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wooyunhwa · 4 years

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Genre: smut, fluff, humorous undertones

Pairing: barista!san & barista!wooyoung x fem!reader

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: idk just a lot of smut scenes, semi-public sex (in a bathroom), minor pet play (san discovers he’s furry trash), threesome with san and wooyoung but they’re not gay for each other, mild food play (whipped cream)

Synopsis: How do you choose between two cute baristas competing for your attention? The short answer: you don’t.

A/N: This one starts wholesome and gets wild. I have a problem with writing San with a furry kink oops,, anyway there’s three separate smut scenes in this so strap in and enjoy the ride~ this was so much fun to write and I hope it’s just as fun to read! Comments are appreciated as always <3

You paid for your coffee, taking your debit card back from the cashier with a polite nod and a “thank you.” He smiled warmly, flashing his brilliant teeth as he tore off the little piece of paper from the printer.

“Receipt?” he asked.

“Sure,” you replied.

His name was San, which you knew from his nametag. You had come to that particular cafe enough that you were pretty familiar with everyone. You took it, smiling back at him. It could have been your imagination, but lately it seemed like his gaze had been lingering on you. He would make eye contact for a little longer than necessary when you ordered, or smile a little too much when handing you your coffee, or maybe not, and it was all just in your head. You kinda hoped it wasn’t, because he was really, really cute.

You’d been coming to that coffee shop since earlier in the summer, sporadically at first, but midterms coming up meant you really had to buckle down on trying to tame your workload. You kinda regretted taking summer classes at first, but it was nice to have the coffee shop all to yourself in the evenings, unlike in the fall when it was packed with students. It was so quiet, in fact, that the employees had shut the lights off and almost closed up once when they hadn’t noticed you were still inside. It wasn’t strange for you to be the last customer left in the cafe, especially since you’d been staying late to study more often.

You set your laptop up in your usual spot—the corner seat with the outlet. It was cozy and out of the way, and relatively free of distractions. Well, relatively meaning there was still a very cute barista shooting glances your way, and you tried your best to keep your eyes glued to your screen as you typed out your essay for your literature class. But you couldn’t help but peek in his direction every now and then.

“Y/N?” a voice called. It was Wooyoung’s voice, not San’s. Wooyoung was the other cute barista who worked there, and honestly, you’d kinda had your eye on both of them for a while. It wasn’t unusual for them to be working at the same time, but most nights it was either one or the other. He gave you a sweet smile as you thanked him and took the cup back to your seat.

Next to your name was a smiley face and some cute flower doodles, and you grinned at the fact that he’d gone out of his way to make your coffee cup look special. Wooyoung always drew a cute little design next to your name, sometimes including phrases like “have a good day!” or “you rock!” or even a short little joke. You often wondered if he did that for other customers, or if he was doing it to flirt with you. Which you kinda hoped was the case, to be honest. He had a playful, sexy charm about him, and you often wondered how a person could make an apron look so hot.

The next day, you were working diligently when you noticed San slide into the empty seat across from you as you worked. You looked up from your coffee, startled, but moved your laptop out of the way to give him some room.

“What’cha studying?” he asked, grinning as he leaned over to peek at your screen.

“Oh—uh, just studying for midterms, nothing too exciting,” you said, taking a shy sip of your coffee. He was even more beautiful up close, his smile almost too dazzling for words. He ran a hand through his pale blonde hair, turning his head to glance out the window, and you marvelled at the cut of his jawline as he tipped his chin up slightly. He turned back, meeting your stare warmly.

“Is it ok if I sit here? I can move, I don’t wanna bother you—“

“No, not at all!” you said a little too quickly. “Actually, I was just about to take a break from studying.”

“Oh, nice! I’m on break, too,” he said, a warm smile still plastered across his face. You tried your best not to stare, but it was futile.

“I’m Y/N,” you said instinctively.

He laughed. “Yeah, I know. I take your coffee order every day!”

Your face felt red hot. Something about looking at how gorgeous he was made your brain short-circuit.

“But while we’re introducing ourselves, I’m San,” he said seriously before breaking into a smile. He extended his hand for a cheesy handshake.Your heart fluttered a bit at how charming he was.

“I know, I order coffee from you every day,” you teased back.

You chatted for a while, exchanging flirtatious quips with each other. The time seemed to fly by and you noticed him glancing at the clock nervously.

“Shit, I gotta get back to work,” he sighed, lifting himself up from the table, his toned arms flexing beneath the rolled sleeves of his button up. “But hey, here’s my number,” he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket smoothly and slid it across the table. “We should do something this weekend.”

You knew he was being flirtatious, but you didn’t expect him to actually make a move. You wouldn’t say you were unattractive, but this guy felt way out of your league.

You nodded a bit too enthusiastically, flashing a smile. “I’ll call you,” you said, holding the piece of paper up between your fingers.

He winked, and nodded towards the bar. “You know where to find me.”

You found yourself at the cafe again the following night, as your workload never seemed to end. Last night, San had given you his number on his break, and you smiled as you got a text from him asking if you were free that weekend. You messaged back and forth for a bit, eventually settling on a plan to meet at a cat cafe on Saturday.

San wasn’t working that night, but Wooyoung was, and you felt a little strange flirting with him after you’d already given San your number. But he probably didn’t know that, and it’s not like you were dating either of them, so why not?

Wooyoung called your name when your coffee was ready, and you hopped out of your seat to grab it from the bar. To your surprise, there was no cup to be seen, and you looked up to see Wooyoung holding your drink in his hand with a mischievous smile.

“Question,” he said. “Why did the coffee file a police report?”

You looked at him in confusion, trying to come up with a response.

“Because it was mugged!” he said, grinning at his joke.

“Ha-ha,” you said sarcastically, but you couldn’t help the smile spreading across your face. “Are you holding my drink hostage?”

“Yes, would you like to hear the conditions?”

“Conditions?” you laughed, raising your eyebrows.

“Mhm. One: I have another joke, and this time you have to laugh.” Wooyoung dangled the cup of coffee in his fingers, taunting you with it.

“Ok, I’ll do my best. What’s the second condition?”

“Second condition: you have to text me,” he said, and he turned the cup to show you he’d written his number on one side, surrounded by hearts and winky faces.

“Ok, deal,” you said, cheeks heating up as you saw the smile spread across his face. He was gorgeous, and undoubtedly charming, how could you say no?

“Alright, why did the hipster burn his tongue?”

“Why?”

“He drank it before it was cool.” He pushed the cup across the bar to you, and you forced a laugh, taking it from his hand as he stuck his tongue out cheekily.

You put his number in your phone, sending him a text with an equally cheesy joke you found off google. You heard him laugh when he read it, and you smiled as you continued to type out your essay.

[Saturday, 4pm]

It was finally time for your first date, and you arrived at the cat cafe a few minutes early, eager in anticipation. You couldn’t help but think about how cute he was as you waited—you couldn’t believe he’d even asked you out in the first place. Let alone both of them.

You heard him calling to you and you turned in the direction of his voice as he walked up to meet you by the entrance. “Hey, Y/N! I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.” You shook your head reassuringly. “Shall we go inside? Pretty ladies first,” he said, opening the door for you and flashing you a flirtatious smile.

You two were seated at your table, and immediately the cats took interest in you, rubbing on your legs and mewing. You admired him as he pet them lovingly. There was nothing more attractive than a man who loved animals.

He ordered coffee and you opted for tea, and you both split a blueberry scone. The waitress came over with a small basket full of cat toys and accessories to play with, and you grabbed a handful, including a cute little headband with cat ears, which you slid on your head. You started playing with the cat toys when you noticed San’s eyes trained to you—specifically to the cheap cat ears on your head.

He tipped his head to the side in thought. “Wow, you look really nice in those ears.”

“Huh, these?” you said, gesturing to the cat ears. “I didn’t know you were into that kind of thing,” you teased jokingly. You noticed his face go red suddenly, and you couldn’t help but blush back. He was looking at you like you were the only other person in existence.

