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[CHANNEL_9] fromis_9 '채널나인' EP60. Spotlighting 🐿️ Part.3
fromis_9 Lee Chaeyoung
11,660 words (Co-edited by @digipigichopshop & @dnd-writes)
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After "reviewing" an intense office romance starring fromis_9's main vocalist, Park Jiwon, you are now left with 8 more alluring videos featuring the remaining members to explore and indulge in. You feel teased after witnessing the explicit nature of the first video. Watching Jiwon's naked body as she partakes in what might be the best sexual experience caught on film got you pitching a tent underneath your pants. But that doesn't seem to be enough. After all, what's not to say that the other videos won't push your limits even further?
You choose among the many files that fill your computer folder, looking for the next video to review. The first thing that catches your eye is the thumbnail with the group’s playful and charismatic rapper, Chaeyoung. The entire fromis_9 is full of pretty faces and hot figures, but you've always been drawn to Chaeyoung's magnetic charm. She's funny, talented, and has a captivating stage presence… And now you find yourself eager to see how she can ignite your desires in this next video.
You press the play button and the "Channel_9" intro plays alongside its colorful intro card. As their video editor, you ponder what elements can be included in this video to tie it to the first one seamlessly. With a mischievous grin on your face, you decide to include a recap from the previous video where Jiwon's sensual encounter left you craving for more. You think it's a wonderful idea, but watching this current video to its completion comes first.
After the intro, the video shows a huge indoor swimming complex. The video shows its many pools and amenities, filled with many hues of blue and sparkling with crystal-clear water, and inviting everyone to dive in. It then shifts to an aerial shot of Chaeyoung outside of the area walking towards it. The camera switches to that of the crew following her to have a better view of this video’s main star, wearing a creative mix of a red strapless dress over a white buttoned shirt and red heels. Her long figure is accentuated by the dress, giving her a seductive yet sophisticated look.
However, as the camera focuses on her, Chaeyoung seems to look more hesitant than anything, curious as to what might be inside.
"Is this really the place?" Chaeyoung wonders aloud, her voice full of excitement and anticipation.
"Yes," one of the crew softly replies.
"What is this place? It could be like an indoor pool," Chaeyoung suggests, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
She walks a bit further and reaches the entrance of the indoor swimming area. It didn't take long for her to realize that her assumption was correct.
"An indoor pool? Oh wow, it really is," Chaeyoung exclaims, her voice filled with awe.
As she steps further inside, the view switches to a bird's eye view of the entirety of the swimming area from a drone camera. Despite her tall frame, the captured angle makes Chaeyoung look like a small figure in this large aquatic paradise.
"Wow. This place looks nice," she murmurs to herself. "They even have big slides!"
She continues to explore the vast complex, taking in the many sights and sounds around her. Her eagerness to take a dip in the many pools becomes more and more evident as she starts to softly whine every time her eyes catch anything new and exciting.
"You want to swim, don't you?" one of the crew playfully asks Chaeyoung, teasing her.
"Of course," she replies with a mischievous smile, before letting out a deep sigh. "I wish I didn't wear this outfit."
"But you look good in it."
"But I want to swim," she pouts, defeated as she looks at her clothing.
The crew chuckles at her cute yet disappointed expression.
"Can we go back here again?" she asks.
"Maybe?" the crew replies, a teasing tone in their voice.
Her eyes widened in hope and excitement. "Really? We can?"
"Well, we can certainly try to make it happen," they respond, their tone filled with amusement.
"Yes!" Chaeyoung claps her hands in glee.
"But this is a filming studio, after all," they point out.
"Ugh…" Chaeyoung groans, sounding frustrated.
"So we should coordinate with them first if we can use this place again," they suggest.
"It's a shame we can't just go here whenever we can," she pouts.
The crew again laughs at her remarks.
Her witty nature, paired with her playful banters, makes Chaeyoung a delight to work with. She's more than just a pretty face, her vibrant and welcoming personality makes her a good addition to any project. Many fans often discuss how she rarely lands any invitations to shows or events, be it as a guest or a host. Her level of professionalism, paired with her natural charm, will make her a great asset to any production.
Chaeyoung and the crew continue to explore the huge swimming facility, stumbling into more breathtaking pools and attractions along the way. They then end up in a huge yet shallow pool. What's interesting is that despite the water being shallow, it doesn't look like a pool meant for children. The pool is decorated as if it's a sports arena, with goals on each end and border lines drawn on the bottom. A scoreboard is also visible, adding to the air of competition and excitement.
