#the big ass angel in a tiny devil body was wild for me

[jazeswhbhaven]

Beel, Are You Srs Brah? WHB Event React Part 3 *Spoiler Warning*

Now, since it's been a minute, if you need to refresh your memory bounce on over here ->

If you're ready to go, then lets goooooo (I really do have a feeling this is gonna be longer than I intended goodness)

So we left off where Amon was asking Miss Dealer when she got off work and well it turns out this is more of a deal/gamble. They play a game and she gets off immediately from work. And if she wins-

Now tbh I don't know if she means like they will work for her or honestly if this means sex slaves lol but it's wild because Nabe, Stolas, and Amon are NOBLES of Beel and yet they can be roped into shit like this??? That's just wild to me. Status gets you nowhere in Avisos other than trouble I guess.

What's crazier is that because they want that info from her, they all agree to this bet. Amon is rolling ahead and going with it in confidence (love that) Stolas and Nabe are pretty much like worried that they'll just be stuck as slaves forever lol, but they agree to it anyways.

Amon goes first, the game being that they have to beat her in rock, paper, scissors. And he wins the first two rounds. She's confused because she was certain her literal mind tricks would work to manipulate the situation just like she did with other devils (lmao this is Hell after all) and perhaps she should have worn a smaller shirt. (Amon ain't fallin' for titties unless they're Beel's sorry girlie) And so, because he won so flawlessly, Stolas and Nabe both think he fell asleep on Miss Dealer and ask him to blink and he does slowly and I'm just like well yeah he's awake guys.

And then...he WON the final round. Stolas asks how he did this, and he reveals he was just holding on to the Beel plush keychain the entire time as a good luck charm.

Miss Dealer has to pay up though, Amon won...

Girl, me too if Amon was that close to my face. Let's not forget he has a weapon hidden in his pants...

So he's just like telling her she needs to get off work like she promised, and from here all he did was touch her shirt and pull her closer to him.

Like damn he's good at what he does. Like boy where you learn that from? Because it's working on me too.

Buttttt it turns out, it's not all what it seems. He's being persuasive because he wants info from her. The loophole is that she can answer these questions since she's off work now. He can ask her anything.

At first, she protests, but he's like "You'll want to answer me..."

and starts being flirty again.

M a n the way I'd answer anything he wants if he kept touching me like how he's touching her? WHEW

A M O N pl e a s e

Same, Miss Dealer, same. Except I don't wanna put on a show for your comrades...so let's go behind that curtain in the back of the room (♡-_-♡)

So our boi is being cheered on by Nabe and Stolas, because he's taking this seriously. He does ask a question to the dealer devil that Nabe deems as off the mark but I mean it works??? He asked what Beel and her spoke about, and she straight up says they fucked in other words. "we didn't talk verbally" GIRL JUST SAY YOU FUCKED HIM LMAO

Let me just say for the record I'm fucking jealous because not only did she get hand-picked by Beel to be the highest-class dealer of the casino, but she got to sample that dick too AND eat dessert with him?

Ugh, give me your life miss dealer devil. I want it. (Patiently waiting for that fucking H-scene I tell you cause WHEN)

So she shows Amon how she was feeding the macaroons to Beel before, and he's all like frozen in time like the macaroons are hypnotizing him and Nabe and Stolas are wondering what the fuck is going on.

And I have a feeling I know what's happening yet again...

So the desserts/food once again are so perfect all of our bois are falling prey to it and eating as much as they can. Even the snacks and cakes.

Guys...not again T^T remember what happened at the bar?

NABE YOU KNOW DAMN WELL HAHAHAHA Like I'm sure he knows but maybe he just wants to hear her confirm it so he's not just assuming things. Nice of him to question himself but honestly?? Hahaha just damn.

He wut ⋋| ◉ ͟ʖ ◉ |⋌

chocolate covered dick anyone?

So while she's answering Nabe's questions she keeps staring at Amon the entire time with hearts in her eyes and probs creaming her pants nearly And then thing is that he did remember one thing that happened specifically when Beel arrived at the casino. He was riling up everyone with his presence, egging them on to keep playing the games and winning. But then...the smaller devils come in and said that he was throwing out weapons and encouraging others to fight each other to the death??? (sounds like a him thing ngl) But then the bodyguard was like oh yeah no that's not right, he said whoever offers up a piece of their body to him can have the next turn at playing the games and winning! But despite all of that nonsense and the rumors yet again, miss dealer answers that Beel did mention going somewhere afterward so Amon rewards her-

I don't know how she can sit there and be patient because the way my shirt would just be all the way off.

So they get a final answer from her that she heard that Beel stated he was going to the Cosplay Cafe as his next stop. Since Amon got his answer he gets up and she's all upset like "what about me?"

Damn Amon, you leaving her high and dry like that? (he cared less as he clung onto his little beel doll lol he does not give a fuck)

But our bois can't leave yet because...low and fucking behold

The bill is astronomical...and yet again it's because of the tab that Beel left open.

LIKE FOREAL BEEL COME ON MAN TT _____ TT

(why do I have a feeling he'd take you on a date, just to go to the bathroom and never come back and leave you to foot the bill)

So the devils give them options, to take out loans with high interest rates, or sell their body parts forcibly. It's even mentioned that one of the smaller devils beefed up three times the size of Stolas, Nabe AND Amon just to show they meant business.

Unfortunately, due to Nabe paying the first time around and Amon being broke over the Beel doll, our bby Stolas has to pay using monthly installment plans (poor bby in debt T^T)

So that's the true catch of the fucking casino. You're in so much debt from the high interests loans from how much you lost and spent there that you have to work until you pay it off, but it just ends up being a vicious cycle. Not to mention the desserts were so delicious you couldn't help but just keep eating.

Stolas and Nabe though now suspect foul play and I can't blame then since that's twice now they've been made to pay Beel's tab on top of their own with no intention of even partaking in any of the food/drinks of each place they visit.

Amon though is so focused on going to the Cosplay Cafe to find Beel he doesn't even care lol

So here we are folks at the Cosplay Cafe!!! But...as the theme has been going for the event, it's Dre that we see visit each place prior to our bois showing up.

The twin devils here greet him, because it's their job and not because they wanted to. And I'm just sitting here like, oh great who is in disguise this time because there has to be a reason Dre is there lol

And whelp it turns out that the pink haired devil twin is a fucking angel that he calls out to go fight him but here's the fucking kicker....

So you're telling me.

This smol cute devil is ->

This behemoth of an angel? That's the form he chose to disguise as????

I'm sorry everyone I was just sitting there trying to process that because he CHOSE that form. I wanna say something but I'll wait.

i'll wait.

So we're back with Dre confronting him and saying that he's been blessed by meeting the same angel from his past. We see there's a scar on his eye that's damaged just like Dre's, and that how it wasn't fitting for being in a such a tiny body. (you got that right but let's continue)

So we're going through a flashback right now of younger Dre, he seems to be around maybe 10 or so, (in human years) based on his look.

hey boo, hey~ (sorry Dre ;.;)

So it turns out that Raph was only aiming for Niflheim, I'm assuming just in a general sense and Dre's family was in the crossfire. He refers to them as jagged stones that were in his way so the nearby devils had to be removed.

Let me just stop here and say that Raph is a true villain here. He was on a mission, didn't care who was in the way and saw all of them as disposable.

Beautiful and creepy bone-crunching noises. Just as I expected and that's honestly how I wrote him in my longfic that he often cracks his bones on purpose. Figured that was an obvious canon thing, considering that he's just a gremlin of an angel.

I do like that every angel we run into it's described that their beauty would simply confuse humans and one would try to create a painting out of them. (ha it's funny because of all the nice fanart I see of the seraphs)

Andddd here's our stopping point!!! Wow, ANOTHER part coming up??? ;.; this was so long I pretty sure you didn't plan on reading this much from me huh?

