. We knew that.

"C'mon in, Y/N, the waters great!"

Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes-

"I'm okay for now." Your smile was as gentle as it was luminescent. Curving just enough to have the apples of your cheeks warming, but not enough to make your eyes crinkle in that positively adorable way. "Thank you for the offer though."

Re-emerging from the water, Hyrule shook his hair free of water before pushing it back. "Why not, love bug? Don't you wanna cool down?"

Staying out there meant staying out of their reach. Staying out there meant risking yourself in the elements. Staying out there put you at risk, didn't you see that?! You could get heat stroke, or sun burnt, or attacked by a rabid deer who's being chased by a feral bear. There were an unlimited number of possibilities that spelled nothing but disaster for you. And he couldn't handle losing you like that. Not in a million years.

Cherry red dusted your ears as they twitched and lowered, the tips touching your now hunched shoulders. You avoided their gazes, fiddling with the hem of your tunic. Why weren't you looking at them? Why weren't your eyes on them? WHY WEREN'T THEY THE CENTER OF YOUR UNIVERSE IN THE SAME WAY YOU WERE THEIRS?!

You mumbled something, which made their ears twitch only for it be in vein. A few glances around showed no once else had caught that either.

"Mind repeating that, dove?" Sky asked, still on shore with his own tunics half-off.

"I can't...swim." You grumbled, looking a tad more frustrated then before.

Silence.

"Well, why didn't you just say so, sunshine, I'd be thrilled to teach you." Arms wrapped around your mid-section, toned and muscled. Dark ink caught the peripheral of your vision. He all but purred into your ear before sharp canines caught the shell, gently pinching it before releasing.

"Sage-" You startled, arms flying out.

"You learned to swim with Sharks. Why the fuck would we trust you to teach them?" Hyrule snipped, eyes narrowed on their newest member. Hyrule had seen a lot in his time, don't get it twisted, but Sage was something new. A whole different creature. He was feral at best, down right savage at worst; with teeth sharper than some of their knives and a moral compass more broken than any villain he's ever faced off of. So in , what world would he trust that fucking loose canon with the most precious thing in his life?

"Because I still learned in clear waters. Not toxic dumps." Sage snapped back, those same teeth on display

"Knock it off." Time barked at the duo, glaring down Sage for his glare of disobedience before turning to his precious star shine, voice must softer than it previously was. "Have you just not wanted to learn? Or do you not have the opportunity?"

You shuffled a bit in Sage's arms. "I just- My old town was landlocked. Any lakes we had were used for fishing in the summer and frozen in the summer." You admitted. Which is a totally reasonable excuse. And not silly. And totally valid. And learning to swim is stupid and dumb anyway. >:(

The arms wrapped around your waist moved so hands could brush against your hips. Somewhere in the lake, there was a shout from Wind before a loud splash, someone throwing the poor boy deeper down stream.

"Offer still stands, I'd love to teach you, sunshine." Sage purrs, feeling your cheeks burn from where he was nuzzling into them. You hum at the offer, thinking for a second.

"If you don't mind, I think I'll take you up on that offer."

Sage grinned something sharp and malicious, redirecting you away from the others with a look over his shoulder.

"I'll bring 'em back when they've learned to swim. That may take all night however." He chuckled to himself, shaking his head at the glares directed at him.

Maybe one day they'd get to his level.

He doubted it though.

<><><><>

"That's it, sunshine, you're doing great."

"This is dumb-"

"No, you're doing so well. Just like that," His arms were spread beside him as he remained in front of you.

"Sage-"

"Shh, do you not trust me, my love?" Sage's smirk never left his face as he instead swept in closer. His one hand moved from treading water to brush up against your side. "Just like that."

Your blush deepened as he swayed his body effortlessly, laying underneath of you as he brought yours to lay over his.

"I've got you, don't you worry sunshine." His hand raised so his thumb pulled down you bottom lip. "Though, I do feel I've earned some sort of compensation. Maybe a little incentive to keep this lesson going?"

You swallowed.

"I mean...if only to continue the lessons I guess." You swallowed.

His smirk didn't ease your worries, but how could you think when all you could focus on was the blond's lips against yours?

You didn't even realized you were floating effortlessly.

Or the eyes watching your presumable private lesson, fuming in pure, red hot, anger.