"Wow! This area looks great!" Chaeyoung exclaims, her eyes lighting up with curiosity.
She then proceeds to walk further into the pool area, trying to get a closer look at the intricately designed space. But as she takes a few more steps, the crew then takes their leave to let her explore on her own. She waves and bows at them as her way of appreciation for accompanying her thus far. As they part ways, the camera view then switches to those inside the area, capturing the entire place from much better angles.
As she goes deeper into the pool area, she notices a man nearby who seems to be doing some stretches.
"Uhh… Hello," Chaeyoung tries to grab the man's attention with a friendly tone as she steps closer to him.
"Ah! Hello there," the man turns to her and slightly bows, a polite smile on his face.
"Hello to you as well," she responds with a warm smile before bowing in return.
The man stands up from his task and walks closer to Chaeyoung, offering a friendly handshake.
"So I will be your partner today."
She softly giggles before accepting her handshake. "Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise," he replies, his voice calm and friendly. "Chaeyoung, is it?"
"Yes. I guess I'm in the right place," she says with a playful grin.
"I guess you are," he chuckles. "So, are you ready?"
Chaeyoung then looks at him, dumbfounded.
"Eh?"
"I was told that we're going to have a friendly game of water polo," he explains, pointing towards the goals and lines in the pool.
She is then left speechless for a moment, her eyes staring at nothing in particular as she looks as if she's processing her situation.
"So, are you up for it?" he asks her again, his voice filled with anticipation.
Chaeyoung then chuckles, still staring into nothingness, before looking at him. "I wasn't even informed that I'll be swimming today."
She then turns her attention to one of the many cameras surrounding them as if looking at the staff themselves.
"Why did you make me wear this?" she yells at them laughing, playfully pointing at her outrageous office get-up.
Her partner then bursts out laughing at her unexpected reaction. "Wait. What's wrong?"
Chaeyoung then looks at him, still laughing but looking defeated. "I can't swim in this!"
He scratches his head in amusement as he has never been in a situation quite like this before, let alone see someone attempt to swim wearing office attire.
"Well that can be a problem," he says, chuckling.
"Oh no," she then starts to worry about the challenge at hand. "Do I immediately fail the challenge?"
"I don't think so. No," he attempts to reassure her worries as he thinks of a way to salvage the situation.
Suddenly, one of the monitors in the room turns on, catching their attention. On the screen, a message appears where it says the following;
“SPOTLIGHTING CHALLENGE: SPLASH & BLAST>
Aim to be the best water polo player ever!
Score as much as you can against your opponent.
Regular water polo rules don’t apply. Do whatever you can to win!
Complete this mission to earn your group a reward.
GOOD LUCK AND HAVE FUN!"
They both read the message on the screen, their eyes widening in surprise. Chaeyoung then looks at him with eyes full of concern.
"A time limit? How much time do we have?" she asks, feeling lost and nervous.
The scoreboard suddenly hums to life, catching their attention. The timer displays 120 minutes on the clock, making them realize they have a generous amount of time to complete the challenge.
"Oh, neat," he remarks. "We have plenty of time."
“Yeah,” She nods as she thinks about her situation. "But I'm wearing these clothes…"
"Right," he responds with a small chuckle.
"What should I do?" she asks, her worry slowly getting the best of her.
As he struggles to think of a way to help her, he shrugs his shoulders. "I guess you'd have to take them off."
"Sure," She chuckles nervously. “But you see…”
“Yes?” he asks.
"I don't have any swimsuits on me," she admits, blushing.
He then let out a chuckle at her sudden confession. "So you're just in your underwear, then?"
She nods at him. "Yep."
"If that's the case," he pauses for a moment, before adding, "Then it won't be much different from regular water polo."
"Really?" Chaeyoung's eyes widened, curious to hear his thoughts.
"Yes. Some beginners play water polo in their underwear, with the lack of preparation and all," he further explains, chuckling as he goes.
"I see…" she nods as she understands the situation. "So my case is actually a common thing, huh?"
"Correct," he nods, smiling. "Even professionals do their practice rounds wearing underwear when they forget to bring one."
“Is that so?” She laughs. "So it's just practice for me then."
He chuckles. "You can say that."
Suddenly, all her worries seem to have vanished. She smiles and nods at herself, a look of determination in her eyes.
"Alright," she exclaims, excited to accept the challenge. "I'll take the challenge then."
"That's the spirit!" He cheers her and gives her a thumbs up.
"So…"
Chaeyoung's eyes then begin to wander around the pool area, as if looking for something.
