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ride-a-dromedary · 6 months
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[I thought you might care to have a drink with me.]
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prettyboykatsuki · 3 months
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— ❈ YOU'RE SO PRETTY, BABY.
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▸ prompt ; companions and their responses to being called pretty boy / pretty girl.
▸ a/n ; bit of a generic post im sorry forreal. while i was originally just going to write this for astarion i had ideas for. all the other companions.
most of the characters have a reader w a specific class or background, all varied! also spoilers for gale, shadowheart, karlach, and lae'zel.
reader / tav is always gender neutral!
▸ wc ; about 4.5k, about 700+ words per companion.
ft. astarion, wyll, gale, shadowheart, karlach, lae'zel
no minthara or halsin bc i could not bring myself to write it. but maybe later if enough people ask lol.
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❈ ASTARION ;
Astarion tries his very best to find your affection for him trite, even when he knows it doesn't feel that way. It's an instinct for him, one you'll simply have to make peace with you if you're really planning on tailing him to the end of the world.
Truth be told though, he likes your generally affectionate nature. He hasn't reached a point he can admit this so openly, but the comfortable and easy way you reach for him is nice. He likes how your hands seem to stretch for him, the way you cling to his spine when you sleep in his tent and the likes.
And while he is not stranger to hypocrisy, he thinks it'd be amiss to try and bar you from calling him any pet names when he calls you so many. He's got quite a few handy. Darling is a favorite, followed by dear, and sometimes my love when he can muster up the courage to mean it instead of saying it like he's trying to perform.
You like to call Astarion by his name though, most often. He isn't exactly sure why you're so fond of it, and truthfully he's done little to consider his own name. You say it wonderfully though, tasteful and loving and soft.
Sometimes you gasp it in offense or horror or shock, other times in pleasure. Sometimes you whimper it in your sleep, groping around until your hands fist in the material of his shirt and you drag him back to you.
In any case, he's used to hearing his name. So hearing you utter the words pretty boy to him, he can't help but be a little shocked.
You're a little tipsy. A hard, arduous journey of fighting githyanki soldiers has taken a terrible toll on your normal inhibitions. You're quite flushed while you're drunk, and all the same sitting in his lap like you've not a care in the world.
Astarion doesn't mind holding you. In fact, he's thinking of all the terribly teasing things he can say to you come morning. So far, you've done nothing but mumble. It's a sudden movement, your hands clasped around his face.
"Feeling forward are we darling?" He says, like second nature. It's so reactionary it's banal, though he does have some enthusiasm since the flirtation is directed at you. Instead of your usual giggling, you stare at him with your lips parted.
"I suppose I am pretty boy," You reply, a completely foreign confidence in your voice that stops him dead in his tracks. Underneath the thick layer of flirtation is sincerity so unmistakable it almost proves to be too much "Could I ask you to keep me company?"
Astarion is, eternally grateful about the fact you don't get much more than that out of you. He spends the entire night thinking about it. You're certainly not the first to call him pretty, and that particular phrasing has been thrown to him more than once.
Yet it rings a little differently. The way you said it so tenderly, your hands stroking the nape of his neck and cupping his face. Well, it's not nothing. He can't decide if he hates it or not until the next morning comes.
Your eyes flutter open as light pours through the open part of his tent. You reach over to him with a deep sigh, engaging in some quiet morning affection when you repeat yesterdays sentiment.
"Good morning, my very pretty boy," You say - and this time Astarion is sure whatever he is feeling he has not ever felt previously "Sorry for the antics last night."
"So your memory hasn't failed you. Good to know." Astarion says back. You laugh lightly. "Your charming little pet name worried me quite a bit."
"Nothing to worry about my love." You say, warm and nuzzling into his neck likely to cool yourself from over-heating "I really do find you very pretty."
He can't help the feeling that floods his sense. He likes it even though he feels a little clingy, but perhaps there's no need to admit that.
"Oh, really, darling? How sweet you are. Tell me again, then. Just for kicks this time."
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❈ WYLL ;
it's a matter of getting used to it for Wyll.
For the first month of your adventuring together, pretty boy, had been a somewhat condescending substitute for his name. Among other ones, like daddy's boy and prince. None of the pet names held any real affection.
You liked getting under his skin, after all.
You didn't get on at first, not for a long while. You're a rogue, a ratty street urchin turned mercenary who'd spent your youth climbing through the soil and mud of the Lower City's underbelly. Your words verbatim, not his. At first, your resentment for him caught him off guard, especially because Wyll prefers to keep the peace and get along with everyone. But, he had a difficult time understanding you, even with his people skills
Eventually it clicked that your resentment was less towards him, and more towards what he represents. You're a Baldurian, but one abandoned by the city and it's people. What else could the Ravengards represent if not the future you never had a chance to look towards.
It was easier after that. And Wyll had promised to himself to observe you closer. In that, he found to like you a great deal.
He's fond of pet names in general, but more fond of you lately. At the beginning of your adventure, it was a little difficult to get accustomed to your... roughness. You lack delicacy, but you're not exactly silver tongued.
Yet, you're not as cruel as you make yourself out to be. Contrarily, while you've traveled together, Wyll bore witness to only gentleness. Nothing more. The words you spoke about only doing things for coin had been clearly disproved by your countless acts of charity. Especially gentle and kind to children, and especially unforgiving to the rich and unhelpful.
Once he got used to it, there was something kind of...sweet about it. To see you say one thing and do another had it's own novelty that Wyll grew fond of you.
It was the night of tiefling party that roused his feelings. That night, he'd watched you play with the tiefling children all night, teaching them tricks of the trade.
And you'd started falling for him, too, judging by the way your usual snark was nowhere to be found.
Especially vivid is the change in your tone when you call him the same way you did before.
"We'll take a short rest for you, pretty boy." Your voice murmurs, looking carefully over his wounds while place down your own weapons "Get your spells back. Organize our things in the mean time."
He gives you look, examining your own worry before his smile stretches into one of fondness. It doesn't bother him at all, not anymore. No, lately - it sounds rather fond, and each time Wyll hears it, it does something for ego.
"No need for the concern, though I am appreciative," He says, not bothering to mask the smug quality in his voice at your change. He delights in it a little, admittedly . "I'll be alright soon enough."
You don't seem to notice, too busy wiping your blade of fresh blood, metal shiny as moonlight. "And there's no need for your heroism, Blade of Frontiers. Have some discernment about time and place."
You look up at him with your brows furrowed, and Wyll can barely help himself. "Are you worried I'll lose what's left in my appearances? I'm just telling you there's no need to trouble yourself over it."
It takes you a while to register to his words, but when it finally does - your eyes blow wide. The look of embarrassment on your face is well worth it.
"I thought you hated when I called you that." You say coolly.
"It's not so bad," He says back tenderly, staring at you "At least not anymore."
You pout a little. Wyll fights some unspoken urge to kiss you. A little longer.
"I prefer when you're acting oblivious,"
"Sorry to disappoint."
He lets his head lay on the wall behind him - reaching a hand for yours instead, trying to rest up as promised. He sees you smiling from the corner of his eye and affirms it to himself. You squeeze, soft, but otherwise say nothing about it.
Yes, lately, nothing you say could get under his skin. Even when you so obviously try.
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❈ GALE ;
Gale is always the poet, never the muse.
He thought highly of his relationship with Mystra, and in many ways still does. He loved her. This much is true. He can't say for any certainty if she had loved him just as much, or at all. He wasn't the first mortal, and would hardly be the last.
But he loved her, enough to write about her and wax poetic about all that he'd lost.
When Gale examines any of his past relationship, he realizes this is some kind of pattern. Gale is good at being loving, but he does not know for certain if any of them loved him back. Or if he was loved in the way he loves - if it was anything near close. Gale had thought, at one point, it was just matter of destiny. Gale is after all, a man who bleeds with all he has.
He can't blame anyone for loving him less than when he is categorically too much. He thought that way for a long time, destined himself to never find love again or beg for Mystra's forgiveness for some new found purpose.
When you came into his life, he hadn't been sure what would come of your relationship. Certainly a brain parasite would make camp a difficult place for romance, but the two of you managed against all odds. Among all the things that Gale finds astonishing about your relationship - it's your affection for him that catches him the most off-guard.
It's a little sad, he can admit. But it's true. When you speak to Gale, your voice is always soft. It's never demanding. Before, always, there had been some kind of expectation. Gale had to be a certain way, to pour himself into someone else for the sake of it being returned.He loved. Surely he loved.
But now, lately, you love him back. Overwhelmingly. The easiness of your love makes him feel a little... spoiled. Which is embarrassing, at the stage of life he's in. He finds the whole thing tips him over the edge. The heat creeping up his neck every time he remembers. Your hand brushing against the back of his neck, cupping his face so gently.
Gale, perhaps unsurprisingly, is fond of your various pet names. All of them sound good. Make him feel important and desired. You like to call him a bookworm, sometimes you call him baby (which he really likes much more than he is ever willing to admit), and other times you settle on saying my love.
Pretty boy is new. Pretty boy is different, and makes heat crawl up the back of Gale's neck like a smitten school boy.
It has a special effect on Gale.
In between classes, spoken with your hands cupping his face as he leans on his desk. The sunlight is pouring through the large paneled windows, casting a warmth on your expression. Gale is sat on his desk, making you eye-level.
"I'm glad you've come to see me," Gale says to you first, breaking a period of comfortable silence. You're a busy person, given all the heroics. Gale finds it troublesome, despite the fact you've moved with him to Waterdeep. Your reputation precedes you "It's been ages,"
"Of course I'd come to see you, pretty boy," You hum, thumb brushing under his cheek - carefully drawing a line "You're very healing to look at."
The effect is rather immediate. As soon as the words leave your lips, spoken to him so lovingly - he unlocks a part of himself he always seems to forget about. Forgets himself in a fundamental way, the flurry of heat and euphoric sensation of adoration washing over him like water.
He gives you a look, and you laugh - pressing your thumb to his lower lip as you lean in for a kiss. "Stop pouting, will you?"
"I'm doing nothing of the sort," He insists, kissing you despite him. You laugh into, warm and bubbly. For a minute, he remembers all he might've lost had he done what Mystra told him.
He's glad he's alive. To feel you.
"You very much are," You reply back, once you've managed to pull away from each other "Don't be so surprised. You've always been very pretty to me."
He blushes again, deeper, and closes his eyes.
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❈ SHADOWHEART ;
You don't often communicate your feelings to Shadowheart through words.
You're something of a stoic. Of the few people in Shadowheart's past who remain by her side, many of them communicate about how surprised they are about your partnership. Shadowheart is known to be a little snarky, witty. She used to be very prickly, at the start of your adventure together - so everyone questions how you were able to win her heart.
Truthfully, Shadowheart didn't know what to make of your personality at first. There's a silence to you. Maybe she should expect this of paladin so loyal. A Paladin of Torm, the unswerving enemy of injustice and corruption. You've always been a devout person, putting action and justice over everything. She hated it at first, a natural response for a Sharran, she figures.
Once she'd left it all behind, she could no longer use it as an excuse.
Truth be told, Shadowheart had always liked that aspect of you. Your devotion spoke to something greater than your oath or even your god. You had simply believed in the world, and inadvertently in her. You saved her from herself, her parents from her fate, and then some.
Your devotion to her as a lover isn't something so different. She often thinks you would swear yourself to her if you could. For Shadowheart, your affection is akin to worship. Every morning, the animals are tended and the flower bed is damp. You wake her mother up without a start, remind her of where she is without making her feel ashamed. You're good to her father, talk to him of worldly politics at the dinner table.
She has no complaints to make about you. Your love for her is tangible, something she can reach out and touch with her fingers.
She's unused to hearing your affections, though. Unused to hearing the words.
You lay together in the darkness. You're alone tonight, the entire cabin empty. Her mother and father have gone together on an outing together, after you accompanied them into the city. You've finally returned, put the horses up in the stable, and have to come to her side.
Shadowheart likes to lay in your arms. She lets herself curl into your weight, inhales the scent of your skin - earthy and rich as you let your arm fold around her waist. She lays ontop of you today, her whole body on yours like a blanket.
She looks up at you, her her tied loosely. She can practically feel how glowy her own expression is as she examines you - sees her reflection in your irises.
You let your hand lay over her back, reaching up underneath her nightwear to lay touch her skin. She gives you a look - her smile small, sincere. Your own expression is tired from travel, but fond. You insisted on taking her parents instead of letting them go alone.
She loves you more than she cares to admit.
"You're staring." She comments blithely "See something you like?"
Normally you'd flush a little at this, silent as you kiss her forehead or cheek. This time though, you use your fingers to brush the stray hairs from her face and nod.
"Yes, pretty girl," You hum, nonchalantly. Sagely. "I really do,"
She's so caught off guard, she can't help but gape. She lifts herself slightly to stare at you in shock.
"I've never heard you talk like that. Not once while we've been together. I mean.. you've called me beautiful but," Shadowheart stumbles, a fluttery feeling in her stomach she'd rather ignore "But it's never like that,"
"I think it more often that I say it,"
"And you always think to call me that?"
"Like I said, often," You look over he carefully, before your lips pull into an easy smile "You're pretty to the point I want to tell you all the time,"
Shadowheart is scarcely embarrassed by anything. She's a practiced woman at this point in her life. It's almost juvenile the way the words effect her. It's you saying it that makes all the difference. The way you've said it that makes her squirm. She lets out a little puff of air, silent as you laugh.
"Pretty girl," You repeat, warm and gentle and laced with exhaustion "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met."
Shadowheart tucks her face into your neck, voice as soft a murmur as the sound of her own heart rings in her ears.
"Don't make a habit of talking like that," She huffs "I already know, but I suppose it doesn't hurt to hear."
You smile brightly. "I'm glad,"
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❈ KARLACH ;
Karlach adores you, utterly and completely.
She's a little caught off-guard by it. Just when she'd convinced herself she couldn't love you more, you surprise her all over again. She'd probably harbored some sort of affection for you from the start of your adventure together, when you'd gone to bat for her and make sure Wyll didn't take her head as a trophy.
Since then, though - on your journey together, she'd taken careful notice of you. And gods, she likes you. You're very different she must admit. Where Karlach is strong and fiery, you're cool and calculated. She figured that's just what magic users are like, but Gale is pretty keen on correcting this assumption. You're a sorcerer, specifically, means the whole magic thing is in your composition and not your study.
Which explained why your head isn't the books like their local wizard. She does find you to be rather charming. You're good at talking your way in and out of almost everything, and you can outwit even the cleverest people on camp. You'd think it'd make you... annoying. Or cruel. And sure, you're a little calculating - but mostly, you're sweet.
Karlach's really never met anyone like you before. Her companionship is a little limited because before the Blood Wars, she was a rag-tag kid in the street of the city. But you grew up in a noble house, learned to charm and finesse your way through everything. You know how to read situations before they've even happened.
And you always explain them to her afterwards.
You make Karlach nervous, strangely. Which is wild! When it comes to socializing, she can get along with almost anyone. You though, you always see right through her. You know when she's using her own personality as a shield, and you always know just when to intervene. Or when to say nothing, and just let her sit with you.
The day she blew up at you, after defeating Gortash - you'd handled it better than she could've hoped. You were comforting, and kind, and let her feel it out without making her feel bad. With you, she felt hopeful despite knowing that the end was probably going to come for her eventually.
With you, she thinks she could endure even the end of the world.
You're in the city now, no longer sleeping in the woods. When everyone else has gone to bed, Karlach finds you in the study, a room attached to the main living quarters.
She knocks before entering. Your voice is soft as you tell her to come in. Dressed in your comfy night clothes, your hair damp from washing up. You're bent over the desk with a furrow in your brow that Karlach finds sweet.
"Hey, baby," She asks, her heart thumping soft "Hope I'm not disturbin' your research."
"Of course not," You reply back, encouraging her towards you "I'm actually due a break."
Wordlessly, you sit up from your chair, pointing for Karlach to sit. She follows through, a little confused as to what you're doing before you plop yourself back into her lap. She throws her head back in laughter.
"Don't know what I was expecting there," She giggles, arm curling around your waist "All cozy?"
"Mm," You melt yourself into her embrace, turning to look at her. Your eyes are soft, free hand cupping her face "I'm cozy. What's keeping you up, pretty girl?"
The words catch her off guard completely, her engine flaring from the heat.
"Shit, what's with that?" She glances down at you, smiling like the cheeky fucker you are "I can't get any redder, you know? It's making my engine burn."
"You like it, no?" Your voice is smooth, smug in a way that gets her hot "My pretty girl,"
Karlach stares at you as you say it. Traces the curve of your lips, the slight arch of your brow. Asses the weight and warmth of you as you lay your legs over her lap and feels her body start to react. She didn't think it was possible to feel so complete by someone, even among the impending doom at the end of the world.
With you it fades away to nothing. Permission to want freely, she had no idea she had wanted that so bad. She had no idea she could want more when you'd already given her so much.
It's nice to be greedy. A little greed is fine, after everything.
"If you keep talking to me like that, we're going to do a lot more than just sitting, you know?" She tells you seriously.
You smile and laugh but don't deny her "Only if you say please,"
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❈ LAE'ZEL ;
The Githyanki do not fall in love.
It's a fact of the culture, a mark of their honor. Love is for the soft, tender fleshed species of the material planes. It does not suit warriors, not the ruthless githyanki who spend their entire lives training the sword and learning magic. Love had always been a flimsy concept to Lae'zel. To the point she'd never thought about it or cared too. For the gith, there is only pleasure and carnal desire. The foolishness of longing can only be harbored in the lesser existence of the outer-world. The world outside of her creche.
For a long time, this was true for Lae'zel. She had never intended her time in the material plane to weaken her in the ways in which it did. Or that the experience of a ghaik parasite trapped behind her eyes would will her into cooperation with lesser beings. In many ways egregious, unfathomable. In trying to rid herself of one parasite, she'd found herself another one - more intolerable and more consuming than the first.
You. What a foreign and remarkable bond. From the beginning she had told you the truth, that the gith do not love and she would not be able to love you. Though she could admit passion, admit admiration for your courage, admit possession - she could not admit love. She knew nothing of it.
Over the course of your journey, you'd managed to prove her wrong. Slowly stripped bare of the identity she'd made her life around, you stripped Lae'zel down to her soul. Her most honored solider, and most formidable ally. When the time came, you'd told her to do what she must, to liberate her people. That you'd be there when she returned.
That you'd wait for her.
Months apart with few visits in between meant that each time Lae'zel sees you must make every minute count. Enjoying your body and indulging in carnal pleasures is only so much of that. What Lae'zel looks forward too most, she must admit, is the gentleness of your touch whenever she comes back to Fae'run.
Soft warm whispers among the indulgent plush of bed sheets and candles. A room that smells like lavender and oak, prayer books and scripture littered on the desk. A cleric of Bahamut, and a soul strong as steel.
But this, her head resting in your lap as you stroke her hair so carefully, is what she's missed most of all. No doubt she's going soft.
"Chk. You are smitten by the text in front of you as if you have forgotten of my return,"
You look down at Lae-zel with a laugh, carefully placing said book down on the bedside table. The voice you speak with her is different from her own. Tender fleshed even in your speech, you let her curl herself into you.
A vulnerable position, open to whatever may come.
"I'm sorry, pretty girl," You hum. The words practically startle her "I don't mean to neglect you. It was an interesting passage."
"Pretty...It is true among the githyanki, I am among the finest of their ranks," She replies, turning herself towards you - getting comfortable "Yet still, something stirs."
"Are you embarrassed?" You reply, delighted as her frown deepens. Before she has a chance to argue with you, you lean down to press your lips against hers briefly "How sweet of you."
"I do not get embarrassed," She insists, scowling as you begin to giggle at her "It was merely unexpected."
"You're beautiful to me, Lae'zel." You hum, stroking her cheek gently as she continues to lay herself across. Your eyes are tender and lidded. That look of obsession she recalled from the months prior returned in full, and no longer hidden. Unlike your other mortal companions, or the pale elf - there is nothing hidden in your words. No agenda "More beautiful than anyone else. At least to me. Getting to look at you so closely is a gift."
She softens, her hand gripping yours resting on her chest
"When it is over," She says seriously, a solemness to her voice "I will return to you. This I swear. Without you, the liberation of my people would be no less then a dream,"
You return her smile in kind.
"My pretty, wonderful girl," You hum. She loves you. She thinks she understands it now "I know you'll return to me, nailo. You always keep your promises."
"Yes," She says, an unfamiliar emotion overwhelming her "I will not forsake all we have promised."
The affection in your voice shakes Lae'zel to her core. Initial abrasion fades only into warmth. It's not so bad to hear, even if it is tender fleshed.
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▸ a/n ; the word reader uses for lae'zel is elvish for swift winds!! reader is meant to be sort of a book worm so you do not need to picture them as a elf and more of a linguist.
this is the most substantial thing i've written in the last few weeks so commentary is very appreciated. i'd be willing to do a minthara and halsin addition to this eventually if anyone is interested!!
anyways, baldurs gate companions i love u. reblogs so appreciated !
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mvybanks · 1 year
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peer pressure
summary: you had never given in to peer pressure; however, you couldn’t help but give in to your best friend’s. — or, in which frat!rafe realized he didn’t want to be your best friend anymore. (inspired by peer pressure by julia michaels and james bay)
pairing: frat!rafe x innocent bestfriend!reader
a/n: in my head this was supposed to be much more sexy than fluffy but i’m a flangst slut and i can’t help it. i’m kinda insecure about some parts but i really wanted to post it so i hope you like it! and big thanks to @tee-swizzle for being the sweetest person on earth and supporting me when i thought everything about this was shit lol (also i probably should’ve proofread it one more time but i’m too lazy and tired to do that)
warnings: SMUT 18+!!, innocence kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, penetration, loss of virginity, alcohol, rafe chokes someone (oops), lil bit of angst but mostly fluff towards the end
word count: 9.9k
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You had always hated those loud college parties, mixed with a fog of alcohol and smoke and a crowd of horny students, ready to find their companion for the rest of the night. And yet, there you were, doing exactly what everyone was.
You had never gotten drunk, however the knowledge that your best friend was there for you, protecting you like he always did, had convinced you to try a drink, or three, maybe five? Well, the number of drinks you had had wasn’t important, you still had another in your hand as you swayed your hips to the music.
You were standing on a table in the middle of the living room of the frat house where the party was taking place, raising your arms and unconsciously making your crop top reveal even more your naked skin. You could hear some men cheering and laughing, but you obliviously didn’t believe that those were about you.
Suddenly, a hand started tugging on your wrist, pointing your attention to the owner; a smile broke out on your face at the sight of your best friend, although he didn’t look much happy.
“What are you doing up there? Get down!” He shouted to make sure you heard him through the loud music.
To say Rafe was furious is an understatement; every single guy was eyeing you even from across the room, the drunk girl that was half naked and was dancing for anyone to see.
“But I’m having fun!” Your pouting lips would’ve absolutely floored him if he hadn’t been too busy with assuring that you were safe and away from some of the perverts that were hanging out at the party.
He said your name sternly and when you looked at his expression, you couldn’t disobey him. Every time he gazed at you with those piercing blue eyes and that unreadable look in them, you became putty in his hands, and you were pretty sure he knew it.
You accepted his hand and let him help you sit on the table you were previously standing on and then leave the surface, your feet thumping on the ground as you jumped off. He didn’t say anything as he led you upstairs and walked you towards his room.
When you got to the door, you turned around to face him and threw your arms around his neck, studying his face as a confused look began to form on his features. Your hands slowly fell from their previous position to his chest while his breath itched at the contact; you had never been so forward.
“You’re pretty,” you giggled.
He chuckled at your words, “thanks, sweetheart,” his fingers gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and your eyes closed at the wonderful feeling that was his touch, “let’s get you to bed now, mh?”
You whined and looked up at him, “I don’t wanna! Wanna stay here with you.”
“I’ll stay with you, don’t worry.”
Rafe leaned in to open the door but you took advantage of the situation and placed your hands on his cheeks, bringing his face close to yours as you pecked his lips. His eyes widened and you giggled again before kissing his mouth, savoring the feeling of his soft lips brushing against yours. A hand was gently placed on your waist, keeping you close to his body. Rafe completely forgot about your state for a second, he had been dreaming about the taste of your mouth and of your cherry chapstick since the moment he had met you.
Your lips slightly parted on their own and he got a taste of the strong alcohol on your breath, reminding him of what he was doing.
Shit.
He, reluctantly, pulled away, “you’re drunk.”
“‘m not,” you slurred, reaching for the collar of his polo shirt to bring him down again, but he pushed you away.
“You should go to sleep, sweetheart.”
Rafe opened the door that was behind you and gently pushed you inside as you stumbled a little, his hands the only reason why you were still standing on your feet. You threw yourself on his bed and nuzzled your head against his pillow as he lowly chuckled at your antics. He had never seen you like this and he had to admit that seeing you drunk for the first time was a sight, although his hands itched to touch you again.
He brought you some water and made you sit up, before he brought the small bottle to your lips. Once you drank enough and pulled away from the plastic, you let your hand cradle his face again as you tilted your head to the side, admiring his features.
“You’re a good friend, Rafe,” you sighed.
He sent you a sweet smile and softly kissed your forehead, “goodnight, pretty girl.”
“Mhh, night,” your head hit the comfortable pillow, Rafe’s scent crowding your senses, “I liked the kiss, by the way.”
He swore he almost choked on his own spit, but when he looked at you, you had already fallen asleep, leaving him a confused mess.
You and Rafe had been friends for a year, and became really close, so much that you believed you were each other’s best friend. There wasn’t one thing that he wouldn’t do for you and it was obvious to anyone how much affection there was between you, which made jealousy grow among your peers. You see, Rafe was hot, that’s how every single person on campus described him, and it wasn’t a secret that lots of people had a crush on him. He’d had his long line of meaningless hookups and yet, for some reason, he wanted you in a different way. Was he madly attracted to you? Of course, but there was something else that lured him in your arms, and that was a first for him. He craved you, everyday, and the way you always batted those pretty eyelashes at him, innocently, as if you didn’t know what you were doing to him, drove him insane. The thing was, you really didn’t know what you were doing, and although you and him had been friends for a long time, he didn’t know how much inexperienced you were. However, Rafe wasn’t the only person that people gawk at when he walked into a class or a party; you spent so much time at the frat house he lived at that lots of guys had taken interest in you, but you were oblivious to their advances…or at least when they still tried to flirt with you. Once word got around of how protective your best friend was of you, no one tried to be more than just friendly.
Unbeknownst to him, Rafe had been your first kiss and the only thing that you regretted was that you had been so drunk that he probably thought you didn’t want it; but you did.
That night, he couldn’t get you out of his head. His dirty mind kept thinking about your hands on his chest, and what if he had been shirtless? Your perfectly manicured nails raking down his naked skin, his lips pressed against your neck; he dreamed about the sound of your whimpers and moans of his name. He had never wanted someone so badly, he wanted to make you his and let everyone know that they weren’t allowed to touch his girl.
The morning after, you woke up with a pounding headache, wrapped in the covers of Rafe’s bed as he slept on the floor, a pillow and a couple of blankets the only things that kept him comfortable. You couldn’t really remember much of the night before, but you sure as hell knew that you had gotten drunk and that your friend had taken care of you, which made a smile creep up on your face.
You looked down at him and at his perfect features, analyzing everything about his sleeping expression: his beautiful eyes were closed, his mouth was slightly agape as soft snores came out of it, his hair was a mess and you had to stop yourself from reaching down and run your fingers through it.
“‘S not nice to stare, y’know?” Rafe’s voice pulled you out of your trance and a rosy blush formed on your cheeks at his words.
“Sorry, I was-“
He chuckled, “I was just kidding, sweetheart,” he stretched his tired and stiff limbs before resting his weight on his elbows to look up at you, “how you feeling?”
You snuggled further into the pillow under your head, enjoying the fact that it still smelled like your favorite boy, “my head hurts.”
He all but giggled at the sight of your pout, but it didn’t last long for it reminded him of when you had pressed your perfect lips against his and had made him a flustered mess. He raised from the floor and started rummaging through your bag, knowing full well you had to had something for your headache, and you did. He walked back to his bed and sat next to you as he handed you the aspirin and the water bottle that was still on his bedside table from the night before. You sent him a weak smile in appreciation, melting his insides at the sight, and downed the pill by tipping your head back.
Once you had managed to swallow the medicine, he completely laid his legs on the bed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his whole body aching to have you close to him. You accepted the gesture and cuddled closer to him, resting your arm around his torso.
“Thank you,” you mumbled before relaxing completely against him chest.
Did you remember about the kiss? That was what Rafe kept wondering about. Was that just a drunk mistake or was there something else beneath it? Did you want it?
To be honest, you didn’t remember; not at first, at least. But even when the memories began to come back to you, you were so embarrassed that your true feelings for him had been spilled that you couldn’t talk to him about, and neither did he. Weeks went by and nothing ever came up, between exams and Rafe getting sick, there was never a good time. You didn’t forget about the things he had said to you when he was delirious from his high fever: “y’know how i feel ‘bout you, darlin’; ‘s not a secret. When you kissed me that night - shit. Was so glad you were drunk, ‘cause if you hadn’t been, ‘m not sure i would’ve been able to stop.”
The words replayed in your head like a broken record. Had he meant them? How could you have ever known how he felt about you? He was supposed to be your best friend, for God’s sake!
Therefore you tried to push away all of your instincts, and so did he. Until one night, you dropped the bomb.