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dcangel · 1 year

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MY SMUTTY WRITING PROMPTS

I have a shit tone of smut prompts, so feel free to request any numbers for any of following characters: stiles Stilinski, Thomas (TMR), Dave Hodgman, Joel Dawson, Void Stiles, Stuart Twombly, Mitch Rapp, Simon Tarnum, Colin. I literally got pretty much done with this and was abt to post it bc I made the collage at the end and everything AND I FUCKING FORGOT ABOUT COLIN

As you can tell it’s all Dylan’s characters, and these are going to be the main people I write for. I don’t want to write about dylan himself as of right now bc I feel like it’s like sjrkrfk but yeah.

Anyways… there turned out to be 77 total prompts FOR THE SMUT ONES ALONE which is.. yeah

But I do have more than just smut prompts, I have some normal ones and I’ll make another post abt those.

RULES!! Idgaf how old you are as long as your 16+, I only write for fem!readers, and idk what else to add but like the basic rules yk? You can request more than just the prompts such as like sub!reader or sub!character (same for dom), or like maybe a specific kink if I feel comfortable writing for it like a nickname or just something else. You also don’t have to choose from one of these, you could just give me a request, and it also doesn’t even have to be smut. I’m always happy to hear your ideas and randomly thoughts<33

Anywayss…

SMUT PROMPTS—

1. “I want to hear you beg.”

2."Arch your back for me.”

3."You look better with my hands around your neck."

4."Swallow it. All of it."

5."God, you feel so fucking good."

6."Suck on it"

7."You're so fucking hot."

8."Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you."

9. “Don’t hold back.”

10. "Ah, fuck.”

11. "That noise...keep making it."

12. "Wrap your legs around my waist."

13. "Let's make this quick."

14. "Don't close your eyes, angel. Look at me"

15. "You're mine."

16. "Such a good little (slut/good boy, good girl), aren't you?"

17. "faster-ah shit-harder”

19. “I wanna go again."

20."I want you. I need you."

21.“Huh...uh...keep going."

22."Wait-uh-do...do that again."

23."Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to."

24."Don't be gentle with me-I like it when you're rough."

25."One more time! Please!"

26. "Fuck-uh! I love it when you touch me like that."

26."kiss me again, but- mphh"

27. "lay down, love and let me do you how you deserve it."

28. “You can suck better than that, angel… don’t piss me off, alright?”

29. “Don’t muffle yourself. Let them hear your whiny voice, baby. Everyone should know how good I’m fucking you.”

30. "We'll take it slow."

31. "I've never done this before..” "Well, neither have I."

32."I'll take care of you."

33. "Tell me what you like."

34. "Tell me if it feels good."

35. "We can stop anytime."

36. "Do you trust me?"

37. "I've been wondering what it feels like…”

38. "I think l'm ready (for this/to have sex/...)."

39. "Please be gentle…”

40. "This is going a bit too fast…”

41. “I can’t believe you’re this innocent.”

42. "Makes me want to wreck you."

43. "You've never even touched yourself?"

44. "Show me how you do it when you touch yourself.”

45. "What do you like?" - "I don't know." - "Then how about we find out together?"

46. "It's my first time…”

47. “I can't wait to ruin your innocence"

48. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

49. "It's not a big deal. Let's just get it over with?

50. "I want you to be my first."

51. "I want you to teach me."

52. "Teach me how to make you feel good.”

53. "I wanna touch you too."

54. "Show me how to touch you."

55. "Am I going too fast?"

56. "You're doing so good for me.”

57. "Do that again."

58. "I never thought you could make such sweet noises." - "Me neither. "

59. "It's not scary at all. Let me show you.”

60."I'm worried I won't be good enough."

61. "Is it going to hurt?"

62. "I won't hurt you."

63. "I'm really embarrassed about this...”

64. "No need to worry."

65. "I got you."

66. “Kiss me?”

67. "Will you be my first?"

68. "Will you let me be your first?"

69. "I have no idea how to go about this "

70. "(If you like it), we can go all night."

71. "So (hard/wet) already…?”

72. "Are you sure this is your first time?"

73. "What do you want me to do?"

74. "Is this okay?"

75. "Does it feel good?”

76. "Tell me what to do."

77. "I'll guide you."

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Hi if you ever get a chance could you do like a cute little fic of eddie having a major crush on reader and doesn't even try to hide it like he's always flirting with her and following her around like a lost little puppy if they are at a party at Steve's he's constantly getting her drinks and just being her bodyguard bc no one fucks with her when he's around he's always the first to give her a compliment and he's always checking in to see if she's okay etc

AN | I love this idea so much! Soft, sweet, golden retriever Eddie! Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language, Mention of Spiked Party Drinks

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.1k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Eddie Munson was so fucking in love with you. Like ridiculously so. Sometimes the sheer amount of love he had for you was shocking. How could one man possess so much love in his body and have all of it for one person? He didn’t know. But he wasn’t going to question it.

