#this is all coming out in a word salad but I literally bit my tongue for months cause I didn’t want to get into more fandom drama

[bohemian-nights]

yeah the suggestion that sophie should be erased is deeply annoying to. like i need male centered white women who are fujos to step away from bridgerton and benophie. Sophie being a woman, a bastard woman, and navigating her gendered oppression because of her lower class is integral to benophie. if people want lgbtq representation they can go watch another show, or better yet, create original characters and go write fanfic if they want.

There is a place for LGBT+ rep in Bridgerton, there is even a place to turn a couple of the characters bi, but specifically gender swapping any of the main love interests/protagonists just would not work, and people need to be honest about that. However, they won’t be because they are just using the excuse of the show not being “diverse enough” to not support a Black woman playing Sophie Beckett.

The reality is that Bridgerton has tried to be more diverse than most shows, but they do not have to check every single box or else the show is not “progressive” enough. That’s not how it works.

It’s not “unprogressive” to keep the most oppressed woman due to her gender and class in the eight book series a woman. Again taking rep away from women(and marginalized women at that) to give to a (white) man that way you can see two (white) dudes fucking on screen does not make you “progressive.” Trying most surely does not make you a good ally(seriously where are you people when we are actually getting bad rep?).

Just because you see Black people in a period piece that’s highly popular, in a place where you feel we don’t “belong,” that doesn’t mean that we have to give up our space to fit you inside it.

(Mind you this is a place that we created because if Shonda hadn’t adapted these books added the diversity this series would’ve never done the numbers it has. Bridgerton is a sensation because of racial diversity that isn’t steeped in racism and race. It’s neither here nor there, but we constantly create our own, everyone wants to eat off our plates, and then leave us with scraps after they’ve had their fill).

This whole discourse is just incredibly bizarre, but the thing I find the most disturbing about it is the fact that even if you want to say Sophie should be a man, Benedict doesn’t like men.

I mean this literally should be a non-issue since he has shown 0 interest in men for two seasons and he’s had plenty of opportunities to fuck them if he wanted too.

Now if the show turns around and makes him bi this season(doubtful, but I’ll humor the weirdos) he still clearly likes women too so why Sophie should get the boot is beyond me, but not surprising considering the state of fandoms.

Silently off topic, but kinda related since it comes from the same place of using the lack of prominent LGBT+ rep to justify keeping a Black woman from being Sophie.

Which brings me people who think that Masali Baduza(suspected Sophie) can’t possibly be Sophie and instead insist that she’s either related to the Stirlings(the family Francesca marrys into) or that shes a gender bent Michael.

For issue #1 people claim that Masali and Victor Ali(the man who they suspect is John Stirling) “look alike” therefore she must be playing his sister. Victor Ali and Masali don’t look alike outside of both being dark skinned Black people(the people saying they do look hella suspect🙃).

And while Masali isn’t a household name she did have her own show(Noughts + Crosses) so she’s too big to just be playing someone’s sisters on Bridgerton. Not to mention the secrecy for a side character seems extremely unwarranted.

Now for issue #2, people are using a casting call(cause at least they know that it makes no sense for Masali to be a side character) that allegedly went out two years back to say she’s gender-bent Michael.

If you believe in the casting call(a similar one went out for Kate calling for a Indian actress when she was being cast so it is on brand) it says that the actress cast will be the lead for season four. Francesca’s story most surely isn’t going to be next up(skipping over both Eloise and Benedict? Be real) and it’s also another gendered issue to where if you make Michael into a woman you are changing up the story so much you might as well created an OC.

There is plenty of evidence that suggest Benedict’s season is next, Sophie has been cast, she’ll be in s3, and even if you don’t want to believe the casting call right now, that Masali is playing her, but instead of seeing what’s right in front of them people want to say that it just can’t be.

Overall I feel like people are doing a whole lot of talking and “advocating” for nothing cause they are butthurt that Sophie doesn’t look how they want her to look.

It’s still hurtful though to see that people would rather want Sophie to be a man and take away everything she stands for than see her being played by a Black woman, but again fandoms are unfortunately weird like that.

Let me end this by saying that while my rants my sound like I have gone crazy or am trying to start some bs, I have been suffering in silence since Bridgerton came out nearly three and a half years ago so this is me breaking my silence.

Again this isn’t really about erasing Sophie. It’s about keeping Sophie from being played by a Black woman which is fucking nuts considering that a Black woman is producing this crap.

First it was how Sophie couldn’t be non-white because it would be problematic. Then after Simone was cast as Kate it was how the show had no East Asian representation or Latina rep and had “too many Black people”(where are the Black people besides Lady Danbury and Will 🙃)so Sophie could be non-white, but she should not be Black.

Now that it truly seems like a Black girl it’s how Sophie should be a man cause the show has no LGBT+ rep.

And yeah everyone deserves rep, but the fact that people have continually said that their has been enough rep for Black people as a way to silence us and push their own representation at the expense of Black people is disgusting.

I can not reiterate this enough, the one thing this shitty ass fandom has been consistent in is saying that a Black woman shouldn’t play Sophie Beckett.

All I can say is that I hope Shonda has not listened to the people who keep yelling at her to give them representation at the expense of Black people while at the same time being fucking passive aggressive whiny little anti-Black bitches to her and all the Blackish actors on the show.

[chanshoesunite]

Imagine Chan going crazy at the thought of you wearing sexy underwear for NYE

Content info: Chan loves your red underwear and he's not letting you leave the house before he's shown you exactly how much

Word count: 1785

Warnings: unsafe sex (peeps, please use a condom), dirty talk, use of the words "slut" and "whore", slightly possessive Chan (but then he's a marshmallow again)

"Do we have everything for the party?" You mutter to yourself while going through your bags. You are invited to a New Year's Eve party at Minho's, Jisung's and Hyunjin's place, and because it's a potluck and at least half of your friendship group can't cook for shit, quite a lot of the food preparation has fallen to you.

Chan is leaning against the kitchen counter, helpfully reading your To Do list to you to support you. "Okay, it says 'couscous salad'..."

"Got it." You glance into one of the bags and see that you've packed the bowl already.

Chan shakes his head. "Good luck with making them eat a salad."

You shrug. "I swear to God, Felix needs his vitamins. He still claims yogurt is a fruit."

You boyfriend chuckles and presses a kiss to your temple. "I love how much you're looking out for the boys. Okay... Chocolate mousse?"

"Got it."

"Garlic bread?"

"Yup."

"Pizza toast mixture?"

"Packed."

Chan nods, content. "That's all the food items on the list. There are some other things on here... You want me to read them, too?"

You hum, giving him the go-ahead as you, for good measure, put a bag of crisps into your backpack.

Chan adorable scrunches up his nose. "It says 'do a face mask'?"

"Done, it was a really good one."

"That's why your skin smells like roses." Chan presses another peck to your cheek. "'Organise new bullet journal'?"

You turn around to watch him read. "All done."

Your boyfriend nods to himself but then freezes. "It says... 'Put on special red underwear'?" He quickly looks up, his eyes wide. "Why are you wearing that special set?" He almost sounds whiney. "I thought that was for special occasions!"

You shrug, trying to hide your grin. "It is a special occasion! My Italian grandmother always tells us to wear red underwear on New Year's Eve. Apparently, it's a good luck charm for the next year, especially where love is concerned." You grab the bags, content that you've got everything you need, and make to leave the kitchen.

Chan's hand is suddenly on your wrist, stopping you. "And did you?"

You turn around, glancing first at his hand and then at his face. His expression has turned from good-humoured to... Intense. "Did I what?"

His eyes are already on your breasts where he assumes you're wearing your special underwear under your little black dress. "Did you put it on? The red set?" He pulls you closer, and you find yourself chest to chest with him.

You smirk. "Well, wouldn't you like to know, Channie. Come, we need to go, we're already a bit late."

But Chan doesn't let go. "Let me see, please," he says, his voice quiet, but the energy in the room shifts. Of course you could say no. But this Chan, the one who would literally miss a party just to look at you, is one of your favourite Chans.

You shrug, playing it cool. "Take a look if you want to know so badly."

You didn't expect him to immediately go for it, but he pulls down the neckline of your dress - swiftly, but not in any way that would hurt you (or your dress). And there it is - your beautiful, deep red bra, adorned with lace and tiny beads.

Chan stares for a few seconds, then he growls, "And the matching panties?"

You just nod.

There is something feral on Chan's face as he scoops you up onto the counter and crashes his lips against yours. You drop the bags in the process, hoping nothing breaks for only a second before all thoughts are purged from your mind as Chan's tongue invades your mouth and you moan into him.

He kisses down your throat, bites your clavicle and pushes down your dress even further so he can properly see your bra. He doesn't make to take it off, though, merely slides down the straps so he can half pull your breasts from their confinement. Immediately, Chan moves to suck one of your nipples while his other hand finds its way between your legs. The cloth covering your pussy is already damp, and Chan groans at the feeling. Eagerly, he pushes the tiny piece of fabric to the side and slides two fingers into you. The intrusion is a bit much, but it feels so good, having him want you so badly, knowing he can't resist you, knowing that only the mental image of you wearing something sexy will awaken the wolf in him.

"Fuck," he rasps against your tits. "I need to be inside you now, baby girl."

You whimper at his words and pull him in for another heated kiss, which he gladly gives you. Your hands, so far merely gripping the counter for balance, join his as he blindly tries to open his trousers. This breathless fumbling, clumsy and hurried, is weirdly erotic. It's been ages since you've fucked in the kitchen, and the thrill of it makes you even wetter.

Finally, his trousers are undone, hanging somewhere around his knees, and Chan grips your hips to pull you to the edge of the counter. He raises your skirt so he can see your tiny red panties as he slides his painfully hard cock into you. You groan deeply at the stretch - Chan is always big, but today, he feels huge.

His forehead falls to your throat, and both of you merely breathe heavily for a few seconds. "I don't think I can be gentle and slow," he groans apologetically, and you smile - you have gathered as much from the current setting. "Can I take you hard and fast, baby girl? I promise I'll make you come after - or at the party, if you want, I know you're a little slut who likes being fingered in semi-public settings."

You bite your lip at the suggestion, trying to deny yourself the moan that wants to escape you at the thought of Chan having his fingers inside you in the guest bathroom, pushing you against the sink as he whispers in your ear what a dirty little whore you are. Chan, despite his current state of hyper-arousal, chuckles at your non-answer which is absolutely an answer as he looks up at you. "I knew it."

You roll your eyes. "Just fuck me."

His eyes darken. "Gladly," he says, and the first thrust is enough to rob you of your breath. You cross your ankles behind him, keeping him close, and claw at his shirt-covered shoulders for purchase. God you wish he was shirtless, you love his muscular shoulders. "I'll fuck you so hard you'll only roll your eyes in pleasure, baby girl." His thrusts are hard, calculated, he is trying to still have a grip on himself.

"Wearing underwear like that to a party and not telling me," he growls. "What were you thinking, baby girl? Did you want to tell me there? Have me bend you over in the bathroom so everyone would know who's fucking you good? You little slut. This is my pussy, and I want to know what's covering it. Do. You. Understand?" Each word is accentuated with a particularly hard thrust, and you can hear the oil bottles rattling on the counter behind you. You whimper and nod.

Chan stops his movements. "I said," he purrs dangerously, "Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes," you volunteer hurriedly, "please, Chan, go on, fuck me, I need you to come inside me."

That undoes his calm, and you know it from the way he briefly closes his eyes, whispers, "fuck," and then continues to absolutely rail your pussy, his thrusts hard, fast, but lacking finesse, deliciously sloppy and filled with sheer want.

"Whose pussy is that, YN?" he growls, biting your neck and making you whimper. "Tell me."

"I-It's yours, Channie," you gasp, holding on to his shoulders as he just continuesly pushes into you. "Of course it's yours."

He grasps your chin. "And you better not forget that later at the party. I'll tell you when I want it, and then I'll have it."

You shudder under his intense gaze. "Yes, yes, you can have me, I'm yours," you whine, and his eyes soften. "I love you," he whispers, kissing you briefly, before capturing one of your nipples between his lips again and redoubling his efforts, pouding into you so hard that you can hear the glasses clinking in the cupboards above. You can feel him approaching orgasm, and you whisper dirty nothings to him, about how you'll always be his, how he's so good for you, such a good boy, fucking you so well, better than anyone ever could, and then he's coming with a loud groan, biting down on your neck, eyes shut tightly as he continues to slowly spend himself inside you and then stills.

You are both quiet for a few moments, him catching his breath against you, you sliding a hand in his hair, stroking him tenderly.

"I'll kill you if you get come on these panties," you finally say, and Chan laughs, his high laugh that's not sexy in any way but so entirely Chan you can't help but laugh along. He grabs a piece of kitchen towel before sliding out of you, cleaning you up expertly and then tucking himself back into his trousers.

Chan leans in and kisses your nose. "I love you," he says, before kissing you properly, slowly, lazily. His forehead pressed against yours, he straightens your dress again and finally helps you off the counter.

Glancing at the kitchen clock, you sigh. "I love you too. And we're so super late. And if that sting in my neck is anything to go by, there are at least two lovebites blooming there." You catch your reflection in the glass cabinet and see your fears confirmed. "You are utterly ridiculous, my love," you conclude, sighing again.

Your boyfriend slides his arms around your waist, cheek pressed against yours as he also inspects his work. "I take no responsibility. You demand to be fucked when you're wearing that. I can't promise I'll make it through the night without having to get you alone somewhere."

You shake your head. "I'll go get changed. You are a menace."

Once again, Chan catches your wrist. "Don't you dare," he growls, part of his arousal back in his eyes. "This will make the party all the more interesting."

"Chan, they'll never invite us again if you're gonna be horny all night," you protest.

He grins and shakes his head as his hand slides under your dress, cupping your scantily clad bum. "They have to. You made all the food."

[neoculturetravesty]

take the damn hint

Image adapted from here.

Pairing: Jeno x Reader Genre: smut, pwp, literally just porn without plot, a little fluff Warnings: 18+, female masturbation, use of vibrator, nudes, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), daddy kink Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You are horny out of your fucking mind and your boyfriend just. Won’t. Take. The. Damn. Hint.

A/N: Literally just filth. No story whatsoever.

To put it politely, you were needy today. Nothing in this world was getting you to focus and of all days, today had to be the day your boyfriend decided to be a good student. 

‘Hey babe, when does your class end?’ you texted.

‘In 10 min, then I’m headed over to Jaemin’s for the group project,’ he replied.

‘Meet me by the benches for a little 🥺’ you hinted.

'Babe, I can’t. I’ll see you tonight 😘’ he texted back frustratingly so you gave it up for a bit and decided to go about your day like a normal college student. You were a functioning member of society who could put a leash on her libido, no problem.

But as the day went on, the heat between your legs became difficult to ignore. You knew it was wrong to sit on the very edge of your chair in the lecture hall and expect it to provide some friction. You knew you sounded desperate when you texted Jeno in the middle of class yet again,

‘I miss you 😞💦’ just so he would take the damn hint but got an extremely frustrating,

‘Aww miss my baby, too. Can’t wait to see you when i get home xx’

You knew it was getting bad when you slid forward on your chair so the inseam of your jeans would push against your pussy. But when you began to grind against your own damn jeans right there in the lecture hall? That might have been what finally flipped the switch. You found yourself gripping the edge of the table so hard that your knuckles were strained, and now there was nothing else left to do. So you shot up and rushed to the bathroom. Because at this point, you were way too fucking horny for any sort of subtly.

You looked about to make sure no one was around, unbuttoned your shirt just enough so you could pop a tit out from above your bra, took a selfie in the mirror and sent it to your wonderfully unassuming boyfriend,

‘Headed home. Come fuck me or i’ll just have to go to town with my vibrator.’

You hit send, buttoned yourself up and rushed out the door with the urgency of someone about to miss the train. You had barely made it to the apartment you shared with Jeno before your clothes were off and you were laid over your sheets, vibrator in hand. 

Fuck, it felt so good. You had the self control of a harlot today, but you didn’t care. Fuck, this was nice. The sheets were smooth and cool and the vibrator buzzed against your clit deliciously and made you properly wet, just the way you wanted to be. It wasn’t a good enough replacement for your boyfriend’s cock or tongue, but beggars can’t be choosers. So you laid back and grinded into the sheets while the toy gave you what the chair in the lecture hall or your own damn jeans did not. So what if you were missing class? The heat in your pussy was far more important than any sort of education you were going to get today.

You rolled your nipples between your thumb and index and knew you were horny out of your fucking mind when your hips lifted off the bed and air humped your vibrator. You wanted to be fucked. You needed a cock inside of your fucking pussy. Fuck, why hadn’t you bought the dildo when you had the chance? You had stupidly thought that you didn’t need one because you had a fucking boyfriend that could take care of that need. Fat load of good that did you, no pun intended.

Honestly speaking, you were horny enough that your eyes were darting all over your room for any cock shaped object, and at this point, your mind wasn’t above wondering if there were any cucumbers left over in the fridge because Jeno had bought some a couple of days ago to make a salad. Fuck, why wasn’t your stupid boyfriend here yet? Maybe the selfie hadn’t been enough motivation. Maybe you should make a video of yourself like this and moan his fucking name out and maybe that would make him start thinking with his cock rather than his brain like he’d been doing all day. Literally, what college boy in this damn world would turn down an extremely willing girlfriend that had sent him a nude, begging him to fuck her? He had to be some sort of a saint. 

But before your mind could go to even pervier extremes, you heard the almost relieving sound of the door being unlocked. So what was a horny girl to do? You decided to give your boyfriend a show he would never be able to turn down. You shot up to grab what you wanted from his closet before you laid yourself down once again. You arched your back and spread your legs and pointed your dripping pussy towards the door so this would be the first thing he sees when he came in and you moaned out like all the porn girls you knew he watched. You grinded on the sheets sensually and you pumped a few fingers in to make sure your pussy dripped down as obscenely as you wanted it to. 

And when Jeno walked in, he saw his girlfriend, laid out in nothing but one of his button down shirts, pleasuring herself with a toy. And despite his right mind, the sights and the sounds were going straight to his cock.

“Baby…” he gasped as he took you in and it pleased you immensely to see the bump already forming in his pants.

“Fuck me, baby, please…” you moaned as you stuck your chest out for him even more, willing to be as raunchy as it would take, “I’ve been waiting for your cock all day…”

“Babe, it’s literally… you had class right now…” his eyes were wide and his mouth ajar, even if his cock was getting stiffer. Because watching you touch yourself wearing nothing but his own damn shirt like a robe was a vision straight from his wanktasies. 

“Yeah, but I kept thinking about you bending me over and fucking me so good, baby. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but that,” you moaned in your lie, because truth be told, it technically wasn’t the thought of your boyfriend in particular that had you air humping anything to give you relief all day. You were just a hornball that needed to get off.

“Baby…” Jeno whispered and hovered over you to kiss you because he couldn’t take it. A beautiful girl was laid out on his bed, masturbating and high strung and despite what you had thought, he was no saint. Also because this wonderfully needy girl, pussy dripping all over his sheets just so happened to be his girlfriend. So he climbed over you and kissed you and you kissed him back so hungrily that for a while, the toy buzzed between the two of you, forgotten, while you took his face in your hands. You kissed him like a woman depraved and you weren’t completely unaware of how sloppy you sounded in the moment. In the condition you were in, the mad sounds of your tongue in his mouth were only turning you on more, so you made the kiss even dirtier.

“I’m gonna need your cock inside me, baby. I promise I’ll suck you good later,” you gripped at his shirt and lifted it over his head and he nodded and you thanked the heavens above that your man finally understood that your need was urgent and you’d been so fucking horny all morning and you’d been playing with yourself so long that you could give piss all about foreplay. You needed him to stop being a fucking gentleman, because fuck, you just wanted to be dicked down, and you were pretty sure that wasn’t a lot to ask.  

Finally, you felt the air shift and saw your boyfriend’s eyes darken and almost screamed for joy, because fucking finally, he was growing some balls and taking control like you’d been subliminally begging him to do all morning. He used the strength in his arms to flip you over and you squealed out and earned a strong hit to your ass that made you moan and grin from ear to ear.

“Mmm Daddy…” you moaned high pitched to egg him on. You’d seen the kind of porn this boy was into. He wasn’t that slick. And you had no problem playing his fantasy in this moment, not if it meant that it would get him to fuck you like you’d been dying to be fucked all morning.

“My baby just wants to be taken like a slut, hmm?” he talked in a strained voice as you heard him unbuckle his pants behind you. He grabbed a fistful of your hip with one hand and pushed his bare cock against your needy, dripping hole with the other. He moaned thickly when he sank in full to the hilt; then his hands found their anchor on your tits and then finally, he began fucking into you. You screamed out because fuck yes, you finally got him where you wanted him. He wasn’t being sweet or considerate or careful and just moving like he wanted to fuck your brains out and that is what you had wanted all fucking day from your sweet, loving boyfriend. You didn’t want any trace of the sweet today. You played the raunchy slut with your words and voice so he would take the hint and fuck you like one.

“Ahhh, yes, yes, yes, Daddy, YES!” you moaned like a slut, not holding back anything you were feeling. Jeno was used to your wild phases in bed, even if your neighbors were not, but you didn’t give a flying fuck, not today. Today, you just wanted to be railed till you saw stars and your pussy was sore and happy. 

“Fuck, my baby’s been waiting for me to come fuck her, huh? My baby wanted to be fucked so good by my cock?” Your demeanor was giving Jeno increasingly more confidence. Just as you had known it would. So you played into his fantasy even more to give him more motivation and moaned in voices you knew would drive him crazy. You trained him into taking control with your horny sounds and your needy movements and by playing his goddamn fantasy, and if you would go to hell for it, so be it, because the pleasure in your pussy was worth any consequence you’d face. Jeno clutched your tits and pulled you back so you’d be pressed against his chest and his cock would fill you up more completely.

“Yes, Daddy, I wanted your big cock to slam into my tight pussy!” you gripped onto the headboard as he fucked you faster and now, you didn’t have to play anything up. Now he was really fucking you hard and fast, exactly how you wanted, so your mind was blank and all you felt was this crazy horny desire that you had created.

“Does my baby want me to rub her clit?” Jeno kissed your cheek and your neck repeatedly.

“Yes, Daddy, please!” you turned your head to kiss his lips and Jeno brought his fingers to your clit and rubbed you and you lost any shred of right mindedness you may have been holding onto. The pleasure was so fucking decadent that you nearly let go of your body so Jeno put an arm around your neck and pulled you in so were sitting back on his thighs with his cock filling you up and his fingers strumming you so good that you all but screamed out. Jeno knew that you could be a screamer. Jeno would usually lose his damn mind any time you let go of everything and moaned and screamed for him this way.

So he rubbed you raw and used his strong arms to keep you in place on his cock. “Bounce for me, baby,” he growled in your ear and you complied, while he rubbed and rubbed till you were screaming his name out and coming all over his cock and quivering in his hold. You’re been holding out for so long and Jeno had used his cock on you so good that you came hard. The orgasm lasted so long that you felt your vision blur to white before it came back. Jeno held you down then and fucked you hard and fast till he came as well and you both laid on the bed side by side, panting and staring up at the ceiling, almost as if in shock at what the two of you had done.

You grinned wide then and rolled over so you could kiss your poor boyfriend’s lips while he laid there, spent.

“You’re not going to any class today,” you announced as you hobbled off to clean yourself up and laughed as you heard him groan behind you. 

The two of you had always been an odd couple. Jeno had always been the sickeningly sweet boyfriend. He was the kind to bring you flowers, give you random back hugs and sleepily make life changing confessions at night on his pillow. In contrast, your love had always been more physical and a little bit more wild. But somehow, it all made sense.

So you pulled your boyfriend by the hand and took him to the living room couch because you knew he had needs as well. You put on a show he liked in the background and cuddled into him and you let him kiss you slow. Because Jeno needed the sweet, wholesome warmth of romance just as much as you needed the carnal, crazed fire of instinct. 

“You know I love you, right?” he crooned into your neck as he held you. You smiled. This boy always needed to give you the reassurance that his heart was true even after his cock had been satisfied. Maybe he needed that reassurance, too, and you needed to step your game up, because he sure had for your sake.

“Mhmm. And I love you, too. I’m all yours,” you kissed the tip of his nose and let him hold you and kiss you for a while. Because as soon as you felt his focus shift from his cuddles to the TV, you took your chance once again and kissed down his chest till you were on your knees between his legs. You sucked him sloppy till he was a moaning, groaning mess and the debt from earlier had been paid. And then the two of you fucked all day. There would be other times when you could be responsible, well-adjusted college students. When you would attend your classes and go to your study groups and be on top of your assignments. But today was not going to be that day. Today you were going to fuck all day, all responsibilities and life and realities be damned.

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[finelinevogue]

Can we get some more brother!harry?

I really enjoyed your piece where he caught her smoking ❤️

of course you can!! (rip if your name is natalia) hope this is what you wanted;

Natalia.

Beautiful name to juxtapose a horrible excuse of a human being.

Harry was never that great when it came to choosing his girlfriends, but this one was by far the worst. Bekka had been bad, because she had been cheating on Harry with her best friends dad. India was just so toxic, to the point where she’d ask Harry why he wasn’t mad with her over the most trivial things as if she wanted him to be mad. Daya was ok, but she wanted different things to what Harry wanted and so they ended up in a massive argument and ending things quicker than they started. Natalia though, wow. She was something else and that wasn’t a compliment.

You don’t know whether it was just because she targeted you especially, but she was just a downright cruel person. You could easily tell her intentions with your brother were not good. She was a plain ol’ gold digger, evident from the credit card that Harry leant her and she spent so much on it the bank had to call Harry to ask him to authorise that he was aware of the amount of money being spent. She bought a car with his card. A fucking car. Harry was too blinded by her beauty and her experience that he was oblivious to her witchy behaviour towards you. It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to tell him either, it was more that he didn’t care enough.

“No Harry. No.” You argued with him, standing in the middle of the kitchen as he was busy washing the rest of the dishes in the sink. It was just the two of you home at the moment, because Gemma and Anne were spending the weekend at an exclusive spa in Cheshire, so you didn’t understand how there were so many dishes.

“Y/N, it’s not an option. You’re not staying at home by yourself.” Harry spoke sternly back to you, letting out his frustration by vigorously scrubbing the dishes.

“I’m literally 17 - 18 in like 3 weeks. I’m more than capable of staying home.” You stomped your foot to the ground like a child.

“And I don’t care. You’re coming to lunch whether you want to or not.” Harry finished the last plate and dries his hands on the towel next to the sink, before throwing it over to you.

“But she’ll be there.”

“She’s my girlfriend, so you’ll nice to her.”

“If she’s nice to me, then yeah.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the sink to start drying the dishes that Harry just cleaned.

“ Y/N, I swear to God.” Harry groaned in frustration, tugging a stressful hand through his hair. “Can you at least pretend to be happy for me for once?”

“Gee Harry, i’m just so happy to be going out to lunch with you and your girlfriend!” You put on the biggest grin as your sarcasm practically dripped from your tongue.

“Stop being a spoilt little shit and finish those dishes. We’re leaving in 20.” Harry spoke harshly, before leaving the room with a heavy strop to his step. It left you to blink back the tears that you couldn’t help that Natalia was ruining your whole relationship with your brother.

You and Harry used to be so tight nit, now it would be a miracle if he spent a day with you per month. Natalia had come along 5 months ago and she had completely turned Harry’s life around for the worst, only Harry was too ignorant to see that. Anne had come home multiple times to find you crying because Harry had cancelled on you, again, or Natalia had said something that had really hurt. Normally you were okay with taking hate, but Natalia made it somehow worse than that. Even if Anne or Gemma tried to talk Harry about the damage all this was causing you it would always be the same response;

“She just wants attention.”

The restaurant was very pretty.

It was one that you and Harry used to go to all the time, when there was no girlfriend around. It sold the best pastries and life-changing eggs on toast. The food was always delicious and the staff were so completely lovely. You were glad to be coming here, making you feel more comfortable than you would if you went to a expensive fancy restaurant instead. This little restaurant, named ‘Lemon Puffs’ after their infamous lemon, cream and pastry puffs, made you feel safe and happy.

“Remember to just be nice.” Harry spoke as you both approached the table that Natalia was already sat at. She was too busy on her phone to realise you were even here.

“If she plays nice then yeah.” You bit back.

“Y/N just stop being petty, y’pissing me off now.” Harry argued. “Whine like a bitch later. I don’t need it today.”

You stopped talking after that, not having anything else to say to him. He’d made it very clear that you were only here because he didn’t trust you at home by yourself, but by the same token wanted you quiet because he didn’t trust you enough to speak nicely. Harry hugged and kissed Natalia like he hadn’t just seen her last night and then sat down opposite to her, leaving you to sit next to Harry because you sure as hell weren’t sitting next to her. Natalia didn’t even make the effort to hug you or shake hands, in fact you barely got a simple hello.

“You alright, baby?” Natalia asked, twirling her hand into Harry’s from across the table. Disgusting.

“Yeah i’m good. This one’s a pain in my arse, as always.” Even with his joking tone, you knew he was being somewhat serious and that really messed with you.

“Typical.” Natalia rolled her eyes and tutted her tongue, not hesitating to use the opportunity to be mean to you. Harry thought she was merely playing along with his words, but you new otherwise.