“You never know,” he joked back, letting out a soft laugh and raising his eyebrow. He was so damn charming.

You spent the rest of the time playing with the kitties at the cafe, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how cute he was. He was the poster child for duality—his good looks were intimidating, and every time you saw him standing there with a straight face, he looked kind of scary, the kind of man you wouldn’t ever have the courage to approach. That is, until he flashed his intoxicating, dimpled smile of his, which immediately put you at ease, his eyes forming into cute crescents as he laughed.

“Do you have any pets?” He asked, making light conversation as he dangled a toy in front of one of the kittens.

“Not right now, my apartment doesn’t allow them,” you said dejectedly. “But I really want a dog when I move out.”

“Hey, I have a dog! He’s a Shiba, he’s super sweet. Everyone who meets him falls in love instantly,” he smiled, twirling the cat toy between his fingers. “You could come meet him if you want?”

You blushed, flustered a bit at the idea of going to his place. But you two were really hitting it off, and you definitely didn’t want the day to end. You nodded eagerly. “I’d really like that.”

He flashed you another big smile, and you were entranced. How could he be so charming?

When you got to his apartment, he immediately introduced you to his dog, Shiber. You laughed at the unexpectedly literal name choice.

“Shiber the Shiba?” you teased, and he laughed with you about it. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a date go so well, and your cheeks hurt from the constant smiling.

You ended up settling on the couch to watch a movie, but neither of you were paying attention. Your movie plans had devolved into you talking and laughing with the TV only acting as background noise for your conversation. At one point, your conversation reached its natural conclusion, and you had your eyes trained to his lips, signaling that you wanted him to make a move. He noticed immediately, and scooted himself as close as possible to you, pushing your hair behind your ear. “Can I kiss you?” he asked softly, like you hadn't just been begging him to with your eyes seconds before. You answered by pressing your lips to his softly, and he reciprocated fervently. You immediately tasted the faint lingering of coffee, and you smiled against his lips. What could be more fitting for a man you’d met at the coffee shop?

As the kisses began to escalate in intensity, you swung your leg over his and planted yourself firmly in his lap. He pulled you in by the waist, his hands grasping at your shirt eagerly, and you pressed your hips down against his crotch. The sudden pressure caused his breath to hitch in his throat.

“That feels so good,” he moaned against your lips.

You took his words as motivation to grind yourself faster and harder against the hard mound growing underneath you, taking pleasure in the moans and grunts escaping him. He grasped hungrily at the fabric of your shirt, practically tearing it off of your body. You were taken aback by his sudden aggression, but welcomed his forwardness as he began kissing and sucking down your neck.

You pulled back, slipping off of his lap, and planted your knees in the carpet. You began unzipping his pants, and he ran his fingers through your hair in anticipation.

“Wait,” he said suddenly. You looked at him, brows furrowed in confusion. “I keep thinking about something… those cat ears from earlier looked so sexy on you.”

“I told you you had a cat kink,” you said with a chuckle.

“I can’t stop thinking about making you my pet. You’d just look so good in ears and a collar,” he said, eyes darkening as he marveled at the sight of you kneeling before him. The way he said it sent shivers down your spine. His voice was so much deeper now, dripping with lust.

“Well you do have a dog,” you joked lightly.

A lightbulb seemed to go off in his head, and he quickly got up and rustled around in the other room for something. When he came back you were still in the same position, and he knelt behind you, leaning in close.

“Wanna be my pet?” he whispered in your ear, and you giggled, thinking he was still joking.

“Sounds fun,” you responded.

You were met with the feeling of a vice being tightened around your neck. He was serious? “I’ve always wanted to try something like this,” he mused in your ear, clicking the collar together. “Turn around,” he demanded, and his sudden commanding tone had you melting at his feet. You liked when he was cute, but you might have liked this side of him even more.

You wasted no time getting your lips around his cock. It was picturesque in every way, and you wanted to savor it. His hands tangled in your hair as he held back from thrusting himself into you, and you took him as deeply as you could into your mouth. You took his dick enthusiastically, pressing your tongue firmly against it as you hollowed your cheeks to suck. You hummed against him, and you felt his fingers tense in your hair as he bucked his hips up needily. You glanced up at him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his pleasured expression. The view from beneath him was incredible, and it gave you a chance to marvel at the curve of his jaw from below. “Fuck...” he moaned. You pulled back for a moment to take a breath, your saliva connecting at the tip of his cock, and he let out a pleased sigh at the lewd display. “Good girl,” he praised, patting the top of your head softly. It was cute and hot at the same time, and you didn’t know how that was even possible, but he pulled it off effortlessly.

You resisted the urge to joke around with him—you weren’t in a position to kink shame.

As he patted your head, you noticed something glistening on the floor next to you. A leash?

“What, are you gonna leash me up now?” you asked playfully, glancing up at him from your submissive position.

“Well, yeah. I am.” His lips drew up into a devilish smirk as he retrieved the leash from beside you and hooked it on the collar around your neck. You had never done anything like this before, and you couldn’t deny it was kinda hot. You let out a small whimper as he tugged at the chain, testing your reaction. He wrapped his hand around the end of the leash a few times before yanking it gently, drawing you up to your feet. Even though it started as a joke, he was really getting into it, and you couldn’t lie, you were too.

His finger dragged along the edge of the collar. “God, you look so good in this thing. Come to bed with me.” You wanted to, not that you really had a choice in the matter as he led you by the chain to his bed.

He shoved you down forcefully onto your stomach, but you bounced back gently against the soft mattress. He slipped off your panties, bringing a finger down between your legs to sample your wetness.

“Looks like I’m not the only one with a cat kink here,” he teased, pushing one finger inside. It slipped in effortlessly, and you let out a whine at the stimulation. He teased in and out with his finger torturously, twisting it inside you, every so often pushing against your clit to watch you squirm.

You couldn’t take it anymore. “San, Jesus Christ, just fuck me.”

That was all he needed to hear. He pushed in slowly at first before bottoming out inside of you. He tugged your collar as he pulsed his dick inside you, tugging at your collar, causing you to let out a soft choked moan against the pressure. He grabbed your hips hungrily, pulling your hips back against him impatiently.

He started to pick up the pace, thrusting rhythmically, one hand holding the leash and the other fisted in your hair. You were entirely overwhelmed in the best way possible. “Harder,” you urged, and his thrusts followed your orders. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the sensation of him inside you, and of course, the high you got from the collar choking around your neck. He pulled out of you and released himself on your lower back with heavy labored breaths. Your body gave out beneath you, causing you to collapse on the bed, waiting for him to bring back a cool cloth to clean you up with.

After you both had collected yourselves, you flopped into the soft sheets of San’s bed. He sunk into the sheets next to you, and you rolled over to swing a tired arm around his chest.

“Well that was… memorable,” you giggled, and he laughed with you, still riding a high from your orgasm.

“So I made a good impression?” he joked.

You melted into his touch as he traced his fingers down your back. You nuzzled your head into the warm crook of his neck, finally starting to feel a bit drowsy from your wild night.

“Yeah, you made a great one.”

[Sunday, 9pm]

The buzzer went off in the laser tag arena, signaling the start of the game. Everyone scattered, artificial gun sounds filling the room as you ducked for cover. Glowing barrels leaking “toxic waste” littered the dark room, and you dove behind one, dodging enemy fire with a nimble slide.

Wooyoung spotted you as you poked your head over the top of the barrel, and he pursued you with a grin, weapon poised to shoot. Lasers discharged from his gun, aiming for the target at the center of your chest, and you squealed and scrambled away.

He chased you, running a full circle around the barricade, and you turned on your heels, shooting him square in the chest. Wooyoung gasped in mock-offense, and you ran away as he raised his gun again. He had insisted on playing for the opposing team so he could whoop your ass, but so far you were winning.