The only problem? You had absolutely no clue. You were wickedly smart but when it came to seeing your best friend’s very obvious feelings, you were almost painfully clueless. In his mind, he took your obliviousness as rejection. He’d tried to get his heart used to the idea that you didn’t love him like he loved you many times in many ways and other people but every single time had been fruitless. Everything always came back to you. And you would never even know.

To others, there were times when it was extremely painful to see Eddie being your shadow, your little golden retriever. It just so happened to be painful to see you, just as in love with Eddie, but Eddie having absolutely no clue. You were just as tender and soft for him, always looking at him as though he’d hung the moon and all the stars. But you were convinced that he was way too cool and would never possibly be interested in you.

Essentially, you were both oblivious fools.

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You tugged up the strap of your dress and gave yourself a once over when you heard the doorbell. A small squeak of surprise escaped your lips as you glanced at the angry red numbers on your alarm clock. Finishing your make-up had taken longer than expected and surprisingly Eddie was on time to pick you up. Grabbing your cape, bag, and heels, you ran down the stairs and to the door, throwing it open in one foul swoop.

“Hi Eddie bear,” your face was beaming as soon as you saw him. His big, brown eyes widened in surprise at your costume before his expression softened and his cheeks flushed a pretty hue of rose. You looked him over and couldn’t help but giggle at the silly little plastic fangs that were in his mouth. He was dressed in all black, with a billowy red and black cape knotted around his neck, “I like the fangs, handsome. Very intimidating.”

“I want to suck your blooth,” he tried to speak but his words got caught in his mouth through the cheap plastic. You reached up and pulled them out of his mouth and giggled at him. And oh. That sound went straight to his heart, “angel. You look very witchy.”

“Do I?” your big eyes were curious as you tied the glittery cape around your shoulders, along with the witch’s hat on your head as you gave him a twirl. It was taking every bit of strength not to grab you and kiss you then and there. When you told him you were going as a witch, he didn’t think you were going as a sexy little witch. Fuck.

“Y-yeah,” he nodded, reminding himself to breathe and not let his mind run too wild with wickedly sinful thoughts, “you look great.”

“We both do!” your eyes were big and lit up with happiness. You thought he looked good; you were going to be the death of him, “a vampire and a witch - they’re gonna love us, Eds.”

“I-I guess we’d better get going,” he stammered nervously, “don’t wanna be late to Steve’s.”

“Let’s go,” you slipped on your heels before grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together as you ran towards his van, “‘m so excited, Eds!”

“Me too,” he agreed softly, already knowing that tonight was going to be the death of him if he had to see you look like that all night. He knew any guy at the part, and probably a number of girls would be all over you. And he wouldn’t be able to do anything but watch.

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You were practically bouncing and buzzing with excited energy as you jumped out of Eddie’s van and almost ran to Steve’s door. You could hear the music and hum of people thrumming throughout the house. You turned around to make sure that Eddie was coming and you already found him already standing behind you with a soft little smile on his face. Unable to control yourself, you leaned up on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His mouth dropped open and formed a small o as he touched the skin that had been blessed with the touch of your lips.

“Come on!” you took his hand and pushed open the door and led the way into the crowd of people all dressed up and in various stages of drunkenness. Eddie scanned through the hordes of people, zoning in on the people that he thought could lead to trouble. He wanted you to have a good time and would do anything to ensure that you did so, even if that meant he wasn’t.

You’d taken his hand and clutched onto it tightly as you looked around for your friends. You spied tall and gangly Robin across the house, speaking animatedly with Nancy; you were ready to head over and let loose with them and see what the latest gossip.

“I’m gonna go over to Robin and Nance, yeah?” you nodded your head in their direction, and Eddie relaxed when he saw the girls, “I think I saw Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle in the living room! Catch up later?”

“Yeah, of course,” he gave your hand a squeeze as you beamed at him, “whatever you want, angel.”

“You’re the best,” you pulled your hand out of his and a small sound of disappointment escaped his lips, thankfully covered up by the deep thumping of the bass. You turned on your heel and offered him a soft, wistful little wave before bouncing towards your friends. He had no clue how someone so gentle and ethereal could possibly be real.

“You could just tell her, you know,” Steve had appeared over his shoulder and caused Eddie to almost jump in surprise. He turned to look at the younger man and narrowed his eyes, but happily accepted the red plastic cup of beer that was held out to him, “you’re practically drooling over her.”