You were in the living room, sitting on the couch with your legs propped up on Rafe’s lap, some of the guys were sprawled out on the couch opposite to yours and on the floor as you all went around asking some questions about each other. It was supposed to be a bonding moment for them, but they had also invited you, claiming that you were an honorary member and deserved to be there; you had been so happy when Rafe had told you how important that was.
Nate, your best friend’s roommate, had just finished talking about the first time he had gotten drunk and his parents had grounded him for trying to enter his house by breaking his window, when he turned to you, ready to ask you something about yourself.
“Alright, Y/n, tell us about…your first kiss,” he asked nonchalantly, after all they had all answered to much more personal questions, hell, one of them had described their first time, which wasn’t pretty at all, but you still felt on display. None of them knew the truth and although he had probably asked that question because he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable with a more personal one, you couldn’t shake off the blush on your cheeks.
You were pretty sure the tips of your ears turned bright red as you avoided everyone else’s eyes, especially Rafe’s, although you wished he would have come to your rescue and told him to change the question; instead, he turned his head to you, slightly tilting his head.
“Y’know, you’ve never told me ‘bout it,” he said, curiosity, and obliviousness, clear in his tone.
Of course, you couldn’t sense the jealousy laced in his voice.
“C’mon, we don’t need the details! At least tell us who it was with,” Nate inquired, not realizing that your shyness wasn’t about the kiss itself but the person you had shared it with.
“It was with…uhm, Rafe,” you mumbled, barely audible as they all stared at you, none of them understanding what you had just said.
“What?” One of the guys asked.
You took a deep breath, “I said,” you swallowed thickly, “it was with Rafe.”
Some of them chuckled and others clapped, while a couple of ‘i knew it’ and ‘i sure don’t do that with my best friend’ rang across the room. You tentatively turned to him, his eyes ready to pop out of his skull. What you didn’t know was that you had turned him on with just a couple of words, no way you had never kissed anyone; he knew you weren’t experienced in that area, but God, the fact that you were that inexperienced had made him, for some reason, so feral that he wanted to be the one to take the rest of your firsts, he wanted them to belong to him and no one else’s.
Rafe stood up and took your hand as he wordlessly led you outside the room, the guys’ cheering loud and clear while he flipped them without even turning around. He brought you to his room, not a word shared between you as he closed the door.
“Rafe, listen,” you tried to finally break the excruciating silence but he stopped you, gazing at you from across the room.
“Is it true?”
“What?”
“Is it true that I was your first kiss or did you just say that for giggles and shit?” His voice was firm and he almost sounded angry as he was determined on keeping his distance from you.
“Why would I lie about that? Of course it’s true!”
He took a couple of steps towards you as you were leaned against his desk; your position gave him a good show of your exposed legs from your short skirt and he had to use all of his self control to stop looking at them and focus on your face.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice lowered and the air thickened around you.
You shrugged, “you never asked.”
His intense gaze made something you couldn’t put a name to grow in you; actually, you knew what it was, what he had made you feel for a while since your first kiss, and maybe even before that: desire; and yet you still lied to yourself about your feelings for your best friend. The more he walked closer to you, the more the feeling grew and you didn’t know how to stop it.
He licked his lips and looked away for a moment, “I didn’t know you could remember that night.”
“I was drunk and it was the first time so I couldn’t remember who the kiss was with nor the details,” you sighed heavily as you threw your head back for a second, showing him your neck and everything in him ached to mark your perfect skin up, “I realized it was you only a couple of days later.”
He took another step, his legs brushing against yours.
“You never brought it up.”
“Neither did you,” you broke eye contact, too embarrassed to let him see the contrasting emotions written all over your face, “why are we talking about this, Rafe? What’s the problem?”
He completely hovered over you, his hands on either side of your body as he rested his weight on them; you had to tilt your head back to look at him, so close that you could feel his heavy breaths.
“The problem is that I didn’t want our first kiss to happen like that,” he rasped.
You swallowed, looking into his ocean blue eyes, which had gotten darker, more intense, as he stared down at you. You tried not to tremble under his gaze; no one had ever made you feel like he did.
“How was it supposed to happen?” you whispered.
He bent his head to whisper in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers up your spine as his lips brushed against your lobe, “I was supposed to take you in my arms and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe anymore.”
Goosebumps littered your skin, the little hairs on your neck standing straight as he kissed your jaw once, then your neck, before continuing his speech with his lips against your skin, “until our lips were swollen,” another kiss, “and you could barely think about anything else but me,” your hand instinctively flew in his hair to gently push it out of his face as a smirk etched onto his mouth. A not at all unfamiliar sensation began growing between your legs, which made you press them together and, thankfully, he didn’t notice, too entranced by the way your chest heaved up and down due to your labored breathing.
“I wanted you to be sober so that you would remember every single detail ‘bout your first kiss,” you swallowed thickly when his lips traveled next to your ear again and his last words were all but a possessive growl while he restrained himself from putting his hands on you, “and that it belonged to me.”
Finally, he raised his head to look at you and he touched your forehead with his, your heavy breaths mixing-
“Hey!” a loud knock came from the door, startling you, “you guys fucking or something?”
Rafe lowly groaned in frustration and slightly pulled away from you as you exhaled, your mouth dry all of a sudden.
“What do you want, Nate?” Rafe shouted in order to let his roommate hear him from the other side of the door.
“I need my charger! C’mon, man, open up.”
His gaze fell on you one more time, his jaw clenched while you were still taking deep breaths in the same position. When another annoying knock rang through the room, Rafe turned around and went to open the door, revealing a smirking Nate.
“Did I interrupt something?”
You interjected immediately, walking past your best friend, “no, don’t worry. I was just leaving.”
His hand wrapped around your arm, stopping your movements, “wait. We have to talk.”
You looked at him and then at Nate, awkwardly leaning against the door frame, “I have to go.”
He let you go, cursing under his breath as he watched you speed walking down the stairs.
“What d’you do to her?”
Rafe sent his roommate a death stare, at which he just raised his hands in defense.
Later that night, he couldn’t fall asleep. The feeling of your smooth skin against his lips was still fresh on his mind, the feeling of your fingers in his hair and the sound of your breathing haunted him. He knew you wanted him too and once he realized that, he wouldn’t stop until you were his.
In your whole life you’d had people who tried to get you to bed, unaware of your lack of experience, but you had never been interested in sharing your first time with any of them; and yet, when Rafe’s mouth had left a trail of wet and soft kisses down your neck, a warmth had started spreading through your body, igniting a fire no one had ever managed to do before. You had left in such a hurry because you didn’t want him to see you in that state and you were embarrassed about how with just some simple and light touches he had managed to turn you into a mess.
As you lied on your bed, you kept turning, his words and his touch still lingered in your mind; the way he said that your first kiss belonged to him made you wonder what he really meant, did he want you to belong to him?
The more you thought about it, the more that sensation between your legs grew, and although it wouldn’t have been the first time you tried to get rid of it, you knew that in that moment he was the only one who could’ve satisfy it. Instinctively, your hand reached for your phone and, without even thinking twice, you clicked on his contact.
Rafe was surprised to hear the vibrations of his phone at almost three in the morning, but when he read your name on the display, he answered immediately.
“Hey,” his eyes fell on the sleeping figure of his roommate, reminding himself that he didn’t want him to listen in that conversation.
“Hey,” your voice showed a shortness of breath and he picked up on it instantly for he had been reminiscing about the sound of your gasps for hours.
His feet were already taking him outside his room when he talked again, “why are you calling me at three in the morning?”
You gnawed on your bottom lip and you were thankful he couldn’t see you because you knew he would’ve understood your reasons in a heartbeat otherwise.
“I…uhm-“ you cleared your throat, his deep and raspy voice only making your problem grow even more, “I wanted to apologize for…you know, leaving like that earlier.”
He furrowed his eyebrows at the weird tone of your voice while his back collided with the door as he closed it behind him.
“Is that the only reason why you called me?” He wanted to sound confused but instead the words came out in a breathy rasp and you hated the effect that it had on you.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“
“No, you should’ve,” he interrupted you, “I just want to know why, sweetheart.”
He was taunting you, he needed to hear you say how much you wanted him, that you craved him just as much as he did you.
“M-maybe, I should go to sleep.”
He smirked and closed his eyes as he gently threw his head back against the door, “are you sure ‘bout that?” He licked his lips, “I could come over and pick you up, if you want.”
You sucked in a breath, the proposal tempting and scary at the same time, “I - I’m going to sleep, Rafe. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
Your heart was trying to jump out of your chest. You were afraid of the things he made you feel, of the things that you wanted him to do to you, why were you having all of those newfound sensations because of him?
You knew you couldn’t face him. How could you? The thought of having him close to you just like that night was enough to make your skin burn, your cheeks flushed at the images you created in your head. Did he feel the same when he was around you or was he making fun of your vulnerability?
When you entered the only class you shared with him the morning after, you completely ignored him. Usually, you sat beside him, but that day you didn’t have the guts to do that. Why had you called him the night before? You could sense your friendship with him crumbling into pieces as his eyes burned a hole behind your head, for you sat a couple of rows in front of him.
Rafe was dumbfounded. Were you really ignoring him? Maybe you hadn’t seen him, he thought. Once the class was over, he walked to you, getting your attention by calling your name, however you only sent him a quick smile and all but ran to your next lesson. That was how he got the proof that confirmed his worries: you didn’t want to talk to him.
He hadn’t scared you off, did he? You were his best friend, had he taken it too far?
When you didn’t show up at the house either that day, which you did almost everyday, he got impatient.
“Where’s Y/n?” One of the guys asked him as the sight of a lonely Rafe, sprawled out on the couch of the common room, was rare. You were always under his arm.
“Busy,” he only said. They didn’t have to know what had happened between you two. It was his business and he had to deal with it.
Truth be told, Nate figured it out pretty quickly. Perhaps he knew his friend really well, or maybe it was because he was having a secret affair with your roommate and he knew pretty well that you were at home, doing absolutely nothing…who knows? But hey, if Rafe didn’t want to talk about it, he wasn’t obliged to give him information on your whereabouts. Plus, it was fun to see his friend so worked up about you, he had never seen him like that.
When Nate walked into the room, Rafe was fidgeting with his phone, contemplating if calling you was the right thing to do.
“Trouble in paradise?”
“Shut up, Nate.”
He sat next to him, a stupid grin on his face, or at least to Rafe it looked stupid, “c’mooon, just tell me what happened.”
“Nothing.”
“Oh yeah, is that why she’s not here today? Man, she’s here all day, everyday. I’m not complaining, I like her, but y’know, her not being here and you with that pathetic look on your face…it’s weird.”
Rafe groaned, “should I call her?”
Nate shrugged, “it depends. Did you scare her or something? ‘Cause if you did, maybe you should just text her…or wait a little while; give her space.”
He sighed, “yeah, you’re right.”
“So, you scared her?”
The blue eyed friend raised from the couch, without giving him an answer, and patted his friend on the shoulder, “see ya later, man.”
Sure, his roommate was right; he had to give you some space, some time to think. But he also had to know how you were, it was killing him inside not knowing what you were doing or who you were with. A simple, “hey, what’s up?” was casual, right? You didn’t need to be afraid of such a routine question.
He sent the text and threw his phone on the bed as his hands flew in his hair, tugging on it in frustration. He didn’t want to mess what he had with you, but he was aware that he couldn’t be your friend; not anymore, not like he used to. His head was filled with images of you and it wasn’t just about his physical attraction for he couldn’t stop thinking about your smile, the sparkle in your eyes, your kindness, that beautiful and heartwarming laugh you had whenever you talked with him and only him, the way you were so gentle with him.
He was in deep, and he was aware that it couldn’t have been with anyone else but you.
“Are you seriously not gonna answer the poor boy?”
You were lying on your bed when your roommate, Camille, pointed out how you were ignoring your best friend. Nobody knew what had happened, and to be honest there wasn’t really much to talk about; nothing happened and yet it felt like everything did.
“I just don’t feel like talking.”
She rolled her eyes, “at least tell him you’re alive.”
You gave her a pointed look and she only raised her hands in defense before leaving the room. What if he was only looking for a way to let you down easily? What if he wanted you for one night, just to forget about you the morning after like all of the other girls? You couldn’t bear it.
“Hey,” Camille’s head peeked through the crack of the slightly ajar door, “your boy just texted me; he wants to know if you’re okay. What should i tell him?”
You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, a nervous habit that, unbeknownst to you, drove Rafe crazy. He only wanted to know if everything was okay, that was it.
“Tell him I’m okay but…I have an exam soon and I have to study.”
It was a lie. You knew that, Camille did too, hell, even Rafe was aware that it was bullshit. Still, he didn’t pry. If space was what you needed, he was going to give you just that.
Until he couldn’t anymore.
He was trying to study in the common room, the noises and voices around him helping him to concentrate for some reason, still it was impossible to do so when you kept running through his mind. The sweet sound of your laugh kept replaying in his head for he missed it like you miss air after being under water for so long, and he couldn’t wait to resurface. It had been a couple of days since the last time he had touched you and he was aching all over to just have you next to him.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard someone say your name and he turned around like a madman.
“Yo, is Y/n coming tonight?” one of the guys, Tommy, asked to the other.
“I texted her and she said she’ll be here.”
Jealousy began bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. Were the others so important that you could answer to their texts but not his? And why did they want your presence there that night? You were his girl, what did they want from you?
He didn’t want to, he really didn’t, he swore his feet unconsciously brought him to where the two men where standing.
“Hey, what’s tonight?” He tried to sound casual, but the fire in his eyes said otherwise.
Tommy shrugged, “just a party. You coming?”
“Why did you want to know if Y/n was coming?”
The other guy, Matthew, slowly tried to get out of the conversation, leaving the other to his own destiny.
“She’s always here. Thought she wanted to come and she does.”
“She’s my girl. You could’ve asked me.”
Rafe knew it was wrong to call you his, you weren’t…officially, however he didn’t care; you were his girl, his best friend, his pretty angel. only his.
“You gotta let this thing go, man. She’s not yours,” Tommy chuckled mockingly, “when was the last time you heard from her? ‘S not like she can wait ‘round forever.”
He clenched his jaw, anger and frustration coming to him all at once, “you like her, Tommy? Mh? Is that it?”
“You see, Rafe, I know lots of people here who are dying to put their hands on her. It’s just a matter of time before-“
Rafe’s hands flew to his throat, pushing him against a wall as all he could see was red. No one could talk about you like that.
“You better tell those people that Rafe Cameron’s girl is not to be touched. I hear one more word about her and,” he chuckled lowly just like Tommy had before, “I don’t think you want to find out, do you?”
Tommy’s face was flushed while his hands gripped the wrists of the man that was in front of him, pleading him with his eyes to let him go. After a stare down, he did and the curly haired man coughed violently as he tried to regain his breath. Rafe only turned around and walked up the stairs to his room; if you were coming to the house that evening, then he had to be there too.
The walk to the house was almost a torture; Camille dragged you to the entrance, claiming that you had to let loose and live your own life. Most of all, you knew she wanted you to talk to Rafe and you didn’t know if the feeling you had at the thought of seeing him again was fear of rejection or excitement.
After a while, you decided to step outside and enjoy the night air, the soft breeze in your hair making you close your eyes and ground yourself for you were worried about seeing your best friend again. You and him had been through so many good memories that it scared you to think that you might’ve not made some more because of a stupid moment of lack of judgement and self control. You absolutely adored him and the way he cared for you and never judged you, how he always made you feel like you were a huge part of his life and that he wanted you there, for as long as he could’ve; you would’ve never changed those feelings for all of the gold in the world.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” a familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts, startling you and making your heart fall in your stomach.
You turned around, a sweet smile on your face, “Camille made me.”
Rafe walked closer to you, revealing himself as the moonlight shone on him. The white button up shirt made him look like a Greek God and the fact that his chest was almost completely exposed didn’t help with the amount of nerves you were dealing with.
“Right. So, are you going to talk to me now?”
He gave you a sympathetic grin and pushed his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.
You sighed and declared defeat, “I’m sorry, Rafe. I was - I am embarrassed.” You corrected yourself, knowing that the humiliation was still fresh on your mind.
He furrowed his eyebrows and the confused look on his features told you he really didn’t know what you were talking about. Why were you embarrassed? He was the one who had openly told you he wanted you; you should’ve been angry, not embarrassed.
“What? I thought you were mad at me.”
“Why would I be? You did nothing wrong—“ suddenly, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him and your faces were only inches away from each other. You sucked in a breath at the quick movement and instinctively put a hand on his chest as to balance yourself, however it fell on his naked skin, burning at your touch, “w-what are you doing?”
He looked behind you and nodded to someone that you couldn’t see, “sorry, that guy was staring at you,” he whispered.
You bit your bottom lip while you could feel his heart beating fast under your palm, “why do you care?”
It was a genuine question; why would he have cared about someone else watching you? Or someone else wanting to touch you?
And after all that time, you still couldn’t understand that he wanted to be the only one that was allowed to feel you, to kiss you, to make you tremble under his gaze.
His voice was merely a sigh when he answered, “you know why. Let’s not kid ourselves here, sweetheart.”
You put some distance between you, finally fed up with the way he believed it was always obvious what he was feeling. He had done it that night when you had confessed about the kiss, telling you how much he wanted you as if it shouldn’t have been news to you, but it was. You were good in school, with friendships, with your family, however, when it came to real feelings, romantic relationships, you knew nothing.
“I don’t know,” you slightly raised your voice for you wanted to make sure he understood your frustration, “I don’t know what you’re thinking, Rafe. If there’s something I should know, you have to tell me, I can’t read your mind.”
The look in his eyes was saying a million words as he stared down at your figure, still standing in his arms. He nodded in thought, “not here,” his arm fell from your waist and reached for your hand, “c’mon.”
You accepted it and let him take you into the house and up the stairs; the scene reminded you of the day you had kissed him: Rafe gently guiding you to his room, everyone around you drunk and dancing around, your back pressed against his door as you giggled and lifted yourself on your toes to kiss him. The memory made you almost shudder, the feeling of his lips against yours a recurring dream.
Rafe slowly pushed you inside and closed the door behind you as your back rested against it. You swallowed thickly as you looked up at him and the sight reminded you of the last time you had been in the same room alone with him.
“I can’t do this anymore, Y/n. I can’t stand us being so distant.”
The pain in his eyes was evident and you only wanted to wrap your arms around him, “me neither.”
He ran his hand through his hair and then rubbed it down his face for a second, as if he was trying to recollect his thoughts.
“What happened between us…I -“ he sighed loudly, “I have so many things I want to say.”
And there you were again, batting your pretty eyelashes at him and slightly tilting your head to the side as you tried to understand what was going on in his head and giving him heart palpitations in the process.
“Then say them,” you breathed.
He looked away for a second before setting his gaze on your figure again, “shit - you don’t understand, sweetheart. Thought I could do this, that once I was in front of you, I could’ve just told you how I feel; but now that I’m here — fuck. You’re making me lose control.”
When had breathing started to become an impossible task around him?
He took a step closer to you, “tell me why you called me the other night.”
Your breath was knocked out of your lungs; you swallowed thickly as you decided to act clueless, “what are you talking about?”
You avoided his eyes, although the closeness made it quite impossible.
“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” he murmured, his arms caging you between him and the wall behind you.
“Rafe, I-“
Your words died in your throat when his nose lightly brushed against your skin, his hot breath on your cheek, “I want the truth, sweetheart.”
Your teeth gently bit down on your bottom lip, “I wanted to hear your voice.”
He softly kissed your jaw, “what else?”
You closed your eyes and you swore your heart was about to jump out of your chest, “I - I needed you, Rafe.”
The words came out almost like a desperate whine and they went straight to his pants. The fact that you were wearing that damn short dress that always made his head spin wasn’t helping with his problem either.
“What did you need from me?”
“Please.”
He raised his head and pressed his forehead against yours, your lips inches away from each other, “tell me what you needed, sweetheart.”
His hooded eyes, full of lust and desire, were only making your ability to speak even more impossible, “I’ve never done this, Rafe.”
His fingers gently threaded through your hair, pushing a strand out of your face and cupping your cheek in the process, “I know. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, I promise.”
You kept eye contact as your hand slowly went on his bare chest and he sucked in a breath; he didn’t expect that, that was for sure. The palm of your hand lazily slipped down to the first button of the half done shirt and opened it, feeling the hot and naked skin underneath.
“I want to,” you whispered.
He didn’t waste a second before he pressed his mouth against yours in a hot and sloppy kiss. Finally, he tasted your cherry chapstick again, the one he had been dreaming about for weeks. The softness of your lips made him feral for he wanted to feel the rest of your body on his lips as well. One arm was wrapped around your lower back while the other rested between your shoulder blades, keeping you in place and you were sure that if it hadn’t been for his strength, you would’ve turned into a puddle on the floor.
Your hands ran through his hair and when he seductively took your bottom lip between his teeth, you tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck. The groan he let out at the unexpected action made your insides feel warm, but not as much as when his arm fell from your back to your behind, until it reached your exposed thigh and wrapped his hand around it to bring it around his hip. His whole body was pressing yours against the wooden door and the new position allowed you to feel the growing bulge in his pants against your lower stomach. Your skin was burning at his touch and yet you needed more; of what you weren’t sure.
As the kiss turned less heated and more gentle, his lips abandoned yours and began leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck as the the sound of your heavy breaths filled the room. You instinctively arched your back and tilted your head to give him more access, the action making him all but growl against your skin. His lips slowly traveled back to yours and pecked them once more before resting his forehead on yours, breaths mixing.
“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?”
You trapped your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked up at him, his voice was so raw and raspy that it had made you feel even dizzier than what you already were.
You nodded.
His free hand came up to cup your face, “I need words, pretty girl.”
“I’m sure.”
Rafe kissed you again and let go of your leg, but it didn’t last long as both of his hands traveled down to your ass, gently squeezing it and making you moan in his mouth in the process. You were both surprised at the sound but it had made him even harder and he knew he couldn’t wait to absolutely devour you, to make you realize just how much he wanted - needed you.
His hands grabbed the skin just below the curve of your ass and you automatically jumped to wrap your legs around his midsection. He didn’t waste any time and walked towards his bed, he sat on the mattress as you remained in his lap and your dress rode up to allow you to sit with your legs on either side of him. Rafe had to stop himself from taking you right then and there, looking so sweet and innocent as you were basically grinding down on his bulge.
“You’re driving me fuckin’ crazy, baby. You know that?” He groaned out with his lips attached to your neck before he started to suck on your perfect and soft skin.
In the end he got what he wanted: to mark your skin up and claim you as his.
You moaned out his name and gripped his hair, forcing him to look at you, “you need something, sweetheart?” He rasped out, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.
His hands forced you down on his clothed cock again and you gasped, “do something,” you whined out.
He tugged on the bottom of your dress, which rested around your hips, “can I take this off?”
You knew you had to be a flustered mess, “I’m not wearing a bra,” you mumbled, embarrassed.
He let his head fall on your collarbone and groaned at your words, never had he ever wanted someone so bad. You lightly chuckled at his antics but the blush on your cheeks was still there, “‘s that a yes?” He asked jokingly, although his patience was starting to slip from his fingers.
“Yes.”
He finally slipped your dress off your body and threw it on the floor before placing his hands behind him and resting his weight on them. He licked his lips at the sight of your perked up nipples, your perfect breasts that he’d had dreams about holding in his hands, so many times he had lost count. Your chest lifted up and down quickly as he stared at your naked body that was prettily sitting on his lap while he was still completely clothed.
“W-what are you doing?” You asked shyly, his gaze was so intense you felt your whole body catching on fire under his stare. Your arms instinctively flew to your chest to cover it, beginning to feel self conscious, but he stopped you immediately.
“I’m just enjoying the view, sweetheart. Don’t cover yourself up,” his hands traveled up from your upper thighs to your waist until they reached the side of your breasts, “you’re so damn beautiful.”
He took your wrists in his hands and brought them to his chest and you immediately began to unbutton the last bits of his shirt, leaving his torso completely bare in front of you. You pushed his shirt off his shoulders and you admired his sculpted body, the thought of having him all to yourself was enough to make you feel hot all over again. In one swift motion, he wrapped one arm around your torso and manhandled you to rest your back on the mattress. You giggled as you looked up at him and his heart skipped a beat at the sound. He was done, you had completely ruined him without even taking his pants off. He grinned at you before claiming your mouth once again while his hands explored your body, groping your chest and gently rolling one of your nipples between his fingers; you shuddered at the feeling, it wasn’t new, but no one had ever touched you like that and it was sending a thousand sparks throughout your body.
He bent down to take one nipple in his mouth and your back arched off the bed while you could feel your panties getting wetter every second, you knew you were a mess between your legs. As if he could’ve listened to your thoughts, his hand slipped down to your clothed cunt and cupped it. When he growled around your hardened bud, you realized he had found out how wet you were.
“Fuck, what are you doin’ to me?” He mumbled. His kisses traveled down your stomach and then right above your panties. He looked up at you as he played with the elastic of your underwear, his whole body ached to just taste you, “can i, sweetheart?”
You rested your weight on your elbows, “yes…please.”
He smirked at your neediness and slipped the last piece of clothing that remained on your body, leaving you bare in front of his hungry eyes. He marveled at the sight of your wet and sweet cunt; his dick twitched as he opened you up with his thumbs, your thighs already thrown over his shoulders. Finally, he licked a long stripe along your folds and you both moaned at the sensation. Your hand flew to his hair, scratching his scalp as a whine of his name left your puffed lips, the sound like a melody you never want to stop listening to. He ate you out slowly at first, trying to make you feel comfortable, until you started to unconsciously grind against his face, taking away that last bit of self control he had left. He began licking and sucking on your clit like a starved man, as if that was his last meal and he wanted to savor every minute of it until he couldn’t physically move anymore. The sound of your moans only spurred him on as he wrapped his lips around your clit, suckling, and your eyes rolled behind your head at the newfound sensation.
He slightly lifted his head, leaving you a needy mess, “have you ever touched yourself, baby?”
The question was sweet, it would’ve sounded even innocent by his tone if it hadn’t been for the lewd acts he was talking about. You nodded slightly, not trusting your words.
“Yeah? You ever think about me when you do that?”
He had been waiting to know the answer to that question for days. Perhaps he had a dirty mind, but he couldn’t shake off the image of his pretty and innocent looking best friend touching herself as she moaned his name. The thought alone could’ve made him cum on the spot like a horny teenager.
You swallowed thickly, you were so embarrassed and turned on at the same time.
“Yes, Rafe,” you breathed out, the tension between you thick, “all the time.”
He grabbed your thighs tighter before burying his face in your cunt again and the sudden motion had almost made you scream. The pleasure and the vibrations caused by his growls were too much.
When his finger teased your entrance, you felt your whole body tremble. He sinked one finger inside you, so tight that he couldn’t wait to have you wrapped around his big cock. His sucking motions on your clit never stopped as he added a second finger and curled them inside you, hitting that spot that made you shake and thrash. You could barely keep your legs still when you began to clench around his digits repeatedly, and he kept plunging them inside you, riding out your high as you took deep breaths.
His tongue never stopped lapping at your juices, until you gently pushed his head away. He kissed his way up to your lips again, “you taste like a fucking dream,” he said before crashing his mouth on yours. You could taste yourself on his lips and it felt so lewd and hot, you wanted more of him. You placed your hands on his back, slowly raking your fingers down and reaching to his pants; you began to unbutton his jeans when he stopped you.
“Wait,” his hand wrapped around your wrist, “we don’t have to do anything else if you don’t feel ready, sweetheart, okay? Don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything. Tonight’s about you.”
You nodded, “what if I wanted to do this?” You whispered.
He smirked and pecked your lips, “then let me make you feel good, yeah?”
He let you push his pants down and he finished getting rid of them himself, kneeling in front of you in only his boxers. He reached for his bedside table and pulled condom from the drawer. Before taking that last bit of clothing that separated you, he leaned down and kissed you sweetly, showing you how much you meant to him, how what was happening between you was so much more than just sex and physical attraction. He wanted you, but not just in his bed or under his naked body, he wanted you everyday, safely wrapped up in his arms; yes, he wanted you to be his, but he also wanted to be yours and only yours.
Once he got rid of his boxers and rolled the condom down his hard member, he rested his weight on one elbow, next to your head, and forced you to look him in the eyes by placing his free hand on your chin.
“Hey, if you want me to stop, just tell me, okay? Doesn’t matter what I’m doing, you stop me if you don’t want this anymore, mh?”
“Okay,” you nodded and he sent you a genuine smile.
The head of his cock began teasing your wet entrance, rubbing you up and down as he played with your swollen clit. Grunts and moans filled the room once again, the feeling was amazing but it wasn’t enough.
“Ra-“ you started to whine out his name but was cut off by your gasp, caused by the sudden intrusion of his cock, stretching you out as he tried to slip the head in.
You clamped down on him and threw one hand around his bicep, sinking your nails in the tight skin, while the other was on his back and gripped his muscles; you whimpered at the big stretch.
Rafe gently rubbed your clit to help you focus on the pleasure rather than the pain and it seemed to work as he managed to push himself more inside of you. When he stopped, halfway through, he pressed his forehead to yours, catching his breath as you did the same.
“Shit - you’re so tight.”
You didn’t know why but your stomach did flips at his voice, for some reason you found everything he said so arousing in that moment.
“Kiss me, please,” you whispered and he obliged immediately, steadying his hips for he waited for the green light.
The softness of his lips brought you comfort and pleasure started to curse through your veins; you slightly pulled away, “you can move now.”