You chased each other around like that for a while, giggling and shooting lasers at each other, ignoring the other players in favor of your own flirty warfare. He landed a particularly well-placed shot at your gun, and it made a sad little noise and died, lights flickering as it disabled.

Wooyoung smirked, backing you into a corner, cut off from all the other players by an artificially dilapidated wall.

“You’re weaponless,” he laughed, nodding his head toward your defunct toy gun. He pressed closer, causing your back to hit the wall, and he brought a hand up to it to cage you there.

“Please, spare me!” you giggled, your faces just inches apart. Your heart began to beat faster as he leaned in, sliding his arm around your waist, pulling your body against his.

“Not this time,” he said, and pressed your lips together. You dropped your gun, letting it fall to the carpet as you wrapped your hands around his shoulders, reciprocating the kiss.

Wooyoung pressed you firmly against the wall, his tongue sliding against yours with a soft sigh. You got way too into it, completely forgetting where you were as the kiss grew more and more heated. His hands came down to squeeze your ass, pulling you even closer against his body, and you were about ready to fuck him right then and there before the buzzer went off once more, snapping you back to reality.

You both pulled back, startled, then burst into laughter. As you caught your breath, you couldn’t help but stare. He had a beautiful smile, and a contagious laugh that had you doubled over for a second time.

“We should probably go before they kick us out,” you said breathlessly, picking your gun up from the floor.

“It was just getting good, too,” he pouted, pulling you in for another quick kiss before leading the way back to the gear room.

You hung up your vests and put yours guns back, and you were grabbing your purse from the locker when you felt Wooyoung come up behind you. He slid his hands over your waist and leaned in close to your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck. You quickly looked around to see if anyone was around, but you were the last two there, since it had taken you the longest to return.

“What’s my prize for winning?” he asked, his lips just barely brushing against your neck.

“Oh, there was a prize?” you teased, and turned around to face him. He had mischief all over his face, and you kinda just wanted to pull him in and pick up where you left off in the arena.

As if thinking the same thing, he leaned in, pressing your back against the lockers as he sealed your lips together. The kiss was even more heated than before, and you let your hands wander over his shirt, across the plane of his chest, moving downward to give him a teasing squeeze to the front of his jeans. He groaned against your lips, pulling back just enough to give you a sly smile.

“Just can’t wait, huh?”

“So what if I can’t?” you said against his lips, and he pressed you harder against the lockers.

“Dirty, I like it. You want my dick that bad?”

“Mm, maybe,” you laughed, and he captured your lips again, sliding his hands down to your hips.

“Why does home have to be so far away,” he whined playfully.

“I mean… they have a bathroom.” You were joking, but then again, were you?

“A bathroom?” he raised his eyebrows, surprised and also quite impressed at your suggestion. “What goes on in that little head of yours?”

“I guess you’ll see,” you said, grabbing his wrist, sliding out from underneath him to lead him into the single occupant bathroom down the hall. It was pretty late, and most of the employees were up front, so you were able to slip into the bathroom together without being seen. You flipped the lock, pushing Wooyoung against the heavy door as it slammed shut.

You kissed him hard, palming the bulge forming in his jeans, reveling in the way he moaned against your lips. You were on a roll—two hot baristas in one weekend? You felt a little guilty agreeing to both dates at first, but who could blame you?

The heart wanted what the heart wanted. Well, maybe not your heart so much...

You sank to your knees, maintaining eye contact as you worked his belt open and pulled down the zipper on his jeans, and he helped you slide his boxers down enough to let his dick spring free.

You wrapped your hand around his length, jerking it a few times until he bit his lip and tipped his head back against the door. You were in the mood to tease him, for some reason, and it was working. You planted a tiny kiss to the head of his cock, and you heard him sigh above you.

“Stop torturing me.”

You giggled, giving the tip of his dick another small peck. Slowly, you wrapped your lips around it, giving the slit a little flick with your tongue, and he groaned in the back of his throat. You took more of it, letting it sink deeper into your mouth, curling your hand around what you couldn’t fit.

You sucked hard, cheeks hollowing out as you bobbed your head, forming a steady rhythm as you began jerking him off as well. A particularly well-executed twisting motion had him cursing aloud, and you pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected to your lip.

“Shh, quiet!” you stage-whispered up at him, grinning at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“C’mere,” Woouoing said as he pulled you up, giving you a quick kiss before spinning you around. “Hands on the counter.”

“But it’s wet,” you whined, grabbing a few paper towels from the dispenser to mop up the water.

“Don’t be such a baby,” Wooyoung teased, flipping your skirt up to give you a sudden smack on the ass. You yelped, partially because of the smack, partially because your elbows were resting in a puddle of cold water.

You watched him in the mirror as he massaged your ass, momentarily in his own world as he admired it. You wiggled your hips to pull him back to reality.

He slid a hand between your legs, rubbing over the crotch of your panties, watching your face in the mirror as he added more pressure and started teasing circles over your clit with his fingers. You whined, breathy and needy, and you watched his face light up into a smirk in the mirror.

He slid your panties down, the thin fabric falling around your ankles. He pulled his wallet out of his jeans, retrieving a condom from between the bills. He ripped it open with his teeth, spitting the torn plastic onto the floor as he rolled the condom onto his cock.

Wooyoung lined his cock up with your pussy, dragging it along your wet folds, and it slid in easily. You bit your lip as he slipped it in, pushing in slowly with a groan. He started off slow at first, then quickly picked up the pace, falling into a fast rhythm as he fucked you.

You didn’t even care that the counter was wet anymore. You clawed at it with your fingernails, scratching against the sink as he fucked you harder, and it was becoming difficult to silence the cries that spilled from your mouth.

“Fuck, harder,” you whined, and he obliged. The wet sound of his cock fucking into you echoed in the small, single-person bathroom, and you wondered if people could hear from outside. Not that you really cared at that moment.

You were in heaven, not in a grimy public bathroom. At least, that’s what it felt like. His thrusts grew faster, and he slid a hand around your front to stroke his fingers over your clit. You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep from crying out, and your other hand slipped forward and accidentally set off the automatic soap dispenser, depositing foam all over the back of your hand.

“Fuck, shit,” you said, and you both started cracking up as you shook your hand, splattering foamy soap all over the mirror.

Tears welled up in your eyes from laughing so hard, but it wasn’t long before your laughter turned to moans again as fucked you faster, giving a few broken thrusts as he finished, groaning as he buried his cock to the hilt.

Wooyoung let his sweaty forehead fall against your back, panting out laughter as you wiped your soapy hand against his arm.

“Someone definitely heard us,” he said, and you hummed in agreement.

He pulled out, snapping the condom off and tying it up before slingshotting it into the trash can with impressive accuracy. You were busy using toilet paper to wipe down your crotch when a sudden knock on the door made you both freeze.

Wooyoung mouthed oh shit! as you clamped a hand around your mouth to muffle your laughter.

“Just a minute!” he called at the door, and you both cleaned up as fast as you could, bursting into a new round of laughter every time you made eye contact.

Good thing you’d chosen to go with the adults only time slot for your laser tag date.

In the days following your two dates, you still attended the coffee shop as regularly as you had before. You couldn’t seem to focus anywhere else. Things were relatively normal, but any time Wooyoung and San happened to be working together on the same day, you didn’t know how to speak to one without exposing yourself to the other, so you opted for no flirting at all, pretending instead to be too preoccupied with your studies. It was probably suspicious, how cold you acted to them when they were working together, but you didn’t want to seem like you were flirting with one and not the other.

It was Friday, and you were engaged in a particularly intense study session, and in your focused state, the time seemed to slip away without warning. You glanced up to realize the sun had set completely, meaning it’d soon be time for the cafe to close. It was just you, Wooyoung and San left in the cafe now, who were the only ones working the evening closing shift that night. You gathered up your things quickly, trying to leave without making much of a scene. You still felt awkward around the both of them when they were together, not knowing how to approach the delicate situation.

As you were walking out the door, an arm came down and blocked your exit.