Let's see if part 4 is the last bit...(I think it will be there's not much left to cover) See ya there~

[bullet-prooflove]

Angel Reyes or EZ Reyes whoever you think would go better with "I like it when you grip my hips." and "Boy, can we take off all our clothes?"

Your lives have been chaotic since Valeria arrived, full of feedings and diapers, between that the two of you are navigating your own lives. You’ve had an abundance in crop this year which means you’re working overtime trying to ensure distribution runs smoothly.

You’ve hired the MC to do security, they’re the only people you trust with payloads this big and honestly handing off some of the responsibility to Riz and Taza has been a God send as it frees up a little time for you and Angel.

Felipe’s taken Valeria for a couple of hours, he knows how strenuous a new baby can be, the toll it takes on a relationship. The two of you have to remember who you are as people, outside of your role as parents.

You’re folding laundry in the kitchen when it starts, marvelling at how tiny Valeria’s baby clothes are when Angel approaches. He has that look in his eyes, that dark, sensual look that sends a rush of heat through your synapses. He takes the clothing from your hands before he sets it down on the kitchen table.

When he kisses you, it’s raw and messy, his hands running through your hair as his tongue dips into your mouth. You melt against him, the heat from his body searing across your skin as his hands come to rest on your hips, pinning you against the kitchen table as he grinds against you. He’s hard already, his cock leaking in the confines of his sweatpants. You moan into his mouth, your teeth grazing over his lower lip, biting down hard.

It ignites something inside of him, something wild and untamed. His hand delves between your legs, fingers rubbing across your clit through the fabric of your panties. You’re soaked already, he can feel your wetness drenching his fingertips and fuck he wants it, he wants to ruin you.

Your hands are already shoving down his sweatpants, his cock springing to attention as they slip down to his ankles. Your panties follow suit. You grip the base of his dick, squeezing it tightly. He groans into your mouth as you guide him into just the right place.

You whine when he pulls away but he gives you that smile, the one that could make the devil blush before he whispers.

“Turn around. I wanna see that pretty little ass of yours when I fuck you.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[markresonates]

PROVE IT

lead vocalist of HEAVY METAL DREAMS the series ⊳

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summary: After years of putting up with Haechan teasing you for being a good girl, you get to prove him wrong at one of his concerts.

pairing: enemy!Haechan x fem!reader (ft 00 liner dreamies voyeurism)

genre: porn w lil plot, tiny fluff bc i’m soft

trope: rock star, spoiled rich bad boy, enemies to lovers

warnings: rough unprotected sex, thigh riding, exhibitionism kink, voyeurism, extremely public, frottage, degradation, humiliation, me pushing the Haechan big d!ck agenda yet again, hard dom!Haechan, bratty sub!reader

Going out on a Saturday night isn’t exactly your cup of tea. You would much rather stay home, cozy up on the couch with a fluffy blanket and re-watch your favorite comfort shows. But, given that you're friends with four members of the rock band Bad Dreams, you make an exception every once and a while. Your fee for tagging along is the promise of free food at the end of the night, and this time they offered you two meal vouchers because it's their largest gig yet.

They were lucky enough to open for a very popular rock band tonight, and once their set was over, four of them merged with the swaying hordes of people swarming around the stage to watch the other famous group up close. Mark gave you the option to go home early with him, but you elected to stay out longer. Stalling before you have to join the rowdy crowd, you lag behind to touch up your makeup in the large, empty dressing room reserved for your friends and the obnoxious lead vocalist of the group. You consider staying within the safe confines of the four, vintage tour poster covered walls for a little longer until...

"Unbelievable! I never thought I’d see you backstage at one of my concerts."

… speak of the devil.

Haechan makes eye contact with you in the dressing room mirror rimmed by dull, yellowed light bulbs. He leans his shoulder against the doorframe with a smirk you wish you could wipe off his face. "Especially in a dress like that. Isn’t a good girl like you breaking the rules by wearing something that slut- oh, wait! I totally forgot I can’t use bad words around you. I mean something that skimpy?"

You scoff at the poster child of silver spooned, self-entitled fuck boys vulgar taunting comment. It doesn’t take 20/20 vision to spot the filthy flicker in his gaze as it sweeps up and down your body.

"I’m not here to see you. I was here to see my friends that are, unfortunately, in the same band as you. And for your information, I’m allowed to wear whatever I want."

"Hm, is that so?"

He makes no effort to hide that his eyes linger where your dress ends on the back of your thighs. It’s a mere two inches below your ass, although that’s only an estimation. If he really wanted to know the exact distance, he would have to stick his hand up the bottom of your dress to measure it with his own fingers – something he wouldn’t mind doing if he was granted the opportunity.

You check him out too. Inwardly, your mouth is watering, but after years of pretending to be an angel way back when in high school, you are positive that your controlled expressions make it so he doesn’t have a single clue what you’re feeling. The wild butterflies in your abdomen flutter faster as you admire his visuals. It feels like you've spent an hour soaking him in, when in reality it’s been a mere 2.5 seconds.

You've always had a soft spot (or should I say hot spot) for the "bad boy" rock star look. Something about the black-on-black attire, dangly jewelry, smokey eye makeup and leather jackets turns you on for whatever inexplicable reason, and Haechan just so happens to be the embodiment of your explicit fantasies.

There is very little variance in his daily wardrobe. He goes from black shirt to band shirt to even darker black shirt; he'll wear a lowkey matching necklace and earrings set one day, and then, out of nowhere, he’ll sport a flashy combination of expensive silver and gold bracelets, necklaces, earrings and rings, worn all at once. At the moment, seeing the silver chains dangling from the braided choker wrapped around Haechan’s neck is nearly hot enough for you to swoon. And last but not least, to top it all off, he completes your fantasy with one of his eight brand name black leather jackets.

Even when it’s blazing hot outside, it’s extremely rare to see him without one of the prized articles of clothing he proudly flaunts. If a person were to compliment the one he’s currently wearing, he would not only thank them, but also provide that the particular Alexander McQueen jacket they complimented carries a price tag of $4.2k. You've heard him boast about them enough to the point where his responses, and the extremely cocky tone he uses, have been involuntarily memorized in your mind. At this very moment though, it’s not the jacket that compels the tightness in your core. The detailing on what you suspect to be his brand new jeans is the thing that corrupts your thoughts to the utmost degree. As much as you love his (and, secretly, your) favorite pair of terribly ripped up, black skinny jeans, the new ones he’s wearing tonight instantly take the crown for first place arousal provoking.

It's borderline pathetic how easy it is to imagine yourself straddling Haechan’s thigh, grinding your slit against the ribbed texture as your wetness seeps into the faded, black material. Random cloth patches with vague, superficial sayings on them are sewn into the tight, black denim hugging his thighs, and the thought of how they would feel on your clit stirs up a bubbling giddiness in your chest.

Haechan doesn’t fail to catch your longing gaze, accidentally peeking through the indifferent shielded facade for a millisecond. A bright, sly smile spreads across his face, noticing your eyes zeroing in on his jeans, solving the mystery of your weakness. Your slip up confirms his suspicions: you have a thing for his thighs. There was a specific reason he wore these jeans tonight. Against your best interest, you took the bait, just as the mastermind had planned when he wiggled the tight jeans up his long legs this evening – hook, line, and sinker.

"Well, I like it. I think you should dress like this more often," he suggests in a provocative voice.

Blinking a handful of times, you get a grip on your full consciousness and return to swiping a tube of shimmery peach lip gloss over your lips. "Well, I think you should keep your opinions to yourself."

You can feel his thirsty eyes undressing you from behind as you go about collecting the remaining cosmetic products laid out on the wide vanity table and storing them in your small makeup bag. Ideally, you would’ve zipped it up quickly and evaded the premises but, of course, at one of the worst times imaginable, its metal zipper gets caught on the matte bag's fabric. You groan and fiddle with it, paying no attention to the pestering nuisance’s movements.