His hips began moving at a slow and gentle pace, making you comfortable, until a loud moan escaped your lips and he set a faster pace than before as your nails scratched down his back with one hand and his chest with the other. The latter moved to his head and brought him down to make him kiss you again. Your lips moved in sync while he kept hitting places inside you that you didn’t even know existed and you all but screamed in pleasure in his mouth. He tilted his head back for a moment, breathing harder and groaning; when he looked down at you again, he swore to himself no one was ever going to look at you the way he was in that moment. You were his and he intended to keep it that way. Your chest raised as you arched your back from the pleasure and he couldn’t help himself from dipping his head down and wrap his lips around your nipple. The sound of skin slapping was muffled by the loud music that came from downstairs and his ears were filled with your voice.
When he felt you clamp down on him, hard, he brought his lips to your ear, “you gonna come for me, sweetheart?” He whispered, “mh? Fuck - you’re squeezing me so tight. Just like that.”
He was sure you were leaving red marks down his back and he loved that; he was craving it.
“Doing so good for me, sweetheart,” he rasped before rubbing your clit faster, until you finally unraveled beneath him, moaning his name like a chant as he wasn’t even thinking about his own release, just about yours. However, the sight of your body shaking under him triggered his orgasm as well and he moaned your name with his head in the crook of your neck.
You ran your fingers through his hair while he lazily kept moving his hips to prolong both his and your releases, until he collapsed on top of you and you tried to regain your breaths.
He kissed your throat and raised his head to feel your lips against his again; he was getting drunk on the taste of your body and he didn’t want to be sober ever again. His hands caressed your sensitive skin, eliciting goosebumps all over you at his touch.
His nose brushed against yours as he mumbled on your mouth, “you okay, sweetheart?”
You smiled up at him, “I’m okay, Rafe.”
“Was that how you imagined it would be?”
“No,” you chuckled at his expression, “it was much better.”
He kissed your forehead, “I’m gonna clean you up now, yeah?”
Once he had made sure you were both clean, he gave you a pair of his boxers and a shirt while he only wore those grey sweatpants that always made you look away with your whole face on fire. He lied on the bed with his back on the mattress and your head on his chest as you stroked his naked stomach and he rubbed your back up and down from underneath the shirt.
“Rafe?” You asked after sitting in silence for a while.
“Yeah?”
You sat up slightly to face him while your body laid on the side.
“I don’t want this to ruin our friendship,” you whispered, “I don’t want to lose you.”
His hand reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his favorite excuse to hold your face in his hand, “I don’t want to lose you either, sweetheart, but…” he sighed loudly, “I can’t be your friend anymore.”
Your throat tightened and your heart broke at his words, your worst fear of sleeping with him was already becoming your living nightmare. He noticed the tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to avoid eye contact and he cursed himself for phrasing it so badly.
“No, no. That’s not what I meant. I - I want more. I can’t be just your friend and if you’ll have me, I’ll show you that I’m serious about this.”
Your mind was going through a thousand different and contrasting thoughts, but it took one look at his beautiful blue eyes, full of adoration, for you to crumble. But before you could speak, he noticed the hesitation written all over your features and stopped you.
“Listen, I’ve never done this,” he continued, “I don’t know how to love someone or how to be the perfect boyfriend, but I do know that I care about you, more than I ever cared about anyone else in my life. I can’t stand the thought of you being in someone else’s arms because I was too much of an idiot to let you go…What I’m trying to say is that I think I’m falling in love with you and I don’t want to stop because even if it’s the scariest feeling in the world, I’ve never felt better in my whole life.”
You looked down at him with a big grin on your face, loving this side of him that he only ever showed to you, and climbed on his lap. You bent your head to kiss his lips and he followed you immediately, placing his hands on your waist and enjoying the fact that he wanted to get used to that.
“I think I’m falling for you, too, Rafe.”
You smiled at each other before he flipped the two of you over, making you squeal and giggle. He began leaving pecks all over your face and you couldn’t believe that that was your Rafe. Your foreheads touched as you looked at each other.
“You’re mine now, huh?” He asked, cockily but you could hear the insecurity laced in his tone.
“I’m yours.”
“Good,” he grinned, “‘cause I’m yours, too.”
After another kiss, you got back to your previous position, your head nuzzled in his neck as he hugged you closer to your chest. Silence filled the room, comfortable and familiar.
“You know Nate and Camille are fucking, right?” He suddenly asked and you chuckled loudly at his choice of words.
“They really do think we’re dumb,” you commented.
You spent the rest of the night like that, talking about everything and nothing, gossiping about your friends and even about people you didn’t know; just like you had always done, two friends laughing together, except this time you knew you were his and he knew he was yours, and neither of you would’ve changed anything about that.
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Lightweights: San x Fem!Reader
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Pairing: San x fem!Reader
Genre: Smut, fluff/ AU: sugar baby, contracted girlfriend
Word Count: 8k
Summary: San insisted you both drink during your night out, claiming to be the best drinker in ATEEZ. A few shots in, soju isn't the only thing on your minds.
Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of ATEEZ in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.
Tags: polyamory, polycule, sugar baby au, established relationship, drunk sex, elevator sex, car sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (m. and f. giving/receiving), anal toys, anal sex, vaginal sex, rimming, anal fingering, sex toys, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, spanking, dirty talk, mingi being a menace and seonghwa just wants to sleep, san is a simp for real lol
Previously on Idol Companion
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Turtleneck or V-neck? You mused over this question in front of the mirror. You knew you’d wear the black denim skirt and tights, and ankle length boots to hide from the cold, but you couldn’t decide on a top. The white turtleneck would look nice with your black coat, and covers your chest from the cold, but the V-neck had a pretty rhinestone design on the sleeves. You stood putting each top over your front to get a sense of how it would look. You always wanted to look your best on dates with the members, since putting yourself together made them happy. San wanted to go somewhere casual, so you didn’t have to completely dress up, but you still wanted to look nice. 
“I like the turtleneck, personally,” a deep voice said from your bedroom door. 
Yeosang stood leaning against the doorframe, wearing an oversized sweater and baggy sweatpants. 
“You think so?”
“It’ll keep you warm,” he said. “The temperature is supposed to drop as it gets later, and San will want to stay out late with you.”
“Hm, good point. Turtleneck, it is.” 
You put the v-neck aside, and pulled the sweater over your head, making sure not to wipe it on your makeup. Yeosang came up to you, and you felt him tuck the sweater into your skirt in the back. You always had trouble tucking in shirts in the back. He smoothed out the sweater, fixing the skirt for you. Then he kissed your cheek. 
“Beautiful,” he said. You slipped your arms into the long coat he held behind you. “I’m almost jealous of San,” he admitted, “You look so gorgeous. I don’t think he’s going to eat anything; he’ll be too busy looking at you.”
“Oh hush,” you giggled, fixing the coat on your shoulders. “I doubt that.”
“I don’t,” he put his arms around you through the coat, and said, “Will you be coming home or going to his place?”
A few months ago, the members decided to move into larger dorms. Since they couldn’t find one that could house all nine of you, the group split into three separate apartments. Hongjoong lived with Jongho and Wooyoung, and Seonghwa went with Mingi and San. You moved in with Yunho and Yesang, considering their apartment was closer to the dance studio where you volunteered and to your agency building. Also, it guaranteed peace and privacy from your boyfriends. The room you stood in now was significantly larger than the one back in the old dorm. You had space to move around and more storage space. You still saw the other members, and sometimes stayed over with them, but you usually came home after dates. 
“We might go to his place,” you said, hands on his chest to play with the strings of his shirt. “It’s been a while since he’s had me to himself. He usually brings Wooyoung to our outings. Plus, he’ll be drinking and we know how he gets when he’s drunk around me.”
“Very inappropriate and touchy,” he added. “I think it was a good idea you weren’t in the drinking episode of Wanteez. It would’ve turned into a YNteez episode very quickly.”
“That’s exactly why I didn’t go,” you told him. “Some of our members have trouble keeping their hands to themselves when they drink.”
“I don’t.”
“I know you don’t.”
“You don’t have to drink with San, you know that. He’d never pressure you to drink.” He said, “I don’t think you should anyways. We have a busy schedule tomorrow, and you have your dance classes after that. You’ll be hungover and…sore.”
He held back a laugh at the last word, and you lightly smacked his shoulder. “I’ll be fine,” you insisted. “I can handle myself pretty well, don’t you think so?”
“If you don’t drink more than four glasses.”
He snickered while you poked his stomach. Right as he peeled away from you, the front door bell sounded through the apartment. Grabbing your phone and purse, you and Yeosang left your room for the wide living room area. San stood near the doorway with Yunho, and you took a moment to admire him. Black hair neatly parted and combed, he wore a white shirt tucked into denim jeans, with a tan coat over his broad shoulders. You couldn’t keep your eyes from noticing his small waist, and the wide shoulders. He and Yunho had been laughing when he noticed you coming over to him. His eyes swept over you and he smiled. 
“Ah, look at you,” he pecked your lips, and said, “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” you grinned. 
“Ready to go?”
“Very ready,” you replied, putting your purse over your shoulder. 
You kissed both Yeosang and Yunho goodnight and left with San. A cab awaited the both of you outside, so thankfully you didn't suffer out in the breezy air too long. Good thing you decided on tights for your legs. In the cab, San slipped his fingers between yours and held your hand gently. The small gesture still made your heart flutter years later, and you rested your head on his shoulder as you talked about your day. The Seoul streets flew by you, a city of lights and sounds that didn't penetrate the tinted cab windows. You realized how long it's been since you'd gone out with San alone. 
"Wooyoung didn't want to come?" You asked, curious about your missing partner in crime. 
"He already has plans with the others," he told you. Sliding his arm over your shoulders, he pulled you closer, "Besides, he knew that I wanted to be alone with you. I can't remember the last time it was the two of us."
"We'd gone rock climbing," you told him, "And then had lunch back at your place."
"Right," he chuckled, "I remember now. You'd been so scared to get to the top."
"It was really high," you defended. 
"You were wearing a harness. You wouldn't have fallen!"
"It was still really high up."
He laughed as you smacked his chest, which only amused him more. Pecking your lips, you both talked all the way to the restaurant which was located in Hongdae. People packed the place on a Friday night, taking up large tables and ordering a range of dishes for the portable grills. You and San took a table in the corner where you ordered several side dishes, and slabs of marinated meat to cook on the grill. San also ordered a bottle of soju. 
"Should you really drink, San?" You asked, taking off your coat with a grin. 
"Why not?"
"Because you're a total lightweight," you replied. "You can't get through three drinks before your neck and cheeks turn red."
"Psh," he dismissed, "I'm the best drinker in Ateez. You'll see."
He isn't. When your meal and bottle arrived, you requested water as well, knowing he'll need it. You told him he did not have to prove anything to you; you personally didn’t enjoy drinking anymore after doing it so many times for partners. Yet, he insisted. Eating from the main dish and various side dishes, you both ate and drank plenty while you talked. You noticed him pouring a bit more in his glass than he should, which prompted you to speak up. 
“Sannie-ah,” you said, eating some of the soup you’d both ordered, “That’s your fourth one. Any more and I’ll have to call someone to pick you up off the floor.”
“Yeah, right,” he scoffed, his cheeks already tinged pink, “I can handle it.”
“No, you can’t,” you laughed. 
You watched him down the shot, and you snatched the bottle from him. There wasn’t much left, so you poured it into your own glass to drink. You bit back the strong taste in your mouth, wincing as it burned down your throat. There. That should help. San frowned for a second, but then his expression changed when he saw the time on his phone. You must've been here longer than you realized, since time often flew by with your boyfriends. A smirk twitched the corner of his mouth, and he took up the empty seat beside you in the booth. His arm going over the back of the bench, you noticed his lean frame underneath the plain white shirt. The cuff off the short sleeve stretched slightly on his muscled biceps, and you couldn’t help noticing his waistline from the tucked in shirt. They all knew how much you liked the simple looks, the clean ones that accentuated their features and silhouettes. 
Damn them. 
“Have I told you how good you look tonight?” he said in a low voice, pushing hair from your face. 
“Multiple times in multiple ways,” you grinned, seeing the flirtation in his eyes. "Once at my place, once on the way here, and another time you said it after your first drink. But, you can tell me a few more times if you want."
He laughed, and leaned into you, "I'd prefer to show you, actually."
You could smell the alcohol on his breath, but you didn’t mind it as he planted his lips on yours. San toned down the public displays of affection usually, but when you added alcohol into the mix, he was all over you. The flowing drinks made it easier to lose yourself in his warmth. It helped you care less about the people around you as you kissed. He pecked your lips a few more times, then you spoke. 
“It’s late,” you murmured, feeling your head swim from the drinks in front of you. You reached for water, hoping to all the gods that it helped. “We should get going before they kick us out.”
“Let’s get a cab,” he said, kissing down to your neck. You glanced around the restaurant to see the sparse crowd not noticing you two. “I don’t think I could walk straight if I stood up,” he laughed, and you knew he wasn’t lying. 
“Alright, I’ll call the cab,” you replied. San’s apartment isn’t very far, so it won’t be an expensive ride. You’d gotten out your phone to search for a ride when you felt a hand touch your thigh. “San-ah,” you giggled, pushing his hand from the hem of your skirt, “What are you doing?”
“Showing you how pretty I think you are,” he murmured. His fingers felt up the side of your thigh, and he grunted, “Did you have to wear tights tonight?”
“It’s cold outside.” 
The weather had gotten chillier by nightfall, and you knew you'd feel it once you went outside. Clearly, your tights threw a wrench into whatever after-dinner plans San had for you. Yet, this new layer of clothing did not stop him from feeling up the side of you. Thankfully, you both sat in a booth by the wall instead of in the middle of the restaurant. As much as you enjoyed his warm hands and lips on your skin, this isn’t the place to start anything, especially with so many people around. 
“San,” you lifted his face from your neck to make him look at you, “I’m calling a cab. Keep your hands to yourself.”
“But I thought you liked it when I touched you in public,” he teased, emphasizing it with a gentle squeeze close to your ass. “I’ve done it when we’re sitting in vans together with the other members or when we’re in a dressing room.”
“That’s different,” you said, using an app to get a cab ride from the restaurant to your apartment. “The other members are there, and we’re usually separated by a curtain or something.” 
He grunted, “Fine.” He gave up and kissed you one final time, “Call the cab. I want to go home anyways.”
"Already ahead of you, love."
He stayed quiet, studying you as you called a cab. When you finished ordering a ride, San spoke again.
"I think I'm in danger," he said, eyes on you lovingly. 
"How so?" You asked, anticipating another suggestive answer. 
"Because I'm in love with you," he replied, moving close to you and kissing you again. "And that's unfair."
"How so?"
"Because being in love with you is like nothing I've felt before," he insisted. "I don't think I can see myself really loving anyone else. I look at other people and…they don't hit me the way you do. Yeah, they're pretty and all that, but they don't spark anything inside me."
"San-ah, I'm sure that's not true," you replied gently. "You'll find some other person you don't have to share with anyone, and they'll make you happier than I ever could." 
You didn't want to tell a sensitive, drunk San that you constantly thought of the day your contract ends. It will likely be once the members start enlisting or disband to start solo careers. Of course, you can continue seeing them even after this, but it won't be the same. Perhaps you're simply greedy. Perhaps you don't want to have to jump between all of them. Or perhaps you have fallen so deep and so hard that the thought of being parted breaks your heart. You didn't want to tell him that you feared living without him, or any of the other members; that your world will stop turning and your heart will be so broken it'll never heal. Every relationship you had ended, whether painfully or amicably. You didn't want yours with the boys to end. Never. Ever.
"No, I won't," he said. "Even if I did meet another woman someday, I wouldn't love her the way I love you. I'd never do that to you. You're so special to me," he pecked your lips. "To all of us…but mostly me…even if you're Hongjoong biased."
You laughed at the last part and kissed him again. "I'm a group stan. I told you that," you laughed, nuzzling his nose. 
"Eh," he said unconvinced, "The fact that you let him cum inside you tells me differently."
"That was one time," you exclaimed, laughing at his smirk. 
Then, that dark lust came to his eyes, "Maybe tonight I can cum in you too? I love thinking about my cum dripping from that tight ass to your pussy-"
"-San!" You gasped at the lewd statement, but didn’t stop him from leaning into your neck. 
"I love doing anal with you-" he murmured against your skin as he kissed you. 
"-San-" they knew what dirty talk did to you, and it was working now.
"-Your ass is so tight and soft," he continued, hunger slipping into his tone. "The only thing I love more is your wet, sensitive pussy." 
"San, maybe we should wait until we get home, yeah?" you said, gripping onto his shirt sleeve to keep yourself still. His arm flexed under your touch, and you gripped him. That alone made your thighs squeeze together, even with his hands starting to roam them again. 
When your phone pinged to notify you that the cab arrived, you guided San outside and let him get into the cab first. Unlike most, the cab driver didn't put the inside light on. This meant San's hands could wander your body freely. You tried not meeting the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror as San pulled your legs over his lap. A hint of embarrassment came when you realized he might be watching, and did not want to confirm it. San captured your lips into another kiss, deeper than the last, with his tongue slipping over yours. The taste of the copious amounts of soju fueled this new kiss; you felt yourself becoming intoxicated all over again. Heat rose to your neck and to cheeks as he palmed your chest. The touch of your tongues caused a soft moan that encouraged San further. 
“Love you so damn much,” he muttered between kisses. He slipped a hand beneath your skirt, gripping the top of your thigh and massaging a thumb there. “I can’t wait until we’re alone.” 
“Sannie-ah…” you nervously looked over to the driver, and noticed the white earbuds he wore. Is that safe? You were sure it wasn’t, but he must be used to couples in his backseat. 
“You sound so cute when you say my name like that,” he groped your inner thigh close to your sex. “Keep saying it like that.”
He tugged down the collar of your turtleneck to plant kisses there. The hand on your thighs went up to your chest, cupping your breast underneath your jacket. You whined his name again, and he gave a low growl. Nearly sitting in his lap, you felt a familiar bulge press to the backs of your thighs and couldn’t resist pushing against it. The slight touch of his fingers brushing your pussy brought out another gasp. The very tips of his fingers rolled around the top of your sex; they purposefully kept their pressure light, almost ghostly in how they traced your slit. You couldn’t help continuing to grind into his groin; the low groans he let out enticed you further. You wanted him badly. With the influence of soju and San’s hard body, your hesitation broke down piece by piece. 
“You just wait until I can get these off you,” San said in your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth for a soft tug. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re absolutely cock drunk from it,” he continued rubbing your pussy and watching you struggle to keep yourself together. “You won’t be able to string a coherent sentence together when I’m done with you.”
“I don’t doubt it,” you sighed, pecking down his neck. “You know me well enough to make it happen.”
He smirked, “Indeed, I do.” He pinched your chin so you looked at him, “I love you, YN. So much. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner. I’d never trade you for anything in the world.”
This small declaration of love confused you, but you chalked it up to his drunkenness taking over. He kissed you one more time, tongue sliding on your lower lip before he spoke again. 
“You mean a lot to us,” he whispered, dipping his fingers further down to cup your entire sex, “And to me. When I met you, I never thought…never thought you’d want me.”
“You’re kidding,” you laughed, eyes falling closed at his touches. You started kissing along his jawline, going down to his neck. Inhaling the cologne clinging to his clothes and skin, you became nearly drunk off it alone. “How could I not want The Choi San?” you giggled between kisses, “Sex Appeal of Ateez?” 
He snickered at your words. “No, I’m not. You're beautiful, and older and more mature than me. You suit Hongjoong-hyung or Seonghwa-hyung better,” he said. “So, when you kissed me on our date,” he stopped touching you, “It was the happiest moment in my life. I couldn’t believe that not only did I debut as an idol, but I had this gorgeous woman telling me she wanted me to touch her.” In the half light of the city outside, you saw him observing your features, “You do remember that day, right?”
“I do,” you grinned, going back to kissing and grinding on him as the taxi went through the streets. “You were so cute. I never thought you’d be the shy type.” 
“I was around you. I think we all were. Going on dates as a group was fine until I was actually alone with you,” he went back to circling your pussy, “And having to pretend I didn’t notice what you were wearing.”
You smirked to yourself, “You mean that crop top and shorts?”
“That one,” he groaned pathetically, “I didn’t want you to think I was a pervert, so I tried not looking but…oh my god, Noona…” he exhaled deeply, “You looked so good. You always do. You could be wearing anything, and I get weak.” He pressed his thumb to your clit, and you thought you might lose control right then. “I remember wanting to rip it all off you, and fuck you right there in the tent.”
“And I remember noticing,” you nipped at the base of his throat, which made him hiss sharply, “Noticing how you kept your eyes on mine? How you opened doors for me just to watch me walk through them? I kept hoping you’d at least kiss me.” 
“Well, now you don’t have to hope,” he sneered, pecking your lips, “Because all I do is kiss you.”
Your first date alone with San. You remembered it fondly: a nice picnic date near the Han River, where you went bike riding and sat in the park. You smiled in your next kiss. You recalled him renting a tent for the park, where you both bought snacks and sat in the shade. You talked for ages while he played music from his phone. It’d been a sweet day with a younger, slimmer San who hadn’t grown so much yet. You kissed him deeply as you thought about it. You’d thought he’d at least kiss you, but San hardly touched you. Perhaps he had first date nerves, since then the following date, he kissed you on the beach underneath a blanket of stars. 
Thankfully, the cab reached your street before anything was taken out. San, too preoccupied with keeping his hands on your body, hadn’t noticed the cab stopping. Your cheeks burning hotly, you took money from your purse to pay the cab driver, then slid off San’s lap. He nearly chased you to the building’s front doors, crashing into you from behind while you pressed the elevator button. The only person within viewing distance was the building’s security guard, who appeared far too focused on the screens at his desk. 
“Did you have to wear so many clothes?” San asked, already untucking your shirt before the doors even opened. “Are you trying to torture me?”
“It’s cold outside,” you pouted, kissing his lips. “Did you want me to freeze just so you can see my tits?”
“I would’ve kept them warm,” he smiled, the words making both of you laugh. 
His arms went around you the moment the elevator doors opened. Wrapped in San’s arms all the senses hit you at once. His soft hands roamed from front to your backside, a gentle squeeze making you jump and giggle into the kiss. His cologne, not as strong as before, mingled with his natural scents and the alcohol on his breath. You could taste his drinks on your tongue, as well as him tasting your own. You felt yourself becoming intoxicated by him as he pushed you against the elevator wall. A rush of adrenaline went through you realizing at any point during this ride, someone may stop the elevator to get in. You thought of someone walking in as San’s lips fell to your neck, kissing and sucking softly and his hands grabbing your ass. Your pussy throbbed imagining it. They’d be surprised to see San lifting one leg to his waist and standing between your thighs. This position encouraged you to brush into his groin, where you felt a small hardness beginning to form. His moans tickled your neck, and you couldn’t help giggling as your eyes fell shut. 
“You feel so damn good,” he groaned, the elevator getting closer and closer to your floor. 
“You do too.”
You smirked and ran your hand down your front of his shirt to his crotch. There, you cupped the bulge pressing to your sex and heard him moan. Gently, you caressed his length as it grew harder and harder. The rough fabric of his jeans kept you from really feeling him, and your mouth watered thinking of what’s underneath them. San’s breathing became heavier when he felt you unbuckle his belt with one hand, and he slipped his hands underneath your skirt. Your skin prickled at the cold fingers brushing your warm cheeks, kneading them delicately. It added a new sensation to your arousal, along with sticking your own hand between jeans and boxers. San pushed up to your hand when you did this. His cock twitched at your chilled hand, causing him to moan into your mouth in the next kiss. 
“I want it,” you whimpered between kisses, still rubbing him from base to tip and back. “Please, Sannie-ah, let me have it. I want it so badly, please?” 
“I’ll give it to you right here, if you want,” he chuckled. He turned you around suddenly, pinning you flat to the wall as he lifted the back of your skirt. He hummed approval when he saw the lace and satin lavender bottoms through your see through tights. Unfortunately, they kept a smooth barrier between you and him. 
“Hm, it seems we both had the same idea.” 
“I like to wear something pretty when one of you takes me out,” you admitted, pushing into his bulge again. “It makes me feel sexy.”
“You could wear the cheapest underwear money can get,” he said, giving your ass a sharp smack so you yelped, “And you’d still look so fucking sexy."
You trembled once he sunk to the floor. A slight pinch to the seam of your tights was followed by a loud rip. 
"San!" You laughed in surprise, a soft whine suddenly cutting you off.
"I love your ass, you know that?" He asked, tearing them further so a large hole gave him access to you. "I fuck you from behind just to watch it bounce on me."
You gasped when he cupped both cheeks to spread them. This only made your panties go further in, so your buttocks stuck out. You should've worn a thong, you thought idly. San is one of the few members who takes every possible chance to grope, pinch, or smack your ass. Him palming and rubbing you there caused your sex to throb inside your panties. It clenched and unclenched to grab onto something, anything, that'll bring you pleasure. San knew this, and wasted no time in sliding his hand between your thighs. Kissing trails up your ass, he kept one hand massaging your pussy. A soft whine left your lips when he pushed your panties aside to slide his fingers over the soaked folds. The very nub of your clit feels sensitive, hard and stiff to the fingers pressing on it. You couldn’t help squirming in front of San, who took the chance to slide two fingers inside you. The both of you groaned in unison: you from the smooth fingers filling you, and San from feeling your tight walls pull him in. He gradually started with a few pumps, and you arched your back to stick your ass in his face. 
“Isn’t that what you really want?” you whimpered, “My ass?”
“Absolutely.” 
You squealed when he shoved his tongue right to your hole. Sticky and wet, it slid around the rim slowly as he fingered you. The sounds the two sensations brought became soft breaths in the steel box. Flustered, embarrassed whines that blushed at the man eating your ass. 
“Should’ve made you wear a plug,” his voice was muffled by the cheeks on his face. He used his free hand to pull one aside and gently traced the rim again, “Your ass always looks so pretty with that little gem plug you have.”
He means the heart-shaped plug he kept in his room. He’d bought it specifically for you to use with him. Many, many pictures on his phone feature that same plug stuck between your ass cheeks. He kept his fingers probing you at the same delicate pace as his tongue, and you thought you might finish right there. 
However, this pleasure ended once the elevator doors opened to your floor. 
San guided you out of the elevator and into the hallway. Being nearly one in the morning, neither of you ran into anyone as you kissed and fondled each other to the front door. You could feel cold air going up your skirt, which added to the fires in your stomach. Seonghwa and Mingi should be sleeping right now, so you wouldn’t be disturbing anyone when San unlocked the door behind you to let you in. The entry light left on, you saw San clearly as he quickly removed his coat, and then yours. In your alcoholic haze, you both struggled to remove your shoes as you walked into the apartment. Nothing slow or gentle as your hunger for each other grew throughout the place. Walking past Seonghwa’s room, you entered San’s with a swift close of the door. 
“San!” you squeaked when he nearly tossed you onto his bed. 
“Shh,” he muttered, pulling your sweater off to see your bra underneath. “Mingi’s next door. We wouldn’t want to wake him up, would we?” 
Your jaw dropped when he removed his own shirt, showing off the chiseled, defined body he worked hard to maintain. You ran your hands over his stomach and chest, taking in soft, relaxed muscles against your fingertips before going to his loose belt. You settled yourself on the edge of the bed and pulled him closer. Standing in front of you, San hastily pulled down his pants and boxers, and you didn't hesitate to reach for him. 
You didn't need tons of light to see San's length. Casted in shadows from his angle, you still saw the thick shaft and spongy head of his cock. You stroked him a few times before he straddled your lap, putting his dick within inches of you. You ran your tongue up the underside vein, which you imagined pumping blood further and making him harder. San helped you unclasp your bra right away, the lacy fabric falling away while you kissed his tip. He groaned seeing your breasts exposed, and you took the chance to lick over his member again. You continued doing it to hear the erotic moans falling from San’s lips. You could tell he forced himself to stay still as you wet him with your tongue. San always did his best to keep things comfortable for you, sometimes at the expense of his own arousal. Unlike Hongjoong, he had difficulty holding himself back. The smooth skin tightened further the longer you flicked and teased him; you gave gentle sucks underneath the head where it is most sensitive. You'd been about to take the tip in your mouth before San leaned back and sat on the bed. 
"Come here," he said, indicating you should come to him, which you did. 
You laid down across the bed where he sat against the pillows, and hovered over his flushed length. Sinking your mouth onto his tip, you tasted the throbbing veins against your tongue and beads of precum leaking from him. A hand around his base, you moved as far down as your throat allowed and moaned around it. San did his best to keep down his groaning, panting and whining as you sucked him lightly. You loved how he sounded; it stroked your ego knowing you could do this to him. You pulled him from your mouth, saliva on your chin, as you stroked him with both hands; one rolling over his head while the other stroked his shaft. The twinges of pain mixed with pleasure turned San into a mewling mess, his grip on the sheets tightening as your hands worked him easily. In the half light, you could see his length glistening as your hand coated him in his own precum. It stuck to your hand, and you couldn’t help smearing it over his sensitive balls. When you started sucking his tip and moving your hand in a twisting motion, the needy whimpers became music to your ears. 
You jumped suddenly when he pulled your skirt up over your torn tights. Long fingers slid up and down the crack of your ass, occasionally dipping further to your pussy, through your underwear. You couldn't help raising your hips to get more of San’s hand, but he kept it so light you thought you might go insane. Soft fingers then pushed the panties to the side, and pressed into the bundle of wetness between your folds. He spread it around with his fingers, occasionally brushing over your clit and entrance each time he circles it. You kept milking him with your hand and mouth just to hear him mutter and grit his teeth in every burst of pleasure. The combination of your mouth and your sex turned San desperate for more relief, having him pushing into you while he kept you still by the hair. His fingers took the same careful pace, eventually sliding two inside to fill you. 