“Don’t leave just yet.” It was San’s voice, and you turned to see him looking at you with a strange expression. You were the last one left in the store, so he was obviously addressing you. He kept his arm out to block your path. You looked at him in confusion.

“So I was talking with Wooyoung, and both of us happened to hook up with a cute regular over the weekend. Turns out, it was the same one.”

You shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze, not knowing what to make of the awkward situation. Was he mad? You peeked up at him to gauge his expression, but to your surprise, he was smiling. “Oh, uh…” was all you could say.

You glanced over your shoulder, and Wooyoung had sat down at one of the tables in the middle of the cafe, leaning nonchalantly back into his seat.

“Come on, let’s have a chat,” San said, and for some reason his tone sent shivers down your spine. You swallowed, San’s hands on your shoulders spinning you around and guiding you to the table where Wooyoung was sitting. Neither of them seemed particularly upset, which made you even more confused on why they were confronting you about it in the first place.

You sat down at one side of the table, and San joined, both of them facing you. You set your bag on the floor and placed your hands in your lap, feeling like you were in trouble.

“Alright, spill. Who was better?” Wooyoung said bluntly.

“Who was—huh?” you said, gaping at the unexpected question.

Wooyoung threw San a glance, like there was an inside joke you were missing. “C’mon, we just wanna know. We have a bet going, so who was better?”

“No way, I’m not answering that!” you laughed indignantly. San made a pouty face at you.

“I think it was me,” Wooyoung said, crossing his arms. “I kicked your ass at laser tag and you loved it.”

“Hell no! Cat cafe totally wins,” San whined.

“C’mon, you wish you’d thought of laser tag. Just admit it.”

“Ok, fine, laser tag is pretty cool,” San sighed. “But you don’t have a cute dog like I do.”

“I don’t need a cute dog, I’m already cute enough as it is,” Wooyoung said, making a cutesy gesture with his hands around his face at you. You and San both rolled your eyes.

“Whatever you wanna tell yourself,” San said dryly, and Wooyoung gave him a playful shove. “Ok, laser tag or cat cafe?” he asked you seriously.

“I can’t pick,” you said, which was the truth. They were both fun, how could you possibly pick the superior date?

“Making out in a laser tag arena or… cat hair up your nose. Tough choice.” Wooyoung pretended to seriously mull over the question.

“Uh, how ‘bout… sexy kittycat with a leash, or disgusting public bathroom?” San shot back at him.

“I’m not saying public bathrooms aren’t gross, but that’s why it’s hot,” Wooyoung shrugged, confident with his answer.

You covered your face with your hands, mortified to be having this conversation. “Do we have to be having this discussion?” you groaned.

“Yes!” they said in unison, like cartoon characters.

“Which of us was the better lay?” Wooyoung demanded.

“Not telling!” you hmph’d, crossing your arms petulantly.

“I put a dog collar on you, so obviously me,” San said, hitting the table like a lawyer who’d just won his case.

“You did help San discover his furry kink—,”

“I’ll kill you.”

“—But my dick is bigger.”

“No it isn’t!”

They both looked at you expectantly, as if waiting for you to settle it. You made a gesture indicating that your lips were sealed. You wondered how long they planned on arguing for.

“I think there’s only one way to settle this,” Wooyoung said matter-of-factly.

What, were they about to whip their dicks out and measure them?

“You fuck both of us.” Didn’t you do that already? “...Right now.” Oh.

“Deal,” you said a little too quickly. You couldn’t choose anyway, so wasn’t it the perfect solution?

“Wow, fast answer,” San commented, and you blushed a little at his call-out. “Don’t forget, the bet is still on,” he called over his shoulder as he got up to lock the door and draw the blinds over the windows.

“And I’m so winning it,” Wooyoung said as he scooped you up from your chair, carrying you honeymoon-style to the bar and depositing you onto the counter. San flipped a few of the lights off as he came back, keeping just enough of them on so that it wasn't completely dark.

Wooyoung disappeared for a second, ducking down to retrieve something from the fridge underneath the counter. He popped back up with a canister of whipped cream, then threw his shirt over his head, tossing it behind him. He sprayed a line of whipped cream along his neck, tipping his chin up to give you the most access. He leaned in, caging you against the counter with his arms. He quirked an eyebrow, waiting for your move.

You kissed along his neck, scooping up the whipped cream with your tongue and tasting the sugar on his skin. You licked it clean, and glanced up at San, who rolled his eyes and grabbed the can from Wooyoung’s hand. Not to be bested, he sprayed some directly into his mouth, maintaining eye contact with you as he did so.

He leaned on the counter next to you, and you hooked a finger in the collar of his shirt and pulled him in, leaning over Wooyoung’s shoulder to kiss him. You slid your tongue into his mouth, lapping up the whipped cream as he smirked against your lips.

Wooyoung scoffed as he kissed along your neck, pulling back to utter a brief but sarcastic “wooow.” His hands came up to feel underneath your shirt, pushing it up to your shoulders, ducking his head to pull your bra down with his teeth. He brought his mouth to your nipple, licking and sucking on it, and you moaned against San’s lips. His thumb traced circles along your skin, and you wanted more.

San moved a hand between your legs, giving your thigh a quick squeeze before dipping under your skirt and brushing his fingers over the crotch of your panties. He used just enough pressure to have you squirming, determined to be the one to make you moan. You felt like the luckiest girl alive, having these two hot baristas competing over you.

San slid your panties off, dropping them to the floor. He teased his thumb over your clit, and you arched your back, threading your fingers into Wooyoung’s hair. He gave a soft moan against your breast, then raised his head, stealing you from San as he locked you in a heated kiss.

You felt the press of San’s fingers as he slipped them inside you, dragging them in and out as you moaned into Wooyoung’s mouth. You raised your arms so Wooyoung could take your shirt off, and he worked on your bra next. San’s fingers moved faster as Wooyoung brushed your nipples with his thumbs, and you had no idea who was winning at this point.

You tipped your head back, moaning loudly as San fucked you with his fingers, and Wooyoung sucked along the curve of your neck, teeth scraping along the sensitive skin. Suddenly, Wooyoung brought a hand up to your face, brushing his fingers along your lips, and you opened them, letting him dip two fingers into your mouth. You sucked, letting your tongue drag between them, and both of them watched you hungrily, eyes full of desire.

“Alright, how ‘bout this?” Wooyoung said, pulling back. You looked at him in confusion, and San slipped his fingers out to see what he was about to do. Wooyoung worked his belt open, sliding his pants down enough to free his dick. It sprang free, and he grabbed the canister again, spraying whipped cream in a line along his cock.

“Gross,” San muttered to himself as you hopped off the counter, getting on your knees in front of Wooyoung.

You gave the tip of his dick a tiny lick, laughing as a little puff of whipped cream stuck to your nose. He wiped it off with his finger, then licked it off with a smirk. You dragged your tongue along his cock, kissing and sucking off the whipped cream as you worked your way down the shaft. He gave a satisfied moan, petting your hair as you licked it clean.

"Let's take this to the couch," Wooyoung said, and San agreed with a nod.

San guided you to a small carpeted area with a couch and a few chairs, draping you over the arm of the couch as he slid beneath you, grabbing your hips and lining you up with his mouth. He took a few tentative licks. “Mm, you taste so good,” he moaned against you.

Wooyoung moved in front of you, and you took him in your mouth eagerly, twisting the base of his dick with your hands as you sucked. He let out a few pleasured groans, signaling that he wanted more.

Pleasure swelled inside of you as San began circling your clit with his tongue. You moaned around Wooyoung’s cock, sending vibrations up the shaft that had him biting his lip. You let your tongue circle the head of his cock, distracted by San as he upped the intensity.

Soon enough you were grinding against his face, leaning your head against Wooyoung’s hip as you jerked him off, moaning as San slid his fingers into you once again.