To Haechan, there are very few things in this world that are more entertaining than provoking people to visible irritation, bonus points if he gets swatted or yelled at by whomever it is he decides to target. In terms of his all time favorite individuals to tease, you're one step behind Mark and Renjun, and a hair ahead of Jeno and Jaemin.

There’s a difference between the reaction he’s looking for from them versus the reaction he’s looking for from you. Eventually there will come a day where he’ll do or say something that will push you past the point of no return.

Maybe, just maybe, that day has arrived already. And quite frequently, the word "maybe" gives Haechan the green light to go ahead with whatever, or whomever, "maybe" pertains to. And that’s the color that flashes before his eyes.

GREEN

"Isn’t it past your bedtime, y/n?" he asks, suddenly caging you in against the table from behind. Both of his hands have a secure hold on the edge of the white, wooden vanity so you can’t escape.

You gasp but, to his surprise, don’t hesitate to roll your hips back, raise one of your eyebrows. Indulging his rash advances, you grind your ass into his growing bulge. "I don’t have a bedtime, Haechan. Stop treating me like I'm six."

He snickers with a dark, threatening tone, latching his hands onto your hips. "I’ll treat you however I fucking want to, sweetheart." He tugs your body closer to his before pulling away momentarily to point at the decorative bow sewn into the dress over the small of your back.

"God, why is your dress like this? You know what? I should go get some scissors," he half-jokes.

The sleeveless, strappy black dress your roommate loaned you had a low drooping neckline, a strappy, loose back and was adorned with tiny beads that dotted the material in simple circular patterns. The final touch to the dress was a large, thick bow that protruded out from the dress over an inch. You can understand why it would be annoying to grind up against you if it meant the stiff bow would be poking you. and your roommate loaned it to you to wear as a deterrent if someone tried to grind up against you for more than two seconds.

He removes both of his hands and pulls on the bow, falsely assuming it would unravel, without knowledge of its superficial purpose as decorative addition to the dress only. "First of all, it’s not my dress, I borrowed it from a friend… and secondly, I-" you say before slipping out from where you were pressed against the table. Haechan doesn’t stop you from reaching the door and twisting the knob. "Like the design. And weren’t you the one who said you like my dress before?" you tease before closing the door behind you.

It’s not that you don't want to fuck him, it’s that it didn’t feel like the right time. You don’t know what you’re waiting for exactly, since rationally, you know there isn’t going to be some predestined sign that spells it out for you.

You’ll know it when you get there, you resolve.

Cracking the backstage door open to see the rowdy crowd, you realize that lagging behind in the dressing room was one of the worst decisions you’ve ever made. You originally planned on finding Renjun, Jeno and Jaemin but now that you’ve been exposed to the jam packed condition of the concert hall, you reason that to merge with the rabid crowd would be too big of a hassle. You settle on hanging around the very outskirts of the hall until it’s over in a half hour.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spy three muscly men wearing shirts that have "SECURITY" printed in white, block lettering across their chests. You look away for a mere moment before checking their location again, and discover them to be headed in your direction faster than you initially perceived. They're carrying something you can’t identify in the dark until their proximity is too close for comfort. You give them more space, immediately stepping out of their way as they haul three steel guard rails, presumably headed to the front of the concert hall that's getting rowdier by the second. Stepping towards the wall and facing away from the intimidating, macho looking men as they go by seems like an okay idea at the time, but that’s before you feel yourself gravitating in the direction they're carrying off the precautionary measured objects.

It crosses your mind that the dark, booming atmosphere might have blurred at least one of the security guard’s depth perception like yours had been. The man at the tail end of the metal barrier didn’t know how close you were to the rail but it wasn’t solely him blind to their careless mistakes. The entire trio were carrying the rails forearms-length away from their bodies, meaning they could have easily hit someone going by. In your case, the cost of their negligence was your dress. Only your ears hear the awful sound of fabric being ripped, the blame to be placed on one of the outstretched hooks on the guard rails that caught on the large bow protruding from the back of your dress. To your horror, you realize that your modesty will foot the bill quicker than you can escape the crowded concert hall to hide in the private dressing room.

With every step further, the back of your dress is ruined a little bit more. The decorative beads that were dotted along the thin material pop off next, dropping like the humiliated, frustrated tears threatening to mess up your makeup. Any damage dealt by the potential cosmetic mess on your face can’t hold a candle to the horrifying moment your saturday night outfit would be completely ripped down the back. If the booming music wasn’t so loud, you would have heard each and every one of the plastic beads hit the dusty ground and roll out of sight. Even louder than the blasting tune of rock music, you could hear the blood pounding in your ears, faster than the most skilled guitar player could pluck the instrument’s strings.

The garment is barely hanging on your body, less than a dozen seconds away from being tattered ruined rags as the security personnel move closer towards the stage. You envision the back of the dress splitting in two down your spine. Your hands would be gripping what was left of the dress in an attempt to keep the most private parts of your body concealed. You try to tug on the looped material of the bow, wishing it would unhook the unreasonably durable string of the decoration and the metal hook, but the snagged decoration won’t budge. To make matters even worse, your mistake causes the tear to change course. It bends around your frame to the front and, because the universe has something against you, is on track to steer up through the valley of your breasts.

You come to terms with the imminent, ghastly humiliation, the possibility of it slipping off in the front and exposing your breasts to the concert goers because you tried to hold the back of the dress instead and failed to get a good grasp on both sides, or the opposite scenario of holding the front and your backside being revealed for every stranger nearby to gawk at. Holding what you can, you squeeze your eyes shut and wait for the full exposure that never comes.

A warm leather jacket is thrown over your shoulders while a pair of scissors snips the horrifyingly sturdy bow to free you of the gravitational pull towards the stage.

"You’re lucky I found a pair of scissors in the back," Haechan mumbles in your ear from behind you.

The leather jacket he wore today is long enough to stretch almost the same length that your tattered dress does – or did. But being a tiny bit shorter than that one means that when you push back against Haechan, your nearly uncovered ass grinds against his erection again.

You didn’t expect your body to interpret the "right time" as 10 minutes after your previous sexual encounter, but you also didn’t expect something as dreadful as your dress being torn to bits happening tonight either.

Why continue to deny your body of what it's been thirsting over?

Haechan reaches around to your front, and thumbs your panties to the side. He licks his lips, sliding his fingers through your wet folds. "Already so wet, huh?"

"Just fuck me already," you breathe out in one exhale. "...p-please."

"Wooaah, a please?" he teases with mock astonishment. "And without a condom?"

He crouches down to sweep your soaking panties down your legs, stripping you of the only piece of clothing that isn't shredded. He tucks your panties in his back pocket...a wet keepsake, if you will, that you'll never see again.

Unbuckling his belt, and then unbuttoning and unzipping his tight black jeans, he removes his hard cock from the strained, denim confines, stroking his erection with the little precum leaking from his tip.

"I love hearing you use the-" Haechan lines his head up and, without sparing you a second to adjust to his long, tear-provoking size, shoves his entire length inside your pussy, roughly. "-magic word for me."

He's drastically bigger than you imagined he'd be, bigger than anyone and anything that's ever been in you before, spreading your insides and taking your breath away. He generously allows your tight walls a handful of seconds to stretch around him, attempting to accommodate his thick size so quickly. As the stinging pain fades away, you loll your head to the side, providing Haechan with sensitive skin to nibble on. After a few experimental, shallow thrusts, he is on his way to working up to a steady harsh pace.

A good number of the concert goers that stumble by are either too drunk or too high to notice the way you twitch every so often from him vigorously rubbing your clit. It’s the sober attendees that you need to look out for, the ones that might put two and two together, and figure out for themselves that he’s using your pussy rough and dirty, ravaging you like a common cheap whore, and you're just letting him get away with it.

...actually, why not let them look?