“You know what you want yet?” Harry asked as he pulled his own attention towards the menu. You didn’t need to look at the menu, as being here so many times has allowed you to discover the perfect order.

“I think i’m just going to get the salad, but without the chicken, cheese or cucumber.” She answered, sipping on the water she must’ve already ordered whilst waiting for you both.

“So just lettuce?” You asked, not meaning for it to be a condescending question and yet she took it that way anyways.

“Is there something wrong with that, Y/N?” She asked, being really harsh in the way she spoke your name - as if the syllables actually caused her pain to speak.

“N-no I was just—”

“Didn’t think so.” She snapped and turned away from you to look back towards Harry, with her shit-eating grin that didn’t fool you. Harry kicked you leg under the table too, not appreciating the way you were speaking to Natalia. He didn’t even think about the way his girlfriend was speaking to you though. As usual.

“I’ll probably get the salad too.” Harry nodded his head and you shook your head as he spoke. Harry would never normally get a salad. Like, that’s so Kardashian of him. Harry, whenever he came here with you, always ordered a cheese and pickle panini, with extra crunchy pickles, a portion of chips and some halloumi fries too. Oh and then a cake for pudding. He wouldn’t have gone for a boring salad. Fucking Natalia was ruining him and you hated to have a front row seat of it.

“Not the usual then?” You tried to joke with him, but he was clearly still pissed off with you for being… you.

“Why, are you?” He asked quizzically.

“Obviously.” You smiled, which made Harry smile for a split second before Natalia pulled him away from you. Your smile disappeared and a frown settled in, knowing it would stay there for a long time.

“Babe, I am here too you know?” Natalia joked, bur you could see the anger and jealousy behind her eyes. If looked could kill you’d be ten feet under, twenty times over by now.

“Sorry, yeah.” Harry cleared his throat and paid closer attention to her.

Lunch went by slowly.

Natalia scoffed when she heard your order; poached eggs on toast with three pieces of crispy bacon on the side, a portion of chips and a mint iced tea. Oh and a cake for pudding, but you’d come to that later. Natalia ate her lettuce as Harry eat his salad as you ate your eggs on toast with bacon and chips. You loved the food, hated the company and couldn’t make up your mind whether you loved or hated being here. Natalia and Harry talked throughout lunch, leaving you out of all their conversations. The only time Harry spoke to you was when he asked whether your food was okay, eyeing it up as if he wanted to make love to it and send his salad to the nearest dumpster.

“Was everything alright for you?” Paul, the owner of the business and dude in charge of the eggs asked you when all your plates were empty as Harry’s growling stomach.

“Lovely, thank you.” Harry responded gratefully.

“Perfect.” You smiled as you handed your dirty plate to Paul.

“It was a bit plain.” Natalia moved her plate away from her in disgust and Paul put on his best customer smile, apologising for that before leaving to go and ring up the bill.

“Okay i’m just going to go for a quick wee before I pay.” Harry announced, getting up from the table to go to the loo.

“Okay babe. Don’t be too long.” She called out and then it was left just you and her.

“Well this was nice.” You tried to be nice, as Harry told you to, and start a meant conversation with your arch enemy. Kill ‘em with kindness - that was Harry’s slogan wasn’t it?

“If you hadn’t have been here then yeah.” She turned her nose up at you.

“Look,” you began, wanting her to understand something, “whatever i’ve done to upset you and make you hate me, i’m sorry. Just, I don’t want you to dislike me and I know that Harry really likes you so I want us to be able to get along.”

“Listen, Y/N,” there it was again - your name spoken with dripping venom, “I don’t want to get along with you. You make me sick. You are such a baby to Harry and you’re needy, which means I don’t get to spend time with my boyfriend—”

“Don’t get to spend time with him?” You had to laugh at that. Apart from today, you’d seen Harry maybe a total of 2 hours this whole week and it was Saturday. “You’re practically attached at the hip.”

“Not enough. Harry needs to keep away from you, you only bring him trouble.”

“I’m his fucking sister.” You shouted quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace for the rest of the customers.

“Not an excuse. Look Y/N, I understand that you are quite lonely and don’t have many friends? Maybe you should consider that’s for a very good reason?” She rhetorically asked you and that made you sit back a bit. She was pulling apart your insecurities now and exposing them to find the most painful parts, so she could watch you suffer with only the curse of her words.

“It’s not like that.” You tried to convince yourself more than her, tears in your eyes over something so hurtful to you.

“No? ‘Cause I think that you aren’t the kind of person anyone wants around, including Harry.” She stood up dusted herself off as he noticed Harry walk back over to the table, smiling as if she hadn’t just shot his sister in the heart.

Her words stung more than a scorpions tale, and yes unfortunately you knew what that felt like. Natalia was right. You were alone, friendless and just trouble. There was a reason that you were all of this and Natalia had hit the nail right on the head with the reason why. You thought of your friends, his they always disappeared and left you and now you sit in the canteen alone or hang out only with yourself on the weekends. You think to Gemma and Anne going away for the weekend, not inviting you because it was age restrictive but you still couldn’t help but think there was a more pressing reason than that. Then you think of Harry and how he was fed up of you. He couldn’t be more resentful of you if he tried. You wanted to be a good friend, a good daughter and most importantly a good sister, but it was so blindingly obvious that you weren’t. You were never going to be.

You stood up from the table too, quickly wiping away a tear from your face before anyone could notice but you didn’t care to see if anyone was actually watching. Harry kissed Natalia and then walked over to the cashier to pay the bill. You noticed Paul and Harry talking and so you walked out of the restaurant and towards the car, still tears in your eyes. You needed to be strong for yourself though, especially because nobody else was going to be.

You stood with you handle to the door of the car waited for Harry to come and unlock it. You heard high heels before the car was unlocked, unfortunately.

“Excuse me, but I ride front.” Natalia spat at you, removing your hand from the door and chivvying you to the back of the car instead.

“You’re coming with us?” You asked, your heart aching that little bit more. You didn’t want to spend another minute in her presence and yet she would now probably spend the rest of the week until your mum and sister came back.

“Ye—”

“No she’s not.” Harry walked out of the restaurant and over to the car, standing in between the both of you but a little more towards you.

“Babe? What do you mean?” Natalia asked, a little bit shocked at his tone with her.

“Firstly dont babe me. Secondly, get your hand off my car. Thirdly, don’t ever come near me or my sister ever again.” Harry ordered angrily. You’d never seen him this angry before. You stood behind him, afraid of what was about to go down.

“What has she said to you, because—”

“She’s my sister and she’s got a name. Y/N didn’t tell me anything. Lemon Puffs, however, has eyes and ears everywhere and it’s amazing the stories you hear when you’re stood at the cashier or next to someone at the urinals.” Harry accused Natalia and she went hot red in the face, embarrassed that this conversation was actually happening.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No? Maybe this will jog your memory. ‘I think you aren’t the kind of person anyone wants around, including Harry.’” Harry raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest confrontationally. Guarding and protecting you. You felt safe.

“Wha— You think I would say that?” Natalia asked, pretending to be offended by the accusation.

“I don’t know, let’s ask Y/N shall we? Y/N, did Natalia say that to you?” Harry asked, turning to look at you with hope in his eyes, but also sorriness for everything that’s happened. You could see it all behind his eyes and you wanted to squeeze him tight to accept his apology, because you loved him and you needed him.

“Y-yes.” You answered, looking down so you didn’t have to make eye contact with Natalia.

“Harry you can’t possibly believe her.” Natalia laughed, but there was heavy insecurity in her tone.

“I trust her more than anyone. More than you. I trust Y/N with my life.” Harry back answered, taking no more bullshit from his ex-girlfriend. “We’re done Natalia. Okay? I don’t want to see you ever again. What you’ve said and done to my sister is unforgivable and I don’t want someone like you in my life.”

“You were a dick too.” You added quietly behind him and he just turned round to smile and wink at you.

“So what? That’s it?” Natalia asked, dumbfounded.

“Bye Natalia.” Harry walked around to the drivers seat and you to the passenger side. He stopped before opening the door though, wanting to say one last thing. “The bill was split in half by the way. Paul’s just inside waiting for you to pay.”

With that, you both got in the car, laughing at Natalia’s reaction and just everything. Apologises were made and promises of no relationships until you two had built back up yours were sworn. It would take time, but Harry was willing to prove that he was a good brother and you were always going to be someone he wanted around.

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Tonight Is the Night

Reader request. Shawn Mendes x YOU. “The first time that they have sex. Fluffy and romantic.” Word Count: ~2.3 Notes: This has been in my ASK for way too long. I am so very sorry it took me forever to get this written! I hope the anon who requested this follows me or otherwise sees it in one of my tags. As always, I would love to hear what you think (all of you!), even if you want to be/stay anonymous. Warnings: Soft core smut.

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Shawn had pushed aside the coffee table and was spreading out a blanket in the middle of the living room floor of his condo. He had originally planned an evening picnic, somewhere you and he could watch the sunset together, but the weather had changed quickly and unexpectedly. A storm was moving in.

You hadn’t been together long, but long enough that you had recently been moving closer and closer to connecting on a deeper, more physical, more intimate level. Shawn had thought maybe tonight could be the night, so he wanted to wine and dine and romance your pants off, figuratively, before he did so literally.

He scattered a few pillows on the blanket before a large, wicker picnic basket. Beside it was a bottle of wine and two wine glasses, and on top rested a bouquet of wildflowers, which he had put together himself. He hadn’t wanted someone else to do it for him; he hoped it would show you how special you were becoming to him.

Shawn’s heart skipped when he heard the knock on his door.

He answered with a dazzling smile, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Hi baby,” he murmured, drawing you into his arms for a hug. He kissed you, softly at first, but it quickly intensified and turned playful.

His giddiness was contagious and you giggled. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Can’t I just be happy to see my girl?”

“Of course you can,” you blushed. You loved when he called you his girl, or anytime he used little nicknames with you.

“Thank you for coming over. I had to alter my original plan for this evening because of the storm. So, I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes.”

You did, biting softly on your bottom lip. He took your hand in his and led you toward the living room.

“Okay. You can open them.”

When you did, your heart swelled; it was absolutely perfect. “Oh Shawn,” you breathed and grinned brightly. “I love this...!!” You linked your other hand with his as well and rose to your tiptoes to press your lips to his. Kissing Shawn was one of your very favorite things.

When you eased away, he smiled shyly, blushing softly, proud of himself for making you smile the way you were in that moment. “I hoped you would.”

He gestured for you to choose where you might want to sit before sitting down beside you on a pillow next to the picnic basket. He offered you the posy of flowers. “I picked them out myself,” he said, with childlike innocence.

You immediately brought them to your nose. “These are gorgeous, baby, thank you,” you breathed. You angled your body toward him and reached out to dip the pad of your thumb in the cleft of his chin. He took your hand and pressed a kiss to its palm.

From the picnic basket, Shawn withdrew fresh vegetables and pita chips with herbed feta dip, focaccia sandwiches, and pasta salad, and spread them out between you. “Almost as good as a sunset picnic outdoors, eh?”

You shook your head. “No. It’s better,” you smiled. “This really is perfect, babe. I love it.” You bit your tongue before you could add those three little words you had been feeling for him for the past couple of weeks now. You worried it was still a little too soon.

You and Shawn always had fun together, with lots of laughter, and the absolute best conversations. That evening was no exception as you had your date in the middle of the living room floor.

The more wine you drank, the softer, more romantic you both began to feel, the closer you brought yourselves together. The dim light of the lowest setting of floor lamps and the rattle of rain against the windows only added to the ambiance. Your voices grew more intimate, your touches lingered a little longer, and lips found bare skin more often.

~ * ~

Before you could make it to dessert, which Shawn knew was a cliché but didn’t care, a vivid flash of lightning lit up the world outside, followed immediately by an immense crash of thunder, and the power abruptly went out. You shrieked, startling Shawn, who then began to laugh, hand over his heart. You starting laughing as well, and you lost yourselves to a fit of giggles.

You scrambled to your feet and approached one of the floor to ceiling picture windows. The power hadn’t gone out everywhere; seemingly only the immediate few miles around Shawn’s building. City lights were bright enough to partially illuminate the living room.

You loved storms and this was, by far, the most amazing view you had ever had of a storm. Shawn stepped up behind you and slid his arm around your waist, splaying his large hand across your stomach. Your eyes fell closed when you felt his lips on your shoulder. You tipped your head. He easily took the hint and his mouth moved to the crook of your neck.

“What are we going to do until the power is restored?” you purred, arching your back slightly to brush your bottom against the front of his pants.

He exhaled and shuddered. There it was, that tone in your voice he had been waiting for, and the physical, effective green light. He breathed in the scent of your skin, bit down gently, sucked, and hummed.

Your nerve endings lit up like the lightning outside. You trembled when he soothed his mark with his tongue and nearly whimpered, “Shawn...”

Suddenly, unexpectedly, he felt nervous, but in the best way. He needed a few minutes to get things ready. “Wait here, Love,” he whispered.

“What?” you asked softly, bemused when he was easing away from you instead of pulling you closer.

“Just...wait here,” he smirked.

That grin and the sparkle of adoration in his eyes quickly turned your uncertainty into anticipation.

While he gathered whatever he needed for whatever he was up to, you moved closer to the window you were standing before and placed one hand against the glass. Your forehead fell to rest against it as well while your other hand covered your fluttering stomach to try to calm it.

You could still feel his mark on your neck. Would it purple? Would you wear his claim on you for everyone to see? Had you made yourself clear enough to him that you were ready, almost desperate, to give yourself to him? You prayed you had, but for all you knew he was retrieving flashlights and looking for board games.

When Shawn returned, sans flashlights or board games, he offered his hand to you.

“Another surprise?” you breathed, slipping your hand into his.

“One I hope will be even better than this,” he said, with a grin, gesturing to your picnic.

Eagerness and your desire for him growing with every step, you let him lead you toward his bedroom.

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The bed was flawlessly turned down and Shawn had lit candles all around, giving the room an ethereal glow. Barely imperceptible music could be heard drifting from his phone, and there was a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries on the nightstand beside the bed.

Again you felt him step up behind you and slip his arm around your waist, but instead of resting his hand across your stomach, it slid further down, down, over smooth, bare thigh, and then up again, beneath your sundress. You felt the pressure of his warm hand at the apex your legs. He drew you tighter, deliciously, against him.

“Okay?” he whispered so softly against your shoulder you almost hadn’t heard him over the storm.

In response, you covered his hand with yours and increased the pressure at your core.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he breathed, his voice earnest and fervent. “I promise.” He stroked you through the delicate fabric of your panties.

You both groaned, you from the movement of his fore and middle fingers against your lace covered clit, him from how your ass rubbed against his crotch, his cock filling, hardening swiftly, encased within two thin layers of cotton.

You turned around in his arms and cupped his face, guiding his lips to yours. You felt his fingers trace the length of your spine and your kiss deepened.

With murmured assurances and increasing intensity, your mouths barely parted as you undressed each other.

He laid you gently on the bed, opening your legs to him, and settled himself between them. His strong yet tender hands began to caress the outsides of your thighs, over your hips, and up your sides, the roughened pads of his fingertips dancing along heated, sensitive skin.

Your eyes closed, you tipped your head back and moaned softly. You felt his lips start at your chin and move down your neck to the swells of your breasts.

Slowly, he eased away. He wanted to look at you spread out beneath him, but you didn’t have the patience for that, wanting him closer and closer still. You reached for him, pulled him to you once again, and breathed, “Shawn, please...”

Your lips touched his and he was kissing you again.

He knew exactly what he was doing to you and how he was making you feel from your mumbled words, soft moans, and how his name changed as it fell from your lips. He listened as your body sang to his, and his confidence grew.

He took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth as two fingers slipped inside your wet heat, thumb rubbing against your clit. You mewled and began to rock against his hand. You barely felt the gravity keeping you anchored to the bed. He made you feel as if you were flying.

“Stop, stop,” you gasped, feeling yourself inching incredibly close to your precipice, and tried to close your legs. “Please, stop.”

“What’s wrong, Love?”

“Nothing, nothing is wrong- feels good,” you hummed, unconsciously arching against his hand. He began pumping his fingers again, crooking them just right to brush over that wonderful bundle of nerves, and circled your clit. “OhGod,” you groaned. “Shawn, please... I- I’mgonna- come,” you stammered.

Fingers unrelenting, he lowered himself over you to bite gently on your clavicle, sucking and soothing.

You moaned in pleasure. “Stop baby, stop,” you said, breathing hard, heart beating fast.

He withdrew his soaking wet hand from between your legs. You physically ached with the loss, whimpering. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he whispered.

“I want to make you feel good, too,” you exhaled, trying to slow your breathing, reaching between your bodies, wrapping your hand around his hardness.

He jerked, shuddered, lips falling to the crook of your neck, and growled. “You do, you are,” he rumbled, groaned, unable to stop himself from thrusting a few times in your gentle grip.

You bit softly on his jawline, right at the juncture below his ear, sucked and soothed the skin, which would certainly bloom purple and red by morning. You purred in his ear, “I want you inside me when we come.”

Once he was protected, he slowly entered you, allowing you both to adjust to the way your bodies fit together. The ease and slide was superb and almost overwhelming when your eyes met and held, and he began to move.

This. This was so much more than sex. This was making love. You hadn’t known the true meaning of lovemaking before this moment with Shawn. You both wanted it to last, but the intensity was too much. Before long, your need for completion was overpowering and you allowed yourselves to tumble and roll, erupt and crest.

Together.

~ * ~

Naked as the day you were born, you sat in bed, partially tangled in one another, soft candlelight and shadows playing over Shawn’s hard planes and your soft curves. You were feeding each other chocolate covered strawberries between kisses, sexy touches, and giggles.

“We’re doing that again in like, ten minutes,” he smirked. “And then again when the power comes back on. I want to see how much more beautiful you are with the lights on.”

“Sweet talker,” you muttered, cheeks pinking.

“This close to you, even in the soft light, I can see that you’re blushing. I can’t wait to see you blush everywhere.”

“Shut up,” you giggled.

“Make me,” he grinned.

You pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips.

“All right then. Sooner than ten,” he chuckled, body responding more quickly than he thought possible.

You lowered your mouth to his and effectively shut him up. Well, until he was grunting, moaning, calling out your name, and finally breathless beneath you.

~ * ~

Laying across Shawn’s chest, you could feel your hearts beat in sync. You had never been more thoroughly sated or happier.

He was tenderly tracing shadows of rain down your back. You had almost fallen asleep when you heard him whisper, “Have I told you yet that I’m falling in love with you?”

You were instantly awake again, propping yourself up on folded arms and smiling into eyes that were shining back at you. “You are?”

“Mmhm,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your eyes and tucking it behind your ear. “Fallin’ all in you...”

You brought your lips to his and your mouths fell together, tender and languid. You could spend forever with him like this. “I’m falling in love with you, too,” you breathed.

His smile was bigger than you had ever seen it and brighter than the lightning still flashing outside.

You kissed, curled up in one another, lazy and soft, listening to the storm as the thunder retreated, until you drifted off to sleep.

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@mendesblurb @hiding-behind-a-flower @benito-mi-vida I'm also tagging @silverswallow and @theregoesmyherojd, but please let me know if you don't want me to tag you in future writings.

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spin the bottle pt. 4

prompt: you and a few of the genshin ladies play spin the bottle together, part 4 pairings: beidou x gn!reader, ningguang x gn!reader, ganyu x gn!reader wc: ~1.6k tags: kissing, nsfw themes, dom!ningguang, dom!beidou alcohol mention and consumption. a/n: part one is here, two is here, and three is here! i’m glad so many people love this cute series! this part has some heavier suggestive themes (borderline nsfw) so be aware of that please.

minors dni.

you spin the bottle at a party. it lands on…

beidou

she smirks wide as the tip of the bottle points towards her. she’s actually the one who asked her ‘friends’, which was you, ningguang, and ningguang’s secretary, ganyu, to all play together.

but... you have never heard of the party game played in such a way before.

she requested everyone use a bottle full of alcohol and whoever the bottle lands on, they take a drink before kissing.

the bottle lands on her and she smirks, grabbing the bottle, opening it, and taking a long swig.

she slams the bottle down on the table, “alright, let’s do this!” she grabs the collar of your shirt and you, a jumbled blushing mess, were at her mercy as she yanks you in for a powerful kiss.

the kiss was rough, her lips mashing against yours as if your mouth was a stormy sea that she was trying to conquer. 

the taste of alcohol was so prominent you wonder if you were going to get drunk off her lips alone.

she pushes against your mouth further, pushing you down onto your back, the couch comforting your spine as she climbs on top of you unashamed. her tongue, which had been prodding at your clenched teeth, finally pushing inside the wet space within.

ganyu leaves as soon as you two fall onto the couch, unable to watch any longer, her face completely red. ningguang stayed seated, continuing to drink her glass of water, uninterested in your activities as she was off in her own thoughts.

you felt as though you were drowning and floating at the same time from the hot kiss. her body pressing against yours allows you to feel her rippling muscles with every little movement, which only causes you to feel even more overheated.

you finally manage to part your mouth from hers, gasping for air.

she watches you gasp, a little disappointed the kiss had ended so soon, but the disappointment gets quickly replaced with mischievousness.

“i’ve got the ship, you’ve got the harbor, wanna tie up for the night? you can see how wet a ship captain can really get back at my place” she suggests while smirking slyly.

your head was spinning at this point from the kiss and the innuendo, but you couldn’t deny that her request sounded quite delectable. after a moment of trying to catch your breath, you agree to what she said.

“heh, we’re going to have a great time!” she stands from the couch and scoops you up with ease, her strong arm muscles rippling from holding you. “i’ll carry you there, alright?”

“ok.” you squeak as she smiles down at you, carrying you out of the party. she’s so beautiful and strong, you were head over heels in adoration.

her ‘place’ is actually a room on her ship which is currently docked at the harbor. you’ve never done it on a ship before, that is, until tonight.

ningguang

per beidou’s... request, she carefully picks the bottle up, popping the lid off and taking a small drink, eyeing you as she did so - wait, was that a wink?

you had heard the whispers and rumors circling around the party. why was someone as prominent and rich as ningguang here? what was her ulterior motive? you couldn’t help but wonder too.

she sets the bottle down, never breaking eye contact with you as she leans forward, pressing her lips to yours.

the start of the kiss is very slow and enticing. she tilts her head to further the kiss, never taking her eyes off you. 

you blink, adverting your gaze finally, and you feel her smile against your lips.

“b-boss, is this really appropriate?” ganyu stutters, her hands covering her eyes.

“come on, ganyu, let her get some!” beidou laughs before taking a sip of the bottle unprompted.

your lips separate for a moment as she opens a fan, “appropriate? but of course, if i enjoy it, then it is appropriate.” she responds simply.

“r-right.” ganyu mutters, looking away, “apologies.”

she then moves the fan so it blocks both of your mouths. she leans closer to you, as if she was going in for another kiss, but instead whispers to you, “care for a little investment?”

“investment?” you ask curiously, following her hushed tone.

“i invest in you protecting me for the rest of the night and on my walk home,” she brought her free hand up to your face, tracing your jawline with a single finger, “and then you get a reward.” 

“what reward?”

“i’ll let you come.”

“... come i-inside your house?”

her hand fell to your thigh, which she caresses slowly, “hm, i don’t care where you come, i only care if you come when i give you permission to.”

oh. 

she breaks your shocked silence by asking, “do you agree to such terms?”

“y-yes!” you say a little too loudly and she giggles at your excitement.

“good.” she pats your thigh before closing the fan and turning back to the two curious-looking faces. “well, who is next?” she smiles softly - your face beet red as you glance at the bottle, ready to get the game over with already so you can get your thoughts in order.

you never left her side for the rest of the night, but nothing happened. not even when the two of you walked to her house - which, was more of a mansion. she never seemed in danger to you, but that meant the reward was easy to get, so you didn’t mind as she held up her side of the contract.

after an exhausting but tantalizing time in her bedroom, she unties your restraints, finally freeing you, your wrists still showing the signs that you had been tied down for quite a while. 

after she unties you and makes sure you were alright, she gets up and starts getting dressed. 

“wait, where are you going?” you ask hurriedly, sitting up in the bed. 

“i have work to do.”

“b-but...” you stammer, wanting to spend more time with her and cuddle with her, “you liked it, didn’t you?”

“i did indeed. if i didn’t, you wouldn’t still be here in my house. but the happiness this brings lasts only for a moment.”

she opens the door, the hallway light pouring into the dark room, silhouetting her. “stay for the night, but leave when dawn breaks. if i ever have a need for you again, i will send for you.” with that, she closes the door, plunging you into darkness, the large bed cold and empty without her next to you.

ganyu

the bottle lands on ganyu, who, at first, was a little apprehensive to play, but after seeing ningguang agree she readily agreed too.

you plan on giving her a nice, sweet kiss to begin with since you knew how kindhearted ganyu was and this was your first kiss with her.

but then you realize she’s asleep.

“um...” you mutter and both ningguang and beidou snicker.

ganyu yawns upon hearing their giggles, blinking away the sleep as she jerks awake, “ah!” she looks around at everyone, “s-sorry!”

ningguang rests her chin in her hand, “maybe less work is needed-”

“no, no no, i’m quite alright! um,” she glances at the bottle. “o-oh! you spun it already? when did that happen?” she stares at it, blinking a few times, “oh! it landed on me! um...” she grimaces, “i’m not drinking that.”

“killjoy.” beidou mutters before taking the bottle, “welp, more for me!”

she looks at you coyly, her face starting to turn pink as she smiles sweetly. she closes her eyes before pressing her lips against yours in a lovely kiss.

even though there wasn’t any tongue, you could still taste a little bit of her - wait, what was this bitter taste? you were expecting a sweeter taste, so it catches you off-guard.

she breaks the kiss sooner than you want, turning her head away from you to let out a small yawn.

“ah i’m sorry!” she apologizes to you after yawning, “the kiss was good, i’m just very tired!” she bows her head.

“i-its ok, really!” you try to comfort her, but you were secretly glad she didn’t find the kiss boring.

“i shouldn’t have come to the party on such a rare night off. i should’ve slept early... well, guess it isn’t too late, but i don’t want to be alone in case i wake up and the party’s over and i’m by myself...” she mutters to herself, but you didn’t catch a word she said due to the noise of the party.

she turns to you, asking loud enough for you to hear, “want to go sleep with me? i hope there is a bed upstairs that’s available...”

“huh!?” you couldn’t believe your ears, you hadn’t expected her to ask you something like that so soon!

you ask if that’s really what she wants and she slowly nods, looking a bit confused by your reaction.

together you head upstairs and into an unoccupied bedroom, and that’s when you realize what she actually meant.

she literally meant sleep, for as soon as her head hit the pillow she asks you to sleep next to her, already sounding like she was half-asleep herself.

somehow, she was able to fall asleep even with the noise below. it sounds like they had started a dancing competition, but you didn’t mind missing the party since cuddling with ganyu and watching over her while she got some much-needed rest was far better than any party.

she moves a little, waking up for a few moments to say in a sleepy voice, “tomorrow let’s go out together for lunch, i know a place with the best salads...”

“it’s a date,” you say and she smiles, curling up closer to you.

[undercoverpena]

Stood Up + Salads

Diego Hargreeves x Fem!Reader Words: 1.5k AN: Set with a S1 Diego but not S1 or S2 storyline. For a friend, you know who you are.

He didn’t need to look up when the door goes, he knows it’s you. Because when it rains, it pours.

Diego wonders if he should be more upset about his father, rather than being upset he’s had to see the others. Only for him to take his frustration out on you, consciously or not.

The fact you allow the door to meet the frame with such a loud thud is enough of a signal to him that you’re pissed.

Diego takes a second, thinking of his next steps as he swipes his tongue over his teeth, staring at the punching bag, as if it’s going to provide any answers on what he should do. How he could get out of this. Because if he plays this wrong, which he will, it’s going to spiral. Becoming so much worse than it already is.

A whole lot fucking worse.

And it’s already bad.

Hitting the bag once, twice and then thrice, he pays attention to your footsteps nearing. Not turning, not needing to see if your arms are folded, lips pursed and giving him one of you signature dead expressions. He knows you will be, because Diego fucking knows you and you know him.

And he hates it.

He despises that you know about his tick. About his family. About his upbringing, talent and everything else in between. He hates that you suggested calling off the meal before he did, and he hates himself for agreeing to go even if he knew he wouldn’t attend.

Because he’s decided he hates being happy.

He likes being miserable, likes fighting petty crime without anyone to come home to.

“Asshole.”

Rolling his head, he casts his eyes over you. Finding you exactly as he’s imagined. The only—slight—difference is the look in your eyes.

Sadness. A look which doesn’t suit you. One which stands out to him, because he’s seen it so rarely.

It swirls in your eyes, mixing with your usual shade, darkening them as they pin him to his spot. Or try to.

Letting his hands fall to his sides, he lets out a sigh before he can help himself. And the glare you send him is enough to force him to turn to face you.

When it comes to you, he isn’t sure if he hates how close you are to him physically or metaphorically; not sure if he dislikes it more that he wants to kiss you or let you love him.

“Hello to you too.”

Your lips twitch into a smirk. “You don’t deserve a hello.”

“Touché.”

“Surprised you know that word.”