 "Should I just strip here?"
Her query catches him off guard, blushing before laughing at himself. "Ah, right. The nearest changing room is a bit far from here. It might take you a while to walk there."
"I see," she responds, understanding the situation. "Guess I’ll do a quick one here."
"Sure. I’ll stay back," He tells her as he steps back a few steps, raising his arm as he does.
"Right! Let's do this, then…"
Chaeyoung steps a bit away from him and begins to undress.
Her partner is then left to watch her as she attempts to remove every article of her clothing. Her high heels come off first, then the belt that holds the entire ensemble, followed by her orange tube dress. As she is halfway through unzipping the dress, she suddenly stops, looking at him for a moment.
"Oh. Umm…" She looks at him, feeling shy.
"What is it?" he asks, curious.
"Can you…" she pauses, her hands pointing at the stuck zipper.
"You want me to help you with that?" He asks again, smirking this time.
She nods, feeling embarrassed.
"Yes, please…"
"Sure thing," he nods and approaches her.
He grabs hold of the zipper with one hand, the other resting on Chaeyoung's shoulder. His strength easily resists the dress, as it slides downwards without issue. She then sighs with relief, another piece of clothing is peeled off her body.
"Phew," she sighs, relieved. "Thank you."
"No problem," He smiles at her before gesturing at her if he can let go of the dress. "May I?"
"Yes," she replies with a smile, her eyes glancing at his hands.
He lets go of his hands and like a swift wind, her orange dress slides down her body. Chaeyoung’s partner stands there, admiring her figure as she is left in her white buttoned shirt with a hint of her blue panties peeking from the bottom.
"Wow. You look beautiful," he compliments her, a hint of admiration in his voice.
"Thank you," he smiles and blushes.
She then goes back to business and unbuttons her shirt, revealing her bright blue bra. She slowly slides the garment down her arms, slowly revealing her slender body to him. He can't help but have his mouth open, his eyes admiring her beautiful physique. If anyone else was in his position, they would've pounced at her and ravished her right then and there, but he doesn't. He restrains himself as much as he can. And who knows? Maybe something interesting will happen along the way.
After a few seconds of gazing at her, he snaps himself back to reality, remembering the challenge at hand.
"So?" he asks her. "Ready?"
She nods, smiling. "Yes. Shall we?"
"After you," he gestures at her to dip in first.
Chaeyoung nods again and walks closer to the pool. She steps in it, slightly wincing as the water comes up to her calves.
"Ooh! It's cold," she whines, slightly grimacing.
"Are you okay?" he asks, curious to hear her response. "Is the water good?"
"I'm fine," she says, reassuring him. "Just a little chilly."
"Good to hear," he giggles, following her into the pool.
They perform quick stretches before they position themselves to face each other, ready to play a game of water polo.
"So, the goal is to score as many goals as I can, right?" Chaeyoung asks, feeling excited and nervous about the challenge at hand.
"Yes. So do your best," he replies with a wide grin, excitement evident in his tone.
"Right," she smiles, nodding at his response. "And go easy on me."
"I'll try," he chuckles, his eyes smiling along with his lips.
Chaeyoung then nods and readies herself to play.
The clock begins to tick, counting down before starting the game.
3… 2… 1…
And with a loud horn, the game starts.
The slightly serene water of the pool is replaced with large splashes as the two move fast toward the ball floating in the middle. Chaeyoung’s partner was able to reach it first with his long arms, but she swiftly reacted by swatting it away. Both then swim as fast as they can to recover the ball. Luckily for her, the water moves the ball closer to her position and she can reach it just before he does.
"Not too bad," he comments, impressed at how fast she is.
She smirks as if she already has a plan in mind. "You better get ready!"
Chaeyoung rushes toward the goal as fast as she can. In response, her partner moves towards it as well to defend it. As they near the goal, Chaeyoung, with the ball in her hands, attempts a big swing towards it, aiming for the side. He catches onto her plan and immediately positions himself in front of the goal, blocking it. With no time to waste, she lets out a loud grunt as she propels the ball out of his hands, hoping that it lands in the goal.
Unfortunately, the ball falls short, falling inches in front of him instead.
She grimaces as her attempt to score fails.
“Ah, no way!”
"Nice try, though," he says, smirking.
She hesitates to approach the ball for another attempt. But as she sees him, who is much closer, reaching for it, she abandons her plan.
"Oh, no…" she hisses. "Not on my watch."