They should be so lucky as to get a brief glimpse of the action that’s going down here right now, in the middle of a packed concert hall. What a stunning sight to behold, you imagine. You’re almost jealous that you’ve never had the privilege of watching a couple fuck in public. Although, you know for sure that the thrill of some stranger perhaps watching you fall apart on Haechan’s cock is 1000x more thrilling than seeing somebody else doing the obscene deed in a place they certainly shouldn’t be.

"You like it like this, huh? Like it when I fuck your tight cunt in front of all these people? I bet everyone that walks by can hear you whimpering even with your pretty mouth closed," Haechan pants in your ear with a gruff tone.

"n-no, i-"

"Ha! You’re trying seriously trying to tell me you don’t-"

You elbow his upper shoulder with a surprising amount of force. "Stop cutting me off."

You don’t need to turn around to know he’s sticking his tongue into the inside of his cheek out of irritation, annoyed by how you're still talking back even though he's buried inside you. He didn’t think you'd be so bratty beforehand. It makes him want to punish you to the point where you can't walk tomorrow, feeling compelled to put you in your place.

"Aw, sweetheart, you’re cute when you’re angry," he coos. Something about his voice tells you that you just sealed your fate for something that will most definitely be done to you later.

Haechan is the first to spy three pairs of keen eyes gawking at you two through the crowd. They’re three pairs of eyes that can read you like an open, erotic book. They know your body language and facial expressions well enough to instantly identify why your body is trembling, and why your lips are curled inward in an attempt to suppress screaming their bandmate’s name.

Your body is suddenly rigid, almost paralyzed when you see Jeno, Jaemin and Renjun staring at you and Haechan a minute later. "Aw, what’s wrong, y/n? Don’t want your friends to see me using you like a dirty little slut in front of everyone?"

"I-I think, um…that’s-" You're at a loss for words, momentarily dizzy from the feeling of his cock before snapping out of it.

"You- you- you think that what?" he mocks your stutter. "I think that they're probably wishing it was them fucking the cute smart girl dumb. Not so pure now, are ya?"

"Oh my god, shut the f-fuck up," you snap.

"Hm, someone’s being pretty bold tonight. Didn't know you had it in you, sweetheart."

You scoff. "You think you know me so well, huh?" You push your hips back, fucking yourself on his cock without him having to do the work for a moment. He squeezes his eyes closed, a shaky pleasured moan escaping his heart shaped lips. You huff out a short laugh. "Only thing I'm thinking right now is...is that all you got?"

Haechan slows his pace marginally. "Trust me, babe, you can’t handle all of me. I’m trying to be nice here."

"Wow, for once in your life you’re trying to be nice to me."

"Fuck, y/n. If you wanted me to be mean to you, you coulda just said so," Haechan says, irritably.

"Why are you getting mad at me? I thought I was the prude and you were the experienced expert here. Shouldn’t you know what I want, hm?"

"You're right, baby. I do know what you want." Haechan inches his hand around your waist, pulling your dress up in the front until his fingers meet your uncovered clit again. His hand is the only thing protecting your pussy from prowling eyes. "Actually, I know everything about you, y/n. Everything." He aggressively rubs messy circles around the sensitive spot and snickers, tauntingly, when your body twitches in his arms.

"Y-you don’t know shit about me," you protest, weakly.

"Well, all I know right now is that you want me to make you come. And you're in luck. I've decided that I'm going to be very very nice tonight," he says as he accelerates the pace in which he pumps inside you and abuses your clit. "Let's give the band a nice show."

It feels both exciting and embarrassing that Jeno, Renjun, and Jaemin are watching Haechan fill you up, as if they're viewing VR third person porn in real life. Haechan alternates between sucking on your neck and biting the impressionable flesh in several different spots simultaneously, burying his cock inside you as people sway to the music, and stumble by alarmingly close. The lead vocalist sticks to his promise, pounding your core mercilessly, until you’re holding on by a thin thread, using all your might to hold back the floodgate of pleasure for just a little while longer. You're practically drooling over the entire scenario, and noticing his band members have all been palming themselves through their jeans is your last straw.

"You sh-should’ve fucked me sooner," you hiss over your shoulder right before one final harsh thrust from Haechan sets you free. Your orgasm roars through your body while he continues to rock in and out of you rapidly, the only sound your mind can register being the blood pounding in your ear and his ragged breaths against your love bite marked neck. The music from the concert ceases to exist.

Flexing every muscle in your body prolongs the pulsating high. Your warm walls spasm and flutter around his large cock, ultimately compelling Haechan to release inside you significantly earlier than he pictured so many nights prior to this glorious one. His hot cum fills you up, painting your walls with white. A melodious, high pitched noise spills from his pretty mouth, and you fear that you might develop an addiction to milking those pretty sounds from him.

"How does that feel, sweetie? Being full of me like this."

"Feels amazing, baby," you sigh dreamily, content with the warm sensation. "Can we stay like this for a bit?"

Haechan replies to your request with a happy hum.

You spend another 2 or 3 minutes stuffed full of his cock, before he wraps his hand around the base and slides out of you with ease, the sticky mess he made inside of you quickly following. Cupping his hand between your legs, he collects a small portion of the cum leaking from your throbbing hole in his palm. If the atmosphere wasn't so shadowy and the dim lights adequately illuminated the venue, a stranger would undoubtedly see the salty white dripping on the floor when he moves his hand.

A part of you wishes that your friends would maneuver their way through the masses, get on their knees and watch the cum seep from your sensitive slit up close. Haechan could stand behind you, holding your dress up for them, whispering things that would make your body surge with searing red hot humiliation.

You make a mental note to yourself to bring that up in the future whenever (or if ever) you can muster up the courage to propose what you might call a "fun band bonding activity" or something along those lines, provided Haechan is willing to share you at least once.

Recovering some conveniently placed, crumpled up tissues Haechan stored in his leather jacket pocket, he wipes off his hand. "I...like when you call me baby," Haechan admits timidly, tone hinting that he's bashful vocalizing his soft spot for the pet name you used.

"Yeah?"

You spin around to face him and feel some of the cum he left inside you start to trickle down your thighs already. You put one hand over his heart while the other hand holds the flaps of his leather jacket together. Obviously, it would be a piece of cake to zip it up and rid your busy hand of the chore but something tells you to leave it open for whatever it is that Haechan intends to do to you next.

"I knew you would like it, Haechan. You know why?...because I know everything about you, baby."

The corners of your mouth curl up, amused by your own joke which, predictably, provokes another annoyed tongue into the cheek expression from him for the umpteeth time tonight. His eyes travel south to your parted lips and you feel the fluttering in your abdomen and in your heart. Never in your life have you ever encountered something more intense than the handful of moments Haechan dedicates to fixating on your mouth, mesmerized by the faint glimmer of the red strobing stage lights reflecting off of the surface of your glossy lips.

"God...fuck it," Haechan curses before sacrificing his ego to feel your lips on his.

Within the blink of an eye, he has you flat against his chest, snaking both of his hands between a sliver of the unzipped leather jacket you left unguarded, tightly looping his arms around your middle to draw you in as close as possible. His arms hold the flaps of the leather jacket open but it doesn't matter when your front side is pressed against his and your bodies are stuck together like glue.

Haechan's lips hover over yours for a millisecond before your mouths collide in a passionate kiss, his tongue penetrating the seam of your lips instantly. For years, neither one of you wanted to be the poor soul to take the leap, too stubborn and prideful to set aside the seething animosity that brewed for what might as well be considered an eternity. But Haechan's impatience betrayed the unspoken promise he made to not divulge the real reason he's been a menace to you since day 1.

You pout when his tongue leaves your mouth after a dozen seconds, still hungry for more. The thought of the other band members promising to buy you food after the concert was completely wiped from your memory drive now. All you wanted was him.