“First of all, I am not drooling over her,” he scoffed, taking an obligatory swig of the warm beer, “and second of all, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mhmm,” Steve patted his shoulder, fueling the fire by simply egging him on, “whatever you say man. She does look really hot though. Do you think she’d say yes if I asked her out?”

Eddie almost choked on his sip, coughing as the liquid caught in his throat. Steve clapped him on the back but said nothing, “I dunno man.”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” his lie was so smooth that he almost believed it himself. It wasn’t that Steve didn’t find you attractive, and honestly, if Eddie hadn’t been yours in all but name, he probably would have asked you out at some point, “maybe I’ll just do it.”

“Don’t,” Eddie’s response came through gritted teeth as he turned to him, eyes narrowed and a frown tugging down the corners of his mouth. Internally, Steve was practically screaming with happiness. All he wanted to do was to push his friends together and maybe finally get the two of you over your little fears and worries, “I mean it’d just be weird, you know? Friends dating friends…and what if something happened? Things would be awkward for everyone.”

“Hmm,” Steve thoughtfully tapped the red plastic cup to the edge of his lip, “you never know. It could work out, but no one will know without trying.”

“Steve,” the metalhead practically groaned as gave his friend a small look, “please.”

“Okay,” he agreed, understanding exactly what he was trying to say, “wanna smoke? Argyle’s supplying tonight.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, hoping a good blunt would take some of the edge off this evening, “good idea.”

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The night had been going well…mostly. A few times you could feel an intense stare on you, and when you looked over, you found Eddie watching you closely. Despite you throwing a smile back at him, he never looked less tense. You wondered what was going on with him, but decided not to worry about it.

After a few drinks, you felt thoroughly loosened up and dragged Robin towards the crowd of people dancing. You held her hand as the two of you danced to the music, giggling and moving as best as you could in the thick crowd of people. Eddie’s mouth had practically run dry at the sight of you moving your hips to the music, sensual and carefree. The temptation to make his way over to you to grab you and kiss you was growing stronger and stronger. He was a strong man but even strong men sinned sometimes.

After you'd been dancing for some time, a random guy started to come to you and every alarm bell in his body started to go off. He watched as he put a hand in your hip and started to whisper in your ear. For a moment your face narrowed in confusion but when the man pulled away he could see a smile on your face.

You looked over and caught his eyes, shrugging with a small laugh. At least one of you was amused by all of this. The man came back, and Eddie immediately decided he hated him. He was tall, tan, and handsome in that all American boy type of way. In his mind, Eddie had no chance compared to him; he was tall and gangly with a shock of messy dark curls and very little to offer. It wasn't a shock you'd never chosen him.

But when he noticed the plastic cup that was almost shoved into your hand, he knew something was up, besides the fact that he hated any man that showed you attention like he wished he could. He set his beer bottle down and crossed the room to where you were, grabbing the cup from you. You hadn’t even seen him come over and you made a small sound of surprise at his sudden appearance.

“Eddie?” you looked at him in confusion in your wide, concerned doe eyes. Those damn eyes that would be the death of him.

“You can go,” he offered the man a scowl before wrapping an arm protectively around your shoulders, “and fuck off.”

“Hey man, I was just trying to talk to her,” the man held up his hands and mock surrender but Eddie wasn’t about to back down, “didn’t know she was your girl.”

“Just trying to talk?” he rolled his eyes, disdain and distrust lacing his voice. He held out his arm, extending the cup out to him, “take a drink then. If you were just trying to talk, surely you’d both want a drink, right?”

“I’m good,” his eyes widened and his face flushed red as Eddie glowered.

“So only she should be drinking,” Eddie’s head cocked to the side, “and you should be sober, that’s interesting.”

“I was going to get a drink for myself-”

“Take this one,” Eddie insisted as you looked at the other man - Paul or Peter or something like that - in surprise, “it’s brand new and untouched. Right?”

“I don’t fucking need this shit,” he scoffed before crossing his arms over his chest, “get your whore out of here then, freak.”

He turned and stomped away without another word. Across the house Steve caught Eddie’s eye and was able to guess what happened. He gave Eddie a nod before following after your would-be assailant, ready to throw him out, if not worse. Knowing Steve and how fiercely he protected his loved ones, that man was going to be in for a hell of a beating.

“Eddie,” you had tears glistening in your worried eyes, “thank you. I-I had no clue. He just came up and started talking to me and he seemed so nice and said he’d get me a drink.”