“How’s that?” he asked breathily. “Is this okay, angel?”
“Yes,” you panted, pushing back into his fingers. “Go faster. Please?” 
“Faster, huh?” he smirked, “Like this?”
Suddenly, those two fingers pumped in and out quickly. They prodded deep inside you, curling and wiggling the tip each time they went in. Thankfully, you kept yourself muffled with his dick so neither of you woke anyone up. San occasionally stopped to withdraw his fingers and gently rolled them around before plunging back inside. They all knew how much you liked the teasing motion, and now used it whenever possible. In return, you knew San loved your ass, so you occasionally shook it for him to slip out and give it a light smack. 
“Again,” you muttered, slowly jerking him as you whimpered. “Again…do it harder…”
So he did. San started switching between swatting your ass to swatting your cunt. Each hit sparked arousal inside you that fueled your own need. Your cheeks felt tender and hot by the time you lifted your head from his lap to capture his lips. San never pulled away from your kisses. Never. 
"I want to ride it," you said, playing with his head with one hand. "Please, Sannie-ah?" 
"You don't need my permission, baby." He lifted you until you knelt upwards, and said, "Here, let’s make you more comfortable first.”
Laying you on your back, San shed off the last bits of clothing you wore. It reminded you briefly of the orgy again, and you reached out to undress him too. You worried for a moment that your collective sighs and moans might’ve disturbed Mingi or Seonghwa, but when nobody came to the door, you didn’t worry about it too much. Once you were both fully naked, San sat up with you in his lap. He fished for the condom in his bedside drawer while you planted kisses up and down his neck, eager for more of him.
It took you only a minute to unwrap and roll on the condom for him. You immediately rubbed the tip on your throbbing sex before sinking onto it. San and you both held back the moans of relief in the quiet room, but you weren’t sure how long that would last. Not with the way San’s cock filled you completely, and the way it stretched you enough for you to feel him there. Hands braced on his muscular shoulders, you bounced carefully on San as you both lost yourself in drink and lust. The light smacking of skin on skin sounded in the room, adding more noise to your moaning, and you went faster. San’s hands once again went behind your back to your ass, and held onto it while you rode him. 
“You really love my ass, don’t you?” you chuckled, bending down to kiss him as you whirled your hips around. 
“I do,” he groaned in the kiss, licking at your bottom lip. “Ever since I saw that picture of you,” he said, “The one of you half-dressed on the bed and-and you could see your ass in those lace panties.” He tugged on the lip softly, then whispered, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and all the things I wanted to do to you.”
You remembered your portfolio photos. Every agency required Companions to have headshots or photos of themselves in their portfolios to send to interested clients. Sungmi, your agent, told you that having a few risque photos never hurt anyone. Most Companions chose beach photos, but you thought bedroom shots might appear more intimate. You wore a satin robe in most of them, only giving hints to the lingerie underneath. One such photo depicted you lying on your stomach, the curves of your body perfectly visible in the angle, and the robe only a few inches over your bottom. Thinking about it now, you realized you haven’t seen that photo since KQ returned the booklet back to you. 
“Like fuck me after a night drinking?” you sneered, going between grinding and riding him fully to see his eyes roll back. “Like this?”
“Ye-yes,” he breathed, smacking your ass again. “But, you’re usually facing away from me…” 
You knew then what he wanted, and you’d give it to him. Sliding off him for a few moments, you turned your back to him and let him slide back into you. In this new position, your toes curled and you gripped his knees tightly. You certainly felt him now, and your jaw clenched tight to keep the volume down. San put his hands on your waist to guide you at the steady pace he wanted, despite how torturous it’d be for you both. It became difficult to keep your voice down in the sleeping dorm the moment things picked up, and the heat burned too hot to simmer down. The moans you’d give became small squeals held back by your pursed lips, every stroke getting you closer to nearly losing yourself. 
"Don't be quiet," San said, gripping your waist and pushing up into you rapidly. "I want them to hear you. Let them know how good I'm making you feel."
"But Sannie…" you looked over your shoulder, pouting at him and slowing your pace to gentle rocking, "What if we wake them up?"
"Good," he smirked, slapping your ass again. "They wake me up when they fuck you in their rooms." He went back to forcing himself into you, skin slapping skin in the process. When you started letting your moans go, he went faster, "That's it. Just like that. Let them hear you, baby."
"San, San," you huffed out his name, leaning forward and bouncing on him steadily, "San, that feels so good. Please, don't stop."
"Oh yeah? This feels good, baby?" He started kneading and palming your ass, and occasionally swiping his thumb over your hole. "What about that? That too?"
"Mhm," you nodded. 
"I didn't hear you, angel. You need to speak up a bit."
"Yes!" You whimpered, rutting against him when your thighs started burning. "Yes, it does."
You're sure at least Mingi could hear you by now. San's bed knocked into the wall behind you each time you bounced, and nothing held you back from saying his name. When San reached your g-spot in the right angle, you started rubbing your clit on your own for an extra dose of pleasure. He didn't stop you like most members might. He pulled your back to his chest, knees drawing up to lift your legs into the air, and locked you against him. This new position arched your back and squeezed your eyes closed. San put one hand around your throat, neither squeezing or restricting you, and the other on your clit. 
"Say my name," he grunted, thrusting as deep as he could, "Say my name, baby."
"San," you breathed, unable to fathom the amount of pleasure coursing inside you, "Sannie-ah, San…" 
"Keep going. Say it while you cum on my cock."
And you did. In a few more strokes right into your core, you came. You held on tightly to the arms wrapped around you, fingers pressing into his muscles, as your orgasm rolled through you. You huffed, panted and whined out his name as you knew he liked, reminding him who was making you feel this amazing. Even when your clit started pinching from sensitivity, San kept going. 
"Sannie-ah," you whimpered to him, "That feels so good, please don't stop."
"I-I won't, baby," he assured you, kissing your neck. 
As you came down from your high, a voice broke the momentary silence. 
'-Say my name, say my name, say my naaaame-'
The familiar track came muffled from the room next to San’s, and you couldn't help laughing at it. Mingi must not be asleep after all. It took San a minute to recognize the song, and he suddenly burst into a laugh. He slipped out of you and you rolled to face him. 
"That bastard," he laughed, the song continuing into the chorus. 
You shook your head as you laughed with him. "I think we woke him up."
"Well, he better find earplugs," he started repositioning himself so his head was near your sex, "Because I'm far from done with you." 
He brought one thigh onto his head and buried his face into your sopping sex. You saw his dick, no longer in a condom, leaking in front of you and reached for it. San kept one knee up so you could take him even further into your mouth. The combination of him rolling his tongue on your sensitive sex, and his dick touching the back of your throat brought on another wave of arousal. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning around his tip each time it sunk into your mouth, nor could you help grinding into his face for more of his tongue. Mingi continued playing the song, and no doubt laughed about his own joke. You managed to block it out when San flicked his tongue between your clit and your entrance, brushing on the former until you firmly sucked him off. 
"You want me to put your plug in, babe?" He asked, pecking kisses on your thigh. 
"Please."
"Roll over for me."
You rolled onto your stomach and lifted your ass into the air as San rifled around in a box under the bed. Since the move from the dorm, the members split up the toys everyone used in the gray box. Yunho had his own collection, but not all the members were as enthusiastic as him. San found the heart-shaped gem in his own box, and brought it onto the bed. After making sure you were comfortable on a stack of pillows, San took up the lube from the bed and used the silver plug to rub it over you. You rocked back and forth whenever he pushed the very tip inside, muttering about how much you needed him there. This only caused him to pull away, or lightly tap it between your cheeks. He kissed up your back to your shoulder, then pressed his lips to your ear as he pushed it into your ass. You gave a breathy whimper when it fully entered you, and you thought you might cum from just him brushing on you alone. 
"That feels good, huh?" He asked smugly. He started pushing and pulling the toy, and you wriggled your hips. "Answer me."
"It does," you muttered. "It really does, Sannie." You grinded into his cock, feeling it up on the slick folds, "But don't you want to fill up both my holes?"
"Oh, how could I forget?" He cooed, grabbing a new condom. "We wouldn't want to leave you empty, would we?" 
You heard him unwrap the packet, and waited until you jumped, feeling him slide inside. On the other side of the wall, you heard Mingi replay the song a second time. You buried your face in the pillow, your amusement mingling with the pleasure inside you. San pumped into you a few times before he noticed. 
"Are you laughing?" He asked, laughing with you. 
"I'm sorry," you giggled. "It's funny."
"Is this funny too?" He rested over you, and began slamming himself into you quickly as the bed began knocking into the wall. "Hm, is it?"
"No, Sannie," you cried, biting back more laughter. "No, it's not."
"I don't know," he buried his face into your shoulder to stifle his chuckles, "It sounds like you think it is."
'Say my name, say my name, say my naaame.'
Both of you couldn't control your laughter. "But don't stop," you rolled your hips into his, "Please, Sannie-ah?"
"I won't, baby. Don't worry."
Suddenly, the music stopped. San continued pumping into you, and you easily went back to the rhythm before another song came on. 
'Hey, don't stop all night long! So you and I can't stop!'
"Is he purposefully skipping through them?" San said, keeping himself buried inside you. 
"I think so," you panted, putting his arms around you so he fully rested on top of you. Your bodies connected together, the anal plug being tapped by his pubic bone, you turned your head to his ear, "But don't pay attention to him. Focus on me…me and my tight pussy…"
"I am, baby," he kissed your cheek softly, "I definitely am." His hands slipped between you and the plush pillows underneath, giving them a soft squeeze. "You looked so hot in that video," he grunted, going back to his rough pace, sending shocks of pain and pleasure through you, "I couldn't stop looking at you... I would've fucked you right there, if you'd asked."
Yes, the 'Don't Stop' music video. You often made cameos in your boyfriends' music videos, playing as small side characters that add to the overall lore of their universe. Usually, you played some kind of helpful character that doubled as a love interest. In 'Don't Stop', you were a friendly pawn shop owner who helped the members get a deed to their pirate ship. You'd worn a tank top under a cropped jacket…
And shorts. Very small, very tight shorts that you had glued down so they did not ride up. 
"Bet it was my ass you kept looking at, huh?" You hadn't been in the same scene as San, but he watched the footage later. "You love watching my ass any chance you get." You clenched your walls around him, gaining a low groan from him. "My round, tight ass that you love spanking?"
"Yes, baby," he said, pushing the plug like a button, "Yes, it was. I couldn't help it." 
You muffled your moans with the pillow as he started going faster. Dissatisfied with this, San grabbed your hair and yanked your head up so you had no choice but to add your moans to the sounds in the apartment. The knocking headboard went into competition with Mingi’s stereo, and yours and San's groans soon joined in. Your fingers dug into the satin pillows underneath you, unable to contain the orgasm both his cock and the toy teased into the open. San pounded you quickly, grunting and growling as he came closer to his own climax. Both of you became so lost in your own pleasures that you didn't hear a door opening somewhere outside. All of a sudden Mingi’s stereo turned off, and hushed voices began arguing before Mingi’s door closed again. 
"San-ah!" Seonghwa pounded on the bedroom door, "Finish her off and go to sleep! We have work in the morning!"
"Fuck, he's right," San gritted, keeping the same pace. 
He wasn't wrong. You had dance classes to give in the afternoon, and you liked to be well rested before handling a group of toddlers. 
“Sannie-ah,” you squeaked, kneeling up and putting his hands on your chest, “I want you to cum. I like hearing you cum.” 
“I’m going to, baby,” he said, bottoming up into you and still playing with your anal plug, “I’m so fucking close. Your pussy feels so…so…fuck-ah!”
Both of you came quickly. You supposed the constant interruptions and the pressure had each of you bursting immediately. Shakily, you gradually climbed down from your high and collapsed onto his bed. Sweat beaded your forehead, and you could feel the exhaustion in your muscles. The plug inside you became uncomfortable once your body settled down, but you felt too tired to remove it. Luckily, San didn't mind doing it for you. You remained still in his arms while he gingerly pulled it from you, planting gentle kisses on your lips and cheeks. You sighed in relief when it came out, still feeling it there but you knew the sensation would go away. 
"I'm sorry," he muttered, pulling the covers over you to keep away the chill. 
"About what?" 
"Not going longer," he said, bringing you closer to him. "I don't like doing it too quickly."
"Sannie-ah," you laughed, resting beside him, "We felt each other up in the cab on the way here. You ripped my perfectly good tights and fingered me and ate my ass in an elevator. You brought me home; I gave you a blowjob, I rode you, we 69-ed, and you fucked me from behind with a plug in my ass. How on earth is that not enough?"
"I don't know," he shrugged. He kissed you again, "I like fucking you until you can't think straight. I don't want to leave you unsatisfied."
"Not every time has to be porn quality, San," you assured him. "I'm more than satisfied, trust me." You kissed him again, then found energy to slip from the bed. "Besides, we have things to do tomorrow."
He sighed, "You're right."
You pecked his lips, then grabbed a duvet from nearby to wrap around yourself. "I'm gonna wash up, then I'll come back."
"Fine," he said, settling into a comfortable position and shutting his eyes. 
Leaving San in his room, you went across the hall to the bathroom. In the white tiled room, you found the small toiletry bag you kept in each apartment and began removing your smudged makeup. So much for waterproof mascara. When you finished, and started tying up your hair, someone knocked. You assumed it'd be San, so you said:
"Come in."
It wasn't San. Mingi opened the door a crack to see you standing naked in front of the glass shower door, waiting on the water to warm up. His eyes swept over you, putting every inch of you to memory before walking to the toilet. You could see the hint of sleepiness in his eyes and immediately felt guilty. 
"I'm sorry we woke you," you told him. "I tried being quiet, but San…"
"It's okay," he mumbled. He tugged down the front of his pants right as you stepped into the shower. "I don't blame you."
"I still feel bad about it," you closed your eyes as the gentle fall of water soothed your warm skin. "We had a bit too much to drink, and he always gets touchy with me when he drinks."
Mingi finished with the toilet and turned to wash his hands. "I'm not upset with you, angel. I like listening to you get absolutely wrecked by someone else. Just not at two in the morning." 
"I'm sorry," you repeated, grabbing a small body wash bottle. "To be fair, you did blast music that completely threw us off."
"I thought it might speed things up."
"Did it have to be that song, though?" You smiled, the lyrics playing in your head once again. 
"I thought it'd be funny."
"Well, your plan worked because I barely concentrated."
You saw him turn around and lean on the sink. "Did you cum?" 
You shook your head, recognizing the lustful drawl in his voice. "I did. Twice."
You heard the door behind you open, and Mingi scanned over your nude form again. "Good," he said, eyes on your breasts, "I wouldn't have minded helping you get there if he hadn't."
"Go to bed, Mingi," you sneered, sliding the door closed once more. "You need to sleep."
"I'm right next door," he replied, walking away, "If you want a third one."
"Goodnight, Mingi-ah."
"I wouldn't mind-"
"-Goodnight, Mingi," you said more firmly, keeping the amusement out of your voice. 
"Night."
You shook your head and laughed, then finished washing up. Pulling the duvet over your body again, you peeked into a bedroom down the hall. Seonghwa laid on his back in his bed, about to put on his fluffy headphones before he saw you opening the door. He smirked at you. 
"Is it my turn?" He joked, smiling at you. 
"No," you stuck out your tongue at him, "I came to say 'goodnight'. I'm sorry if we woke you up."
"I have another way you can say goodnight to me." He sat up, "You two woke me up from such a good sleep. I don't know if it'll be easy for me to get back into it now. I think I might need a special sleeping method to help me, you know, clear my head."
"Try some soothing sounds," you said. "Goodnight, Seonghwa."
"Night, love."
You left his room and went back to San, who'd fallen asleep waiting on you. Kissing his shoulder, you slithered back into the bed and wrapped your arms around him from behind. He gave a grumbled sound of content, putting his arm over yours and you snuggled closer. Basking in his warm touch, you drifted off to sleep before you even realized. You should have known a night out drinking with San would end this way. 
Your boyfriends have a hard time keeping their hands to themselves. 
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What is it about Astarion that DU Drow fell for? Which traits/habits/quirks/whatever were the ones that he first noticed/piqued his interest?
Oh boy, I mean, at first DU Drow didn't care for Astarion at all. He was extremely on edge around all of these people and Astarion's rather invasive strategy only put him off further - his insight checks may be awful, but he can still tell when someone is trying to suck up to him a little too hard. DU drow thought he was attractive, of course (see.: the narrator's comment about the quote-on-quote pretty corpse) but otherwise didn't think very much of, or very highly of him.
Once he got his confidence back, and after Astarion caught onto the fact that he needed to play hard to get to string him along, there would have been a little while where DU drow only saw him in the context of a trophy or conquest - but admittedly, he also thought Astarion was funny, and he thought he was smart - even someone as dense as him could see that the guy had read him perfectly, and proceeded to adapt as necessary to get what he wanted out of him - and DU drow fell right into it, willingly so. There would have been some mutual respect there between them from understanding each other's games.
Their ritual of letting Astarion bite him definitely planted a little seed of something too. I've talked about it plenty of times so I won't dwell on it, but DU drow enjoys the intimacy implied in allowing someone to hurt him. This was far from an emotional turning point in the relationship, but it did prompt him to start seeing Astarion differently (not better or worse - just differently.)
(I'm a little drunk and went on and on, enjoy LOL)
Then, after one or two intimate encounters, the Urge would have started taking too much of a toll - violent lust turned into lustful violence, and hence DU drow didn't want to have sex anymore out of a fear of losing control during the act; yet, he had learned to trust Astarion by then and would seek out his comfort and companionship all the same. Faced with the situation where sex is no longer an option, I imagine Astarion would have been caught off guard and let the mask slip more often than usual. Pair that with the fact that DU Drow is a surprisingly affectionate (in private) but highly withdrawn person, left him in the role of leading their exchanges. Astarion, I think, would have felt the need to talk; if for no other reason but to fill the air whenever they were alone together. Eventually DU Drow would have started talking back.
These were long nights of just looking up at the sky and going through things that happened that day, what led them here, what the companions are doing, talking shit about whats-his-or-her-name, often just straight up gossip. Astarion eventually realized he could say whatever he damn pleased in front of DU Drow and nothing seemed to phase him, and vice-versa. DU drow enjoyed his bluntness, his earnest impulsivity that matched his own, he laughed at his jokes (as well as some things that weren't meant as jokes) he enjoyed his teasing and his reactions when he said something putrid in return, he liked the way he smelled when he was clean and he liked his stink when he was filthy, he watched him fidget with his own clothes and hair until Astarion gave him a weird look and aggressively asked what he was staring at. He enjoyed when Astarion got angry at something he said, because it felt very genuine - and he didn't use to think of him as a very genuine person.
Astarion was the first to notice something was wrong with him - so DU drow felt comfortable talking about it openly. On the other hand, DU drow never pressed Astarion about his past unprompted - instead just letting him talk about it if he so wished and without trying to milk it for more details when he did choose to do so. Because they spoke a similar language of violence and operated under the same hedonist-based beliefs, it was easy to talk to each other even when there was friction between them - similarly, they were both always willing to move past and quickly "forget" when someone said something truly hurtful.
I don't know if there was a key moment where he realized this had turned into love; that was probably a word DU Drow dropped quite unabashedly sometime after they got to Baldur's Gate, and before they faced-off with Cazador (to no reciprocation or acknowledgment then, not that he minded). But sometime during act 3, DU drow simply assumed that after this was all over they would still stick together.
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endearing | jjk
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pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: you're just worried when your loud housemate suddenly goes quiet after serenading you for hours
rating: pg13 | word count: 1.3k
genre/au: housemates!au, romance?, fluff (lmao who's this), they're just fRiEnDs 🤭
warnings/content: just alcohol consumption, they're sweet ig 🥰
a/n: yk i’m supposed to be on break (literally on midterm season) but here we are. also i haven’t written a purely SFW drabble for a very long time so please bear with me i just love him sm. huge thank you to my phone's voice feature lol, i'd never finished this in a few hours with how slow i usually am.
companion song: more than friends by becky g 💖
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You’re scrolling through your phone when you notice that the whole house has suddenly turned quiet.
You couldn’t be that you’re fixated on your phone that you didn’t notice your housemate has ended his karaoke session because you swear the living room was still loud just a few minutes ago. Jungkook, one of your housemates, has been singing his heart out since past 1 AM today. Not that you mind it really, because you’re a night owl, just like him. You love it when he does his live streams because he usually does karaoke sessions in each of them no matter what he was doing at first.
Jungkook’s one of the popular students on your campus and has a huge following on his IG account, which he uses mainly for everything, no matter how random they are. He deletes his pictures often though when he feels like changing his feed. You’re hoping that he just archived them because he’s quite talented at photography. However, he does frequent lives on IG in return since people tune in when he goes live anyway, filled with comments from either his group of friends or his admirers.
It’s been a while since you heard Jungkook singing. He has a very beautiful voice that even though he doesn’t remember the lyrics for most of the songs that he sang, he still sounded so good to anyone who’s listening. Your other housemates are still not back from their reading week vacation, giving Jungkook the only time when he could be as loud as he can in the house without disturbing anybody. He’s aware that you stay up like him and listen to him when he’s singing, relieved that out of your housemates, it’s you who remained with him. Both of you are the only ones who didn’t go anywhere because of your packed schedules.
Tonight, as diverse as his playlist is, you still feel like he’s serenading you with most of his song choices. Those songs are on your playlist too, which he knew since you’ve shared each other’s links before. So now you’re going to let yourself be deluded, humming along to the songs while you’re getting your tasks done. When the music stopped, you thought he was just taking breaks, so you didn’t think much of it. Jungkook usually creates small noises after he’s done, cleaning up the living room and kitchen before going back to his room.
But it’s suddenly quiet. Did he fall asleep already? Should you check, but then why would you? Jungkook sleeps anywhere at any time unlike you, but you’ve always been paranoid. The lazy part of you wants to close your eyes and fall asleep already, but the other part wants to go down and check. It’s just normal right just in case? Besides, it’s also part of your responsibility as a housemate.
It’s the least you could do for Jungkook because he took care of you many times when you come home drunk from house parties at 5 AM. He even took as much as helping you by being there while you let everything out, offering you a glass of water and making sure you remove your makeup before tucking you into your bed after. He cooks you noodle soup in the morning too in case you get hangovers, which you thankfully don't but your heart somersaults every time with how thoughtful he is.
So despite how comfy your bed is right now, you forced yourself to get up and pushed away your comforter before going down to the living room to check.
And your guts were right because you see Jungkook sleeping soundly on his stomach by the couch with a lighted-scented candle on the table in front of him. The light from the candle allows you to see his handsome face clearly, with flushed cheeks and slightly puckered lips as he sleeps in his arms. He looks adorable, wearing a black crewneck in sweater paws, obscuring his colourful sleeve from your eyes. His cute snores crack a small smile on your face as you approach his sleeping figure, carefully taking the remote from his hands. Sure, he’s a deep sleeper, but you didn’t want to wake him up because it’s already 4 AM and you’re a bit sleepy too.
You then turn off the TV and unplugged the mood lamp that he designed for one of his classes. It’s so pretty, and he brings it out in the living room once in a while, especially when he’s doing his live streams. You also just noticed the half-filled beer mug on the table, taking it with you to the kitchen where you’ve put it back on the ref before deciding to look for spare blankets for him. You couldn’t find any though, so you just opted for his room, which is surprisingly wide open.
Jungkook stays in the room on the first floor, so he frequents the living room when he’s not gaming or doing schoolwork. Entering his room, you grabbed his blanket at once, fighting the urge to nuzzle it, given how good Jungkook usually smells when you hug him. You went back to the living room and put the blanket over him, pushing away a strand of his hair from his closed eyes before tucking it behind his ears. His hair had gotten longer and curly, so fluffy too that you’d been expressing how you love this look on him. Jungkook smiles when you do, letting you ruffle his hair more.
He stirs a bit, causing you to go rigid and worried that you woke him up. You don’t move until you were sure that he’s fully sleeping. And though he might not hear it, you still wish him a quiet good night before eyeing the candle. You love the smell of it but for safety reasons, you blow out and retreat upstairs to your room.
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The footsteps padding in the hallway woke you up from your deep slumber, being the sensitive sleeper you are. You’re wondering how Jungkook’s awake at this hour and why he’s up here, reluctantly rising from your bed before opening the door. There you watch him scurrying back to the stairs wrapped in his blankets looking like a deer caught in the headlights when he hears you.
“Jungkook? why are you awake? do you need something? it’s still early” you asked him sleepily while rubbing your eyes.
“um, i woke up and i-uh” he couldn’t look you in the eye, the nervousness evident in his voice. “you can’t sleep?” you yawn, yearning to go back to your comfy bed but you just wanna talk to him more. 
Jungkook shakes his head. “i just wanna say thank you for earlier and uh-sorry for waking you up” he grins apologetically, rubbing the back of his neck.
“oh Kook, that’s nothing compared to what you’ve done more for me” you smile at him, truly grateful for his existence in your life. Hold, you’re sleep deprived to be having these thoughts right now but Jungkook just looks so endearing in your eyes despite how sleepy you still are. 
Damn, you really should sleep more.
He’s oddly looking at you fondly so you mimic him, both of you waiting who will back down first. Jungkook looks like he wants to say something more, tongue poking around his lip ring with that doe eyes of his. You smile at him, urging him to continue. He’s back to being shy around you these days for some reason but you don’t wanna pry, just want him to be comfortable as much as possible. 
“i’m still sleepy so i’m going back to my room” you can see him retracting so you approach him, a knowing smile already plastered on your face. “do you wanna cuddle? i think we’ll fit in my bed” his nervous eyes were replaced with excitement, following you to your room.
You didn’t even get to lie down on your bed properly when he tackles you, spurring a hearty giggle out of you with him matching you. “what?” he hugs you right away, mumbling something against your skin as he snuggles his head on the crook of your neck. Your hands automatically card through his luscious hair until you hear his breathing slow down, and his cute snores occurring once again. 
Guess you’ll never know what all these are for until he wakes.
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e/n: i'm testing many things from this so hope it's wholesome enough lmao (i tried). have a lovely week everyone!
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meaningofaeons · 10 months
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-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ drunken confession
⊹ character(s) - kaveh ⊹ word count - 1.1k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort (for kaveh lol), kaveh gets drunk and basically whines to reader, reader is a lil blunt/stoic at times and is implied to be some kind of artist/have some understanding of artistry and such (and is also implied to be fairly affluent), fic is implied to take place sometime after the hangout (like after the traveler visits him in the tavern but they don't go anywhere ofc)
this idea sprouted up while I was playing kaveh's hangout quest so I had to rush something out for the loml.... kaveh ilysm (^≗ω≗^) SORRY THE ENDING IS KINDA CLICHE TOO I am cringe but free
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"These clients think they can just... boss me around! All because they have plenty of Mora to throw about! I'm the architectural expert here, they don't know the half of it!"
The man across from you shouted freely, waving around his latest glass of wine as he vented his woes. Normally, this would warrant a hushing and an apology to the nearby patrons... but if you were honest, this was his regular drinking spot, and all the usual tavern-goers already knew of Kaveh's habits.
You, meanwhile, nursed your own glass of the same, glancing over at your companion.
"I know, Kaveh. You've told me that about the last..." You counted on your fingers. "Three clients you've had."
"Just goes to show nobody understands art like we do in this city!" Kaveh slurred, downing the rest of his drink as he slumped onto the table, burying his head in his arms. You eyed him concernedly.
Isn't that his sixth one?
"I think you've had a bit too much to drink," you pointed out, sighing as he waved over the tavern owner, deaf to your words. "Again."
"Nonsense." Oh, so he did hear you. "You know that the only thing that can make me feel better after a belligerent client is drinking until I have to be carried home..."
"Yet you have the gall to lecture the Traveler on the health issues caused by drinking."
"I just warned them a bit!"
"Hm."
Kaveh peeked up at you through his fingers, red eyes boring into your own. The beginnings of a pout formed on his lips, and you had to look away before he tried his puppy-dog eyes on you.
"You're so cold, Y/N... not even a bit of consolation?" he whimpered, his befuddled mind trying to appeal to your pathos in a way his composed self would never dare try. He'd be apologizing over and over for his childish behavior come tomorrow, you surmised. "Can't you comfort me?"
"I would only sound redundant. You come to me about the same problem every time we drink, so it's only natural that my advice would become repetitive."
"You sound like Alhaitham." The grumble in his voice was far too obvious.
"At least I have an artist's mindset and don't stew in books all day long."
"Hardly matters when you talk just as calculatingly as an Akademiya scholar..."
You heave a sigh. Banter wasn't going to make Kaveh feel better—if it did, he'd get along with Alhaitham far better. You opted to wave Lambad over, requesting a glass of water and the bill. You were also quick to shut down Kaveh's attempts to request a seventh glass of alcohol, promising a hefty tip if the tavern owner didn't bend to his whim.
The architect once again shot you a pout, but you merely moved to his side, rubbing circles onto his back as soothingly as you could manage. His crimson eyes began to droop at your actions.
Lambad offered you the water, and you offered him a hefty pouch of Mora, which he gladly took as he bid you farewell. You pushed the cup to Kaveh's lips, and he shot you a look.
"I can drink it myself... I'm not a child."
"You were acting like you had to be coddled like one only moments earlier. Shall I leave you to stumble home by yourself?"
"No! No... You're so mean," he sighed, downing the glass. It seemed to help him regain his bearings, even if only slightly. "Remind me to send you the Mora for my half of the bill later..."