“Under all this, I’m clever y’know?”

“Are you?” you snap, and you roll your lips together.

Those painted plump lips that’s kissed every inch of him. That he’s woke up dreaming about and gone to sleep pressed against.

“You’re angry—“

“Oh, I’m past angry, Hargreeves,” you says, tapping your foot on the gym floor. “I was angry when I was on my second glass, wondering where you were. I was fuming when I left, embarrassed and ready to hunt you down. Now, now I’m almost murderous.”

He hasn’t been called his surname in sometime. Hasn’t found himself in hot waters, with you at least, in sometime. Even angry, he feels your eyes rake down his frame, following a bead of sweat which falls from his neck down his chest and stomach.

Pulling the gloves undone with his teeth, snaps your eyes back up. And he finds himself smirking at you and his own foolishness simultaneously.

Because deep down he’s known this day would come, where you—like most—tired of him. Finding yourself irritated with his ways, of his selfishness and his impulsiveness.

“Let me have it then.”

He throws the gloves to the floor, shifting his weight as he notices the slight narrowing of your eyes. The way your lips twitch, whether a smirk or a smile, he can’t be sure. Usually, there’s less talking when you’re like this; usually you’re already pinned under him or against something. Now, you don’t even look at him like you’d welcome that.

Diego hates you for that too.

Despises that you have gotten under his skin, throwing him off his game. He’s dated. Well, since Patch they’ve not been constant. Real or permanent.

But you, you got to him. He still doesn’t even know how.

You don’t bend as easily, don’t surrender as you should. You fight him, sometimes tooth and fucking nail, and fuck, he doesn’t hate that about you. He loves that. He loves it when you steal the wind from his sail; when you cut him down. You don’t pander to him, you call him out, and he needs that even if he can’t admit it.

He even doesn’t mind that you sooth the insecurity, recognising when enough is enough. Halting anything before it goes too far, leaves too many wounds. You make him want to try to be a little better, even if he fails most days.

“No.”

“No?”

You snort. “No. Because if I rip you a new one, you’ll find some way to say sorry. And, then you’ll kiss me, and I’ll melt, and then you will forget that you’re an asshole.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.”

Your jaw tenses, almost impossibly so. “For someone in your position, you have a lot of snark.”

“Be careful, you may hurt my feelings.”

Nodding, your lips twist before straightening to an unreadable expression again. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m done.”

His muscles relax.

And his heart stops.

Yet Diego is somehow, not as surprised as he should have been.

Even if he looks at you, staring at your eyes and hoping to see a tease, a jest. He looks hoping you will change your mind, that he hasn’t successfully pushed another person away.

“Took you long en—“

“Im done talking,” you continue, cutting him off. Taking closer steps, slow ones, full of purpose as you dig your eyes into him. “I’m not gonna ask you to do right by me, I’m not gonna ask for an explanation why you decided to stand me up tonight. Hey, you don’t even have to talk to me.”

His forehead creases, flicking his eyes from your eyes to your mouth.

“Because I know why. You want me without the commitment, without the expectations of being a good person. You want a hole to fuck, so here I am, Hargreeves. You’ve got one.”

Fuck.

He stifles a sigh, especially as your finger press into his chest, nail digging down into the skin as you roll your lips and then he has to focus on not groaning. Especially when you bat your eyes lashes and smirk so condescendingly he wonders if you’ve been sent to test him.

“You want to pretend you don’t crave normal, that you don’t deserve it,” you continue, looking up at him, “I’ll play pretend. Hey, I’ll become the best damn actor in your movie you’ll ever know. But, I’m done talking.”

You place your other hand on his, moving his to your hip as you smirk.

“So, lights camera action, baby. Where do you wanna fuck me first?”

He feels your lips ghost over his. His hand clenching around your hip. Everything inside of him telling to just go with it, to not talk, to not burst open in front of you.

To kiss you.

To throw you down on the mats and not talk for hours.

“I-I’m s-sorry.”

“No. No you’re not,” you says, full of sadness, your expression not changing to match your tone. “If you were, you’d have come to dinner. You’d have stabbed your fork into the salad before I’d have told you I want street food.”

You didn’t move, and neither does he. Your hand spreading over his chest, his hand still on your hip.

“You don’t let yourself enjoy anything, because what? Your dad was an asshole and your brother went to the moon?” You ask, head tilted. “Diego, I don’t give a shit if you’re number two, you’re number one for me. But you have to try. You have to try at least ten percent otherwise it’s just me, forcing you to be with me.”

He never feels forced. Not with you.

You’re sometimes the only thing which is good. Which isn’t fucked, tainted or ruined. You’re good, if not a bit too sweary and a bit too good at drinking. But, you’re… nice, and unwilling to let him settle.

“You’re m-my number o-one too.”

“Cool.”

“I mean i-it.”

“Nice.”

“Baby, c'mon?”

You sigh. “What, Diego?”

Diego. He’s Diego again.

He doesn’t smile, even if he wants too.

He doesn’t kiss you, even if he’s fighting every part of himself.

He just stares, using his other hand to cup your cheek. “I am sorry.”

“Salad at a fancy place too good for you?”

He smirked. “Yeah, kinda.”

“Good. Because it’s too fancy for me too.”

“So why we’re we even fucking going, baby?”

“Because,” you say, defiance in your tone, “it’s what normal people do. They don’t meet over a bad game of darts and several beers, and fuck on a boxing ring. They don’t fight a literal mugger with trained assassin-level knife skills a month after beginning to sleep together.”

Your shoulders sink, your expression softening. “They date, at restaurants who charge too much and hold hands across parks. And for a second, one tiny fucking moment, I wanted that for you. I wanted normal, meet-cute type romance before we grabbed whatever was in a cart and we fucked on my new sideboard.”

His thumb brushed over your cheek. “I’d have liked that.”

“You’d have loved that. But—“

“I’m sorry,” he says again, softer, more meaningful, “I’m s-s-sorry. I really am.”

“I’m still mad.”

“That’s okay.”

“You owe me a fancy salad.”

Smirking, he nods. “Baby, I’ll give you a salad bar if you want it.”

“I don’t like salad.”

“No?”

“No.”

Smirking, he cups your cheek with more purpose. “What do you want then, baby?”

He watches your eyes darken. "Oh."

"Oh, indeed. You have a lot of making up to do.”

[twinklelilstarkey]

can i request an angst rafe imagine where he’s just in a really bad mood and the reader is over at his house trying to do anything she can to make him feel better (baking him cookies, buying him this watch that he’s had his eye on, etc.) but he ends up snapping at her and saying some really hurtful things towards her, resulting in her ready to leave with tears running down her cheeks and rafe barely even realizes what he’s done before it’s too late

A/N: I really liked this request, so I’ll incorporate an idea that I had a few days ago [Best Friends].

Hurt - Rafe Cameron

Pairing: Highschool!Rafe x Highschool!BestFriend!Reader

Words: 2.9k+

Type: Angst

Warnings!!!: Mentions in use of drugs. Cursing. Abusive Friendship. Possible self-harm (biting the cheek). Female!Reader. As always, no race of the reader is mentioned.

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

“Good evening, my sweet little chicken” You say loudly as you enter Rafe’s room.

You and Rafe have been best friends ever since 5th grade. You two met at the cafeteria when you decided to share your PB&J with him, since he looked very disgusted with his salad. Ever since then, you two were always in the same classes and always doing group projects together.

So, we can all say that a friendship was easily born.

Rafe is an ass, yes, that is very true. Many people believe you’re too nice to even talk to him, but you try your best to never listen to them. But, honestly, if you won a dollar every time people told you ‘he’s gonna hurt you’, you would be as rich as Rafe by now. And you’re already, indeed, a full Kook.

“I’m occupied” Rafe warns in a low tone voice, not taking his eyes off his screen.

“That’s fine” You say with a shrug and your smile, noticeably not budging with his words.

You crouch to pass in front of the TV, trying your best not to intervene with his video game. You throw your bag to the ground, beside Rafe’s bed, and then lay down next to where he’s sitting.

You snuggle into his pillow, almost sighing at how comfortable it is, and Rafe continues to stay silent and focus on the screen.

Not even 10 minutes later, he lets his controller fall to his bed, under his hands, and lets out a loud groan of annoyance.

You lift your head to look at him and you see him covering his face with his hands.

“You good?” You ask in almost a whisper.

Rafe breathes in, still not answering, and uncovers his face to look down at you.

He looks extremely annoyed.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, changing the subject, with his annoyed expression.

Damn. That was harsh. His expression and tone make it seem as if you’re not only welcome but wanted here.

“Uhm...” You start, but as your voice cracks a bit, you clear your throat, “I just came to hang out. Just like. Every weekend...?”

You sit up as you stop talking, unsure of your words.

Were you supposed not to come today? Did you forget to read one of his messages asking to stay alone?

“Why?” You ask.

He shrugs, looking away as he pulls his phone of his pocket. “No reason”

(...)

Saying Rafe is in a bad mood today is a big understatement. Not that it is rare, but you’re usually able to make him feel better.

Today is different.

“Can you please get the fuck out of the way?!” Rafe shouts, making you jump on your feet and you look at him with widen eyes.

“I literally am out the way!” You shout back.

How can he be so fucking annoying?

You’re literally just grabbing your laptop from your backpack, so you can actually be entertained with something other than his God-awful gameplay. You even made sure to run and not stand in front of the TV for too long.

“Fucking bitch” Rafe whispers under his breath.

You throw your laptop to the desk, making it loudly fall onto the wood.

“You have some fucking nerve” You say while turning to look at Rafe.

He looks at you quickly before looking back at his TV, swearing under his breath as he notices that you heard him.

“How am I a fucking bitch, Rafe?” You ask, sounding more than pissed at him, “What could I possibly have done for you to call me that?”

“Nothing” He answers, not bothering enough to look at you.

“Oh, fuck no” You say louder, “You are not going to play the ‘I don’t want to talk now’ card with me today. That’s for god damn sure”

“Y/N, can you please just sh-”

“Shut up?” You tell him, already knowing from a mile away what he was about to tell you.

He doesn’t say anything, but he does pause his game.

“What do you want me to say?” He asks, looking at you, leaning his hand on his fist.

“Why did you call me a bitch?” You ask slowly.

“Because you’re obviously acting like one” He answers as slow.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah!”

“You’re saying that me coming over like every single fucking weekend and bringing you cookies is me being a bitch?” You ask, confused with his words, “You really do love to make sense, don’t you?”

He clenches his jaw.

You stare at him, waiting for at least a word to come out of his mouth, but nothing.

“Well,” You start, “Since my presence is so unwanted here, I’ll start making my way home, then”

You bite the inside of your cheek and grab your laptop from the desk, biting the hurt and pain, that Rafe is starting to cause, away.

“Thank you” Rafe whispers to himself as you pack up.

You zip up your backpack and look at the glass of water sitting beside you.

You turn back around, sliding the bag over your shoulder, and grab the glass.

“Have a nice rest of your day, dickhead” You say before throwing all the water right as his face.

You didn’t exactly see his reaction, since you walked right passed him and out of the bedroom, but you know that he’s mad.

You could already feel a metallic taste over your tongue, but you still felt numb to any physical pain.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Rafe shouts from his room as you slam his door closed.

Sarah stands in the hallway, innocently walking over to her bedroom with an ice cream in her hand. She looks over her shoulder as she hears the loud sound of the door and her eyes widen at you.

The door behind you opens and you walk over to the stairs, trying to keep a distance from Rafe.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He screams, repeating himself.

“With me?!” You shout, now letting the whole house hear you as you turn around to look at him, “What the fuck is wrong with you, Rafe?! You’re unbelievable.”

“I didn’t even do anything”

“Of course, you didn’t. You never do anything. Other than fucking insult me and make me feel like shit”

“Do you think you made me feel any better? You always get out of these arguments as if I’m the bad guy. You’re not a fucking saint, Y/N”

“Are you serious, right now?” You ask, “What drugs could’ve you possibly taken that messed up your mind this bad, Rafe? You’re the one in the bad mood, insulting me and making me know that you don’t want me close to you, but in some way, in your cocaine filled brain, you feel like I was also making you feel bad?... Give me a break”

That struck a nerve in him. Hard.

“You’re such a fucking bitch, and this is not even me insulting you. I’m just describing you as a whole person. Why do you think people don’t want to hang out when we’re together?” He pauses and your heartbeats quicken, “Uh? Oh yeah, because everyone fucking despises you on this island”

You stay quiet. But he’s still not done.

“I’m the only fucking person that has ever cared for you. Nobody has ever blinked an eye your way. Because you’re not fucking special, okay?” He asks, anger boiling on his veins, “You aren’t as nice as you like to believe you are. You’re annoying, and really fucking clingy”

You open your mouth to speak but he doesn’t stop.

“I’ve looked out for you for years. Beaten up people that talked shit about you. Protected you from everyone. But, shit” He scoffs, “Maybe they were fucking right after all”

Your eyes start to fill up with tears.

“All the shit they’ve said about you. You know what I’m talking about? That, firstly and obviously, that you’re a bitch. That you’re a whore, a fake, a girl that just wants my fucking money-”

“Rafe, sto-” Sarah tries to say.

“Oh, you better shut the fuck up, Sarah. This has nothing to do with you”

“I don’t give a fuck!” She shouts louder than him, “You aren’t going to say anything else”

Rafe takes his eyes off you to look at his sister and you try to control your unstable breathing just so you don’t start falling apart right in front of him.

Sarah’s soft hand holds yours carefully and she pulls you to her side.

“I’ll take you home” She whispers, only to you.

Rafe scoffs at you two looking at each other and holding hands and shakes his head.

“Are you going to manipulate her now too, Y/N? Now that you don’t have me anymore, you’re going to use my sister as your way to have at least a single friend?”

“Just stop” You say, voice shaking and cracking, “Please”

And he does.

Sarah pulls you towards the stairs and you two walk down them, letting Rafe upstairs with himself.

At the lobby of the house, Ward, Rose and Wheezie were looking at you. They were probably coming out from the living room when the argument started.

Your hands are shaking, your breathing is getting out of control and the tears are making it hard to see what’s in front of you.

The looks of pity that everyone gave you came unnoticed to you. Even Rose felt affected with the argument and how you look like now. Ward shows pure disappointment. And Wheezie? She just wants to run to you and give you a hug.

You and Sarah walk out of the house and she pulls you towards her car.

“Sarah,” You start, “I think I want to walk home”

“Okay, I’ll walk with you”

Walking on your way home was painful, his words were sinking into your brain, making you want to hide from the world and just scream. You cried silently. Sarah, not wanting to make anything worse, just laid her hand over your back, comforting you silently.

When you walked to your bedroom, all the pain broke loose.

You screamed into your pillows, cried into your bed, and let everything out.

Sarah stayed. Hugging you while you cried, whispering to you what he had said wasn’t true.

But it wasn’t enough to stop your crying or even your pain.

The sight of you in this much pain made it seem to an outsider that, maybe, your boyfriend broke up with you or worse, even, something bad had happened to that boyfriend or friend.

But it was worse. You lost your best friend. The only person you have ever completely trusted and truly loved. And you lost him over his hurtful words getting the best of you.

People had warned you about this for years. You lost friends over him... for this. For this day to come and your best friend to be ripped out of your hands by his own words.

And you know that he’ll be fine without you, you’re sure of it. He’s Rafe Cameron. Everyone would kill to hang out with him and be on his group. And his side is now empty, ready to be filled by another someone.

You, on the other hand, don’t know what will happen. You have Sarah and Wheezie. But other than that? Nobody. Not even a soul.

(...)

Two months went by. Summer break ended and you’re back in school, finally finishing high school. You’re more than ready to get the heck out of the Outer Banks.

No, you haven’t seen or talked to Rafe ever since the argument. You believe he tried to call you 2 times for these past two months, but you didn’t answer any of them (thinking that probably it was a drunk miss-dial).

You had grown to be very close with Sarah. She helped you through the whole way of hating Rafe and not caring about him.

But other than her, you’re on your own.

Which is fine. You’re okay with that. You couldn’t care less, honestly.

“See you after class” Sarah says, before kissing your cheek and walking to her class.

You smile at her as she walks away, and you close your locker. You look through the hallway, filled with people, and decide to also start walking to class.

The room was mostly empty, some people are on their phones while sitting at the front. So, you decide to do the complete opposite and sit at the back, next to the window, ready to just listen to some music before hell begins.

You put on your air pods and start your playlist as you pull your books and notebook off your bag, curious on what the heck you’ll be studying this year.

You just want to be prepared for it before it begins, you know?

Not even 5 minutes later, the whole classroom is almost full. Nobody has sat beside you yet, thankfully. And you’ve been scribbling on the sides of your notebook for the time being.

The chair beside you is pulled back but you don’t look up to see who it is. Big mistake. The person sits beside you, but you continue to slightly bob your head to the music, unfazed by whatever is happening.

A wave of laughter makes you look up at your class, but you flinch when you notice Rafe, on his phone, sitting right beside you.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, pulling your air pod out of your ear.

Rafe looks up from his phone and shrugs before answering.

“In school or next to you?” He asks playfully and you don’t even blink an eye, you’re not in the mood for jokes, “The seat was empty, and I always sit next to you”

“Well, can you leave and go sit next to Topper?” You ask, “I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to be sitting beside you”

“Kelce is going to sit there”

“Well, then tell Kelce to sit next to me. It’s not that hard”

He doesn’t move at your words, making you roll your eyes and lean back onto your chair, already tired and ready to leave this class.

“You’re still mad at me over what happened?” He asks and you scoff lightly.

“Take a guess” You answer him.

Rafe opens his mouth to speak but a louder voice stops him.

“Alright everyone, let’s start this class! I hope everyone had an amazing and eventful summer” The teacher starts, and everyone quiets down.

(...)

“Can we please just talk?” Rafe asks as he stands beside you, waiting for you to finish packing your stuff.

“No”

“Y/N, please. Just let me explain something to you”

“There’s nothing to explain”

You throw your bag over your shoulder and make your way to the hallways, going to grab your books for next class. And Rafe is standing right behind you.

“I really didn’t mean anything that I said that day” He says, leaning on someone’s locker, beside yours.

“Sure, Rafe”

“I’m serious. I was high and angry out of my mind, I couldn’t control what I was saying” He explains, and you continue to not look at him as you look through your schedule, “You have to believe me”

“No, I don’t”

“Y/n, please, you’re my best friend”

“Was your best friend, Rafe. Was” You correct him, “Now, can you leave?”

“Nothing that I said was true. I don’t think you’re a bitch, or any of the things I said. I made all of that up”

“Interesting” You comment sarcastically.

Rafe sighs and closes your locker, so you can look at him.

“Please, just hear me out” He starts, “I just want our friendship to go back to normal, okay? I’m the worst at this and you know it. I hate that I made you feel the way you did. I didn’t mean it; you have to believe me”

You look at him silently.

“No” You say in a low tone, shaking your head at him, “I’m not forgiving you”

“Y/N, pleas-”

“Rafe, no” You repeat, “You had two fucking months to do this. Where were you, uh?”

He stays silent.

“You’re only my friend whenever it’s convenient for you, Rafe” You say and he shakes his head, “You don’t give a shit about me and how I feel. We both know that. And these two months of silence just proved enough for me to not want to talk to you ever again”

“Can you just give me another chance?” He asks, “So we can start all of this over and I promise you that I’ll never do anything similar to this again”

“No, Rafe. I’m sorry but you don’t have any chances left” You say, shrugging.

You open your locker back up and grab your last book. Rafe stood there, looking at you with an expression you’re not too familiar with. Sadness.

“Have a nice life, Cameron” You say before closing your locker back up.

You turn around and start walking over to your next class.

Rafe doesn’t move, he just stands there. Watching you walking away from him without your usual smile and wave.

A pain is slowly settling over his chest, weighing him down into the ground, making him want to crumble in shame. This pain isn’t familiar to him, at all.

But he’s hurting.

And this time,

He’s on his own.

- - - - - -

I love this ending. Is so angstyyy!

[gemsofgreece]

Bad Boys of the Greek Cuisine

Everyone’s taste is different but the Greek Cuisine is generally acknowledged as a very tasty cuisine with both European and Middle Eastern influences. Not only that but it is considered one of the healthiest diets in the world with one of its branches, the Cretan diet, taking the first place the last time I checked. The secret of this cuisine’s success lies on the use of top quality and very fresh products and not so much on the use of many or unusual ingredients. However, that’s not to say that the Greek cuisine does not come with its fair share of extreme dishes. Here are some of them: Πατσάς - Patsás Patsas is a tripe soup / stew aka a stew made of stomach. It looks innocent and it is usually eaten as a comfort food but the cooking process smells like the name sounds... In Greece, there are shops called Patsatzídika that stay open until way past midnight and offer exclusively this dish and they are preferred after a lot of alcohol consumption. I had to remove the picture because I had eleven in this post and Tumblr sucks. I removed Patsas because it is the most normal looking one. Χοχλιοί μπουμπουριστοί - Hochlií buburistí Probably the Greek dish with the hardest name, at least for me. It is a traditional dish of Crete island but you can enjoy it all around Greece, provided that you are eager to eat... snails.

Κοκορέτσι - Kokoretsi Kokoretsi is a roasted dish made of animal intestines, livers and lungs served in slices. While this name does not originate from the Greek language, the dish was already loved by the Byzantine Greeks who called it “Chordae” meaning cords. The dish is hard to be prepared as it is necessary that the intestines are very carefully cleaned with tools such as pencils and knitting needles. In Greece it is often served at Easter.

Σπληνάντερο - Splinándero It is what its name means: Spleen and Large Bowel. Plus heart. From old sheep and goats. Also served at Easter because apparently Greeks go feral during Easter.

Μαγειρίτσα - Mayiritsa Another Easter classic, served during the Holy Saturday, Mayiritsa is a liver and heart soup. It’s certainly not for the faint of... nose such as me who I had to leave the house as my mum was cooking it. This is why recently a new type of Mayiritsa is trending, which replaces the organs with mushrooms and it is ideal for vegetarians and people with a sensitive nose. Nevertheless, most people love traditional Mayiritsa. Once I found an ice cream shop in Thessaloniki serving a mayiritsa flavour. What the heck.

By they way we have like another gazillion intestine dishes for some unknown reason but I will skip them to make this post more varied. Αχινοί - Raw Urchins This is a delicacy to several sea cuisines around the world. Greece is one of them. Recipe: go to a beach with clear waters, look for an urchin, hold it carefully, cut the living urchin in half with a knife and pour fresh lemon juice on it. That's it, that's the recipe.

Χταπόδι - Octopus This is by no means an extreme food in Greece but I include it here because I was surprised to find out it is nowhere as common in most countries and people often have a strong reaction to it. Well, in Greece we only have a reaction of fierce love for it. Octopus is used in several Greek dishes but the most iconic is probably grilled octopus marinated in vinegar often served with Greek sauerkraut salad. Seafood restaurants often hang fresh fished octopuses outside their shops and let them dry in the sun. It is a classic image of Greece and a sign the restaurant offers very fresh products. It was literally grabbed from the sea and flung to your face, top that level of freshness if you can.

Σπινιάλο - Spinialo Spinialo is a traditional seafood dish originating from the island of Kalymnos. The dish consists of fouskes, sea squirts that are marinated in a bottle of seawater. These primitive marine vertebrates usually attach themselves to shells and rocks, and when cut in half, fouskes reveal a soft flesh with a strong and bitter flavor and a texture that's similar to scrambled eggs.

Αρνί στη σούβλα - Skewered lamb If you are in anyway familiar with Greece, you probably know what the main event of our Easter feasts is. Roasting a whole skewered lamb. I imagine people freaking out at that. But, hey, it's a huge part of our tradition. And don't mind me saying, it bloody tastes insane. It's funny that in 27 years of life, now that I'm typing this in English, it is the first time it occurs to me that some people could potentially find this weird.

Πεσκανδρίτσα - Angler fish This hideous fish is eaten in two ways. Its...uhm... head is a common ingredient of Greek fish soups. I am personally not that much into soups or fish but let me tell you and sign this as well: this unassuming fellow has the most delicious tail. Its tail is called Μπρασκοουρά (Braskourá) and is heaven when fried. Don't look at it, just read my words and trust them.

Κεφαλάκι σούπα - Head soup The name sounds too generic but at least it is only about (poor) goats and sheep. This dish is getting a little too extreme for young Greeks but in my parents' generation, parents would chase the children to eat the eyes because that supposedly made you clever. The tongue was enjoyed too. Anyway, I'll spare you of a graphic image.

I am loth to end this fantastic post but the new BETA mode I am on forbids more than 10 pictures (that’s the actual reason I did not add a head soup picture and not that I am kind-hearted) so I'm gonna end this with the weirdest type of meat we eat. Like I said above, some things here might look a bit much, but when it comes to the types of meat Greeks eat, we really don't like taking the uncommon path. Greek cuisine is more mellow than extreme. Ironically, Greeks eat meats well done or medium at most because they are squeamish at the idea of eating bloody or remotely raw meat. So they eat a load of bowels and heads that stare at your soul but at least they are cooked for, like, 6 hours, you know, to ensure they are absolutely dead. Greeks typically devour eat farm animals, poultry, boars and a few commonly hunted birds, almost all fish and seafood. They also eat rabbits and hares (would that be considered uncommon? IDK) but that's where it ends. For instance, deer can be found in Greek supermarkets but nobody wants to eat such a gorgeous being and if you eat horse intentionally, you might as well get kicked out of the country (exaggeration but still). So, farm mammals, a few birds, fish and seafood. And snails. That's all. Oh! And- Βατραχοπόδαρα - Frog legs Frog legs is a traditional delicacy of the mountainous lakeside city of Ioannina. It is the only region of Greece where frogs are eaten. It is a tasty looking dish and those who have tried it say it actually tastes a lot like chicken. Actually sign me up for this. I mean, look at that. Why the hell not?

Now I wonder how many people decided to all of a sudden not travel to Greece and how many decided to come just now. And I wonder what that nice Anon who complimented my delicious food posts thinks now. But remember, Greek cuisine might have some bad boys but it also has many good good gooooood ones.

[ggukkiedae]

Hi, I’m Hannah...

notes: a very very very late nct 127 anniversary post where we dive into the members’ first impressions on hannah... i’ll have some stuff up soon for hot sauce and hello future hannah as well as 2018 hannah!

also she never actually says “hi, i’m hannah”

reminders: italic conversations are spoken in english

Suh Johnny

Something felt different that day. Johnny was peacefully walking around the company towards the cafeteria when he remembered why. There was allegedly a new foreign kid joining the company, around twelve to fourteen years old, he wasn’t too sure. He shook his head. Another young one trying to work for their dream in a foreign country.

That’s when he saw her. An unfamiliar face, confusedly checking each and every door she passed by. She was caught up in her thoughts of how to catch up with everyone else when she bumped into him.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking,” were the first words that came out of her until she seemingly remembered where she was. She bowed hastily. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s no problem,” Johnny answered her, making her freeze.

The girl bowed a little deeper before straightening out, suddenly more aware of her posture. Johnny looked at her curiously, trying to see things from her perspective. She was met with a very tall man looking down at her, making her eyes avoid his as she bowed again.

The elder chuckled and bent down so he was closer to her height. “Hey, no need to bow. Are you new here? I’m Johnny.”

Needless to say, her slightly relieved sigh in response to his English was a good sign. “I’m so sorry, again. Do you perhaps know where the conference room is?”

The accent he heard baffled him just a little. It was strong and took a little longer than it should for him to comprehend it.

“I do,” he confirmed while tilting his head in the direction it was in, “I’ll show you the way.”

Her hesitance didn’t go unnoticed, and neither did her slight flinch when he straightened out. This made him make sure to stand at a distance as he began walking.

To ease whatever nerves it looked like she was feeling, Johnny animatedly spoke about the different areas they passed by as well as some of the other girl trainees who he was sure she’d meet in training. Before long, they made it to the conference room.

“Well, here you are,” he smiled while patting the wall next to the door, “the conference room. Not a lot of trainees here speak English, so you can come to me if you need anything, okay? Hopefully I’ll see you around...”

The clenching of her fists caught his attention as she took a breath and nodded. “Hannah. My name’s Hannah Lee. Thank you, Mister Johnny.”

Nothing else was said between them as the girl quickly bowed and rushed into the room. Johnny chuckled. Looks like he found someone he wanted to look after. Besides, she’d probably need an English buddy while starting out.

(others under the cut)

Lee Mark

Mark was just the slightest bit irritated.

Johnny had promised him he’d be at the practice room by 3, but it was already 3:45 and he still wasn’t there. But, Mark being Mark, he just decided to work on his rap while waiting for the elder. They had the room scheduled to them until 5 anyway.

Just as he was about to leave and find his rap teacher for help on a certain flow, he heard the doors open.

“Dude, finally! You’re literally almost an hour late, what happe— oh, hi.” The Canadian boy stopped in his mini accusation when he saw a girl with his older friend.

“Sorry, Mark,” Johnny chuckled as he gestured to the girl slightly behind him, “I looked for Hannah. I thought she’d like to make more friends. Turns out she’s pretty good at hiding from everyone.”

Mark observed the girl in front of her. She stood behind Johnny almost like she was using him as a border, but she wasn’t so close to him that she was completely comfortable. Her stance felt defensive, yet her face was settled in a way where, if Mark saw her on the streets, he wouldn’t try to strike up a conversation. But Johnny looked like he was cool with her, so he reached out his hand.