You brought the tip of Wooyoung’s cock back into your mouth, bobbing your head over his length. You pulled off as you felt your climax growing, Wooyoung’s hand stroking your hair as you rode San’s face. San sucked hard on your clit as he fucked you with his fingers, and you cried out as you came, bucking your hips against his face involuntarily.

San kissed all the way down your inner thigh as he slid out from under you, a subtle smirk on his face that indicated he thought he was winning so far. You caught your breath, moving to the center of the couch to make room for the guys. San swiveled to face you, his cock in front of your face as Wooyoung’s hands found their way to your ass.

You repositioned yourself to all fours, waiting expectantly to feel Wooyoung’s cock push into you. In front of you, San tipped your chin up to meet his gaze, his lips pulling into a sinister smirk. He pushed his thumb against your lip, dragging it down slightly, then hooked two fingers in your mouth, pulling it open to accept his eager cock.

As if they had conspired, Wooyoung slid the tip of his dick inside of you at the same time that San pushed his against your lips. Your head rushed with bliss at the sudden overwhelming sensation of being taken from both ends. You moaned deeply, sending vibrations against San’s dick as Wooyoung pushed fully into you.

“Look at me,” San cooed, resting one hand under your chin, the other wrapped tightly in your hair. You lifted your gaze up, maintaining eye contact with him as he gently rocked against the roof of your mouth. “Good girl.” You heard Wooyoung scoff as San sang your praises. They fought for your attention as San maintained eye contact, but Wooyoung’s thrusts behind you had you seeing stars. Wooyoung’s hands clamped your ass, digging his nails in as he squeezed, delivering a harsh slap to your ass. They seemed to be enjoying themselves as much as you were—you could tell from their moans harmonizing beautifully as they shared you, and your mind short-circuited trying to focus just on one or the other.

“That’s a good girl… just like that, princess,” San purred, holding your chin as you sucked and licked at his dick enthusiastically.

“Can you shut up,” Wooyoung groaned, making a fake gagging noise. “I don’t wanna hear your voice right now.”

San smirked in amusement as he continued sliding in and out of your mouth. You wondered how much fun he must be having making Wooyoung gag like that.

You pressed your tongue firmly on San’s shaft as you sucked, and he bit his lip, holding back stifled moans. Behind you, Wooyoung’s thrusts grew more aggressive as he sunk his nails into your ass. “Fuck,” Wooyoung grunted, giving one final thrust before pulling out hastily, cursing as he finished. Warm liquid dripped slowly down the curve of your back as you turned your attention back to San, who was nearing his tipping point. You focused all your efforts on his dick, sucking mercilessly until he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled out, painting your face with hot streaks of cum. You stuck your tongue out to catch some, and the rest dribbled down your cheeks and chin. He smiled, petting your hair softly.

“What a good kitty, lapping up my milk,” he said, making direct eye-contact with Wooyoung, who immediately gagged.

“Are you trying to make me sick right now? If I hadn’t cum already my boner would be dead.” San laughed, cherishing Wooyoung’s disgust. “Just having a little fun. I know how to show my girl a good time.”

“My girl,” Wooyoung corrected.

You took pleasure in listening to them fight over you. You knew they were going to ask you who was better, but you really couldn’t decide in this moment. You honestly kind of wanted both. But right now you were more worried about the sticky liquid threatening to drip on the cafe’s couch.

“Guys, stop. Can someone get me a towel or something?” you asked. Hearing your voice, they both stopped bickering and trained their eyes on you, eyes growing wide as they realized you were still draped over the arm of the couch, cum dripping slowly down your sides.

“Shit! Sorry,” Wooyoung said as he scrambled to locate the nearest towel. Wooyoung got you cleaned up, and you all searched for your haphazardly discarded clothing scattered around the cafe.

“Pretty sure that violated like, every food safety rule,” San joked as he buttoned his shirt back up.

“Yikes, you’re right. Maybe we should throw that whipped cream away,” Wooyoung said, pretending to cringe. You laughed, shuddering at the idea of them using it for people’s drinks after such… unprofessional activities. Wooyoung came and stood next to you, crossing his arms. “So, who won?”

#san smut #ateez smut #woosan smut #wooyoung smut #seonghwa smut #choi san smut #ateez fic #yunho smut #hongjoong smut #mingi smut #yeosang smut #ateez reaction #ateez scenario

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Cupid’s Blind Arrow (Group Fic) Chapter 3 - Ginger Nut

As Katya wandered down the corridors bumping into every second person she couldn’t help but look for Trixie, her beloved dance partner from Friday night. The pair had taken up most of the so-called dance floor and boogied the night away. Trixie taught her how to jive and Katya even taught Trixie a traditional Russian folk dance claiming it looked better with the traditional outfits opposed to an astronaut and a Viking. They hadn’t spoken since, but they never really did out with School. Still, Katya found herself scanning the halls for the girl, or rather searched for her big blonde hair which would probably be easier to notice. “Katya” Flipping her head round hoping it was Trixie, Katya’s smile dropped when she realised it was Adore. “Have you seen Sharon?” Adore asked, leaning against a couple of lockers. “haven’t saw her since Vi’s party. Why?” “Was wondering if we’d get another episode of the show we saw in English” Katya let out a laugh, remembering the scene last week. “I mean it’s a Monday morning, so she’s probably out on a smoke break” Adore shook her head; “nah, she’s not there I’ve just been out” Katya shrugged before waving goodbye to Adore and walking to her first class.

Violet sat doodling in her notebook; it was design class so she could get away with it. She was meant to be designing a fashion forward item for fall, something that was functional but still looked good. The whole class was going to be creating a piece to go in a fashion show, organised by the events committee. For weeks Violet had been exhilarated, ecstatic at the idea that her designs were going to be shown to the whole School. Finally they’ll realise that I’m really talented at this. But for some reason Violet had no motivation today, that was unheard of. The most determined person on the planet was currently sitting cross legged on a stool – which was pretty uncomfortable considering her long legs – sketching and colouring in pictures of knights and medieval princesses, she just couldn’t get the image of Pearl from Friday night out of her head. She looked so stunning, like a work of art. Violet sighed as she drew geometric shoulder blades curving the ends like Pearl had done. “Violet dear” Miss Velour came up behind the girl causing her to jump slightly before doing her best to cover up the doodles with her arms. “Hi, Miss. I’m kind of still in the thinking process, the stuff I’ve got isn’t ready for critiquing yet.” Unfortunately violet knew Miss Velour wouldn’t take that for an answer and the teacher proceeded to give her a knowing look before extending her hand out to Violets half-hindered sketch pad. “May I?” Knowing she would have taken it one way or another Violet reluctantly gave her teacher the paper, wanting to hide in her hands for the lack of work she had to offer. Miss Velour stayed silent for a moment, analysing the tiny doodles that had been shaded and given such detail and attention. “Well, I , uh, this is very different Miss Chachki, especially from you” Shaking her head Violet tried to save herself, “Yeah I um, don’t know what I was thinking. I’ll get something better, don’t worry I-“ “I didn’t say I didn’t like the idea” Dumbfounded, Violet blinked multiple times before finding her words “Wait, you…like this?” Miss Velour held the pad at different angles considering all the elements and potential it had. “I mean I’m not letting you send someone out in armour or petticoats but, it’s a good stimulus. Very original. You could take a more avant-garde approach. It would really stand out from all the fringe jackets and denim blazers.” Politely yet firmly Violet retrieved her sketch book from her teacher's’ hand and her brain started to work at one hundred miles per hour again. I’ve got this she thought.