He snickers at your reaction to his withdrawal and lays his head down on your shoulder lethargically. A comfortable silence settles between you and Haechan despite the rock music rumbling through the venue, the structure of the building physically vibrating, and the goth mob, clad in black, multiple piercings and extensive tattoos threatening your newfound serenity. Smack dab in the middle of the chaos, all of it melts away.

Haechan takes a deep breath, stamina restored and sex drive replenished. You gasp as he softly licks up your neck to serenade the sweet spot by your ear with wet, lingering kisses. Unwinding one of his arms that was tightly wrapped around your body, he trails gentle fingertips down your skin excruciatingly slowly, compelling every hair to stand erect along the way.

"I hope you're not too sore yet, sweetheart," he remarks in a lustful voice that demands submission. From your messy, half glossed lips spills an involuntary sob as Haechan shoves his fingers inside you suddenly. "...I wanna see you come on my thigh next."

heyyyy happy 2022, you guys!!

i didn’t plan on it initially but surprise! i'm starting a series out of this! to those disappointed the first thing i'm posting this year isn't 00 liner's watch me or pt 3 of jaemin's white lies series: i’m still chipping away at the two, i haven't forgotten! i hit a wall with both of them but i'm not NOT going to complete and post them. that'd be like a cumulative 25k words down the drain:/

okay, 'tis all i have to say😌 if you can and have the ability to get fully vaccinated, please do so! i hope you + your loved ones are/stay healthy and safe💗

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Love and Leather /part seventy four/

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: Hope every one is staying safe out there! the world is a scary place atm. s/o to @xxisxxisxxis​ for getting me out of my slump

Warnings: language, dash of angst, smut

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*November 1995*

~Nikki’s POV~

I stopped at the bathroom door, hearing Vanity cursing quietly and slamming drawers closed. I opened the door up seeing her trying to get a lid to a pill bottle-Wait.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I questioned, watching her become startled as she looked at me, “Are those fucking pills?”

“Yes they’re pills. What does it look like? I can’t get this stupid thing open.” She spoke through gritted teeth, knuckles white as she tried again.

“Why the hell do you have pills in our god damn house?!” I quietly shouted, knowing Arianna was right in her room getting ready for school, “I thought you were sober!” I took one giant stride and snatched them out of her hand.

“Nikki? What the hell! Give them back. It’s not what you think it is.” She said, trying to reach for them but I put my hand on her shoulder and gave her a light shove.

“What the fuck is the matter with you?! It’s not even seven in the morning. And you’re already trying to get high. What the fuck Van? Our daughter is in the next god damn room.”

Vanity scoffed, “Babe. You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m fucking ridiculous?” I glared at her as I untwisted the cap and dumped the little white pills in the toilet.”

“Nikki! No!” She stared at the toilet in horror before shoving my chest.

I quickly grabbed her wrists and held them in front of our bodies, “Vanity, what the fuck?”

She looked at me, cheeks red and tears in her eyes, “That was my birth control, Nikki!” She rugged away from me, looking down in the toilet as she ran her hands through her hair and pulling on the ends.

“Well why the fuck isn’t in one of those little discs.” I tossed the bottle in the trash as I looked at her, “Vanity, I am so sorry. I thought-“

“Yeah I know exactly what you thought!” She rolled her eyes, “The pharmacy didn’t have my usual birth control and gave me a generic brand. That’s why Nikki.” She groaned, “Damnit, I just picked them up yesterday.”

“Uh...can’t you get more? I’ll go pick them up for you. I’m sorry Van, I thought...” I rubbed the back of my neck, avoiding her glare as I sighed, “I’m sorry.”

Vanity remained quiet as she threw the pill bottle in the trash, “It’s fine, Nikki.” I watched as she leaned forward to add more gloss on her lips.

“I mean, it’s not like we’re having sex.” I mumbled seeing her glare as I smiled in return.

“I don’t take it just so I can be your little cream puff.” She rolled her eyes, “I take it because your child screwed up my menstrual cycle and because I’ve been told I have a few outbursts here and there and the pills you just dumped help keep my hormones in check, which keeps my moods in check. So if you don’t want me to start screaming at you, I suggest you get out of my face and go to the studio.”

“Did you just call yourself my little cream puff?”

“Nikki!”

I started laughing and took slow steps to her before kissing her cheek, “Love you. If you love me later and you find yourself hungry, come by the studio and we can go out to lunch and you can meet John too.”

Vanity elbowed my sternum and I quickly stepped away and put my hands up, “I’m leaving!” I chuckled before leaving the bathroom.

“Bye baby. I’ll see you after school.” I told Arianna as I popped into her room to see she was playing with her barbies. She quickly put them down and came running to me.

“Love you daddy.” She hugged my legs, making me smile and bend over to kiss the top of her head.

“Love you more angel. Be good today.”

*a few hours later*

~Vanity’s POV~

I glanced in the rearview mirror, smacking my lips together after wiping away excess lipstick. I exhaled before glancing over at the studio doors. I figured it would be better to just let this mornings incident go and be civil with Nikki. I noticed behind me some guy in a dodge pick up truck attempt to parallel park behind me. I rolled my eyes before closing the cap on the lipstick and tossing it into my purse.

I closed my eyes and counted to ten when I felt the car move just a bit and the sound of metal being crushed, “stupid idiot.” I muttered to myself before stepping out and slamming the car door.

“What the hell dude? Your truck clearly cannot fit into a tiny little spot. If you can’t drive it you probably shouldn’t have bought it.” I groaned when I walked to the back seeing the rear end crushed and the tail light smashed on the asphalt.

“I am so sorry miss. I wasn’t paying attention. I swore I had enough clearance.” A man with long curly black hair and cut off jorts stood in front of me.

“Yeah, that’s crystal clear.” I rolled my eyes, pushing the sunglasses up to the top of my head, “This isn’t even my car.”

Nikki was going to kill me, than him.

I watched as he dug into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and grabbing his insurance card “I can pay for whatever damage-“

I laughed in his face, “You can pay for a two hundred thousand car to be fixed?”

“Ma’am, I am very sorry. I have a lot on my mind and parallel parking isn’t my greatest skill. We can work out payments or something, just take my insurance card please. I am running late to a band meeting. Again, I am very sorry.”

I tilted my head to the side, as I took his insurance card my eyes widening when I saw the name of the policy holder: John Corabi. So this was the guy Nikki couldn’t shut up about.

I handed it back to him, “You know, it’s not that bad.” I looked at the damage, “My uh, baby daddy will take care of it. Just be careful next time. So, you’re in a band?”

He nodded and fumbled with the paper between his fingers, “Yeah, well, no. Not officially. I sign the contract today. You know, if you wanna forget about this maybe I could take you to see them?”

“See the band?” I smirked, “Maybe we can work something out. What band is it?”

John took the initiative to let his eyes wander down me before I was met with a smile, “Mötley Crüe. You know them?”

I gasped, pretending of course “Mötley Crüe?! I am such a big fan of them! We’ll call it even if you take me with you.” I brought the sunglasses back down and touched the side of his shoulder.

“Wait, really? Uh, oh-okay. Yeah, right this way. This is the studio they work at.” He gently placed his hand on my lower back and guided me across the parking lot.

He reminded me of the crackhead version of Slash if Slash himself was a lot skinnier and less hot.

“You know, you kinda look like a friend of mine. I’m Vanity by the way.” I smiled kindly when he held the door open for me.

“Vanity? Like the mirror?”

I chuckled, “Yes, like the mirror. Another favorite is it being a strippers name.”

“Well are you? Because you are absolutely gorgeous. I’m John.”

“No not a stripper, maybe in another life I was. I feel like I would’ve made a real good dancer. So, you’re replacing Vince Neil, huh?”

He nodded, “Hoping too. I think they all liked me.”

You have no idea.

“Well I think you have very big shoes to fill. I’ve heard a lot of things about the Crüe. That they’re wild and disgusting, devil worshippers even.”