“Hey, I’m Mark. Hannah, is it?” There was a slight pause as she cautiously looked at his hand. Thinking she was slightly uncomfortable, he smiled and tucked his hand away. “It’s nice to meet you. Where are you from?”

“Depends,” she shrugged. “Recently? San Francisco. Grew up in Newcastle though.”

Mark was visibly taken back by her accent. It was strong enough that he could get confused with what she said if he wasn’t paying attention.

“Oh, is that from Europe or something?”

“England, yeah.” He almost missed the way her hands were curling in on themselves. “You from America or something?”

“Vancouver, Canada. So what’s your specialty then?”

There was a slight hesitation in her while Johnny looked down and nodded at her encouragingly. “Tell him what you told me.”

She looked at the Chicago boy them back at Mark. “I dance. I mostly did cheerleading and gymnastics, but I’ve been going to a dance studio for hiphop since I moved to Cali.”

“Well, miss Hannah,” Mark smiled and walked off to the side where computer connected to the speakers sat, “if it’s alright with you, how about you show us what you’ve got?”

At first, her steps forward were hesitant. If Mark had to guess, she just wasn’t used to dancing in front of new people. He settled by the mirror with a smile and brought Johnny down to sit with him.

“Come on,” he encouraged, “let’s all do a short freestyle just for fun.”

The tall boy next to him groaned, “I can’t freestyle for shit.”

Mark glanced back at her and grinned when he noticed a small smile make its way onto her face. The first he’d seen so far. Her body had loosened up and her smile became more comfortable as she started grooving to the music before fully freestyling. He took note to introduce her to the other younger girls, and maybe she’d smile a little more.

Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

“Ah, hyung!”

“Donghyuck, I told you. She’s not so comfortable with new people.”

Donghyuck huffed in frustration. For the past week, he had been hearing about the new trainee who apparently had a dance style that was loved by Lee Sooman as much as the SM founder loved his singing style. Not only that, but he heard she was a shawol as well! Good taste and talent meant Donghyuck got curious.

From what he knew, she barely spoke to anyone aside from Johnny, Mark, and Goeun. Apparently she was also quite elusive to the girls as much as she was to the guys. That made him even more curious, and slightly competitive. He wanted to befriend her before anyone else.

“Donghyuck, listen to me,” Mark turned to the younger boy, “even with us, she’s still pretty closed off. Besides, she’s still trying to get used to Korean. I don’t want her to get overwhelmed.”

“Well, you can’t stop me.” The 00 liner stuck his tongue out at his friend and left the room, the frustrated mumbles just barely audible to him as he walked out the door.

The cafeteria was the first option. According to the girls, they were on their lunch break, so he decided to start his search there. True enough, he saw the foreign girl settling into a corner table on her own. Needless to say, he rushed to grab a soda and a plate of pasta and a small side dish of salad before approaching her table.

“Hannah, hi!” Her surprised to confused expression made him laugh while he settled in front of her. “My name is Donghyuck.”

“Hi,” she slightly bowed her head at him before proceeding to pick at her salad.

Donghyuck frowned. He forgot that the girls were usually only given salads for lunch a few days a week. Today was one of those days.

The way she moved the vegetables and bland chicken around made him feel upset. It looked like she wanted to eat a lot more. As a trainee specializing in dance, she probably would need more as well.

“Oh, the chicken breast looks good,” Donghyuck leaned over a little exaggeratedly as he pretended to take a whiff of Hannah’s food. “I kinda want to eat that. Could we switch? Can we change food?”

Of course, he left her no room to answer and just switched their trays around. He gave her a cheeky smile before looking down at the salad. Something was different. She had very clearly separated the carrots from the rest of the dish. Looking at the salad that was his side dish, Donghyuck quickly reached his fork over and picked out the carrots.

“You don’t mind if I get the carrots, do you? I like carrots.”

“Thank you.” The small smile on her face as she bowed her head towards him made Donghyuck grin even wider.

“No problem, Hannah.” A thought crossed his mind. “Hey, do others know you don’t like carrot?”

She shook her head.

Donghyuck cheered once he found out he was the only one who knew that fact about her. “Nice. Starting from now, let’s be close, okay? You and me, friends, okay?”

The smallest of chuckles escaped her lips as she nodded. “Okay.”

And just like that, Donghyuck began to chatter her off about how trainee life had been for him so far. A new friend had been made, and he was satisfied.

Lee Taeyong

To say Taeyong was confused was an understatement.

Johnny had been spending considerably less time with the rest of the guy trainees recently, and it was all because of a new recruit. Never once did he see Johnny like that, not even when Mark first arrived. This made Taeyong curious. Who was this new trainee who had caught Johnny’s eye for the first time?

It’s not like the 95 liner disliked his friend’s new kid, it’s just that he’s never actually seen the trainee, much less interacted with her. Lee Hannah, he recalled the name. Elusive. Practically aces dance classes and is rapidly improving in vocals as he heard the rumors, yet still stays within the same circle of five people. What was with her? Was she so shy to the point where she couldn’t make friends, or was she cocky enough to see them beneath her?

Taeyong shook his head at that last thought. No way would Johnny hang out with someone like that. No way would Mark hang out with someone like that.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard music playing from one of the vocal practice rooms. Those rooms were normally pretty soundproof, so the noise confused him. Upon closer inspection, one door was slightly ajar, allowing the music to flow out of it, together with vocals he hasn’t heard before.

Curious, Taeyong approached the room an peaked through the little glass window of the door. Inside was a girl with a slight upturn to the corner of her lips as she switched to humming along to the melody of the song. Her eyes were closed, and her fingers were lightly tapping on the wall next to her almost as if she was trying to keep the rhythm. He had never seen her before, so he came up with the conclusion that this was Lee Hannah.

Upon the end of the song, he knocked on the door, shocking her into jolting her eyes open. He tilted his head in confusion when, the moment their eyes met, she scrambled up and hastily bowed towards him.

“Hi, I’m sorry for taking up the room for longer than expected.”

“No problem,” he tried to keep his voice reassuring, “the rooms are free to use, and there are a lot of them. You’re pretty good, by the way.”

She was picking at her nails as the 95 liner spoke to her. “I don’t know. I’ve only been practicing my singing for a few weeks, so it’s still really unstable.”

“Relax,” chuckles escaped from him, “you are good. Don’t worry, though. I was a lot worse than you are when I first entered SM.”

“Thank you.”

A small silence passed over them before Taeyong realized she probably wanted to practice on her own. With that, he nodded at her in the slightest and smiled. “I’ll leave you be now. Hey, if you want more company that isn’t Johnny, you can come look for me, alright? Any friend of his is a friend of mine.”

He didn’t wait for a response anymore as he left. So it seemed like she was shy. Not for long, though. She was, after all, friends with Johnny and Donghyuck.

Jung Jaehyun

Jaehyun was in a rush. He had ended up staying late in school because he was the one assigned to clean up that week. Of course, he had completely forgotten about that, so he had told the SM staff that he’d be in time. Of course, not wanting to admit he forgot, he still rushed to training rather than correcting. It was good conditioning anyway.

But Jaehyun forgot the different factors that could go wrong. He could trip, drop something, get too tired, or run into someone. Which he did.

“I am so sorry!”

The dimpled boy immediately knelt down and offered his hand to the young girl he had accidentally knocked over in the halls of SM. He had hit her hard enough that she hit the ground with a loud thud, the contents of her bag slightly scattering around them.

“No, it’s fine,” she had told him. “I’m sorry, too.”

“No, I wasn’t looking where I was going...” Jaehyun trailed off when he saw a small meal scattered on the ground. He cursed to himself. Her food was all inedible now because he had knocked it all over. Looks like it was a good idea to bring a handkerchief that day.

“I’ll do it, it’s okay!”

The girl went to pick up her stuff, waving her hands at him, but Jaehyun shook his head. He bent down to help her clean up.

“No, I’ll help,” he told her. “I’ll buy you new food, too.”

“I’m really okay!”

The way she was avoiding his eyes made him think that perhaps she was angry with him. Then that’s when he fully processed who she was. It was Lee Hannah, who he had often seen with Johnny during breaks! Remembering she was still new to being immersed into Korean, he decided to switch to English.

“Hannah, right?” Jaehyun smiled at her as she looked at him in surprise. “I’m Jaehyun. I’m a friend of Johnny’s too. Sorry for literally running into you. I’ll get you more food.”

Her eyes widened, “It’s fine! You don’t have to, I can just go and get more.”

“I insist.” He helped her up as soon as she was able to collect all her things into her bag. “It was my fault, anyway. I really shouldn’t have been running, especially not in here while the younger kids are still out and about on their break.”

She had closed her hands around her bag strap while thinking. Jaehyun tilted his head in curiosity. His initial thoughts of her being mad all faded away when he realized she was just being, well, shy. That was interesting considering she spends most of her time with Johnny, Mark, and Donghyuck. Then again, those three could be friends with literally anyone. Maybe she needed to befriend someone of a little less energy than the three.

“Hey,” Jaehyun began, “really, I’ll get it. It was my fault you dropped everything. Besides, think of this as a peace offering.”

“Pardon?”

“You’re friends with my friends, so why not we be friends as well?”

A grin grew on her face when she nodded, although a bit shyly. With that, he led her out to the small hidden restaurant he just found a few weeks prior. Training be damned, it’s not like he was never late before.

Kim Dongyoung (Doyoung)

Doyoung was just adopting trainees all around.

Not literally, of course. It just so happens that he likes taking the younger boys out a lot and bringing his foreign friends home for the holidays. This time around, he was bringing home Mark. Just Mark. If he was right, Yuta and Johnny would be hanging out in Taeyong’s place.

Usually, Mark went with the flow and did as he was told without asking for anything. That’s why he was a little surprised when Mark brought up a favor.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want, hyung,” Mark fumbled with his words. “I have a friend, and it’s either this friend goes with me or with Hyuck for the holiday. You know how overwhelming Hyuck and his siblings could be, so could you maybe ask your mom?”

“I guess that’s another one for the table,” Doyoung smiled. Who was he to deny Mark’s wholesome request especially since it was probably his first time asking the elder for a favor? “Let’s just surprise mom. You know she likes having guests over.”

“Nice!” Mark cheered. The younger boy then looked past Doyoung and grinned. “Hannah! Get over here!”

Doyoung jumped slightly at the name. Familiar, yet not at the same time. He put on a gentle smile as a younger girl made her way to them. It was the first time he had seen her, which was surprising since Doyoung did spend a lot of time with younger trainees.

“Hannah, this is Doyoung hyung,” Mark began, “and he’s taking us in for the holiday. Hyung, this is Hannah, the friend I was talking about.”

“Oh, um, thank you for letting me come over.” The way Hannah fumbled with her fingers lightly tugged at his heart. She looked so nervous, almost as if she felt like he would take back his offer any second. Doyoung couldn’t do that. Not when his fondness that he felt upon meeting her was starting to mirror the fondness he felt when he first met Jeno.

“No problem,” he reassured her. “It’ll be fun, okay? I promise.”

Her flinch didn’t go unnoticed, but Doyoung decided not to pry. He had just met her, anyway, so questioning her was out of the question.

“We’ll have a lot of good food there,” he began as Mark nodded along. “We’ll watch movies, too. Or we can go hangout at the playground.”

He watched as Mark lightly nudged the quiet girl with his shoulder, an excited look on his face. A brief whispered exchange went between them, one he couldn’t understand with both the volume and the language used.

“I’m looking forward to it,” she bowed her head to him, the smallest of smiles on her face.

Doyoung let out a small laugh and patted her head. Looks like he might just adopt this kid as well.

Dong Sicheng (Winwin)

Staying later than everyone else became normal for Winwin.

He was still getting used to it. The different dance style, that is. The things he was learning and practicing in SM, they were non-existent to him in Chinese traditional dance. He wasn’t used to it, which is why he tried to stay behind often just to get himself a little more used to the different grooves and steps.

This night in particular, though, he was struggling with the way he had to move his legs in order to swing his whole self. It was in a different manner than what he was used to, so he did tend to do it the way he knows. This frustrated him to no end.

With one more mistake, he let out a groan and just dropped to the floor. Through the mirror, a flash of movement caught his eye. There had been someone standing by the door, but whoever it was left as soon as he had fixated on the mirror.

“What?”

It wasn’t a ghost. Winwin had his fair share of horror stories in the company, but this felt different. There were no sudden chills or ominous feelings, so who was that? And why were they still here?

He went over to the training room’s door and opened it, looking outside. His eyes widened in the slightest as they met another pair. It was one of the younger trainees, he knew that.

“What are you doing here?” He asked. “I thought all the younger trainees have to go home by 10? It’s midnight now.”

The girl’s face shifted to one of guilt. “Sorry. I wanted to practice a little more. I didn’t mean to watch you!“

Winwin just nodded. That was basically the same reason he was still there, anyway. He opened the door a little wider and tilted his head towards the inside.

“Come in. This is the only room they leave unlocked. Everything else is used by the sunbaes. You can connect to the speakers, I was just about to clean up anyway.”

He went in without waiting for her. Her footsteps quickly followed his, the sound of the door shutting slightly echoing through the room.

A simple beat filled the room as he organized his things. Eventually, his eyes were drawn to the way she was warming up. It was familiar. She was stretching areas of her body that the other trainees didn’t really do much, but he did.

He looked at her curiously. “Did you do some type of ballet or modern dance before?”

A smile cracked onto his face when she jumped in surprise.

“Gymnastics and cheerleading,” she explained. “What makes you say?”

“Your stretching.” Winwin mirrored her straddle and began demonstrating. “I did traditional dance back in China, so I could see the differences. The others tend to do it like this, but you do it differently. You extend past your toes and fingers, and you’re graceful, um...”

“Hannah.”

“Hannah. I’m Sicheng, but everyone here calls me Winwin.���

“Oh, you’re Chinese, then? I’m half-Chinese.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Do you speak, though?”

“No,” she bit her lip, “but I’m planning to learn.”

He nodded at her. “Alright then. If you need to practice with anyone, then come talk to me, alright?”

“Okay. If it’s not a bother, could I see what type of traditional dance you did?”

Winwin glanced at his bag. He was ready to leave, but maybe he shouldn’t. Besides, even he knew that letting her walk alone at ungodly hours would be a mean move. He could stay until she had to go.

“Sure.”

Nakamoto Yuta

Yuta wasn’t oblivious.

He had noticed Hannah hanging out with some of his friends, so of course he knew her. He just never actually met her. Well, not before the last monthly evaluation of the year.

The young girl sitting a few seats from him was quite obviously struggling with her phone and the portable battery she had with her. This grabbed Yuta’s attention. For the first time in the months she had been in the company, she looked nervous. Curious, he silently made his way closer to her.

“Are you okay?” His voice must have startled her since she jumped in her seat when he spoke. A spark of fondness lit in him when he saw her expression. She looked like a fox caught stealing food.

“Oh, I’m okay,” she nodded, “I just can’t get my phone to work.”

One look at the gadgets in her hand and Yuta could tell they were both drained. Damn, he was supposed to bring his own portable battery, but he decided against it since his phone was fully charged anyway.

“I don’t think you’re going to get any power from that.” He watched amused as she followed his finger when it tapped her gadgets then unlocked his phone. “What song are you doing? Maybe I have it here.”

“Oh, um, are you sure?” Her voice was the slightest but hesitant.

Yuta pressed his lips into a line with a small smile. “Yeah. There’s quite a while between out turns anyway. So? What is it?”

“Everybody by SHINee sunbaenim.”

He let out a hum as he searched his music library. “Instrumental or the song itself?”

“Just the song,” she confirmed. “I’m still focusing on dance first.”

This was interesting. From what Yuta heard from Johnny, Hannah had a good set of vocals on her. Donghyuck said so as well, and god knows how picky Donghyuck could be with vocals.

“Is that so? Ah!” The Japanese boy tilted his phone to show her he had it secured. “I’ve got it right here. Anyway, I’ve heard you’re quite a good singer.”

“Not so,” she shrugged. “I’m still learning, and I know I’ve got a long way to go. I think I’ll just show what I’m good at for evaluation.”

The older shook his head. “I’ve been here for almost a year, and I think I can say that they want to see your progress. Next month, why not try something else, hm?”

A thoughtful look crossed her face, making him chuckle. He quickly removed his passcode from his phone and placed it in her hands. This made her look at him in confusion.

“It’s almost your turn,” he nodded towards the center of the room, “so hold onto that. You can give it to me when you finish. I’ll be right over there. Good luck, Hannah.”

“Thank you,” she bowed to him as well as she could in her seat. “Good luck to you, too.”

With that, Yuta went back to his original seat next to Taeyong. His dragon-eyed friend lightly tapped his leg.

“Hey,” Taeyong nodded in Hannah’s direction, “you went to talk to Hannah? She didn’t back away from you or anything?”

Back away? Why would she back away from him? Was he intimidating? Maybe she was shy?

“No, I think she was too nervous about her phone dying to worry about being shy.”

The confused look on Taeyong’s face made Yuta laugh. It looks like Yuta was able to become friendly with someone faster than Taeyong. That’s something he had to tell Johnny.

Moon Taeil

Many things had been lost within the company and found by someone who isn’t the owner. Phones, water bottles, clothes, even notebooks. This is why Taeil was surprised with what he found inside the vocal practice booth.

A binder.

It was filled with sheets of popular song lyrics, both western and Korean. There were also multiple scribbles on every single page, annotating the intonations, emphasis, and whatnot of the lyrics. It was something he did himself, but not really to this extent. It seamed every other syllable had some type of note written for it. Whoever owned this must have been working quite hard to sound the way they want to exactly.

Taeil closed the binder and looked at the cover. Who owned this? Sure he’d normally leave a lost thing behind, but the amount of effort placed in this binder made him want to look for who owned it and give it back. He flipped the binder and scanned the back.

Lee Hannah.

The English letters written in silver market stood out to him. Ah, one of the younger trainees. If Taeil remembered correctly, then she was probably in one of the dance practice rooms just wrapping up a dance class with the rest of the girls.

That’s how he found himself on the fourth floor and looking for the girls’ practice room. Of course, he got a little lost and ended up face to face with some of the younger boys.

“Taeil hyung!” He was immediately greeted in a tight hug by none other than Lee Donghyuck.

“Hyung,” Mark greeted him with a smile, “what are you doing down here?”

“I was looking for Hannah,” the elder explained as he let his free arm rest across Donghyuck’s back. “She left this binder up in the vocal rooms, I thought maybe she’d want it back.”

“Oh, let me see!”

Taeil could only laugh as Donghyuck took the binder from him and flipped through the contents.

“She’ll be here in a bit,” Mark explained. “Jeno and Jaemin usually invite her to hang out here during their break.”

True to what Mark said, the two boys walked in with the girl of the day in between them. Taeil smiled and waved at them as they came, noticing how Hannah moved to stand a little behind her two friends.

“Hey, Hannah,” Taeil greeted her, “you left your binder upstairs. I brought it down to give it to you, but Donghyuck took it.”

Her eyes widened as she bowed to him in thanks. “Thank you so much! Yah! Lee Donghyuck!”

The young girl practically yelled as she stormed over to her friend who was currently trying to apply her annotations to the way he sang. He chuckled as she pulled her binder from his grasp and lightly smacked him. Jeno and Jaemin had come over to try and look at the binder as well, but she had shooed them away. So the quiet Hannah he very rarely saw in the company had a loud side to her as well.

A sigh from Mark caught his attention.

“They’re always so excessively loud when all four of them are together.”

“That’s what you get for being the eldest among them,” Taeil laughed. “Hannah’s like this often, too?”

“I thought she wasn’t,” Mark shrugged, “but I think she finally warmed up enough to be like this.”

“Well then,” Taeil nodded as he went towards the door, “good luck with the kids, Mark. Check on Jisung, I think he’s hiding from the mess of the millenium kids.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

Taeil shook his head in amusement as he left. There was definitely more to the younger kids that he didn’t know.

Kim Jungwoo

(pls i can’t find predebut jungwoo pics 😭)

The rumors were getting to Jungwoo’s head. This was why he decided to talk to Jaemin about it. The current NCT Dream boy on hiatus had been visiting him a lot, and he had let slip that there was a rumored lineup change and that Jungwoo would be joining NCT in the next year.

“I don’t know, Jaemin,” Jungwoo began. “I don’t think they think I’m ready. What if I—“

“Na Jaemin!” A familiar voice had cut him off. “What are you doing here?”

Jungwoo watched as the one and only female member if NCT raced towards them and stopped right in front of Jaemin. The 00-line boy pulled his friend into a hug, which was quite a heartwarming sight.

The younger girl had just newly dyed her hair green in preparation for their comeback, and it was a stark difference from her previous brown hair. Seeing her hug Jaemin back warmly made him a little confused. She was known to be on the colder side and refuse affection, so this was new to him.

There she was, though, being all fussy over Jaemin and not even pushing him away when he squished her cheeks together. Caught up in his staring, he almost didn’t notice the way she noticed his presence and stood behind Jaemin while looking at him.

Not knowing what to do, the 98-liner bowed then gave her a wave, hoping he had the warmest smile on his face instead of an awkward one.

“Oh, right,” Jaemin coughed, “Hannah, this is Jungwoo hyung. Hyung, this is Hannah. She’s shy around new people, so please excuse her.”

“You didn’t need to tell him that,” Hannah muttered to Jaemin.

Jungwoo cracked a small smile. So the infamous Lee Hannah could also look like a kid outside of her Dream performances...

“It’s nice to meet you, sunbae,” He greeted her. “Hopefully you don’t feel too uncomfortable with me.”

Hannah nodded at him with a shy smile. “It’s nice to meet you, too.”

“I’ve been meeting a few trainees recently,” Jaemin told her. “I hear Jungwoo hyung is possibly going to be added to our lineup for the rumored project next year.”

Ah, right. The lineup. If the rumors were true, Jungwoo would be able to work with Hannah, maybe. Would he be able to see more sides of her like this? Different from what the public see?

“Well then,” she turned to him with a gentle smile, “if the rumors are true, I’m looking forward to working with you.”

He was taken back by this. Straightening in surprise, he bowed his head to her in the slightest. “Thank you.”

Jungwoo zoned out as the two kids in front if him spoke. It still seemed strange to him, honestly. From what he knew from SM’s promotions of NCT Dream, Hannah was a cold princess who didn’t really speak to anyone outside of NCT. This is why Jungwoo wouldn’t believe it when his fellow trainee mentioned he was put into a group chat with her and Jaemin and that she was quite chaotic.

He was brought out of his thoughts as Jaemin placed a quick kiss to her cheek. Just in time, too, since Hannah had bowed to him. He bowed back and watched as she headed down the hall.

“She’s something, isn’t she?” Jaemin chuckled affectionately. “Actually soft in her own way, she just doesn’t know how to show it.”

“Not like how SM paints her.” The older of the two looked back onto her public imaged and compared it to what he saw.

“No,” Jaemin shook his head, “I’m sure you’ll see what she’s really like sometime soon. Who knows, maybe she’ll warm up to you real quick, hyung.”

Jungwoo could only shrug. “It’d be an honor if she did.”

[shesawriter39049]

|PRIVATE SHOW|M|

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader

SMUT/LIGHT ANGST

About-Just a casual lunch outing where Tae’s trying to do his job and your trying to get him off under the table with your shoe...nothing new!

OR- Tae and yourself are grabbing lunch at 71 Above, after checking out the last couple of venues for the company's end of the year Holiday party. While at said restaurant, it becomes a humbling reminder that the most important people in your life are essentially a secret...cute!

WC:5k

WARNINGS: Public sex -ish( A foot-job under the table) dirty talk, teasing, light edging, frontage (kinda), overstimulation, Tae comes in his YSL leather pants, mentions of Oral (Male receiving), Tae is somewhat submissive, whilst also being a little shit. “Baby boy/Good boy” Kink

DNA Era Tae meets 2020 Tae

Tae is her baby and also her Executive Assistant

He just wants to hold her hand tbh

NOTE: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! P.S. If you’re new here Kookie joins the party a little later….

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“So” Musing over your cocktail glass “Thoughts on the last place?”

Eyeing the man sitting across from you intently who’s clearly in the holiday spirit. Dressed in a deep red silk button-down, apparently, he’s taken a page out of Jimin’s book considering it’s barely buttoned, to begin with! Honestly, he’d be better off not even wearing one at all at this rate.

Smoky silver locks messily styled out of his face showcasing those bushy yet sculpted brows of his. One of your favorite past times has become watching Tae become more confident as he grows into himself. No longer finding the need to hide behind his long shaggy bangs, though you can’t; lie, you do kinda miss him looking like the puppy he truly is deep down. However this, version of Tae just hits different, your baby boy looks like a whole ass man and you’ll never get over it!

God the things you endlessly wanna do to him…..even after all these years....

You watch Tae sigh almost miserably over a mouthful of lobster mac which seems completely out of place considering the way the dish in question smells…“Honestly?”

Offering a curt nod, encouraging him to continue as you welcome yourself to his plate! The amount of cheese that’s trickling from your fork is actually disrespectful!

“It was cute, I liked how big the lot is, and more importantly how spaced out the spots are! You know how rich people get about people being too close to the damn cars!” Rolling his eyes as if he in he’s excluded from that category and you can’t help but scoff.

“Tae you technically are one of those people at this point. Just like...yesterday actually, you almost ripped Jackson’s balls off for bumping into your rearview mirror but carry on.” Flicking your fork in his direction, ignoring the sharp glare he sent your way in the process.

This time around I think both of his eyes managed to roll in different directions, again, Jimin’s wearing off on him! “Anyway, yeah, I don’t know, I liked the space, the exposed brick beams in the ceiling was cool. Kinda gave it a homey vibe which is fitting….”

You could hear it hanging off his tongue, he sounds very, “meh” about it, so you opt fil in the blank. “Butttt??”

“Butttt, I -It felt like...like I was forcing myself to like it…” Slouching down into his seat, features a little uneasy, as if him not liking the venue was a direct insult to the owner personally! You on the other hand you let out a bated breath that you weren’t even aware was being held, eyes wide shining with relief.

“Oh thank fuck” Hand slamming down absently along the table, “I thought it was just me, and I felt like such an ass too because-”

“They were so sweet” Came in unison, both of you almost cooing as you said it! Hands placed dramatically over your heart as you reclined against your chair.

“So sweet,” Tae parroted in a light pout,”I mean they were literally wearing matching loafers Y/n. Matching” Idly jading a fork into his side salad in a way that’s borderline concerning actually, a tad bit aggressive over there!

” But it just-I don’t know, I guess will always think like those broke college kids at heart” Flashing you a brief glowing smile that you can’t help but return, humming in agreeance.

“Which isn’t a bad thing, per say, the mentality definitely keeps us humbled! But there’s time and place for that attitude and honestly I just wasn’t feelin it! At least not in comparison to the others we’ve seen, it wasn’t fighting the vibe were going for. Regardless of how good the offer is” Shrugging over another mouth full of food and you there’s not much else for you to say because that was your consensus exactly.

Basically, once the two of you showed up, the cute little husband and wife duo offered you a deal which would essentially consist of them renting you the space for next to nothing. In exchange, they’d want you to post a couple of ads via your company and personal social media accounts as promo. Your initial thought outside of just thinking they were utterly adorable was how much money you’d save...but as Tae said, thankfully that’s not really a concern anymore, if you wanted you can get it!

Easily…discounts and barters aside, just a flick of the wrist and it’s yours!

“True, also can we just take a moment to talk about how aesthetically pleasing the Valentine was though?” Tossing your head back with a dramatic groan “I mean fuck you already know the way I feel about industrial spaces, the high, glass ceiling, all the greenery..” Eyes rolling to the back of your head with a slight moan…as you envision the space. Especially how moody and sexy the overall venue would look with thousands of lights cascading from the glass ceilings.

Clearly the venue was doing ....a lot for you right now!

Brow cocked at the blatant...enthusiasm surrounding the location in question “Mmm, well that’s something...interesting to add to the kink list, just when I thought I’d explored every avenue, but apparently not.” Voice low, teasing, head cocked to the side, a shit eating grin plastered along his lips, as he swirls his tongue along the tip of his straw in a way that’s……

“ I guess we’re adding “industrial spaces” to the list. Noted.” Smirking around his drink like the little shit he is!

Right, you may or may not have crossed your legs at the sudden drawl laced within his delivery but not before, kicking his shin with the tip of your heel, “You little shit” Rolling your eyes at the way he dramatically rubs the side of his leg, hitting you with straight puppy dog eyes as he pouts over at you as if you actually caused serious damage!.

Leaning forward a little so you don't have to try as hard to whisper, the notion has your breast essentially sitting on top of the table. Not that they weren’t already on full display in your dress or anything. Hand slipping beneath the table, landing on his kneecap. “What? Suddenly you don’t like a little pain?” Tone blatantly teasing whilst ghosting your nails agonizingly slow up his inner thigh, and his entire body goes rigid at the sensation. Tae’s always been extremely...

“God, your still so sensetive....” You weren’t intending for that to come out in the form of a moan but considering the one that fell from his lips in return...you ain’t mad about it! 100% dialed in to the way his eyes are fluttering, jaw tight, trying his damndest to play it cool, especially once the waitress makes eye contact silently asking if the two of you need anything. “Takes so little Hmm?”’