“It’s okay,” he promised as he squeezed your shoulder with what he hoped was a reassuring smile, “I’ve got you. I’ll keep you safe, angel.”

“Eddie,” he had to close his eyes for a moment at the sweet way you’d said his name, letting it drip from your lips like golden honey. A few tears had rolled down your cheeks and he tenderly brushed them away. Without a moment of hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him and smushed yourself into this chest, holding onto him tightly, “thank you. I-I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you so much.”

“Don’t,” he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady his shaky breath as you looked up at him with confusion on your pretty face, “please. Don’t say those words…you’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.”

“But…Eddie,” your blood red lips formed a small frown, “I mean it. I’ve always meant it.”

“But not…you have to know, right?” he groaned as he scrubbed a hand over his face, “right?”

“Know what?” you dropped your hand from around him and he scoffed lightly, shrugging his shoulders before stepping away from you. You tried to grab his hand but he just pulled out of your grasp.

“Never mind,” he shook his head, “I’m…I’ve gotta get some fresh air.”

He turned on his heel and headed outside without another word, leaving you to stare after him in confusion. He’d never once spoken to you in such a manner and the change was startling. Golden, gentle Eddie had raised his voice to you.

“Babe, what happened?” Robin came back over and handed you a bottle of water, “what’s up with Eddie?”

“I dunno,” you confessed, “he basically saved me from some creep and then I thanked him and I told him I loved him and he told me not to say that. He asked if I knew and then when I said I didn’t, he got upset and went outside. I don’t know what I did, Robs. He looked so upset.”

Robin processed what you had said for a moment before she was able to put two and two together, a look of happiness and then upset crossing her pretty features. Maybe tonight was when her and Steve’s plan finally worked…even if it needed a sharp nudge in the right direction, “you know he’s in love with you, right?”

“Robin!” you hissed and shook your head, “he doesn’t! He’s my best friend, I know he loves me and…but it’s just as friends.”

“No,” she shook her head, “definitely not. Y’know how Nancy looks at Johnathan? Like they’re super in love and shit?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s how Eddie looks at you…but like a hundred times worse,” she explained as your mind started to reel in shock, “everyone knows, babe. Apparently everyone but you.”

“And he’s upset because…he thinks I don’t feel the same,” you frowned deeply, “but he’s wrong!”

“He doesn’t know that,” she spun you around and started to push you towards the backdoor, “unless you tell him.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, already pushing your way through the crowd to chase after him. When you made it outside, you found Eddie standing by the pool, a cigarette in his hand as he appeared to be deep in thought.

“Eddie?” you asked softly as you made your way over to him, startling him as he just stared at you, his face a nervous mask as he looked at you, “c-can we talk?”

“I don’t really want to talk right now, princess,” he sighed before taking a long drag and slowly blowing out the smoke, “I’ll catch up to you when you’re ready to go.”

“Eddie-”

“I’m fine,” he insisted, an unconvincing lie, “I’m sorry I lost my temper with you. I didn’t-”

“I’m in love with you,” you cut him off before he was able to say anything else to you. He stopped with the cigarette halfway to his mouth as he stared at you in shock. When he didn’t say anything, you crossed your arms over his chest and let out a small, anxious little giggle, “umm, I just…wanted to let you know. I just never thought you’d feel the same way. Unless you don’t and then I-I’ve just made a fool of myself but ugh, that’d be okay too. ‘Cause then you know at least. But ugh…you, Eddie Munson, have never just been a friend. You’ve always been so much more.”

He was stupefied and frozen, unable to find any sort of response. Your face was warmed up in embarrassment. You took a few steps back, ready to tuck your tail between your legs and run, “y-you’re not saying anything so I umm, I’ll just go. I’m sorry for making this awkward…maybe we can pretend this night never happened?”

You turned around, ready to seek refuge inside, but before you could take another step, you felt his fingers wrap delicately around your wrist. Turning back to face him, you found that his eyes were just as nervous as you felt, but that familiar bit of him was starting to come back, “you have no clue how long I’ve been waiting to hear that.”

“March 14th, 1983,” you answered and his pretty bambi eyes widened in surprise, “that’s how long it’s been for me at least.”

“That’s the day we met,” he was incredulous as you just nodded.

“Yeah,” you nodded softly, “it is.”

“Fuck me,” he whispered as you laughed softly, letting him pull you closer. You were standing right in front of him, almost touching but not quite, “can I kiss you?”

“Yeah,” you nodded eagerly, “yes - please.”