When the bell went for break Bianca make her way outside, unable to bear the loud and meaningless chatter today. She’d had a pounding headache and couldn’t seem to shake it no matter how many paracetamol she took. As she made her way over to one of the back walls she spotted a friendly face. “You out for another drag?” Quizzed the newly green-haired girl. Not an ugly green, but almost like a seaweed green enhancing the girls’ mermaid persona. She stood against the wall with a joint in between her fingers and a sly smirk on her face. “No. I think I may be dying.” Bianca stood opposite Adore with her arms crossed “What after one night?” She started giggling and it made Bianca embarrassed, “Stop it I’m serious, my head feels like a Rocky movie. Boxing match after boxing match.” Bianca mimicked punching her head on either side before whimpering and squeezing her eyes shut. “What’s the pot equivalent of a lightweight?” Adore jokingly questioned. and Bianca scowled, “come over here you big baby” Bianca did as she was told and walked over to Adore laying her head on the girl’s soft and surprisingly warm shoulder. “How can you do this everyday chola, I seriously feel like I’m dying.” Adore pulled the joint to her lips and took a smoke before blowing it out, up to the sky so Bianca wouldn’t have to smell it. “Have you ever wondered if it’s everything else in your life giving you a headache and not the one bit of weed you smoked?” Adore offered, gazing down at Bianca, who looked back up at her. “No because schools never made me ill before so why would it now?” “Because it’s so much more now. More homework, more classes, higher standards,” Adore thought her list could go on but she finished with “and all in less time.” Bianca nodded in agreement as she massaged her temples. Adore looked at her for a minute, admiring the girl for everything she was. You have a cute face too she thought, smiling to herself. She once again held out her joint and offered it to Bianca; “it’ll calm you down” At that Bianca opened her eyes and removed her hands from her temples looking up at Adore with the biggest look of confusion possible. “No” she exclaimed, “you’re not turning me into Stoner Pearl!” Adore laughed, bright and wholesome causing a smile to graze over Bianca’s face and the pair continued to laugh and talk until the bell went for the next class.

Sitting in math class was Pearl, not taking in any of the information her teacher was giving. She rested her head in her hand, staring into space; her free hand traced the equations in the textbook. “Pearl!” Looking up Pearl found all eyes on her including the one person on her mind, Violet, who was sat at the opposite side of the class smirking and staring directly at her. Flustered, partly because she realised she’d been asked a question and partly because Violet was staring at her, she let out a noise while her eyes quickly scanned the board searching for any values that could lead to the question asked. After a moment her teacher, who everyone just knew as Bob, exhaled a sigh and crossed her arms. “Okay, new plan class. Pearls gonna tell us all a story about what she was thinking about, it must be so much more exciting than my teaching.” Pearl bit her lip, “I’m sorry I uh wasn’t thinking of anything” the girl wanted the ground to swallow her up. Giving up Bob turned back to the board before scribbling the answer Pearl was supposed to give on the board; “Sorry guys, no story time today I guess” A general laugh emitted from the rest of the class and Pearl turned around to face Violet who had checked her watch and began to pack up her things, putting everything in her bag in an organised manner so it would fit just right. Watching Violet do anything calmed Pearl in a way that even she herself found a bit odd. Everything else faded away and Pearl got to learn the other girl’s body language and study her physique. The whole class then proceeded to pack up and Violet pulled out a compact mirror, checking her makeup and hair. Pearl smiled, and Violets eyes moved from her own reflection to Pearl’s behind her. The pair had a mini stare off, before Pearl winked, causing Violet to raise her eyebrows and then blow a kiss in Pearls direction. Subtle Pearl thought. Real subtle

“I’m soaking weeeettttt” Alaska moaned as she walked over to the lunch table Willam had claimed. It was only her and Willam but they took up a whole table. Standing in her normal, but now drenched clothes, Alaska motioned to her hair which looked like a birds nest that had been struck by lightning. A mess. Willam pursed her lips together but started laughing. “The hell happened to you? Go for a swim?” Alaska mocked her laugh and sat down, evidently uncomfortable in her tight denim jeans. “No. It’s basically a fucking hurricane outside and they made us do cross country. CROSS FUCKING COUNTRY WILLAM” Willam started pawing at the blonde’s hair still giggling. “So i was about to die of hypothesis and then-“ “Wait what” willam interrupted. “Hypothesis, like when you die because you’re really cold” answered Alaska plainly. Shaking her head Willam start laughing again, “I think you’re looking for hypothermia, dumbass” Alaska sighed, sat down and pulled out a compact. Gasping at her reflection, she pulled out a brush and tried to fix the mess on her head. “Anyway I went to shower and phi phi was sitting on the floor balling her eyes out so I wasn’t up to deal with that. Then I changed back into my clothes that were dry, then I had to fucking run across the goddamn yard to get in here. So once again I’m gonna die of…” her voice trailed off. “Hypothermia,” supplied Willam. “That.” Willam pulled out her phone and started scrolling through her Instagram and checking snapchat while Alaska cautiously looked over the entirety of the canteen, checking for Sharon. There’s no chance in hell she can see me like this! “Hey, look at this filter! Look how cute I am” said Willam not taking her eyes off of herself and tilting her head from side to side. “Ooh a pair one, come on ‘laska get in this one” shoving her phone into Alaska face Willam posed once again and took the photo. She looked at Alaska, first in the picture the in real life and sighed; “Why didn’t you smile or pose or do something cute? Damn now I’ve got nothing to put on my story.” Alaska gave no excuse, shook her head and rolled her eyes as she leaned back in her seat. “Don’t roll your fucking eyes at me bitch. I’m not the one resembling one of the seven dwarves right now.” “What one?” Alaska questioned, half expecting to hear grumpy. “Mopey.” For the first time today Alaska started laughing, hard. Her whole body was moving up and down in time with her giggling causing Willam to question this strange turn of events, is this the mental breakdown stage? “What?” Alaska said nothing and continued to laugh, squeezing her eyes shut. “What?” Willam hit her on the arm now, eager to know what had the moany and usually heartbroken girl all laughs and giggles all of a sudden. Alaska wiped the stray tears that had fallen, “it’s dopey you fuckin moron” “Dopey? The hell’s he? Some stoner dwarf?” “No he’s just like stupid.” Willam returned back to her phone not accepting the fact that someone thought it would be a better idea to call a dwarf dopey rather than mopey. After she regained her composure Alaska sat upright again and sighed, “Have you heard anything recently from Courtney?” Willam froze. Not too sure how to answer this, she reminded herself that Alaska knew the pair were close but didn’t know just how close they’d gotten. “Uhh, no not really. Have you?” Alaska shook her head and leaned into Willam; “Get her insta up, she might’ve posted something.” Willam looked at Alaska almost questioning her, she did kind of want to find out what Court had gotten up to. Find out if she’d made any plans to come back. Begrudgingly she typed in the aussie’s username into the search bar, each button pressed was decorated with the sound of Willam’s acrylics touching the screen. “Got it.” Alaska leaned in further and recognised the blonde beauty on the screen. Willam started to go through her posts starting with the most recent one. It was posted just this morning; the picture depicted Courtney sitting on a beach facing away from the camera and towards the sun and the sea. She wore a floral bikini and her hair reached to halfway down her back, it looked like it was slightly blowing as if there was a light breeze in the air. My god she’s beautiful. Willam looked at the location tag and it read: Sydney, Australia. Oh how Willam wished she was there as well, wished that they could share the beach and play in the sun. Moving onto the next one. This time it was Courtney and a guy, a candid shot from some nightclub and the pair were laughing. Gritting her teeth Willam felt a churning in her stomach, what is this? Alaska took the phone out of Willams hand and started to scroll at a faster pace, “Oh look Willam it’s you.” Alaska said, focusing on one of the pictures that was posted around 3 weeks ago. #tbt Missing this one, please come over to Aus so I can see your face ☺️☺️ P.S how’re English lessons without me? #MissingAmerica #EspeciallyTheFood #MyWillam Willam tried to wipe the huge grin off of her face but was unsuccessful, from ear to ear she was all smiles and giggles My Willam she thought. Alaska noticed this and smiled back at her; “Do you miss her?” “All the time” Willam mumbled staring at the photo in front of her, not really intending for Alaska to hear. “All the time eh?” Alaska said in her Mae-West impression, she had to play a character like her in her drama class and used every opportunity to practice. Willams lip quivered, trying to hide any emotion. “I never said all the time!” Willam said defensively, “I said sometime” Alaska continued in her impression; “Playing hard to get, I see” Willam wanted to change the subject, she would look again at the photo and revel in all of Courtney’s beauty later. “Did you do the chem homeowork?” Raising her eyebrows meaning she’d caught onto what Willam was trying to do Alaska pulled the folder out of her handbag, throwing it onto their table. Willam brought hers out and started scribbling condensed versions of Alaska perfectly written answers. “Man, you’re such a fuckin nerd,” Willam joked as she read through one of the answers; “like how do you know all of this.” “Uh maybe because I listen in class instead of swiping right on every second guy on tinder” Willam opened her mouth wide in shock, her brain was producing so many good comebacks but they were all to do with Sharon. Willam decided against it, she didn’t want to break Alaska’s first good mood in what felt like forever. And Alaska’s mascara had already suffered enough today in cross country. “Hurtful, i’ll have you know my standards are much higher than tinder” Alaska chuckled before pointing back at the homework. “Come on, bell’s about to go for class. Write!” Instead Willam decided to pack up her stuff, ignoring more than half of the questions. “Nah it’s fine, Miss Davis owes me one anyway” “What do you mean she “owes you one”?” “I set her up with Mr Rice in the art department” Alaska gave an impressed nod and put her folder back into her pink sequinned bag.