John laughed, “I’ve heard crazy stories too. But I’ve always been a big fan. I left my band to do this so I’m risking a lot. But I think I’ll be alright.”

“I hope so. I’ve heard about the bassist, what’s his name again? Heard he’s kind of an asshole.” I laughed under my breath.

“Nikki Sixx? He seems like a nice guy. But if he isn’t, I can deal with assholes.”

“Yeah! Him! He’s hot but his attitude is totally shitty.” I attempted to keep from cracking up in a fit of laughter by chewing on my bottom lip. John opened up the wooden door the bands studio, the ‘in session’ light illuminated. Tommy and Nikki were laughing their asses off about something while Clementine filed her nails. Mick was in the corner talking to his tech guy.

Nikki glanced over at me, a smile spreading across his lips but it dwindled when he noticed Johns arm was wrapped around me. I mouthed the words ‘relax’ to him as he became confused.

“So this is the band? Wow, real life rockstars.” I pretended to sound enthused as John nodded.

Tommy gave me a ‘what the fuck are you doing’ type look while Clementine tried not to laugh.

“Hey guys, and Clementine. I hope you don’t mind I brought a friend. Her name is Vanity.” John explained was he pointed to a chair I could sit down at.

“Hi I’m Vanity. You’re Tommy Lee, right?” I smiled at Tommy, extending my hand out to him as he shook his head.

“I’m not shaking that because I know where that hand has been.” He leaned closer, whispering to me as I swatted his shoulder.

“Are you not going to introduce them to me?” I questioned John, batting my eyelashes at him as he quickly nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, no, of course-“ he took a sip of his water and cleared his throat, “This is Mick Mars, guitarist and legend.”

Kiss ass. By the eye roll of Micks, he felt the same way.

“And Nikki Sixx, bassist and leader of the band.” Nikki side eyed me as he leaned back into the chair, arms crossed over his chest as he let out a breath of hot air.

“I’m very surprised you’re already bringing groupies around.” Nikki tsk’d as I scoffed at his words.

“She-shes not a groupie. I accidentally hit her sports car.”

“Oh?” Nikki glanced at me, “Sports car, huh? What kind?”

I smiled at Nikki, “A black Ferrari...the damage isn’t too bad. The taillight is busted out and the bumper is a bit crushed in and scratched. His fault, not mine. But I told him my baby daddy would be more than willing to fix it.” I smiled at Nikki, seeing his face turn a crimson shade by each word that escaped my mouth.

Nikki turned his glare to John, “You hit my car?” I shimmied past him to sit down on Nikki’s lap.

“John, meet my baby daddy, Nikki Sixx.” I kissed the side of his cheek before smiling at the both of them, “Small world, right?”

A lightbulb clicked off in Johns head, “Van-Vanity....oh you’re-“

“Vanity Blackwood almost Sixx. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

John looked like he was about to shit himself, “I am so sorry Nikki. I just got a new truck and it’s bigger than my last one. I will pay for all damages and what not.”

Nikki chuckled “We’ll swap information later. Here.” Nikki reached out and handed him a black folder “Read it later and bring it back to me signed tomorrow. It’s your contract.” He kisses the side of my cheek and my neck.

I leaned against his chest, seeing the dumbfounded smile John had before turning to Nikki, “You said if I was hungry to come see you.”

He grinned before rubbing my sides and pulling me off of him, “Let me finish this and then we can go. Do you love me again?”

I pondered on it, laughing when he lightly smacked my knee, “Only if you take me to where I can get margaritas and bottomless salsa and chips.”

*a little while later*

“Baby, you aren’t gonna get drunk, you’re just going to get a brain freeze if you keep it up.” Nikki chuckled and I slurped down my second strawberry margarita. I licked the salt off the rim before taking the tequila shot he had got me.

“Am not. And you’re the one that keeps ordering them for me.” I pointed out before stealing a bite of his nachos.

“So what are we gonna do for Christmas?” I looked at him and shrugged.

“Um, I don’t know? Presents? Tree? Decorating the house? What do you want to do?”

“I want to go to Texas...”

“Texas? What the hell is in Texas- oh Nikki. No, no. I don’t think we’re ready for that..”

He nodded a bit, “I figured, I just want to Uh...make amends with your mother. And Greyson and Sage....again.”

I sat back in the booth as I watched as he munched down on his food, “Let’s do that in the new year, okay? Let’s just give Arianna a Christmas with the both of us for the first time. My family isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.” I suggested softly as he nodded again, opting not to say anything as he took a sip out of his soda bottle.

“I just don’t want them to hate me.”

“They don’t.”

Nikki laughed, “Doll, you don’t have to spare my feelings. It’s alright.”

“No I’m serious. They don’t hate you. They just...they thought higher of you and that you wouldn’t but we don’t have to talk about it right now. Let’s just enjoy lunch and talk about Christmas. Arianna has been talking about that Barbie Jeep to drive around. She saw it when we went to the store a little while ago. And she believes in Santa and I want her too believe in him for as long as she possibly can.”

“But Santa isn’t real? Why would we have her believing in something that isn’t real?”

I stared at him before I started laughing, “Are you serious? She’s a child, Nikki. It’s part of the Christmas spirit and it’s the same with the Easter bunny, the tooth fairy, and magic and fairies.”

“Well, I’m not dressing up like Santa if that’s where this is leading. But I guess we can get her that Barbie Jeep but I want to test drive it.”

I chuckled, “You know it’s made for small kids right?” My phone started ringing and I sighed through my purse to find it.

“Yeah, well, as a father I should make sure it’s safe. Maybe me and T-bone can test it. Make sure it’s up to protocol.”

“Whatever you want Sixx. It’s Clemmy.” I brought the phone up to my ear, “Hey Clem, what’s up?”

Nikki rolled his eyes, “Her separation anxiety is showing.” He muttered as I flipped him off.

“Tell him I heard that.”

“She heard you.” I smiled, he rolled his eyes again and took a sip of his beer, “What’s up though?”

“I was thinking, what if we had a dinner party tonight? To welcome John into the band.”

“A dinner party?” I looked at Nikki as he shrugged and wasn’t interested in it.

“Yeah that would be good. Would give me a reason to clean all of Arianna’s crafts off the dining table. I wouldn’t know what to cook for everyone-“ I stared when Nikki ripped the phone out of my hand.

“Clementine, it’s Nikki. If we’re having a dinner party and the band is coming over, Vanity is not cooking. Just pick up some steaks and I’ll grill them later and get some sides, and beer. Okay? Bye now, we;re busy at lunch.” He hung up on her and handed the phone back to me.

“Always a gentleman, Nikki.”

*Later that evening*

I sat on Nikki’s desk, watching him exhale as he put the guitar down, “What’s up?” I motioned for him to come to me. With a chuckle, Nikki rolled forward a bit and looked at me, “Yes, Princess? What do you want?”

“You love me?” I questioned, spreading my legs and putting either one on the side of the arm rests of the chair. Nikki’s eyes briefly looked down between my legs, catching a glimpse at a black thong under the black skirt I was wearing

“Of course.” His rough hands ran from my ankles to my mid thighs, his lips pecking sporadic kisses against my skin. Nikki scooted closer, keeping a iron grip on my legs before pushing the fabric up my hips.

A breathy sigh left my lips when he kissed against my inner thigh, his tongue darting out before pressing a kiss against my clothed core. I leaned back onto my elbows, his eyes never leaving mine.

Nikki’s hand traveled up my sternum before wrapping around my throat, using his weight to force me down on the paper covered desk. My lips parted when he squeezed my neck, a toothy grin breaking out across my face. I sighed when I felt his hot breath against me, his tongue slowly licking a stripe before twirling it around my clit.

“Can’t wait for dinner baby?” I smirked, wincing when he nipped the inside of my thigh before going back to work.