At first his kiss was soft and timid, his lips brushing against yours so gently that it left you leaning into him and wanting more. When he pulled back, almost as if unsure it was good enough, you put a hand on his cheek and guided him back to yours, kissing him with more confidence now, making a small sound into his mouth when his hands settled comfortably on your waist. This time neither of you pulled back unless you were breathless and starry-eyed, grinning at each other shyly.

“It was March 15th, 1983 for me,” he whispered and you cocked an eyebrow in amusement, “it took a day to process the fact that I’d met an angel and that you were actually real.”

“Eddie!” you started laughing and playfully swatted his chest, “you’re such a dork!”

“Your dork,” he said timidly, almost as if he was asking and you nodded.

“Mine,” you agreed, “you’ve always been mine, Eddie.”

“You too,” he promised sweetly, “can I kiss you again?”

“I’d be insulted if you didn’t,” you felt his lips brushing softly against yours, “please don’t ever stop.”

“I won’t,” a soft, sweet declaration, “never.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you

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xotication · 5 months

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☆,

biker! ken hcs! (& car! guy ken cuz why not??)

biker ken

he rides a ninja 400.

before meeting you, he was for sure reckless. but after the two of you got involved with each other, he promised himself he’d be a lil more careful for you

everyone knows riding a motorcycle is dangerous as fuck, so he never wanted to have you worried

sometimes there’s night where he may go a lil too fast & ends up getting chased by police..

he texts you & tells you to have the garage open so he can just come in & have you close it immediately.. trust, you end up reprimanding him

he always takes you on rides when the sun is setting. idc, he tells you it reminds him of you

does wheelies just to scare you

one day you ask him to teach you how to ride & he says “last i checked, you’re already good at that”

you were left confused until it hit you.. “that is NOT what i meant!”

whenever he gets hit on, he mentions you with so much quickness

if a girl does happen to ask for his number, he gives them yours 😭😭😭 they don’t even know until they text you

if he ever gets injured, the first person he goes to is you, even if he feels that you can’t help. you’re his sense of comfort

like boy could lose a whole leg nd he’d prob call you first to let you know LMAO

his friends hate you bc they say you made him “soft” but you disagree completely!!!

you fear for your life half the time you're his backpack

he speeds through the smallest little cracks between vehicles on the freeway

he uses anything as a ramp & you hate it

when he's making sharp turns he touches the fucken ground with his hand "look how close we are!"

whenever you're in your car & he's on his bike, he always gaps you nd you think it's so mean. yet, he laughs every time

sometimes when he picks you up, he makes sure to make the most noise ever. that's mainly how you can tell he's arrived

i feel like his wardrobe is all black. the only color he has are the clothes you buy for him bc you tease him for being too emo

you also buy him a pikachu skin for his helmet as a joke, but he ends up loving it

he plays deftones on his rides, that or cigs after sex idc.. maybe even sign crushes motorist.. i feel like he's always in his feelings LMAO

whenever you guys are stopped next to a bus or a big semi truck, he always touches it

records pop vids & sends them to you..

car guy ken!

i honestly don't know what kind of car ken would drive..

it's between a supra mk4, nissan 350/370z, or maybe a 2013 bmw 3 :>

i mainly see him in a supra ngl

but whatever car ken drives, he puts WORK into.

you love being around whenever he's working on his cars tho, he'll be all dirty with oils nd shit but its so rawr

ken gets excited over new car parts too

one time you bought him a carbon fiber front bumper and he damn near cried over it

he put starry lights on the roof of the inside of his car to give you something pretty to look at

he lets you keep your little essentials in his glove department or his arm rest

you leave a scrunchie around his gear shift & glosses in his cup holder, plus lil makeup wipes in the lil side compartment on the door

i fear ken has road rage.. he hates slow drivers and flips people off so fucken often

not only that but this man never goes the speed limit???

his car is all blacked out.. so flying down dark highways with his headlights off is his fav thing to do

he hates when you opt out for driving your car.. especially when there's other cars being loud nd making noise. he feels left out, like a puppy taken from its owner

"baby, i wanna make noise too.." with the biggest pout you've ever seen.

one day he suggests that you guys save up for miatas so that your cars can make cute faces at each other & date. it was the sweetest idea ever

car guy ken handles all your car troubles. he's like your personal mechanic

he does donuts in empty parking lots

he did a burn out in your exes drive way & you didn't find out until said ex texted you fucken PISSED

"ken what the fuck??" "what.." "you know what!" "nuh uh."

takes you to car meets so he can teach you more about different cars & the mods you can add to them

can tell a car from the sound the engine is making..

lets you drive his car once & it was the scariest thing he'd ever done

"SLOW DOWN PLEASE"

"i'm going 70!??!"