Flashing him a quick smile, waving her off for the time being, far too focused on another task to entertain anyone else right now!  Only stopping your ministrations once your fingers land right beneath his balls.

“This place is very well lit, I like the hue, it’s casting a good soft-light, especially the way it’s bouncing off your complexion...” Eyes cascading against the ceiling, tone casual, until your eyes drop....

“You’d look so fuckin good, coming for me right now...” The words purr off your tongue, flashing him a cheeky little wink, and poor Taehyung chokes on his martini!

“You know how much you love being watched...I could have you making a mess all over yourself and no one would even know. ” Not even trying to hide the smirk playing on your lips when you can already feel the tension in the room rise. “My own little private show...” Eyes wicked as your fingers wander a little higher, gently pressing your palm down around his dick. Rubbing tauntingly, the touch isn't enough through the thick leather, however it does instantly make his length swell in the confines of his pants! We all know this….underwear is nonexistent in Tae’s world! “Kinda brings me back to our college days...” Teeth sinking into your bottom lip at the mere memory...you getting Tae off whilst in the lecture hall full of 300 plus students. 

Regardless of the deer in headlights look flashing across his face his legs still spread apart, hips bucking forward because well as we just said...baby boy loves being watched. This however, prompts you to once again change positions, now digging your nails into the back of his thighs before letting the tips of your fingers tickle free. Coly bringing them back above surface to take another languid  sip of your drink, tossing a strand of hair over your shoulder.

Ya know, I can’t say you’re surprised by his reaction, baby boy can dish it but sure can’t take it, neck and chest flushing to rival his shirt! Banging on his sternum in an attempt to reroute the liquor burning his lungs.

“Jesus-fuc-Y/n!” You have the nerve to hum inquisitively, only this time for his sanity he humors you! “Can you like not go from asulting me to-” Looking over his shoulder before dropping his voice down to a whisper “Stroking my dick, and offering to get me off under the table, all in the span of a nanosecond!?” The plea hissed through clenched teeth but the complaint was half hearted at most! Well aware his dicks already throbbing in his pants at the thought alone! “Fuck me” Sucking in a harsh breath, as he raked his fingers through his scalp.

“Well…” Tonguing at your inner cheek, eyes fluttering away as if you were in deep thought… “In my defense you kinda started it, bringing up my kink list like I don’t own a whole ass porn company!” Propping your chin on your palm, gaze locked and loaded “Like I wasn’t thinking about tainting that sweet innocent couple by letting them watch as I dropped to my knees, letting you fuc-”

“Y/n!” He actually attempts to sound almost applauded, like he doesn’t love how absolutely filthy your mouth is. However there’s a silent little “please” playing on his tongue, no matter how threatening he tried to sound.

You giggled, straight up giggled, reclining in your seat, amused, and somewhat satisfied so you let him be, for the time being anyway. Though you may have eaten your angel hair pasta in a very obscene manner, every now and then you’d sinfully suck the noodles through your overly glossed lips! However, if he dared to clock you on it you’d just simply note that it was your way of not messing up your makeup….

The two of you finish your lunch in comfortable silence, making small talk here and there, a mixture of work and bullshit until Tae’s phone goes off with a couple text notifications.

A low hum rattling in the back of his throat as he eyes the message from Hoseok. Subconsciously Tae reaches across the table, intertwining your fingers before bringing your knuckles up to his lips. Grazing them with his lips casually as he scrolls through his phone.

“Alright  baby, so, I have a list ready, we have a couple brands that wanna work with us for the party. Seoks already narrowed it down to the ones that are actually worth discussing however-“

Honestly, it took both of you a minute to even realize what was going on, the skinship was second nature at this point. It wasn’t until his thumb grazed over your wedding band that the notion even resonated! Tae and yourself were a good two drinks in, feelin all warm and fuzzy and got caught up in the moment! Temporarily forgetting that you were in the middle of a restaurant in Downtown LA! Forgetting that the Kim currently caressing your knuckles and calling you baby is not the one you're technically married to! It may seem minor in retrospect, but you’ve always tried to stop yourselves from getting comfortable, with being comfortable in certain locations if that makes sense! You slip up one to many times and the next thing you know it happening in the office or on the red carpet!

Taehyung’s eyes grow almost comically wide, straight panic flashes over those big brown orbs of his and your heart sinks as you watch his head whip around, checking to make sure no one caught the interaction. It was almost painful how quickly he disconnected from you as his entire face dropped and no, just no!

“Hey...hey no it’s fine, it’s like 2 in the afternoon on a Tuesday! Not to mention we’re tucked in a booth in the corner ,we’re good, nobody heard or saw you…” Voice calm and quiet, trying to come off comforting, flashing him a weary smile. Reaching across the table to thumb at his palm, and it would be a lie to say you didn't also check over your shoulder before hand as well’

A dry almost bitter chuckle leaves his throat as he flinches away, tossing the fork down on his plate sliding it halfway across the table indicating he is more than done eating. Flicking the bridge of his nose with his index finger, jaw twitching, “Yeah, lucky me huh? I actually got to hold your hand for all of two seconds before we realized I’m techionally not allowed to do that unless were in fuckin I don’t know Alaska!” 

He’s agitated, and with every right to be, even if he is being a little dramatic. Thankfully he’s keeping his voice low, but you can feel how tight his throat is, the amount of grit laced within his tenor has your eyes bugging out of there socket.

“Bab- “ It was a reflex, whenever he’s upset it’s just what falls from your lips, and he gives you a look, almost as if to say “How fucking dare you” ! The level of hurt the pet name just rendered within his eyes is- 

Eyes sharp, brows furrowed “Noo, nooo, we literally just went through this. That’s not the way it works for us in this kinda setting” Flailing his arms around to reference the restaurant. “Wrong Kim” Well damn. “So it's Tae in public remember!?” Brow quirked accusingly, he’s abating this entire situation, almost like he wants you to snap, a second away from whisper yelling! “ Or maybe I should say Taehyung, hell  just use my full government while your at it. Let’s make it real impersonal, Mr. Kim maybe?” Head cocked to the side as if he’s being genuine and not a total smartass right now. 

You-he’s ...hurt, and you get that, hell you respect that, but Lunch at 71 Above is not the time or place for this conversation. You’re trying to approach this on a more rational level, however the condescending delivery is making it hard, and your only human. Eyes rolling to the back of your head before you can even catch yourself and that little gesture seems to be what officially set him off!

You can physically see the tension within his face... “I’m gonna go get some air, I might actually call a Uber or somethin,.” The words trailed off his lips low in mumbled but clear enough to be heard because that’s ultimately what he wanted to begin with. 

There was something in his eyes you couldn’t read, a combination of anger/hurt mixed another emotion you can’t quite pinpoint! But whatever it is, you fuckin hated it! Throat running painfully dry as watch him slide his chair out and even though realistically you know at max he’s headed home...Still the gesture alone is gut wrenching because you know this runs deeper than just this situation!

“Tae” His name leaves your throat as more of a warning, reaching up to take an almost possessive grip on his wrist. Fingertips landing on the edge of his Cartier bracelet, the one you're both wearing actually, same arm and all!

A deep labored breath shutters from his chest at the contact, thighs feelin like a newborn fawn, gaze hesitantly meeting yours. “Tae, baby” Daring to use the endearment again regardless of your current surroundings “Sit back down so I can order us dessert and we can discuss whatever you want...just-please” The ending whisked off your tongue so faint your almost wondering if he even heard you!

Taehyung narrows his eyes, teeth clenched, tongue nudging his inner cheek! “I’m not really in the mood for cake right now Y/n. To be honest I just wanna leave” You know he’s aiming for dry but instead he lands somewhere around defeated , which makes it even worse. You’re both well aware this is not truly about cake, it’s about his constant need to run away from shit!

Sliding your fingers down his wrist, interlocking your fingers, giving them a firm squeeze. Eyes locked with his “Then you can get whatever you want, but I need you to just be here right now, I really, really need you to sit here, and just breathe through this with me.”

He’s know what your really asking is for him not to run away for once!

A faint little “Whatever” Leaves his lips and then he’s dead silent, silent as he slides his chair out, remaining as such for what feels like hours, and it has your heart beating painfully hard against your ribcage. It’s almost like he’s not even here, eyes fixated on some random painting on the opposite side of the restaurant, chewing at his inner cheek until....

“I’m sorry…” He admits after a baited breath, stroking your palm with his thumb gently, you can see him working over his thought’s in his head before speaking. ”I can’t - fuck I never know when I’m going to get all in my feels with shit like this, sometimes it just sucks harder than others I guess” The curt little shrug that leaves his shoulders let’s you know how uncomfortable he is, Tae’s overall persona suddenly seems mounds smaller in this moment. Anxiously stroking the back of his own neck “But....I shouldn't have come at you like that! That was fucked on my behalf and for that I’m truly am sorry ! This isn't all on you, or Joon we all-”Gazing over his shoulder before continuing “There’s just- there’s a lot, we have families and it’s just, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, ...”

Dropping his voice a little lower “I just fuckin love you” There’s a timid smile playing on his lips “and if the offer still stands I would really fuckin like chocolate cake…”

You actually snort, that’s your first instinct because only Tae, but the plus is it lightens the mood  immensely! The sudden outburst triggers that full boxy grin to come into play and god your so damn  enamored by this man it’s actually sad. Bringing his knuckles up to your mouth, grazing them past your lips like he did yours moments prior. “I love you too, and chocolate cake sounds fuckin amazing, and liquor, we need new drinks, actually we need an entire bottle! ” You laugh and then so does Tae, suddenly your holding hands and laughing together and everything else just seems so miniscule in the moment.

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So, here’s the thing...being a CEO of one of the top Adult film entertainment companies is not on the same level as like..I don’t know….

Owning a high-end clothing company, or being a reality star or something. Your field is praised just as highly as it is tabooed, so with that being said, it’s not like your the top topic on E-news, or on Business Digest. You still have a strong sense of normality, point blank you’re not that important. It’s not as common for outsiders to know the high rollers within the porn industry the way it is in other fields!

However there's another avenue to factor in where the 7 of you are concerned, and that’s the world of social media, and that’s a completely different world entirely! One that’s heavily intertwined in your state in particular, living playing, and working in LA….I mean let’s get real, shit not normal here, by any means!

You’re a 26-year-old wealthy CEO, that goes to work in a Ferrari, cute little bodycons, Louboutin's, and Chanel bags! Your executive assistant is Tae for fucks sake, he looks like a model his damn self , on the surface your life is an aesthetically pleasing wet dream. An influencer without even trying for the title, if your 2.7 million followers are at all telling! So in the public eye, especially when out in Downtown LA..you try to be discreet.

Just last week Jimin was hanging all over you while walking through Saks and one of your mutual followers stopped to ask for a picture. Again this isn’t a daily occurrence, you’re not comparing yourself to Rhianna, but it’s why you do move with a slight air of caution when in your city! You literally live in a place where people become famous for running into walls, nevertheless owning their own business!

The world knows you’re married to Namjoon, and to be honest there’s numerous reasons the other aspect of your dynamic stays hidden! More than just the obvious….

However there’s been rumors circulating over the years, or at least now that Hollywood’s decided you hold some relevance! Ones pertaining your your sexuality, typically the tabloids assuming it, insulating your swingers, or that Namjoon’s bi.  A Lot of these narratives circle back from your college days though, old classmates trying to slip tea to the media. Stories of when you could go to a party and it didn’t matter if you were sandwiched between Namjoon and Yoongi at the same damn time! Not to mention the dark side of social media where nothing ever truly dies, so yeah there are some questionable photos floating around. Luckily nothing recent enough to truly add fuel to the fire but you know deep down it’s only a matter of time!

One could argue it adds allure to the overall dynamic, especially considering your line of work, and maybe it wouldn’t matter if the boys were just casual thirds...but they’re not! They’re so much more than that and that’s what makes this hard, because well in laymen’s terms...people just fucking suck! So as heartbreaking as it is, where your other boys are concerned, in the public eye at least your “relationship” holds a strong air of mystery!

It’s the little things ya know? Like now for example, the fact that he could've easily gotten a foot job under the table but has to walk on eggshells about holding your hand at times! Shit just sucks sometimes, there’s no other way around it!

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The two of you don’t really talk much until the dessert comes, more drinks and a bottle is in fact ordered as well! The silence felt a little more bearable this time around, busying yourselves on your phones. A very minor but significant change, is the fact that you still haven’t let go of his hand, even once the waitress returns. The simple notion has his entire dementor shifting! Fingers still tightly bound together and your chest flutters seeing the way he flushes almost bashfully at such minor PDA! Like the two of you didn’t hook up in the back of a club in London two months ago! Like you literally weren’t palming him under the table! Yet here he is blushing at openly holding your hand!

So fuckin cute!

Eventually two pieces of molten chocolate crepe cake gets brought over and holy fuck! Both moaning in unison as the pastry hits the table...

“Oh my goddd, we have to take a piece home for Jin, the like...convince him to learn how to make it!” You watch Tae’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he laces his lips around the fork! Groaning out in agreeance once the mixtures of pure sin hit his tongue.

“K...now back to , these sponsors...” Prompting over a mouth full of cake, not that you wouldn’t love to sit here and chill all day but you do have a 4pm conference call!

You watch as Tae glances down at your intertwined fingers, and his fork....realizing ones gotta go so he can pick up his phone and you physically coo back at him, melting into your set once he opts to drop the fork instead of your hand. Purposely avoiding your glance once he noticed the look on your face, nose scrunched and all!

“Right, so Uber reached out, more specifically Uber Luxxe, looking to send us 4 cars of our choice in exchange for a couple post. Spread out between IG, Twitter and Snap, I’m personally all for this one. The contract doesn’t seem excessive and I like that the post won’t feel forced! I mean realistically we were going to hire a driving service regardless! However something to also consider is our lack of filter when drinking! I mean...”Flailing his phone between the two of you as if to give an example, obviously referencing the little slip up moments prior. At least he can joke about it a little “So realistically, would we feel more comfortable with a private car service where there’s a contract involved as opposed to just some random?”

Tae just went full EA, out of nowhere and honestly ...

You blinked at him, almost dazed, fork halfway to his mouth because, what?! . “You sound so professional right now, it’s so fuckin hot.”

Tae choked on nothing but straight air before blushing profusely. “Baby-I mean-Y-“

You didn’t even flinch, continuing, unperturbed. “Nah, actually I think I’m in the mood to be baby right now!” Eying him wickedly “Your jaw just gets really tight, and your voice gets all low and raspy! It happens during meetings too, it’s really fuckin sexy! Reminds me of the way you sound when your lips are pressed into the side of my neck when we fuck.” It's just the casualness of it all, you sound like your ordering another appetizer and Tae’s about to choke on his dessert. 

The grip he has on your hand is almost painful right now, “But don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here writing out my next script in my head, carry on. What rental service did you have in mind? Or did someone already reach out as well?”

It’s the way you just went from talking about Tae, being balls deep to sponsorships all in the span of a comma! In the words of your best friend you are pure chaos.....

Tae groans  head hanging in defeat and your lips curl into a smirk, brow quirked in his direction.

“It’s the way I hate it here sometimes...” Snatching his hand away to jab his fork into the neglected pastry.

“Ah huh” You roll your eyes crossing your arms over your chest before leaning back. “Right, again let’s not act like you didin’t start this, both here and at the venue.” Leaning over the table again licking your lips “Don’t act like you weren’t eye fucking me the entire time, or the way you’d accidentally brush against me as we walked through the building. You’ve been practically begging for it all day.”

Tae just stares back at you, mind momentarily blank, stomach shifting into knots, letting the fork drop from those delicate fingers of his! Mouth opening and closing like a fish straight outta water...

“Did you think about it too? The acoustics in that place were fuckin insane, the way it would just echo through as you made me cum would just- fuck”  You continued adding that lethal little purr back into your voice! “Or even better the way you’d sound, you don’t even know how bad I wanted to drop-“

“Y/n”

“Baby.” Phrasing the word borderline as a threat “Would you have liked that baby boy?” Cocking your head to the side, tongue teasing your bottom lip “Me on my knees for you looking up at you all pretty, letting you hold my hair and fuck my throat until you came straight into my mouth?”

Speaking of mouths' your just straight fuckin-mayhem ...and it’s making Taehyung’s brain feel like it’s melting through his ears! But god should we be surprised though?

It’s never taken much with you....

You’ve always been just what he needs and a little bit more than he can take all in one! You haven’t even touched him yet and he feels a moan creeping up his throat! Especially as he watches you swirl the tip of your tongue over the whipped cream on the edge of your fork, sucking it between your overly glossed lips in the most obscene manner.

Eyes locked and loaded, a second away from drooling, “Fuck, yeah,” He stutters breath hitching on his lungs, heat coursing through his skin. Tae’s veins literally feel like they’re on fire, subtly trying to shift in his seat to readjust himself! Glancing subconsciously out of his peripheral, the restaurant still chill and half empty. The waitress on the opposite end of the room attending to another couple!

“You always look so damn good with my cock down your throat, and my cum on your tounge. God, especially when I wrap my hand around your throat and I can feel you swallowing down around my-” Your tongue’s swirling all over this damn fork, and he can feel every flick your tongue against his dick, and it’s just...fuck!  Not to mention once you accidently spilled some whipped cream on your lips, which you took your time licking off as well.  “Jesus-Fuck, Y/n!!” Taehyung’s voice is dripping with arousal, and you already know he’s leaking all over the place.

“Yeah?” Humming around the form before setting it to the side “ You like the way I look when I’m chocking on your cock?” These questions are all rhetorical, your an ass “Or how about when I get a little messy because I can’t fit it all in my mouth?” Your eyes darken, words coming out over low gasps of air, almost as if your just as aroused as he is and that’s because you are!

“Your always such a good boy for me, so helpful too holding my hair back, guiding my mouth until you hit the back of my throat...holding me in place until I gag. You know how much I love when you get rough with me ..” Tae feels the sole of your red buttons tease up his thigh, shifting between his legs. The transition was so damn smooth it catches him off guard, instinctively wanting to push away but instead...

“You’d be loud for me too wouldn’t you? Show them how good you look falling apart for me, how good you look when you come down my throat....The way your eyes roll-”

“Holy-fuck Baby” Aggressively running his palms over his face until it’s matching his shirt “Please don’t do this to me right, now, if your gonna give it to me then fuckin let me have it but I cant-.”

You can’t help but smile back at him, so fond it almost seems out of place in the moment. “I’ll give you whatever you want Tae...you know this. You just gotta promise you’ll be good for me, we can’t draw-”

“I’m always good” He damn near growled at you, eyes daring you to say otherwise and well, who were you to deny Tae of what he wants!?Gently pressing your foot at the base of his cock, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips upon feeling that your boys already fully hard.

It’s the way the two of you are just casually in one of LA’s boujeiest restaurants and your deadass about to give him a foot job in Louboutin’s! Yup, your life had turned into a porno,  you’ve officially made it!

“Kay, so back to that list of sponsors, first off I completely agree, as much as I love our contact at Uber I’d prefer an actual car service for something like that.” Here you go again the queen of the switch up, you’re back to discussing work yet there’s still a slight moan in your tenor. Breathy and light and Tae feels like all the airs being sucked from his lungs.

Tae shifts, spreading his thighs even further, shuddering out a bated breath as you point your toe, dragging it up and down! It’s a peep-toe so that alone allows you a little more flexibility! Pressure intentionally light so it’s just enough to have him on the brink of begging! But instead of doing so, he picks up his phone, hands shaky and all and continue doing his job as requested!

“Right..” Clearing his throat not sure why he currently sounds like he’s going through puberty again but K...  “I’ll let Hobi know, maybe we can do something we’re we use them while planning this party or something! Since you vetoed a party planner will have a lot more running around to do! Realistically outside of Joon and Jin we all have coupes anyway...so it’s not like we can carry much!”

Mmm, always the innovator, even when all the blood and airs being rushed to his dick! You feel him try and slide forward, chasing after the stimulation.

“Ohhh, I really like that, and like you said it still feels somewhat organic because realistically our cars aren’t efficient for something like that”  You press down harder against his cock almost as a reward “Good boy, what’s next?” Nodding towards his phone and it takes every ounce of self control he had to swallow down the moan laying on his tongue.

Eyes struggling to stay ajar as you continuously rub your foot up and down his length. Now applying more prominent pressure with the ball of your feet! Movement stealth from the waist up so you don’t draw attraction to yourself.

“Tae Tae” The nickname falls from your lips singsong like, and far too innocent for the demon seed you are. “Next?”

He doesn't even know what to really do except follow instructions, so he just nods, scrolling through his phone. “There was also a couple brands wanted to oh fuck-“ Gasping as you pick up your pace, damn near dropping his phone into the plate beneath him.

Face splitting into an amused grin, a hint of something wicked playing on your lips. Eyes gleaming with mischief, you watch those long, delicate fingers flex, clearly struggling this time around to bite back the moan like he needs to! Hands shaking as your continue working him at a merciless pace. Rubbing faster, harder, utilizing the rounded point on the head of your heel to press right against what your assuming is Tae’s tip by the way he shudders. Thighs shaking as he grips the edge of the table for dear life!

“Oh my godddd” Tae manages to just mouth the words as opposed to screaming them the way he desperately wants too. Tugging on his own scalp, trying to just do something to get himself busy!

“You fuckin love this....” It’s not even a question, more of a consensus!

Your eyes haven’t left his once, watching intently as you swirl your tongue around the straw before taking a sip. Moaning around it because well ya know, the drinks just that damn good apparently.

God his skin feels like it’s on fire, every stroke of your foot has him feeling like he’s coming undone!

He’s trying to focus, on his surroundings, this damn list everything but he can’t he just fucking can’t! Thankfully it’s you, and he trust you with everything he has, so his subconscious is somewhat at ease with all of this because he knows you got him!

“Yeah,fuck yeah you already know you can do anything to me” He states plainly, the most stable his voice has sounded in god knows when “Whatever you want” Gaze heavy through hooded lashes, looking straight at you with steady sinful eyes.

“Mmm, and always want it don’t you baby? Always...:”

He bites back a moan nodding, and then his phone rings, of course his phone fucking rings and it’s coming from the office because why the fuck not?!

“Answer” The command was simple, clearly no room for debate and hs eyes go wide,

“Baby” Complaining with a hint of a whine in his voice and when you don’t seem to give a damn....

“Yeah?”Jaw tight, nostrils flared as he picks up the phone. Adrenaline flies through his veins, pressure building in his gut as you relentlessly keep your pace intact! Pressing harder and deeper into all the right places until he’s coughing around Moans to try and cover it up!

Dropping his head slightly, propping it on his elbow as he squeezes the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “ Welp, That's where it would be so if you don’t see any were out, email me a list and I’ll make a Amazon-“

Taehyung’s chest heaves painfully tight, breathing becoming more erratic with every stroke and yes clearly there’s a strong voyeurism kink within this man! So as crazy as it may sound , the combination of the restaurant, and this phone call ?!

Yeah, he’s not gonna last!

Slouching down completely against the back of the booth, thighs spreading to full capacity. Fingers tangled in his Smokey locks holding his bangs out of his face. Eyes shut , jaw tight, neck slightly reclined, though to the naked eye he’d just appear to be on a very unpleasant phone call! When in all actually he’s finally just letting himself fall apart beneath your touch!

Eyes fluttering open just enough to glance down at you in a way that had you feeling like you could come right with him. Your gaze is Just as heavy as his, lips darting out to wet your lips though your throats suddenly what’s running dry!

Tae’s lips part slightly, though he’s falling apart he’s giving it right back to you. Hitting you with those sinfully needy fuck me eyes! The same ones you see when your riding and edging him until he’s coming tenfold! His breathing comes stagnate every time your foot moves and Tae finds himself gnawing down on his bottom lip to stifle the moans sliding up his chest! You can tell who's on the other end now, it’s the new secretary Alanna, and she legitimately is still getting her footing! Which is the only reason Tae is even entertaining the call, well one of the reasons!

You notice Tae’s breathing is starting to even out a little almost as if he’s gained some of his self control back and we don’t support that in this household.  So you proceed to dig your foot right into the head of his cock and he straight wheezes! Body jerking off the wall and all ...

“No, I’m, fuck-“ There’s a moan that finally falls freely off his tongue that only barley seems acceptable because he in fact just choked! Voice coming out what feels like a octave lower and huskier , poor Alanna! “Yeah i'm good sorry , food just went down the wrong pipe.” He can barely think straight but he knows he needs to close this up “Hey look will be back within the hour and will sort it out then alright?”

I don’t even think he even waited for her to respond before hanging up and literally throwing his phone across the table! Gucci case and all.

“Everything okay? ?” Voice low and teasing, he knows you're technically asking about the office but your timing sucks ass!

“Fuck you” Falls off his lips in a barley audible moan, so consumed as his orgasm builds in the pit of his stomach! Eyes still struggling to stay open mouth, mouth falling slack, if your were in your right mind you’d tell him to pull it together alittle! Now that he’s off the phone, he either looks like he’s getting a foot job, or like he’s high on meth! Neither are appealing to the GP! God, he must look utterly ridiculous right now, thankfully he’s shifted against the booth so he’s facing a wall as opposed to other guest!

“Mm, my pretty baby’s close yeah?” Watching how heavily his throat bobs as he swallows, Tae’s leaking precum all over the damn place, so, close hips gently rocking into your foot as discreetly as possible, growing more desperate by the second. Fuck he needs to come, he needs to!

“Yeah baby please don’t- fuck” God he sounds so good, so needy and pliant and fuck!  

“I got you...” At that you actually kick your shoe off, moving back to press down even harder, rubbing and rubbing forcing Tae to attempt to grab his drink in attempts to muzzle himself. However his hands are shaking too hard and  he almost knocks it over!

“God baby I’m-“

“Be a good boy for me”

And he is, coming with a shuddering breath, under the steady pressure of your foot as his release tears through his veins. Dropping his to the table as subtly as possible(Hell maybe people will think he’s tipsy or not feeling well), thighs shaking, chest heaving painfully hard. He’s not completely silently but he does a lot better than expected, a low groan manages to slip past his lips.

“Good boy” The praise rolls off your tongue and goes straight to his dick, as if he needed anymore stimulation there. Another faint whimper falls off his lips until he’s drooling all over the table. Not even realizing initially, that his hips were still grinding into you until he’s hissing from oversensitivity! The force of his orgasm has Taehyung drawing straight blanks, hearing nothing but white nose rustling in the background!

Also, I don’t know what that says about Tae as a person but he’s not even remotely humiliated! The only thing that he’s about to regret once his mind's less foggy is how absolutely drenched his YSL leather pants are!

So busy trying to get his breathing back in check as he comes down from his high, he completely missed the way you’d signaled to the server. Calmly asking for her  to add 8 more slices of cake to go, and bring the bill over!

His face is flushed, his pants feel gross as hell but above everything else he feels so damn good! Reaching down to still your foot, gently massaging the top as his eyes finally flutter open! Vision still a little hazy as he looks back at you with a dazed smile, and your gazing back at him with so much fondness that the first thing that slurs off his lips in a whisper is....

“I fuckin love you!”

Flashing him a wink in return as you make eye contact with your servers whose letting you know she’ll be over in a moment. Keeping your foot stationary for a moment, enjoying the well deserved foot massage. Occasionally flexing your toes to “accidentally brush against his dick. Giggling around your drink every time he'd hiss and jerk away!

This entire lunch situation was a damn mess, and high key reckless but, the blissed out smile written all over his face is more than worth it. Where just ugh...not gonna tell the boys about this!