"More like your three quarters," you joked, nudging him as you helped him to a stand. "Don't worry about it. I'll cover tonight's bill."
"But—"
"For a man in debt, you sure do seem keen on losing money." When he glared at you, you chuckled. "Sorry. Low blow."
"Hmph."
"Come, now. How about we go take a seat on the Divine Tree, overlook the docks for a bit? I don't suppose you want to get back to a scolding from Alhaitham anytime soon."
"Yeah... sounds good."
That's how you ended up leading Kaveh to a small root (well, small in comparison to the rest of the Divine Tree), sitting beside him and placing an arm around his shoulder to keep him upright.
He pillowed his head on your shoulder without much reservation, another byproduct of his liquid confidence.
"Have you ever thought about taking a break? I don't think I've seen you look this tired in a long while, Kaveh."
"I would, but you know... Bills to pay, groceries to buy... Not a day goes by that I can live without Mora," he sighed.
"What if I treated you to a vacation in Fontaine? I have some work to complete there. You could relax for a week or two, take your mind off of everything."
"I appreciate the offer... but I'd feel like I'm shirking my responsibilities. Besides, I don't want to bump into my mom, and make her think I'm there to barge in on her new life."
You raised a brow, a bit surprised at his thinking. You had met Faranak in the distant past, and she was as much of a doting mother as Kaveh was a momma's boy.
At the same time, though, you knew the way Kaveh felt. It was easy to fall into the habit of assuming yourself a burden to everyone, no matter how far from the truth it was.
"She would never think that," you said at last.
"I know..."
The blonde man shifted uncomfortably on your shoulder, so you moved to pull him onto your lap instead, allowing him to rest snugly. He looked about ready to protest—not even alcohol could muddle his mind that much, so as to not be embarrassed by your forthcoming action—when he was immediately shut up by your fingers carding through his locks.
It felt nice, very nice, in fact. Kaveh could feel himself nearly drifting off, the contact serving as just the comfort he needed for his down mood.
"Well, if you're willing to wait a bit longer for your vacation, let's go to Mondstadt. It sounds better for an alcoholic like yourself anyways."
"Really? I'm not that bad."
At your unimpressed glare, he stared out at the docks, blushing.
"...I'll try to drink a little less. But if you're willing to have me, I guess Mondstadt does sound nice."
You hummed, pleased at his response, staring at the moon hanging low on the horizon. With a more upbeat smile than before, you nudged him gently, beginning to weave small braids into his hair.
"Look at that moon. A lovely night. Doesn't this kind of beauty just get your creative juices flowing?"
Unbeknownst to you, crimson eyes flicked up to your smiling face, a flush that wasn't quite from any alcohol making its way to Kaveh's pale cheeks.
"...Yeah. Very lovely, indeed."
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lately I've been thinking about an Angel Dust x Husk x Alastor x Vox AU, but in a very complicated and relatively healthy and half romantic half queerplatonic way. this would be a world where Vox never joined the other Vees (bc I just don't think it would easily work otherwise). so like Angel and Husk are like definitely officially dating, Angel and Vox are bffs with benefits (they'd be like ride-or-die besties that make out when they're drunk lol), Vox and Alastor are in a queerplatonic relationship, and Alastor has kind of just inserted himself as a platonic thirdwheel into the huskerdust relationship bc he's nosy and controlling (and he genuinely cares about both of them but he hasn't figured that out yet)
like just imagine Vox and Angel Dust dancing together at a club (Angel is dancing so beautifully and sexily, Vox is dancing like a tipsy white suburban dad), while Alastor and Husk are just sitting at the bar watching over Angel and Vox (they're either watching in companionable silence, or watching while bitching about different annoying people they had to interact with that day)
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for the DVD commentary thing:
“Did you ever?” Arthur asked.
Merlin lifted his gaze to the top of the canopy. Right, he thought.  He’d promised he wouldn’t lie anymore.  Why in the hell had he done that?  Oh, that’s right, because he was the world’s biggest idiot.
“In Camelot?” Merlin asked.  “No.”
Arthur made a brief humming noise that sounded to Merlin like approval, which was both worrying and confusing, because he’d not shown any sign of disapproval about Gwaine and Percival.  So why should he be different?
“Me neither,” Arthur said.
Merlin felt his eyebrows raise.  He couldn’t remember the last time Arthur had volunteered anything of such a personal nature. He’d always had to drag such things out of him.
“Crown Prince… then King…”  Arthur shrugged his shoulders.
Crown Prince and then King what, Merlin wondered.  But Arthur didn’t elaborate. 
“What about not?” Arthur asked.
“Not?”
“What about not in Camelot?”
The crisp ‘t’ sounds on his words made Merlin wonder how drunk and how sleep-muddled Arthur really was. 
“Not in Camelot,” Merlin repeated. 
“Yes.”
“I… That’s… personal,” Merlin said, feeling more like a coward than he had in centuries.
“That’s a yes, then.”
Merlin closed his eyes and tried not to hyperventilate.  “Yes.”
“Your friend Will?”
Hearing that name after so long was so startling that Merlin’s gaze snapped to Arthur. Arthur’s brows were pulled together over his closed eyes, his lips pressed thinner than they should be if he were relaxed.
“Will?” Merlin repeated.
“You seemed… close.”
“We were. Yes.  But not… not like that.”
He watched Arthur’s features relax.  Saw his small nod against his pillow.  And that same small humming sound of approval.
“After Camelot, then,” Arthur said.  As if that was fine.  But the idea of Will was not. 
“Yes,” Merlin said, without really thinking, because he was too busy being perplexed by Arthur’s reactions. “You know he wasn’t a sorcerer, right?  That was me?  What happened in Ealdor?” 
“Yes,” Arthur said. “I know.”
“Right,” Merlin said.  So that wasn’t it, then.  Arthur’s problem with Will.  It wasn’t about magic. And why would it be?  He’d seen how Arthur reacted to his own magic.
“So those companions of yours then.  After Camelot.  Them.”
Merlin frowned up at the canopy, unable to begin to imagine why Arthur was asking all of this.  “Not- I mean- Some of them were… men.  Yes.  But not all of them.  I just… after living so long, I guess, I’m just… open minded.”
“Like Heath,” Arthur said. 
“Yes.”
“But not Danyl.”
Merlin lifted himself up onto his elbows, frowning down at Arthur now.  “Why are you asking me this?” he asked, because he couldn’t help himself.
“Seemed relevant,” Arthur said.
For context, here’s the definition of “DVD commentary” from the original prompt and reblog: “what i was thinking when i wrote it, why i wrote it, what’s going on in the characters’ heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.”
Oooooo this is a good choice. Thank you for submitting this one. I wrote so many words in We Begin Again but I definitely remember being very, very intentional about this scene.
This scene could be entitled “The One In Which They Finally Talk About Their Sexuality — Sort of. Except not really. LOL.”
In my head, I always imagined that Arthur had known about same-sex activities. He knew the knights had sex with each other on battle campaigns to work out their nerves or ease sexual frustration. Even the Romans did that, under certain circumstances, depending upon social rank and age. Arthur would have heard about that too.
Arthur though, could never engage in those activities himself. Could never even let himself entertain those thoughts if he had them. That path was always closed to him. That’s what his comment of “Crown prince… then king…” means. First as Crown Prince, he had to maintain a pristine reputation as an eligible bachelor, and then as King, he was already in love with Gwen, and his focus was on her, and the kingdom, so there was no opportunity.
(Oh, and by the way, Arthur is totally not as drunk as he’s acting. That’s why the “t” is landing so hard when he speaks. He’s a bit tipsy, yes, but he’s dramatizing it a bit to get a pass for his line of questioning.)
Anyway.
Merlin in this scene is terrified of Arthur rejecting him once he finally tells the truth about his own sexuality. Not only that he’ll be kicked out of the sleeping-together-but-not-sleeping-together, but that it will damage their friendship. It’s a big deal for him to tell the truth here, so of course I made it as painful as possible for him to do it. He doesn’t understand why Arthur is focused on Camelot — but Arthur is actually only curious if Merlin acted on his same-sex attractions during the time they’d known each other, because that would be one more thing Merlin had to lie about.
(Plus, okay, Arthur is a teensy weensy bit jealous, imagining Merlin with anyone he’d known.)
Mostly, though, Arthur is honestly trying to understand his own sexuality, and the various types out there, through the lens of people he knows. He hasn’t yet become Master of the Internet, or looked up the words that help us all define who we are at a particular phase of our lives. So he’s holding up examples in his head, and thinking “Am I like Heath? Am I like Danyl? And what is Merlin, exactly, after all these years?”
I thought a long time about how Merlin would answer that question. Arthur wants to know. And Merlin wants to tell him. But Merlin is not a “labels” guy, and he’s lived so long, as a man and a woman, being with all sorts of people, that “Open Minded” was where I landed. Arthur would understand that, especially not yet having been on the internet.
“Why are you asking me this?” Merlin asks, and he’s panicked here, and ready to be kicked out of bed.
“Seemed relevant,” Arthur says, meaning himself, and his own feelings, and the people he’s seen around him.
Merlin of course immediately freaks out right afterward, thinking that Arthur means “seems relevant to my letting you sleep in my bed”.
But Arthur of course comforts him, saying that there are no labels for them both, except the ones they make. And Merlin goes to sleep dazed but in his king’s arms. You know. As best friends do.
;)
Thanks for the ask!
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Odd question for you:
So, the humor of Batstarion aside, do some people just elect to read their own biases into things involving Ascended Astarion. I recall being early in the fandom and assuming based on general commentary he just locked you in his basement and then molests you.
Then: when I actually ascended him and am looking forward to this whole fantasy I just get a goofy, camp vampire Lord who literally lets you live your life. Where do I get a refund? Where is my vampire daddy? lol
Am I alone in this???
No, you are not alone. I found a lot of people who have a strong negative opinion about endings for bg3 companion... How I should explain it in English? Playing the telephone game? Where they are only receiving bits of information and never really experienced the ending themselves or at least never really thought about it deeply because they already developed a bias from these fragmented information and encouragement from like-minded people who share the same bias. Thus, the truth and nuance became diluted amidst the buzz and discourse. For example, Gale endings
GALE HAS NO EVIL ENDING. YES, THE GOD ENDING IS NOT EVIL
People mistook his ambition and huge ego as evil? I think this rooted from "God Gale doesn't propose Tav/Durge unlike human gale, so God ending must have been bad"
"Gale become power hungry, so it must be the evil ending and a bad ending" and "Larian said power is bad"
Gale is a neutral guy, as a human he is neutral good and as a God he became a neutral aligned God. His ascension to Godhood doesn't turn him into Bane or Bhaal, developing an ego big enough to the point he became a god doesn't make him evil or this ending evil. You might dislike it, but objectively, this ending is not evil or bad...
Gale bad ending is him dying and never resurrected, never recruited or sacrificed to BOAAL because they led to his untimely death before he can destroy the brain, reach the crown, or determine what he wanted, how he will approach Mystra...
"But Mystra will kill God Gale because he challenged her!" That is a possibility in his origin ending, before the epilogue is even released, now we got to see new and improved epilogue Gale can take his lover to his realm where they will enjoy their life as Gods, and he has a lot of plan, and although he kinda insinuates that he wanted to challenge Mystra, maybe Tav or Durge can persuade him to not do it
"What if he has no romantic partner?" Maybe he will challenge her, or maybe he will not. I found the ending where Gale immediately going after Mystra to be frustrating, it feels like Larian insisting on the 'power bad' thing in such an on the nose and irritating manner
Gale might have a big ego but HE IS NOT AN IDIOT, he is not a barbarian with 8 intellect, even when he's drunk on power he is still a highly intellectual person/being, and surely he should know that it will take a lot of time and resource for him to be able to challenge Mystra, is it even a good idea to fight her? What would AO say?
He should just focus on his own domain and followers
Same thing with Wyll, this guy HAS NO EVIL ENDING. WYLL CANNOT BE CORRUPTED. Yet there are people out there who say that him becoming a Duke is an evil ending, HOW?!
Now, Astarion... God help us all with this guy. The moment I saw his picture for the first time, I know his fandom will be a disaster
White, sassy, morally gray, handsome, twink, vampire with a sad backstory... The perfect tumblr sexyman, I love him, but I knew the conversation about him will be a mess and headache inducing
Ascendant Astarion is NOT a bad ending, is it evil? Yes, is it bad? No.
It is bad for the city to have yet another vampire lord, an even MORE powerful vampire lord who has no vampirism weakness, but this is NOT bad for him. He enjoyed the power, he enjoyed the freedom, and he finally reclaimed everything that Cazador took from him and even more. I found the notion that ascended astarion 'is not truly free' to be baffling because Cazador is gone, no one can compel him and enslave him anymore, and he is freed from all vampirism weakness.
So long Cazador is dead, both spawn and ascended astarion will be free and have the choice to lead the life they wanted. An outsider moral interpretation of his choice is not his own opinion
"Ascended Astarion regret his choice." No, he never did. I didn't find a single conversation or scene that say he regrets his ascension
"Ascended Astarion is meaner and more evil, so this fate is bad." Your feeling about him doesn't translate to what he feels and how he sees his life and choice...
Or like you said about people claimed. "Astarion will lock Tav/Durge in his basement and molest them" Now, is ascendant romance more toxic and darker than spawn romance? Yes (although it is pretty tame by vampire/yandere standard) but how he treat his lover also depends on Tav/Durge attitude towards him, their personality, their goal and YOUR OWN ideas/ interpretation...
Baldur's Gate give you 'hard canon' and things that you can interpret on your own because it is dungeon & dragons! Hard canon or fixed canon is something like "Orin will die either way" and "If you don't spare nightsong then Last Light will be destroyed." and then there are things that you can decide and interpret on your own such as how your Tav/Durge fare after the last battle, their background, their family, and how their romance with companions play out
There are dialogues or scenes that hinted the future but at the same time there are several options and each dialogue option will lead to a different universe such as whatever you encourage Wyll to be the blade of avernus or becoming a Duke
What irritated me is that there's people who doesn't like his ascension romance, and they be like "Well I don't like this romance and i don't like him now, so I see your Tav/Durge WILL NEVER BE HAPPY WITH HIM AND IT IS A FACT!" NO, THAT IS NOT HOW IT IS WORK!
You cannot enforce your own narrative perspective into other people's. "What about the 'freedom' dialogue in patch 5?! If you clash with Astarion he will-" like I said each dialogue choice lead to a branching multiverse, just because one person have a conflict with ascended astarion doesn't mean my Tav who is very devoted to him have the same problem or will not be happy
Also, patch 5 confirmed the theory that Astarion turned his lover into a bride/groom instead of regular spawn. If you chose a dialogue option that hinted Tav/Durge feel trapped and doubted if they are truly flourishing, then Astarion will say something like (I'm paraphrasing here) "Well, I give you everything! And I will make sure that you live your best life, even if you don't appreciate it!"
A bride/groom has an emotional and mental link with their creator, if Tav/Durge is not happy then Ascended Astarion will feel unhappy as well. Mind you my Tav (Astaroth) doesn't say he feels trapped, he said that he is happy with Astarion and grateful to share everything with him and then Astarion said that he is blessed to be with Astaroth as well then he also said:
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"I may have power, but it would be nothing without you. You complete me."
I don't do Karlach romance, and although I have my own thoughts that if Astaroth romanced her (tbh the guy is gay so he has to be bi/pan in alternate universe) in the end he will feel a bit disappointed with being trapped in hell, doesn't mean I have the rights to ENFORCE that Karlach/Tav romance in general will be unhappy and tragic just because of MY OWN interpretation...
People also shouldn't enforce their own choice for Astarion as
"THE TRUE AND CORRECT CHOICE FOR ASTARION AND IF YOU DISAGREE WITH ME YOU ARE DELUSIONAL AND DUMB"
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sunshineseung · 1 year
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assume it’s a smut oneshot if there’s no fluff/series indicator :) 
this won’t get updated often sorry x
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Bang Chan 🐺🦘
Yardwork - The boy next door, Chris, can’t help but notice your eyes on him, and he decides to lend you a hand... and more. Vacation - Your two boyfriends fullfill your needs while you’re on your long awaited vacation (threesome w/ Monsta X’s Shownu). Day 1 - 100 days of smut Mirror - You love making Chan watch himself fall apart. Brats - You and Jeongin get in trouble with your dom, Chan (threesome w/ Jeongin). Interrogation - You get caught by the feds and the detective getting you to crack is too hot to handle... aka your boyfriend wants you to roleplay with him. Overdue - Of all the people to have a crush on you, it had to be the sweetest, most innocent boy in your class, didn’t it? Voice Messages - Your boyfriend just can’t control himself, even when he’s away. #nsfwtwt - one of your moots is a perv lol
Lee Minho 🐱🐰
I’m yours, sir - Your superior just can’t keep his hands off of you, and who are you to deny him?  Royalty - The prince is requesting your attendance to his ball(s).  Day 2 - 100 days of smut Where you Belong - You go to your church to worship God, but you soon find out who you should really be on your knees for. You Tried - When you tie down Minho while he was sleeping, he’s absolutely furious, but there’s nothing he can do about it. You’re the one in control now… right? Voice Messages - Tour is going on for too long and your boyfriend can’t wait to see you! He literally cannot wait.
Seo Changbin 🐖🐇
Keep Me Warm - Changbin finds a creative way to heat you up in the dead of Winter. Experimental - Your boyfriend, Felix, requests an... interesting birthday gift, but you give in because both of you agree that Changbin is irresistible. (threesome w/ Felix) Bully - this one sucks im sorry Day 3 - 100 days of smut Little Secret - Series - Changbin is your brother’s best friend. He comes over all the time, and you practically grew up together. If only you hadn’t gotten a crush on him. If only he knew how hard you had fallen for him. Boobs - tits. Teacher’s Pet - You gotta get your grades up somehow.  Chastity + Sounding - He’s begging to be unlocked, but he doesn’t expect the punishment.
Hwang Hyunjin 🦙🥟
Goodboy - If he wants praise, Hyunjin needs to earn it. Day 4 - 100 days of smut Psycho - Your crazy ex can’t get enough of you. Paperwork - The new CEO of the company you work for needs a companion, and you need a raise. Seems like a win-win.  Voice Messages - The memories of you get Jinnie hot and bothered while you’re away.
Han Jisung 🐹🐿️
Punch Drunk Love - Hooking up with a cute boy in your backseat isn’t uncommon for you, but it is for Jisung.  Movie Night - You... just... can’t... keep... still! Day 5 - 100 days of smut Pathetic - He’s such a loser. You can’t help but step on him.  Sexting - needy Jisung needs his needy girlfriend
Lee Felix 🐥☀️
Dirty Thoughts - He has a crush on you, and he just can’t help having... you get it. Experimental - Your boyfriend, Felix, requests an... interesting birthday gift, but you give in because both of you agree that Changbin is irresistible. (threesome w/ Changbin) Day 6 - 100 days of smut Sinner - part one / part two - You corrupt everyone’s favorite church boy. Lollipop - You need something sweet, and no one is sweeter than Felix. Pegging drabble - felix loves butt stuff Voice Messages - he’s so desperate! please hurry home!
Kim Seungmin 🐶🍒
Anniversary - First smut! - You and your boyfriend prefer carnal gifts over sentimental gifts. Kitten - Everyone thinks he’s a puppy, but you know his true nature. First Kiss - Fluff - A silly accident leads to you confessing to your crush. Day 7 - 100 days of smut Practice - He doesn’t care if you can get caught. He needs you now. Gag Gift - Merry Christmas! Seungmin gets you the gift of being gagged. Caught on Camera - Seungmin wants to preserve the memory of you falling apart in his backseat.  Alone Together - You and your boyfriend, Seungmin, are always busy, but you find the time. Voice Messages - A slight argument turns into many heated voicemails.
Yang Jeongin 🦊🍞
Fuckboy - The worst lab partner ever turns into one you can mildly tollerate. Brats - You and Jeongin get in trouble with your dom, Chan (threesome w/ Chan). Day 8 - 100 days of smut Journal - Series - Yang Jeongin babysits your two children, and he’s always been the most polite boy you’ve ever met. Unfortunately for him, he leaves his secret journal at your house one evening, and your curiosity got the better of you. Morning Dew - Soft morning cuddles turns into soft morning sex. #nsfwtwt - your moot is too horny for his own good
OT8/Multiple Members 🧭🌏
Ideal Dates - Fluff - self explanatory rlly Caught - variations of skz finding you naked What they wear - what skz wear in bed What you wear - what skz like you to wear in bed Submissive Skz - self explanatory Dominant Skz - self explanatory Skz Onlyfans - self explanatory Little things you do - things you do during sex that drive them crazy Levels of Stray Kids - Series - skz as soft/hard dom, switches, and soft/dom sub How they sound - the many, many sounds skz make in bed Skz in feminine underwear - Mini Series - their favorite underwear that might be yours Threesomes w/ bf!Chan - Chan invites one of his members to a threesome with you. How does it go? 
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jessiemeows · 24 days
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Insecure
Pairing: Spawn Astarion x F! Tiefling Redeemed Durge/Tav
Summary/Setting: post-Cazador and post-Ansur the dragon in Act 3, Astarion and the companions are back near the Rivington camp. Karlach accidentally hurt our poor vamp’s feelings lol.
I wrote something a while ago regarding Astarion most likely gaining weight from finally having access to blood after years of starvation so I wrote it a little short story for it!
Rating:  pg-13 lmfao, very light but mentions insecurities around weight
I wrote this while wine-drunk last night so, hopefully, there are not too many errors! 
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Karlach exclaimed, "Come here, Fangs! I need to pinch those cheeks of yours!" while inching her fingers closer to Astarion's face. Astarion had just finished sewing up Clive, the teddy bear, who was Karlach's partner in crime. As a rogue, Astarion could easily dodge Karlach's attacks, whether it was her bear hugs or pinches, but he let the fiery tiefling have her way with him now and then.
“You are just so adorable, I can see why Eris can't resist you.” Karlach was rambling on about the vampire, smooshing his face to the point he could barely speak “Eris is such a lucky duck to have a chubby little vampire.”
Astarion's eyebrows furrowed as he glared at Karlach. "Chubby?!" he shouted, squirming out of the tiefling's grasp. His face was red and sore from Karlach's previous actions. "What do you mean by calling me chubby?!" Karlach's eyes wandered, searching for answers, giving him a dazed look. "I- Astarion," she stuttered in response.
Halsin stopped teaching the Scratch and Hoots how to roll over, and Gale, Minthara, and Shadowheart paused their conversation to look at them. Lae’zel’s usual loud sharpening sounds of her greatsword ceased, and the sudden silence was deafening. ‘Great,’ he thought to himself “now the whole camp was staring at them now.”
"I-just," Karlach stuttered, trying to choose her words carefully. "Since you and Eris have been together and you've been eating from her, you've filled out a little bit. It's not an insult! You deserve to finally be happy! That's all I meant, Astarion."
Astarion waved his hand at Karlach dismissively and stormed off to his tent, relenting on his next poorly chosen words.
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Eris had returned from a retreat with her companions Wyll, Jaheria, and Minsc. They had been hunting for fresh game and gathering vegetables to celebrate the defeat of Ansur, the dragon, and Wyll's new title as 'The Blade of Avernus'. After the celebratory meal, they all sat by the fire. Minsc was telling one of his many stories while Jaheria kept interrupting him, saying that she remembered the story a little differently. Of course, Minsc claimed that it was how Boo, the giant miniature space hamster remembered it, so his story was the truth. 
The tiefling spent hours enjoying the company of her friends, laughing and drinking. However, she couldn't help but miss the absence of her vampire partner who had retreated to their tent for the night. This wasn't anything new for Eris, as he sometimes became moody and preferred to be left alone. In fact, it was often for the better that he did so, as he had gotten into arguments with others on more than one occasion. But it was quite unusual for him to not even come out to greet her once she returned from her travels and to say hello.
As the night was drawing to a close, she said her goodnights to her friends and made her way back to her shared tent. She may have been a little tipsy from the wine she had consumed earlier, and all she could think about was kissing her adorable, charming vampire. However, upon stumbling into the tent, she noticed the elf sitting quietly, reading and sulking about.
"Hey Astarion, is everything okay? Or are you mad at me? You seem quiet tonight," Eris asked as she began to change into her nightclothes. Astarion's gaze wandered as he took in her hourglass figure, admiring her soft curves. "I missed you at dinner," Eris added, tilting her head at him. Astarion remained silent, lowering his eyes again and pretending to read his book while avoiding eye contact with Eris.
"Astarion," Eris said again, this time staring at him with big, puppy eyes and a pout on her lips. He couldn't resist those eyes. "Hm? Oh, it's nothing," Astarion replied, trying to hide his true feelings. Eris, however, knew him too well. She finished getting dressed and crawled towards him, sliding her arms in between him and shutting his book. 
"I know you're hiding something from me, Astarion," she said while resting her head in the crook of his neck. "Come on, you can tell me. What is it?" Her warm breath left a trail of kisses down his neck to his jawline. He could smell the wine on her breath, which meant she was a bit tipsy. She always got playful when she drank. He tightened his grip around her waist and pulled her onto his lap.
“You’re gonna think I’m silly.” He trailed off before speaking again. “Do you think I've gained weight since we met?” 
A moment of silence followed, Astarion released his grip on her waist and placed her back beside him. "Wait, let me speak, my love," she pleaded. Despite her words, the vampire turned back to the book he had been reading. However, before he could start reading again, she sprawled herself on top of the book on his lap and let out a groan.
"Instead of throwing a temper tantrum, please go ahead and say what you need to," he said, clearly upset with her silence.
"Astarion, I won't lie to you. Yes, you have gained weight, but it's a healthy weight. When we first met, you were very thin. I was surprised when you were able to hold me down when you used that dagger against me." She quickly sat up, straddling him and cupping his face.
"Ugh, when are you going to let that go?" the vampire rolled his eyes at her.
"Never," the tiefling giggled quietly, "but you've gained a significant amount of healthy weight. You're so much stronger than before, and you're still absolutely beautiful to me." Eris started kissing Astarion's cheeks, then moved to his neck. Meanwhile, Astarion began tracing his fingers on a couple of scars she had on her back, slowly inching his fingertips underneath her shirt. He let out a soft moan as she nipped his neck with her own fangs. The poor thing was trying to show him a taste of his own medicine. "And I wouldn't change how you look now for the world."
Astarion's cheeks began to blush. He grabbed Eris's chin and parted her lips with his own. "I love you so much, Astarion," Eris said, breaking their kiss momentarily. "I love you too, Eris. I will always love you.  How about a little fun, hm?”. He deepened their kiss by rolling Eris over to her back, feeling her smile silently say yes.
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"Return to Pabu" Part 2
Companion piece to "Cup Of Caf"
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To read "Return to Pabu" Part 1
https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/740375615328354305/return-to-pabu-part-1?source=share
Background: The Batch returns to Pabu with Crosshair in tow. How will he adapt? Particularly in this chapter, what will life look like for the other Batchers as they settle into civilian life? Pabu is this happy little bubble. This tiny slice of happiness and stability before the Empire shits all over this beautiful planet. Want you readers to enjoy The Batchers being happy in this chapter.
The reader (main character) from Cup Of Caf is mentioned. This story is from the point of view of The Batch and Crosshair.
(My OC Maadienne "Mad Momma" Dax makes an appearance as Hunter's love interest. Since this story takes place in an alternate universe from "Vagabonds", Love, Sil, and Tiggy do not make an appearance. Admittedly, since TBB S3 will be starting up here in a few weeks, this might be the only happy ending Hunter and Mad get. I am currently unsure if I'll be able to finish the "Vagabonds" series before the S3 hype hits. Lol, started myself a fucking novel with that one! So...I'm being really self indulgent with my OC and her love interest in this shorter series. IT FEELS SO GOOD! Thanks for understanding.)
Word Count: 1.5K
Warning: None. Angst, sadness, fluff, some alcohol use, babies. Affection and types of romantic relationships other than Cishet.
Lovely dividers by the talented @saradika
The next morning Crosshair was gone, his bed empty. Hunter, terrified of losing Cross again, was about to track him down. Echo intervened. 
“He’ll come back. Just needs time to sort out his thoughts...alone.” 
Hunter nodded and proceeded to Omega’s room. She was gone. He had forgotten she slept over at Lyana’s house. Wrecker spent the night with Shep. 
Mad emerged from their bedroom dressed and planted a kiss on Hunter’s cheek. 
“Bye Hunky.” 
Hunter mildly panicked “Wait. Where are you going?” 
“Phee and I are spending the day doing ‘Woman Stuff’. Probably don’t remember, you seemed pretty drunk last night.” 
She stopped, looked at Echo then Hunter. “What’s the matter? Lookin’ sad there Handsome.” 
“Oh...uh...nothing.” 
“He’s sad because his squad up and left him.” 
“Now Echo...” 
“It’s strange not being totally in charge, huh? Gives you lots of time to do other things?” 
Hunter was silent, still sulking. 
Mad’s heart went out to him. “You want me to stay home with you today?” 
Hunter gave her puppy dog eyes. 
“Use your words, Hunky. What’s your head say versus you heart?” 
Hunter scowled. “Both say words are hard.” 
Echo chuckled. “Run away Mad, I’ve got him. Go have fun with Phee.” 
Mad smiled, hugged Hunter who took in her scent, and squeezed back. 
“You can’t ever leave Echo. This man needs you as an emotional interpreter.” 
She kissed Hunter then pecked Echo on the cheek before dashing out the door. “THANKS!” 
Both stood there red-faced grinning. 
“I LOVE that woman.” Hunter beamed. 