"this is my baby, i don't want you to crash..."

whenever a car passes him, he takes it as a challenge & gaps them.

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Painter’s Hand

Order Contains: In which Choso Kamo is one of your peers in your college art course. He comes over to study you painting, but it seems his infatuated with more than just your technique.

With a side of: Biting, whimpering, soft!dom needy Choso bc im a slut for whimpering men

Calorie Count: 1.8k words

As you were packing up your supplies, and taking your dried canvas and placing it in its separate bag, you hear thick soles of someone’s shoes walk up behind you. You turn, a little shocked, to see one of your classmates standing there eagerly.

It was your classmate, Choso. You knew him because during critique, he had nothing bad to say about your art. He didn’t say much though, he always looked tired and in his own world. It didn’t help that he always had big, clunky headphones on.

“Choso! Can I help you with something?” you said, scolding yourself silently for sounding so formal. You realized you were nervous, why did he make you nervous?

“Y/N, this might be a weird question but,” he paused, fiddling with his hair that was pulled into a ponytail, “I was wondering if, you know, one day you’d let me see you paint? Just us two? I love your art and I’d love to see your technique,” he asks. His compliments made you go red. Ever since you could remember, you could never take a compliment like a normal person. Quickly, you got giddy and smiled at him.

“Of course! Here, give me your phone number and I’ll text you my dorm number and when I’m free,” you smile, taking out your phone and allowing him to put in his contact. He gently takes the phone, and you can’t help but notice how his slender, long fingers are slightly spotted with blue and white paints. He hands your phone back to you.

“Well, I’ve got another class across campus in thirty minutes. But I’ll see you later?” He asks, hopeful. You nod. He walks out with his painting (which still looked wet) and his bag. His Doc Martens clunk against the ground as he leaves.

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It’s around 8pm, you’re sitting in your dorm room, swiping through textbook pages, careful to not get a paper-cut. You texted Choso a while back, and he said he was coming, but never specified when. After a while you got distracted, forgetting about having a guest, until you heard a knock at your door.

It made you drop your highlighter in shock. You quickly got up to look in the mirror to make sure you looked presentable. No crumbs on your shirt or clumpy mascara. After checking, you went to go see who was at the door. Staring through your peephole, you saw Choso, this time with his hair tied up into two buns on the sides of his head. How cute!

“Chosoooo,” you smiled, opening the door, “come in! I was about to finish that painting from class today.” He nodded, eyes taking in your dorm. You were artsy, and your dorm reflected that strongly. The interior design was so fun to look at.

“Did you decorate yourself?” he asked, running a hand along a velvet blanket thrown neatly on your couch. It was so soft, everything inside the dorm felt so comfortable. Like a home more than just a dorm.

“Oh! Yeah I did, took a little inspiration from people online, though.” You saw as he walked around, like he was lost in admiration. His normally tired eyes were still tired, but less dead. Like a fish!

“It’s beautiful,” he admired, looking directly at you. Again, your face went red from the praise. It was his voice, too, so deep and raspy, throwing around compliments like this. You couldn’t help but react this way.

“Thank you! Do you wanna.. um, come see me paint now? Or like we could do anything to be honest, I don’t mind,” you stammered. Of course he didn’t want to do anything else, why would he? He just came to see you paint, because he liked your technique.

“Oh painting, yeah we could. I’d love to see you in action,” he said, starting to get close to you. An electric shock was sent down your spine. His words were almost hypnotic. You made your way into your bedroom, pulling out your canvas and placing it on your easel, your pallet already full of paint from earlier. It was a little dried out, but it didn’t matter. It was good enough.

You dipped your brush in the red, and lightly swiped it across your canvas. For you, you watered down your paints a bit. It took away the vibrance but it added a very soft, subtle look. The way you blending was a bit odd too, blending with a brush then a bit more with your fingers.

As you painted, you could feel Choso’s breath down your neck. He was standing right behind you, so close. His hands rested on your easel, meaning you were trapped between him and the easel. It almost made you shake a little bit, which he thought was just another part of your technique.

“You’re real good at this, yknow?” he whispered, his words hitting your ear breathily. It made your entire body heat up. His deep voice right into your ear, praising you as you worked. It made you melt against him, back pressed to his chest.