“Love you too Tae”

~~~~~~~~~

Everything from that moment on kind of feels like a blur honestly, up until the two of you sliding into your car and before you can even get yourself settled he’s on you! Yanking you out of your seat and into his lap before you can even put your seatbelt on which obviously is not ideal this is a sports car after all but you don’t dare complain! Taehyung’s far from shy with his wants, griping the back of your neck, sliding his fingers through your hair as he presses your lips together! He doesn’t try to ease you into it either It’s hard, hungry, desperate and overtly needy! Forcing both of you to huff out a staggered breath through your nose to even keep up! You breathe him in, and he breathes you out, it’s all open mouthed, and heady, an obscene amount of moans rolling off your tongues. Reclining your jaw, giving him free reign to explore your mouth. Tongue rolling against your slick and languid with years of finesse between the two of you. No matter how hard he’s kissing you it still doesn’t feel rushed, its deep, borderline sensual actually!

Tae pulls back just enough to nip at your bottom lip, dragging his across your jaw and down the side of your neck! Licking sucking and biting, along your skin, moaning at the way you arch and grind your hips into every touch! The two of you carry on like that until there’s suddenly something thumbing in the back of your throat!

“Hey..” There's a slight sternness within your voice that has him instantly trying to snap out of his postcoital haze. Stroking the hinge of his jaw “You know, how much I love you right? And if, we need to all sit down a re-”

Cutting you off with the smooth glide of his lips pulling you into a kiss that’s a slower, less needy, there’s no ulterior motive, Tae just wants to feel you “Nah, I don't wanna change anything sometimes- I just want-”

“I know...” Because you do, pressing your forehead to his, not even kissing just letting your breaths melt as one. Massaging his scalp gently, he already looks like he’s a second away from passing out! Pondering if maybe the two of you should switch places...

“Promise you’ll let me take care of you later” Tae nuzzles against the side of your face like a puppy wanting his ears scratched! Believe it or not he wasn’t always such a selfless lover, not until he found you guys! Now it’s almost like his orgasms feel incomplete if he’s the only one coming once it’s all said and done!

“You can do whatever you want to me Tae, you know this.” Placing a couple lingering kisses on those pouty lips of his before hesitantly shuffling into the passengers seat. Transfixed on the way he slips back into his lane, fixing his hair, pulling out his oversized cat eye frames to rest on the bridge of his nose. One hand on the wheel the other finding there home on your thigh. Noting the slight discomfort as he shifts in his seat, no doubt due to the fact that well, he just came in his pants.

“How about..” Leaning over to place a open mouth kiss right beneath is ear, digging your nails into his thigh until he moans.  “ I clean you up a little on the drive, and we pit stop at mine, and we drop you off first so you can shower and chill. Then me and Joon will come back and crawl into bed with you after were done for the day..”

“Am I being given the rest of the day off Mrs. Kim?” You can already hear the smirk in his voice without even looking...

“Yes Mr. Kim that would be correct....” Already working the zipper before he can even respond because you already know how this is about to pan out...

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Hi my babies, first off IDK where this came from, I also wouldn’t consider it my best, but it was the first thing I’ve written in like 6 months which felt good. This was supposed to be up back in December I had a couple holiday prompts for the series that I never got around to completing ! But If you enjoyed show this some love and come talk to me!

Love always,

Rocki

[glitterge1pen]

Strawberry Juice Kissing And GirlsGoGames Nostalgia

Keigo Takami x reader, sfw, fluff, word count 1,373

tw; a lil bit of alcohol , this one is also more feminine than my other writing but I still use neutral pronouns  

It’s early. Your friends were going to come over for brunch later. You had invited Keigo but he would already be working, when he said he could come over earlier you agreed. You woke up early, a gentle buzz of excitement in all of your movements, making you feel less groggy.

You get ready as best you can. When the knock at the door arrives you’re still half in your pajamas but answer the door anyway. Keigo doesn’t have any semblance of morning on him. He looks as he always does, put together and composed. Even as he tosses his jacket over the side of your couch and gives you a tray of pastries the motions of him seem thoughtful.

“Did you make these?”

You ask as you place them on the kitchen table. Keigo follows you into the kitchen, opening up the windows in the room before hoisting himself up on the counter.

“Hell no, got them from a shop on the way here”

You’re in the cabinets next to him reaching for two glasses.

“Orange juice?”

You ask, already in the fridge bringing the juice and champagne out. You grab the fruit salad you had tossed together the night before, your main contribution to the brunch besides hosting and drinks. You place the bowl of fruit on the table before going back to the counter to make the drinks.

“Yes!”

Keigo says as he watches you pour the liquid into the glass. You make yourself a mimosa but skip the alcohol in Keigo’s drink. He actively frowns at this.

“Hm, no champagne for me?”

“Don't you have to work later?”

“Yeah, but one drink? I’ll be fine”

Keigo grabs two pastries and you the drinks. Once at the table Keigo crosses one leg under himself, and puts his other knee up to his face where he nibbles at his pastry. This is when he notices your laptop on the table, you had been working the night before and left it out on the table. He swipes his fingers on his pants to rid his hands of the gathered crumbs, then grabs at your laptop.

You watch curiously not sure what he’s doing. You groan a bit as he opens up his email. You drag the laptop away from him, mouth half full as you tell him to stop it.

“You’re not on the clock yet, relax”

“I’m always on the clock”

“Yeah, sure”

You say with a smile and a sugar coated mouth that you've collected from the pastry.

“What do you suggest then?”

“If you want to relax?”

You’re puzzled and in thought for a moment before you get an idea. Your fingers gliding over the keyboard. When the screen loads Keigo looks, surprised, startled almost.

“I saw this at the library once”

“What?”

“I snuck out once, and went to the library, and these younger girls were on this exact website at those big old library computers”

Keigo takes an impressive gulp of his drink, and without taking his eyes off the screen pours himself some more. He had an almost unreadable look about him, but you can see some sort of longing in the inquiring way he was glancing at the screen. You put the laptop between the two of you.

“Chose one,”

“What?”

His eyes are wide as he considers you.

“These are great for relaxing, I promise”

You say taking another sip of mimosa. Keigo is hesitant but he does start clicking around on the bright pink page.

"Look this one has wings,"

He says clicking onto one of the fairy dress up games. You resist the urge to giggle or call him cute. He seems overly invested in the little fairy picture on the screen. You debate which color her wings should be. He says that obviously the wings should be red, you counter with the iridescent wings. Keigo drags on each item of clothing to test them out on the fairy. Same with the hair.

You look away for one moment, checking your phone, a notification having gone off. When you look back up at the screen you choke a bit on the tangy juice in your mouth. Keigo has changed the hair, the skin tone, and even the eye color of the fairy on the screen to resemble you. He's still asking you about what clothes he should put on the fake doll, not acknowledging the quick changes he has made. So you decide to ignore it too. Telling him which items look best and what shoes he definitely should not put on.

"I still think it should have the red wings, that way we could match"

"We?"

You question.

"Yes, we, that literally looks just like you, did you not notice?"

He asks in a way that tells you he knew exactly what he was doing. He takes a strawberry from the bowl, you notice that it's the fifth strawberry he's had and scold him, telling him to eat the other fruit as well.

"I like strawberries,"

Is all he says as he eats another one. You also pop one of the fruits into your mouth. It's cold and refreshing and just below too sweet. Keigo finishes off his mimosa and only pours champagne into his glass when he refills it.

"You should eat more, if you're gonna be drinking"

You tell him, a playful warning.

"I only want strawberries"

He says reaching into the bowl. But he stops, pulls the fruit bowl closer to him. No strawberries. He looks to you and you have the last one in your fingers.

"That strawberry should have been mine, you probably have more in the fridge, me I have to go the whole rest of the day without one"

You nod like you are taking in Keigo's proposal, pretend contemplating it. You didn't want to tell him that there were more strawberries in the fridge. Instead you decide to be a bit bold. You put half of the strawberry in your mouth. Keeping it in place with the front of your teeth, putting your head in your palm, teasing Keigo with the last strawberry.

The strawberry in your lips, Keigo places his mouth on the other half you have offered to him. He bites the red fruit, pocketing it in his cheeks, his lips chasing after yours. The cold sweet juice of the berry coating your lips and the corner of your mouth. It’s a clumsy kiss, his lips just barely catching the bow of your own.

When you move back to your place at the table, away from him, you take the back of your hand to rid your face of the sticky fruit juice before it settled.

“Huh? That bad? You gotta wipe the kiss away?”

He’s teasing you, his voice close to your ear, flushed breath dancing over your skin.

“You're such a baby, I just don't like strawberry juice on my face”

He inspects your face, you scrutinize him, knowing he has a scheme to play out. You can tell because of the specific shine that glistens around his irises, the taut way his mouth is, like he’s so fierce in trying to hide his smile, like you possibly couldn’t know what he was up to.

“What? You don't have anything on your face? Nothing I could see, here,”

He leans into you again, like he’s going to brush at your face with a napkin or his hand. Then his tongue is on the spot right above your lips.

“God, Keigo!”

You say, pulling away from him with a laugh, leaning back in your chair a bit.

“What? I couldn't see anything, couldn't taste anything, actually that's a lie, you did taste like strawberries,”

“Hm, wonder if it has anything to do with the strawberries we’ve been eating”

“Doubt it, you probably ate a strawberry flower and it grew inside you”

“Isn't that watermelon?”

You ask him, adjusting yourself to get a better grab at the laptop, wanting to play more silly online dress up before he had to leave. He shakes his head, like this was irrefutable.

“No, you have flowers inside you and you'll die with strawberries growing out of you”

“Keigo, I’m taking the champagne from you”

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A/N: I AM OBSESSED WITH FRUIT AND FRUIT IMAGERY IT IS IN EVERYTHING I WRITE RN LIKE EVEN JUST HINTS OR MENTIONS OF FUCKING FRUIT SO SORRY FOR THIS also shout to dee-lite for the title, just changed apple to strawberry. Ugh the strawberry. Such a complicated relationship I have with the strawberry. Listened to Heartbreaker by Mariah Carey the entire time I was writing this.

[lovelyirony]

the much anticipated second part for the amnesia-related fic. 

A wedding ring. 

This doesn’t mean that he and Tony are married except that he hasn’t seen Tony with a wedding ring and he hasn’t mentioned a wife and he doesn’t sound like he has a wife and if Rhodey-if Jim had a wife, then wouldn’t he know about her? Wouldn’t they have met by now? He may not know Tony yet, but he doesn’t think that he would be that cruel. 

“Colonel Rhodes-” 

“Friday, don’t,” Jim says, swatting at the air. “What-why did you hide that from me?” 

“Sir believed it would be best,” Friday answers, tone almost quieter. “He...wasn’t sure that you would understand.” 

“I don’t understand,” he says. “Why would I marry him of all people? He’s not exactly my type.” 

“Since I am a learning program, I cannot say for sure. Humans do a lot of illogical things.” 

He’s trying to wrap his head around it and avoid Tony at the same time. 

Friday won’t let him see any wedding pictures, not until he remembers more. 

- 

Even though he’s been (mostly) successful at avoiding Tony for about a week and a half, the man is still so nice. 

He’s still operating under the assumption that Jim has no idea that they’re married, and he does stuff like leave out a cup of coffee and offer breakfast up or ask if he wants pizza for dinner.

Jim reads too much into it. 

And he doesn’t know why, because it’s not like anything has really changed, except for the fact that Tony won’t call him Rhodey. 

Jim gave him permission to, saw how much it killed him with every correction and every reminder. Told him “you can call me Rhodey, if you want.” 

And he doesn’t. 

Tony never does. 

He still almost says it, but Jim is quicker on the tongue, and he doesn’t make a move to try to push any memories at all. 

(Even though he remembers how happy Tony was to hear that memory about grocery shopping and Dum-E’s code source.) 

He does want to remember. He wants to remember why he apparently married Tony and was genuine about it, why Pepper and him are best friends and never were anything more, why he’s...why he’s so different from what he wanted. 

-

Tony knows that Jim’s acting differently. He’s not sure why. He’s not sure he wants to know why, because that might complicate everything. 

And he doesn’t want another thing to be wrong. Everyone’s walking on eggshells around him except for the one damn person that probably should be, but Rhodey’s never been good at following rules. (But he’s good at fooling people.) 

Pepper talks to Tony a lot. Asks him how he’s doing, if there’s anything she can do. 

Repair someone’s memory is a little bit outside of her area of expertise. 

“It’ll be okay,” she says, putting her tiny hand over his. “Things will work out.” 

They both know that in Tony’s life, luck has never been quite what it seems. Or existent at all, at times. 

-

Ironically, it’s their anniversary of the wedding when Jim remembers something else. It actually comes in the form of looking in the fridge and not finding his apples. 

“Quit leaving honey-crisp off of the list just because you don’t like them you asshole,” he calls to Tony. 

Tony almost yelps. 

“Out of everything in your life and that’s what you remember? Your stupidly sweet apples?” 

“Are you gonna get them?” 

“Why don’t you come with me?” Tony asks, “just so that you can get your apples and maybe get out of the house for once.” 

“Hmph. Fine,” Jim answers. “Where’s my coat?” 

“Uh...” Tony trails off, trying to find the words. “Third peg on the...right, I think?” 

“You’ve known me for years, and you don’t know where my coat is?” 

Rhodey is always the one to hang up his coat, and then put his arms out for Tony’s. 

“To be fair, I am important and fancy and a big deal,” Tony scoffs. “Come on, go get your coat and then I’m going to show you what horrible things you buy from the store.” 

“It’s not that bad. And what, you don’t like good apples?” 

“As sour as can be, sourpatch. As sour as can be.” 

-

Grocery shopping with Tony is...interesting. He didn’t think it would take so long. 

“This is why you don’t usually come,” Tony teases him. “I take so long and you end up sitting in the car and cursing at Pepper or Happy about how much time I spend dedicated to snack-judging.” 

“And I put up with that?” 

“You do,” Tony says, grabbing the cart. “Because you love me and you deal with a lot worse from me.” 

“Like what?” 

“Best not to talk about it,” Tony says. “We’re in public after all, honey.” 

“Ugh, boo,” Rhodey teases. “Give me the list. I bet I can speed-run this.” 

“How? Technically, you don’t think you’ve ever been to this store before!” Tony exclaims with a gigantic, shit-eating grin. 

“Way to rub it in you bastard,” he says with a laugh. “Now come on, I wanna see what kind of salad you think we’re gonna get.” 

“Not you thinking you’re going to be eating junk food,” Tony sighs. 

“I lost my memory!” 

“That would’ve worked, like, two weeks ago. Now I know better.” 

Grocery shopping is...fun. They make fun of foods and different products, and Tony shows him which things he might like. 

“I like...I like fruit salad?” 

“Yes, yes you do Rhodey-dear,” Tony says. “Your favorite thing in the world for fruit.” 

“Seems suspicious.” 

“You’ll have to try it again, then.” 

Rhodey watches him as they’re shopping. He’s easy to be around, honestly. He has that sort of energy that makes you feel like he’s just happy to be in that moment. 

Tony also has very questionable taste in everything. 

“Quinoa?” 

“What? You’ve eaten it before! It’s not your least favorite thing that I’ve cooked?” 

“How is it not? Is it because I’m old?” 

“No, not because you’re old,” Tony scowls. “When you’d come back from the service, you’d eat literally anything I put in front of you. I once gave you a block of cheese and you just sat there. Eating it.” 

“There’s no way I did that.” 

“You did! Ask Pepper, she has a picture of it!” 

He goes back to quiet after that, remembering the picture. 

-

Jim isn’t even sure he wants to bring it up. He’s not even sure if he could love Tony again, and somehow that thought makes his head hurt. 

He knows that apparently, he fell in love once. 

So he needs answers. 

-

Jim had talked to his parents, but he hadn’t really had an opportunity to talk about anything important. Try as he had to get more information out of them, they weren’t giving much up, except for parts about his military achievements and funny stories that he’s written to them about. 

When he gets back home and he sees Mama, she knows. 

“Come here baby,” she says, putting him into her arms. “Let me answer your questions.” 

“Why him?” 

Mama laughs, grinning up at him from her place on the couch. 

“You reacted like this when you first started rooming together, too. I was worried that I’d be involved in a court case for attempted murder!” 

“And you weren’t?” 

“No,” Mama answers. “Instead, I get no phone call from you for three weeks, until the day before your holiday break started, and you told me that you were bringing who you used to call ‘the biggest nuisance since fruit flies’ home to Thanksgiving.” 

“Why did I...why did I bring him?” 

“I didn’t get that answered until he fell asleep,” she says. “I’m making you some coffee, alright dear?” 

“Okay, so long as I get an answer.” 

“So impatient,” she mutters as she makes her way to the kitchen, Jim following. 

He watches how easily his mom pours the coffee, and remembers in a brief flash that Tony always would bring the fancy, flavored creamer to the holiday events. 

“Oh come on,” Tony said. “You have gotten too used to my kindness, and there’s no reason to stop being kind. Besides, remember last year when you nearly cried because I bought creamer from the store? Yeah, not having a repeat of that.” 

“And would that be so bad?” he teased Tony, wrapping an arm around his waist, and-

He blinks. 

That was...that was definitely a new kind of memory. 

“James, are you alright?” His mother is looking at him, and maybe she knows, maybe she doesn’t know that he just remembered something. He’s honestly not sure. 

“Uh, yeah. Fine. I’m good.” 

Mama looks across the room, smiling. 

“He was a timid little thing when he got here. Fixed up the washing machine when it broke, just in time. Nearly wore a suit to dinner, said you didn’t tell him what kind of ‘casual’ we were going for...” 

He snorts as he slowly remembers that one. 

“What do you mean you didn’t mean a suit?!” Tony had wailed, gripping Rhodey’s shirt. “You said I had to dress nice!” 

“I meant literally anything but your Black Sabbath shirt!” 

“Why would I have worn my Black Sabbath shirt? Your mom would probably think I was a Satanist!” 

They both look at each other for a moment, and Rhodey’s the first one to break and laugh. 

“Listen you idiot, it won’t be so bad. We can just ditch the coat, ditch the tie, and you’ll be...okay. A bit nicer than most of us, but hey. That’s what I get for not telling you that suits are weird.” 

“Suits are not weird, you’re just uneducated in what is sophisticated,” Tony says, turning his nose up as Rhodey rolls his eyes. 

“Oh yeah, sure, because knowing which one is the dessert spoon is going to help me save people abroad. My bad.” 

Tony looks back at him, and his heart skips a beat. It does. Really, it does. 

It almost feels like someone’s reading back to him what he already knows at this point. 

His mom squeezes his hand, smiling. 

“You remember at least some of it, don’t you?” 

“Well...uh, yeah? I-I do.” 

“Does Tony know that you know that you’re...married?” 

“No,” Rhodey says. “I know some, but not enough.” 

“Give him a chance,” she says. “And get back home, I’m sure he’s missing you.” 

Rhodey embraces his mother, and prepares for the drive home. 

- 

Being missed is a weird concept to deal with. 

He also did not exactly think of that. So he’s currently driving back and checked his phone to seven missed calls from Tony, three from Pepper, and one text from Happy that simply reads “lol ur dead hahaha good luckkkkk” 

Well shit. 

Tony, understandably is pissed and scared and a tad upset. 

Not a tad. 

“Where were you?” He says as soon as Rhodey appears back in the kitchen. Tony’s hands wander close, and he almost leans in. 

Almost. 

“I was visiting my parents,” he responds. “Sorry, forgot to text.” 

“Please remember next time, your-well, Tony’s annoying when you leave,” Pepper says. 

(Okay Rhodey doesn’t know how they got away with this for so long, it’s really, really obvious that they’ve been covering it up.) 

“I will,” Rhodey says. “Did I miss anything?” 

“I’ve elected that we’re going to cook tonight,” Tony declares. “I am absolutely sick to death of takeout, and I’m pretty sure that with your lack of knowledge on recipes now, I have you beat in the kitchen.” 

“I can still read recipes, you dumbass. Besides, I just remembered your stupid ‘bake’ hack for your stupid casserole dish, so...” 

“Out of everything, and that’s the thing you remember today?!” 

“Well, I also remembered that apparently you wore a suit to my house for Thanksgiving!” 

Tony stops. 

“What else you remember from that, or was it just that?” 

He doesn’t want to say anything in front of Pepper, doesn’t want to say anything just yet. 

“I remember that you were weird about your suit!” 

Tony deflates a bit, but still smiles. 

God, he looks gorgeous. 

Rhodey blinks. Shakes his head out of the thought.

“So. What are we cooking?” 

- 

Tony and cooking is a very interesting concept because it shouldn’t work. 

He never stops moving, can lose interest quickly, and Rhodey would think that he could burn water. 

But he doesn’t. Tony hums along to music, and he tells him all about his favorite songs and why. 

It’s not any rock music, any heavy metal. 

“I don’t listen to that all the time,” Tony says. “You always think I do!” 

“Oh right, because someone who personally has Angus Young’s number just casually isn’t someone who listens to the band all the time, sure,” Rhodey says sarcastically. 

Tony grins, and it’s probably the best damned thing he’s seen all day. 

His heart zings at the realization that Tony smiling is what makes him smile now, what makes him want to stay and learn so much more about how they came to be, what they’ve done together. 

-

Dinner is fun. Tony tells him all about college and what they used to do, and what Rhodey had done. 

Memories are coming back easier. 

“You totally emailed the professor really petty responses!” Tony cries, laughing. 

“It wasn’t that petty,” Rhodey said, huffing. “He was an asshole anyway, he hated whenever we would come late because we wanted coffee, and your order was too complicated!” 

“It wasn’t that complicated!” 

“Oh I’m sorry, them having it written down behind the register for when you come in?” 

“Oh, like they didn’t have a description of you.” 

“Yeah, as your long-suffering companion,” Rhodey teases. 

“You’ve always been,” Tony says. “Because you’re the best.” 

Rhodey stops stirring the pot for a moment. 

“Rhodey? What is it?” 

“I...” 

Tony stands there, grinning. He’s nervously fidgeting, and it’s his move to say the vows. 

“You know, I wasn’t ever sure you’d be up to marrying someone like me,” Tony confesses. “Especially since I almost burned down our dorm room one time.” 

“Wasn’t just one time,” Rhodey teases. “But carry on.” 

“You loser,” Tony says. “Even now, interrupting my heartfelt moment.” 

There’s a ripple of laughter from the small crowd that’s gathered. Rhodey smiles at him, feels tears prick up around his eyes. 

“But I knew that I loved you ever since you would always buy my favorite ramen even though you hated it, and you were the one to get the pizza when I was sad. I knew I wanted the chance of seeing you every day, coming home to you at the end of the day. You’re home, Rhodey. You’re it. No one else could ever possibly hold a candle compared to you.” 

Rhodey startles, looking at Tony. 

“I...I remember. I remember!” 

“Remember what?” Tony asks cautiously. 

(He can’t be let down. Not again.) 

“You smashed cake in my face at our wedding!” Rhodey yells. “And we got married! We got married! Where the fuck is my ring?” 

Tony laughs, scooping Rhodey into a hug. 

“I can’t believe you remember.” 

“Well I was bound to at some point,” Rhodey says. “I can be smart, doofus.” 

“Don’t call me ‘doofus’ during an emotional outburst you absolute nimrod!” 

“I’ll call my husband whatever I want,” he teases, “although I still wanna know where my ring is.” 

“Come with me and get it,” Tony says. “I hid them in my room, just in case.” 

It’s all coming back, the steps they take, the way that Tony supports him as he moves slower. 

Iron Man, for one. War Machine the next. The dates they went on, the proposal. 

The rings are simple. They’re also not wedding rings. 

The class rings. 

Rhodey remembers getting them, remembers getting his initials and Tony’s on the inside, remembers how Tony made some “adjustments” after they received them. 

“You know that you got me,” Tony had told him. 

It slides on, and it feels right. Feels like something was missing. 

He looks up at Tony, smiling. 

“Show me the pictures, Tony.” 

- 

Pepper walks in to find Rhodey absolutely terrorizing Tony about the decor choices from the reception. 

“So I agreed with red and gold? I had no problem with it?” 

“Well, I did do some major convincing, so...” 

“What does that mean?!” 

"You’ll remember later and be sad,” Pepper says. “Or happy. But please don’t tell me if you remember it.” 

“You loved the color scheme,” Tony says. “Because you love me!” 

“Now I am doubting,” Rhodey declares. “I loved you enough to have those colors?” 

“You lost a bet, Boss,” Friday interjects. “That’s why there were those themes.” 

“Friday,” Tony whines. “Why snitch on your creator like this?” 

“I am not programmed to have loyalty, Sir.” 

Rhodey laughs, taking Tony’s hand in his. 

“Well, I guess I’ll still love you. Even if our wedding theme was weird.” 

“It wasn’t that weird!” 

-

It takes about another month before all of the memories are all back to normal, and in that time Rhodey learns (and relearns) a couple of things: 

1.) The best feeling in the world is waking up to Tony, who sleeps very lightly and also wacked Rhodey in the face a total of ten times. (That’s not a new thing, he remembers.) 

2.) He special-orders peppermint-flavored coffee creamer. 

3.) Tony was lying when he said that Rhodey’s new favorite movie was The Goonies. 

(He mostly forgave him for that one.) 

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That's a STUPID idea, but-- (part 2)

(a/n: reader uses they/them but appears more masculine in the biker suit)

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The road was quite empty at this time, people are at work or chilling in their homes. Even the parking lots look abandoned, too. You parked the bike at one spot closest to the sidewalk and marched to the craft store in search of the body paints and maybe a brush.

- Shit. I can't find it anywhere... - you mumbled inspecting the massive shelves from the distance.

- May I help you? - you heard the bubbly female voice. You turned around swiftly. Oh, it was just an assistant. - Do you provide body paints? I need it for a project-- - you bit your tongue in the last second. You were this close to saying her way too much. - Let me check in the system. - she answered brushing her chin, then left somewhere. You waited in the same spot examining the items. Some premium quality water paints, oil-based, chalk... You picked up one A4 sketchbook and riffled through the blank pages. Maybe you'll get yourself one. It's been years since you created something. Maybe it's time to start over? - Good news, mister! - you heard the same voice again. - We have a few in stock here. Do you wish to order more and collect it later here? - No, should be fine.

The assistant bowed and disappeared behind the shelves again. There was no time to sit here and look at each and every item.

You left the shop with 4 big pots of colorful paints, two of somewhat fleshy tone, greeny-blue and black, two paintbrushes, and one sketchbook for you.

Huh, isn't that car identical to the one you raced before? Quite suspicious, but-- maybe it's your eyes playing tricks on you in this sun.

- I'm back! - you announced walking in. Your nose met with a lovely smell of fried potatoes and-- a cucumber salad. Seems like Tabi really picked up on that cooking. You just took off your helmet and followed the smell, or more accurately, the smell carried you to the kitchen. - Hi there. - he said mixing the potatoes in the pan. - Man, you makin' me hungry again! - you laughed and peeped into the stove or tried your best because Tabi kept blocking the view with his body.

- Come onnn! Man! Lemme see whatcha doin! - you climbed on your toes and leaning on him. - Your attempt is futile - he smirked lifting an elbow, which effectively blocked you again. You finally gave up and stormed out of Tabi's workspace. You dropped on the couch like a mad child that was forbidden from getting a lollipop. Soon after you felt a warm plate on your legs. The smell of those fried potatoes - priceless. And the taste was even finer.

- So, I got you these paints. - you threw them all out of your bag on the couch between you. - Should be enough to cover at least your arms and neck. And the skull. - If you say so. - he shrugged and lounged on that sofa. - Oh and- wait here. - you got up and literally run into your bedroom. You went back with something hanged on your arm. - Try it. - you showed him your dad's antique, leather Arizona jacket with massive "43" on the back. - Should be the perfect size for you. - You helped your friend put that on, fixing the collar. It's slightly too wide for Tabi but overall fits perfectly. - Damn. This thing is heavy. - he shook his shoulders. - It was my dad's choice for strolling around on a bike. Figured out you might need it this weekend.

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Ryota the Kitsune, Chapter 2 (Lemon)

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The humidity of summer lays thick in the air, despite the early morning. Rubbing one eye with the heel of your palm, you tug the basket from the arching branches of a bush as you head over to the nearby river banks, hoping you might find some edible mushrooms growing around in the damp, airy soil.

Ryota is there, standing solid against the current of the stream, his back turned, but his ruddy orange ears atop his head tweak in a way that lets you know that he’s heard your footsteps. The water of the river must be blissfully frigid, with autumn seems to be taking her sweet time in arriving, the sun’s radiation baking the very air itself. You avert your eyes, though, out of modestly, because he’s completely and utterly naked beneath the water.

“How’s the temperature?” You ask, merely for acknowledgment, much less for actual conversation.

“Perfect,” he sounds almost happy, which is a significant change from the wide-eyed, quiet creature he was when you first found him out in the woods.

“That’s good,” you place the basket down and kneel against the mossy ground, digging your fingers around the stones and roots. The one thing on your mind is the mushrooms you plan on using in tonight’s salad, you’ve been waiting for the patch to grow back since you last had them in stew… god, they’re the best.

“You can come in with me?” His tone is carefully neutral.

You’re not entirely certain if it’s a request or an offer, his way of asking for things is to shy away from an actual demand, but given the circumstances, you take it as the latter. “I’m fine right now, but thank you.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, unsure.

“Yeah, I’ll probably go in for the evening.” Stretching out, you stand back up, balancing the basket on your hip. Very, very careful to only look at his eyes, even with the darker temptation to look down south to scope out the kind of length he’s packing, but you still manage to catch a bit in your periphery. “Dinner should be ready soon, but if you’re enjoying yourself, I’ll just set some aside for you to come back to.”

“I can come back with you,” he immediately offers, shifting so that you manage to see more.

Quickly, you avert your eyes from him entirely. “I’m fine, Ryo.”

“My clothes are right there, get them for me? Please?”

You suck in your breath quietly enough for him not to hear, but comply, stepping over a large rock to find his robes out in the sun, warming. With one hand out in the direction, you think he’s in, you hold the cloth out, your fingers only brushing temporarily against his, though it’s enough for you to note their dampness.

The thought of what he might be capable of with those long, slender fingers fills your brain and blood, a heat rising to your face as you pull your hand back, almost too fast. Trying to scrub the images of his bare body from the insides of your mind, you barely manage to stutter, “I- I’ll just meet you back at the, um, back at the house.”

And then you quickly walk back into the trees, not quite catching if Ryota says anything else. God, you’re such a stupid perv, why does your brain try to immediately dress him down every time you see him? Maybe a cold bath would help you out in that regard. Perhaps you need a moment to yourself where you can relieve some of the tension?

You drop the basket off right by the entrance, knowing that Ryota will most likely take care of that, then head up the hill just a bit so that no one important will hear your struggle. Slowly, you let yourself slide down against the rough trunk of a tree, trying to find the mental state you need in order to get yourself off.

Fuck, fuck, it’s been longer than usual since you last touched yourself, with Ryota clinging to you like a babe in a strange land. The amount of privacy you’re used to has shrunk down so considerably that you’ve almost started humping your pillows in your sleep. Who are you going to think about, you muse, and Ryota’s face worms its way into your mind.

No, you can’t do that. You try to think of literally anyone else, pre-apocalypse, but Ryota keeps fighting to stay in the forefront. Unbidden, your hand snakes its way down south, plunging past the elastic of your underwear, and you close your eyes. Again, despite your attempts to maybe think of some Hollywood sex god instead, there he is, your fantasies beckoning him between your legs.

And he breaks through your actual imagination because you hear his quiet footsteps approaching. You almost scratch a gash into your vagina, trying to tear your hand out of your pants, lungs thick with air as adrenaline pours into your veins. God- you didn’t fucking think he’d try to follow you out, and you have to actively untangle the anger from your throat. “I just need a moment to myself.”

He’s here, his robe askew to the point one sleeve hangs off the shoulder, revealing the milky paleness of his chest and you’re going to die. “You don’t-”

You can’t even look at him like this, you’re afraid you’re going to melt into a heated puddle onto the forest floor. “I don’t what?”

There’s a long, tense pause, and he changes the subject. “Do you find me ugly?”

You’re so caught off guard that you turn back around, trying to process each individual word in the sentence to try to comprehend just where it came from. “I don’t- what do you mean?”

“You never look at me,” he says almost too quietly for you to hear, but raises his voice slightly when you won’t turn to meet his eyes, “even now.”

I’m afraid what I’ll think of if I look at you. You’ve never been more thankful not to be a man in your life. “I’m sorry, it’s not… it’s not your fault.”

“Do you find me ugly?” He asks again, stepping closer.

You’re going to die, you think, as you try to glance over to find his face, pinching yourself, so your eyes don’t wander, managing to rasp a simple, “I don’t.”

He bends over, kneeling by your side, and you’re suddenly very aware that your legs are open in a very sexual way. You try to nonchalantly shut them as he speaks. “Then why don’t you like to look at me?”

You don’t want to say it, you don’t, a strand of humiliation wrapping around your throat and tightening. Briefly, you wonder if the bacchanalia he came from follows the kind of reputation that most of them do. A flash of him expertly pressing his lips against yours traitorously flashes behind your eyes and you have to look away, again. Finally, you manage to voice to work. “I think… I think I may be afraid.”

“Of what?” He’s close, too close, you’re going to lose your mind. “I would never hurt you, you know that, yes?”

“Not of that.” Surely he can hear your heart beating loud enough to be a shotgun blast. “I think… I think that I’m afraid of myself.”

He sits, hands perfectly rested on his knees, long, slender fingers tap, tap, tapping against his knees as he thinks what you said over. Hesitantly, he says softly, “so you do not resent me?”

A little bit, yes, but you don’t think that the reasoning is the same. “I resent myself,” you say, looking straight out into the woods instead of facing him.

Is he inching closer? Good lord, you’re going to fucking die. “Why do you resent yourself? Did I do something to make you angry?”

“No,” you have to physically keep yourself from shaking. “It’s nothing you’ve done.”

“Can I help?” He’s so close that you feel his breath on your neck.

“I don’t think it’s something you can help with,” you almost choke, avoiding eye contact, “I’ll take care of it myself.” Inwardly, you cringe so hard you almost fold in on yourself from the stupid wording. Why did you say it like that?

Before you can get up, he leans in closer, and you’re sure that the sound of you trying to swallow away the lump in your throat can be heard in a fifty miles radius. A new, hotter wetness is pooling between your legs, and by the way his nose seems to intake air, you’re almost afraid he can smell your arousal. He places a hand on your leg, right at your thigh, and suddenly he is the one that seems like he’s going to melt away.

“Why won’t you let me take care of you, though? I’d like to.” His chest heaves for a moment, his tongue sliding out to wet his lips, your eyes trailing the movement like a bird of prey.

With a hesitant breath, because you can not believe this is happening, you manage to say, “I don’t want you to think like- like you owe this to me.”

He shakes his head, coming closer, and you can smell his scent, like the outdoors, green and bright and warm. Instead of answering, he places a wandering hand on the mossy ground, in between your legs and moves his lips right up next to your ear, his words barely more than a breathless whisper. “I want you.”

Oh, god.

“Do you really?” You ask, feeling like the very earth beneath you move away, as though you are floating off into an eternal abyss. “Are you sure?”

He leans forward slightly, pressing his lips up against the shell of your ear, and you feel a shiver dance down your spine. “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you in the forest.”

“W-what?”

“Before I was punished,” his breath warms your neck as his chaste kisses make their way down to your shoulder, “I saw you, helping a rabbit with a broken leg.”

That was a few weeks before he arrived, bloodied and bruised, onto your doorstep. Trying not to let out a gasp as he pulls your leg out and over to his side, you whimper, “you saw that?”

He mumbles something in a language you don’t recognize, but have heard him speak of before, in soft increments. “Yes, I was scouting for more people to join the sacred sect, to enlighten you, but you were already kind, nurturing the earth for food instead of ravaging it.”

“Oh,” you whisper softly, unsure of how to respond. Was it… strange? Yes, it was strange. But is it unwelcome? “So you… you didn’t tell them?”

“No, not at all, but they found out, they always do.” He traces the scar across his chest, the bright pink skin what’s left of the wound. “But I kept you a secret, don’t worry.”

That- the wound was because of you? You suck in your breath as he leans forward, and you lean back, your back hitting the ground. A thousand questions click and snap in your head, voiceless and garbled with the heat between your thighs, making it almost impossible to concentrate. Swallowing, you manage a mere, “why?”

“I wanted you,” he whispers almost deliriously.

“You could have had me if you were truthful to your brethren” the prospect fills your blood with dread, but you remind yourself that he’s on top of you… in your forest.

“I wanted you to want me, too.” He nuzzles his face in the crook of your shoulder. “And I don’t like to share.”

“Oh,” you say in a quiet breath, tangling your fingers around a long strand of his hair that drapes around your head like a curtain.

And you kiss him.

The kiss starts out soft, easy, and noncommittal, but as you pull him downward with your woven fingers, his body pressing firmly up against yours. And his lips… they’re starving, his muscle tense as though physically restraining himself. It only takes a few moments for his tongue to snake it’s way into your mouth, his advancements more than welcome.

It could be a decade or a century since you’ve last made love, and your very body sings with the weight thrust upon it. Letting out a pathetic whine, you keen your waist up to his, feeling the first blossom of an erection peeping out from his roads. During the few moments you’ve managed to sneak a look, you noticed the girth, and have wanted him in you so badly you couldn’t even focus on your words.

You want him now.

“What do you need?” You choke, almost too afraid to make any requests on your own behalf.

He is kind, though, and responds so very gently into your ear. “To please you. I need, oh, to please you.”

You’re going to cry, because you don’t know where you want him to start. Voice trembling, you raise your legs to show him you’re ready. “How did you imagine pleasing me?”

He’s almost shaking, his breath hard and panting with effort. There’s a thick rod pressing up against your thigh, you can almost feel its pulsing need for your between two layers of clothes. Enraged at the aspect of wearing pants, you wriggle out of them, Ryota seeming at ease with digging his nails beneath the fabric to help you out. The earth is cool and fair against your bare skin, a tad bit of moisture working to fight against the summer’s heat.

“Tell me,” you ask again, almost unsure of if your voice is about to give out, “please, tell me how you thought to please me.”

There’s a steady grinding between your thighs as he says, “Kissing you all over to make you feel wet.”

You’re already so wet, you think, a thrumming in your body sings. But you try to continue steadily on, agreeing, “I think that would help, yes.”

“Hm,” he mumbles, pressing his mouth up to your exposed collarbone. The heat in your core grows larger. His breath is deliciously warm against your goose-bumping flesh, you notice, managing to wriggle the hem of your shirt up over your breast. Ryota wastes no time latching onto one nipple, his tongue almost sharp against the pointed, sensitive flesh.

You don’t think you can survive this.

With little thought for his own comfort, he slides downwards, leaving a trail of hickies as he latches onto your skin and sucks, all the while your core gushes more with every nip, lick, and kiss. He lifts your leg over his shoulder, his shuddering breath cool against the puckered skin of your pussy, sending thrills of shivering shocks up through your spine. He’s like that for a moment, eyes almost closed as he takes your scent in, then leans forward to offer up a single lick, ass to clit.

Unbidden, you gasp, because you’re so lost in the moment you almost forget yourself. God, it’s been long- so, so long since you’ve had another being between your legs, and your body is ready.

Ryota seems to appreciate the noise, pressing up against your clit with his tongue, eyes almost crazed with intensity. After a moment of teasing, he kisses at the pooling slit somewhere lower, and you feel… horrendously ready to cum already. An animalistic part of you would like nothing more than to slam your thighs around his face, grip his hair, and ride out your pleasure here and now. He’d let you, too, and he’d probably enjoy it, but the logical side murmurs that if you take it slow and draw things out, your orgasm might be the one to outshine anything you’ve had before.

So you lean back, closing your eyes, and let him take his time, the feeling of carnal desperation pumping thickly through your blood. And he knows what he’s doing, too, you suppose that the reputation of the bacchanalia cults must be true. One of his arms wraps around your waist, anticipating your squirming as he takes your clit between his lips and fucking sucks.

He pulls back to begin exploring your flower more, using his fingers to open your lips up further for a better view. You’re so exposed that you can feel the air, which seemed horrendously warm just minutes before, which cools the broiling heat between your legs. Again, Ryota takes a moment to sloppily kiss the exposed skin, his teeth pressing up hard enough for the thrill, though not to hurt.

Mindlessly, you reach down for his silky hair, running your fingers over his scalp. Against your skin, the black strands look like lines of ink, dark, geometrical, almost like someone drew a pattern against your hand and wrist with a purpose. As if he’s made for you. Without even realizing that you’re so much as opening your mouth, you passively say, “you’re beautiful.”

He pauses, then looks back up at you. Voice almost broken, he says, “Oh. Thank you.”

It takes you a moment to fully process the interaction because you weren’t paying much attention beyond where his tongue pleasures you, and by that point, there’s a building in your core that steals your focus away. As you whine, your back arches, pulling your hand from the strands of his hair to claw at the earth itself in hopes it might ground you. But you’re close, too close, and you don’t want to be gone, not yet.

“Stop,” you demand, pressing your fingers up against his forehead. ” Stop.”

He obeys, pulling up and away from your quivering core, and your basic instincts scream at you in anger for ending the pleasure. “What? What’s wrong, did I hurt you?”

“No,” you shake your head, “but I’d like to cum with you inside of me.”

“Oh.” again, his voice almost quivers, and he seems entirely unfamiliar with the kind of demands you make. “Y-yes, alright.”

“Come here,” you almost murmur, your voice low but enticing. “Please.”

“Anything for you,” he whispers almost quietly enough for you to miss as he obeys, pressing his mouth against yours in a lust-filled, yet still gentle, kiss. You can still taste yourself on his lips, the damp your body made just for him, to welcome him into your core.

His robes have more layers than you initially expected, though you’ve seen him dress and undress plenty of times, even if you do avert your eyes. You tug at the sash across his waist, managing to find where it’s fastened and pull it loose, and Ryota rewards you with a few robust kisses as he peels the outer layer of faded silk off only to reveal yet another robe beneath it.

You hiss impatiently. “How many of these do you have on?”

He chuckles good-naturedly, giving you a nip on the shell of your ear. “Enough.”

Thankfully, the white layer is the last, you think you’d go insane if you had to slog through even two more, and by the way Ryota is breathing heavily, you know he feels the same way. You share one last clothed kiss as you managed to remove it, pulling the sleeves down his shoulders and discarding the woven fabric somewhere… just, away from the matters at hand.

You can feel him there, experimentally pressing his flushed length up against your lips, and there’s a thrill of relief at the mere idea of how close you are to being filled. His hair is like a waterfall that pours the depths of a great void out around his angelic face, his eyes like stars that beckon you with the promise of ecstasy. As he slowly presses the tip up through your entrance, and you try not to be so overcome with the moment that you lose focus of his face.

To help bring yourself back down from the high of pleasure his slowly sheathing cock offers, you try to trace the contours of his face with your thumb, following the path of his nose, then the outline of his mouth. Again, though more to yourself, you observe, “you’re beautiful.”

His hips splutter at the second declaration, his breath hitching. God, you can see how badly he’s wanted you, just at this moment, his eyes melting like syrup at the mere idea you might find him attractive. As he thinks of a response, you angle your hips to better accommodate him, and now it’s his turn to melt back into the earth.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, but your brain is nothing more than sludge, “I know.”

Ryota loses himself in you. It takes a moment for your body to stretch around him- his length is impressive, or at least you think it is… or maybe the isolation has lowered your body’s standards, whatever the case, once he’s sure you’re comfortable, he’s thrusting into you with a pace that ravages you. Like him, you’re lost, the feeling of his body inside yours so soon after he pleasured you with his mouth? It’s almost too much, too fast.

But he manages to slow to a more leisurely pace, his breath choking and yearning. You’re not sure which of you is enjoying the simple act of sex more, it feels like it’s been an eternity for both your bodies. The friction between his length and your inner walls crescendos, his breath desperate and uneven, so you take the reigns. You flip over, using your hips to beckon him to twist beneath you. His eyes relax at the prospect of no longer having to set your pace, and he lies down, almost shaking, on the moss.

Fuck… fuck, the way his pale, milky skin stands out from the greens and browns of the ground. Fuck. The way he looks at you doesn’t help the matter either, he gazes at you with… such adoration, a kind of worshipping ferver, it sends a special breed of pleasure through your nerves, pooling nicely into your core. You place a hand on his chest, tracing the scare with your finger, fixating on the fact of how he risked so much on behalf of… well, you.

It doesn’t take too much longer for your body to fully come to terms with its pleasure, your knees almost itching with how hard they’re digging into the earth. A shudder dances up your spine, there’s a familiar, taught clenching in your core, and you’re in ecstasy. Loved. Adored.

He’s quick to follow, almost as though he was waiting for you to climax first. A hot, thick liquid fills you to the brim, his voice strangling with praise for you, for your body, for your spirit, for your self. You almost become aroused enough for a second round at his endless praise, but as you lay against his chest and allow your heartbeats to align, you decide that you have been satiated.

For now.

“Thank you,” you say, limp from exhaustion, ear at his chest, “for not reporting me.”

He lets out a breath, his own fingers coming up to rest at your scalp. “Thank you,” he whispers, hoarsely, “for loving me the way I am.”

[lumosinlove]

Coast To Coast

(basically just smut with lots of feelings. Be warned.)

part vi

Leo was on the couch, scrolling through his phone with his air pods in, when he heard a key in the lock. Finn was back from his run, Logan would get home from the airport soon. Leo and Finn had probably sent Logan way too many dirty Snapchats and, now, maybe Leo could squeeze in one more. Pin a sweaty, flushed Finn to the couch and—

The door opened and Logan walked through. Leo pushed himself up onto one elbow, taking his earbuds out.

“Tremz?”

Logan saw him and grinned, sliding his beat headphones around his neck. Leo swallowed at the sight of him in his plane rumpled suit. It was probably just that this was all new, that Leo suddenly had everything he had ever wanted—that was why all he could think about was sliding Logan out of his clothes, like he hadn’t gotten to that first night, all too caught up in the intense, euphoric but exhausting rolling emotions of everything. They had fallen asleep, tangled in Finn’s bed. Leo had never slept so soundly.

Logan dropped his bag with a groan and closed his eyes. “I am home, that was so much, and I need a drink and a kiss.”

Leo laughed, snapping his air pod case shut and tossing it on the ground with his phone. “I can provide those things,” he let his thighs splay, just a little, inviting.

Logan zeroed in on the minute motion and tugged his headphones free, dropping them with his wallet and keys on the kitchen island before walking the few strides to the couch and more or less flopping down on top of Leo.

Leo let out an oof and a laugh, and then Logan’s mouth was on his.

“Where’s Harzy?” Logan asked between kisses, so unwilling to stop that they were barely words at all.

“Run,” Leo said. “You’re early.”

“Plane was early. Merde, Peanut, you and your fucking videos,” Logan breathed.

Leo grinned. “You liked them?”

“I think all I did was jack off when I was alone.”

Leo nipped at his lower lip gently. “You know, we haven’t been alone yet.”

Logan’s breath stuttered in his chest. Leo could feel it, against his own. Leo wanted to feel it again but, looking in Logan’s eyes, shadowed from unrest, Leo wanted something else more right then.

“Go put something comfy on, sweetheart,” Leo pressed a kiss to the corner of Logan’s soft mouth. “I’ll start dinner, okay?”

Logan’s smile was slow and sleepy. “We have all night, don’t we.”

“And tomorrow,” Leo whispered. “And the day after that, and after that…”

They were kissing again, and Leo was warm all over. He was already beginning to pick out his favorite things about kissing Logan, about kissing Finn, and how they were different. Finn liked to take more control. He liked Leo’s neck, used his teeth a little, he liked making Leo laugh and then kissing it right out of his mouth. Logan didn’t seem to mind either way, who was aiming the kiss. Logan liked to find skin, bare and warm, to touch and kiss. Leo’s breathing hitched as Logan’s cool fingers pressed under his sweatshirt to his bare back. His calloused hands touched Leo like a favorite sweater. Leo felt his cock stir, thinking about where Logan’s fingers could roam.

“D’accord,” Logan sighed, and Leo closed his eyes when he pressed a kiss to each of his cheeks. “I’m going, I’m going.”

Leo felt cool all over when Logan got up, disappearing into Leo’s room, but he smiled to himself as he stretched out on the couch, cracking his back before walking into the kitchen. He thrummed with Logan’s touch.

He thought briefly about texting Finn as he put water on to boil and got out some ingredients for a salad, but he liked the idea of him walking in on a complete surprise. He turned on the bluetooth speakers Finn had set up around the house and turned on some low music. The apartment felt more settled than it ever had with Logan’s bags by the door, Finn due back any second, himself getting ready to make them all dinner.

“What are you making?”

Leo turned at Logan’s voice. “I was thinking some sort of pasta…” He trailed off, staring.

Logan raised an eyebrow, but his own smile showed that he knew exactly what was happening.

“What?” he said anyway.

Leo looked him over. “Nice outfit.”

Logan gathered the sleeves of Leo’s sweatshirt, falling to his thighs, into his hands and shrugged. It was an old one from one of Leo’s training camps, warn and soft from so many washes. Seeing Logan in it was something else. The camp name, a place where Leo had worked so hard to hide who he really was, stitched across the chest of the boy he had just spent twenty minutes kissing, a boy who had said he couldn’t wait to come home to Leo...

It was a horrible forever coming to an end and exchanged with a perfect one.

Logan shuffled over, adidas sweatpants fitted around his strong thighs, and stepped onto Leo’s socked feet with his own, stretching to wrap his arms around Leo’s neck.

“Tu l’aime?” Logan asked.

“Oui,” Leo said, smiling. “Is this the start of a new era? Am I going to lose all of my sweatshirts now?”

“Yes,” Logan pressed a light kiss to Leo’s mouth.

Leo really couldn’t believe this was his life now.

“Good,” he said.

“Hey,” Logan reached behind Leo and flicked the stove off. The water bubbled, and then quieted. “I’m not hungry yet.”

Leo’s entire body spiked with heat. “No?”

“We haven’t been alone together, yet,” Logan repeated Leo’s words, smiling hard into their next kiss.

Leo laughed and walked them backwards, Logan’s feet still on his, until Leo could whisper a soft, jump, and hoisted a flushed Logan up to sit on the kitchen island. Logan spread his thighs for him, heels pressing behind his knees. “What could we be doing when Finn walks in?”

“So many things,” Logan sighed, and pushed his hands under the hem of Leo’s sweatshirt. “Take this off, c’mon.”

Leo reached behind his head and tugged his sweatshirt off. Immediately, Logan’s lips were on his chest, his fingers pressing in between Leo’s ribs, sinking in when he breathed.

“Leo,” Logan breathed and tilted his head back up to kiss him hard, tongue pushing into his mouth.

Leo could feel himself getting hard at the mere thought that this would be their first time, the first time with both of them. Logan’s hands were warm and creeping down to his waistband now, fingertips wedging lightly beneath the elastic of his sweatpants.

Leo tugged at Logan’s sweatshirt—well, his. “Even though you look incredibly sweet…”

Logan put his hands up so Leo could lift the thick material off of him. The second it was discarded, Logan was hooking his ankles around Leo more securely and pulling them against each other. None of them had been touched in the way they wanted to be in so long.

“Missed you,” Leo said, and leaned down to kiss Logan’s neck. “It wasn’t fair that we got, what, fifteen hours together?”

Logan laughed. “Believe me, I got to the hotel and regretted not staying up all night with you two. Especially when Finn sent me you…”

Leo raised an eyebrow. “Sucking his cock?”

Logan bit his lip. “Yeah…” He smiled. “How does it feel to be Harzy’s first blowjob from a boy?”

“Good,” Leo splayed his palms against Logan’s thighs, thumbs creeping towards the bulge in his sweatpants. “If I can be yours, too.”

Logan made a low sound in his throat, his eyes closing. Leo smiled and leaned into bite gently at his jaw.

“What do you think?” Leo said softly. “Is that something Finn could walk in on?”

The words were barely out of Leo’s mouth before they heard a key in the lock to their right.

Finn was looking down as he entered, headphones in.

“Nutty,” he shouted much too loudly. “I’m ho—oh.”

Finn stopped. His red hair was sticking up with sweat in the front, cheeks flushed a dark red from exertion, and his mouth was already parted from his pants, but it stayed that way with the sight in front of him. Leo saw Logan smile from the corner of his eye, resting his head on Leo’s bare shoulder.

“Hi, Fish,” Logan said softly. “I’m home, too.”

Finn just slowly took his air pods out. One, then the other. He set his phone down. He stripped off his sweaty jacket, a thin Nike thing that clung to his lean chest. It dropped to the floor, leaving him in only his shorts with his thermal leggings beneath them, and his white clinging t-shirt. His chest was heaving as he stared, eyebrows drawn together.

“I…” he began, and shook his head slowly. “I love my life.”

Leo laughed. “I really didn’t know what you were going to say.”

Finn just smiled and walked forward, toeing out of his sneakers. Logan reached for him and Leo wrapped an arm around Finn’s waist.

“Tremz,” Finn said after Logan pulled him in for a kiss. “You were amazing, baby. At the game. You should’ve won hardest shot. But maybe you’ll win tonight, eh?”

“You’re so sweaty,” Logan mumbled against Finn’s talking mouth.

“Sorry. I thought you weren’t coming home until—”

“No, it’s good,” Logan said, and kissed him again, fisting the back of his shirt. “It’s good.”

“Gross,” Leo said, and then laughed at the offended noise Finn made into the kiss.

“I was running—”

“I’m kissing you, stop talking,” Logan said.

“Sorry,” Finn said and captured Logan’s lip between his teeth, pulling it before letting go. “What are we doing?”

Logan’s stomach made a loud hunger noise and Leo looked at him.

“You are hungry.”

“I wanted to make out.”

“Well,” Leo turned around with a little squeeze to Logan’s thighs. “Now I’m making dinner first.”

“Can I watch?” Logan said, eyes looking over Leo’s bare back. He leaned back on his hands on the counter. Leo just smiled and flicked the water back on, taking up a knife.

“Then, I’ll take a shower real quick,” Finn said, then took Leo’s place between Logan’s legs. The interchange felt like the most natural thing in the world. Finn’s hands cradled Logan’s hips, hands cold from the wind on his bare skin. His grin was playful, something as familiar to Logan as the puck on his stick. “Hey, like our sex tapes?”

“Those were not sex tapes, Harz,” Leo said as he chopped celery.

Finn shrugged, busy pressing slow kiss after slow kiss to Logan’s mouth.

“You’re literally dripping on me,” Logan said.

“I’m proud of you. We’re proud of you.”

Logan lost some of his fire at that, eyes going a little foggy as he stared at Finn’s mouth. Finn smiled and retreated, giving Leo’s butt a hard tap as he went.

“I’ll be back in ten, gents.”

“Twenty,” Leo and Logan rolled their eyes at the same time, and then looked at each other. Leo felt yet another slow curl of warmth weave its way into the others currently stemming from his fingertips to his chest.

Dinner wasn’t a huge affair. Pasta in cream sauce with sausage, a salad. There was wine and beer but none of them went for it. Leo left the dishes for the morning, and soon they were all in the living room with their bowls, Leo sprawled on the couch with his feet in Finn’s lap—a position they had pretended was purely platonic for a long time, even when Finn’s hand would drop to rub gently at Leo’s ankle in a way that made it impossible to focus on any movie (and lead to a few awkward hard-ons). Logan was sitting sideways in one of the large leather chairs, nearly wolfing down the food.

“Can you explain Regulus to us, I mean…dude,” Finn shook his head, red hair darker from his shower and sticking up in all directions from the towel. “Fist bump? Their mom?”

“Baby Black’s in Gryffindor. He came back with us.”

“What?” Leo said. “He flew back with you? Doesn’t he have a game in like—”

Logan shook his head. “I don’t know if he’s even playing anymore. I’m not one hundred percent on what went down, but Cap looked…well, really fucking happy, actually. But also spooked as hell. I don’t know.”

“Fuck,” Finn said, tapping his fork against his bowl. “That’s…”

Logan stretched to put his empty bowl on the coffee table, giving Leo and Finn a nice view of his broad chest and shoulders, before leaning back with a sigh. “It was an intense couple days. But…worth it. I think it went pretty well all things considered.”

“Loops seemed okay by the end of it, too,” Leo nodded. “I mean, yeah, all things considered.”

“You guys are great for going over to his,” Logan smiled with a tilt of his head. “I mean, we owe him a lot.”

“Oh, we told him,” Finn patted Leo’s knee. “Worked better than your make out plan, no offense.”

“Non? Tu n’aime pas se rouler des pelles, Harzy?”

Finn scoffed, setting his bowl down, too, with a clatter. “Non, non, non. Nom nom nom.”

Leo laughed. He poked his toe into Finn’s stomach. “You might want a translation of that one before you answer like that.”

Finn looked up, face going a little more serious, if not suspicious. “Why? What?” he looked at Logan. “What, Lo?”

Leo set his own bowl down lastly, and sat up so he could get his hands on Finn’s hips, pulling and coaxing him until he was straddling Leo’s thighs on the couch and Leo could guide him down into a kiss.

“You don’t like making out?” Logan said from the chair. “C’est un dommage.”

“Oui, a shame,” Leo mumbled as Finn made a low noise into Leo’s mouth and kissed him harder.

Leo heard a shaky breath come from Logan’s direction, blood spiking as he realized Logan was watching them. He was right there, all three of them, they had all night. He had to look. He urged Finn down to his neck, damp hair cool on his skin, and turned his head. Logan was sprawled frontward in the chair now, a strong hand resting just beside where Leo could see he was hard again in his sweatpants, cock beginning to press up against the fabric. His fingers twitched like he wanted to touch himself, but didn’t want to do it alone. Leo’s heart thrummed at the sight, at the fact that he could feel Finn fattening up against his hip.

“Bed,” Finn said. “Let’s go somewhere where we can be closer.” Finn looked over at Logan, too, after a last kiss to Leo, and Leo watched his eyes zero in on Logan’s hand and bulge, too. He cursed, and stood. “Bed.”

“Whose?” Leo asked, standing too. His own cock felt hot and needy already between his thighs.

“Mine,” Finn called as he ran down the hall. "I want memories in that thing.”

Leo laughed and walked over to offer a hand to Logan. He took it and stood.

“Good?” Leo said.

Logan just looked at him, one hand pressing to Leo’s bare chest, while the other hooked itself into Leo’s sweatpants band. A question. Leo nodded without hesitation.

He expected Logan to pull the material away, but instead Logan just reached out and cupped him through his pants, palm pressing on Leo’s semi with an easy pressure. Leo let out a shaky sigh, hand curling around Logan’s hip to steady himself. Logan was just touching him, watching his own hand palm Leo’s cock gently, feeling it stiffen, and then looking up at Leo’s face.

“How long?” Leo whispered.

Logan huffed out a quiet laugh. “With a boy? With someone I actually wanted? Finn. His senior year.”

Leo leaned down and kissed Logan hard, hips stuttering within Logan’s gentle fingers.

“All night,” Leo reminded him.

“Guys,” Finn’s voice came from down the hall, and Leo and Logan laughed into each other’s mouths. Logan gave Leo a last playful squeeze before they followed Finn.

Finn, who was sprawled out on his bed completely naked, jacking his cock lazily with his head tilted back. His skin was miles of hard muscle. He freckles were the thickest on the tops of his shoulders and cheekbones, but the rest of his was pale marble, smooth and begging to be touched, marked. Leo heard Logan practically moan from beside him, and then Logan was crawling onto the bed and right over Finn’s bare body while Leo watched. Logan straddled Finn’s thighs, clothed cock brushing Finn’s erection. The playfulness fell out of Finn’s expression as he watched Logan settle himself over him. Leo sat on the edge of the bed beside them, and remembered what Finn had said. They’d never even undressed, Logan had never been anything but rushed—

“Lo,” Finn said softly, reaching up and smoothing his hands down Logan’s sides. “Can I?”

Logan nodded hurriedly, seemingly unable to speak, and Finn let out a breath as he rolled them over, gently pressing Logan back into the mattress with his mouth and hips. Finn’s hands found the band of Logan’s sweatpants and pulled back from the kiss, sitting back on his heels. His cock was a pink against his skin, gone a little softer now in the moment. Logan lifted his hips up so that Finn could, finally, pull away Logan’s clothes. He did it almost reverently, bending to kiss his exposed hip bone. What he had done for Finn, Leo realized with a wonderful ache. Logan’s mouth dropped open as his own cock sprang free, fully hard and glistening at the tip. Leo had to press a hand down on himself, just to relieve some pressure. It was mesmerizing, watching Finn lean forward again and press their hips together, his pale skin a marbled contrast against Logan’s tan. Leo could remember sitting, alone in his childhood bed, allowing himself a few guilty nights where he could think about whatever he wanted. Usually, it had been more of a faceless boy. Just someone who wanted him, who’d kiss him, fuck him. This, though. Those faceless nights didn’t even compare.

Finn gasped as their cocks brushed together and Leo felt his own straining against his sweatpants.

When Finn looked back at Leo, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were bright. “Think it’s time we show him, Nut?”

“Yes,” Leo sighed out and made to kick his sweatpants away when Logan’s hand around his wrist stopped him.

“Je veux,” Logan began, breathless. His dark hair was splayed across the pillows, one of his heels wrapped around the back of Finn’s thigh. “I want to, let me.”

“Fuck,” Finn breathed out, and rolled to the side, still pressed against Logan.

Leo walked forward on the bed on his knees and reached out to wrap a hand around Logan’s cock. It was hot in his hand, and Logan all but whined into it, back pressing up. Finn bent to kiss his neck, his own hand reaching down to cup Logan’s balls. Logan cursed and planted his heels against the bed, pressing up into their touch. He reached out, searching for Leo. Leo caught his hand and guided it back where Logan wanted—where Leo wanted Logan. Logan’s warm fingers tugged the band down below his balls, freeking Leo’s cock, sticky with precome.

“Oh god,” Logan groaned.

“Right?” Finn said, eyes on Leo.

Leo blushed. He knew he was big, but he was tall. It seemed proportionate, he thought, nothing special. It wasn’t like he’d really had anyone to say anything about it before. To him, Finn and Logan were better. Finn was long and Leo now knew he came a lot, in heavy strips that nearly made Leo dizzy. Logan, if not as big, was thick, just like the rest of him. It made Leo yearn at the thought of having him inside of him, made his cock drool. Logan stared at the beaded tip and then reached out, brushing his fingertips over it before smoothing the slickness down Leo’s shaft.

“Fuck, Tremz, let me just—” Leo kicked his pants away as quickly as he could before mirroring Finn’s position, pressing up against Logan’s side and turning his head for a kiss while his hand went back to his cock.

It was them. The three of them. Pressed against one another, alone, together. The All-Star game had lasted years. Leo wanted. He wanted dinner, every night in this apartment. He wanted to make them laugh and happy and—love. He wanted to take them to bed, and make them sigh and moan and cling to him. He wanted to cling to them, he wanted them inside. Leo gasped into Logan’s mouth and pressed his heavy cock against Logan’s hip. He gripped Logan’s, giving it tight, slow pulls.

“Finn, do you have—”

“Yeah,” Finn said, and rolled away onto his back, stretching to reach his beside table. Logan didn’t seem to like the loss of contact, and mumbled as he pulled Leo on top of him, using his heels to press him down. It startled a sound out of Leo and he gripped the pillow by Logan’s head. Leo looked down at where their cocks nudged together and took them in his hand. Logan’s head was dropped back onto the pillow like he was already half-way there, small, panting breaths leaving his mouth.

“Jesus, Tremz,” Finn said as he returned with a small bottle. “I mean I know you were loud in every other situation, but—”

He was cut off when Logan groaned brokenly at a well-aimed grind by Leo. Finn flushed all the way down to his chest, but that was the last thing Leo saw before he was ducking to kiss Logan’s exposed throat.

Finn watched them, barely breathing. Leo got his knees beneath him, splayed wide as he released their cocks and ground his hips down instead. It was fucking obscene, and Finn was probably going to lose his mind. Finn rested back on the bed for a minute, reaching down to touch himself. The tendons in Logan’s throat were bared as Leo rutted against him while sucking a bruise into his neck.

“Leo,” Logan all but moaned in, voice raspy and low.

Finn groaned, and it drew Logan’s eyes to him. They were a hazy green, and trained from Finn’s face, to his working arm, and finally to his cock, pink in his fist. He looked mesmerized.

Finn felt shaky-limbed as he pushed himself up to kneel, swiping the lube up from the sheets and squeezing a generous amount into his palm. With his dry hand, he lightly touched the small of Leo’s back.

“Peanut,” Finn said, bending to kiss just above the swell of his ass. “Can I?”

He asked because Leo had said he wanted it, but he wanted to make sure. That was probably something they should all talk about. Finn would tell them he didn’t know how he felt about getting fucked, but he sure as hell knew he wanted to make them feel good that way.

Leo seemed equally enthusiastic. He lifted his head, cheeks red, and looked back at Finn.

“Yes, yes—” he said, pushing back against Finn’s palm. “Yeah, Harzy.”

“What,” Logan panted, straining his head up to look. He saw how Fin was poised, where his wet fingers were trailing to. Logan’s smile was a little delirious, brows knit in pleasure. “Fuck. Oh fuck, me next, okay?”

Finn reached down to grip himself hard, resting his forehead against Leo’s warm skin. He was throbbing at even the thought, the image of them splayed out for him, both of them, waiting—

“Or…” Leo said. “I could fuck you. While Harzy fucks me.”

The idea sent goosebumps over Finn’s neck.

“Yes,” Logan said firmly. “Allez.”

“Do we…need condoms?” Finn asked hesitantly. Secretly, he’d been thinking about it. The idea of it being just them. “We all just got tested this month for check ups and I haven’t been with anyone in like…a long fucking time.”

“Me too,” Leo said.

Logan bit his lip against a smile. “Same.”

“Okay…” Finn’s heart pounded and he squeezed Leo’s hip. “Everyone cool with that?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m cool with that,” Leo said, and Finn laughed.

Logan hesitated, and then said, “I’ve never actually done this before. I mean, I’ve fingered myself but I’ve never had anyone else to…”

“We just gotta go slow,” Leo said. “Talk to each other. We’ll figure out what feels good, you know? I…I trust you guys with, well, everything.”

“Aw, Nut, baby,” Finn smiled. “Of course, we’ll talk to each other. We all know Logan’s good at that.”

“Look who’s talking,” Logan said, then, “me first,” and he spread his muscular thighs apart.

Finn snorted. “Jesus, Lo.”

Leo laughed and sat up, Finn behind him to suck on his neck and hand him the lube. Finn tried to watch Leo as much as possible. Having never thought much of fingering, he’d never tried it on himself. Leo was gentle, so gentle, and Logan—he really did love it. He pushed back on Leo’s fingers while Leo soothed his palm over his hip, occasionally rubbing his thumb over the base of Logan’s leaking cock.

“Fuck, Nutty, do that more, he likes it,” Finn said lowly in Leo’s ear as Logan thrashed.

“So fucking hot,” Leo said shakily.

“Allez,” Logan said, kicking one heel against Leo’s thigh. “Allez, Leo, Leo.”

“D’accord,” Leo hushed him. “Harzy’s gotta do me.”

“I—okay, you have to tell me if I’m doing bad or good,” Finn said with a deep breath, taking the lube.

Leo looked over his shoulder with a smile—a feat that really should be illegal—and leaned back for a kiss.

“Trust you,” Leo said, and then promptly bent over Logan for a kiss, baring himself to Finn.

Finn wanted to be as gentle as Leo. He felt shaky with anticipation and—and love, he thought. The feeling caught his breath and stole it, ready to be released. But he focused on the task at hand, cherishing the full cup of it in his chest instead of spilling it over without a thought. Love, love, love. He poured it into his slow work, drawing the most perfect sounds from Leo.

“Baby,” Finn whispered, pressing kiss after kiss to Leo’s spine. “Tell me.”

“—so good,” Leo’s voice caught in an ah—“Finn.”

Finn felt like he was melting from the inside out at the feeling of Leo clenching around his fingers. He took it as the cue it was and hauled Leo up from where Logan had been kissing the noises out of his mouth.

“You first, Peanut,” Finn grinned. He tucked his chin over Leo’s shoulder, hands stroking his sides.

“Okay, Tremz?” Leo said softly, and Logan scoffed, kicking him again and making Leo pinch his side playfully.

Leo stroked himself a few times before slowly lining himself up and pressing in. Finn’s eyes flicked up to Logan’s face, which opened up completely, eyes going unfocused, his breathing hard.

“Ah—You’re so—” Logan gasped as Leo sunk into his heat. “Leo.”

Leo had his chin tilted down, watching his hips inch closer to Logan’s. Finn could feel him breathing against his chest.

“Fuck,” Finn whispered. “You two…”

Leo was careful and slow, stopping a few times to catch his breath, but finally, he and Logan were pressed together. Logan’s cock was leaking and red against his stomach.

“Logan,” Leo said.

Logan made an incoherent sound, and then lifted his hips to push back against Leo’s. Both of them sighed, and then Leo put his hands on Logan’s hips and pulled out about half way before pressing in again.

Logan whined low in his throat, cock pulsing. “Yeah, fuck yeah…” he brought a hand below his balls, feeling where Leo was moving inside of him. Leo fucked him in slow, long drags that Finn could practically feel with every brush of Leo’s ass against his own cock.

“Leo,” Finn began urgently.

Leo nodded. “Please, Harz.”

Finn’s hands were definitely shaking as he finally touched himself. He was solid and warm in his own hand, had never seen himself this fucking turned on before, besides for being with Logan. But, after that, sex had always been accompanied by a twinge of sadness.

There was no room for that sadness now, not with his boys with him.

Finn spread some more lube onto himself for good measure and groaned at the slippery feeling before tentatively pressing the crown of his dick against Leo’s entrance.

“Knutty,” Finn said.

“It’s okay,” Leo breathed. He was deep in Logan and still as he waited for Finn. “I’m ready, Harzy, I’ll tell you how to go.”

Finn put a hand on Leo’s shoulder, lining up again and pressing forward this time. He only got his head in before he had to stop, mouth open at the impossible heat.

“Huh,” Finn gasped, forehead dropping to Leo’s shoulder. He clenched his jaw, willing himself not to come on the spot. “Fuck, baby, you feel…”

“So good,” Logan whispered, arms flung over his head on the bed.

Finn pressed his hips forward again, and it was a smooth glide until he was plastered along Leo’s back. Without pulling out, he fucked in, and both boys below him moaned.

“Harzy,” Logan said, eyes flashing open.

It was not good for Finn’s stamina to realize that whatever he did to Leo, Logan felt also. To realize that this could happen again a million and one times, that he would wake up tomorrow with them, kiss them good morning, play hockey beside them, go out to dinner with them, spend the summer with them, win the cup with them. Every fucking day was theirs.

Finn rested his lips between Leo’s shoulder blades and pulled out before pushing back in with more force. He set the pace quick, punching sounds out of Leo as he did which Logan responded to. They panted his name, kissed each other. Leo grabbed for his hip, pulling him in harder. Finn already knew he was deliriously addicted to this feeling. To them.

Logan, taking the blunt weight of both of their thrusts, had gone silent. His back was arched up against the bed, nails digging into Leo’s broad back, muscles strained. Finn wasn’t sure he was even breathing. Finn reached around him to grip Logan’s hips instead and pushed forward sloppily now. He flicked his hair out of his eyes, damp with sweat now. Every part of him was on fire, and he was so hard it hurt, but he wasn’t ready for it to be over yet. He fucked into Leo one more time and held there, covering himself over Leo’s back.

“Finn,” Leo cried hoarsely when Finn started circling his hips. “Ah—”

Finn pressed in a few more times before leaning back with a last kiss to Leo’s spine.

“Shift change, boys,” he panted, and sat up, pulling carefully out of Leo with a moan. “Logan, be center.”

“No hockey metaphors,” Leo groaned, still pliant and buried in Logan, who looked fucking blissed out against the sheets. “Not in bed.”

Leo’s shot voice warmed Finn all over, and he pushed his hair back and stared down at his red cock, shiny with lube and drooling a sticky string of precome onto his bedspread. He wanted to touch himself so bad that his palms itched with it, but he didn’t dare.

“I want to fuck both my boys,” Finn smoothed his hands over Leo’s ass appreciatively.

“I’m—” Logan’s voice cracked. “I’m gonna need a minute.”

Finn huffed out a laugh, pressing a trail of kisses over Leo’s spine. “Believe me, I’m gonna lose it soon, too.” There was just so much to be kissed. Of both of them.

Logan finally cracked his eyes open. His pupils were blown wide. “I don’t know if soon is the word for me.”

Finn tilted his head, Leo seeming too, also. Leo sat up, back into Finn’s chest, and Finn’s mouth went dry. Logan was a mess, a pool of come tacky on his stomach, chest breathing hard.

“Oh, Lo. Baby,” Finn pressed his hand forward, cock wedged between himself and Leo, and trailed a finger in the mess. “You already…?”

“Twice,” Logan mumbled. His cock was soft and spent on his stomach. “I think. It feels like forever. Fuck.”

“God,” Leo moaned, his cock big and hanging between his thighs. “Just silently having a good time down there, huh?”

Logan groaned, sounding more pained now. He reached down and pressed a palm over himself. “I’m still so fucking horny—” he didn’t finish, but as Finn watched, Logan’s cock twitched against his stomach.

“You fucking magician,” Finn said. “It’s been what, twenty? Fifteen?”

Leo shook his head. Finn reached around and cradled Leo’s cock against his stomach and Leo’s hips jerked like he could help it. “No idea.”

Finn felt like it was the three of them in the entire world.

“Let’s do it,” Leo sighed happily and turned to the side to press a sloppy kiss to Finn’s mouth before flopping on his back beside Logan.

Finn stared. “You really are just…a fucking giant.” He glanced at Logan’s smaller frame, and his entire body warmed. Finn briefly contemplated asking to just watch them get off, before he remembered Logan was waiting for him.

“I can’t move,” Logan groaned, even as he pushed himself up and right into Finn’s lap for a sloppy, hot kiss.

Finn gathered him against his chest, cock nudging against Logan’s hole, smearing the wetness. He was going to come so fucking hard.

“Hi, Lo, baby,” Finn said softly.

Logan just wrapped his arms around Finn’s neck while Leo sat up and pressed up against Logan’s back. Leo and Finn smiled at each other over Logan’s shoulder and kissed lazily while Logan rutted against Finn’s abs, cock beginning to fatten up again.

Logan was only partially hard when he gave Finn’s cheek a little pat. “I’m gonna fuck Nut now.” He tangled his hands in Finn’s sweaty hair. The kiss was messy, more biting teeth than not. Logan’s fire simmered under Finn’s skin.

“This is so good,” Leo groaned and flopped back against the bed again. “What the hell, it’s like—sixteen year old me’s wet dream.”

Finn blinked at that image. A younger Leo, looking up to them, and— “Oh.”

Logan laughed and turned out of Finn’s arms to clamber over Leo’s long, lean body.

“Es-tu prêt, mon coeur?” Logan mumbled, as he pressed gentle kisses to Leo’s mouth, his cheeks. “Je suis très exité pour toi…”

Leo reached between them with a sigh, letting his legs spread obscenely for Logan.

“Get hard,” Leo said. “Get hard inside me.”

“Jesus,” Finn said.

“Finn,” Logan’s voice was breathy, and Finn was there in a moment, pulling Logan up to lean back against his chest and taking his still mostly soft, sensitive member in his hand. The skin was incredibly soft, and there was something vulnerable and gentle about holding Logan when he was like this. Finn couldn’t resist kissing his shoulder blade, and pressing his palm over Logan’s pounding heart. He loved him. Wildly.

“Okay?” Finn asked. He snagged the lube again, even though Logan was pretty slick, and squeezed a bit onto his fingers before stroking Logan’s cock gently.

“Yeah,” Logan gasped, and let Finn guide his hips forward, nudging against Leo’s entrance.

Leo was watching, too, propped on Finn’s many pillows, his heels pressing into the mattress and his hands cupping his cock, one working the shaft while the other thumbed down over his balls near where Logan’s cock was pushing in.

Finn traced his thumb there, too, his own cock throbbing with ever brush against Logan’s back. Logan was breathing hard, his hips working in circles against Leo’s.

“How is it, peanut butter?” Finn asked.

Leo’s mouth was open, chin tilted up against the pillows. His hands had stilled. “Fuck, he’s getting hard. Yeah, Tremz…”

Logan moaned and pushed forward, hands on either side of Leo’s chest so that he could rut into him harder, muscles flexing. Leo’s long arms wrapped around his broad shoulders and Finn could only watch, hands smoothing over Logan’s back. His cock was tight against his stomach, and he wanted them both so badly, he could hardly think. He pressed his thumb against Logan’s entrance, already prepped and waiting. He lined himself up and pushed the swollen head of his cock inside. He clutched at Logan’s hip, breathing in. Logan had stilled as Finn pushed in, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Finn hung his head, breathing hard, and then pulled back slowly to snap his hips forward again. It punched a glorious sound out of Logan, and then Leo, who absorbed the thrust, too. Finn picked up a pace, faster than he had been with Leo, getting used to this, to loving a partner so much he was dizzy with it. He watched Leo’s face, screwed up in pleasure, as Logan mumbling to him in French, the soft syllables running together with his uneven breathing as he was caught between sinking his cock into Leo, and pressing back against Finn’s. Finn looked down at Logan’s broad back, every muscle taught, and thought about how long they’d been waiting for this. How long he’d wanted Logan. How he hadn’t even thought to start waiting for Leo until he was there, with his kind eyes and sharp wit, pressing their shoulders together on the couch and then, while Logan was away, sucking Finn’s cock down into the wet heat of his mouth.

Finn moaned, fucking in harder. Logan cried out as it pressed him deeper into Leo.

Logan was fully hard now, cock sensitive and aching. He’d never come this much in his life, except maybe when he first discovered that it was a thing. He felt pinned, delirious with the heat of the two boys on either side of him. Leo was a vice around him, Finn a hard weight behind him, within him. He didn’t know what he wanted more, to fuck shamelessly into Leo, or fuck himself on Finn.

“Closer, Harz,” he gasped.

Leo cried out, one hand flying back to grip the headboard with Logan’s thrusts, and with the new leverage, Logan had that much more control. Nothing filled the room except the sound of skin slapping on skin and their breathing. Logan, despite feeling like he was half out of his mind with pleasure, had never felt so at peace. He felt safe with his lips against Leo’s throat, Finn’s at the back of his neck. Finn and Leo had their hands laced together, and the sight of them all connected made Logan feel like he was going to come all over again.

“I’m gonna—” Logan gasped, and pressed his forehead against Leo’s chest, pumping his cock into Leo faster.

Finn pressed closer behind Logan, so close that soon Logan could only pant, open mouthed, and grind into Leo with the small space he had as Finn fucked him in hard, deep strokes. Finn grabbed his hips, hitching himself closer, and the angle changed and—

“Ah,” Logan’s voice broke, his cock pulsing against Leo’s tight walls as Finn grazed his prostate. “Finn. Finn.”

“Yeah, baby? There?”

Logan wanted to find that spot for Leo. He wanted to do everything for both of them. Both of Leo’s hands were curled around the headboard now, long torso arching upward as he pressed himself onto Logan’s cock. Logan angled upwards, and Leo stilled, mouth falling open.

“Lo—” Leo’s voice was strained, forearm muscles straining out. “Please.”

“I’m gonna come,” Finn half mumbled into Logan’s skin. “Lo—”

“Yeah, Harzy,” Logan gasped as he felt Finn grow heavier inside him.

Finn’s breathing turned harsh, his thrusts uneven and short, until he shoved all the way inside and stilled. Logan could feel him, pulsing, coming. It was warm and Logan could barely breathe with how hard he was. It trapped him inside Leo. Finn kept coming and coming.

“Finn, oh god, mon—“ Logan gasped as Finn whined, long and low as his cock pulsed inside of Logan. My love my love my love.

Finally, Finn seemed to breathe again, and Logan blinked down at Leo, who looked dazed with Logan’s hard cock, unmoving and aching inside of him still. Leo’s own cock was weeping, a vein tracing up one side, head fat, balls heavy. Logan wanted to have that in his mouth some time.

Finn pulled out shakily. He sighed, and stretched out beside them, pressing along Leo’s leg and side. He had a lazy smile on his face, hair sweaty. He was sort of glowing, and Logan and Leo couldn’t look away.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he breathed and pressed a warm palm over the soft skin of Leo’s inner thigh. “You two…”

Logan cursed and hauled his knees up beneath him, wrapping his hands around Leo’s hips and fucking forward again. Leo was pliant with it, knuckles white against the dark headboard. Logan fucked him once, twice, and Leo’s cock bobbed against his stomach before come streamed out of it across his chest, untouched.

“Oh,” Finn said, and reached forward for him, fingers pale and long around Leo as he stroked him through his orgasm. Leo was loud, grinding himself against Logan’s cock which felt so close to the edge it nearly hurt with how good it was. Logan felt like he had been coming forever, but he still needed—

“Yes, yes,” Leo was chanting, their names spilling out as Finn didn’t let up and Logan let him grind down. When he stilled, he was flushed from his cheeks to his lovely collarbones, a gorgeous mess. His blond curls were dark on his forehead and he opened his eyes sleepily. Logan was doing everything he could not to move, he was probably sensitive, and focused on stroking his hands over Leo’s hips instead, trying to sooth the tight muscles. He pulled out haltingly, cock streaming steadily.

“Lo,” Finn groaned, and reached down to palm his cock which was stiffening again. “Fuck, are you like this all the time? I’m going to die? Tell us what we can do.”

“I know what we can do.”

Leo grinned and leaned forward for a kiss, before pushing Logan onto his back. “I promised him something earlier.”

Logan barely had time to breathe before Leo’s mouth was swallowing him down. Logan’s hands flew to Leo’s hair, he arched up into the heat.

“Leo, Leo, Leo, I’m—coming—“

Logan could feel an almost unbearable, sensitive pressure building, his toes curling against Leo’s thighs, Finn’s hand in his hair, before it broke. It seemed to drain everything from him, he didn’t know what sounds he made, didn’t know which way was up. Leo sucked him through it, insistent and soft, down to the hilt until Logan whined at the pressure, until it was too much.

Logan opened his eyes, and a moan from his left drew his eyes just in time to see Finn come again from Leo’s hand and collapse back against the mattress. It was quiet, after everything, the three of them in a tangle of limbs, breathing.

Logan huffed out a laugh. “Fuck.”

Leo smiled, too, settling himself down over Logan and tucking his face into his neck. Logan loved it, he loved the weight of them in bed with him. Finn rolled until he was pressed against their sides, a leg thrown over Leo’s calves.

“Boys,” Finn’s voice cracked horribly and they snorted, the feeling of each other laughing only making them laugh harder.

Logan ran a hand up Finn’s back, turning his head to press his lips to his temple.

“I was just going to say that I…” Finn trailed off. “You’re my…”

None of them really needed him to finish though. Leo felt heavier against Logan, like he was falling asleep.

“We should clean up,” Logan said half-heartedly, although he really didn’t want to move. He was pleasantly sore, pleasantly floaty, with Leo weighing him down and Finn’s mouth trailing along his neck, kissing along the leather band of his necklace.

“I’ll go,” Finn said hurriedly, and all but trotted to the restroom.

“I could have done that, Harz,” Leo mumbled when he returned, then added, with a smile, “You did do most of the work.”

Finn bit his lip as he carefully rolled Leo onto his back beside Logan, washcloth soft against their stomachs and cocks. He shrugged a shoulder.

“No, I…I like this part. I like working, I like…” he flushed and cleared his throat. “I like giving you guys what you want, you know? What you deserve. You deserve to feel good. It makes me happy.”

Logan’s heart gave a painful tug at that. Finn. It made sense. Finn, even in his own chaotic way, had always done things like that for Logan. Coffee pick-ups, giving him his sweatshirt when it was cold on the bus and he had packed his. Coming to every call of Logan’s, even when Logan had been less than thankless for it.

Finn sent him a lopsided smile as he finished and tossed the washcloth, but evidently saw something in Logan’s expression because he tilted his head.

“You deserve that, too,” Logan said.

“Yeah,” Leo nodded, and Logan rolled onto his side to tuck himself along Leo’s lean body, smiling at Finn. Leo fingers drew absentmindedly on Logan’s bare back and Logan propped himself on his elbow, looking down at him. He smiled into a quick kiss, and brushed the white-gray tuft of hair back from Leo’s temple.

“Oh, yeah, Leo’s gonna take us on his boat,” Finn said, his hands caressing one thigh each.

Leo laughed loudly, and Finn climbed over him, peppering kisses up his chest before reaching his mouth.

“Right, peanut?”

Leo’s face grew thoughtful for a second, maybe even a little wistful. “Yeah, I’d…I’d love to take you guys home.”

“Summer,” Logan said, fingers moving to the back of Finn’s neck, just touching. Both of them leaned into it, wherever his hands were, and he didn’t think he’d ever get enough of the feeling.

“Not too soon,” Leo grinned.

“Knock on wood,” Finn reached up and knocked on Logan’s head. Logan shoved him, and Finn just laughed, lunging forward to tackle Logan back against the bed.

“Whoa, whoa,” Logan gasped, laughing and clinging to Finn’s back. “We’re gonna fall—”

Finn grabbed at the blankets, his other hand keeping Logan close, and Leo grabbed both of them, rolling them away from the edge.

“Jesus Christ,” Leo laughed, staring at the two of them before rolling away to stand. Logan watched, knowing Finn was doing the same from where his cheek was on his chest, as Leo stretched up, his back popping, everything on display from his long torso, to his soft cock. “I’m gonna get us some water, okay? Try not to fall off the bed.”

“No promises,” Logan said, as Leo disappeared down the hall, but not before brushing his fingers through Logan’s hair. Logan was looking after him when a gentle kiss against his throat pulled his attention to Finn.

“I love it when you laugh like that,” Finn whispered, brushing their noses together. He was pressed against Logan’s chest, arms doing nothing to support his weight. Logan never wanted him to move.

Logan touched his fingers to a few of Finn’s more prominent freckles across his cheeks.

“I love you,” Logan whispered back.

Finn’s smile was the one Logan saw in his sleep, the one that his mind conjured up with every thought of him. “Love you.”

“We’re gonna love him, aren’t we,” Logan said. It was no question.

Finn nodded. “Yeah, we are.”

Leo woke up slowly, feeling like he had sunk away from the world. It was like the feeling of sun beating down on his back while he lay out on the dock at home. Except it covered his entire being, and didn’t fade with the wind. Two suns were cradling him between them.

Leo opened his eyes and brought his hand up slowly beneath the covers to cradle the back of Finn’s head. Finn’s even breathing was hot against his neck, Logan’s between his shoulder blades. He felt more than a little groggy, like he had been sleeping for years and years, so deeply that it washed away slowly. He wondered if he’d always sleep this well with these two.

Leo smiled to himself, eyes closing again. They had no where to be today. They could stay like this, if they wanted to, but Leo also liked the idea of going out to brunch, maybe squeezed into a booth at the cute pancake place down the street. Or he could make them pancakes. Logan liked ham, Finn liked sausage, he could just run to Whole Foods and be back—

Leo heard Finn take a long breath in, and the freeze. He felt the light tickle of him blinking his eyes open, and grinned. Leo pet his fingers through Finn’s hair a few times before turning his head down to press a kiss to his forehead. Finn looked up at him, one eye closed still, before his face relaxed and he closed his eyes again, smiling.

Leo laughed softly and leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Good morning,” he whispered.

“Hm,” Finn said, leaning up into the kiss. “Morning.”

Leo smiled. Finn picked his head up a little, peaking over Leo’s shoulder at Logan.

“You’re covered in drool, just so you know,” he whispered.

Leo laughed, and the motion drew a sound out of Logan, whose head appeared a second later over Leo’s shoulder, hair an absolute mess.

“Wha’s wrong?” Logan said, voice low from sleep.

“Nothing, babe,” Finn said. “We’re just talking about your drool.”

Logan grumbled before promptly starting to crawl over Leo.

“Hey,” Finn began to protest.

“I’m the shortest, I get to be in the middle.”

Leo laughed. “Did you just admit—”

Logan shushed him as he wedged his body between them.

“C’est chaud ici,” Logan sighed contently, burrowing farther beneath the quilt and pushing his cold nose into Leo’s chest. “Fish, closer.”

Finn snorted but complied, all but squeezing Logan between them with a leg over their hips. Logan didn’t seem to mind.

They rested like that, quiet and dozing. Leo sort of wanted breakfast, but he also sort of never wanted to leave. Logan was asleep again, lips parted and chin tilted up between them. Finn looked halfway there, cheek in Logan’s curls. Leo let himself sink back into the pillows, the sunlight heat of the two boys holding him close, and closed his eyes. They had time.