Echo clapped Hunter on the back. “C’mon, let’s go sneak Tech some caf at the Med Ward.” 
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And so, the weeks passed by with Crosshair disappearing all morning, finally returning by afternoon. No idea where he went. The Batch didn’t ask at first. Omega had theories, which she shared with her brothers, Mad and Phee.  
Then the rumors started around the island: The local potter, usually rather withdrawn, was making the rounds around the island. Purchasing food for “The Grumpy Man.” Rumors were confirmed as the skinny bald sniper started filling out. His skin and hair becoming healthy and lustrous.  
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Omega set out to start learning how to cook, roping Wrecker in as her sidekick. They packed up meals for Crosshair, insisting he share the food with his new friend. At first, he scoffed, then relented. Eventually Cross slowly started inserting himself into the evening cooking sessions in The Batcher House. 
Crosshair would imbibe in drink and eventually loosen up...for his standards. Sharing small bits and pieces of his experiences while away from the Batch. But nothing TOO deep. Cross was always content to watch the antics of his very happy family. 
Wrecker and Shep would bring in the catch of the day. Then sit and drink, sharing loving touches and sweet glances at one another. They announced their engagement and planned to wed soon. The whole island was invited to the ceremony and reception. They coordinated with Echo on refreshments and Wrecker planned the menu, wanting to cook for his own wedding reception...with Omega’s help, of course. 
Echo, in charge of refreshments, would open a bottle of Spotchka or throw together a Fuzzy Bantha or some other cocktail. Tech had built Echo a mechanical hand that could be switched out with his scomp. From that point on, Echo was the official Batcher Bartender. It wasn’t just throwing together a drink, it was a SHOW! He tossed bottles in the air, catching them, pouring with finesse, lighting the brightly colored alcohol on fire (for Wrecker especially), adding exotic ingredients that Tech helped suggest for certain palates, some of which Phee brought back from her travels.  
On the crazier nights, Echo would toss bottles and Wrecker cooking implements in unison while Mad and Phee sang and Shep hammered percussion on the wooden table with his large hands. Hunter would get up from the table to dance, dragging Crosshair with him. The competition was fierce as both men had an intense “Dance Off” to one up each other.   
Tech was learning the fine art of highbrow humor, especially after one (or several) of Echo’s cocktails. He and Phee would have constant banter at the table. They were hysterically funny when Tech reached the confused slurry speech stage. Phee enjoyed playfully teasing him while he rambled on, index finger raised...then trailing off as he had lost his train of thought. She’d gently slip her hand into his raised one and caress it. Tech would blush red(der) and smile. 
Hunter and Mad sat leaning against each other, shoulder to thigh. Basking in love, occasionally whispering something into each other’s ear. Things that brought their own blush and smile. They shared a secret...eventually requesting Echo make her drinks sans alcohol. Hunter instructed Echo to add Mad’s to his drink, making it a double. By the end of the night Tech and Hunter would carry on a drunken conversation that NOBODY understood except the two of them. Everyone would get hugs though. Even Tech would embrace the guests before everyone left...as Phee eventually escorted him to the sofa. Hunter never made it that far, choosing the comfort of the floor. Wrecker tucked Lula under his head, before leaving to spend the night at Shep’s place. 
Echo would help Mad and Phee clean up, then hug Omega goodnight. He would awaken early like clockwork the next morning, brewing caf in the kitchen. Echo and Crosshair would nod to each other, as Echo slid the packaged food across the kitchen island to him. Then smile as Cross quietly left the house. Afterwards Echo nudged Tech and Hunter awake to start the day. 
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Dinner came and went. The Batchers kept their drinking to a minimum tonight. Everyone just wanted a quiet evening. Hunter and Tech wanted to sleep in an actual bed again. Mad and Phee WANTED THEM to sleep in an actual bed again. 
Besides, Hunter and Mad had an announcement to make: Mad was expecting. While everyone was beyond happy and joyful, it was no surprise. A definite event to celebrate. Wrecker brought a cake to the table and Hunter handed Mad his vibroknife to cut it.  
“Uh...we don’t have something maybe...CLEANER to use?” 
“Made sure to wipe it down properly.” 
“Let me guess...this has some kind of significance, yeah?” Mad cocked an eye at Hunter. 
“Well, I WILL be using this knife...MY knife to cut our child’s umbilical cord.” 
“WHAT???” Mad frantically searching Hunters stone cold expression for any trace of total BS. 
“I’ll wipe the blade down properly beforehand. Especially if it’s a C-section.” 
“HUNTER, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DAMNED MIND???” 
Hunter’s face was dead serious...until everyone at the table burst out laughing. Then he winked at Mad. 
"Kriff! Thought the booze pickled your brain!!!” 
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Hunter gently took the knife from Mad, flipped it back and forth expertly one handed and slid it back into its sheath. Suddenly, he knelt down beside her on one knee. The laughter in the room died down to total silence. Mad could see from everyone’s face this was spontaneous and unexpected. 
“Mad” Hunter took both of her hands in his.  
He cleared his throat. Hunter’s expression was mixed: Intensely passionate but nervous. He was out of his element and not used to doing this sort of thing in front of others. 
“Ah...As you know, I’m not the kind of guy whose all about grand public gestures...but I was struck in the moment to tell you...in front of the most important group of people in my life to the most important individual who is carrying my child...that I LOVE YOU intensely with my VERY BEING.”  
Mad slightly cocked her head and gave him her veiled sassy “No duh, Hunky” expression. Hunter almost broke out in nervous laughter but caught himself. Clearing his throat again, he leaned in slightly. Mad got serious and mirrored this gesture. They were close enough to intensely look into each other's eyes and focus on one another. The rest of the room seemed to fall away into the distant background and disappear. Just two people declaring to each other their deepest desires. 
Hunter continued. “I know we didn’t plan for this to happen.” He lovingly stroked her belly. Mad squeezed his hand. “I also know we didn’t plan to be formally married...and I don’t expect that. Heck...” He looked slightly embarrassed letting it all hang out. “I don’t have a ring...or technically own ANYTHING...I’m...poor. But I have a life to give and I want to give it to you. I’ll be the most devoted father to this baby and the most devoted partner to you.”  
“I know the Nomaadi don’t stay in one place too long. And...if you’ll have me...If you want me...I’ll go anywhere and everywhere you want to go. I want both of us to be together for whatever amount of time we have left in this life.” 
Silence. 
Then Mad spoke. “Hunter...” Her voice caught a hitch and she inhaled sharply. She was touched deeply by this gesture of vulnerability and commitment. The baby, barely formed yet, fluttered sharply inside her belly...the first time she ever felt its presence. Everything seemed so REAL suddenly, not just the concept of being pregnant... 
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butterflydm · 8 months
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wot rewatch: 1x1 - leavetaking
Rewatching as prep for season two! These are going to be pretty spoiler-heavy for the books (will note how far) and kinda live-bloggy - I'm briefly pausing to note down thoughts but won't be writing out entire paragraphs. Just little notes as I go on.
Spoilers for the entire first season and some s2 spoilers plus through maybe The Dragon Reborn in the books. Maybe only The Great Hunt.
1. Fascinating how Liandrin's perspective on men and the One Power is the reverse of the truth. It's not men who make the Power filthy but the Power that makes men go wrong (because of the taint). I do think she genuinely believes what she's saying here though.
2. We get a lot of info from Moiraine and Lan here: we know there's an active prophecy, we know that the Dragon can channel, we know they should be 20 years old. We also see Moiraine's doubts and her wishful thinking both at play: she doubts/tests various parts of the prophecy but does not let herself believe he was gentled before he could ever be found.
3. The rumors in/out of the Two Rivers are interesting to think about - it sounds like the idea of ta'veren must be fairly widely known -- given that we know in TGH that at least one of Moiraine's eyes-and-ears is Tuatha'an, I wonder if the group of Tuatha'an near the Two Rivers that Egwene & Perrin run into (with Ila & Aram) is also the group that has Moiraine's spy, in the show canon. EDIT: we know from TDR about her spy, not TGH, lol
4. I am So Interested in whether or not s2 will get into the emotional details of Egwene not braiding her hair anymore.
5. It kinda feels like the show went more hardcore egalitarian for the Two Rivers than the books did -- we never hear anything about the mayor or village council and the women's circle is a rite of passage for womanhood as opposed to being a governing body.
6. Wolves! ❤
7. Some people apparently took Rand calling past-him a sap as him being... a Chad now? Very strange. He's obviously not being serious (and he brings Egwene a berry in this very episode).
8. The scene with the three boys is so good for establishing them as friends but also showing Mat is not supernaturally lucky here, and we see Rand and Perrin's concern and affection.
9. Enter our Mysterious Wanderers. It's a great dramatic entrance for our very Dramatic pair. Moiraine taking a good look around trying to clock all the twenty year olds.
10. So we get introduced to all the celebration and joy first... and then after Moiraine's intro, we get into the various emotional turmoils each of our younger cast are facing:
a. Perrin's marriage is somewhat troubled.
b. Mat's parents have created a troubled family life for him and his two sisters and he is basically the one raising his sisters even while having to deal with his drunk mom telling him he's a terrible person.
c. Rand and Egwene's relationship breaks up as they realize for the first time that they have grown into having incompatible life goals (a problem that will not go away even after their individual situations completely change).
Despite the idyllic scenery, the emotional undercurrents in the village are complex.
11. First we have Moiraine specifying that they need two beds and then we get the lovely non-sexual bath scene with Lan and Moiraine. I love how much we get to see Moiraine & Lan being platonic companions.
12. I like that Egwene and Rand truly care deeply about each other but that doesn't make their lives compatible.
13. Love how we go from the whistling background sound over the Fade to Fain actually whistling.
14. The next morning, we get Mat pawning the stolen bracelet -- this helps sets up why he steals the dagger later; Mat has an incentive to need money that isn't about being greedy. But then we also see in the later scene that his friends very much want to help him. And Mat shows deep emotional intelligence and concern with Rand as well.
15. Nynaeve gets knocked out as a Dragon candidate right away, due to being too old to be the prophecy baby. Sadly, in the process of figuring that out, Moiraine burns a bridge with Nynaeve (who already wasn't inclined to trust her).
16. The Wisdom cleaning the sacred pool fits very well with Nynaeve becoming a "servant of all" aka Aes Sedai (just like Egwene surrendering to the river is a mirror of surrendering to saidar). But also the Wisdom is really the only 'leader' that we get introduced to in the Two Rivers in the show.
17. I am very curious about if the issue of the Old Wisdom comes up again when Nynaeve is in the White Tower. Nynaeve does seem aware here that Listening To The Wind is connected to the One Power.
18. Again, I love how the Rand, Mat, Perrin friendship feels substantial here and not just because they're all the same age so they hang around together.
19. Love getting the themes here of rebirth and how the reincarnation aspect of the lore feels present in people's everyday lives.
20. Nynaeve being separate from all the other villagers so they can't see her pain. My heart!
21. Now that we've set up Life As It Is, it's time to break it so that the main story can start. Lan brings the news about the Fade & Trollocs and Moiraine confirms that she doesn't know which of the four kiddos is The One (a good thing, as it turns out).
22. Some good character work during the fight:
a. Nynaeve trying to protect and heal her people.
b. Fain just sauntering off without a care.
c. Mat going back into danger to save his sisters.
d. Perrin doing something to make him terrified of the violence inside hinsrlf.
e. We see that there's more to Rand's dad than meets the eye.
f. Rand defeats the Trolloc but at a cost (his dad getting horribly injured).
g. Egwene & Nynaeve both willing to fight back, even when they just have belt knives.
h. Once Moiraine and Lan are able to turn the fight (and we get some lovely choreography of then working as a team and seeing how Warders aid their Aes Sedai), the villagers take heart and really together against the Shadowspawn.
23. Overall just a good job showing how traumatic an attack like this would be.
24. Anyway, it felt clear to me that part of the reason our kiddos don't argue much with Moiraine after the battle is because they're all pretty shocked and traumatized. None of them have ever experienced anything like this!
25. I hope the implied flashback for Moiraine & Siuan in s2 has us getting the prophecy onscreen but it was still cool to hear Moiraine telling them about it here.
26. There's a great shot here of Moiraine facing Egwene and Rand and we see all three of them in shades of blue. Meanwhile, when we swap to Perrin and Mat, Mat has a tiny stripe of blue but the two of them are more earth-tones. Channelers vs non-channelers? Rand puts on an earth-tone coat as they leave - because he's going to be in denial?
27. Right now, Moiraine is saying they need to get to the protection of the White Tower (meaning Siuan and her attempts to ready the Tower). And that's a wrap on episode one!
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marble-writes · 1 year
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I always think about how fucked up but cool it would be if the hunter NPCs that die in the waking world show up in the Nightmare
Imagine finding Father Gascoigne and possibly Henryk, among the many blood-drunk hunters, just mindlessly killing beasts
Or you're fighting the hoards of hunters, and out of nowhere, Eileen drops in and helps you, complimenting that you've taken upon her mantle well enough, and that she's happy she gave you her Crow badge
Or you find Valtr, grieving over the state Yamamura is in, or over the Butcher set that belonged to the Older Madaras twin, or even the other pieces of the constable set that may have belonged to his companions
Or maybe you pissed off Djura so fucking bad (by befriending him, and then attacking the beasts, and then killing him) that he sides with Lady Maria and Brador, and once you step foot into the Fishing Hamlet you see a glint at the top of the lighthouse and then GRATATATATATATA--
Or maybe you find Alfred in the jail cells for attempted hate crimes against Maria lol
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atiny-piratequeen · 11 months
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𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒉.𝟒 (𝑷.𝑺𝒉)
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✧.*Summary  ✧.*-Due to olden traditions, you’re sent off to be a sacrifice to an unseen beast on an island far from home. You’re not exactly the one to go down without a fight and you promise when you get yourself out of this situation, you’re going back for revenge.
After an encounter in the ocean and arriving on the island in question, you collect yourself and begin making preparations to get yourself off of this island.
All while being watched over by a pair of unfamiliar, narrowed emerald eyes.
✧.*Pairing  ✧.*-Siren!Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader
✧.*Genres  ✧.*-Angst, Romance, Smut, Action, Fantasy, Survival, Slight Horror Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Revenge, Siren AU, Monster AU, Enemies to Lovers
✧.*TWs  ✧.*-Mentions of Death, Blood, Subtle Monster Transformations, Non-Descript Mentions of Eating People (I mean Seonghwa ain't human so it's not cannibalism but-)
✧.*Sws ✧.* - Hair pulling, Strength Kink, Size Difference, Food Play, Oral Fixations, Wet Dream, Cunnilingus, Blowjobs, Pussy Drunk Seonghwa, Monster Anatomy (Elongated tongue, Two Cocks, Knots-), Thigh Fucking, Titty Fucking, Grinding, Teasing, Fingering, Squirting, Cum Swallowing, Overstimulation, Virginity Loss, Depictions similar to Heats/Ruts, Double Penetration, Breeding, Knotting, Creampie, Mind Break (From Pleasure, everything is safe, sane, and enthusiastically consensual here)
✧.*Rating  ✧.*- Explicit (18+)-Minors DNI
✧.*WC  ✧.*-15.5k+ (help, my back hurts-)
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✧.*A/N  ✧.*This was originally a 3k+ paid commission thanks to the lovely @jacksons-goddess-gaia​​ but I loved the idea so much that I decided to make this into a short series! Thank you again for allowing me to turn your comm into something of a bigger scale and I hope you and everyone else also likes this little series! Just a note of warning, the ending of this series does have a pretty dark ending so please be mindful of the tws of each respective chapter (tbh I don’t think its any darker than the shit I make yall suffer through write anyway but just a fair warning, you are not ending this as any kind of pacifist lol)
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After that fateful day, everything regarding life on the island…shifted.
Seonghwa no longer appeared just in the corner of your vision. No, instead, he had been all but glued to your side, helping you with hunts and accompanying you as you traversed newer parts of the island. 
It was nice. Having a companion at your side. Someone who would sit and listen to your stories about your parents, whom you missed dearly. Or an extra pair of hands to help you find the missing remains scattered about the island and lay your fallen sisters to rest properly. 
Speaking of resting, after a bit of fumbling, he'd all but nominated himself to be your…mattress, essentially. Not a single night passed now without Seonghwa settling his large form down first, looking at you with those dazzling emerald eyes as he waited for you to (shyly) crawl beside him. Some nights, you sleep with your back to his broad chest, lulled to sleep by his singing as he held you close with a single arm. 
Other nights, when bite of the night air is a bit chillier or while it rains just outside, Seonghwa nudged you on top of him, cocooning you in a blanket and then protectively wrapping both arms around you, rumbling every time you wiggled in his grasp until you force your fluttering heart to calm down and tuck your head in the crook of his neck.
He doesn't sing then, not until you're settled in and already dozing. Instead, he lets you shift to and fro, watching with half lidded eyes that shine in the dark with mirth.
"Have you finished fluttering, Little Bird?"
You flush and feel your ears heat up.
"You could help."
"I could. But it is cuter to watch you wriggle around. You make some interesting sounds."
You slap him half heartedly (it doesn't phase him) and huff, focusing on going to sleep after that. 
It's only after you begin to doze off on your own that you hear those familiar notes, quietly pushing you into the realm of dreams as you feel every thrum and vibration rumble from his throat.
This truly was a dream…
Erm, anyway-
Seonghwa had been so kind as to use his magic to create clothes for himself…before promptly giving you his shirt to wear. 
It was so large, it essentially was a dress, with the benefit of being fresh and clean (and smelling of Seonghwa). He didn't bat a lash as he produced a fresh shirt for you nearly daily (until you told him you could just wash the others, feeling bad about how much he'd been gifting you) Seonghwa usually ended up staying in the nude unless you both intended on going much deeper in the forest for the day.
Even then, he somehow ended up coming back to camp with you, pants mysteriously absent. Something about being more comfortable and feeling less restricted in "Landling Attire" and not seeing any need in wearing them if you already knew of his existence and weren't bothered by it. 
Well, you were bothered by it, but probably not in the way he'd thought. The more time you spent with the seven foot behemoth of a man, the more you began to…realize some things.
Specifically with the dawning realization you definitely had an attraction to him. 
At first, you'd held a small conference with yourself in your head. Had it just been residual emotions from him saving your life? Perhaps that was part of it, but it certainly wasn't all.
Your mind had already wandered way more than it ever had before with anyone else when you had those treacherous first 48 hours together. It continued to wander, tripping, falling, and rolling down a hill as you become hyper aware of certain…habits the SeaBorn man had. 
Like the otherworldly show of strength he showed nabbing that sturgeon, or the way he had cleared the way for you sometimes by hefting up entire boulders, the veins in his arms, neck, and legs bulging from the challenge before letting out a rough snarl of a noise as he tossed it aside. The pleased, almost feline purr that would leave his lips when he was satisfied, accompanied with an occasional clicking resonating from deep in his chest that tickled your brain in a way you were wholly unused to. 
Or, endearingly, the way he'd tilt his head, listening to you intently as you told quiet stories over your dinner campfire. His singing always put you at ease, and you quickly found it took no effort at all for you to fall asleep against his chest once he began to sing to you.
It was…oddly domestic and wholesome, though your thoughts weren't always the same.
Like today. 
Seonghwa could pick you up without any effort, often doing so with one hand or arm, supporting your bottom as he'd lift you up to reach high fruit from trees you previously weren't able to reach without throwing fallen branches and rocks and hoping your aim was good enough to make them fall. 
That's where you'd found yourself today. Perched on his shoulders, reaching up as you mumble under your breath. It would be easier if he just held you up, yes. His arm span was enough. But you were admittedly stubborn, and wanted to hold onto some sense of usefulness. Seonghwa was here but you couldn't expect him to do everything while you sit back and do nothing. 
He merely grunted below you, feeling the weight of your hips on the back of his neck, humming as you huff. 
"Do you wish to-"
"No, I got it!" You cut him off, threading your fingers through his hair without thinking, steadying yourself as you rise up to your knees. Your fingers brush just barely against the fruit, your knees digging into Seonghwa’s shoulder slightly as you lean more. 
"Y/n. As much as I looooove having your knees on my shoulders, just let me hold you up." 
You barely have the time to rebut his suggestion before you feel yourself slip and fall forward, head first. 
You shriek, throwing your arms up to brace yourself for the ground. 
You're stopped abruptly, dangling upside down as Seonghwa’s hand shot out to catch you, wrapping his fingers around your ankle. 
Immediately, you feel a breeze, the fabric of his shirt dropping with gravity as he holds you. 
Fire ignites in your veins as you lift your head, blushing all the way to your ears when you're met with his cock.
Your eyes are crossed as you stare, before a deep growl above you drew your gaze forward. 
It's admittedly hard to see while upside down, but Seonghwa isn't looking at your face when you strain your neck to look at him. 
A passing breeze reminds you of your…compromised position-and where his eyes were currently locked-and you bring your other leg in, closing them to the best of your ability. 
That seems to snap Seonghwa out of his trance, his eyes-now…magenta?-focusing onto yours as he righted you and set you on your feet. You look up at him, completely flustered, but for once it's him who doesn't meet your gaze.
Instead, he reeled back, slamming his fist into the tree and holding his free hand out to catch the falling fruit. Once he did, he looked down at you finally, his eyes still half lidded and magenta as he offered his arm for you to climb into. You do so, perching back on his shoulders as he walks back to camp. 
Neither of you speak during that stretch of time, though a huge part of you wants to know why his usual emerald eyes turned such a vibrant and deep shade of magenta. 
You try to think back to when you'd ever seen his eyes change, and can only recall them doing so in moments of fury, bleeding into a bloody crimson. 
Was…he angry at you? Was that it?
"Seonghwa?" You finally speak once you see the outline of your camp through the trees. He made a sound of acknowledgment in his throat and glanced at you, seemingly lost in thought. You worry your lip between your teeth. 
"Uh, I'm sorry. If I hurt you with my knees or anything. I just like to do things myself and having everything handed to me just-"
"I am not injured. And I know you prefer your independence. Which is why I didn't say anything until you began to strain yourself."
You nod quietly, looking at his side profile. 
"....are you angry at me?"
"Not in the slightest. Why? Your scent has changed again. What has made you anxious? Did I harm you when I caught you?" He finally turned to look at you, and you pressed your lips together, shaking your head. 
"Your eyes changed color. I've only seen that when you're angry. They're not red but…"you trail off, looking down. He said you hadn't hurt him but his shoulder was permanently scarred from you, maybe it was still sensitive-
Your thoughts halt and stall as he placed a finger under your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze.
"I can assure you, it's not anger I'm feeling at the moment." 
"....what are you feeling, then?" You inquire. He hummed, deep and melodic as he set you down and leaned into your ear. 
"Probably the same thing you're feeling that's making your scent so sweet."
Your eyes widen slightly as words fail you completely, watching as Seonghwa turned his attention to the fruit he'd knocked out of the tree, sniffing quietly. You flushed, staring at him as you gripped the end of his shirt you were wearing. 
He'd been mentioning that since you met him. Your scent. He seemed to be able to detect even minute changes in your mood because of it and you feel realization dawn on you exactly what he meant by 'sweet smell'. 
It's your own arousal. 
There was a cracking sound that snapped you abruptly from the conference you'd been having with yourself, and your head whirled around to the noise, watching as Seonghwa held one of the hard-shelled fruits in his giant palm, squeezing and cracking it clean in half effortlessly. Carefully, he sniffed the inside before a pleased grin tugged at his lips, fangs flashing. You watch as he pulled one half away from the other, tilting his head back to eat directly from the split fruit. 
Juices dribbled down his chin and neck as he messily ate, a low purr rolling out of his throat. Milky, white, and fragrant. You could see a sliver of his tongue, much longer than any human or beast you'd encountered in your own life, curling and coaxing more of the fruit out.
Goodness, the sounds-
Truly, you need to think back and recall when exactly you obtained such a perverted mind. 
"It's safe to eat." 
You jolt, eyes snapping upwards. His eyes are fixed on you as he lowered the second half of the fruit, the same tongue he'd just used to clear out the inside of the fruit rolling over his lips as he waited for you to take it.
"O-oh. Uh. Thank you."
You reach and take it from him, clearing your throat as you pluck pieces of the inside out, the juices sweet and fragrant as you raise the fruit to your lips.
Seonghwa smiled and sat beside you, one arm resting on his knee as the other grabbed another fruit. A familiar crack startled you for a moment before you saw him eating out of the corner of your vision. Clear, sticky droplets chased one another down the side of his lips, past the curve of his Adam's apple, and disappearing further down his chest.
'Stop staring, Y/n.' You tell yourself
You do not, in fact, stop. Instead, you pause completely, lips slightly parted as a band of tension builds in your stomach. You don't voice it, but your brain is aflame with chatter regarding the SeaBorn and your mind is invaded with thoughts of licking his chest and neck clean, chasing the droplets in reverse all the way up to his lips-
You must have made a sound of some sort, instantly pink eyes are fixed on you. 
Seonghwa doesn't say a word, leaning into your space, the sweet smell from his natural scent and the fruit making you dizzy. 
"You haven't eaten much. Is it unappetizing? I can always fish instead for you." He offered. You shake your head, coughing and looking away.
"N-no, sorry, my head is just in the clouds."
He doesn't move from his spot, humming as he took the fruit from your hands. You only have enough time to utter a hurried 'hey!' before he dug the flesh of the fruit out with his claws before he held it to your lips, waiting. 
You reach, his eyes narrow and he pulls away slightly. You don't have to repeat the motion to know what he's trying to do. 
"If you're not going to eat because you're distracted, I'll just feed you. Don't bite your tongue. Or me."
You feel a wave of embarrassment laced with excitement as you open your mouth, eyes fixed on Seonghwa’s as he guided the first piece past your lips. 
It was a good fruit. Great, even. But every single move you made in these moments was laced with a tension you'd never felt before. 
"Do you like it?" He inquired, pausing before giving you another. 
"Yes," you respond, leaving your mouth open afterwards, welcoming more. 
It seems you weren't the only one who'd had a dirty mind today. Seonghwa’s eyes drifted to your lips, a low, vibrating hum rumbling from his chest as he fed you another piece. 
"Good," he breathed out airily, thumb idly rolling over your lips, smearing the fruit juice across your bottom lip. "I don't want to do anything you don't like."
You know full well this isn't about the fruit anymore. You lick your lips when he pulled his hand away, heart thundering in your chest. 
"I would tell you." You mutter. He hummed, eyes half-lidded as he looked back into your eyes. 
"And I would cease. Immediately."
You bite your lip and watch him bring the last of the fruit forward. You grab his wrist, holding him still as you eat from his fingers, kissing his fingertips gently before your tongue flicked out, lapping up juices from his palm up to his middle finger. 
"I know you'd stop. I trust you."
More patches of scales appeared in an instant, peachy pink as a loud purr reverberated through his chest. He stared at his fingers when you pulled back before bringing them directly to his lips, tongue curling over his middle finger where you'd just lapped up. 
You shudder, subtly rubbing your thighs together as Seonghwa stared at you through his lashes. 
You'll always be smaller than him but under that gaze, you felt like a divine being up in the clouds had laid eyes on you. 
Seonghwa finished and rumbled, standing to toss the husks of the fruit into the lake for the bottom feeders to hide inside and shelter from larger predators. Eventually, it would break down and become sustenance for those in the lake. You follow the line of his body as he moved, and feel punched in the chest when you find he's definitely aroused.
“You’re staring a lot more than usual today.” He teased, lips pulling up into a smirk as he waded into the water, effectively hiding himself from you before he dove in, his massive tail appearing moments later, slapping the surface of the water and sending droplets flying upwards. 
It left a beautiful rainbow as he disappeared below the surface. 
The water of the lake was pleasant and clear, and you could see the outline of his large body as he swam deeper. 
Soon, you couldn't see that much. 
"Because my mind is racing." You huff, staring at the surface of the water.
You weren't ignorant of your own body. Hardly so. You just…didn't know how to go about it. 
Or if you should. 
Seonghwa wasn't human. Would something like sex between the two of you even work? 
You're reminded, with a flush to your cheeks, that he has two dicks, apparently. 
Though, you had only seen one. 
You hum and lay back, closing your eyes and exhaling gently. He had the same basic shape as a human, though his size may prove to be…a challenge. 
Seriously, why had you only seen one?
"Maybe it's tucked away internally like some other animals do?" You muse to yourself. There's a splash somewhere in the lake and you jolt upright, thinking he'd heard. 
Instead, you find him showboating, diving deep and launching his body several feet out of the water, flinging droplets of water every which way before making a colossal splash in the center of the lake. Thankfully, his choice of location spared you the trouble of having to dry yourself off. 
You watch him swim and flip in the lake, your palm resting on your chin. 
Perverted thoughts and musings aside, this still felt…right. Whatever this was. 
You lay back down, finding yourself dozing under the afternoon sun. 
Your brain hadn't been quite done tormenting you, however. 
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In your dream, there wasn't nearly the same amount of agonizing fanfare when it came to your desires. As soon as you're mind focused, you find your hand tangled in Seonghwa’s silky locks, with his head buried between your thighs. 
You're rutting against his mouth, eyes fluttering as that oh-so-long tongue curls and curves inside of you. The sound is intoxicating, and you realize your imagination has taken the sight of Seonghwa eating-messily,at that-and ran with it, down to the noise rolling around in your mind. 
"Look at me. Don't close your eyes." 
With a shiver, you look down, staring back at peachy pink colored eyes. Your lips part as you hurriedly whisper his name, cooing like a mantra as your hips twitch and jolt every which way. 
He groans and drags you to your climax, holding onto your hips so you don't squirm away, tongue flicking and curling until he was sure he'd licked you clean. 