“Don’t shake too much, sugar, I’d hate it if you ruined this pretty painting,” he said, grabbing your shaking hand as you dipped your brush back into your paint. What’d he just call you? Sugar? It was difficult to keep your composure now, with him sweet talking you.

“I’m not gonna ruin it,” you said quietly, almost to yourself. He let out a soft chuckle, his hands now resting on your waist. God you hoped he couldn’t feel how hot and nervous you were. You were glad he definitely couldn’t feel how wet you were.

“I bet you won’t sweetheart,” he said, taking his hand and grabbing your jaw. He softly forced you to look up at him. “You’re just so good at this, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t hold yourself together, it was starting to be too much. Did he come here to watch you work, or did he have ulterior motives? You could tell, his dead eyes were almost cloudy as he looked at you. Clouded with what? Lust? He didn’t break eye contact with you.

You turned, so your chest was facing his chest, and you grabbed the collar of his shirt. For a second you hesitated, wondering if you should question him or not. But something inside of you pressed yourself against him, pulling him closer and softly pressing your lips against his.

“God, I’ve wanted you for months. You’re so reserved, I needed a good reason to finally see you, to have you like this.” His eyes glossed over you, your hot body and your red face. He kissed you again, this time on your neck. You gripped onto his t-shirt, a bit rougher than you expected. He kept planting kisses on your neck and your collar bone, making you shake.

“Please, Choso,” you whined. He didn’t even need to ask you what you wanted. He lifted you up, his arms were so strong, and tossed you onto your bed. He pressed you down into the mattress, crawling on top of you and kissing you more.

“Please what baby?” he teased, knowing exactly what you wanted. You looked at him with pleading eyes as he kissed you over and over again, the kisses starting to become sloppier and wetter. He didn’t even bother to let you finish begging, he couldn’t help himself around you. Slowly he slipped off your jeans, and with it, your panties. For a minute he just sat and kissed you, letting you grind against his strong thighs.

But it was too much for him, he couldn’t just sit and tease you like this for long. He whined, tugging at shirt.

“Nu uh, that’s not fair,” you frowned “All your clothes are still on.” He looked at you with wide eyes, then taking all of his clothes off, kicking his pants off the side of your bed. You couldn’t help but look at him. Underneath his baggy clothes, you thought he’d be skinny and scrawny. He was… glorious. His body was chiseled and defined, which was odd for a fine arts major. You immediately sat on his lap, pulling off your shirt and bra.

He bit at your neck, sucking and leaving the tiniest purple marks up and down the side. He bit down a bit harder than before, leaving a full red circle with indents for each of his teeth in your neck. The sudden pain made you whimper, your nails digging into his back.

“Please, let me—“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence, he was too hot and bothered. His cock pressed against your folds, his angry pink tip leaking precum all over his own thighs. “I need it, I need you s’bad.”

You let out a soft laugh, nodding your head. He took that as a resounding yes. He couldn’t help but push his tip into you, no teasing from his fingers to loosen you up. He let out the most gutural, pathetic moan you’ve ever heard. As he thrust in sloppily, he let out whines and whimpers, as if it were too much for him to handle.

“It- agh-! You’re so tight, baby,” he whimpered, burying his head into the crook of your neck. He suddenly grabbed your hips, forcing you to bounce up and down on his cock. You slammed yourself down on it, feeling his tip brush against the entrance to your womb. The feeling made you throw your head back and moan. He let out more pathetic sounds of struggle and pleasure. You could feel him wetting your neck up with… tears?

“It’s too fuckin’ good!” he cried out, fucking you hard. Suddenly he threw you back onto the bed, your head hitting your pillow. He pinned your hands to the headboard. His eyebrows furrowed as he plowed into you desperately, his pace speeding up.

“Choso- haah—“ you panted out, tongue barely escaping your mouth, as his pace suddenly became sloppy. He gripped your hips tighter, pressing bruises into your skin.

“Fuck I’m gonna— I’m— I’m gonna cum!” he said, barely even finishing his sentence before you felt his seed splattering inside your walls, your own juices coating his dick as you finished. He spasmed, leaning his head into the crook of your neck as he let a few last spurts shoot out of his cock. “So- so good baby. You feel so good.” He whimpered out, gulping as he did.

You ran a hand through his hair, almost pulling out another whine from him at the affection caress.

“You’re so pretty baby, such a pretty girl,” he whispered, his hands loosening its grip on your hips, and instead letting his arms wrap around you softly. “Such a pretty girl, yeah? You’re beautiful,” he muttered, kissing along your forehead.

My pretty girl.

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