A laugh mixed with a moan tumbled out when Nikki spat on my pussy, his fingers rubbing it in before spreading my legs more. Hazel hues stared up at me as his tongue found its way inside before they closed and he hummed against my skin.

I pushed black strands of hair out of his face before resting my hand on the back of his head. “Right there, Nikki.” I encouraged in a breathy moan. His hand slipped under my shirt and bra, cupping my breast as he pinched and rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I pushed his head closer to my body feeling his smile, “I think our guests will be here soon.” Nikki paused before continuing. He placed a gentle kiss against my clit before sliding two fingers inside of me, my back arching off his desk as his tongue figure eighted over my clit before sucking on it “Come on babygirl.”

I focused on his movements, feeling my interior walls tighten around his fingers repeatedly. I heard the clink of his belt buckle being undone as I hit my peak, tugging raven strands at the root and biting back moans.

Nikki’s hands quickly grasped around my upper arms, pulling me up to a sitting position. I reached out for his pants, pulling apart the laces as he hollowed out my cheeks and gave me a seering kiss. His tongue drenched with my cum and his teeth pulling at my bottom lip.

I pushed his pants off his hips as he took a hold of his cock and I pushed my panties to the side for him. He let out a groan and my head fell back when he pushed himself inside of me brutally slow.

“Hey guys everyones- oh my god!” Nikki quickly pulled out of me and turned around to stuff himself back into his pants when Clementine came through the office door.

“Get the fuck out! Get out of my office!” Nikki yelled at her as I couldn’t control my laughter.

“Fuck! I’m so-“ She slammed his office door “-Sorry!! But everyone’s here!” Clem yelled from the hallway as I got off his desk and adjusted my thong and fixed my skirt.

“Thanks Clem!” I yelled back, attempting not to laugh and failing “Oh relax.” I stepped towards Nikki and wrapped my arms around his waist, feeling his hard on pinned against me, begging for release.

Nikki looked at me and started laughing before he fell back into the chair and rubbed his face, “To bad your back was turned towards her, you shoulda seen the look she had. It was pure disgust and horror.” He groaned and rubbed himself through his pants, “Aren’t you gonna help me? It hurts.”

“Well I feel good...” I mumbled “Put it away. The band is here and we gotta go downstairs.” I chuckled before I turned away from him and started walking to the door.

“Vanity, if you leave me like this I swear to god you aren’t going to walk right for a week.” He threatened as he quickly followed behind me before he wrapped me up in his arms.

“After dinner- Ah Sixx.” I winced, pulling away from him when he sharply nipped the side of my neck, “After dinner, I promise.” I reached behind and patted his cock to make him jump.

“Dick tease.”

Everyone was already sitting around the table when Nikki sat down at the head of it and I sat down at the other side, “Sorry guys, had to take care of business upstairs.” I glanced at Nikki before taking the bottle of wine Clementine handed to me and poured it straight to the top.

“Like what you saw?” I teased, seeing her cheeks go red as she pretended to gag.

“I’m scarred for life now.” She mumbled before taking a long sip out of her wine glass.

“Ari, baby. Tell auntie we should always knock on doors.”

“Auntie, mommy says you need to knock.” Arianna giggled as she was barely able to see over the dinner table.

“Thanks for that pumpkin. I’ll remember next time.”

“You got a beautiful house, Nikki.” John continued to kiss his ass from earlier as I rolled my eyes.

“Thank you. Vanity is the one that picked it out for us.” Nikki smiled at me as I watched him pop open a beer bottle.

“And he refused to let me decorate it. Said he didn’t want to live like it’s Easter.” I pointed out, arching an eyebrow as I looked at me.

“Because you didn’t want to live in the land of dramatic and dreadful.” Nikki matched my expression as I blew him a kiss.

I looked towards the front door when the doorbell went off, “I’ll get it.” I excused myself, “Start eating without me, Clementine has worked hard all afternoon.” I smiled at the boys, patting Micks shoulder gently as I walked past him.

Nikki reached out and grabbed my hand before pulling me to him and giving me a kiss. The doorbell rang again, “Okay, okay. I love you too.” I laughed, pulling away from his grip.

I walked out of the dining room and to the entry way, seeing a shadow beyond the glass of the door. I opened up, a light gasp falling past my lips when I saw who was standing on my doorstep.

“Deanna?”

[kimsngmn]

Moonlight

(there’s no gif of both them so please enjoy fetus minho!)

Minho x reader x felix

Angel au

warning (s) : Tons of cursing

fluff and a tiny of angst

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The bright moon shines brightly. Every step I go, it’ll always there, no matter where I run off to. The white sky moves quickly with the wind violently hit me. Just like that, the once shining brightly that’s been there for me, it's just gone. No words, just painful feelings in the chest that’s eating me alive.

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Dragging myself to school probably the hardest thing to do. The amount of stress I get from the finals is better worth it. It’s like, I’m not sure that if I’m tired of not working hard enough or I just tired and want to give it up. Everything goes back and forth. You arrive at school, Study for a couple of hours, break time for an hour or even half of the hour. Then continue the study. Again and again. 

Walking to the school’s bathroom and see my reflections in the mirror is exactly horrific. The amounts of eye bags and dark circles are getting clearer. But, hey, for school right? Sometimes I just wish that someone would like, help me to lessen my burden. My mouth lets out a soft sigh and goes to the routine that has been set up for everyone. 

--

“Hey!” A deep voice got my attention as the hall chattered with voices from other students. After all, it’s the time where everyone goes back home. That voice belongs to a boy who taller than me, with freckles scattering all over his face. With his plump lips, he starts to speak again.

Honestly, if I could wish on something, and one of it will be to listen to his voice. It’s like, his voice is that deep enough to make people flutter on inside. And I have to say, His puberty hits him like a truck. A tiny boy that I know from the next door is not sure exactly like this person. 

“Earth to Y/n?” 

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Oh boy, the finals kicking in your ass, aren’t they?” He chuckles as he thought of it. Probably amused how lost I looked. 

“Shut up, Felix.” 

--

“Let’s just say that-“ 

“Nope” I cut him abruptly with ‘p’ popped at the end.

“Oh come on, ” Felix whiny and purposely make his voice higher with his eyes suddenly become the biggest wide eye ever he made, it scares me to think that his eyeball would fall out. 

“Felix, I love you, but I hate you at the same time, would consider that might be, it’s a dumb thing to do?” 

--

“I will kick your damn ass one day, Lee Felix,” I muttered as I tried my best to not scratch myself with all those thorns that on trees all around me. Let’s just say, Lee Felix, my best friend that I would trade with money, decided to be a freaking adventurous at midnight where both of us have classes the next day. He barged into my room without my permission and abruptly wake me up after I just slept? He, my friend, deserve a big ass kick ever. 

Just to find a flower? I mean it’s just a legend. No one knows whether it’s real or not. I swear, there is one of the days where my eye rolls become uncontrollable.

 The Moonlight Flower is a flower that has five petals decorated with dark purple-blue along with white dots that looked like a star. 

People told us that, if anyone found it and wish upon it, his/her wish would come true. But, it comes with a price. It was unbearable pain and thus, the price equal to wish that must think carefully. 

--

I lost Felix in the middle of the forest and I’ve no intention to search for him. Since this forest once our playground, there’s no such thing for us to get lost in this forest. But it does get lonely without him.

Man, Can I just finish this quick? I need to get back and sleep. That’s all I need. I mentally beat myself up for actually accept Felix’s quest out of nowhere. 

The wind breeze makes my heart in peace. And I almost thankful for Felix to bring me out tonight. Almost. The forest itself, not entirely dark because the stars are there to brighten up. My walk has been softly rather than hurried up. Somehow Felix’s word makes me think those flashbacks that happen suddenly out of nowhere. 

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“I wonder what it feels like to wake up knowing you’re in love with someone who loves you too,” Felix asked me as he kicking those tiny stones while we’re walking back home.