It leaves you spent, your chest rising and falling erratically as he leaned up to meet your lips, rumbling against them. 
"Just lie back. I'll take care of the rest." He purred, running the tips of his claws down your abdomen, just enough to make the goosebumps rise on your skin. 
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When you jolt awake, you make a sound you don't recognize, and out of your peripheral, you see a shadow pause. 
Seonghwa looked down at you, holding two massive tree trunks under his arms as he met your wide, unfocused gaze. 
"Are you alright?"
You nod, sitting up. You're embarrassed to find a telltale ache between your legs and your heart still trying to escape from your chest.
Seonghwa stared at you even longer, still, before sitting across from you, watching you for a prolonged pause before he seemed to drop it, setting one of the trunks down beside him. The other one rested in his lap, and he took a moment, eyeing it from different angles before humming. 
"What are you doing?" You inquire, standing-albeit a bit on wobbly legs-and walking over to him. 
"Firewood." Is all he says before he dug his claws into one end of the tree. 
It's there, you notice, roots. 
"Seonghwa…? Did you uproot a tree?"
He looked at you before nodding. 
"Yes. It's more efficient this way than to slowly hack away at branches, no?" He inquired, promptly tearing the trunk in half with a growl and one hard motion. 
You flinch a bit at the sudden loud and splintering noise, and he paused, looking at you. 
"Could you stand back, my Little Bird? I don't want any pieces flying and harming you."
My Little Bird.
You feel the heat rise to your face as you move a ways away from him. He looked over his shoulder, nodding when you’d moved a good enough distance. The sound of him grunting and growling filled the air once more and you decide to wander around while he does that, trying to clear your mind. 
It wasn't like there was anything to deny when it came to your feelings in this matter. Seonghwa was a devilishly attractive being and you clearly felt yourself being drawn into him. 
Even without his powers.
He’d explained them to you one evening. The power of his voice. It could easily bend and break one’s mind. Leave them a mere feeble shell of themselves as he did whatever he pleased. 
And all he ever seemed to use those enchanting notes for was easing your mind during moments of distress, when the nightmares of your past experiences made sweat break out on your skin and when the claws of panic drag their nails down every corner of your mind. 
His voice melted those things away, a hummed lullaby at times, an orchestra of one during others. 
You startle as you feel your toes brush against something cold and wet and as you bring yourself free of your thoughts, you find you’ve walked to a hidden waterfall you found a few days back. 
-“Seonghwa! Seonghwa, look! I found a waterfall!” You’d been so excited to tell him, looking down at the crystal clear water. It was well hidden, with green surrounding it on most sides in the shape of a crescent, and a decently sized spring. 
Seonghwa had looked around, nose tilted up as he sniffed for any signs of danger. When he found there were none, he relaxed, smiling at you. 
“Would you like to go inside? Have you been near a waterfall this close before?” He inquired, taking your hand and walking towards the water. 
You considered taking your clothes off before getting in, but felt a familiar shyness creep into your being that lead to you just getting in as you were, gasping as Seonghwa tugged you under the water’s surface. 
He held his hands near your head, the water spinning and swirling until it formed a bubble, and he simply smiled, fangs flashing as you take a hesitant breath of surprise. 
“I would never let you drown.” He chuckled, and you shudder, holding onto him regardless. Seonghwa didn’t tease you, simply holding your hand and swimming with you, his tail a beautiful glittering fan in the clear water.-
You shake yourself out of yet another daydream and begin to take your clothes off, wading into the water. The sun hadn’t yet set, so you weren’t worried about not being able to find your way home afterward. 
The ache between your legs reminded you of your ever wandering mind and you huff, sitting on a smooth rock. You worry your lip between your teeth, looking down. 
Seonghwa hadn’t followed you this time, it should be fine. 
You reach between your legs, surprised at just how wet you’d gotten from your dream. It was almost embarrassing, the dream didn’t even last long. 
Of course, it wasn’t just that though, was it?
You sigh and close your eyes, rolling your fingers over your clit, letting your head tilt back as the tiny sparks ran up and down your spine. Your free hand finds its way to your chest, caressing and squeezing. 
How would his hands feel on your body instead? 
That one thought alone made a whimper slip from your lips, your mind yearning for Seonghwa’s touch as you feel your fingers covered in your own fluids the more you rubbed yourself. 
“S-Seonghwa-” You sigh his name, your back arching as you recall the way he stared at you when he caught you, his eyes trained on your pussy, both they and his scales that beautiful pink color. 
He wanted you, probably just as much as you wanted him. His body all but broadcasted it. 
Hell, look at you, yours did just as much as his, at this point.
You slip your fingers into yourself after teasing them against it for an agonizingly long stretch of time, mewling as you spread your legs wider. 
Your voice is but a whisper over the sound of the rushing waterfall just a few feet away, and without a second thought, you let your moans freefall, calling out Seonghwa’s name the longer you pleasured yourself. 
It was aggravating, your fingers felt good, but they weren’t enough. Your mind had ingrained its own version of pleasure inside of your head and one, two, even three fingers weren’t enough to satisfy the hunger and need that had settled in. 
“Seonghwa! Seonghwaa!” You whimper, frustrated beyond comprehension. 
“My. Is this where you snuck off to?” 
You freeze, the only thing you hear for the longest time is rushing water and your erratic heartbeat. Your eyes open slowly, and you sit up, finding Seonghwa standing a few yards from you, arms crossed. 
You don't say a word as he slowly drug his gaze up your body, from your toes all the way to the top of your head, his scales a deeper shade of pink before his eyes-also pink-locked onto your face. 
“You called my name, so I came running, thinking you were in trouble. It seems I was wrong.” 
You don’t break your gaze with him, but the burn in your chest reminded you that you actually needed to breathe. 
“Seonghwa…”You pant pathetically, and had your head been clearer, you may have been embarrassed. Instead, you reach for him, brows pulled up. 
He cleared the space between you in an instant, dwarfing you with his sheer size as he leaned down to wrap his arms around your waist. 
“You poor girl. I’ve never seen this look on your face before. How can I help?” 
You blush. Your mouth flounders for longer than you’d like it to. He chuckled and tilted your chin up, leaning into your space. 
“How about we start with a kiss?”
Your eyes drift down to his lips and you nod, pulling your fingers free from yourself and blushing as Seonghwa leaned in, kissing you. He held your chin between his fingers, his claws lightly pressing against your skin, but not breaking as you melt against him. 
He’s…surprisingly soft. His lips are plush and you realize-again-that you’ve forgotten to breathe again until you feel him lap at your bottom lip. You bring your hands up, cupping his face as you deepen the kiss. 
Seonghwa growled, the sound reverberating and vibrating through his chest loud enough for you to feel it in your own. Goosebumps rise on your skin as he hungrily kissed you, pushing you back until he was completely on top of you, his palms splayed out on the rock at either side of your head. 
You feel yourself ache as you kiss him, reminded of the length of his tongue as he leads the kiss, exploring and mapping out every part of your mouth. The feeling is bordering on overwhelming as you part your lips wider, panting and gasping as spittle ran down the corner of your lips. 
Seonghwa broke the kiss, looking down at your dominant hand. 
It's then, you realize, you’ve smeared your juices along the skin of his cheek and chin when you held him, and a sense of mortification settled in your body. 
“O-Oh, I’m so sorry-”
Seonghwa’s tongue lulled out of his mouth, long enough to lap at his cheek before doing the same to his chin. You stare at him, heart hammering in your chest as his pupils dilate, staring dead into your eyes. 
“Seonghwa?” 
He grabbed your hand, dragging his tongue along your fingers, groaning as he did so, the pink of his eyes and scales darkening even more as he breathed sharply through his nose. 
“So this is how you taste? Its…intoxicating.” He growled, letting your fingers go after a few moments of him sensually licking and sucking them clean. You blush and think back to the fruit, to your dreams, and his…interesting reaction. 
“Do you want to taste more?” You whisper, still having trouble finding your voice. He heard you, regardless, looking down at you before his eyes trailed lower. Your gaze followed, biting your lip as you saw his cock, hard and drooling along your stomach. 
Still, just the one. 
You are hell bent on seeing the second one. 
Seonghwa moved lower, grabbing both of your knees and holding them apart, eyes focused on the glistening juices clinging to you. You almost close your legs instinctively, but a simple flex of his fingers reinforced that you wouldn’t be able to do so easily. 
Good, you didn’t actually want to. 
You let out a soft exhale as Seonghwa drug his tongue over your clit, a deep rumble leaving his lips as he tasted more of you. He curled his tongue over the bud, settling himself between your legs and purring as he suckled on it. The sparks from before paled in comparison to the lightning trailing up and down your spine, your hands flying to tangle themselves in the blonde’s hair. 
Seonghwa didn’t budge, panting against your core as he drug the tip of his tongue lower, moving his elongated tongue along your clit and between your folds. He perked when you let out a gasp, the tip of his tongue dipping into you for the briefest of moments. 
He slowly looked back up at you, holding your gaze as he smiled against your lower lips. Your heart squeezed and you subtly spread your legs wider, biting your lip when you feel his fingers tighten for a moment, expecting you to try and close them again. 
When you don’t he took the silent invitation for what it was, delving his tongue into you and groaning once he did. 
Seonghwa’s hands move from your knees to your thighs, claws slightly digging into the soft skin there as he worked his tongue in and out of you. 
Your grip in his hair tightened and you gasp as you rock your hips back and forth, working yourself shamelessly on his tongue. Seonghwa didn’t mind, in fact, he’d been surprisingly quiet since he’d gotten between your legs. You shyly glance down, biting your lip as you see him eagerly bobbing his head, his lips and undoubtedly his chin covered in your precum. 
“S-Seonghwa!” You cry out, he only growled in response, pressing his nose against your pelvis as he thrust his tongue deeper. He seemed to be intoxicated, squeezing your thighs tighter. 
You feel droplets roll down them, and at first, you assume it’s sweat. It wasn’t until the dazed and lustful look in Seonghwa’s face is replaced with a sobered look, his eyes snapping over to your thigh. You whine, frustrated, and follow his gaze.
His claws had dug into your thighs, drawing ribbons of blood. 
You hardly felt any pain from the pricks, but Seonghwa immediately pulled away from your pussy, moving to drag his tongue up your thigh, suckling and kissing his way up until he reached where he had drawn blood, laving them with licks and kisses. 
You smile, gently caressing his head before you push him away from your thigh. Seonghwa looked at you with a curious expression in his hooded eyes. 
“I’m fine. I didn’t even notice. You felt so good…”You trail off before gasping sharply as he kissed your clit. 
“Then I’ll continue.”
You bite your knuckle as he once again pushed his tongue into you, holding you by your ass and keeping you flush against his lips, with your thighs over his shoulders. 
“D-Don’t you-ah-! Don’t you want me to…ngh oh fu-fuck right there-”Your thought process derailed as Seonghwa’s tongue brushed against a tight bundle of nerves deep inside of you. 
Goodness, if his tongue could go that deep, just how deep could his cocks go?
The thought, combined with the sensations of Seonghwa hungrily eating you out was enough to push you over the edge of your pleasure, and you feel yourself unravel in his arms moments later after trying-and failing-to rush out a hurried warning to him. 
He felt you clench around his tongue, still thrusting and curling it regardless, but you can see his pupils dilate even more the moment your orgasm actually settles on his palette. 
He squeezed your ass tight, a deep growl ripping from his throat as he kept going, trying to urge more of your cum out. You feel your eyes flutter closed, hips twitching both towards his mouth, and away. 
“More, Y/n, darling I want more. You’re…mmm...you taste so good.” 
The sound is absolutely filthy as he messily alternated between thrusting his tongue deep inside of you, and pulling his tongue out to focus on your clit. 
You close your thighs around his head, rocking and bucking forward as you feel another orgasm fast approaching. Every part of your body feels like it's electrified one moment and on fire the next. 
“My…nnn, my body, Seonghwa-” You mewl, kneading and groping your chest. Seonghwa looked up, smiling drunkenly as he licked his lips.
“SeaBorn saliva has aphrodisiac properties it makes it easier for our partners to take both of our cocks during sex. Does this feel good, Y/n?” He rubbed his thumb over your clit, resting his chin on your stomach as you jolt and twitch. 
Both….
“I wanna…nnn I wanna see it.” You moan, bucking. Seonghwa looked at you before he removed your thighs from his shoulders and sat up, licking the taste of your precum off of his thumb. 
You can see his cock standing proud, thick and long, but still unable to stand straight against his abdomen from the weight of it. Seonghwa watched you with a dark, pleased gaze, a melodious clicking leaving his chest as he stood to his full height. 
Like this, after you sit up, you’re eye level with his cock. 
There’s a sweet aroma coming from him, and you lean forward to kiss the tip of his cock, confirming that the sweet smell is from his cock as a bead of precum rolled out against your lips. Seonghwa seemed to consider putting his hands on your head like you had done to him, but he resisted, squaring his shoulders and letting you lick and grab him at your own pace. 
He didn’t want to hurt you. 
The action was endearing, and you sent him a smile as you stroked him, licking and kissing his cock. Your eyes trail up, and you notice just above his sizable length, there's a vertical slit in his skin, weeping more of the sweet smelling liquid, though it was an interesting color. 
A creamy and glittering pastel pink fluid dribbled out of the slit, and you found yourself staring as it shimmered in the moonlight at certain angles, you could see flecks of blue and silver in the milky fluid. 
Oh, it was already night time? How long had you two been going at it?
You bring your hand up, rubbing your fingers between the fold, and immediately Seonghwa’s hips jerk, his eyes wide. 
You stare up at him before you sit up straighter, pushing your fingers past the leaking slit. Seonghwa let out a sound that was a blend of a growl and a whimper as your fingers brush against something. 
“So that’s where you’ve been hiding it.” You murmur, proud of yourself as you tease the area until he groaned, his second cock unsheathed from the messy slit. 
It wasn’t identical to the first, with this one being longer, veins throbbing along the sides of it as it sat coated in the same pretty fluid that had revealed its location in the first place. There were several interesting barb-like protrusions just beneath the crown of his cock and the further down you inspected, you can see he was certainly thicker at the base of it. 
Seonghwa opened his mouth to comment on you staring, but all that left his lips was a half roar as you leaned forward to take the head of his second cock in your mouth, sitting up on your knees to press the first between your breasts to make sure both got attention. 
You quickly find out why this one was hidden as you roll your tongue over the barbs (they’re thankfully quite soft, though you can imagine the way they’ll feel rubbing inside of someone-) and watch him buck and shudder, mouth falling open. 
This one was more sensitive than the other. 
Much more sensitive. 
You smile and work both of his cocks at different paces, aching between your legs as you listen to him groan and growl above you, each note sending a chill down your spine. You rub your body along the cock between your breasts, using your least dominant hand to keep it flush against your skin while the other thumbed the base of Seonghwa’s upper one. 
You held his gaze as you slowly slid more of it into your mouth, careful of your teeth as you did so. You can hear the pleased clicking rumble through Seonghwa’s chest as he caressed your cheek, fighting back the urge to kick his hips up and fuck your throat. You appreciate the courtesy, and begin to hum around his length, drool running down your chin. 
It's messy, uncoordinated, and borderline primal, the feeling you’ve been feeling all night. Any of the embarrassment you had before was long gone the moment he kissed you earlier and now all that remained was a searing need for more.
You wanted to feel his touch everywhere. His lips against your skin, his claws dragging down and leaving crimson ribbons in their wake for him to chase away with his tongue moments later. The addicting sensation of his tongue curling and twisting inside of you, stroking deeper than your fingers ever could. 
And this taste, the sweet, pastel liquid dribbling from his cock that left you greedily sliding deeper, wanting more, needing more. 
Your mind thrums in desire as you imagine him sliding between your legs, sinking deep inside you and anchoring you with a firm grip on your thighs.
“Y…n…” Seonghwa grit out, fingers digging into his own thighs, fighting with himself still to not pull your hair. You see gold trail down his thigh and whine in protest, reaching up to lace your fingers through his, squeezing his massive hand with the hand that was on the cock in your mouth. 
Seonghwa looked like he wouldn’t be able to take much more, chest rising and falling harshly as his lip curled up, fang bared and fingers flexing. You feel tears bead in the corners of your eyes, your jaw aching as you bob your head, dragging your tongue over the barbs every time you pull your head back. 
When he finally came undone, it’s like watching an explosion of color. Patches of scales are apparent on different parts of his body, glittering and shimmering. Even his lids and the corners of his eyes hold a pink shimmer of adoration as he groaned, eyes rolling back, tongue rolling over his lips as a long, pleased groan tumbled out of his chest. 
Heat flooded into your mouth, thick and sweet, absolutely intoxicating, and you take care not to waste a single drop. 
Well, of the one in your mouth. You can’t do much about the cum rolling between your breasts, splashes of it reaching all the way up to your collar as Seonghwa’s hips kick up and buck. 
Once he’s come down from the pleasure, he gently pulled himself from your mouth, petting you as you look up, tired and in a daze. He leaned down, fingers rubbing between your legs before scooping up some of his own cum, mixing them as he pushed his fingers past your lips. You moan and happily curl your tongue around the digits, holding his gaze and tilting your head back for a kiss when he removed them from your mouth moments later. 
He waded back in the water as he kissed you, pulling you along and supporting your jelly legs immediately with his tail, happy that the shift between his legs and the tail took but a moment or two between. 
He swam on his back, gently washing you as he looked upon you with a tender, pink eyed gaze. 
“You look exhausted. Go on, rest. I will make sure I get you back to camp safely.” 
You smile softly, kissing his pectoral, right over where you could hear his strong heartbeat. It's that same steady beating that took you by the hand and guided you into the realm of sleep, drifting off in his arms. 
Seonghwa smiled and brushed his fingers over your cheek, blinking when he noticed a patch of platinum scales that had formed over the round skin of your cheekbone. 
“Oh, my. I didn’t think it would happen this soon.” He mused, wrapping his arms around you protectively. As you nestled into his chest, he couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his lips. 
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When you awake, you feel like your body is heavy. Warmth envelopes you and you cannot move anything below your shoulders. 
Your eyes snap open and shoot downwards before you relax in an instant.
Seonghwa is sleeping, his head nestled on your chest as he laid between your legs, breathing evenly. 
You smile softly, gently petting his head. He didn't budge, though you can hear telltale pleased clicking and purrs coming from him.
You admire him in this moment of quiet, caressing his ears, his cheeks, and his jaw. He pressed his face into your hands and opened his eyes minutes later, rumbling. 
"Hello."
You smile as that gravelly voice finally rumbled into your ear. 
"Hello, handsome."
He hummed, turning to kiss your palm. You smile and still your hands, just…taking him in. 
"Your thighs have healed. I made sure." He yawned, slowly sitting up. You lament the loss of his warmth and the oddly comforting feel of his weight on yours, and instead tilt your head. 
"Made sure?" You inquire, looking down to confirm there were no punctures in your thigh. There were none and an impressed sound left your lips. You truly didn't mind that much, honestly. 
In a way, the slight sparks of pain were only flooded over by an even bigger wave of excitement and pleasure. 
"I licked them until the wounds closed."
You blink. Seonghwa is stretching sore limbs beside you, the occasional dense pop confirming time wasn't standing still. 
"Your magic does that too?"
He looked down at you.
"Only on other beings. It doesn't work on myself. This is why I needed to return to the water before for my own mortal wounds."
You think back. Seonghwa had definitely licked you before. A small flicker against your neck here, a drag against your hand there. Every time, you'd been too flustered to realize you'd even sustained any injuries in the first place, much more focused on the large SeaBorn licking you. 
Seonghwa noticed your blush and smiled, cupping your chin. 
"I'd like to take you somewhere today."
You tilt your head and blink a bit before nodding. 
"Where are we going?"
"To meet some friends of mine. I have to ask them a few questions."
You perk. He hadn't mentioned any friends quite yet, and you looked down at yourself, suddenly worried about your appearance. 
Seonghwa noticed and kissed the top of your head. 
"Don't worry." He picked you up and you look down, finding an elegant flowing dress covering your body. It was an ombre of your favorite colors, light and breathable. As you shift slightly, you feel the familiar weight of your father’s knife once again returned to your thigh. 
“You dressed me?” You inquire, looking at Seonghwa as he carried you through the treeline. Emerald eyes drifted down to meet yours before he nodded. 
“I didn’t know if you’d catch a ‘cold’ or not from being naked through the night, especially after being in the water. Landlings and their lack of constitution can be rather concerning.” 
You let out a small exhale and put your head on his collar. 
“It’s hard to catch a cold when you have a massive SeaBorn sleeping on top of you.” You shoot back with no fire in your voice. Seonghwa tutted and looked forward. 
“...I wanted to be close to you.” His voice came out quietly a few moments later. You raise your head, looking at him as best you could with the angle. He doesn’t meet your gaze this time, but you can see the telltale shimmer of pink in some of his scales. 
“I always sleep beside you.”
“Closer.” 
“Sometimes, there’s no space between us, Seonghwa. It’s rather warm and cozy, too.” You add, making sure he knew you didn’t mind the closeness. He lifted his chin a bit higher. 
“....Closer.” 
“Any closer and you’ll be inside of me, Hwa.” 
You expected another sassy comeback, instead, Seonghwa glanced down at you, the edges of the emerald in his eyes tinged pink. 
Oh. 
You blush and break eye contact first, looking away. When you do, you realize he’d walked you to the beach. You look around curiously. 
“By the way, where are your friends? I’ve never seen them and I was pretty sure we’d been up and down this place and I haven’t seen another…uh…person at all.” You mutter. Seonghwa hummed and chuckled, pointing to the water. 
“You won’t find them on this island. I don’t know if everyone will be available, but Hongjoong is. Ocean knows he has nothing better to do.” 
As if on a cue, a huge wave crashed into both of you, drenching you both in water. You shriek and cling to Seonghwa and he hardly seemed phased, lips quirking in one of his signature smirks. 
“See? Nothing better to do. Come, just hold onto me. You can hold on tightly, I guarantee you won’t hurt me.” He told you, setting you down before he walked out into the water, diving in once he was deep enough. You follow close behind, diving in once you felt the telltale dip in the shelf of sand below your toes. 
Seonghwa looked back at you, raising a clawed hand, golden and shimmering in the water. He took your hand and laced your fingers together with his, kissing your hand before he made a swirling motion around your head. 
Like before, the water bent to his will, a bubble of air appearing over your head. You exhale and wrap your arms around his shoulders, hugging him as he held both of your wrists securely with one of his hands, beginning his decent into the depths. 
You look around in wonder, smiling as you see fish you never would have seen up near the surface. Your grip on Seonghwa tightened as some kind of shark swam in your direction, but the siren hardly batted a lash, watching with half lidded eyes as the shark meandered past both of you. 
“Woah…”You murmur, relaxing once the threat had passed. 
Below you, lights begin to catch your vision and you find that more interesting than the sealife above you. 
There, formed from coral, are buildings. Rows upon rows of homes. You can see some of them swim past you as Seonghwa brings you into this village under the sea. 
You get a few glances, some of the smaller seaborn with more aquatic features looking at you with wide eyes. 
“The guppies, they’re interested in you.” 
You blush and wave at the ‘guppies’, watching as they chirped and swam away behind an older SeaBorn woman. She looked at you with a curious gaze before seemingly locking onto your cheek and then smiling fondly, waving back at you. 
There was a series of clicks that sounded through the water, but you frown, feeling like she was trying to communicate to you. Seonghwa looked in her direction and clicked back, his tail flowing elegantly as he slowed down. 
“She’s complimenting you and welcoming you.” He translated, continuing on. You smile and wave at her again as he left the area. 
“Seonghwa?” 
“Mmm?” 
“How did you learn to speak my language? Correct me if I’m wrong but it looks like you SeaBorn have your own language completely…how did you learn?” 
“Eating humans.” 
You blink. Seonghwa rubbed his thumb over your knuckles as he held onto you. 
“Those who threaten the water of my homeland, those who get a little too close to this place while being uninvited, they must be dispatched. It may not align with what you may consider ‘humanity’, but that’s how it always has been. You protect your home with tooth and claw, no matter how far you go, you protect your home waters.” He explained, albeit a bit hesitantly, as if you would see him differently. 
You hum. 
He wasn’t ever a ‘human’, so it would be ridiculous to apply one’s sense of ‘humanity’ to him. 
To be honest, Seonghwa had behaved with more decency and humanity in your short time together than any of those horrid men who threw you out to sea to die would ever achieve in their entire lifetimes. 
“Are you afraid of me?” Seonghwa inquired, still rubbing your knuckles. You shook your head, instead hugging him tighter. 
“No. Not at all. I just wish I knew what it felt like to have a home worth protecting.” You muse. 
You cannot see the way Seonghwa’s eyes widen in surprise before he tightened his grip ever so slightly on your wrists, holding you securely as he sped up, swimming to the biggest building in the sea village. 
When he swims past the door frame, you both are suddenly swirling in a black and white whirlpool. You let out a startled shout as you cling to him, closing your eyes. Seonghwa didn’t seem too concerned. 
“What was that about having ‘nothing better to do?’” An unfamiliar voice comes from the swirling water and Seonghwa rolled his eyes. 
“You’re doing a terrible job at refuting my point.” 
“I remember you being a bit more fun than this. Whatever.” 
The water stilled in an instant, and in its wake was a peculiar SeaBorn man. He had been smaller than Seonghwa in size, with a fin protruding from the back of his thick black and white tail. While not as shimmery and eye catching as Seonghwa’s, it certainly looked like it could do major damage if one were to be struck with it. 
His hair was an interesting blue color, and you can see his eyes, which appeared to be pitch black at first, were a deep brown as he got close to your face to inspect you. 
You don’t flinch away, looking back unafraid. Seonghwa wouldn’t let anything happen to you. 
“Mmm. I see. Your scents are already beginning to lace together. Is that why you’re here, my dear friend?” He inquired, looking over at Seonghwa. He nodded, sending a look over his shoulder at you. You’re have no idea what that means, so you only blink back at him before looking at his friend. 
He smiled, his fangs just as sharp as Seonghwa’s. He extended a hand to you and chuckled. 
“My name is Hongjoong. Thank you for taking such good care of my big angelfish right here.” 
“I’m older than you.”
“And yet, who ended up being declared the leader?”
The two bickered and you watch them go back and forth, a smile spreading further across your lips. Honestly, they sound a bit like you and Seonghwa when you bicker amongst yourselves, too. 
“My name is Y/n.” You introduce yourself, taking Hongjoong’s hand. He shook your firmly, careful not to harm you as he swum around the two of you with his hands behind his head. 
“Pardon us, Y/n.” Hongjoong excused himself as he swam up to Seonghwa’s face, righting himself so he could speak to him. You could no longer understand them anymore, blinking owlishly as they conversed with a series of clicks and melodic sounds. 
You’d of course, only heard Seonghwa sing, but now with Hongjoong beside them, and both of them conversing in their own beautiful way, you find yourself entranced at how well the melodies and notes bounce off one another. 
Were all of Seonghwa’s friends SeaBorns? Now you’re curious how a group full of the beautiful race sounded as they conversed with one another. 
As your mind wandered, Hongjoong smiled in interest. 
“*+:。.。So, you’re courting a Landling. I never thought I’d see the day. Not with THE proud Park Seonghwa~ You left home with such a chip on your shoulder promising you never would, I almost took you seriously.。.。:+*”
“*+:。.。I swear I will go to Yunho instead if you’re going to be of no help.。.。:+”*
Hongjoong cocked a brow and swam around the two of you on his back once again, humming. 
“*+:。.。Oh, please do. I’d love to see a SeaBorn learn how to court from a MoonChild. I’m sure it’ll go swimmingly.。.。:+*”
Seonghwa huffed before casting a glance at you. You still hardly noticed, taking in the beautiful interior of the room. Hongjoong watched him before he smiled and once again righted himself. 
“*+:。.。What kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t tease you at least a little bit? I’ll tell you everything, stay here a sec. If you want this to work, you need a bit more than saliva and our precum to prepare her for what’s to come. After all, if you truly want to go through with this, she’s going to have to toss away that pesky humanity of hers.。.。:+*” Hongjoong made a face, tail swishing below him. 
“*+:。.。If there’s anything I hate, it's watching my loved ones wither away when it’s completely avoidable. Anyway, stay here. 。.。:+*”
You look up as Hongjoong swam away, tilting your head curiously. You pull yourself closer to Seonghwa, cheek brushing against his. 
“Are you alright?” You inquire. Seonghwa nodded and turned his head, kissing you gently. You smile and melt against him, kneading his shoulders. 
“Here we go~ You do know how to use this, right?” Hongjoong inquired, coming back to you and smiling as you inspect his hands. There was an hour-glass shaped bottle in his palm, a shifting golden liquid inside of it as he passed it along to Seonghwa. 
“I do. I know. Thank you.” Seonghwa smiled and you look at him curiously. Hongjoong smiled and swam around you once more before settling in front. He seemed to enjoy doing that. 
“*+:。.。And Seonghwa? Make sure to trim your damn claws. You’ll tear the poor girl up if you try prepping her as you are.。.。:+*” Hongjoong added. Seonghwa flushed and cleared his throat. 
“We should head back. I don’t want the water pressure to start getting to Y/n.” He muttered, looking over his shoulder at you. You smile softly and squeeze closer. Your dress flowed along your legs, mimicking one of the tails of the SeaBorns. You wanted to tell him you were fine, but a yawn came from your lips instead. 
Oh. Maybe you have gotten a bit drowsy…
Hongjoong made a motion with his hand, coal black claws pointing towards the door. 