It was last period and Trixie hadn’t seen Katya all day. She’d been purposely trying to run into her, taking different and longer routes to her classes but had no luck. She was now sitting in music and stared out the window. Man that storm is pretty bad, maybe school will get cancelled tomorrow. Strumming a few chords on her guitar, Trixie wished she could just get home. “Miss Mattel” called her teacher, Trixie looked up and waited for more. “The internet’s down, can you take this to reception please?” Trixie lazily stood up, taking her time to get to the teacher before accepting the note and heading out the door. Better make the most of this time out she thought. Making her way out of the music department Trixie walked down the main set of stairs and onto the floor below, the physics base. She leisurely waltzed past classrooms, not having a clue as to what anything on the boards meant. She found a side set of stairs and ventured down them but halfway down she heard footsteps coming towards her. “Trixie?” Called a thick, Russian accent. Instinctively Trixie smiled, “Hey dancing partner” Katya blushed at the memory, then smacked her head remembering how awful she must’ve been dancing considering she wasn’t at all sober added to the fact that she couldn’t dance to start with. “I didn’t show you the folk dance, did I?” Trixie laughed, warm and pure. “You did.” Once again Katya smacked herself. “Don’t worry Katya, you weren’t terrible” “Good, I’ll add that to my resume. “Not a terrible dancer”” both of them smiled and looked at each other for the first time since the party. Katya didn’t have the guts to kiss her on Saturday when she was drunk so she sure didn’t have the guts to now.

#ginger nut #pearlet #witney #trixya #biadore #violet chachki #pearl liaison #alaska thunderfuck #willam belli #courtney act #katya zamolodchikova #trixie mattel #adore delano #bianca del rio #rpdr fanfiction #high school au #lesbian au #cupids blind arrow #au

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franeridart · 7 years

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Whats your opinion on the headcanon that bakugou is hard of hearing because of how loud his explosions are? If you dont mind my asking

I think I answered this q on this blog already? Maybe? But anyway, I don’t exactly mind it, but I can’t say I share the headcanon myself - for one, because I’m of the opinion that their bodies are built to withstand a safe use of their quirks (a bit like you can’t break a leg by simply walking, you know), so in general I’m not a fan of headcanons that include damages caused by simply doing what their bodies were born to do?

But also because generally, even under the assumption that his body isn’t made to hold up with his explosions, isn’t it awfully convenient how only his ears take damage in these scenarios? What about his eyes? How come he can still see with no problems even with the continuous exposure to the explosions’ light? How about his hair? How come he can stand so close to fire without it ever being damaged by it? His palms have thicker skin and we know that thanks to his UA file, but what about the rest of his body? How come he can stand smack in the middle of an Howitzer Impact without getting even slightly burnt? When you say “only his ears aren’t made to withstand his explosions” what you’re telling me is that his whole body is tailord to deal with his quirk but his ears, and that just feels unrealistic to me - by which I mean, when this is the scenario we’re talking about, you can’t give the fault of the damage to Bakugou’s quirk. It’s a problem his body has, not a natural consequence of having that sort of quirk. And imho with those premises you sort of end up with a different kind of story, you’re supposed to write it differently - that’s what I think, at least

Anon said:Maybe the reason Baku raises his voice so often is because he can’t hear very well, which isn’t due to his explosions, rather, he was born with bad hearing to protect him from taking damage by them.. and then his other senses are sharper to even it out, and his body can even subconsciously notice air vibrations, resulting in really fast reflexes.

Ah, this is also another reason why I’m not a huge fan of the headcanon - don’t get me wrong! If you like it then go on, I’m not trying to stop anyone from enjoying ideas and possibilities!! But personally I like Bakugou not having any reason to be loud-mouthed and rude, that’s just his personality and how the environment he grew up in made him, and lately I’ve seen the hc used to justify his behaviour more than I like? Bakugou being an asshole is just who he is, and I love it! I love that his life made him like that and I love that he’s working hard to fix that flaw, giving him an external reason, something he has no control over, to justify his personality changes the core of his character too much, and that’s not something I’d ever want to do tbh

And it’s also cool to think that he was somewhat genetically engineered to be better in a fight to compensate for a lack of earing (though again, why only his ears and not his eyes or his sense of tact too), but that goes to cut on all the hard work he put in becoming as good as he is, right? If that’s what you like than who am I to stop you! But Bakugou’s hardworking nature is one of the things I love about him, I don’t really feel like taking away from him all the effort and work he put through the years in becoming as good as he is now

Anon said: Kiri’s grades suddenly getting sky high after Baku started kissing his cheek for every correct answer

Kirishima: “OKAY NEXT CHAPTER LET’S GO”

Bakugou: “the fuck, no, we’re done, that’s how far we went in cla–”

Kirishima: “GOING A BIT AHEAD CAN’T BE A PROBLEM CAN IT”

Anon said: Kiri is seriously talented at dirt doodles

lmao it’s just stickmen hahaha

Anon said:aww your miri/tama collage is so precious! have you considered doing something like that for kiri/ kami as well? those boys are in desperate need of some love.. totally understand if not! have a wonderful rest of your day/night :3

Uh, well, it’s not like I “haven’t considered” doing it, but more than a collage it’s… just how I always draw? Only usually I cut the pics for each of them to be a different image so they’re easier to see, while yesterday I was too lazy to do that and left them all on the same canvas haha so I guess yeah next time I’ll feel like drawing krkm if you’d like I can leave the drawings all in one pic, that’s just less work for me after all lol

Anon said:Ahhhhhh~ I had had… Such a need for miritama after that chapter and I couldn’t find anything w the right feel or anything and ??? Then you just??? Bless you thank you they look wonderful and so so soft and happy and I’m just !!!

AHHHH!!!! Thank you so much!!!! I’m glad you liked them :O

Anon said:thank you good lord you’re gonna help me get out of the depressive spiral chapter 152 has put me into

BOI ANON DON’T I FEEL YOU it’s why I drew those to being with hahaha

Anon said:DUDE YOUR PINING KIRISHIMA GOT ME DEAD HOLY FUCK SO PURE SO AWESOME 10/10

THANK YOU!!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Anon said: I just recently became obsessed with MomoJirou because it’s an incredible ship and I can’t get enough and then you give us these adorable drawings of them? I cry

Anon said:fran….your girls…… they’re so good……..

Anon said:I love how you drew Momo 😍

Anon said:FRAN THANK YOU FOR THE MOMOJIROU CONTENT I LOVE IT I LIVE FOR IT I HAVE BEEN DEPRIVED OF MOMOJIROU FOR SO LONG AND NOW I CAN SEE SOME BEAUTIFUL ART OF THEM IN YOUR STYLE WHICH MAKES IT TEN TIMES BETTER THANK YOU

AAAAHHHHHHHHH BOI THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! I’m ??? so glad you guys liked them???? Momo is so hard to get a grasp on for me, it makes me happy to know I did her right!!!!