Without a moment's hesitation, Chaeyoung drags herself towards her own end of the pool, leaving her partner with the ball. As she gets nearer to her goal line, she looks back to check his position. And to her surprise, he's already behind her, halfway through the pool, with the ball in his hands.
"Okay!" he yells, smiling. "My turn!"
"Wha—?!" she reacts, her eyes widening.
"Got you!" he says, as he winds her arms for the throw.
"Wait! That's unfair!" she frantically swims away, attempting to put some distance between them.
With the ball in his hands, he throws it straight towards the goal. As Chaeyoung desperately tries to catch up to the ball, she slips backward. This causes her to flail her arms and legs wildly. But with a stroke of luck, as she stumbles around in the pool, her feet catch the ball, hitting it. The ball then flies outside of the pool, landing on the hard floor of the facility.
"Oh!" he exclaims as he watches everything unfold. "That was something else."
After a few moments, Chaeyoung recovers her footing and is then left standing in the shallow pool, still disoriented from the tumble.
"Are you okay?" he asks, concerned.
She nods and raises her hand as if giving him a thumbs up. She wipes the water from her face and her hair, taking a few breaths as she recollects her thoughts.
"I'm okay," she chuckles, trying to catch her breath.
"That was quite a tumble you did," he comments, his voice full of concern.
"Yeah. I slipped," she replies, slightly shaking her head.
"I saw that," he giggles. "Are you good to go?"
"Yeah. Just a little bit dizzy," she reassures him, a hint of exhaustion in her tone.
"Okay. Let me just go get the ball," he says, getting off the pool to retrieve the ball.
"Wait. Where did it land?" she asks, scanning her surroundings for the lost item.
"It flew outside of the pool," he then pointed towards a spot outside. "Over there."
"Oh…" her eyes widen as she realizes her blunder. "I can't believe I kicked it that far."
He chuckles. "It happens to everyone. It's fine."
He quickly gets to where the ball is and picks it up.
"Let me get that," she says, moving towards him.
"Thanks," he smiles before softly tossing the ball to her. "Here you go."
"Oop!" she yelps, catching the ball in her hands. "Got it!"
"Nice catch," he praises her, smiling as he tosses himself into the pool.
"Thanks!" she smiles and waves, a hint of pride in her voice.
"Alright. Another round?" he asks, eager to start another round.
She nods. "Sure."
They again position themselves before resuming the game.
"Since you touched the ball before it went outside the pool," he says, looking at her. "The possession goes to me."
"Ah…" Chaeyoung sighs. "Fair enough."
He chuckles. "Don't worry. You'll get your chance to score."
"Yeah, yeah," she nods, smiling. "Do your worst."
She then throws the ball to him as they're about to start another round.
"No hard feelings?" he asks, a hint of teasing in his tone.
"Nah," She chuckles.
"But don't underestimate me."
"We'll see about that," he smiles as the horns sound, resuming the game.
Chaeyoung’s partner immediately makes a beeline towards the goal. His slim yet muscular build allows him to cut through the water with ease. But Chaeyoung isn't just a pretty face, as her lithe frame helps her keep up with his speed. Together with her silly and rather "unorthodox" methods of blocking him from scoring, her strategy is paying off, even though her opponent is much bigger than her. Neither of them is advancing any further, the two seemingly in a deadlock.
"You're good at this," he asks, impressed.
"Am I now?" she replies, smiling.
"Yes," he grins. "You should consider doing water polo as a hobby."
"I guess I should," she responds, giggling.
He chuckles. "Good to hear."
Their game goes on for quite some time with them in the same spot, neither of them scoring anything.  Chaeyoung is doing everything she can to block his every move and eventually steal the ball from him, while her partner tries to get past her and keep the ball from her. They are growing tired of this stalemate, but neither of them is giving up anytime soon.
"Okay, now…" he suddenly pauses, raising his arms in the air.
"Eh?" Chaeyoung is left confused. "What now?"
"Time to score," he makes a sudden dash towards the goal.
"Hey! Wait!" she yelps, attempting to block him.
His sudden burst of energy catches her off guard and causes her to stumble again. He quickly uses this opportunity to gain more ground. He is slowly getting past her.
"Wait up… Nghh!" she groans as she desperately tries to catch up to him.
"This is it!" he declares, his voice filled with excitement.
He then winds up his arms for a throw. But as he is doing so, Chaeyoung quickly recovers and desperately halts his movements just in time, her arms locking with his, rendering him unable to shoot the ball.
"No, you won't!" She grunts, determined to stop him.