“Go on. And next time don’t take forever to come back home. If I didn’t hear you talking shit towards the ocean, I wouldn’t know if you’re dead or alive up there.”
Seonghwa took a look at you over his shoulder and smiled softly. 
“*+:。.。I will be back sooner, I swear. Besides, SOMEONE has to look after our guppies if we have any.。.。:+*”
Hongjoong’s lip curled in faux disgust. 
“Nevermind, don’t come back, call San or Yeosang.”
Seonghwa laughed as he began to ascend to the surface, holding the bottle of…whatever it was Hongjoong gave him tight in his other hand. He never let your hands go this entire time, a pleasant warmth settled in them despite the cool water. You kiss the corner of his jaw, feeling yourself dozing. 
What an interesting thought. Falling asleep in water. 
How…absurd….
Seonghwa heard you yawn once more, glancing over to find you completely asleep. He looked upon you with a tender gaze, swimming around to wrap his arms under your legs and arms, carrying you up to the surface quickly. 
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Seonghwa let you sleep without disturbing you, though when you awoke, you found yourself back in camp, a fresh dress on as the one you were wearing earlier blew in the wind, drying. You rub your eye, looking around and finding Seonghwa sitting near the river, grumbling as he washed something off. You mumble something incoherent as you come to, and he looked over his shoulder, his eyes their normal green. 
"Oh, good. You're awake. I got some things for you." He rumbled, though he stayed seated near the water's edge, still cleaning. 
You roll to your feet, walking over to him and taking a peek, blinking as he inspected several beautiful stones. 
You blink, watching as he held one up to the sun to see the color it made as the light hit it. He grinned and finally held his hand out to you, placing them in your palm. 
"This is peridot, this is amethyst, and this is grandidierite. This one is incredibly rare. I've had this since I was born." 
You stare at the last stone, a beautiful greenish blue, in shock and immediately go to hand it back to him.
"It's valuable and probably sentimental to you, I can't possibly keep it-"
"My mother gave it to my father when they were courting. Then she gave it to me when I became of age. Now I'm giving it to you."
You stare at him. Your mouth flounders for a second before you look at the stone. 
"Seonghwa…are you courting me right now?"
He arched a brow and hummed, turning his tail back into his legs, a hard-to-read expression on his face. You bite your inner lip and will yourself to keep your eyes above his collar this time. 
This was a serious conversation, you didn’t need your mind wandering again. 
"I have been since I found you. You don't have to accept them if you don't want to. Here," He extended his hand, waiting for you to give the stones back. Instead, you close your hand around them and hold them close to your bosom. Seonghwa arched a brow at you, a curious rumble leaving his chest. 
"You can't just tell me these are a courting gift and then immediately ask for it back." You find yourself answering his unasked question. He let out a small hum before smiling and leaning close. 
"Okay then, I won't. Tell me, Little Bird, what is your favorite color? Next, I'll look for stones of that kind."
You look at the gemstones in your hand and reach to touch his face with your free one, gently rubbing circles along his cheekbone. He seemed taken aback, though he didn't move from your grip, pink scales appearing once more, his eyes shifting again to that color from earlier, though it was definitely a few shades lighter. 
He's flustered. 
Despite the lack of tension in his body and his expression remaining curious, you're sure now this was probably the equivalent to him blushing. 
"This is my favorite color. This pretty shade of pink. Can I see more of it?" You try your hand at your own flirtations, leaning up and pressing your lips to his cheek. 
Seonghwa’s hands twitch at his sides as he looked down at you, pupils dilated slightly.
"Pink stone. Got it."
"No, not pink stones. Just you."
You can feel heat under his scales as he pressed his head closer into your palm, eyes half lidded. 
"Just me."
You smile, setting the stones in your lap and holding his face with both hands as you run your thumbs over the curve of his cheeks. 
He let you touch him without moving a muscle. Your fingers mapping out both soft skin and scales along with the strong line of his jaw, a smile coming to your face.
He really was the most gorgeous creature you'd ever encountered in your life. 
"Y/n." You perk at his voice and lift your head. 
"Yes?"
He began to sing, a beautiful symphony composed of one. He was the conductor and the orchestra, every rise and fall of his voice absolutely mesmerizing. 
You also notice, his voice is clearer than it usually is, bold tones and immaculate whispers, each note blending into the one that came just before it. He held your gaze, and you can tell this wasn’t an enchantment. 
No drifting off, no cloudy daze, your vision-and mind-remained crystalline as you watched him sing, his large hands placed over yours to keep you touching his cheeks. 
Once he finished, the melody carried off with the wind, and he gazed down at you, not saying a word. 
You may very well be going crazy, but that felt a confession of love. 
Seonghwa rubbed your knuckles and smiled softly. 
“I’d like to be yours, and for you to be mine.” 
You feel your thoughts grind to a halt as you look at him. Seonghwa waited, not moving an inch as he held your gaze. 
For a while, there’s nothing. And then, you feel tears roll down your cheek. 
“Y/n?!” He startled. You throw your arms around him and hug him tight. He wrapped his arms around you, smiling softly as he nuzzled your head. 
“Don’t cry so suddenly like that, you had me worried.” He murmured, kissing your temple. You turn your head to kiss him and once again, his eyes drift to your cheek. 
What’s wrong? You keep looking at my cheek. Do I have a cut or something?” You inquire, reaching up to touch it. He opened his mouth to say something, but your fingers make contact before he can and you feel the smooth expanse of something unfamiliar to your own body.
Scales. 
You flatten your fingertips against your cheek, lips parted as you caress the tiny patch. Your eyes drift back to Seonghwa’s and he coughed ever so slightly, looking down. 
“I wasn’t aware it would happen when we…well, did everything last night, but it seems the more you and I are together intimately the…less…human you will be.” 
You stare at him. His scales are pink as he avoided your gaze, coughing quietly. You touch your cheek again, trying to process his words slowly. 
“Was it because of that pretty pastel stuff that came out of you?” You inquire. Seonghwa’s cheeks went bright red as he snapped his head back to look at you. 
“Don’t call it ‘stuff’! That makes it sound weird!”
You look at him and smile, cupping his cheeks. 
“You don’t get flustered like this so easy compared to me, but when you do, it’s adorable. You coo. Seonghwa huffed, though he didn’t pull out of your hands. 
“Do not tease me. I’ve never-ugh. I just want to make sure you don’t regret this. The more we do this, the less you will be a ‘human’ and I….I don’t want you to hate me later for something like that. If we stop now, the scales will disappear in a week or so…” He’d offered the solution, but he clearly didn’t want to, and the smile training at your lips grew wider. 
“Seonghwa, are you a virgin?”
Seonghwa nearly threw himself back, an offended, flushed look adorning his face as he gaped at you. You don’t say another word, his response was more than telling. 
“I-What does it matter?” He narrowed his pink eyes at you and you push at his chest, happy you didn’t have to apply any more force and he got the hint, laying himself down. You crawl up his body, cupping his cheeks, a surge of confidence in your body. 
“It doesn’t really matter. You won’t be for much longer.” You promise with a sweet kiss to his lips. Seonghwa let out a groan beneath you, holding your ass while you press yourself against his chest. 
You lace your fingers in his hair, tugging firmly and smiling at the growl that trickled past his lips, teeth bared as you press kisses down his jaw and throat. 
You can feel him hard against your thigh, and you hum, pushing your smaller body down and maneuvering until you could trap his cock between your thighs. He shuddered, his grip on your waist tightening as you rock your hips back and forth, leaving bites and kisses down his chest, running your fingers up and down his side to make him shudder. 
“Y/n-”He growled out your name, the tone making excitement thrum in your veins as you clench your thighs together tighter. You can feel moisture against your navel as you rock your hips, and moments later, it’s followed by a deliciously sweet scent. 
You decide to tease him, quickening your movements. He rewards you by grabbing your hips, grunting and rutting hard and fast against you. You moan, palms flat against his chest as you feel him push between your folds, thrusting the length of his cock between them. Your clit rubbed against every inch and you find yourself clawing at him without thinking, thighs shaking as you feel him thick and pulsing against you. 
“Turn around. I want to taste you again.” He ordered, all traces of his flustered stammering gone. He looked at you with a hunger in his eyes that made you ache, and you make haste in turning for him, raising your hips high for him. 
Two massive hands come down on the globes of your ass cheeks, drawing a sharp gasp and cry from you before Seonghwa is dragging you closer to his face, panting the moment he caught your scent, snatching your dress up and over your ass. You gasp and nearly jolt off as he goes right for your clit, had it not been for his firm grip on your ass. 
He let out a warning growl of protest, silently demanding to be able to enjoy his meal, and you feel a blush and the rise of a challenge hit you. 
No matter how much he enjoyed eating you, certainly you couldn’t just sit back and let him remain neglected.
You curse your short stature, unable to get as firm of a grip on his cock as you had before, but once again, the pheromones and delectable tasting fluid running from the slit in his skin reminded you of your compromise. 
Seonghwa all but snarled against you, hips twitching as you lean down and press a kiss to the fold of skin, mirroring his actions between your own legs. You can feel him throbbing just beyond it, but you decide to continue teasing, spreading the skin with your fingers and delving your tongue in deeper, the pheromones nearly dizzying as your tongue finds the slit of his cock. 
“Y/n~” He practically sang against your pussy, his face already soaked as he greedily licked and ate you out. You grind your hips down, spreading your thighs apart wider as you repeat the motion, pushing your tongue in as deep as you can go, curling and twisting along his walls before curling your tongue along the barbs of his cock. 
You flick with a ‘come hither’ motion, the dizzying scent of his pheromones making you clench and unclench on his tongue as you coaxed his cock out of it’s sheath, a purr leaving your lips as it slapped against your cheek, smearing essence against your skin. 
You stare at his cock, shaking your hips for him as you lick him from base to tip. 
The thought of losing whatever abstract form of humanity you had didn’t bother you as much as you’d imagine it would for most people. You’d seen the worst of humanity already, if tossing it aside meant you could stay here, entangled with your beloved, so be it. 
You grab Seonghwa’s impressive length with your dominant hand, clawing at his inner thigh with the other as you try to see if you can get it further down your throat. 
Seonghwa groaned, the sound coming out like a mixture of a whimper and a growl as you bobbed your head, tears slipping down your cheek from the strain. 
You flatten your tongue along the base, bouncing enthusiastically as Seonghwa raised and dropped your hips, thrusting his tongue deep inside in a way that made you crave something bigger. 
You touch your throat, shaking when you find he’s gotten it bulged from the size of it, and that realization is what pushed you over, clawing at his thigh and squeezing his cock at the base as you cum shakily. 
Its more overwhelming than the first two from yesterday, and you realize, in embarrassment, that you’d squirted, looking back and finding Seonghwa’s face covered in your juices. 
He stared up in a daze, panting as if he’d fought off a thousand sea beasts, tongue dragging along his lips and face, his scales deepening in color as his cock twitched in your hand, thick pearls of essence rolling from one and creamy cum from the second. 
His eyes drifted back to your trembling pussy and it took you lifting your hips-ignoring the near feral growl the motion ripped from his throat-for him to focus on your face. You crawl back up to him, kissing him messily. Seonghwa’s pouting ended as quickly as it began once you kissed him, and you smile into it as you feel his big hands trail up and down your spine, squeezing, kneading, massaging. 
Along your throat, more scales appear. Seonghwa brushed his fingers along them and you break the kiss to mirror him, feeling it yourself. He kissed down to your jugular, keening deep in his chest, clicking. 
“*+:。.。 o…utiful….all….m….ne。.。:+*”
You stare at him, lips parted. You’re starting to understand the clicks and tones. 
A sense of joy overflowed your senses and you throw your arms around him, kissing him feverishly as you press your hips down, dragging your core over one of his aching cocks. 
Seonghwa groaned as you held his face, muttering incoherently, both in your native tongue and in his own, though you could only understand bits and pieces of the latter. 
It seemed this part of the courting process had been going better than expected. 
“More…I still want more.” He rumbled, eyes dark as he looked down at you. You smile and kiss the tip of his nose before moving to your hut, settling on your hands and knees and raising your hips up high. 
“Can you get off like this? Rutting against me? I don’t think I can take even one of your cocks like this, let alone both…”You trail, ignoring the traitorous dribble of cum that fell from your pussy to the ground below at the thought. Seonghwa had wasted no time, grabbing your hips and pushing both of his cocks between your thighs, eyeing the way his girth kept your folds spread, your juices mixing with your own saliva and both his essence and precum as he thrust forward. 
Each thrust of his hips made your thighs and ass jiggle from the contact, and you bury your head in the crook of your arm, moaning as you push down on both of his cocks as best you could with your free hand, making them rut against one another and keeping them flush against you. 
Seonghwa growled your name, his tempo getting erratic and uncoordinated the longer he went until you finally feel him grip your hips tight, leaving finger-shaped marks along your skin as he finally unraveled behind you, making a mess of your hand and pussy as he came. 
Your thighs shake as a smaller orgasm rolls through you, your body slumping forward as you try and force air back into your lungs. Seonghwa kissed up your thighs (stopping to take a sneaky lick of the mess you and he had made of your cunt), continuing past your ass, the small, yet deep dimples at the small of your back, along the groove of your spine, and stopping at the top of your head, holding your trembling body close to his firm one. 
You turn your head to kiss him, tongue tangling with his as you purr from the taste of both of you lingering on your tongues. Seonghwa stayed close to you, eyes closing as he enjoyed the kiss. 
When you finally part, Seonghwa smiled and nuzzled your neck, gently nibbling along the scales. 
“I love you” He whispered. 
You feel your heart stop and you look up. Seonghwa doesn’t look away from you and you smile, stealing a kiss. 
“I love….I love you too.” You reciprocate, nestling yourself in his arms. Seonghwa rolled you onto your side, holding you close and keening. 
“Rest. I’ll clean you up.” 
You yawn and let yourself go, a carefree smile on your face. 
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The next two weeks of courting had been….exhausting in the best kind of way. 
If you thought Seonghwa had been attached to you before, he certainly was glued on firmly, following you faithfully and bringing in extra rations of food and gemstones. 
You had no idea where he kept getting these shiny rocks from, but by now you’d gotten an impressive collection, and had even turned some of them into jewelry with the help of a kit that had not-so-subtly washed to shore one morning full of bands, chains, and various other tools that could be used to turn your stones into much more. 
You’d have to thank a certain orca SeaBorn later. 
Seonghwa’s favorite place had been between your legs, with most of your mornings starting with him kissing you awake, those soft lips trailing down your body until he could hold you flush against his lips and ruin you, not stopping until you were trembling and in tears from the overstimulation. 
Then, with a dazed smile (and a messy abdomen from cumming on himself), he’d kiss you tenderly, gently massaging your body free of any aches and pains before actually starting your day. 
The night usually ended the same way, regardless. 
Aside from that, Seonghwa had began the process of the SeaBorn courting process, washing you with some fragrant mixture he had made himself. He’d take care, making sure to wash you from head to toe, his claws one of his hands filed down to smooth, rounded tips.
You find out the reason why when he set you in his lap during one of your nightly bathings, groping and kneading your chest as his filed fingers rub your clit. Your breath hitched as you felt him slowly work his fingers in, licking and biting at your throat and shoulder as he worked you open, ignoring his own hardness pressed against your ass. He purred praises to you as you clench and squirm, and growled warnings, threatening to stop when the pleasure nearly made you close your thighs at other times. 
You were going insane. 
Looking between your legs, you can see your cum running between his fingers. How many times had it been today alone? Three? Four?
You arch, your sternum covered in beautiful scales as you feel your mind buzz in pleasure. 
It was so good, so addicting. 
But it was all just an appetizer. You wanted more. 
Seonghwa set his chin on your shoulder, watching as you messily squirt the fifth overstimulated orgasm into his palm, smiling from ear to ear as you whimper his name along with tiny declarations of love. As he looked down on you, he can see your eyes, tinged pink with love just like the way his were for you. 
With one final push, you two would be fully intertwined. 
Seonghwa held you tight that night, promising to let you rest until the next crescent moon. 
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Just as the tides are controlled by the phases of the moon, those born within the ocean are also at the mercy of it. 
The moment the sun set on this particular day, you feel something in you shift. Your skin felt…cold. Uncomfortably so. 
Seonghwa is always warm. 
You look around. He had gone out to grab more firewood. You’d heard a tree being downed not too long ago. 
Not good enough. Where is he? It’s cold. Your mate is always warm, he can fix it.
You open your mouth, and without a thought, you begin to sing. 
“✧˖*°࿐~♪”
Not too far off from camp, Seonghwa stopped short, eyes wide. The sound of a melody, brand new, yet familiar to him made every nerve in his body spark. He snapped his head to the left, singing back. 
“✧˖*°࿐~♪” You continue to sing, swaying left and right. You can hear him, singing back to you, the notes weaving together in harmony. 
You’re picked up ceremoniously as you sing, and you look down at Seonghwa, smiling as you cup his cheeks. His eyes are that lovely pink, his pupils a beautiful gold color. You smiled, bending down to kiss him. 
“You sang to me.” He muttered against your lips. You feel your body warming, welcoming him in as your heart thrums in your chest. 
“And you came.” You keen, nibbling his lip playfully. Seonghwa grabbed your chin, lifting it slowly as he rumbled, clicking deep in his chest. 
“Will you be mine?” He rumbled, waiting before he made any further moves. You press your cheek to his palm. 
“I already decided to be yours long ago. Don’t hold back.” You whisper. Seonghwa immediately laid you down on your back, plush pillows conjured from magic propping your head up. He made sure one was under your hips, towering over you as he bit the cork off of the curious bottle Hongjoong had given him before. You look at it before glancing up at Seonghwa. 
“This will help me prepare you. If it’s too much, let me know, we can take it slower.”
You let your legs fall open, watching as he coated his fingers in the slick, honeyed fluid. It smelled sweet, but not nearly as sweet as his own essence. You didn’t complain, however, mewling as you feel him push his fingers inside of you. 
Immediately, your mind is abuzz. 
His tongue always felt hot, he’d explained his aphrodisiac properties before, but this was…a whole different beast. 
You grab his wrist, not to push or pull, but to ground yourself as you feel him pumping two of his deliciously long fingers in and out of you. Seonghwa studied your face, licking his lips at the flush that adorned your cheeks and leaning down into your ear. 
“I feel you, quivering in anticipation.” He growled, his voice lower than his usual speaking tone, though it still bounced around your head like a rubber ball. 
“Clenching, unclenching, making a mess of my fingers. Begging for more. Can you call to me? Can you say my name?” He urged. You tilt your head back, panting as you reach to hold your legs open, giving him all the space and access he needs. 
“Seonghwa~”
“Louder. Again. Call to me.”
He curled his fingers, pressing the golden aphrodisiac right against your sweet spot. Fire and electricity explode throughout your being, and you cry out, arching and grabbing his wrist tighter, your nails digging fruitlessly into his skin. 
“Seonghwa!” 
He groaned, focusing that spot deep inside of you as he kissed down your neck to your collar, leaving love bites in his wake. 
“I never told you but…mmm…this is how I was able to find you. How I can always be there…when you call my name…I hear a chime. Distinct, strong, elegant. There’s no other sound in the world like it. No matter where you are, if you call my name, I’ll come running…or I suppose swimming, too. Its my second favorite sound in the world.” He chuckled, adding his third finger inside, stretching and curling them. You clench and whimper, making a mess of his fingers as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. 
“W-what’s the f-first-ah! Right there nnn-” You cry out, clawing down his back. He chuckled against the skin of your breast, tongue curling over your areola before he took your nipple between his lips. 
“The sound of your pussy gushing on my tongue and your moans right before you cum for me. Its a tie.” He answered honestly, looking up into your eyes, unshaken by his own confession. You whimper and pull his hair, yanking him up into a needy and wanton kiss. 
“More…Seonghwa please, I need-mmm more than your fingers-” You whine, feeling his cock throbbing against your core. Both of you look down, finding his tip angry and flushed pink, now leaking the same essence as the one usually hidden from view. 
Are these the effects of the crescent moon for a courting SeaBorn?
You reach and grab his cock, pumping it in your small hand and smiling up at him as he inhaled sharply through his fangs. You kiss him, again and again until he took the hint an parted his lips, letting you slide your tongue in while you teased both of you by rubbing the crown of his cock along your folds, coating it in your precum. 
“Hurry,” You exhale, breaking the kiss only when your lungs screamed for air. Seonghwa pulled his fingers free, licking and sucking them clean, the gold in his pupils deepening while he coated his cock in the aphrodisiac. 
“I love you.” He whispered, pressing against your entrance. You feel the pressure, the weight against it, and it took every fiber of your being to not hook your leg around his hip and pull him flush inside. 
Instead, you cup his face, rubbing your nose tenderly against his. 
“I love you too.” 
He repeated himself, whispering ‘I love yous’ amongst kisses that felt like blooms of electricity against your skin. 
Just as you open your mouth to insist he hurry, he slowly pressed into you.
You clench despite yourself, and Seonghwa groaned above you, clawing into the blankets he’d made for you as he fought to rein in the primal instinct to claim you as quickly as possible. 
The night was young, and no matter how much the pulses of the moon swayed him, he would not bend to his instincts. 
On your end, your mind nearly blanked as you feel every inch of him stretch and fill you. You feel your breath coming in short puffs as you drag your nails down Seonghwa’s back, a broken song of desire tumbling from your lips as you feel his balls finally settle against your ass. 
Seonghwa’s eyes are closed above you, his teeth gritted as he pulsed inside of you. You glance down, gushing as you see the telltale bulge in your stomach from the size of his cock. 
And it's just one. 
You pull yourself up for a kiss, distracting and grounding you both as you spasm around him, clenching and stretching to accommodate him. The aphrodisiac certainly helps, as you realize you weren’t taking as long to adjust to having him inside of you. 
Seonghwa finally regained his senses, pulling his cock out only a quarter of the way before rocking his hips forward. The motion drew a pleased shout from you, your breasts bouncing from the force. He repeated a few times, panting and clawing at the dirt before he began to set a deep, hungered pace. 
You moan and let your head fall back, feeling every shift and move of his cock inside of you. Seonghwa’s hand moved down, caressing your body sensually as he rumbled and panted above you, pressing your foreheads together. 
He didn’t say a word, simply holding your gaze as he moaned for you. In this moment of intimacy, you feel a swell in your heart. 
Seonghwa stopped instantly when he saw you crying in his arms. His brows pulled up and he cupped your face, wiping your cheeks. 
Before he can ask you what’s wrong, you kiss his palm, tears slipping down your cheek. 
“I’m just…overwhelmed. To go from being cast aside to die to this…having someone look at me like I’m their world…it’s a lot. I promise, I’m not in pain. I actually want you to go faster.” You coo, kissing it once more as you meet his eyes. Seonghwa studied your face for a while before he gently pulled out of you, anyway. 
You frown and protest immediately, but Seonghwa simply rolled you onto your side, holding your thigh up as he straddled the other, guiding his cock back to your greedy hole and pushing in with less fanfare compared to the first time, 
When he does, the air escaped your lungs once more, your back arching as Seonghwa held your ankle in one hand, keeping you spread wide for him as he rutted his cock deep inside of you. 
“Seong! H-hwa!” You cry out, voice jerking with his thrusts, your lips parting as pathetic noises fall from your lips. Seonghwa kissed your ankle, trailing up to your thigh, biting the skin of it as he pounded into you, groaning. 
“You feel so…grrrrnnn….so good… so tight for me.” He growled, sweat rolling down his skin. You bite down on your knuckle to stifle the moans falling from your lips, feeling the trickle of liquid from the force. 
“Ah ah. Careful.” He tutted above you, leaning over slowly and making your body stretch with him, your eyes widening as you feel his heavy cock press deeper as he took your hand, dragging his tongue over the silver blood that had dribbled down them from your bite. 
Silver.
Your eyes widen in joyful surprise as you watch him, realizing your blood had changed as you courted. Seonghwa suckled on your fingers, eyes flickering down to you, kissing you heatedly, reaching to rub your clit as he had you distracted. 
You jolt and gasp, lips trembling as Seonghwa dropped your thigh, pulling out and rolling you with your back splayed out on the blanket once more. He held your thighs open, speeding up and growling sweet nothings to you as he watched your face closely. 
You probably looked ruined, your eyes fluttering closed as your mouth fell open, fangs protruding as you feel the sloppy mess between your legs, both you and Seonghwa chasing your orgasms. Liquid had undoubtedly ran between the two of you, soaking his balls and making the rhythmic ‘slap slap slap’ of it against your hips sound wet and somehow lewder as you clung to his arms. 
“Right there, right there, yes yes Seong-” You throw your head back as he pressed into your sweet spot, hips angling just right once he did, speeding up so much he had to hold your hips to keep you from sliding from the force of his thrusts. 
“Don’t hold it back, beautiful, I got you, I’m right here with you.” He gritted out through his fangs, eyes flicking back and forth between your face, the alluring bounce of your breasts, and the absolute mess between your legs where you both were joined. 
You reach for him, seeking his presence as you tumble towards an orgasm that was undoubtedly more earth shattering than the first. 
Seonghwa leaned down, kissing you until both of you were panting, keeping his head tucked in the crook of your neck, letting you tug and pull his hair for purchase as you clamp around his cock, cumming with a pleasured scream that pushed him over the edge alongside you. 
The pleasure that washed over you made your mind go completely numb, your arms tightening around Seonghwa as you shook and felt a few smaller orgasms chase after the first. Heat flooded inside of you, cum, essence, and the golden aphrodisiac mixing and swirling deep inside you. 
With your newly heightened senses, the scent of sex is dizzying. 
You want more of it. 
Your eyes drift down to Seonghwa’s second cock, thick and throbbing and already unsheathed from his first orgasm and arousal, drooling against your navel in a way all too familiar. 
Seonghwa seemed to be one step ahead of you, sitting up and reaching for the bottle of the aphrodisiac. You nearly growl at him as he pulled out again, but he simply flipped you over, setting pillows under your hips. You blush at the position, feeling yourself leaking from your gaping entrance. 
Seonghwa growled, unable to resist leaning down and chasing the beautiful fluid with his tongue before pushing into your cunt and delving in. 
You gasp and arch higher, though Seonghwa stopped himself from eating you out this time in lieu of emptying the contents of the bottle on his cocks. You hear the sound, the slickness and raise your hips, shaking subtly. 
“Patience. I’m trying to not absolutely ravage you.” 
You narrow your gaze and spread your legs wider apart. 
“Seonghwa if you don’t get on with it and breed me like I deserve-” 
Oh my, now where did that come from?
Seonghwa’s eyes darken behind you, pushing one of his cocks back inside, drawing a moan of relief. You hardly have the time to taunt him into giving you even more before he’s guiding the second to your stuffed hole, slowly sliding in and stretching you much more than you expected. 
Its almost embarrassing, the whorish and raw groan that the sensation pulled from your chest, your claws leaving shreds in the blanket and even the stone below you both. 
Seonghwa held your hips, giving you time to adjust and stretch a bit, the aphrodisiac and his essence once again helping you loosen up. Its the roll of your own hips that spurn him to move, to finally give you what you’d been waiting for. 
Once he finally does move, it’s a much different pace than before, each thrust hard and nearly feral as he held you close to his chest, rubbing your clit in quick circles as he swore and growled in your ear. 
“Goodness look at you rrrnn…gush and squirt on my cocks. To think both of your mouths would be making a mess, drooling for me. I’m just as happy, darling.” He keened, reaching around to stick his fingers in your mouth. He let you suck and bite at them, pinching and rolling your clit between his fingers. 
You feel your mind blurr into mush, your senses completely overtaken with pleasure and need. Your thighs shook and you could feel every inch of his girthy cocks pounding into you, sometimes with enough strength to completely knock the wind out of your lungs. 
Your voice had broken, raw and needy as you beg him not to stop. Go faster, angle right there, keep going, don’t stop until both of you were spent. 
Seonghwa pressed down on your stomach, and you cum abruptly when you can feel the bulge of his cocks in your stomach. 
The larger man looked down at you, adoration swirling in his lustful eyes and with one motion, he hooked his arms behind yours, pulling up until you were on your knees, sitting you on his cock after picking your body up. 
“Ngh!” You cry out, drooling as you feel his cocks settle inside, the last strand of control snapping in your mind as you focus on chasing pleasure for both him and you. Your body moves on its own, notes of love and lust bouncing around the straw walls of the hut as you shakily sing through your moans, letting him thrust up and fuck into your ruined body. 
You eagerly clench, but with a delighted giggle, you find his cocks much too big for it to have the same effect, completely shaping you like him as he rose his voice to sing with you, every groan and praised word sending sparks flying up and down your spine. 
When he finally came again, your mind blanked completely, your body locking up and tears streaming down your face as a blissed out smile stretched across your lips. 
You find later that the peculiar base of his second cock is actually a knot, and it nearly made Seonghwa pass out himself as it pulsed inside of you, trapping all of his cum, essence, and the golden liquid deep inside of you along with his second cock. 
He let you go, holding you so you didn’t fall forward face first as he shuddered, hips twitching ever so slightly. You were completely fucked out of your mind, trembling as you panted, trying to catch your breath. 
Seonghwa kissed the top of your head, rubbing your hips as he willed his own to stop moving and be still. 
He looked over your shoulder and smiled softly, kissing your head as he covered you protectively, locked into place behind you. 
“*+:。.。I love you, so much, Y/n。.。:+*” He muttered. You squeeze his hand, the grip of sleep dragging you under its influence. 
He certainly wasn’t expecting a tired series of clicks and coos in response. 
“*+:。.。Love…you too…Seonghwa.。.。:+*”
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