Anon said:What do you think about futakuchi? xox

He’s my fav in Dateko!!!! Also one of my two biggest #same in Haikyuu haha (the other’s Kuroo lol)

Anon said: I haven’t seen semi on your blog for a while? ;)

That’s 100% most probably because there hasn’t been any haikyuu on my blog for a while, I’d say :O

Anon said:You keep drawing… So many soft things I’m in love… momojirou is so sweet it cleared my skin (and !!! I know you said you have no idea how to draw her but she looks wonderful and I loved it!!) And pining Kiri his face at the end??? Saved me. And STUDY DATE I CAN’T FORGET tbh baku looked so good esp the way you drew him kiri I Understand. Anyways you’re a blessing and I hope you have a lovely day!!!

God anon….. you just go……….. and slay me like this……. how am I supposed to deal………………………. (ilu)

Anon said:Does the Octopus Team still exist? I was scrolling through Shouji tags and saw the art.

I’m not sure what this ask means :O like, are you asking me if I’ll ever draw them together again? Because tbh that one doodle sort of just… happened while I was doing something else……… oops….

Anon said:Is it just me or are you getting more and more notes a lot quicker? Bc congrats my friend

:O thanks!!! But to be fair I think more than on my art this is mostly on the Bakushima becoming a much more popular ship, lately! The anime will do that haha

Anon said: I literally check your blog multiple times every day to see if you’ve posted anything new, your art just makes me so happy??? Like it could literally be bakugou as an orange and kirishima as a strawberry and I would reblog it faster than lightning and stare at it for five mins. Your style is just so nice and it like…. flows well?? Is really clean??? IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT MY DUDE but BASICALLY i love everything you do and thanks for blessing us with all the cute kiribakus and bokuroo :))

sob thank you ;O; so much ;O; holy shit ;O; ;O;

Anon said:So I’m new to the BNHA fandom and you’re probably the first artist I stumbled across but I am HOOKED. I love your bakushima A LOT and your headcanons are so perfect I get so hype when I see them on my dashboard *v* Do you ever think about what would happen if Bakugou’s family found out about his new relationship? Do you think they would love Kirishima? (Of course they would it’s impossible not to). I imagine that would be an interesting scenario!!

I’m 100% sure Mitsuki would be like “HOW THE FUCK did you manage to get such a nice kid to like you” but when we’re being honest Masaru is a super sweet man married with a firecracker too so does she have any right to talk? Nope, she does not

And thank you so much for the compliments!!!! :O this fandom is super full of talented and nice people, I hope you’ll have a great time in it!

Anon said:Dude like mate honey love bunch bro man,,,,, YOUR FR*CKING ART!!!! SO H*CKING GOOD???? BAKUKIRI (cries because I love them so f*dging much) LOOK SO GOOD IN YOUR ART STYLE? SO PURE! WHOLESOME!!! I just went through your art tag for the last hour and I love everything. Kirishima is my FAVE I LOVE HIM!!!$ and the Baku squad mm mmmmmm good shiz right there. AND YUUJIIIIII AND BOKKUROOOOO AND THE VOLTRON AU!!!! Honestly we have such similar tastes ah. Anyway I’m running out of words love you fran xox

HOLY HECK I LOVE YOU A LOT TOO ANON!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE KIND WORDS!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Kirishima and bakugo furiously (not mad just intense) making out I know what your thinking but please give it a try

I mean the idea isn’t something I mind at all, but drawing this sort of things requires a specific mood for me which isn’t easy to come by and more often then not when I do draw that sorta stuff I don’t finish nor post it? So in general that’s not the type of things I’ll draw as a suggestion, sorry orz

Anon said: Whenever I see a new post from you but it’s reblogged I immediately go to your original post so I can read your tags. I love them so much!

Heck !!!!! I’m glad you enjoy my nonsense? hahaha

Anon said:*whispers* hey hey…. kiribaku hide and seek got any thoughts on that

Are you asking about one against the other or hiding together? …either way I can only see that ending in disaster and explosions ngl lol

Anon said:It came to my mind after reading your last comic that Baku usually dresses up pretty nice¿? Its canon that his family works for the fashion industry and his costume is SO EXTRA™, we never really see him in cringey or weird clothing (please correct me if I’m wrong (?)) but I still like the idea of him having lots of skull/punk tees and struggling to find normal stuff lol

Wouldn’t call them cringey or weird, but it is canon that every time we’ve seen him out of his costume/uniform in the manga he’s worn either plain black tees/tank tops or t-shirts with skulls on them :O that’s actually his canon style, I wasn’t taking a wild guess back there haha

Anon said:I miss your art on my feed on the days you don’t art. So I scroll through your old posts whenever that happens. (This is not a plea or pressure for you to do anything more often btw. You make so much amazing art and contribute so much to this fandom. I love going back and looking at all your art. We are not worthy!) I literally can’t think about Kiribaku and the Bakusquad without thinking of your art.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you!!!!! Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;O;

Anon said:Cons of Kirishima being the protagonist of MHA: He would constantly be hurting himself and making us as the audience suffer in the worst way. Pros: if the recent chapters are anything to go by, he would be /very very pretty/ by now due to how much he’s been beaten up

I still prefer him healthy and happy tho ｡ﾟ(*´□`)ﾟ｡ once in a hospital bed is enough for me //sob

Anon said:I can’t describe how happy these deathstar doodles made me?? Your art is top notch as always but you drawing one of my all time favorite ships when there’s so little content for them gave me strenght for the next 57 years, thank you sm!!! And have a good day!!

Anon said:Ahhh you have no idea how much of a blessing it is to see deathstar in your artttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!! I love you so muchhhhhh!!!

I’M!!! HAPPY!!! YOU GUYS LIKED THOSE!!!!! I never understood why there was so little content for them tbh, like??? Okay the anime didn’t reach any of The Good Stuff for them and most fans never read the manga, but the manga makes them such an obvious ship?? So good so right so healthy and supportive and beautiful b o y rereading that manga gave me a lot of feelings bless the two of them ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡

Anon said:Oh my god, I was just looking through like all your art and I realized how much you’ve improved. Like oh my god you’re fantastic, all your art looks so great. I mean this as a compliment and that’s you’ve improved a lot and you’re so great. ❤️❤️

THANK YOU OH BOY (●´□`)♡ this means…………….so much…………. gahh

Anon said:i got so busy with college apps and entrance exams that I stopped watching the anime around the intern time and I stopped reading the manga around about the time sun eater faces off against those guys. man I have so much to catch up on but I still don’t have much time at all. all I know is Mirio is being an angel and I’m at peace with that.

Mirio………… is such a good boy……………….. he deserves so much more…………….. so much better………………….. o

#fran answers #again about the hoh!Bakugou hc #i do think everyone should be free to headcanon whatever they please #that's just my personal opinion on the matter #it's mostly based on how much i like bakugou as he is you know #uhhhhhh the reason why he's my fave is that i like him #and that sound like an obvious statement haha #but all i mean is that all of bakugou's flaws and struggles and good points and growth #i want to keep it all #i love it all #headcanons are good and let people work with their imagination in what ifs a lot #id never tell anyone to stop that that's what art is all about #my answer was just about... the limits i put to my own headcanoning #there's some lines i don't want to cross and this headcanon crosses a bunch of them #that's for the second ask #as far as the first ask goes it's like...#well #im not saying it's impossible for bakugou to have been born with a predisposition to earing loss #but when that's the headcanon we're talking about i feel like bakugou #would have different reactions between 'my quirk is against me' and 'my body is against me'#?#i think he'd find it easier to accept if it were just something natural as far as his quirk goes #I DUNNO I DUNNO it's not my hc anyway haha #anonymous

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