“I’ve never been in a relationship before, but, someone told me that, if it’s meant for you, not even the seven skies and seas could keep you from it.” 

“I see,” He said as he looks up to the sky for a while before he turned his eyes and smile at me. 

“It could be any relationship, right? Till then, wait. No, Always. You have me until every last star in the galaxy dies, you have me. And I’ll be here for you.” 

--

 The sounds of crickets can be heard from every direction and the wind breeze now gone and its cold dead end. The star also is gone, somehow, the forest itself becomes deadly. 

I’ve calculated every measurement that I needed, just in case someone or any animals attack me from behind. Every each of the step causes silent, it was an uncomfortable silence. I could feel tense and at this time, I wish Felix is here from the beginning. 

I keep turning left and right. Hoping that I am alone instead of having thoughts of strangers follow me. Life of full surprise right? Out of fear, I just found myself a legend flower; the moonlight flower.

Oh great, now what I am supposed to do? Wish on it? How? 

As I get near to it, it softly glows and for sure, it’s let out a sweet scent. It’s mesmerizing.

“I wish I have someone that I can call mine” I quietly muttered as I cupped the flower. Not sure what am I supposed to do, but, at least I did something right? 

-- 

“I’m sorry but what?” my titled a bit as my face full of the confusion of someone that happens or barges, in my house. Not only that, he has these wings attached to his back. I’m not sure that felix threw a Halloween party without I know about it. 

“For someone who good at academics, you’re not that bright, aren’t you?” His dark brown orbs stare at me along with his lips curled into a smirk. Cocky ass.

“Excuse me? I didn’t ask you to sassy out of me? I asked you, who the hell are you?” 

“Well, sweetheart. As you can see, I’m an angel.” He said as he turns around to show off his beautifully craved wings. His voice for sure getting more arrogant.

“Great, now where’s the devil then? Did he run away because you’re such pain in the ass to handle with?” 

“There’s a line there, little human.” His eyes sparkle with darkness and the whole atmosphere goes cold instantly. “Try your best to control your pretty little lips to not cross it” He whispered into my ears as he bends down a bit to have face-to-face with me. His eyes still glow dark, but his smirk still there.

“Minho. Lee Minho. That’s my name. And, I’m here because of your wish.” 

How is that even correlate with what I wished for?

--

Minho said it’d be fun. Fun my ass.

Minho lays down on the couch making him feel comfortable as his feet rest on the armrest. His whole outfit of an angel that he claimed now turned into a dark grey hoodie with sweatpants. His fascinating wings are gone too.

“Hey,” I said softly, as I walk from the kitchen after heard Minho’s groan in pain. The nearer I get to him, the faster my heartbeat goes. Just to realize that he is having a nightmare. 

I sit down near to his face as he’s comfortable laying on the couch. His face clearly shows that he is in pain. My heart speeds up as I try to touch his face with my finger. The electric shocks linger in my body as Minho’s cold finger touch with my wrist. His eyes still shut.

“Don’t. You’ll hurt yourself if you’re trying to figure me out.” His words contained a warning and sad as his eyelashes go up revealing tears that being held back. 

My heart just dropped.

--

The morning comes and Minho is gone. Half of my heart feels happy when I found that Minho is not there, laying on the couch. While the other is pain and sadness. It was wild, thinking where Minho could have been in this huge city and even if he goes out somewhere, does he even have money to buy something? Why? All those questions make my head spinning around and around. 

It pissed me off. To think someone that I just met last 2 weeks, claimed himself as an angel could make me worried like this. Because he’s the first one to make my heart torn apart like this. And I hate it. I hate this feeling; the hopelessness. No matter how hard you try to get rid of this feeling, it’s always there, haunting you until the end.

Among those 2 weeks, I learned that how lovestruck can he be when sees stray cats. And it took lots of energy to hold him back from chasing those cats. Not to mention, he is a pain in the ass to take care of but he always is there. What an angel you are, Lee Minho. Being able to make me speaks about the pain that I’ve been holding on.

As the rain trickles down my face, that’s when I realize that I’m outside with rain all over me, running like a crazy person. Searching for him. Asking everyone what have they seen Minho by describing his tallness, his hair color, and the outfit. Hoping, desperately. Someone saw him walking here or there. Who gives a damn about the school, when you just lost someone that give an impact on yourself. 

Now I’m left with unwanted feelings and a mind that won’t stop thinking about it, but despite all this, I still have hope. Hoping that he would be there at home, worry about me. Was that another wishful thinking? Or just useless hope?  

The rain won’t stop its tears so do I. Until someone stopped me by holding me tightly from behind and his head are low enough to whisper my ears.

“Let’s go home.” 

It’s him.

God. Please. Let this feeling last.

--

Both of us changed our drenched clothes in more comfortable clothes. I am mad, for leaving the house without letting me know, make me feel this emotion all over the place and make me feel like worthless without him by my side. What’s exactly wrong with my heart? Since when my heart becomes this soft?

As I arrived in the living room, I see Minho playing with his fingers. Is he nervous? Well, he better be for making me worried about him. His hair still drenched with water as the rain falling harder as both of us walked home. Sitting next to him, while waiting for him to speak first. What if he didn’t talk first? Should I-

“I’m sorry” 

Eh?

Minho takes a few deep breaths before continuing. “I’m sorry for making you worried about me, and I-I don’t have any excuse for that. It’s just, I bought something for you and I kinda forgot to leave a note as I abruptly left the house. I don’t even have your number to call you in the first place.” 

Minho briefly looks at me, seeing that I didn’t make any effort to move or speak, he decided to continue anyway.

“When I saw you running from another side to another, just to find me… it just makes me feel this whole new emotion that I never felt before. Like, you looked so vulnerable when that person told you that he never saw me before; It makes me want to protect you and never want to make you feel that sadness ever again. It’s so-“

“Then don’t leave me” My small voice opened up as I interrupted him. My eyes now focused on him, I can see that his shoulders tensed and his face was shocked, but it was gone a few seconds later. A hope rising in my heart.

“I promise you. That I’ll never leave you alone ever again.” 

Both of us shared a smile and laugh all night. We are getting to know each other and surprisingly, both of us have a lot in common. He would tell me, how dumb others angels that he had to handle with. And somehow, both we relate to each other so much. It’s scary, but at the same, it’s nice to have someone that could be related to you so much.

Like a soul mate.

--

“You know, you’ve been so happy these days.” Felix pointed out as both of you walked outside of the school entrance.

“That’s…great? I guess?” I answered him back, unsurely. 

“Well, Y/N I known pretty busy with homework, assignment or, not forget your own best friend's birthday. But go off I guess?” He replied with a hurt tone lies within those words.

Shit. Shit.

“Omg, No, Felix. Sweetie. Happy Birthday!” I said happily, but seeing his face does break some pieces in my heart. 

“Oh, no, no. I’ll treat you with food. Come on, Felix. Don’t ignore me like this.” He walked away as I desperately try to talk to him. 

How can I forget his birthday? What a great friend you are, Y/N.

Try my best to at least at the same pace on him while walking, it does make me why I hate P.E so much. And this boy, freaking athletes in our school. 

“Felix” 

No answers.

“Felix!” At this point, I don’t even care. My hands caught and intertwined both our fingers and run towards any place that both of us can talk peacefully. And hopefully, he wants to talk.

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“Mind reminds me why are here again?” Felix broke the silence that surrounding us for a while. Running away from the crowded place and go to places where almost no one there, do make you feel peaceful for a while. Our fingers still intertwined tightly as I don’t want to let him grasp go. 

“Just…Nothing. I just want to be here. Alone with you.” I answered it, still walking side by side with Felix. My head still finding any excuses to give to Felix about how can I forget about his birthday. Little did you know, Felix’s heart just burst out by how tight you hold his hand.

What should I do now?