He is left powerless as he feels her strength, her hands clasping his tightly.
"Woah! You're strong," he gasps, taken aback by her power.
She looks at him, her eyes gleaming with confidence and determination.
"Not gonna let that happen!"
They continue to struggle against each other, their bodies touching as they attempt to overcome one another. As the situation for the first goal becomes tense, their clashing bodies cause them to stumble and fall into the water. But even after falling, Chaeyoung's hands remain firm on his, determined not to lose. In such desperation, she tries to grab a hold of him in any way that she can. She manages to get a grip on his waist, but that's when things take a turn for the worse.
As Chaeyoung’s partner finds a way to let go of her, her hands unknowingly grab her trunks. With not a lot of options in his hands, he decides to just sprint for the goal. But as he does so, her tight grip causes the trunks to slide off his waist, revealing his privates.
"What the?" his eyes widened, caught off guard by what happened.
"Ahh!" she lets out a yelp, surprised.
His face flushes in embarrassment as he tries to cover his private area with the ball in his arms.
"Wait a minute. Lemme just…" He fumbles around, trying to pull his trunks back up.
"Ah! Uhh… Sorry!" she apologizes, feeling flustered.
"Heheh… No worries," he giggles, feeling awkward about the situation.
She blushes, avoiding his gaze. "I'm really sorry about that."
"No, really. It's all good," he says, smiling.
"I wasn't thinking that…" she says, shaking her head.
"No need to worry. It was an accident," he says, grinning.
"Right," she responds, nodding. "Still, I'm really sorry."
"It's alright," he reassures her. "We can still continue the game."
"Mhmm… Sure," she nods, still looking flustered from the incident.
"Hmmm…" he inspected her for a moment, thinking. "Are you sure you're good?"
"Yes. I'm fine," she replies, nodding.
"Okay. If you say so," he responds.
"But how about we take a break?"
"Can we?" she asks, feeling excited at the thought.
"Sure. Seems like we both could use a breather," he says, grinning.
"Well… Alright then," she giggles.
He then extends his hand, gesturing at her to take his hand.
"Shall we?"
She grabs her hand as he helps her get back up.
"Thanks," she says, smiling.
"No problem," he grins.
They then get off the pool, walking towards a row of lounge chairs placed nearby.
"Ahh…" she sighs as she sits on the chair stretching her body. "That was exhausting."
"Yeah," he nods as he hands her over a pair of towels. "But was it fun?"
"Definitely!" she smiles as she grabs one of the towels. "Thank you, by the way."
“Don't mention it," he grins. "So how about some drinks?"
"I would love to," she smiles as she wraps herself in the towel. "I'll wait here if that's alright with you."
Chaeyoung's partner then heads over to the bar nearby to get some refreshments. She is left to her thoughts, thinking about how the game went so far.
“Jeez. This is really exciting.”
A smile spreads across her face, feeling delighted about the current situation. She then feels a slight tingle down her thighs, as if she's getting turned on.
"Nghh… This is bad," she whispers to herself, stroking her thighs, attempting to calm her urges.
She then looks at where her partner is, watching him grab a couple of drinks at the bar. He seems to be taking his time doing so.
The coast is clear.
She shifts her thighs, trying to ease the sensation. But instead of stopping, it only gets stronger. She lets out a soft moan, her body feeling the familiar heat.
"No, not here," she whispers to herself, her hands stroking her thighs, attempting to calm her urges.
As if she can't control her body anymore, her fingers wander downwards. A sudden wave of pleasure washes over her as her fingers gently touch her pussy.
"Fuck… So good," she murmurs, her fingers continuing to play with her wet lips.
Chaeyoung, unable to resist the temptation, decides to give in. Her fingers continue to tease her body, her pussy getting wetter with each touch. She begins to slowly up the pace, muffling her moans as her fingers thrust in and out of her pussy.
"Hngh!" she hisses, biting her lip. "So close…."
She begins to quicken her pace, her fingers plunging deep into her pussy. The intense stimulation causes her legs to buckle, her toes curling with pleasure.
"Ugh… Yes…" she gasps, her fingers fucking her pussy fast.
Her fingers reach deeper into her, sending a powerful surge of pleasure up her spine. She is close to the climax.
But just as she's about to reach her orgasm, the sudden sound of her partner's voice causes her to freeze in her tracks.
"Hey, Chaeyoung…" his voice rings in her ears.
Her eyes dart towards the direction of the voice. He's getting close.
"Shit! What timing," she hisses, frustrated, quickly removing her hand from her pussy.
She then quickly pulls her hands up and wipes her juices on the towel. She adjusts her sitting position afterward, trying to make herself look natural.
“Sorry, I took so long,” he apologizes as he hands her a cold bottle of soda. “Here’s your drink.”
"Oh! T-thank you," she replies, her hands shaking as she grabs the bottle.
"Hmmm…" he looks at her, curious. "Are you okay?"
"M-me? Yeah! I'm fine," she replies, laughing awkwardly.
“Are you sure?” he continues to stare at her, looking as if he doesn't believe her. “You look red.”
"R-red? Me?" she giggles awkwardly. “I-it’s probably the… Heat. Yes! T-that’s it.”
"Well…" he says, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know if I grabbed a good drink for you. The bar doesn't seem to have much to offer."
"It's fine! T-this is nice," she giggles.
"Well that's good to hear," he smiles, before laying down on the chair next to her.
She opens her bottle and gulps down half of the content as if her throat is parched.
"Phew…" she sighs, wiping her mouth.
"You seem thirsty," he comments.
His sudden query almost made Chaeyoung spill her drink.
"T-thirsty?" she frantically responds, almost stuttering.
"Yeah. You seem to be sipping your drink fast," he points out.
"Ahh… That. Hehehe," she awkwardly giggles, a hint of nervousness in her voice. "Well, y’know… It's been a hot day."
"Yeah. It sure is," he replies, relaxing his body. "This weather makes me feel hot and sticky."
"Sticky, huh…" she murmurs to herself, trying to keep her composure.
"So how's the game so far? You're holding up well," he compliments her, a playful grin on his face.
"Ah, yes," she nods, laughing. "I, uhh… I'm doing my best."
"You have the makings of a good water polo player," he adds, his grin growing wider.
"Is that so?" she continues to laugh, her cheeks blushing.
"You gave me a hard score, after all," he remarks, chuckling.
"I did, didn't I?" she giggles, feeling embarrassed.
"Yeah. You're creative in your tactics, too," he adds.
"C-creative?" she asks, curious.
"Well, you know…" he then slightly tugs her swimming trunks, reminding her of the silly incident earlier.
"O-oh," she blushes, remembering what happened. "That one…"
"It was a pretty bold move if you ask me," he chuckles, amused.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen," she apologizes, looking embarrassed.
"You don't have to apologize," he says, his voice calm.
"I… I got so into the game that I didn't notice what I was doing," she explains, looking embarrassed.
"Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, right?" he jokes, smirking. "I might even do the same thing if the situation calls for it."
Chaeyoung's eyes then widened, surprised at his answer. "R-really? You mean…"
"Just kidding!" he bursts into laughter, finding her reaction amusing. "You're only in your underwear, so I wouldn't consider doing that."
"But you're only wearing trunks yourself!" she exclaims, chuckling. "We're pretty much on the same boat here."
"So are you proposing an 'equal' fight, then?" he grins, teasing her.
"Well… I mean…" Chaeyoung blushes, feeling shy. "Ah! Forget what I said."
"Come on now. Don't get shy on me," he teases, smirking.
She hesitates to let out what's on her mind. Granted her sexual frustration and her partner's teasing are getting the better of her, but she eventually gives in.
"Fine," she grumbles.
"So what is it?" he asks, his voice calm and patient.
"Well," she pauses for a moment, her eyes wandering. "I was just saying that maybe it's okay if we could just—"
The horn suddenly blares aloud, interrupting her speech.
"Oh. Time's up already?" he asks, getting back up.
Chaeyoung then sighs at the impeccable timing. "So it is."
"Well, shall we go back?" he asks, lending her a hand to stand up.
"Sure," she replies, nodding. "Let's go."
They then both head back into the water to continue where they left off. They are left with 23 minutes on the clock.
"Ready for more?" he asks, smiling.
She smiles, her body ready. "Yeah. Let's do this!"
And with another loud blare of the horn, the game resumes.
Both of them hauls ass towards the middle, trying to get to the ball first. Chaeyoung manages to reach the ball first and firmly grasps it with both hands.
"Aha!" she declares. "Got it!"
"Nicely done!" her partner applauds her, smiling.
"Hehe… Thanks," she replies, giggling. "Now it's my turn!"
She does all she can to reach the goal as fast as she can. However, his athletic frame makes him move to block it before she can reach it.
"I want to see you try scoring again," he says, smirking.
"Aish…" She grunts, her eyes determined. "We'll see about that."
As Chaeyoung approaches the goal, she slowly thinks of a way to overcome him. An idea then suddenly pops into her head, giving her a newfound motivation.
"Okay…" she mumbles, as she comes up with a plan.
"Ready when you are," he firmly stands in his position, his eyes fixed on the ball.
Suddenly, she then attempts a flurry of fake shots, jumping in all directions in the hopes of baiting him to fall off-balance. As silly as she looks, her partner reacts in kind, trying to block her in every direction she jumps.
"I'm gonna get you!" she declares, giggling.
"Try if you can," he retorts, his grin widening.
As competitive as they get, a glimmer of joy and fun is present in their eyes. They're having fun. The fierce tension in the air doesn't stop them from enjoying themselves.
After a few moments, Chaeyoung finally takes the bait and dashes straight towards the goal, the ball in her hand. Her partner follows suit, hoping to stop her. They both rush towards each other to accomplish their own plans. As they come closer to each other and the tension continues to rise, Chaeyoung decides to jump out of the water as high as she can and throws the ball towards the goal.
"Get in there!" she yells as she lets go of the ball.
He reacts by reaching for the ball with his hand, attempting to block the shot.
"Got it!" he said in glee.
But in the nick of time, Chaeyoung swats the ball away with her hands, sending it upwards towards the goal.
They were frozen in their tracks, watching where the ball would land. A mix of emotions fills them both as it comes nearer to the goal.
"Did I score?"
"Did she miss?"
The ball then touches the edge of the goal, sending it bouncing to the side and landing a few inches away from the goal line.
"Agh! No!" Chaeyoung cries as the ball falls short of the goal.
"Whew! That was a close one," her partner exclaims, a bit exhausted.
He then rushes to recover the ball, attempting to score his own. But despite her failed attempt, she is quick to react and runs for her side of the pool to defend her goal.
"No way am I letting you score that easily!" she declares, smirking
He chuckles. "Good. Bring it on, then."
He winds up his arms for a big throw, while she prepares herself for his next move. He throws the ball as high as he can, far from her reach. But Chaeyoung isn't going to let him win that easily. She jumps another time, and with her long reach, is able to grab the ball in mid-air. It sends the ball out of bounds, outside the pool.
"Nice!" she exclaims, pumping her fist in the air.
"Ugh…" he groans, slightly annoyed. "That was a good block."
"Thanks," she smiles. "I have a good opponent."
"I'm honored," he chuckles.
After exchanging compliments and a few seconds of rest, they again prepare themselves for more water polo. They continue to attempt to score a goal for themselves as the other party tries their best to block their every move. Their restraints are slowly coming off as the two of them are willing to get up close and personal with each other during the game. With how serious the two of them are getting, Chaeyoung's partner can't help but exert a bit of his strength tussling against her. His hands, in a desperate attempt to retrieve the ball, accidentally end up grasping the softness of her butt
"Hngh!" she suddenly lets out a sharp gasp.
"Oh. Sorry!" he apologizes, retracting his hands.
"It… It's fine," she quickly recovers, smiling. "D-don't worry about it."
"Alright then," he says, still looking a bit apologetic.
They continue playing, but the situation seems to have shifted into a more sexual one. It's evident in their eyes the fire that makes them determined to win the challenge. But at the same time, the same fire emanates a more intense passion between the two of them. Gone are the subtleties they have for each other from the first few minutes of the challenge, now they're going all out, showing no signs of holding back.
As the game goes on, the two's bodies are getting closer and closer. Their touches aren't accidental anymore. They're deliberate, seeking a certain sensation from each other. And as their excitement grows, so does the tension in the air. The desire to get to each other becomes more apparent with each passing moment. This isn't just a game anymore. It has become a test of wills—a battle to see who'll succumb first. Getting physical is the name of the game, after all. 
A few moments later, they again find themselves at a stalemate, the two staring at each other intently, neither giving up their guard.
"You're getting better at this," he comments, smirking.
She chuckles. "Not gonna let you score that easily."
"You think so, huh?" he asks, teasing her.
"Yeah, you bet," she replies, smirking.
"Well have at it, then," he says, challenging her.
As they are about to have another go, the horn blares out loud, catching their attention.
"Huh? Is it over already?" Chaeyoung asks, surprised.
"Doesn't seem like it," her partner responds, his gaze fixated on his timer. "We still have several minutes to go."
"Hmmm… Then what seems to be the—oh! Look at the screen."
They both then turn their heads toward the big screen in the middle. A message is being displayed, informing the players of another challenge.
"ATTENTION BOTH PLAYERS:
As neither player hasn't scored so far, we have decided to change the current challenge."
They are both confused, not expecting this sudden change.
"What does that mean?" Chaeyoung asks, perplexed.
"I have no idea," her partner shrugs. "Let's see what else is there to know."
The message on the screen changes again. It reads the following:
“SPOTLIGHTING CHALLENGE: SPLASH & BLAST
1. Can you be the best lover in the pool?
2. Try and make your partner cum as much as possible! There are no rules!"
3. Whoever cums the most loses.
4. Win this mission to earn your group a reward.
GOOD LUCK AND HAVE FUN!"
"Huh? What in the world is that?" Chaeyoung exclaims after reading the text on the screen, blushing.
"Woah!" his jaw drops, his eyes wide. "That's some challenge."
"So, are we really gonna…" she asks, looking at him, her face flustered.
"Looks like our game took a different turn, didn't it?" he chuckles, smiling at her.
"Yeah. I guess so," she giggles, her hands fiddling.
"Shall we… Do the challenge?" he asks, curious as to how she'll react.
She hesitates, her mind conflicted. However, the need to fulfill her lust and desires seems to overwhelm her, as she has no choice but to go with it.
"Uhmm… You see," she starts to say, her tone soft and a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
"You haven't done this yet, have you?" he asks, his expression calm.
"I mean…" Chaeyoung fiddles with her fingers, not looking him in the eye. "N-not that I haven't, but…"
"It's fine," he reassures her, smiling. "Bad experience?"
She shakes her head. "N-not with the real one, at least."
"I see," he nods, his hand grazing over her arm. "It's alright. We can just take it slow."
"Y-yeah, I guess…" she nods, agreeing.
They slowly approach each other, their bodies becoming closer and closer. They stare at each other's eyes, their bodies shivering. He then reaches out his hand and gently holds her chin, lifting it up, his face moving closer. She feels the warmth of his breath, their lips a mere centimeter apart.
"So, shall we begin?" he whispers, his voice soft and gentle.
She doesn't respond. Instead, she closes her eyes and presses her lips against his, sealing the deal.
Their bodies are pressed against each other, their skin touching, as the kiss grows deeper and longer. She wraps her arms around his waist, her hands touching his back. He, on the other hand, moves his hand down her hips, grabbing her buttocks.
"Mmmh…" she moans softly as their tongues intertwine.
Chaeyoung’s partner then slowly moves his hands towards her breast, his fingers fondling it. She lets out another soft moan, feeling his fingers rub her nipple.
"Feeling good?" he asks, breaking the kiss.
She nods, "Y-yes…"
He smiles, happy to see her reaction.
"I'll take it further," he says as he begins kissing her neck.
"Ahh… That tickles," she giggles, his kisses causing her body to tingle.
He continues to kiss her neck, his tongue tracing the curves of Chaeyoung's delicate skin. She moans softly, enjoying the sensation. His hand then slowly moves downwards, cupping her buttocks.
"Mnnh!" she gasps, his hands kneading her ass.
He smirks, amused at her reaction.
"Liking it?" he asks, grinning.
"Ahhh! Y-yes," she stammers, her body shuddering.
"Good," he says, his tone gentle. "I hope you're ready for more."
He continues to knead her soft butt, his hands grabbing a handful of her soft, round flesh. She lets out a series of moans, her body shivering with pleasure.
"Ahh, fuck…" she moans, her breathing getting heavy.
Her partner then continues his advance. As he moves his lips down her neck and onto her chest, he slowly unclasps her drenched bra, freeing her breasts from its confinement.
"Oh, wow… Chaeyoung-ah," he whispers, his eyes fixed on her chest.
Chaeyoung's nipples are already erect and glistening with the water from the pool. He then looks at her, his eyes burning with lust and desire.
"How cute," he whispers, his fingers gently tracing her nipples.
"Not there, not—hngh!" she whimpers, her body jolting from the touch.
He then continues to fondle her breasts, his fingers massaging her nipples. Her face turns red, feeling a tingling sensation in her body.
"Fuck… So good…" she pants, her voice soft and weak.
"You're really sensitive here, aren't you?" he teases, his voice playful.
Chaeyoung nods, her face flushed. "I… I'm just not used to—nghh!."
He chuckles, finding her reaction adorable.
"Let's move on to something else, then," he says, his voice calm.
"W-what is it? What are we going to—"
He places his index finger on her lips, signaling her to stop talking.
"Hush, