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mookie--jam · 2 years

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Chapter 15: Jeffrey's Angels (Empty Canvas)

“Thank you guys so much. You’re my heroes!” my girlfriend exclaims as Eddie and I carry the last one of the canvasses up the stairs. Corrine enlisted me to pick them up and I dragged along Eddie for the ride, in an attempt to get him out of his post-camping trip funk.

“I thought I was your only hero. Honey, if we start doing threesomes you actually need to tell me beforehand. Also so that I’d be able to have a say in who comes into our bed”, I tell her with a wide grin as Eddie and I put down the last canvas. Eddie gives us both a confused and slightly embarrassed look before turning his eyes away, trying to find something more worthy of his interest to look at.

“Jeff, my dear, you know you always have and always will have my undivided attention”, Corrine tells me as she places her hands on my shoulders from behind, massaging them ever so slightly. I instantly relax, mainly because my back has been killing me from carrying all that stuff up the stairs.

“You better”, I mumble under my breath and I have to keep myself from actually purring out the words as she continues to massages my neck and shoulders.

“Yes what?” Eddie questions all of a sudden as he’s looking at something on Corrine’s easel. I give him a look of confusion, but he doesn’t see it as his eyes are glued to whatever he seems to be looking at.

“Nothing”, I say and try to make him understand my confusion, but we’re never gonna get there if he doesn’t look at me. It’s like he’s hypnotized.

“I thought you said my name”, he mumbles and takes a step closer towards the easel. Something in my mind clicks and I’m able to give myself an explanation, but Corrine is a bit quicker on her feet than I am.

“He said better, Eddie, not Vedder”, Corrine clears out for the both of us. Her hands fall from my shoulders as she seems to look up at Eddie, noticing him staring at her work. I practically whimper as she leaves me without the magic her hands were working just mere moments ago.

I however stop myself as I see a somewhat panicked look in Corrine’s eyes as she rushes over to the easel. I follow her suit, without even giving it a second thought. Curiosity has also been gathering inside of me, wondering what image had Eddie in such a trance.

Once I get there, it somewhat clicks. On the easel is a drawing, clearly by Corrine’s hand. On first notice I can immediately tell this is some of her better work. The more I look at it, the more impressed I am by her skill. It’s only after a second that I realize that her skill isn’t what has Eddie this enthralled, but rather the subject of the drawing. The likeness is uncanny. It’s Lola, without a shirt, just wearing jeans, barefoot on the couch, with her hair strategically covering some of her more delicate areas.

“She’s gorgeous”, Eddie finally mutters under his breath, in an attempt to break himself away from the piece of artwork.

“Thanks”, Corrine mumbles taking it as a compliment. I don’t have the heart to tell her that he’s talking about Lola to be specific and not about her drawing. I decide against it, because it’s good to see her accepting compliments, whereas usually she’d ignore them and would start to devaluate her own work.

“You guys weren’t supposed to see this”, Corrine tells the both of us on the side. None of us are looking at each other, we’re still fixated on the drawing. The detail on this is mind blowing. The way she got the contours of Lola’s jaw and the little mole on it. Lola’s slightly upturned nose. The curls and waves of her hair, each drawn individually with the greatest care.

“What do you mean?” Eddie inquires the same question that’s also on my lips. How come no one is supposed to see this. This drawing is some of the best work I’ve seen Corrine do in… In like ever. And I was really into her Pollock phase that happened last year, so that’s saying a lot!

“When Lola posed for this, we made a deal. She’d only pose like this if no one else were to see it”, Corrine tells us and I can feel my heart sink. I know her through and through and Coco is already feeling guilty over me and Eddie seeing this accidentally. So there’s no way on earth that she’ll ever put this up in an exhibition. She’ll probably take it of her easel as soon as possible, roll up the piece of paper and stash it away in a cabinet, never to be seen again. It’s so damn frustrating, because this drawing is so damn good.

“It’s a shame though”, I voice my opinion out loud, “Because it’s so fucking good.” My words seem to be ignored. Corrine’s eyes are focussed on Eddie who is focussed on the drawing of Lola.

“How is she?” Eddie asks Corrine, as if he can tell she’s looking at him, yet he has no way to know because he’s still looking at the easel.

“She’s been better”, Corrine tells him and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say there was pity in her voice. What the hell is going on? Why is Eddie asking Corrine how Lola is? Last time I checked, those two were as close as could be. And what is up with Corrine’s concerned look?

“It’s my fault”, I swear I hear Eddie mumble under his breath before the guy finally looks away from the easel to announce: “I think I’m gonna go now. See you guys around.”

Without even waiting for us to say goodbye or something along those lines, he makes his way to the door and leaves without even looking back. To say I’m confused might be the understatement of the century.

“What the hell was that?” I ask out loud and look at Corrine, who has one arm across her chest, her other hand instinctively touching the base of her throat. She’s staring at the door through which Eddie just disappeared. I know this stance, this is her Oh-you-poor-thing-stance.

“Honey, Corrine to earth!” I say, waving my hand in front of her eyes until she eventually snaps out of her trance. She blinks a few times and looks at me, immediately rolling her eyes at my frantic expression.

“What is going?” I ask her, because the suspense is killing me. What the hell is going on? Does Corrine know the reason why Eddie has been a zombie ever since the camping trip? If so, why the fuck hasn’t she told me yet?

“Just forget it”, she mutters as she shakes her head and turns towards the easel again. She starts taking away the pins that are holding the drawing in place.

“No, I will not forget it”, I tell her and takes her hands in mine. Partly so she’ll look at me, partly because I don’t want her to stash away this drawing. It deserves more recognition and appreciation and it’s not gonna get that when it’s gathering dust at the bottom of her closet.

“He’s been like this for more than two weeks now and it’s driving me insane not know. And I know that you know what’s going on. So tell me”, I plead with her. She lets out a sigh and puts a hand on my cheek, her thumb softly stroking my face.

“No, Jeff, I can’t”, she says, but part of me can tell that she actually wants me to know. That she wants to tell what this is all about. It’s just her damn honor that’s holding her from telling me the truth. Oh for fuck’s sake, honey, just tell me.

“Yes you can”, I tell her and softly place a kiss on her neck, ready to place more kisses. If I have to tease it out of her, I will. She’s used the same tactic on me before, so she can’t even blame me for it. She lets out an aggravated groan -not exactly the reaction I was hoping for- and pushes me away.

“No I can’t. I swear I can’t. It’s not my place to tell you”, she tells me again and now it’s my turn to let out an irritated moan. I love her to the moon and back, but her moral codes do tend to get on my nerves some times.

“Who cares of it’s your place or not, just tell me. I need to know”, I plead again and I decide to get down on my knees and give her my puppy eyes and pouty face. This usually does the trick.

“Jeff no”, she tells me, trying to sound persistent, but I can already tell that’s she’s wavering. Good to know that this old trick still works the magic it needs to work when needed.

“Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top?” I beg her, holding my hands together in a gesture of prayer. Oh Saint Corrine, Love of My Life, Guardian of My Libido, please enlighten me and tell me what the fuck is wrong with my singer, is what I almost beg her out loud, but I decide against it. I can see she’s already on the verge of breaking.

“Don’t give me the puppy eyes”, she mumbles in a last attempt to get me to stop. But I’m not giving in. I need to know what the hell is going on, it’s been driving me insane for more than two weeks now. Eddie comes back from San Diego and he’s happier than I’ve ever seen him. Everything is fine and smooth sailing and the we go on a camping trip. During the camping trip everything is still wonderful, but then…. Then we get back from the camping trip and he’s like a different person. Only a ghost of himself, except for when he’s singing because then he changes into yet another person. He becomes a fucking psychopath. It took us completely off guard, but to be fair, he’s never sounded better. And now he comes over here and stares at the drawing of Lola, muttering things, him and Corrine clearly talking about something that I lack the knowledge of. But no more! I, Jeffrey Allen Ament, will get to the bottom of this. Even if it’s the last thing I’ll do. though I hope it’s not!

“Please”, I plead one last time, throwing all my charm into the mix, even batting my eyes a few times for good measure.

“Oh for fuck’s sake. I’ll tell you, but you have to swear to stay silent”, Corrine finally gives in, sounding angry. I know she’s not angry at me -she’s got a specific Ament-I’ll-fucking-kill-you voice, and this is not it-, rather she’s angry at herself for giving in.

“Deal”, I tell her immediately, though I do feel a pang of guilt, knowing that I have pushed her into telling something she didn’t want to tell. But I’ll make it up to her. She’ll soon forget about her honor code.

Now that I think of it, the truth can wait for another second. I can’t any longer. I’ve been meaning to get my reward for my delivery services even before I fulfilled those. I attach my lips to hers, letting her immediately know my intentions. She can’t help but giggle.

“What about your urgency to get the truth from me?” she mumbles against my lips and I can feel her smile as I pick her up by her thighs, her legs wrap around my waist in an instant.

“There are other more urgent matters at hand”, I tell her as I lay her down on her bed, which is made up out of three mattresses.

“Thank God I’m in a relationship with a man who knows his priorities”, she laughs as I start to unbutton her shirt. I know my priorities damn well. The most important of those is to ensure the happiness (and satisfaction) of the woman that has captured my heart.

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“So let me get this straight”, I try to reformulate everything Corrine just told me as I pull her closer and she plays with my hair. God I love it when she does that.

“Lola and Eddie were secretly dating and now they have broken up. They both think they are responsible. Eddie thinks he was too harsh, and Lola pushed him away because she’s still heart broken over Andy. Yet both of them are miserable without each and want to be together. Yet neither wants to see that.” Jesus fucking Christ, these two are acting like they are in a fucking Shakespeare play. It surprises me that Corrine hasn’t told me anything about this sooner. She fucking loves Shakespeare. So much so that she once insisted on roleplaying as Benedic and Beatrice from her favorite play Much Ado About Nothing. She’s got this thing for literary role-play. I don’t really mind it. It’s a good excuse to read more and it always ends in fun. Yet Lola and Eddie are role-playing one of his tragedies, whereas Corrine and I tend to stick to his comedies more often. The Taming of the Shrew was a lot of fun.

“Or admit that”, Corrine adds somewhat hopeless. I guess we’re both thinking the same thing.

“And then they call us a stubborn couple”, I joke trying to lighten the mood somewhat because the subject matter is quite heavy. Most of the times we talk about completely different things post-sex.

“They’re much worse than we are”, Corrine confirms with a chuckle. But when I look at her face all I can see is worry. Worry for our two friends who are in a miserable situation.

“On the other hand, we did take a while to give in to our feelings”, I tell her, trying to lighten her thoughts. It’s too much in Corrine’s nature to worry about others, so much so that she becomes miserable at the realization of her powerlessness in such a situation. My dear, you have too much empathy.

“Yes we did”, she confirms and places a short peck on my lips, but when she looks at me again the worry hasn’t disappeared.

“But they admitted their feelings as well, yet they still think they are better apart”, she sighs. I stroke her back a few times in an attempt at a reassuring gesture, but it doesn’t work. I don’t know if I can be a reassuring presence in this situation as it’s completely out of my hand.

“Whilst in fact they are both brutally miserable”, I state her thoughts out loud. These two have a lot of shit going on. If they’d just put aside their convictions and rationality for once and just gave into their feelings… Then Corrine and I would’ve probably already moved on to round two.

“Exactly”, she mutters as she keeps playing with my hair, focussing on it.

“Jesus fucking Christ and all his apostles, this is a messed up situation”, I let out in aggravation and Corrine chuckles. I was raised in a Catholic family and even though there isn’t much Catholic about the way I’m currently living, my cursing sometimes still bares the consequences of my upbringing.

“Tell me about it stud”, she tells me, emulating Olivia Newton-John in Grease. That’s one thing I’ve noticed lately, Grease keeps coming up in conversations in this friend group. It’s actually getting out of hand. But if we are assigning roles, I take Kenickie!

“And what do we intend to do about it?” I ask her for our plan of action. Corrine looks up from my hair and gives me a frown.

“We do nothing”, she tells me emphasizing the we. “I on the other hand convinced Lola to come to Thanksgiving and try and rekindle a friendship”, she continues putting an emphasis on the I. I can’t help but roll my eyes. She probably thinks me incapable of being helpful in this situation. I will admit I might not be the love expert, but she needs to stop trying to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. She knows by now that I intend to help with whatever she needs, even if she doesn’t want me to. But even if she was not involved in it, I’d be making up a plan of action. I care about these fuckers a lot and they deserve their happiness. If that means they need a little extra help from me, then so be it.

“But you’re hoping to rekindle more”, I try and guess my girlfriend’s underlying motives, even though I think her plan of action will be ineffective.

“Precisely”, she tells me with a smile, punctuating her answer by booking my nose.

“Corrine, honey, your optimism never seizes to amaze me”, I say to her.

“I feel a but coming”, she says, sounding somewhat irritated. She knows me too damn well.

“But you’re an idiot if you think that that will be enough”, I state. How she thinks that they will magically get back together after talking and breaking a wishbone seems illogical to me.

“How do you mean?” she questions me questioning her naiveness.

“They’ve tried to work things out on their own and it’s quite clear that they haven’t been successful at it. They’re like kids. They need guidance and someone to give them direction”, I explain to her and I start making gestures with my hands. I really need to stop doing this, is all I can think as I feel my hand hitting the lamp on her nightstand. I quickly catch the thing from falling over. When I look back at Corrine she’s giving me an all saying look. What the hell am I supposed to do with you?

“Oh, Jeff, please don’t tell me you intend to play Cupid”, she mumbles shaking her head. Part of me is relieved that she’s not rubbing my clumsiness in my face this time, as she’s done many times before.

“That’s exactly what I intend to do”, I make my plans clear to her, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to emphasize the point I’m making.

“Lola deserves happiness after Andy and Eddie is a great guy who needs someone to love that will love him in return. Yet they are both too stubborn to see that they are perfect for each other”, I defend the plan that is forming in my head, which Corrine is already shooting down before she’s even heard it. Thanks for the unconditional trust, my love.

“That’s what I’ve told Lola and that’s what Chris told Eddie and they still won’t realize it. That’s why our best shot at them getting back together is for them to be friends first”, she tries to talk me out of it but I shake my head. I’m also still disappointed in Chris for not telling me what was going on, but I’ll confront David Lee Goth about that later.

“Nonsense. All they need is a little help. A push in the right direction if you will”, I say, sticking to my point. They need help and if I have to be the one to provide them of that help, then I will, even if it’s the last thing I do. I hope it’s not the last thing I do. My wish is to die either on stage or in bed, that last one preferably in coital position.

“And how do you intend to do that?” Corrine questions me, knowing that I will not back down.

“I have a plan. But for that I will need to get some more help”, I tell her. To be honest, I do not have a full-fledged plan yet, but it’s slowly taking form in my head. One thing I know for sure, I won’t be able to do it on my own. I’m already assembling a team in my mind.

“Oh dear Lord”, she mutters and lets herself fall back on the bed again. Normally I’d take this as my sign to start round two, but that’s gonna have to wait for a bit. I get off the bed and start walking to her kitchen area.

“Honey, I’m gonna use your phone”, I tell her, picking the thing up from the kitchen counter. There’s something red and wet on the phone handle. My guesses are it’s either one of two things. One: tomato sauce, two: red paint. I decide not to lick the handle as I’ve been betrayed by paint in her kitchen before.

“Who the fuck are you even gonna call?” she asks me sitting up on the bed again. She looks around the sheets for something and eventually finds it. I recognize my boxers as she throws them at me. Right, she has a no nudity rule in her kitchen. I pick the underwear off the floor and start putting it on, looking around for her number list. It must be here somewhere. I pick up a piece of paper and look at it. Chinese menu, dammit.

“What I hope to be my squad of tiny, diaper wearing, fat little angels. Because this Thanksgiving we’re celebrating Valentine’s Day”, I tell her with a big grin on my face and I can hear her sigh. Sigh all you want my love, but my plan is gonna work and you’re gonna thank me for it excessively when you’re the maid of honor at their wedding.

“There’s no way of stopping you”, she sighs out as she gets out of bed as well, picking up my T-shirt from the floor. She puts it on as she makes her way over to the kitchen. Normally I’d tear off that T-shirt in three seconds, but I need to contact my chubby angels first. Then however, I will show her all the TLC she needs.

“No there is not”, I tell her, once again making her clear how persistent I am about this matter. “Now where is your number list?” I ask her, getting back to business.

“On the fridge as usual”, she tells me as she opens the fridge to take out a bit of orange juice. Once she closes it again, she takes the number list off the fridge door and hands it to me.

“I love you”, I tell her and give her a peck on the cheek.

“I love you too, but you’re an idiot”, she says and gives me a smack on my ass as she passes me by to sit on one of the chairs at her breakfast bar.

“I can live with that”, I say and give her a cheeky smile, which she answers by an eye roll as she opens up her book of Keats poetry and starts reading.

My eyes scan the list she’s given me, searching for the numbers of the people I’ll need for my plan. I think I’ve made up my list of angels. Three to be exact: Johnny, Chris and Jerry Cantrell.

#pearl jam fanfic #pearl jam fanfiction #eddie vedder fanfic #eddie vedder fanfiction #grungefic #grunge fanfic #grunge fanfiction

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sonic-colours · 3 years

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hello scourge likers

#this was supposed to be just dynamic pose practice #but i got carried away <3 #sonic the hedgehog #scourge the hedgehog #archie sonic #my art

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bettinadoodles · 5 years

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First impressions

Vitra was moments from getting pummeled by an Ice Golem, when out of nowhere leaps this rugged wood elf and blocks the blow that would have surely killed her with his giant sword. A complete stranger putting himself in harm’s way to help her? Needless to say, he left a pretty big impression…

The Flaming Loins were hired to destroy a tower emitting wild magic so out of control the lands around it had become completely unlivable. Avindar’s tribe had originally built the tower to protect their lands from outsider. Over time it grew so powerful and unpredictable that most of the tribe had fallen to to its wild magic, leaving Avindar the last defender of the lands.

#this is a hot mess but oh well #it was only supposed to be a quick dynamic pose practice #but i got carried away #d&doodles #d&d character #d&d #dnd character #d&d art #half drow #drow #vitra #avindar #vitra x avindar #my art #art journey #my ocs

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blue-jisungs · 2 years

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you’re an artist ♡

a/n. "the swing" has to be one of my fav paintings <33 shoutout to all my artists and drawing enjoyers :D

i got a little bit carried away with this one (maybe bc i like drawing as well hehe) but i wanted to thank you yet again from the bottom of my heart for 200 followers!! this is a small celebration post (yeah i know it's late but i was too tired to write it earlier). so enjoy and again - thank you for everything!!! <3333

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bang chan — chan turned around when he noticed you haven't made a noise for some while now. soft smile formed on his lips as he saw you fell asleep. "aich, y/n, should have told me you're tired" he sighed and stood up with intentions to put a blanket over you. his brows furrowed in curiosity as he saw your opened sketchbook. "so that's why you wanted to go to the studio with me...?" chan asked himself, putting away your pencils and then gently took the sketchbook. his eyes wandered on the page that was full of sketches... of him. even though he felt bad he just couldn't resist to take a look on the other pages. his smile grew bigger and bigger each time he saw a drawing of himself. most of them had small titles like my love, bang chan in action, sleepy bean bang chan. he put it away in safe place and kissed your temple. aich, you're so adorable.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ changbin — he knew about this hobby of yours but he never really saw any of your drawings. one day, he was teasing you about him being your model. "i know you love me, y/n but don't try to hide my handsomeness" he kept on smirking and flexing his muscles. while you drew him, he adored your focused face - slightly knitted eyebrows, poking the tip of your tongue out, eyes fixated on the paper just to take a glance at him after a while. after way longer that he imagined, you stood and came up to him. "come on, show me!!" changbin wiggled in place and pulled you closed by your waist with one hand and took the sketchbook with his other one. his jaw dropped. "do you like it?" you asked quietly, noticing how silent he went not for long though "i tried to do it 1:1 but you're just too handsome" you added. "YAAAH Y/N" changbin yelled, pulling you onto his lap with the biggest smirk ever "i love it. i'm going to keep it on the wall above my bed. you're so talented!!". from that moment, he's your model

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lee know — "aich, y/n, why are you so quiet?" lee know tsked, putting his hands on his hips. you swung your head up and slammed the sketchbook. "me? i was thinking--" you started and saw this mischievous spark in his eyes "minho, no-!". too late. like a predator, he jumped onto you and grabbed the sketchbook. with a victorious smirk he plopped down and flipped the pages. his teasing look on his face was quickly replaced by awe. "you drew this?" lee know asked, still looking at the drawings. you nodded. "all of them?" he asked yet again and finally saw the drawing you were doodling moments ago. he looked up and even though the shit eating grin formed on his lips again, he couldn't hide the respect and admiration in his eyes. "yaa, should have told me you want me to pose for you" lee know teased, taking a quick glance of your sketches of him during practice before you took your property back. "would you agree?" you hummed. "hmm... no" he giggled but you both knew that his answer was a lie.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ felix — felix heard a grunt and turned back to take a glance at you. "is there something wrong, angel?" he hummed, putting down the bowl with cookie dough. "no!" you yelped quickly and turned off your phone. but felix knows you way too well. he came up to you, sitting on a couch with your legs on it, knees bent and something leaning on your thighs. "well...?" he asked, laying his chin on your knee. "it was supposed to be a surprise but... i wanted to draw you but this photo is so blurry..." you mumbled and threw your phone over to him. "i'm literally right here, you should have asked" he giggled, flicking your other knee softly. "i know but... you're busy plus as i said... it was supposed to be a surprise." you sighed and looked up "that's a good angle you're in right now, actually". "see? now, you can draw me as long as you want. you can give it to me later, so it still remains as a surprise. deal?" felix hummed and you nodded. when you drew him, felix couldn't prevent a huge frin forming on his lips. you were so passionate about it and so focused!! he couldn't wait to see the drawing.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ han — "...so i thought, why not? also i need to pee really, like reaaalllyy, badly. be right back!" han announced and before you could giggle, he was gone on his way to the bathroom. you weren't on a date in public for ages and so far it was going so fun. to kill your boredom, you took out your sketchbook and a pencil and started doodlng random objects. this task absorbed you so deeply that you didn't even notice that after 45 minutes han was back. "yah, y/n! i was gone for so long and you didn't even notice?! what if someone kidnapped me?" han sighed dramatically and sat on his seat, taking a glance at your sketchbook. "well, did they?" you giggled and put down the sketchbook on the table. "no. but i did struggle with the sink and met some stays over there" he smiled "by the way, what got you so busy?". you looked at the sketchbook and scratched your neck "i was bored without you". "may i-...?" he asked, pointing at it. you nodded and drank the rest of your tea while jisung's face turned serious. "what?" you asked and your heart skipped a beat when you remebered that you had some sketches of him in your sketchbook. "what? y/n this is... this is art! i'm amazed! wait... that's why you sometimes get so quiet all of a sudden... woah... i'm really impressed!" he said and you could see it written all over his face that he's telling the truth "and hey, if you need a model - i'm down!"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hyunjin — "hey, hey... we all know i'm the best artist here!" han puffed out his chest and grabbed the crayons. maybe planning a small activity for them that included drawing wasn't the best idea. "han i can't focus. stop talking" hyunjin grunted and with that everyone got to work. as expected they were finished pretty soon - only you and hyunjin still working. "that's so boring. i'll go grab a coffee" seungmin sighed and left. lee know rolled his eyes, knowing he has to stay since he volunteered to be the model. "what's taking you so long?" he huffed. hyunjin was about to announce he's done when he took a glance at you. full on focused, lips slightly parted... and your drawing. he let out a yelp and you looked up, confused. "y/n?! since when you're so... good??" he asked which caused lee know to walk up to you. other members came back and saw the curious glances of hyunjin and lee know on your work. "you're grading already? that's not fair, we weren't here-- woah!" han stopped talking when he saw your drawing "okay, i know who won!". you blushed and looked at hyunjin who was fighting his best not to grin. he was so proud of you and shocked at the same time. but hey, now you two can draw together!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ seungmin — "can you go to sleep, please?" seungmin suddenly mumbled and you let out a yelp "what are you even doing up so early? or should i say- late?". "sorry, gosh. i thought you wouldn't wake up. i'm finished already, don't worry!" you said and put down the sketchbook on your desk. "that doesn't answer my question" he grunted and frowned. "well uh,, i was drawing you. i couldn't sleep and you're just--" you started but weren't meant to finish. "show" he said with closed eyes and hand raising from under the duvet. you handed him the sketchbook while he put on his glasses. as you slowly returned back to the bed and buried yourself under the duvet, he analysed your work. "what?" you asked. he shook his head and put down the sketchbook along with his glasses. "nothing. you're very talented. it's very nice. a bit weird to draw me while i'm asleep but it came out great. just..." he yawned and turned off the light, laying back "... don't do it at night. you're gonna ruin your eyesight". "will do. sorry. love you, good night" you chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ i.n — i.n fell was playing on his phone while laying between your legs. you were doodling something, he was focused on his game = silence. the members got confused by this silence so han was sent to check up on you. he did it so quietly that you two didn't even notice. he took a picture and sent it to the groupchat, running away from the room. i. n checked it instantly and frowned, zooming on you. you looked so focused and yet so passionate. "hey, can i see your drawing?" he asked and turned off his phone, raising his chin up to meet your eyes. "why-? i mean, sure." you chuckled and gave it to him. while jeongin was flipping through the pages with curiousity you started playing with his hair. "woah, y/n... your drawings..." he sighed and you noticed he stopped on that one drawing of him while he was sleeping "they are so cool, what the heck?! do you have more of them? and why i didn't know about them?!" (while i. n was hyped about your skills, bang chan in the other room was crying over how adorable you two are)

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gingeraleluke · 2 years

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congratulations on 2k mads <33

4 the sleepover can i ask for dolled up 4 any one of these pics ?

ALSO HELP I WAS TRYNNA SEND AN ASK BUT ACCIDENTALLY UNFOLLOWED U T^T

HAHA ITS OKAY!! i’m gonna combine these asks because they are pretty similar but i’m gonna change some things so hopefully you still enjoy :)

slight cw! an anxiety attack if you squint.

BASED ON THIS PICTURE

everyone knew that y/n liked vinnie.

everyone but vinnie.

it was any time now where he’d find out.

she didn’t do a good job hiding the fact and was practically a super fan of his behind closed doors. she met vinnie through her brother max, who became one of vinnie’s closest friends, and since her and max were so close, she’d often join them on hangouts.

hence why the three of them were in paris.

the two boys had left y/n at the airbnb to go do god knows what, leaving the girl to study and finish up her schoolwork. she didn’t want to keep the boys from having fun so she insisted that they go on without her.

but two hours went by and she became lonely.

grabbing her bag, she called an uber to take her to the skate park, where she assumed the boys would be. putting her phone down on the bathroom counter, she quickly fixed up her hair before going to wait outside for her ride. how was she supposed to know that they were actually in the streets of paris taking pictures and posing with cigarettes? she wasn’t omniscient and sure as hell couldn’t read minds.

once she got to the skate park, she walked around aimlessly, her black shoes carrying her feet across the entire park, looking for them.

she saw the silhouette of two boys, one seated while the other one was skating on the half pipe.

“hey!” she waved, squinting to try and make out their faces. the boy seating looked up from his phone while the other one came to a complete stop.

wrong people.

“oh, sorry! my bad, i uh, thought you were someone else.” she awkwardly apologized, letting out a dry laugh and walking off, thinking over what to do in her head.

where the hell could they be?

she felt the back pocket of her ripped jeans, feeling for her imaginary phone. she pulled out her bag, looking through the contents as she assumed she just put it in her bag and forgot.

then she realized that she left her phone on the sink of the airbnb.

fuck.

she panned over, checking to see if the two boys were looking at her, but saw that they weren’t. pacing back and forth, she tried to take deep breaths and keep calm.

curse vinnie for being so damn heady. two hours without him and she already longed for his presence.

“hey, um. i’m sorry, could i borrow a phone? i need to make a call.” she chirped, raising a hand up and bringing attention to herself. she hoped that they spoke english.

the brunette boy stayed seated while the edgier blonde one, stopped his board and walked towards her, holding out a phone for her to use.

“thank you.”

she quickly dialed vinnie’s number.

she couldn’t remember max’s, despite being his sister, and yet she knew vinnie’s like the back of her hand. all those nights that she read those familiar digits and just wishing that she could have the courage to call him.

she silently prayed that he’d pick up, but he didn’t.

“your call has been forwarded to an aut—“

“fuck.” she huffed, realizing that he wouldn’t answer since it wasn’t a number he recognized. the blonde boy snapped the phone out of her hands, clearly annoyed as he walked away.

what the fuck do i do now?

“hey, wait!” she watched the two guys walk faster before the skated out of her view.

“fuck.”

she didn’t know what to do and her brain was so fried from studying that she didn’t have the power to move. she remembered the boys talking about going to the skate park and hoped that they hadn’t gone yet.

maybe if i just wait here, they will come..

i’ll just wait for a few minutes.

dropping to the side of a half pipe, she clutched her purse to her chest and sat cris-cross, her eyes closing ever so slightly from the fatigue before the sleepiness consumed her.

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max and vinnie arrived an hour later at the airbnb, throwing their stuff on the counter and beginning to raid whatever food they could find in the fridge.

“y/n, we’re back!” vinnie heard max call out as he went to town on the leftovers he found, hungrier than ever.

“she’s not here.”

“huh?” vinnie asked, his chewing paused and his body gone still.

“she isn’t here and her phone is here.”

“shit.” vinnie sighed, trying his best to conceal the panic that was rising into his body. “well where do you think she’d be?!”

he looked at max before the two of them realized.

“i’ll get her.”

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there she was, her hair sprawled out against the ground and her graphic tee shirt tucked into her jeans. her mouth was left open slightly and small snores left her body.

she’s sleeping.

the boy felt bad yet was amused by her state. being unconscious in the middle of a foreign country is not the safest thing for a girl like her to do.

“y/n?” he whispered, leaning down so his necklace swung. “hey.”

she woke up to the soft shaking on her shoulders, opening her eyes and feeling the hard surface beneath her, pressed against her cheek.

“vinnie?”

“yeah, i’m here. you really need to be supervised at all time you know?” he smiled. her eyes were half open and she was fading in and out of sleepiness.

“i’m tired.”

“yeah, me too y/n. let’s go.” he held onto her hand, lifting her up so she was standing. the girl wasn’t ready for his next move as he swiftly picked her up and carried her bridal style back to the car. his small grunts and footsteps were music to her ears in that moment.

peeling open her eyes, she looked up at him. “so pretty,” she murmured. her eyes danced over his appearance and the boy tried to hide his blush. before he could reply, the girl was knocked out in his arms.

now vinnie knew.

COME JOIN THE SLUMBER PARTY!

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kaminocasey · 2 years

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On His Knees

Summary: You go undercover in a club. Rex can't take his eyes off of you in this dress.

Pairing: Captain Rex x F Jedi!Reader

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI; Public/Back Alley Sex, Exhibitionism, Oral (F Receiving), Cum eating

WC: 1.8K

“Remind me again why I’m doing this?” You ask, walking around the club, wearing the dress that Anakin picked out and Obi-Wan very much disapproved of.

“Because Ahsoka is way too young to be doing this.” You hear Obi-Wan in your earpiece.

You are posing as a girl trying to get the attention of a dangerous crime boss, Lir Berut who has ties to Dooku. It was Anakin’s idea, of course, for you to use your “sexuality” to distract him long enough for Rex to come in and grab him.

Anakin’s exact words were “Hey, you have boobs, right?” And your response was to roll your eyes at him and tell him you didn’t want part of any more of his missions after the last time where he almost got you killed trying to take down Grievous.

Unfortunately, Rex piped in and said they could really use your help. You’ve never been able to say no to Rex.

Your dress was a long sleeve, deep v-cut, emerald silk dress that came to your mid thigh. You had gold heels to match, and you knew you looked good but you still felt incredibly exposed.

“Rex should be there in just a moment.” Anakin says.

Rex was supposed to be carrying your lightsabers. You finally see him come in and you make eye contact right away. His eyes go wide and you feel yourself go warm in the face.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, Captain?” You tease, knowing he can hear you in his earpiece as you take a sip of your drink.

“Nothing, ma’am.” Rex smirks, walking near you, brushing his finger just at the end of your dress at the back of your thighs.

“Focus, please.” Obi-Wan chastises you.

Rex was teasing you. You take a deep breath, trying not to get worked up over the clone you’d been harboring feelings for for at least a year. You were almost certain he felt the same way from the way you’d always find little ways to touch each other. Like he did just now.

“So when is Berut supposed to be here?” You ask, distracted.

You needed to focus and you knew it. Anakin would never forgive you if you let this guy get away because you were flirting with his captain.

“Now.” Obi-Wan says as you look to the door.

Berut walks in with his cane.

“That cane has a sword in it.” Obi-Wan warns you.

“We call those swanes.” You joke.

“No we do not. That was terrible.” Anakin groans. You can practically hear the eye roll.

You hear Rex chuckle as you walk by him again, winking at him.

“I’m about to make a move.” You tell them, walking over to Berut.

You can see Rex watching your every single move, suddenly rigid. Like he’s nervous.

“Hi. Mind if I sit?” You fake smile.

“Not at all.” Berut purrs.

Gag.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” Berut asks you, trailing a finger down your arm.

“Lex.” You lie.

“Nice to meet you, Lex.” He grins, whistling for the waitress to come over.

She scurries over. “Mr. Berut, what can I get you?” She smiles.

Berut tells her to bring the two of you shots and she nods and walks away, swiftly.

“What are you doing in a place like this?” He asks you.

“I could ask you the same thing.” You fake tease him, tilting his chin toward you.

“Oh, just meeting an… associate.” He purrs, pulling you into his lap.

“Are you kidding me?” You hear Rex in your ear.

“Rex.” Obi-Wan warns him.

“What a slimeball.” Rex spits.

Someone was jealous. You can’t help but smile.

“You will tell me where Count Dooku is.” You use the force to convince Berut.

“Serenno.” Berut tells you, putting up no fight.

Weak minded fool, you think to yourself.

“Thank you.” You boop him on the nose and scoot off his lap.

You don’t see Rex anywhere but you sense him. You go out the doors into the alley, finding him pacing with his fists clenching and unclenching.

You put a hand on his shoulder. “Rex.”

He softens under your touch and turns to you. You can feel all the tension leave his body.

”I’m.. I’m so sorry.” He murmurs, looking down into your eyes. “That was uncalled for on my part, cyare- Commander.”

You smile warmly up at him and cup his face as he looks down at your lips. You could always sense the desire in him. You want this too. You hope that the look you’re giving him conveys that. You turn off your ear piece and he turns off his.

“Rex.” You finally sigh and he understands, pulling you into his arms and finally crushing his lips to yours.

The want and need in your body sets ablaze as he wraps his arms around you firmly. You feel like you’re floating. So much has led up to this moment. Every look, every touch, every word.

He backs you up to the brick wall and you lift your leg to settle on his hip. He happily grabs it, keeping it there. He presses his clothed length against your warmth and you whimper against his lips. You needed him right now.

“Can I?” He whispers.

“Please.” You beg.

He smiles into the kiss and hikes your dress up around your hips. He wastes no time in pulling his length out and lining it up with your entrance, knowing that this could end at any second.

“I went insane with jealousy when I saw that slimeball pull you into his lap.” He pushes into you with a filthy groan. “No man deserves this perfect pussy in his lap.”

You whimper softly. You weren’t expecting him to be so big. Not that you’re complaining.

“Maker, you feel so divine.” He murmurs against your neck, kissing you just under your ear as he starts thrusting slowly. “I knew you would.”

“Maker, Rex.” You moan, loudly.

He drags his cock deliciously in and out of you. You never want this moment to end. You never want to be away from this man.

The cool Coruscant night air is a bit of a change from the stuffy air inside the club. You feel your nipples go hard. When Rex looks down, he definitely notices. He pulls your dress aside, running his hand over your breast and groping you softly. He takes your nipple in his mouth and he moans around your breast, biting you lightly.

“I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you, cyare. You looked so effortless on that battlefield… I was in love… Still am.” He whispers when he pulls his mouth off of your breast..

Your breath hitches in your throat and you look up at him with adoring eyes. “You are?”

“I am. How could I not be?” He smirks.

His grip on your ass cheek tightens and you grind your dripping cunt against him for friction.

“Don’t worry, love. I’m gonna let you cum.” He promises.

He starts pumping his cock in and out of you faster, making you become a babbling mess, unable to form a coherent thought. You never dreamt you’d get to feel him inside of you.

When Rex comes inside of you, he fills you up so fully that you can feel his cum dripping down your legs immediately. His broken moans are so beautiful in your ears.

He shocks you when he sinks down to his knees.

“Oh…” Your mouth goes slack and you can’t take his eyes off of him.

He dives his face into your dripping pussy, obviously not caring that he just filled you up a moment ago. It’s such a pretty sight to see the captain on his knees just for you.

“Hurry…” You can sense Obi-Wan and Anakin somewhere near you.

Rex accepts the challenge and licks you clean, including your thighs and your knees wobble. To solve your balance problem, he picks you up, letting your thighs rest over his shoulders. It should make you nervous, but you surprisingly feel at ease.

“Taste so good, mesh’la.” He groans into your cunt, his eyes rolling back in his head.

You whimper above him, still unable to tear your eyes away at the beautiful captain below you.

“Wanna cum on your face, Captain.” You whisper.

He moans again and reaches a hand over your thigh so he can rub your clit while eating you out like the world could end any second. Though, you suppose as the captain of an army, it could…

You feel your orgasm approaching quickly and you rest your head against the bricks, moaning loudly, unable to care if someone hears.

Rex replaces his fingers on your clit with his tongue, sucking hard and slipping his long, slender fingers in you, thrusting perfectly. You feel your body go hot and your breath hitches, making you whine loudly, grabbing his head for leverage.

You cum moaning Rex’s name louder than you mean to but he groans into your cunt, just as loud as you. It takes you a moment to realize he came again.

You look down at the ground, seeing his release on the pavement.

“You… uh…” You pant with a breathless laugh.

“Yeah, couldn’t help myself.” He chuckles, setting your legs down, but standing up so that he can help keep you upright. “You told me you wanted to finish on my face and I almost finished in my pants again.”

You fix your dress and your hair and look up at Rex, still wanting more of him. He kisses you again, catching your tongue with his, holding your face with his hands. You’re completely breathless when he pulls away.

He steps away, still smiling at you like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen and you suddenly feel like it. His smile is that powerful.

“We can’t tell anyone.” You whisper, coming back to reality.

“No.” He agrees, looking down the alley.

You start walking down the alley at the same time that Anakin and Obi-Wan come walking around the corner.

“Where have you two been?” Anakin asks, suspiciously.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him, teasingly.

“We would, actually.” Obi-Wan sighs.

“I had to go to the bathroom around the corner.” You lie. “Went out the backdoor and couldn’t get back in.”

“And your comms?” Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna let you listen in on me peeing.” You shrug, walking ahead of the group.

“Rex?” Anakin asks.

You look back at the Captain nervously, knowing Rex was a terrible liar.

“I didn’t want to share the commander’s business.” He tells Anakin, apologetically.

Anakin gives you his ‘I’m not buying it’ look and you shrug, smiling. You and Rex would just have to work on his lying.

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existslikepristin · 2 years

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It has been too long since I've posted an actual story, so I got super impatient and am posting this with no editing. Please forgive the low quali— holy shit this was supposed to be a quickie…

Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Lovelyz, Pixy, Weki Meki, Sujeong, Sua, Rina, Male reader, A FUCKIN FOURSOME, it's a damn free-for-all, blowjobboes, butt stuffoes, eating cum out of pussoes, something more, if you figure out the title no you didn't, pretending to be in multiple simultaneous relationships you aren't in, weird plot stuff, don't be scared you love it

Bare Attack

Thank fuck you live so close to this place. You can get home before your coffee cools off and enjoy your work-from-home day with the top tier flavor of The Lounge fresh on your tongue.

You make your way through the door and onto the street, where the morning sun warms you a bit less quickly, but more completely than your eco-friendly mug. And wouldn't you know it, you see three idols coming your way, in the midst of conversation. How… serendipitous and convenient to your story or whatever.

"Please? You're so good at it!"

"We've never asked you for a favor before."

Sujeong is tailed by two other girls you're a little less familiar with. You at least remember their names are Sua (looks like she's still blonde) and Rina (her hair is a lot longer than you recall). All three are dressed snugly in thick coats, as is fitting for walks in the brisk winter morning air. Sujeong carries a close-eyed look of dismissive pride, dark hair in a high ponytail, smirking and shrugging.

"Yeah, why not show us on him?" Sua points at you, and Sujeong opens her eyes. She freezes in place, which is odd because it's not that cold.

You wave. Sujeong flinches and poses like she's ready to turn around and run.

"Uh, Sujeong?" Rina asks, looking from her to you and back, "You good?"

After a moment of hesitation, Sujeong slowly pulls out of her flight stance and waves back at you. "Heeey. How's it going?"

You wave again. Shit, that was awkward. You didn't need to do that. "Pretty good. How about you? Rina, and… Sua, right?"

Sua's eyes scan you and she opens her mouth in the way people do when they remember your face but not your name. "Yyyup! Doing good! It's a good morning."

You pause for her to say something else. When she doesn't, you remind her of your name. She smacks her forehead. "Oh! Duh! Sorry. It's been a minute eh?"

"Haha. Yeah, it has."

Sujeong cuts in before you can address Rina. "You don't remember me?"

You blink. "What? No, I remember you Sujeong. We hung out just like five months ago. Board game night with Ryujin and Chel." Maybe it was more than five months ago. Oops. What was it? Seven months? Seven for some, five for others. Well, five and a half to seven and a half. Yeah, that's it.

"With Ryujin and Chaeryeong? Not… with…" Sujeong is clearly trying to get more out of you, but you can't figure it out.

"I was on set on the Obliviate video too... Went to dinner with you and Kei..."

Honestly, does she think you don't remember the salmon filet? It was fucking delicious.

"And that's it?"

"Um… yeah I think so…"

Sua butts in. "Are you two fuck buddies or not?"

Rina blushes furiously. Sujeong's eyes grow huge. You raise an eyebrow. Sua shrugs. "What? It'd be helpful to know."

You look at Sujeong. She's staring at you like a deer in the headlights. It's not that you hadn’t ever thought about Sujeong like that before. She's hot as hell. You've even felt slightly… compelled? Is that the right word? No time to think about it. She looks super hecking embarrassed. You can practically see the beads of sweat forming on her brow.

"Nnno," you say, waving the question away, "It's not like that."

There's a strange release of tension in the air, but then Rina squints, dips her head forward, and speaks through gritted teeth. "Dooo you want to be?"

Your eyes meet Sujeong's. She looks like any second now, she'll turn into the Sweating Jordan Peele meme.

** ** **

Well, you're home. You're comfortably seated on your couch. You have your coffee. It's still hot.

But it seems work is going to have to wait.

Sujeong is between your legs, kneeling on the floor. She, you, and Rina and Sua, who are now seated on either side of you, have shed your coats. And your pants. And your shirts. Really just all of your clothes, except Rina who left her socks on because she said she was chilly. She's got a decorative throw blanket thing wrapped around her shoulders for the same reason.

"When you asked if we wanted to be fuck buddies," you reiterate, "I didn't know you meant to include yourself and Sua."

Rina blushes and tightens the throw around her arms. "I didn't, um, mean we would be friends with benefits. Unless, uh…"

Sua pops up to her knees and presses her chest against your shoulder. Her eyes are wide, hungry. She bites her lip before and after each sentence. "Oh that's okay. If you don’t want more fuck buddies, I can be your girlfriend!"

You laugh and rub your elbow on her shockingly solid abs. "Suuure, sure. Ten minute girlfriend, right."

She laughs too, kissing your temple and wiggling her breasts against you.

"You're not really his girlfriend, Sua." Sujeong shoots down Sua's fun. That's strange. She's normally more cheerful. Maybe it's something you did. You remember washing yourself properly before you left for The Lounge. Your dick can't smell that bad, right? Great. Now you're thinking about it. Self-conscious with a super hot naked idol's face mere centimeters away from your cock.

Sua pouts and sits back on her heels. It's adorable, frankly. You pat her on the head. "No, let's go with it. Seems fun!"

She smirks and cuddles you again. "I agree. I'm your girlfriend for the day. Sujeong is your fuck buddy. How about Rina?"

You skip over Sujeong's grimace to look at Rina. She shrinks into the throw. "I-I’m okay with being a fuck buddy too."

Sua whines and love taps Rina's arm. "Oh come on. You write sexy novels! You can think of something!"

You raise an eyebrow. Rina writes what now?

Rina's blush intensifies. "S-Sua! Don't t-tell..."

"It's okay," you say, "I heard nothing."

"Heard nothing the same way you don't remember me, right?"

You and the other current couch dwellers look down at Sujeong. Her emotions are showing all over her face, but you have no idea what emotions they're supposed to be. Confusion, concern, consternation, condescension? What the hell is she talking about? "Sujeong, I, uh, definitely remember you. Are you okay?"

Sujeong's eyes flick back and forth between the three of you. She scoffs. "Yeah. Yeah! I'm totally fine. Why wouldn't I be? I've got this nice, juicy cock here to… um…" She suddenly engulfs your dick with her lips, taking you halfway down in an instant. Sure, it's very weird, but the sensation is fantastic and you sure aren't going to stop her. You'll get an explanation later when you're seeing fewer stars. Probably.

"Sooo," Sua asks, "Whatcha gonna be, Rina?"

You tear your eyes from the blowjob to see what Rina thinks. You watch her stare, beet red, at the fellatio for several seconds before she tears her eyes away too. "Right! Oh. I can… be… your… wife…?"

You're about to comment on the lack of legal representation available in the moment that can make that happen, but Sua speaks first. "Oooh, that's so cute! Awesome! Thanks for sharing your husband with us today, wifey."

Rina shoots her gaze down to her socks. She looks thoroughly embarrassed now. You wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her into a side hug. "She's right! It's cute. I got a new friend with benefits today, then a girlfriend. Never expected I'd get married too."

Her shoulders bounce under your arm a little as she chuckles. "Yeah. Same. Um, how's the blowjob, h-honey?"

"It's excellent. Thanks for inviting my fuck buddy over, sweetheart."

Rina covers her mouth to contain a snort. She looks at you out of the corner of her eye and the ends of her lips rise.

"Hey! Girlie friend over here deserves a cute nickname too, eh?" Sua shakes your shoulder.

You laugh and capture her under your other arm, the more you feel of her, the more impressed you are with how strong she seems to be.

"Of course, babe."

You'd say more, but she squeals and jerks forward to give you a thorough taste of her raspberry chapstick. And with that, it seems that the foursome is beginning in earnest. Sujeong takes your breath away metaphorically with the blowjob, Sua takes your breath away literally with the kiss, and Rina takes your hand underneath the blanket to sit on.

Your fingers get to work automatically on Rina, inching as far into her as they can get while restricted by her weight. She bites her lip and shudders, grinding down against them, which is cute but ultimately unhelpful. Not that you currently mind.

Speaking of minds, Sujeong is blowing yours. And your dick, but you've been over that and you're sure you got the point. For someone acting so strangely, she's putting in a truly Herculean effort down there. You don't even have to break away from Sua to picture what Sujeong is doing. In fact, it's very clear in your mind's eye. Suspiciously clear. The way she tilts her head side to side, the way her tongue curls around you, the way Rina leans in for a closer look and strokes Sujeong's hair, and the way Sujeong strokes herself up and down with her fingertips. With your eyes open, you see Sua's enthusiastic face, panting every dozen seconds when you both take a moment for air. But when your eyes are closed, it's like you're watching a porn, camera circling around the action, with Sujeong as the main star.

You're snapped out of it by your wife's shifting. Rina gets up her knees like Sua, but dips down, giving the bottom half of your cock a short lick. Sujeong wordlessly backs off, letting Rina take over entirely. Again, your dick is engulfed, but from a different angle.

Rina is much more timid, but no less physically sensational. She's subtler, trailing her tongue along the side and lightly peppering your cock with kisses, seasoning you to perfection. You're moderately disappointed that she still has the blanket on, because with the way it sticks up behind her you're sure you're missing out on a wonderful sight. Nothing wrong with seeing by touch though.

Having a hand under the throw already got you acquainted with Rina's burning hot core, so you explore her shell. For how thin she is, she's got incredibly soft curves. The expanse of her back is like a warm, silken sheet. Small waves crest and fall along it as she engages her whole body in your pleasure.

The romance of Rina's performance is undercut by Sujeong climbing over the top of her (shoving her further down your dick in the process, resulting in a muffled "hurg" noise), pulling your face away from Sua, and staring into your eyes. It's a hell of an intense glare, like she's trying to find Waldo in your skull.

Simultaneously, you and Sua say, "Um."

Sujeong slowly backs away without a word. The suspicious look on her face shifts to a softer expression the further away she gets.

Rina pushes herself off your dick with a gasp and a cough. "Sujeong! What the fuck?!"

"Sorry Rina. I just had to be sure."

"Sure of what?!"

The last of Sujeong's glare fades and she smiles with her eyes. Suddenly, she looks like the same girl you played Betrayal at the Mansion on the Mountain with. "Nothing! It's fine. Super good blowjob by the way! You're doing great!"

Glancing at Sua, she seems as unsure as you are about how to proceed. Thankfully it seems Rina is undeterred.

"Thanks… I guess?" she says before dipping down again to hesitantly wrap her lips around your tip.

This time, Sujeong doesn't do anything weird (in the context of group sex). Instead, she runs her fingers through Rina's hair and licks around the base of your shaft. You can't quite tell from above, but as Rina continues to hesitate, you think she may still be giving Sujeong some side eye. You hope nothing else unusual will happen for the remainder of the foursome.

Sua doesn't give you any more time to think about it. She stands up and plants one foot on either side of you and crouches just enough to touch her clit to your lips. The message is brutally clear, so you open and re-close your mouth over her pussy, getting an immediate taste of her enjoyment and flicking your tongue out for more. You can appreciate the positioning too. Sua has to flex slightly to hold herself in place, so you can look up at her bitten lip through the valley of hard abs and cute tits.

Again, the third person vision of what's happening around your dick comes into focus every time you shut your eyes. Sujeong guides your cock with her fingertips into Rina's mouth and back to hers. Each swap is accompanied by a quick, perhaps apologetic kiss between them. Rina tends to use her lips more, rubbing and twisting. Sujeong uses her tongue more, swirling and pulling. The rhythm is uneven, but hypnotic nonetheless. It helps that you're still physically feeling it and not just watching, and Sua’s wetness is like alcohol, dulling your higher thought processes while leaving sensation and instinct intact.

Sujeong gently lifts Rina back to an upright kneel. You continue to watch the movie with Sua's clit as your popcorn. Rina watches too, as Sujeong straddles your lap and rolls her hips in exactly the right way to capture your dick in her pussy with practically no effort. Your hands are drawn to her slim waist, and you squeeze unconsciously but noticeably.

Her body is curvaceous, honed, incredible, just like the way she moves. It's like she was drawn by a pinup artist and studied as a porn star's apprentice before completing her masterwork and this analogy is too long. She bounces and grinds at the same time. Her legs are a mechanical and visual marvel. As are her feet (you're sure that they'll come up when Yerin finishes telling you her story about the Feet the Good Feet rally, but it's nice to be "seeing" them for yourself)!

For just a moment, you open your eyes again. Sua's face is contorting in beautiful agony and her abs wave as she takes shallower and shallower breaths. And then, her eyes shoot open. Her thighs tense. Sujeong's chin touches yours. You don't have to close your eyes to confirm that Sua is being treated to a double oral performance.

Your eyes are drawn shut again, compelled to watch as your brunch partner digs into her half of the meal. You may have some sort of omnivision right now, but you still can't see the lower half of Sujeong's face through Sua's ass cheeks.

Sua's orgasm comes out of nowhere. Your blood pressure goes up while her thighs smash your face. Thankfully there are three people to hold her upright, since her falling over with your head in a vice grip would presumably be a bad time.

"Fuck!" She squeaks.

Once you're allowed to breathe air again, Sua panting in a heap next to you, you're treated to a heated make out with Sujeong and Rina. They pull you back and forth, sharing your lips and tongue between them. Your cock still belongs entirely to and inside Sujeong though.

"How you feeling so far?" Sujeong asks without skipping a beat on your lap.

"Not bad," you say with what you hope is a cool smirk.

Rina frowns. "Not bad? But Sujeong is…" She hesitates, but continues before you can question it. "Really good at this!"

Can't argue with the facts. Not that you have a reason to. You hiss between Sujeong's thrusts. "Yeah, I'm just being facetious."

Sujeong puts a hand on Rina's cheek, drawing her into a brief kiss. "You're so cute. Would you please eat his cum out of me?"

The very slight offense you feel over the maybe-inadvertent comment on your stamina is not enough to change the fact that you definitely feel your orgasm coming. And Rina begging Sujeong for your cum doesn't help.

"Yes, please! I would love to eat all of his cum out of you! Please let me…" She slows down, you assume because she realized it might take a moment longer to actually happen. "Um. Please? I'll slurp it out... of… your deliciou—”

Sujeong yanks her in again, tying up her tongue with something other than words. Rina submits and shuts up immediately, thoroughly entranced. Not to be outdone by Sujeong (because you suddenly, distinctly recall the way she betrayed your trust when she fed you to a nightmare just because she wanted your spear card, not that you’re going to remind her of that indignity), you pull Rina closer to you by the hips and wrap your arm around her underneath the blanket, feeling more of her and dipping your fingers inside her.

Warmth surrounds you as Rina swings the blanket around you. You get the tiniest glimpse of her petite body before you’re enveloped in darkness and met with her oh holy shit you’re cumming.

Just like the way Sua’s orgasm struck without warning, yours does too. It’s like your mind goes entirely blank. Less like bliss and more like you’re gone, literally. Like you go somewhere else to masturbate off-screen. And when you come back, you’ve cum deep inside of Sujeong and the pleasure you’d normally have felt during the earthquake instead hits you a moment later as a tsunami. You still can’t breathe underwater.

Sujeong falls off of you and drapes over Sua. Rina dives for her thighs, but is blocked by Sujeong’s hand.

“You want this cum?” Sujeong’s voice drips something viscous… and white.

“Mhm!” Rina hums back.

“Will you take his cock in your ass first, please?”

You blink. Did you just hear what you think you heard or are you still in that weird void state?

No. No you definitely heard that right. Or you and Rina just hallucinated the same sentence, because she maneuvers around to your front, facing away, and drops the blanket. Before you can even mentally comment on her figure, she guides your cock into her ass.

You drop your head back against the couch. This is just one of those very good mornings, apparently. Both in the sense that you're having a foursome, which is pretty cool in and of itself, and because your cock seems adamant to become any less adamantine. Maybe it has something to do with your out-of-body orgasmic experience.

Rina’s voice isn’t a whisper, but it’s very breathy, like she’s trying to speak through a wistful sigh. “Oh fuck. It already feels so good in my butt.” And she’s right. “[Your dick] feels so good in [her] butt.” Unless of course she’s implying the way that she feels, not you, but you’re not her dialogue editor so you decide to leave it up to interpretation.

You already got a head start on feeling her up, but now that it’s combined with a visual medium, you can’t help yourself. Your hands travel up and down her body, not in any sort of attempt to assist her clumsy bounces, but just to admire and physically experience the intimacy she radiates. The way her ass grips and yet glides on you is merely a bonus. She seems to have a similar idea, putting her hands on your knees initially for balance, but shortly transitioning to padding them up and down your thighs when she hits her stride.

“Do you work out?” she asks in that same, breathy way.

“Not exactly by choice, but yeah,” you respond through clenched teeth, trying not to shout “fuck” every time her ass cheeks tap your legs.

“Can I join?” Sua chimes in. Seems she’s recovered from her double oralgasm.

“I mean, it’s a personal, private gym I go to, but I could totally ask.”

Sua giggles. “No, silly, I meant what you’re doing right now. The sex.”

Interesting point she brings up. How exactly does foursome etiquette work? Is one allowed to simply exit and rejoin at any given moment? Assuming so, does the event still count as a foursome in the interim?

Rina takes the initiative while you question your knowledge base and rearranges herself, going from standing in front of you to planting her feet on the couch on either side of you. “Here?” she asks.

Sua gets between her (and your) legs, standing over the two of you and leaning down, taking Rina’s chin in her hands. The pervert in you (which is just you) wants to say, “Now kith,” but it seems that was Sua’s plan all along. She closes the gap and kithes—kisses—Rina deeply, pressing her onto you with considerable force.

It doesn’t take long for the pressure to subside though. Sua crawls down Rina’s body, kithing—kissing—along the way. She slows to suck and grope at Rina’s tits, but only stops when she’s got her face pressed against Rina’s pussy.

“Yes! Just like that, Sua, yes!” Rina slows down her pumping significantly, likely to avoid giving Sua a bloody nose, which is admittedly a pretty good reason. Her ass clenches around you in an off-kilter rhythmic way, probably matching the pattern of whatever Sua happens to be doing with her tongue. You get a view of the action when Rina reaches an arm back around your neck. Her nails rake your upper arm.

“Is it nice for you too?” she asks, sounding a little more out-of-breath than intentionally breathy now. Of course, the question clears up her prior grammatical snafu, but really, she shouldn't have made the initial sentence so ambiguous.

You pull her head down and strain your way up to meet her. Her mouth tastes like raspberries. Whether it’s residual from making out with Sua or they shared some chapstick in the moments before everyone undressed, you may never know.

"It's great. Thanks for asking, honey." You're physically rocked by the shivers that run through Rina's spine as soon as you use the very appropriate pet name. And you get another similar reaction when you reach around with both hands to cup her fun-size boobs.

Next to you, Sujeong stands up and grins. "Aw, look at you. You make such a good couple...s. Couples? Trio? Menage? I know there's a word."

She steps over Rina, straddling the two of you with her exceptionally long legs, one hand still pressed between her legs. "Come on now, cutie. Say 'Ah.'"

As there was already plenty of cum eating talk, not even all that long ago, and preceding your orgasm, you feel slightly cheated out of the shock of seeing Rina open her mouth to accept your cum straight from the twat-tap when it could have been foreshadowed so much more subtly. They could have "shared a knowing look" or… something. Rina surely could have done better.

Not that it matters once you're enraptured by your cum flowing from Sujeong's pussy to Rina's tongue. The ways Sujeong curls her fingers into Rina's hair, Rina swallows like a connoisseur, and Sua’s tongue keeps catching the base of your cock are starting to overwhelm you. You've been in the center of some wild scenarios, ranging from a public threesome to backstage sex to an actual Christmas carol-themed orgy, all with some of the world's most desired people. Through all of that, you've kept your cool (technically, and don't ask Eunbin to confirm that), but for the briefest moment, here, pinned underneath three idols you have mostly only had passing interactions with, pretending to have more developed relationships, dick in one of their butts, on your own couch, you feel a pin prick of subtle panic at the back of your mind.

But immediately after you feel it, it fades. It seems that your fuck buddy, girlfriend, and wife all missed your confused expression.

Sujeong steps off and slumps down next to you when nothing is left to drip from between her legs. She brings you back to your proper senses with a kiss at the corner of your mouth. You hadn’t realized that you'd lost so much focus as to barely register the intermittent pressure of Rina's ass pumping.

"Throuple, I think," Sujeong whispers, running a hand over your shoulder.

You blink. "What?"

She smiles. "I think 'throuple' is the word I was looking for. It's like 'couple' but with three people. Like a polyamory thing. Or 'triad,' but I'm not an expert. I don't know which is more app---"

"C-cumming." Rina interrupts. "I'm… I'm…"

True to the words she seems incapable of organizing into a proper structure, Rina reaches her peak. She wraps her hands over yours and squeezes down on her tits. Her eyes scrunch up and her tongue peeks out from between her lips in one of the most adorkable orgasmic expressions you've ever witnessed.

A solid thirty seconds of stillness later, Rina goes limp, feet sliding off the couch and hanging to either side of yours. She's already dead weight on your lap and chest, but is pressed even harder against you by Sua's body colliding against hers. Rina's butt tightens around your dick.

Sujeong speaks softly, but close enough to your ear that you can hear her over the sounds of vigorous post-orgasm make outs. "Not to be a party pooper, but I've got a shoot to get to. I wouldn't feel bad if the three of you kept going without me though, just saying."

And without waiting for anybody to reply, she stands up and gets dressed.

There was something you wanted to ask her though. It's on the tip of your tongue. Maybe it's got something to do with Rina continuing to grind her asshole on your dick. Maybe it's Sua's needy moans. Maybe you're distracted by Sujeong’s killer body. What the fuck were you going to ask?

Rina moans back. She's getting needy too. Her arms constrict Sua in closer, pinning your hands between their breasts. They're both so soft. You could stay that way forever. Right? Couldn't you? Won't you?

You can feel Sua's fingers on the opposite side of Rina's inner walls against your dick. Rina clenches down on you like she's expecting another orgasm from the fingering. Sujeong is smiling at the whole affair, zipping up her coat. Are you going to cum? You probably could. You could cum again and again and again. It doesn’t matter so much where. Rina's ass. Sua's. Their pussies, their mouths, their feet, their faces, their tits, their hands. They could collect pools of it just to lick it up. They could swap it back and forth between them while you build up to the next load. Sujeong is walking to the door. They could please you. Forever. Do you want another blowjob?

"Sujeong! Hold up!" Your sudden shout startles Sujeong, if the way she jumps is any indication. Sua and Rina are far too engrossed in devouring each other's faces to have noticed.

"Uh. Yeah?"

"What were you supposed to show them, 'on me?'"

Sujeong blushes and breaks eye contact. "Just, um, my blowjob technique."

"Is that it?" you ask, doing your best to ignore the gyrating women on top of you.

"Yeah, totally. I was bragging about it in a group chat and, yeah."

Silence (besides the gasping and moaning).

"Ummm, yeah. So like." Sujeong rubs her neck. "Ask them if they liked my blowjob technique for me? Go ahead and text me what they think. You have my number, right?"

You nod. "Sure. Yeah, I'll ask."

Sujeong grins. It looks fake. "Cool, thanks. I'll see you again soon, kay? Tell the girls I said they're hot as hell, and, um, bye!"

She's out the door. The brief, cold draft generated by the door may be what snaps Sua and Rina out of their fervor. Sua backs off and Rina partially follows, releasing the pressure from your chest. You weren't exactly dying for air, but a full breath is very refreshing, and any worries you may have just had drift away. Worries? You had worries? What would there be to worry about?

Sua strokes your balls with the tips of her fingers, though not especially gently. Based on the reaction, she must be doing something similarly rough to Rina too. You laugh and give her a light swat on the arm.

"You have to work soon, right, babe?" Sua asks, already pouting without even having an answer. "Think we could stick around for a bit longer if your wife makes us some lunch?"

"W-what?!" Rina whines. "Me?"

"No. His real wife."

Rina's face drains of color. She slowly turns to stare at you. "You're… you're actually married?"

You smirk and shrug. Immediately, Rina leaps off of your lap and dives underneath the discarded blanket again. Her voice comes out muffled. "Shit! I'm sorry! This is m-my fault! I'm sorry!"

It seems she's taking a lot more of the blame than is really her share, if there were blame to go around in the first place, so once you and Sua get the last of your giggles out at her expense, you lift one of the blanket corners. "I'm kidding. I'm not married. Well, except to you."

Rina peeks out from the blanket. "Don't freak me out like that."

More giggles. You stand up from the couch for what feels like the first time in an eternity and stretch your legs. "Well, if you do want to stick around for lunch, I'm definitely hungry, and I can take care of—"

Sua wraps her fingers around your still-hard shaft, staring up at you with enormous eyes. "If we can stay… does that mean it's my turn for butt stuff?"

You sigh with a smile. You've got a feeling that it'll take a while to get your work done.

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Tangling with the Lifeguard (Pool Party Sett/Reader)

The Pool Party Sett story is done! I’ve gone with a beach!AU sort of setting where league races exist in a modern-day beach sort of place. Also sorry to any MF or Syndra mains, they don’t really come out the best in this xD Hope you enjoy, and as always, there is a smut warning for the end!

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The sun was shining high in the sky, crystalline waters lapping against the shore as beachgoers took advantage of the perfect summer day. Taking in the scene from your place in the shade of a tree on the border between the beach and parking lot, you let a smile grace your lips as you mused on just how much this place seemed to not change, even after so many years.

The last time you had set foot on this beach, you had been twelve years old, full of excitement and unaware of the harsh realities of the adult world. Your parents had brought you here for that summer, now thirteen years ago, the beautiful beach an unforgettable experience. You had left after that summer with treasured memories, and a new friend, that same friend the very reason why you had returned to Port Navori beach after so long.

Taliyah had been the same age as you, with fairly lax parents who let her roam the beach by herself, even as the small twelve-year-old she had been. You had bonded instantly, spending almost every day together, and keeping in touch through letters, and later emails and text messages.

You had long said that you had wanted to come back and visit the lively beach town, but the timing hadn’t been right, not until this year.

You were done all your schooling, and had quit your high-stress, low-pay job, and as Taliyah had said on your last phone call, you had no reason not to visit. Her parents had been travelling the world since they retired, so you would have her house all to yourselves.

In your absence, Taliyah had become a fairly accomplished surfer in the local scene, working at an ice cream shop on the beach to support her expensive pursuits. She had been so insistent that you couldn’t find yourself able to refuse her offer; work in the ice cream shop with her in the day, and then spend the rest of your time catching up with each other. You had missed your friend dearly, and had accepted the offer without a second thought.

And now here you were, waiting at the beach’s edge for Taliyah to show up. She had told you to dress for the beach, sounding casual as was her usual, so you had worn a swimsuit with a short, flowy shoulderless dress on overtop. Unwilling to look like a lobster by day’s end, you had carefully layered yourself with sunscreen, and now all you needed was for your friend to get here already. Just when you were about to get out your phone to text her, an excited call of your name had you re-stowing the phone in your bag and looking back to see your friend bounding across the parking lot towards you.

Taliyah, dressed in a two-piece water suit and carrying a tropical-flower-print surfboard, came to a stop before you, leaning her surfboard against a tree to free her arms to tackle you in a hug.

“You’re finally here!” she grinned, surprising you with the strength of her hug. “We’re gonna have so much fun!”

“So what’s first?” you asked as you pulled back from the hug.

Taliyah hummed. “I guess I’ll show you the shop.”

You followed her onto the beach, recognizing the small bright blue building from the pictures she had sent you before. Taliyah took you around the back, fishing a key out of her pocket before unlocking the door and leading you into the small room.

There were large tubs of ice cream in the middle of the room, the walls lined with containers of various toppings and machines. On the back wall from you were two windows, glossy menus pasted to the doors that would display out when they were opened. Upon walking closer to the menu signs, you noticed something.

“Hey, it says we open at nine, but it’s ten-thirty…”

“It’s fine,” Taliyah replied with a shrug. “The owners are pretty chill. If anyone complains, I’ll just tell them I had to train the new employee.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. Sometimes you really envied Taliyah’s ability to be so carefree. Her calm energy was a big help for you, having got advice from her on numerous occasions over the years.

Taliyah came over to where you were, eyes flitting boredly to the menu boards before turning her attention back to you. “So I’m thinking we get you taking orders while I make them.”

“Works for me,” you agreed. It certainly sounded easier than figuring out what a poro float was supposed to be. You never knew ice cream stands had such fancy options now, used to the simple menus of ice cream cones and bars back at the shops in your hometown.

You were about to open the order windows when you were stopped by a rustling noise from the back of the store. You turned to see Taliyah digging in a cardboard box in the back corner, pulling out some folded-up fabric that was the same sky blue as the stand.

“Didn’t think you’d get away without an embarrassing uniform, did you?” Taliyah teased, tossing some of her fabric pile your way.

You caught the bundle, unfolding it to find an apron with Poro Palace Frozen Treats in pink bubble letters, little white fuzzy animals dotting the apron. There was an accompanying blue visor hat that looked like something out of a kid’s store. You reluctantly slipped both items of clothing on, looking back to find that Taliyah had done the same.

“Stylish, huh?” she smirked, striking a modelesque pose.

“We look like we work at an amusement park, Tali,” you laughed.

“Feels like it sometimes with all the annoying kids that come by,” she replied. “Okay, you can open it up now.”

Taliyah settled herself down in a chair in front of the section of ice cream tubs, and you reluctantly turned to unlatch and open the windows, unsure of exactly what you were getting yourself into.

The small room lit up with the outside sunlight streaming in from your window to outside, the immediate glare of the sun making you wish you had worn sunglasses.

Almost immediately, the masses were upon you. You noticed a woman with several children in tow who perked up as she laid eyes on you, striding over to you with her children right behind her, pushing each other as they scrambled to be the first one to get over to you.

You heard Taliyah groan behind you. “Get the pen ready. They always have the most annoying orders.”

You rose an eyebrow, but picked up the pen and notepad that sat beside the cash register as the woman came to a stop before you.

“You know, I’ve been waiting for an hour already. You young girls don’t know how hard it is for mothers,” the woman complained, not letting you get a word in edgewise. “Alright, tell her what you want.”

“I want a brownie sundae!” a small boy with blue hair who clearly intended to make full use of his outdoor voice shouted. “But with cotton candy ice cream and pop rocks and I want only blue candies!”

“Uh…” The kid was talking too fast for you to write, but luckily Taliyah had your back, a got it ringing out from behind you.

You weren’t sure how you had managed to get their orders out before they melted, messing up their total several times before Taliyah had to come and help you out. With a last snide look and a fistful of blue napkins, the mother and her little terrors left the stand at last.

“She’s the worst,” Taliyah said, bringing your weary gaze her way as she cleaned off an ice cream scoop. “I accidentally put one red candy in that kid’s sundae once and he screamed until I remade the whole thing!”

You winced. “Feels like we got off easy today.”

“Yeah,” Taliyah agreed. “Helps that they order the same thing every time, so I’ve got some practice.”

“Are they all this bad?” you asked, turning away from the window after seeing no potential customers nearby.

“Not all of them,” she replied with a strained smile. “I swear the heat just brings the jerk out in some of the people here.”

Speaking of jerks… your conversation was interrupted by an impatient-sounding throat clearing noise from behind you. You whirled around to see a redheaded woman with heart-shaped sunglasses and a revealing swimsuit leaning against your counter. She was staring at you like you were gum she had stepped in, flipping some hair over her shoulder when she knew she had your attention.

“Five cherry snowballs,” she said, dropping a few coins on your counter, some of which bounced and hit the floor. “To the red umbrella, thanks ice cream girl.”

Without any further interaction, she turned on her heel and strutted away, hips swinging as she went, leaving you wondering what had just happened.

You slowly turned back to face Taliyah again. “Um, do we usually deliver?”

“Nope,” she answered. “Not to people like that anyways.”

“But…” you protested weakly. You knew Taliyah got away with a lot here, but you didn’t want her to lose her job because some rude girl complained to her bosses. “I’ll just take them over and next time I’ll just say we don’t deliver.”

“Still tempted to put rocks in their snowballs,” Taliyah joked as she set about piling the scoops of red ice.

Soon you had a tray with five cherry syrup-coated piles of shaved ice in little plastic bowls with accompanying little plastic spoons stuck in the side of the dishes.

“I’ll be right back,” you said, heading past Taliyah to the back door, opening it to find yourself back out in the mid-morning heat.

The sand still felt uncomfortably hot underfoot, even with your flip flops on. With how hot it was out, these would have to be delivered as soon as possible to not be a puddle by the time they were eaten. Your only problem was that you had no idea where to go.

The redhead had said that she would be at the red umbrella, but of course nothing at this ice cream stand would be that easy. Standing just outside the hut, you were treated to a veritable rainbow of colored beach umbrellas. You counted at least ten red ones scattered across the beach, none particularly standing out to you. You didn’t have many options, and were forced to go with the most tedious one; checking every red umbrella until you found the girl and her group.

The first umbrella had been a bust, as had the next five. The sixth had led to a sweaty old man who told you that you were just in time to help him sunscreen his back. By the time you had hurriedly fled from that creep, it had been about five minutes of searching, the snowballs on your tray looking considerably droopier than they had been when you had left the shop.

You stared down at the tray of melting treats, unsure of what to do now. Should you go back and have Taliyah remake the snowballs? Try a few more umbrellas and hope you got lucky? You really hadn’t been anticipating this much stress when you had agreed to work here with Taliyah for the summer.

You frowned at the now-more-water-than-ice treats, your decision made. You couldn’t serve these, not as melted as they were. You would go back and help remake them and see if Taliyah had any insight as to which red umbrella was the right one. You turned around to head back to the stand, only to trip on your overheating flip flops and fall forward with a cry.

You had closed your eyes with a flinch as you fell, but opened them with a start as you heard a grunt from right in front of you. Looking up from your position in the burning sand, you felt like your heart was going to stop in your chest.

Standing before you was the most attractive guy you had ever laid eyes on, with fire red hair and a pair of black animal ears that looked soft to the touch. He was dressed in a tight pair of swim shorts, a lightweight red jacket tied around his waist. He had a flower lei around his neck, but that was the only thing that he wore on his top half, his insanely-well-built torso on full display, a torso you realized with horror was currently splattered with red syrup and shaved ice.

You looked from the hot guy to the ground, the sand around you speckled with plastic cups, spoons and napkins, your tray turned upside down in the sand. You slowly risked a gaze back up, only to see the guy staring down at you from behind his pink-tinted sunglasses as a clump of ice fell from his stomach to the sand just in front of your hands.

Embarrassment forced you to spring up, grabbing some stray napkins from the ground and dabbing them against the mess of syrup and ice on the man’s abdomen.

“I’m so sorry, I–” You looked up from your apologizing to see the man silently staring at you, your hand freezing in place as you realized that you were basically feeling this guy up through the napkins, the realization making your cheeks burn with shame and embarrassment.

“I’m really sorry!” you cried out, pulling your hands back. He still hadn’t said anything, and you realized that you couldn’t just stand here like an idiot, your flight instinct kicking in as you reached down to grab your tray before moving around the man and fleeing in the direction of the ice cream stand.

“Hey, wait!”

The man tried to grab your arm as you passed, but you were faster in your embarrassment-fueled retreat, and soon the hot stranger was far behind you. You didn’t stop running until you were back at the shop, the empty sand-logged tray clutched tightly to your chest, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you shut the door, making eye contact with a confused Taliyah.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asked, getting up to approach you when you didn’t respond. “Talk to me. What happened? If that snob said anything to you–”

“No, no, she didn’t,” you replied weakly, sinking to the floor with your back against the door. “I didn’t even get to her.”

“Then what happened?” she pressed, bringing you a glass of water and prying the tray from your hands at last.

She ushered you to your feet and down into her chair, taking a seat on one of the counters. You took a deep breath, taking a sip of the water before recounting the events of the past ten minutes to Taliyah, who listened silently.

“…I didn’t know what to do, so I just ran,” you finished, setting your water down to bury your face in your hands.

“It’s no big deal,” Taliyah replied gently. “Everyone has embarrassed themselves in front of someone. Remember that time I tripped over my board in front of that group of tourists?”

“I covered him in cherry syrup, Tali,” you groaned. “I don’t think I’m cut out for this.”

“It’s your first day,” she stressed. “You’re bound to mess some things up.”

She stood up, returning to the shaved ice machine. “Now how about we remake those snowballs and then I’ll–”

Taliyah had frozen in place, a plastic cup in her hand as she stared straight ahead.

“Tali?” you questioned, standing up. “Are you–”

“That guy you dumped the snowballs on,” she quickly interrupted. “Did he have majorly cut abs and animal ears?”

“Uh, why?” You felt a jolt of fear shoot up your spine as you followed her gaze to see the man from earlier currently approaching the shop, well-defined abdomen now minus the sticky mess you had spilt all over him. “Oh god, it’s him!”

You and Taliyah exchange wide-eyed glances before you dove down out of sight, hiding behind the tubs of ice cream like they were a fortress.

“Please get rid of him!” you begged. “I’ll do whatever you want, I just can’t face him!”

You heard Taliyah sigh. “Fine, but this means you’re coming stone hunting with me tonight.”

You agreed immediately, even if the prospect wasn’t overwhelmingly appealing. Taliyah was always eager to add to her collection of shiny stones, but was so picky that it often took hours to find just one stone that met her standards. But right now you were so desperate that you would have promised her anything just to make the angry hot guy go away.

From your position behind the ice cream tubs, you could only hear Taliyah’s voice clearly, the general noise of the beach preventing you from hearing what the furry-eared man was saying. You wanted to peek out from your hiding spot, but found yourself chickening out. You really didn’t need him catching sight of you and making Taliyah’s job even harder.

You had gotten so in your own head with panic that you had completely tuned out of your surroundings until a hand waved in front of your face and you realized Taliyah was crouching in front of you, calling your name.

“You okay?” she asked worriedly.

“Is he gone?” you replied quietly.

“Yeah, he’s gone,” she confirmed, standing up and grabbing your forearms to pull you up with her. “Now help me remake those snowballs and then I’ll fill you in.”

You bit your lip as you scooped shaved ice into a row of plastic cups as Taliyah readied the cherry syrup. Soon you had five pristine-looking snowballs on your slightly-sandy tray, the sight of them bringing you back to your moment of collision with the cute guy.

The tray was snatched from your field of vision by Taliyah, who headed over to the rear door. “Be back in a few. Try not to freak out too much while I’m gone.”

And then the door was closed and you were left alone. Looking over at the order window, you decided that you were probably safer to just resume your position behind the ice cream tubs, unwilling to risk being out in the open in case the guy decided to come back.

While she was gone, you couldn’t help but fret over exactly what had been said between your best friend and the mysterious hot guy. She didn’t seem to be upset, so clearly their conversation hadn’t been that intense. Or maybe it had; Taliyah was a fairly relaxed person, so it would be difficult for a random angry customer to really get to her. But that didn’t quite make sense either; if he had yelled at her, you would have heard it over the noise of the beachgoers. All you were doing was overthinking yourself to death, exactly what Taliyah had told you not to do.

And it was there you remained until Taliyah returned, closing the door behind her and placing the serving tray in the sink before she turned her attention to you at last.

“Calm down, it’s fine… I think,” she said.

“You think?”

“Well he didn’t seem mad,” she explained. “He asked if a girl that looked like you worked here and I said you went home sick. Said he’d come back another time.”

“Another–” Oh god. Was he really so angry that he was willing to come back just for the chance to yell at you?

“I can see you freaking out,” Taliyah scolded. “Don’t. You’re fine. Musclehead or not, he’s not going to kill you just because you spilled shaved ice on him.”

She was probably right; hot shirtless guys on the beach likely had more important things to do than yelling at clumsy ice cream shop workers. By tomorrow, he would probably forget you ever existed, and you could go back to enjoying your time working alongside your best friend.

The rock collecting that night had been long and boring, at least for you. Taliyah hadn’t found any rocks she liked enough to take home, only ending the search after she had found some sea glass that she had deemed acceptable to add to her collection. You could only hope that you wouldn’t owe her any more favors any time soon, unsure if you could survive another late night rock hunt.

The next morning, you entered the shop alongside Taliyah, who put her bag down and began to set up the day’s supplies. Considering it was ten minutes past opening time and Taliyah had insisted that she didn’t need help setting up, you decided that you might as well just open the order window for the day, hoping that mom and her group of demon kids wouldn’t be waiting out there, only to unlatch the widows and see something arguably worse.

The window had only been open a peek, but it was enough for you to see the large figure of the man from yesterday standing ten feet or so from your shop, his back facing you as he stared out at the beach. In your brief glimpse, you also noticed that the jacket wrapped around his waist had a white plus sign in a circle as well as the word lifeguard in white blocky letters above it. Oh god, of course you had gone and pissed off a lifeguard on your first day here.

You shut the barely-open windows with a too-loud slam that made you wince before you quickly locked them again and rushed over to Taliyah.

“Tali, he’s here again!” you hissed.

“Huh?” she replied, pausing her task of refilling a container of sprinkles. “Muscle guy?”

You nodded frantically and Taliyah frowned, putting the sprinkles down and approaching the order window herself. You watched as she opened the window ever so slightly, peering out for a few seconds before closing it back up.

“Well… can’t say I was expecting him to actually come back,” she said evenly.

“What do I even do?” you asked, staring at the order windows like they would burst open at any second and reveal you to the clearly-determined lifeguard. “He’s a lifeguard, Tali! What if he bans me from the beach?”

She rolled her eyes in response. “He can’t just ban you from the beach. Lifeguards don’t have that much power. If they did, I would’ve been banned a long time ago for all the times I’ve surfed after hours.”

“Then what does he want with me?” you asked, looking away from the window.

Taliyah shrugged. “You’d have to ask him that.”

“But what if I… don’t?” you replied weakly. “He’ll give up eventually, right?”

“I mean, maybe?” she said. “But it might be easier to deal with him now and get it over with.”

You saw her point, but it wasn’t her that was being pursued by a tall, muscly lifeguard with a vengeance!

Taliyah clearly caught the reluctance on your face and sighed. “Fine, I’ll switch with you for today. Now let’s go over how to make the basic stuff before we open.”

True to her word, Taliyah had allowed you to hide in the back making orders, telling the lifeguard guy that you were off today. You watched him walk away from behind the shaved ice machine, hoping that your ordeal was finally over, but your hopes were quickly dashed the next day as you went to open the store again, only to see the same broad back facing you from just outside the shop.

Taliyah had reluctantly agreed to switch again that day, and the day after. But by day four, even the promise of helping her scavenge for rocks again wouldn’t get her to agree to switch.

You closed the window again, turning to Taliyah with pleading eyes, but she was having none of it.

“It’s been four days,” she said, arms crossed. “Clearly he’s not giving up. You should just see what he wants.”

“But…” The thought still terrified you. You knew you deserved to be yelled at for what you had done, but it was made that much worse by the fact that the subject of your plight was just about the hottest guy you had ever seen.

Taliyah shook her head at you. “Okay, but I’m not doing orders again today, so if you want to keep hiding from him, we’ll have to move onto plan B.”

Plan B, as it turned out, was a mascot suit of sorts; three fluffy poros stacked on top of each other like a snowman. A poro each made up your upper and lower body, the last poro being the head of the costume. You looked incredibly awkward, the arms and legs of the costume hairy and tipped with little brown claws. You were momentarily stunned by the sheer lengths you were going to just to avoid this guy, but you were already in the costume, so you reasoned that you might as well follow through with it now.

Taliyah put the costume’s head on you and your world was plunged largely into darkness, minus the mesh one-way view out of the top poro’s eyes. You were helped to the back door, some fliers for the store shoved into your hands.

Taliyah helped you walk out front, and you were pretty quickly swarmed by kids. You couldn’t see the lifeguard guy, but the relief that coursed through you was short-lived, swallowed by the immediate explosion of business brought on by your costume.

One thing you hadn’t considered in your haste was the heat. You weren’t sure if it was the costume or if today was hotter than usual, but very quickly you found yourself becoming a sweaty mess under the weight of the dense, furry costume.

The longer you were in the costume, the worse you felt, but you were determined to stick this out. So you handed out fliers and posed for photos with children while Taliyah ran the stand.

You wished that you could wipe the sweat from your face, but you weren’t sure if you could even reach up to remove the costume’s head yourself due to the awkward shape of the costume. So you endured the ever-increasing heat, only feeling wearier as the time ticked by.

You waved goodbye to a group of kids as they left with their ice cream cones, the sweltering heat really bearing down on you. As you went to turn and head back to the stand to ask Taliyah to help get the head off, a wave of dizziness crashed over you. You took one step towards the stand, and then another, and then it all went dark as you felt yourself falling forward, too weak to stop your descent to the ground.

You woke up with a heavy head, feeling foggy with confusion. The last thing you remembered, you had been heading back to the stand…

Immediately, you realized that you weren’t at the ice cream stand, and you weren’t wearing the poro suit, or even your beach dress. Sitting up in the cot you laid in, you found that you were wearing only your swimsuit.

As you sat up, a blue ice pack that you hadn’t realized was there fell from your forehead and into your lap. Picking it up, the pack only feeling slightly cold, you turned to look around the room, still unsure what exactly was going on.

You were in a room of some sort, guessing it was afternoon by the minute amount of light filtering into the room, even through the closed curtains. There was a fan gently whirring above your head, but otherwise the room was silent.

There was another cot beside yours, and a table nearby with a few red first aid kits stacked on it, some bandages messily spilling out of one of them. There was a sign pulled over the door, the side facing you reading come on in, we’re open.

You got up from the bed, shuddering with disgust when you noticed just how sweaty your whole body was. The bed squeaked as you got up from it, your knees hitting a bedside table between the cots that you hadn’t noticed had been there. On the small table was a glass of water, as well as a white fan that was emblazoned with what looked to be a group of cats waterskiing.

You picked up the fan, letting out a small laugh at the silly-looking cartoon cats on the fan. It looked like something you could win at a carnival booth.

“If you can laugh, then I guess you’re feelin’ alright.”

A deep voice from behind you made you jump, fingers fumbling the fan, which fell onto the floor with a clatter that was only made louder in the quiet room. You turned to look behind you, only to fall off the cot in shock when you saw the very lifeguard you had been trying so hard to avoid standing in the doorway of a small office you hadn’t noticed was there.

“Hey, careful!” He quickly crossed the room to squat down in front of you, taking your elbow and helping you back up onto the cot. You were too stunned to resist and found yourself falling into his chest as a wave of dizziness hit you.

“You okay?” he asked, and you tried to nod, but your head was spinning too much to focus. “Hey, hold still.”

He placed his hands on your shoulders, keeping you steady against him until you were able to regain your focus. When he was satisfied with your condition, he pulled back, releasing your shoulders and instead reaching out for the glass of water on the table next to you.

“Drink,” he instructed, handing you the cup before standing up. “I’ll be right back.”

He stared at you for a moment before finally turning back and heading into the office at the back of the room.

You watched him go, feeling on edge, but complied, bringing the glass up to your lips and taking a long drink. The last thing you wanted to do was give this guy more reason to be upset with you. You were surprised at just how refreshing the water felt, and you had soon downed the entire glass, placing it back on the table when you were done.

“Alright, lay back down,” the lifeguard instructed as he returned.

“What?” you replied. What was he going to do to you? How had you even got here? Where was Taliyah?

He stopped before you, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked down at your shaky, terrified form. “Are you–”

“I’m sorry!” you exclaimed, bowing your head. “I didn’t mean to spill the snowballs on you! If you need to yell at me, go ahead. I’m sorry I didn’t just come out sooner and–”

It had occurred to you mid-ramble that he had yet to say anything, and you cut off your babbling, slowly looking up to find him staring at you with what you could only describe as a bewildered look on his face.

He blinked. “Is that why–”

“I’m so sorry!” you interrupted, bowing your head again. “If you want to ban me from the beach, I get it!”

“Ban ya from the beach?” he replied with a bark of laughter. “The only thing I wanted to do was get your number.”

“My… what?” You had to be hallucinating. There was no way he had just said that.

“Lay down first,” he spoke sternly, and you complied, still feeling stunned by his words.

Once you were laid down, he picked something up from the bed, which you recognized as another ice pack. He placed it on your forehead, the cool pack immediately flooding you with a feeling of relief. Closing your eyes, you let out a tired sigh, suddenly feeling fatigued.

“Get some rest, princess. We’ll talk when you’re up again.”

You took his advice, the cooling from the ice pack lulling you back to sleep, your eyelids too heavy to keep open.

When you woke up again, you felt infinitely better, your head clearer and body feeling less overheated. The ice pack on your forehead was room temperature, and it was now dark outside. There was a light illuminating your left side as you sat up in bed, turning to see the office in the back with its light on.

The cot squeaked under you, which was responded to by the squeak of a chair from inside the office, the red-haired lifeguard emerging from the office and approaching your bedside.

“Feelin’ any better?” he asked, and you nodded, biting your lip nervously. “Got you some more water.”

You looked over to the bedside table to see the water cup refilled and took hold of it, grateful to have something to focus on other than the intimidatingly muscular man before you.

You drank the entire glass before you forced yourself to finally address the situation before you. “Um… why am I here?”

“You passed out,” he replied bluntly, taking a seat on the cot next to yours. “Overheated yourself in that rat costume.”

“They’re not rats, they’re poros,” you replied, unsure of what to say.

He let out a huff of laughter. “Poros that important to you that you’re willin’ to fry yourself for ‘em?”

“No, that was…” you trailed off. Well, you might as well just admit it. If he had gone out of his way to care for you after you had passed out like an idiot, then he deserved the truth. “I was avoiding you. I was scared you were going to yell at me. My friend didn’t want to keep covering for me at the window so I decided to wear that stupid poro costume.”

“So that’s what that was about,” he replied. “And here I thought you were avoidin’ me ‘cuz you weren’t interested. Gave up on gettin’ your number and then got news that someone passed out from heat stroke.”

You were still having a hard time comprehending the asking for your number part, so you instead chose to focus on the other half. “Heat stroke?”

“Not sure what you expected, wearin’ that costume in this heat,” he said. “Can’t say nobody’s ever been afraid of me before, but giving themself heat stroke just to avoid me is a new one.”

He sounded somewhat self-deprecating, and you immediately felt bad. You had clearly misjudged him, and realized that he hadn’t even mentioned the snowball incident himself.

You forced yourself to meet his eyes, even with as awkward as you were currently felt. “I’m sorry for giving you so much trouble, and for spilling snowballs all over you. I’m just really sorry.”

He laughed. “Ain’t nothin’ for you to apologize for. I’ve had worse get on me since I started workin’ here, and usually it ain’t from a cute girl.”

You tensed in your seat, tearing your gaze from his to look down at your feet, your cheeks feeling warm.

“Hey, don’t go overheatin’ yourself again,” he scolded, standing up from the bed. “If you’re not interested, that’s fine, but I think it’s best if I take ya home. Don’t need your friend yellin’ at me again if you pass out on the way back.”

As much as you wanted to deny his assertion of you being not interested, you couldn’t muster up the courage, so you instead quietly accepted his offer of help. You would have to ask Taliyah what he had meant when you got back.

It was surprisingly cold on the beach at night, the icy breeze sending shivers along your skin. You stared out at the dark ocean waves, entranced by the water crashing against the sand, when your focus was broken by some soft fabric being laid over your shoulders.

You turned to look over your shoulder to see Sett just behind you on the steps of the lifeguard office, the jacket that was usually around his waist now laying on your shoulders.

He caught your curious look and raised an eyebrow. “You nearly cooked yourself to death today, I ain’t about to let you freeze yourself to death now.”

“Thanks,” you replied quietly, reaching a hand up to keep the jacket around your shoulders.

Your feet met the soft sand as you followed Sett towards the parking lot. The beach was totally empty, an odd contrast to how things were in the daytime. It felt weird to actually see the shape of the landscape unobscured by giant beach umbrellas and a sea of bodies. You only looked away from the empty scene when you realized that you had left the sand, and Sett was staring expectantly at you.

“…what?” you asked, getting the feeling that he had said something that you had missed.

“Which way?” he repeated with a quick glance at the street ahead of you.

“Oh right,” you replied. “My friend lives on Sandstone Way.”

Sett’s ears perked up. “By that tacky souvenir shop?”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “Right by there.”

You giggled at Sett’s assessment; you had noticed the eye-hurtingly brightly painted store when Taliyah had walked you to her house from the train station. She had rolled her eyes at the store as you surveyed the display of t-shirts with embarrassing designs on them, stating that sometimes they got some good rocks in, but it wasn’t worth the amount of tourists always asking for directions when she was walking around the neighborhood.

Looking over at Sett out of the corner of your eye, you were struggling to think of anything to say. He was dressed in just his sandals and shorts, his sunglasses forgone and giving you a clear look at his golden eyes that seemed to glow in the dark.

“So this your first summer here?” Sett asked, breaking the brief silence as you walked side by side. “I know I’d remember you if I’d seen ya before.”

“I was here for a summer when I was a kid,” you answered. “But everything looks so different now. Maybe I just saw this place differently when I was a kid.”

“Nah,” he dismissed. “It never used to be this busy here. Tourists bring money to this place, but it means it’s always loud around here.”

The conversation was slowly helping you feel more comfortable with the intimidatingly handsome lifeguard. You felt dumb for putting so much energy into avoiding him.

“So have you always lived here?” you asked.

“Born and raised,” he answered with a grin that you couldn’t help but feel looked a little sad. “Ma used to work at the boating shop… and the laundromat… and the candy store.”

“All at the same time?” you asked incredulously.

Sett shrugged. “Didn’t have much of a choice. Pa ran off on us when I was a kid, and it wasn’t like anyone would hire a fatherless runt to work for them.”

“Sounds like it was hard,” you replied. “Did you ever find out where he went?”

“For his sake, I’d better not,” Sett sneered. “I heard ma cry missin’ that scumbag more times than I can count. There ain’t a family here for that bastard to come back to.”

“How is your mom doing?” you asked as you turned onto Sandstone Way, passing by the tacky tourist shop, the flashy paint on the walls too bright even at night.

“She’s doin’ good,” he answered, finally looking happy with a satisfied smile. “Got her to quit her jobs when I started workin’ enough to pay the bills.”

“You’re a good son,” you complimented him. “She’s lucky to have you.”

You smiled at him, coming to a stop before Taliyah’s house. “Well, this is me. Thanks for walking me back.”

“Take care of yourself,” he said. “I don’t wanna see you passin’ out again.”

“I’ll try not to,” you replied. “No more poro costumes for me.”

“On that topic,” he purred, leaning closer to you. “You never gave me an answer.”

“An answer?” you squeaked, flustered by his sudden closeness.

“I’ve been tryin’ to get your number for days now,” he replied, and you did your best to supress a shiver from running up your spine. Was this real life?

You wet your lips with your tongue nervously, unable to miss how Sett’s sharp eyes watched the movement.

“I, um, I don’t have my phone on me,” you said, immediately realizing how dumb you sounded. You didn’t need your phone on you to tell him your number! You hastily made to amend your statement. “…but if you come by the stand tomorrow, I’ll give it to you!”

“Oh?” Sett’s grin was wide, gold eyes flashing dangerously. “I s’pose I could find some time to stop by. See you then, sweetheart.”

Sett turned to walk away, but you stopped him with a call of his name. “Wait, your jacket–”

“Keep it for the night,” Sett replied. “I’ll get it from you tomorrow.”

You reluctantly agreed, stunned silent by his bold flirting, his jacket sitting warm on your shoulders as you watched him walk away. You stared at his broad back until he was out of sight, only then turning to head inside, knowing Taliyah would be waiting.

The next morning she was still on you as you spent some extra time getting ready.

“I still can’t believe he gave you his jacket,” she teased with a grin. “I mean, I figured he was probably into you, but–”

“You what?” you replied as you paused styling your hair.

“I kept telling you to talk to him,” she replied. “No guy like that is going to wait outside your work for days in a row just to yell at you for spilling ice on him. But I didn’t think you’d believe me if I told you.”

“I just feel so stupid giving myself heat stroke just go avoid him,” you lamented.

“Yeah,” Taliyah frowned. “If I had realized it was that hot out, I never would’ve let you go out in that thing.”

“It’s my own fault for being so dumb,” you insisted.

“But hey, it all worked out, didn’t it?” Taliyah grinned as she slipped on her water shoes. “You’ve got a hot lifeguard coming to visit you at work today.”

“Don’t remind me. I’m still super nervous,” you said, adjusting your beach dress over your most flattering swimsuit.

“You’ll be fine,” Taliyah replied. “He’s clearly super into you. You should’ve seen him when you passed out yesterday.”

“What?” You had been so tired last night that you had only told her the basics before crashing for the night, completely forgetting to ask her what had happened yesterday.

“Someone got him when you collapsed,” she told you. “You should’ve seen his face when he pulled off the poro head and saw it was you inside the costume! I tried to come with, but he told me he’d handle it. I maaay have threatened his life if anything happened to you, but just a little.”

You laughed. So that’s what Sett had been referring to.

Taliyah came up from behind you as you stared at your appearance in the mirror, resting her chin on your shoulder and meeting your eyes in the mirror. “Relax, you look great. Fuzzy ear boy isn’t gonna know what hit him!”

“Fuzzy ear–” you sputtered, laughing at Taliyah’s choice of words. “I guess his ears do look pretty fuzzy.”

“Well if he lets you pet them, tell me how soft they are!” she teased, pulling back from you to grab her bag. “Now let’s go. You’ve got a boy to meet!”

You somehow felt even more nervous today than you had the few days you had spent avoiding Sett. You were still having a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that a guy that looked like he had walked straight out of a fireman’s calendar was coming to your little beachfront ice cream stand for the sole purpose of getting your phone number. And his jacket, which was folded neatly on the countertop beside you.

You weren’t exactly sure when he was going to come. Usually, he would be there waiting outside in the morning before you opened, but all you had opened up to today was a sparsely-populated beachfront, no handsome lifeguards to be seen. By two in the afternoon, your anxiety had begun to get the better of you.

“Stop pacing,” Taliyah scolded you. “He’ll be here.”

“But what if he decided not to?” you said, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. “What if this was just a joke?”

“Then I’ll go kick his butt,” she responded plainly. “He’ll come. Relax.”

You were about to reply, when a ding of the service bell at the order window had you spinning around, ready to take an order, only for the words to die on your lips when you laid eyes on the well-muscled lifeguard with the fuzzy black ears just outside the order window, sending a grin your way.

“Here to pick up my order,” he said, leaning an arm against the window.

“Your… order?” you replied, too entranced by his appearance to properly make use of your brain.

“A pretty girl promised me her number if I came by,” he replied, looking down at you through his sunglasses.

“I… right… I…” You turned back quickly to see Taliyah staring expectantly at you, mouthing the word number at you. Right.

With slightly shaky hands, you reached for the small notepad at the front counter, taking that and a pen in hand and trying not to focus on the fact that Sett was watching you as you began to write.

Double-checking that the number was right, you handed the paper to him, your fingers touching as he took it from you. Remembering about your other promise, you reached over to grab the lifeguard jacket from the counter beside you. You went to hand him his jacket, surprised when he didn’t take it from you.

“What time do you get off?” he asked, and you answered a quiet six. “Give it back to me then.”

With a short wave and a grin, Sett made a show of stowing the phone number in his pocket before sauntering off and leaving you standing there slack-jawed.

“See? Was that so hard?” Taliyah called from her seat at the ice machine. “Now you just have to keep it together for your date.”

“I don’t know if I can,” you said, leaning back against the counter.

“You did last night, didn’t you?” she countered. “He’s just a guy. A really hot guy, but still. Don’t freak yourself out. You deserve a nice guy. It’s just a bonus that he has more abs than spiders have legs!”

You let out an amused huff. Taliyah was right, as she always was. You needed to get over yourself and let yourself have a good time tonight.”

But for now, you had customers to deal with. You and Taliyah let out a shared groan as you saw the nightmare mom and her army of brats heading towards you. You both returned to your posts, hoping their overly-complicated orders would be right on the first try this time.

Taliyah let out a yawn, stretching her arms high above her head before beginning the process of cleaning up for the day. After the last customer left, you hastily closed the order window, not wanting to give anyone the chance to come and beg about how it was only five minutes past closing and they’ve been wanting a banana split all day. You had learned your lesson from that mistake on day two.

Once the order windows were closed and locked, you joined Taliyah at the side counter, helping to return all the different containers of toppings to their rightful places. You found your hands moving slower, your nerves slowing you down in order to prolong the inevitable.

Taliyah eventually got tired of your pitiful attempt at stalling for time and gently removed the container of blue sprinkles from your grasp. “Just go, I’ll finish up here.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, and Taliyah sent you an unimpressed look. “Okay, fine, I’m going, I’m going.”

“I hope you know I expect all the details later!” she grinned as you made your way to the door, hesitating with your hand on the door handle for only a moment before opening the door.

It was mercifully less warm outside today than it had been yesterday, not to mention that you were also minus a heavy mascot costume. Yesterday hadn’t ended too badly for you, but you would still prefer to not end today in a hospital if you exacerbated your current heat-sensitive state.

You weren’t sure if you preferred if Sett was already there, or if you got there first to wait for him; neither option seemed to abate your nerves. But of course, the lifeguard was prompt as always, leaning against one of the beams that held up the awning above the order window.

You didn’t think you had been making much noise walking along the sand, but he seemed to hear you, turning to face you with a grin as you approached.

“Ready?” he asked as you came to a stop before him, tucking some of your hair behind your ear in an effort to keep your cool.

“Yeah,” you answered, impressed that your voice hadn’t come out squeaky with how nervous you were.

“Good,” he replied, before his grin turned teasing. “Was half expectin’ ya to come on our date in that rat costume.”

“Poro!” you corrected again, trying not to get flustered by his mention of this being a date. You weren’t sure what else it would be, but you couldn’t help the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach when he had acknowledged the obvious.

He surprised you by taking your hand, pulling you along with him as you tried desperately not to stumble and fall into the sand.

The beach crowd was beginning to thin out, people heading home or to one of the many beachfront restaurants nearby. Watching as a kid packed up his sand toys, you wondered if one of those restaurants was where you were headed as well. Sett hadn’t told you anything about what the plan was, and you found yourself curious when he led you to the bright white lifeguard office.

At first, you had thought that maybe he had forgotten something, at least until you followed him into the small building to see what looked to be the table that had previously held all the first aid kits, now decked out in a soft-looking purple picnic blanket. On top of the makeshift picnic table was a spread of various tasty-looking finger foods, the scene completed by two chairs pulled up to the table, cushions with a starfish pattern placed on the seats.

You were perhaps too dumbfounded by the sight, as you snapped out of it to Sett calling your name, looking over at him to see him looking surprisingly tense. You should probably say something, you realized.

“It looks great,” you said, meaning every word as you looked over the table. “Are those cabbage rolls?”

“Ma helped me make ‘em,” Sett explained, looking bashful for the first time since you had met him as he raised an arm to scratch at the back of his neck. “Helped me with all of this, actually. Never done anythin’ like this before.”

“You mean a picnic?” you asked curiously.

Sett chuckled. “Picnics. Dates. Not a lotta women ‘round here who wanted anythin’ to do with a fatherless half-breed.”

You had a hard time believing that; you had noticed several mothers checking him out as they packed their family’s stuff to leave the beach. But the hint of something sad in his eyes made you reconsider. You had no memory of seeing someone like him that summer you had spent here, but it wasn’t like that was a surprise to you. You and Taliyah had been in your own little world at that time, only ever spending time with each other.

“Well I’m excited to try your cooking,” you said, figuring a change of subject was for the best.

Sett grinned as he sat down. “Should be decent. Haven’t poisoned anyone since high school.”

Your eyes widened, hand freezing on its path to grab a cabbage roll, startled eyes darting to his.

Sett let out a bark of laughter at your alarmed face. “Relax. Wouldn’t poison ya. Maybe those kids that keep swimmin’ into the boating zone, but not you.”

“Thanks… I think?” you replied, biting your lip as you stared down at the cabbage rolls, weighing your options.

“Wasn’t real poison anyways,” he scoffed, taking some rolls from himself. “Not my fault sugar and salt look the same.”

You laughed, grabbing some food for yourself at last. “I suppose they kinda do.”

“Ma didn’t wanna hurt my feelings, but I knew when I tried some myself,” he explained.

“It was nice of her to try,” you offered.

“Too nice,” he said. “Ma is always too nice. Never said anythin’ bad about my old man, even after what he did. Had to work three jobs for years because of that bastard, but not a word.”

“Well I’m sure she’s glad she has you,” you commented. “Even if you give her food poisoning sometimes.”

“Once,” he corrected, taking a bite. “Learned my lesson the first time.”

You followed his lead, finding the food to be entirely poison-free, and actually the best home-cooked meal you had eaten in a long time. The conversation moved to swapping work stories, and you were unsurprised to find out that the mother and her the demon children had been a thorn in Sett’s side as well.

“They really buried sleeping sunbathers in sand?”

“Five times in a day one time,” Sett grouchily confirmed. “Last time Braum went to handle it. Said I would bury those little assholes under the sand if I had to go yell at them one more time.”

You sympathized with his pain. You felt lucky that you had only experienced the tip of the annoyingness iceberg with that group of little terrors.

“Braum?” you inquired as you both left the lifeguard office, the beach now fully dark.

“Fellow lifeguard,” he answered, nonchalantly taking your hand in his as you made your way off the beach. “Bald, giant moustache, even bigger than me. Better at the whole gentle-but-firm thing than I am.”

“Oh, I think I’ve seen him before. He comes by for poro pops sometimes,” you said, mind drawing a picture of the surprisingly friendly man in the small purple swim bottoms with a weakness for poro-shaped ice pops. “So are you the head lifeguard then?”

Sett considered your question. “Guess I am the boss of ‘em. All of the other lifeguards are always comin’ at me with problems to solve. The extra pay doesn’t hurt either if I wanna keep momma from feelin’ like she has to work.”

“Say thank you to her from me for the dinner. It was really good,” you said as you passed by the familiar tacky souvenir shop.

“She’ll be happy to hear it,” he replied with a soft smile that made your heart thump in your chest. “I know she wishes she had more to cook for than just me.”

You both came to a stop before Taliyah’s house, and you sneakily glanced over just to make sure Taliyah wasn’t peeking out from a window, which she wasn’t. You turned your focus back to Sett, only to find him closer than he had just been. How was he so good at sneaking up on you?

A large hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing against your cheek, and your face was tilted up towards Sett’s. You were glad it was dark out, because otherwise you knew your reddening cheeks would be obvious.

“Still afraid of me?” he asked, voice low, lips so close to yours that you could make out a small scar that crossed over his bottom lip.

“No,” you answered, making no move to pull away as you stared up into his eyes. “Not unless I was about to taste your high school cooking.”

“Smart,” he replied with a smirk. “But I’m talkin’ about right now, because if you don’t turn and run into that house, I’m gonna kiss you.”

Your bag almost tumbled from your grasp, but you held fast as you stared at Sett, whose own had already become half-lidded. You had no words to describe how much you didn’t want to run right now, so you didn’t use any, instead angling your face further upwards, trying to make your willingness abundantly clear.

With a grin, he leaned down and kissed you.

Pulling back slightly, he dove back in, his other hand coming to your waist to pull you against him. You happily leant into him, your hands on his firm chest.

When he pulled back again, you opened your eyes at last, feeling almost as dizzy as right before you had passed out from heat stroke.

Sett looked content, and you were only hoping you looked half as composed as he did right now. He leaned back in to give you one more peck before pulling back from you entirely, the cold from the air outside immediately apparent as soon as you were minus his warm hands against your skin.

“Think I’ll stop by tomorrow,” he said. “Been cravin’ a cherry snowball for some reason lately.”

Sett was a man of his word, you learned, though you were less happy to see him the next day when he asked if he could order a cherry snowball served like last time, and then laughed as you had proceeded to sputter like a broken machine.

His visits became daily, sometimes bringing Braum with him, who continued to surprise you with the sheer amount of poro pops he was able to consume in one sitting. Quite a few nights a week, you had found yourself all around Port Navori with the half-Vastayan lifeguard. You were surprised at how supportive Taliyah was being, considering you had originally come here to spend time with her.

“Gives me more time to surf,” she answered with a shrug when you had asked her. “And maybe that boyfriend of yours can convince you to stay here after the summer is over.”

“Boyfriend?” you yelped, and Taliyah raised an eyebrow.

“You aren’t? I thought he would have made it official by now. It’s been over two weeks… have you guys even done it?”

“Taliyah!” you scolded her, switching back to professional mode as a group of people approached the stand.

As you helped prepare their orders, you couldn’t help but think about what she had said. You and Sett had kissed quite a lot actually, but he had yet to do more than that. But it was far too embarrassing a subject for you to have the confidence to broach, so you had resolved yourself to just be content with things as they were.

It was just your luck that right then was when Sett had decided to make his daily visit to the stand, approaching the counter as the other group left.

Taliyah apparently wasn’t done pestering you for the day as she sped to meet him at the counter before you could get there yourself.

“Hey!” she greeted Sett with a sly smile as you stood frozen behind her, nervous about her motivations. “You’re on your break, right?”

Sett raised an eyebrow. “What about it?”

“Well,” she said, in the voice you knew meant that she wanted something. “There’s a surfing contest I entered, and it’s almost my turn and it won’t even take that long and–”

“Tali!” you interrupted, rushing over to the counter.

“All I need is an hour,” Taliyah insisted, before pulling you beside her at the counter. “And she needs some help while I’m gone since lunchtime is when most of the people come by.”

“I’m fine, I–”

“I’m in,” Sett cut in, eyeing you with almost palpable smugness.

“Awesome!” Taliyah replied, immediately shucking her apron and hat onto the floor in her haste to get out the door. “Have fun, see you after I win!”

“Taliyah!”

Your call of her name fell on deaf ears as she already had her board and was out the door, leaving you standing at the counter with Sett still leaning against the counter.

Sett reached up to pull his sunglasses off, tucking them into his packet, his golden eyes fully uncovered and sparkling with mischief, the sight alone making you feel weary.

“Well? You gonna invite me in?” he asked. “Not sure I’d fit through the window.”

You scrambled to meet him at the back door, not wanting him to try and get into the shop through the order window that was less wide than he was. It was a strange feeling to open the back door of the shop to a guy that was almost too tall for the doorway, and another thing entirely to try and corral him into behaving as you tried to keep the ice cream stand functioning while Taliyah was gone.

“Aren’t lifeguards supposed to set a good example for others?” you huffed, wiping ice from your apron. At least he hadn’t made things truly equal and put cherry syrup on the ball of shaved ice he had pressed against your neck.

“Not when I’m off the clock,” he answered. “Besides, it’s my once in a lifetime chance to see what workin’ one of these is like.”

It would definitely be only one time if you had anything to say about it. If the almost-hour with him here had taught you anything, it was that Sett was not cut out to work in an ice cream shop.

The scoops of ice cream he doled out were easily twice the size of the ones Taliyah did, which made for happy customers, but a less happy bottom line if he was here for more than an hour. He was also lacking Taliyah’s patience, and you were forced to sideline him when an especially picky middle-aged woman came by who insisted you remake her smoothie four times until it had an acceptable pH level. The woman’s complaints had miraculously stopped the moment Sett had approached the window himself, becoming so invested in flirting with the handsome lifeguard that she had snatched her next smoothie attempt from you without complaint, not even glancing your way as she batted her eyes at him, only leaving when he excused himself with an excuse of needing to make more orders.

You approached Sett to check on him and found yourself pulled down into his lap as he leaned back in the chair.

Huffing, he pulled you against him, nuzzling against your neck. “Don’t know how you deal with that. Couldn’t pay me to make her damn smoothie one more time.”

“You get used to it,” you replied. “Don’t you deal with worse as a lifeguard?”

“Yeah,” he grunted. “But nothin’ sayin’ I gotta be nice when I deal with ‘em.”

“That’s true,” you laughed.

“If anyone complains, they can go somewhere else. Ain’t another beach within a hundred miles as well-run as this one,” he bragged, kissing at your neck.

As much as you were enjoying his sudden affection, you knew time was running low until Taliyah would return. You made to pull back to tell Sett that, but were instead pulled into a kiss that took you a few breathless moments to find the strength to escape.

“This Friday,” he murmured, face inches from yours. “There’s a party at the pool. You should come with me.”

You had heard about the exclusive pool parties on this beach from Taliyah, but hadn’t expected to ever get an invite. The pool, which was at the far end of the beach from the ice cream stand, was as exclusive as it got. Gated with walls so high that you couldn’t see in, it was the membership-only place to be for all of the elite in the beach town of Port Navori.

“Is that… okay?” you asked hesitantly.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” he countered, and you didn’t really have an answer. “It’ll be fine. Come. Have some people I wanna introduce ya to.”

The door burst open at the same time as you nodded your agreement, revealing Taliyah clutching both her dripping board as well as a shiny blue ribbon.

“You won?” you asked, trying to disentangle yourself from Sett, who reluctantly let you up.

“Easily!” Taliyah gloated. “Nobody else stood a chance. So how were things here?”

“The money ain’t worth the drama of this place,” Sett griped.

Taliyah laughed. “Smoothie lady come back with a vengeance?”

“I’ll take kids buryin’ sunbathers up to their ears over this any day,” he replied with a grimace, standing up and stretching.

At his mention of ears, Taliyah had brought both hands up to her own head about where Sett’s were on his head, and you quickly waved at her to cut it out before he saw. Thankfully she did, but you could tell that you were going to get asked if you had pet his ears yet as soon as his fuzzy ears were out of earshot.

“I’ll text ya the time when I know it,” Sett said, giving you a quick kiss on the head and a two-fingered salute to Taliyah before heading out the back door.

“So?” Taliyah asked, pulling the chair up to the ice cream station after she had stashed her prize ribbon in her bag. “Are they as soft as they look?”

“I didn’t pet them,” you answered.

“It’s been over two weeks!” she complained. “Has he at least asked you to be his girlfriend yet?”

You shook your head. “He did invite me to a pool party with him on Friday at that fancy pool.”

“Really?” Taliyah responded, eyes wide. “You have to tell me what it’s like! I mean, I’ve seen satellite photos, but it’s not the same…”

“I’ll probably be too nervous to remember any of it,” you grumbled.

“This is your chance!” Taliyah encouraged. “By Friday it’ll be three weeks. You need to ask him if he sees you as his girlfriend or not.”

You reeled back, waves of anticipatory anxiety rolling over you. “I don’t want to scare him off. What if this is just casual to him and I’m too dumb to see it?”

“Then you’ll know,” she replied. “I know you. It’ll eat you up if you put this much energy into a guy without knowing how he feels about you. So ask. If he says no, then at least you’ll have an entire store’s worth of ice cream to drown yourself in after!”

Taliyah was right. She was always right. You knew that you couldn’t keep whatever this was up without knowing where you stood with him. The more time you spent with Sett, the more you wanted, and if he intended to keep things casual, you would rather know sooner so you could make an informed decision.

So that would be the plan then. Go to the party, have a good time (and get some photos of the pool for Taliyah) and then ask Sett about the state of your relationship. Sounded easy in theory. You could only hope you could muster up the courage to go through with the plan when the time came.

After hearing that the party was to start at four, Taliyah had gone all out, closing the stand at two so she could help you get ready to impress the snobs. You hadn’t put up too much of a fight, happy to have her help and her company, as your nerves only climbed higher the closer it got to four o’clock.

“You’ll be fine,” Taliyah said as she styled your hair. “You’ll only feel worse if you don’t get an answer from him. And with how good you’ll look at the party, he won’t be able to say no!”

“Thanks, Tali,” you replied gratefully. “I promise I’ll get you a bunch of photos of the pool. And whatever else you want.”

“What I want is for you to stay here for good,” she said. “So really I’m just doing myself a favor by helping you. This place has been a hundred times more bearable since you’ve been here, and I want it to stay that way.”

“Still,” you persisted. “I feel bad that you’re going to so much trouble. If you want anything, just let me know.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Taliyah dismissed with a wave of her hand. “You should get going, don’t wanna be late to the fancy pool party.”

She practically shoved you out the door, and then you were alone, walking down the mostly-empty sidewalk. As you walked along the street, you couldn’t help but dwell on the possibilities. What would happen at the party? What would Sett say?

If he told you that he wasn’t looking for anything serious, what would you do? It was hard to have an answer for until you were in the moment, since a lot of it would depend on what Sett’s answer would be.

You walked through the parking lot, and then onto the beach, passing by kids building sandcastles and games of beach volleyball as you walked towards the end of the beach where the pool was. As you made your way to the fancier end of the beach, you began to notice the differences that marked the split between here and the side of the beach that you were usually on.

The shops on this side of the beach were much fancier, the sand littered with designer beach chairs and umbrellas. It was crazy just how different two ends of one beach could be.

The pool was noticeable from a great distance, or at least the wall white walls that surrounded it were. At least you weren’t going to get lost and miss the party entirely.

You approached the pristine white stairs that led from the beach up to the pool entrance, equal parts excited and apprehensive. The entrance was an open doorway, covered by a deep blue curtain and guarded by a muscled bouncer in white. The sight alone was intimidating; why hadn’t you just asked Sett to meet you beforehand?

You plastered a reluctant smile on your face before approaching the man. “Hi, I–”

“Name,” he interrupted, not looking up from his clipboard, sunglasses too dark for you to see his eyes.

Well it wasn’t like you hadn’t expected some level of standoffishness from the elite side of the beach. Keeping your smile up, you told him your name, waiting the prerequisite few moments for him to leaf through the list.

He seemed to have found what he was looking for, as his hand with the clipboard went to his side and he moved over to the curtain, pulling it to one side to allow you to enter. He had said nothing further, but seemed to be staring in your direction, so you took that as your cue and walked towards the now-open entryway and into the pool.

The entryway led into a hallway with pristine white walls, soft lighting hanging overhead. You could begin to hear chatter as you got closer to the end of the hallway, exiting into an explosion of sight and sound.

The pool was huge, and there seemed to be an intricate gold pattern on the tiles at the bottom. The pool was surrounded by lounge chairs and umbrellas, tropical foliage bordering the inner walls around the pool.

There were people all over, in and out of the pool. There was also a bar in the center which seemed to be very popular, as many people were carrying around intricate-looking cocktails.

More than the scenery or the people, your eyes were scanning the area for Sett. You checked your phone again to make sure, finding that it was the time he had told you to be here for. Maybe he was just running late or…

Your rising concern was broken up by the tap of designer wedges on the granite heading your way. You looked up from your phone to see two girls heading towards you, one of which you realized you had seen before.

The stuck-up redhead that had been the reason you had been out on the beach to spill the snowball on Sett in the first place was striding towards you, not a hair out of place underneath her likely-expensive sun hat. At her side was a lilac-haired woman in a swimsuit with a plunging neckline that was color blocked with various shades of purple. Together they made quite a striking pair, but your previous encounter with the redhead had you wishing that Sett would get here soon to save you from the impending conversation.

“Look, Sarah,” the purple-haired one sneered as they came to a stop before you. “So eager to pretend she’s one of us that she rushed right over.”

You took a step back, but that only seemed to embolden them.

Sarah lowered her sunglasses, staring at you like you were in her way. “Sad when they don’t know their place, Syndra.”

“Sett invited me here,” you replied defensively.

The women exchanged a pointed look before Sarah raised an eyebrow at you, a hand on her hip. “You ever think about why that was?”

“What?” you replied, unsure of what she was getting at.

“She doesn’t get it,” Syndra said with a cruel undertone in her voice that unnerved you.

“Look around,” Sarah said sharply. “Really look. Do half the people here look like they belong?”

You looked around, not sure what you were supposed to be seeing. A man with a hook-nose sat at the pool bar, flanked by women in skimpy bikinis. A humanoid form that seemed to be made of water conversed poolside with a large purple man in a ratty straw hat who was holding a ukulele. What were you supposed to be noticing?

“Sett is too nice to break it to you, so the job falls to me,” Sarah said with a smirk. “This is our annual loser fest. Charity case race. Bring-a-freak-to-work-day.”

“Pig party,” Syndra supplied.

“Yeah, pig party,” Sarah repeated, noticing your confused look. “Don’t know what that is? Poor thing.”

“I don’t–”

“It’s pretty simple,” Sarah interrupted. “We take half the summer to find the biggest freak we can, and then we bring them all together and crown a winner, and by the looks of you, Sett is really going for the top prize.”

You gasped, eyes wide, suddenly feeling like you were going to be sick.

“Aw, you really thought he liked you, huh?” Syndra mocked with fake sweetness.

“He didn’t… he never…” you stammered, clutching your bag to your chest.

“Well duh,” Sarah replied haughtily. “He wanted to win. Do you tell a pig when it’s about to become bacon?”

“What is meaning of this?” Braum accused, storming up to your group. “I have not heard of such a thing!”

“Need-to-know, Braum,” Syndra dismissed.

“And you didn’t need to know,” Sarah added.

You felt numb. This whole time… is that why Sett wouldn’t ask you to be his girlfriend? Why he never did more than kiss you? All this time, he had just seen you as a prize pig for an ugly date contest? It all made sense now, why he had been so desperate to get your number. He had never liked you… it had all been one sick joke. You should’ve known; nobody as attractive as Sett would ever see you as anything but a freak. And was too cowardly to come and tell you the truth to your face.

“Look, she’s crying,” Syndra taunted. “Don’t cry! Soon you’ll be queen pig!”

You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t stay here with all these people who saw you as less than human as your heart was breaking into pieces. You were so, so stupid, now wanting nothing more than to cry in peace. So you did, turning and running as fast as your legs would take you out of this awful place.

“Bye, piggy! We’ll ship you the ribbon!”

You heard Braum shout your name, as well as the cruel laughter of the women, but you didn’t stop running. Not when you got to the beach, nor the parking lot or the tacky souvenir shop, the sayings on the gaudy shirts too blurry to read through your tears. Your feet didn’t stop until you were at the doorstep to Taliyah’s home, out of breath, tears running down your cheeks.

The door opened, Taliyah’s face appearing in the doorway. “Hey, did you forget– wait, what happened?”

“Settrigh, stay still!”

Sett frowned, but did as his momma requested, allowing her to tie the ends of his hair after she had finished arranging it. He loved his ma dearly, but he really didn’t have time for her to redo his hair ten times right now.

It was getting way too close to the start time he had given you, and with how nervous of a person you were, he had intended to be on time, but that was before his mother had discovered the reason why he was cutting their visit short today.

Ma was aware that he had been seeing someone, had been ever since Sett had needed help making food for their first date.

“You do intend to let me meet her, Settrigh?” she asked, stepping back once she had fixed his hair to her satisfaction.

“Yes, ma,” he answered, standing up from the chair.

He wasn’t exactly surprised by his momma’s eagerness, considering this was the first girl he had ever dated, let alone considered introducing to her. This world was shallow; he had learned that early in life, which may be why he found himself so drawn to a girl who had put her all into having nothing to do with him. You broke up the monotony in this busy beach town and gave him something to look forward to other than seeing his ma for the first time in a long time.

Sett knew he was working on a time limit. You had mentioned that you had planned on only visiting Port Navori for the summer, and the summer was half over already, which meant his chances to convince you to stay were also halved, which is where tonight came in.

He had been taking things slow, not wanting to come on too strong and scare you off like he had watched happen to many a beachfront pick-up artist. He had been unwilling to rush things and lose you, but the slip of the calendar into August had forced his hand.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit apprehensive as to how today would end. How would you take him asking you to be girlfriend? He could only hope that he hadn’t misread you entirely.

He didn’t go to the pool parties often, but it seemed like a good way for him to introduce you to his friends, as they didn’t often all gather outside of those parties. He knew you would likely feel out of place, but Braum would be there, and he intended to stick by your side the entire time. And then after the party, if things went well, then maybe he would end the night with you as his girlfriend, but the party would be the first step.

As he left his ma’s house, he found his mind turning to the party. If you were wearing that red swimsuit you had worn last week, then it was going to be a difficult night for his self-control. His desire to take things slow had really taken a hit then, his only saving grace being ma’s lecture on being a gentleman pounding in his head as he tried not to look at how your chest was half-busting out of your top as you leaned over to pick a thread off of his glove. You were really too hot for your own good, which made him all the more eager to see you.

He knew he was running late, the party having started at least ten minutes earlier. It wasn’t his style to be late, but he was also pretty helpless to defy his ma. He only hoped that you hadn’t given up on him and left.

He took the shortest route possible, which included a short trek through some bushes that left him more leafy than he would’ve liked, but it was all forgotten when he spotted the stairs that led up to the pool entrance.

He was able to bypass the doorman who was only half as big as he was and seemed to be wary of interacting with him, stepping out of the way as Sett approached. He pushed past the curtain, hurried steps heading down the hallway. You hadn’t been waiting outside, so clearly you had been able to get in. He tried to fight back the excited grin that wanted to take over his face, but it was a losing battle as he entered the pool area, eyes immediately scanning the area for you.

“Your cruelty is unimaginable!” Braum’s booming voice carried easily through the air. “That girl has done nothing to be deserving of such treatment!”

What had Braum so worked up? Generally he was an easy guy to get along with, easily Sett’s most tolerable co-lifeguard. Not much phased him, which was a little concerning. But Sett had other priorities, the most important being locating you.

You weren’t in the pool, and didn’t seem to be sitting in any of the chairs. Maybe you had gone to the bathroom and would be right back–

“Well how else was she supposed to know Sett is too good for her? She clearly wasn’t going to see reality without a little help.”

Sett’s ears perked up, his attention snagged by the mention of his name, but especially by the latter half of the sentence. He turned around to see Sarah Fortune with Syndra at her side, who had her arms crossed and looked bored. In front of them was Braum, looking more irate than Sett had ever seen him.

“What’s this about?” Sett asked in a warning tone as he approached, the fur of his ears standing on end, leaving him feeling like he wasn’t going to like where this was headed.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” Sarah dismissed, flipping her hair behind her shoulder with a flick of her head. “We just showed a daydreaming little clout chaser the way out.”

Sett’s eyebrow rose. “A what?”

“Your ice cream girl,” Braum cut in. “These two have told her that this is a party for pigs. They have told her that you intend to bring her here to win ugly contest, and then she had run off.”

“What?” Sett growled dangerously, but the two women remained nonplussed.

“We did you a favor,” Syndra stressed. “If we get a reputation of letting just anyone in, then we’ll lose all status as members of the ruling class of the food chain. So we decided to throw this little pig party to make you come back to your senses.”

“You’re one of us, Sett,” Sarah added. “This pool doesn’t have room for little nobodies who don’t know their place.”

“Rather be a nobody than whatever the hell this is,” Sett snarled angrily, the full knowledge of the truth turning his bad feeling to a mix of simmering fury at the two women, and worry for you. He hated himself for being late and allowing this to happen to you. “Save your concern and don’t talk to me again.”

“But we were–” Syndra started, but Sett wasn’t in the mood.

“If you even look at her again, you’ll have me to deal with. And unlike that girl you just bullied outta here, I ain’t so nice.”

With that, Sett turned on his heel and stormed towards the exit to go do his best to fix this mess.

Braum quickly followed behind him. “My friend, I am sorry I could not stop them in time.”

“Ain’t your fault,” Sett replied. “Wish I’d have known. Gotta go see if she’ll even talk to me at this point.”

“I wish you luck,” Braum said as exited the hallway and emerged out into the sunny late afternoon.

Sett parted from Braum, taking the stairs two at a time as he surveyed the area, trying to see if he could catch sight of you. He quickly crossed the sand, making a beeline for the ice cream stand, even if it seemed like a longshot. He passed by a group of kids throwing sand on an older man sleeping on a towel, but ignored it and kept going. If anything was on fire, Braum could put it out. Sett’s sole focus right now was finding you and hoping you’d let him explain himself.

His chest felt heavy with anger and regret. How could he have let this happen? He hadn’t realized how cruel those women could be, and it had led to them making you believe he thought you were some freak he was using for convenience, which could not be farther from the truth.

Seeing those two talk about you like you were a pariah had brought him right back to when he was younger, to what he had endured at the hands of people just like Syndra and Sarah. People who had ostracized him, did their best to make him feel like he didn’t have a place here. Sett-the-beast-boy-bastard; the words had haunted him for a long time.

He had grown tough in response to the years of bullying, but you hadn’t. This was your first exposure to how awful this place could be. He and ma had dealt with it for years after pa ran off; he had nearly gotten expelled from school after a particularly bad fight with a kid that had made one too many nasty comments about his ma to his face.

Sett stopped, letting out a frustrated sigh as he saw the large closed sign on the front windows of the ice cream shop. So that was a bust. Without giving the store a second look, he continued on towards the rocks and then up to the parking lot.

There was only one other place to try. Chest tight, Sett followed the same path he had the night of your first date, the same path he took every time he walked you home. The walk there was one long blur, his feet unable to stop moving until the familiar house was in sight. Without a moment’s hesitation, Sett approached the front door, rapping his knuckles against the wood. When no answer came, he tried again, and after a few moments, the door opened to reveal Taliyah, who glared once she caught sight of him.

“What do you want?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Is she here? I need to talk to her,” Sett said, urgency bleeding into his voice.

Taliyah sighed, stepping outside and closing the door behind her. “You’re lucky I’m even talking to you after this. You don’t deserve to talk to her if that’s how you let your friends treat her.”

“They ain’t my friends,” Sett argued. “If I’d have known they were gonna pull that shit–”

A sly smile lifted the corner of Taliyah’s lips. “Good answer. If you had said anything else, then I’d be slamming the door in your face right about now.”

“Then can I–”

“Talk to her?” Taliyah interrupted. “Nope. Not a good idea.”

Sett’s face must have taken on a darker quality, because Taliyah retreated back a step, raising her hands in the air in mock surrender. “Relax, tough guy. I didn’t mean it like that. But she’s a little too upset to talk to you right now.”

The information only made Sett feel worse. He wanted so badly to talk to you, to do what he had wanted to do before this mess had happened and make you his girlfriend. You had never felt farther away than you did right now.

“Give me some time to calm her down. I can get her to be at the pier at seven, then the rest is up to you,” she said, levelling him with a stern look. “I know this wasn’t your fault. That’s the only reason I’m giving you a chance. She really likes you, so try not to make her feel any worse than she already does. Bye.”

And then Taliyah was gone, retreating back into the house and leaving Sett standing on the doorstep.

“Brought you some water,” Taliyah announced as she entered the room, glass in hand.

“Who was at the door?” you asked.

She shrugged. “Someone looking for my dad. Told them he’s not here.”

You nodded. It was probably too much to hope that it would be Sett. You winced as you thought his name. You hated how much you wanted to see him, someone who had used you to win some popular kid ugly date contest.

So it had all been a lie then? All the things he had told you about his life, his family? Every time he had kissed you, was he picturing kissing one of those girls instead? Is this really what popular people did for fun? You felt stupid for falling for it, for falling for him. You were so stupid.

With some prompting from Taliyah, you took a sip of the water. After she had made sure you had drank the whole glass, she sat down next to you, taking the glass from you and setting it down on the bedside table.

“I should have known,” you croaked.

“Known that popular girls are bitchy? Maybe,” she responded.

“That it was too good to be true,” you corrected.

“You’re acting like you’re eighty,” she scolded. “There are other guys out there. Ones who don’t have shitty friends.”

“Yeah, I know,” you replied. “But I really liked him. And I didn’t even get to pet his stupid fuzzy ears.”

“Well if you’re joking, then you must be doing okay,” she said. “How about we go do something to take your mind off of things?”

You frowned, and she rolled her eyes. “Not right this second. I’ll give you until six-thirty to get yourself ready to go.”

Taliyah got up off the bed and headed towards the door. “I’m not gonna let your night be ruined because of a couple of snobs.”

She closed the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts again. You laid back on the bed, intent on taking some time before you got ready to just veg out. As much as the notion of going out didn’t excite you right now, it was probably better than being a mopey mess all night. There would be other guys; it was just a shame that you had liked this one so much.

Two hours later, you were walking down the street with Taliyah. Your getting ready to go had consisted of washing your face of all the smeared makeup from your crying, brushing your hair into a semi-decent state and then watching dumb cat videos on your phone until you felt like you didn’t want to crawl in a hole and die.

Taliyah had assured you that you didn’t look bad, which you might have believed if you hadn’t seen yourself in the mirror as you were leaving, but at this point you were beyond caring about how you looked right now.

Taliyah had refused to tell you where she was taking you, and so you were forced to follow her down the familiar path towards the beach, unsure of where it was you were being led. Part of you was worried that you might run into Sett, but then the more rational side of you took over; he was likely back at that pool, partying it up with those girls and lamenting that you had run off before he could win his ugly date prize. It was crazy to realize just how flawed your judgment had been.

You had expected to be walking onto the beach, as it was where you two usually spent most of your time, but Taliyah didn’t go to the parking lot, instead heading towards the rockier section of the beach. You hadn��t been over here before, only vaguely aware of the area as a prime fishing location, bait shops and the like lining the street across from this part of the beachfront.

She took you past the fishing spots, down to near the end of the beach, where there was a small pier that went about thirty feet out into the sea. Like most of the beach at this time on a weekday, the pier was empty, most of the fishermen also having headed out with their day’s catches.

Taliyah led you down the pier to the small bench at the end of it, pushing you to sit down. When she didn’t do the same, you looked up at her, confused.

“I’ll be right back,” she said. “I’m gonna go grab something to help cheer you up. You just enjoy the view for a bit.”

You decided to follow her advice, staring out at the water. There wasn’t much to see other than some boats in the far distance and some buoys bobbing in the water that marked the swimming section from the boating section.

It was kind of nice in a way, the calm waters helping you to relax as you watched the waves roll in and out. You stayed like that for a while as you allowed yourself to zone out until you began to wonder how much time had passed. Pulling out your phone, you saw that it had been almost twenty minutes, and yet there was no sign of Taliyah as you looked around.

You had assumed that she went to get you two some food, which likely was still the case. Some of the places here tended to have rather large dinnertime crowds, so a twenty minute plus wait wasn’t exactly unusual. You had no idea where she had gone, so all you could do was wait. If she wasn’t back by seven, you would just text her and ask what was up.

You let yourself be taken in again by the rolling waves as you continued to wait, trying to recall what kinds of restaurants there were on the beachfront. It couldn’t be that fish and chips place; Taliyah had spent a full half hour last week complaining about how stale their food was. Or the taco place, since it had been closed for renovations for the past week. You had been trying to think of a third option when your concentration was broken by someone taking a seat next to you on the bench.

You looked over, expecting to see Taliyah back with some food, but instead nearly jolted off of the bench when next to you was the very man you were out here trying to forget.

Just seeing him when you were feeling so pathetic sent a jolt of you weren’t sure what up your spine, your flight instincts screaming at you as you made to stand up, only to be stopped by a firm grip on your wrist.

“I know you don’t wanna see my face right now,” Sett said. “But I can explain.”

“Explain what?” you replied meekly. “Those girls explained enough.”

“I haven’t,” he insisted. “Just listen for a minute. Then you can leave, or punch me, whatever you want.”

You took a look around, still not seeing Taliyah anywhere. You weren’t sure what he could have to say that would make much of a difference, but you sat back down, and he let go of your wrist.

You turned reluctantly to face Sett, waiting for him to talk first.

“Never told ‘em to do somethin’ like that,” he said gruffly. “Didn’t even know about it ‘til I got there and you weren’t there.”

“But they said…” you started, taking a breath to keep yourself calm as you prepared to recount the hurtful words. “They said you were only spending time with me so you could win their whole ugly date contest.”

Sett’s eyes narrowed, the skin of his knuckles tightening on his curling fists. “First I’ve heard of it. Ain’t no way you’d ever place in an ugly contest anyways.”

His words threw you. “Wait, so you don’t think I’m ugly?”

He snorted, a grin playing at his lips. “Well I was plannin’ on askin’ you to be my girlfriend after the party, so nah, I don’t think you’re ugly.”

“You–” you gasped, pulse skyrocketing. This was not how you expected this conversation to go. You were half convinced you were experiencing auditory hallucinations until Sett reached over, pulling you into his side.

“This is my fault,” he spoke lowly. “If I hadn’t been late, I’d have been there to stop that from happening.”

“What happened when you got there?” you asked quietly.

“Braum told me what happened, then those two tried tellin’ me they did it for my sake,” he growled. “I thought I was used to seein’ through bullies from how I grew up. Doesn’t matter now, they won’t be botherin’ you anymore unless they wanna find out why momma says I got her temper.”

“Why were you late anyways?” you asked.

He groaned, leaning his head back against the bench. Even with the sun mostly set, you could clearly see a pink tone to his cheeks.

“What is it?” you pressed, curious about why the intimidating lifeguard was suddenly being so shy.

He let out a long sigh, finally meeting your eyes. “Ma was doin’ my hair.”

You looked him over, realizing that his hair did seem to be tied differently today. The only thing that looked the same was his ears, just as fluffy as they always looked. You could almost hear Taliyah’s voice screaming in your head to pet them. Speaking of Taliyah…

“Taliyah!” you gasped, trying to extract yourself from Sett’s grip, but failing. If Taliyah was to come and see you here with the guy she had taken you out to forget about… “My friend, she’ll be back any second and–”

Sett laughed, and you were immediately left with the feeling that you were missing something.

“She ain’t comin’ back,” he said amusedly. “I’ve got you all to myself for the night… if that’s what you want.”

“Taliyah set me up?” you breathed, not having suspected a thing.

“I asked her to,” Sett explained. “Wasn’t about to let you go ‘cuz of some shallow assholes.”

Taliyah was much sneakier than you had given her credit for, you realized, but you couldn’t bring yourself to mind right now. Though that didn’t mean you weren’t hungry, your previous stress melting away and removing the only distraction from your empty stomach.

“So,” you hummed. “Are you still going to ask me to be your girlfriend?”

You still had no idea what would happen by the end of the summer, but you really wanted this. You wanted him.

“Yeah, was plannin’ on it.”

You had thought about it all the way back to Sett’s house. Was it really for the best to go back to your city when the summer was over? Back to your parents’ house to find an equally demanding and unfulfilling job?

The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to stay. Taliyah was here, Sett was here, and other than your brief nasty encounter at the pool earlier, this summer had been the best one you’d had in a long time.

Sett seemed intent on giving you more reasons to stay as he was on you pretty much as soon as you entered his house. You had been standing in the entryway, looking at a picture of what must have been Sett and his mother when he caught you off guard, picking you up from behind.

You yelped, turning your head back to face him just in time for him to dart forward to snatch a kiss.

“You’ll have time to look around later,” he said as he walked down the hall, nudging a door open with his shoulder and then taking you into what looked to be his bedroom.

Once again, you were scarcely granted a look around before Sett had overtaken your attention yet again. You were swiftly carried over and deposited on the bed, Sett eagerly caging your body down against the sheets with his own.

“I wanted to go slow,” he said against your ear. “Didn’t wanna mess things up. But that’s not what you want, is it?”

“No,” you gasped as he snaked a hand under your dress, and then under your swimsuit bottoms. “I… I want…”

“This?” he inquired, thumb brushing against your clit, causing you to jolt against him with a breathy moan. “Waited a long time to hear that.”

Seeking more room to work, Sett pulled back to reach down and pull down your swimsuit bottoms, tossing them to the side. You watched with reddening cheeks as he returned his attention to you, head disappearing under your dress next.

His first lick against your pussy felt back-archingly good, but you didn’t have a lot of room to move with Sett’s hands holding your lower half in place. His tongue felt slightly rough, bringing pricks of pleasure-pain along its path.

Closing your eyes tight, you tried not to squirm, but it was difficult as Sett’s tongue prodded inside you before moving back to sucking at your clit. It felt good, almost too good, but you found yourself wanting more than his mouth against you.

“Sett,” you moaned. “Please…”

You weren’t sure if he got the message until you reached down to grasp at one of his hands. He pulled back from you, wiping one forearm against the wet lower half of his face as he sat back. His position on his knees on the bed allowed you a good look at the decently-sized bulge in the front of his tight swim shorts.

Sett caught your eyes, reaching one hand down to cup his cock through his shorts. “All you, sweetheart. Still think I think you’re ugly?”

You somehow managed to shake your head, speechless from his ardent display of his body. Sett seemed to bask in just how speechless he had made you, a sexy grin overtaking his face as he stared down at you.

“Couldn’t ask for more than this,” he said. “But if you want more…”

He was such a tease. With a burning face, you relented.

“Could you just put it in me please?” you asked, too shy to make eye contact.

“Can do,” he replied, and you could easily hear the smug satisfaction in his voice.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Sett stood up from the bed to pull his shorts off, wincing slightly when he pulled the tight fabric over his painfully-hard cock. Tossing the shorts to the floor, his attention quickly returned to you.

Giving his cock a few slow strokes, he watched you sit up on the bed. Feeling a burst in confidence from his display, you reached down to the hem of your dress’ skirt before pulling it up and off your body, Sett’s hungry gold eyes unable to look away from you as you moved onto your swimsuit top.

Once your top was off, Sett struck, pulling you towards him. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he pulled you onto his lap, reaching around to your front to cup your breasts as his mouth went straight to your neck. His hands were warm against the sensitive skin of your breasts, rolling your nipples under his thumbs as his teeth scraped against a sensitive spot on your neck.

You felt his hard cock under you and shifted yourself against it, Sett letting out a deep groan in response. You could feel how wet you were, but this wasn’t enough. You needed to fuck him, needed this building tension to come to a satisfying end for you both.

You turned in his lap, looping your arms around his neck and leaning down to kiss him. Sett was happy to meet tongues with you, one hand resting on your ass until you pulled back from the kiss.

You met eyes with Sett, who began to help you lift yourself up, lining up his cock with his other hand. When he brought you back down onto him, you both sighed as you were fully seated on his cock at last.

“Nothin’ else would feel as good as you,” Sett groaned as he began to help you move and up and then back down onto him. “Never wanted any girl as bad as I want you.”

You were much less coherent, moaning out his name as your hands grasped against his chest. With a further burst of confidence, you reached a hand up to his ear, running your fingers along the fur and enjoying the resulting groan, the next upward thrust of his hips hitting even better into you. Maybe you would leave this out at Taliyah’s interrogation later.

“There,” you moaned as he shifted you in his lap, his cock hitting even deeper inside you. “Right there, Sett.”

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, pulling you down into a rough kiss as he held you close, thrusting up into you as you eagerly moved along with him, needing to make this gorgeous man under you cum.

Sett came first, stilling for a moment before pulling you slightly back to put a finger to your clit, letting you cling to him as you followed him over the edge.

Once you had both come back down from the clouds, you were set back gently on the bed so Sett could run off to grab a cloth to clean you up with. You watched him leave the room, still having a hard time comprehending just how you had ended up this situation.

You definitely had some phone calls to make tomorrow. Your parents would be surprised, but you would probably focus on the Taliyah part rather than the new boyfriend part of your reasoning. Taliyah would be overjoyed for sure; you’d have to thank her for her meddling when you saw her.

As Sett returned, you realized something.

“Wait, is your mom home?” you asked in horror. You hadn’t made any effort to be quiet during sex, forgetting about his mother until he re-entered the room.

Sett laughed at your mortified face. “I don’t live with ma, so no.”

“Oh god,” you breathed in relief. “I was worried I was too…”

“She ain’t here,” he replied as he joined you on the bed, handing you the cloth he had grabbed. “You can be as loud as you want.”

You dropped the cloth, burying your head in your hands, Sett’s amused laughter ringing in your ears as you tried to content with just what you had signed yourself up for.

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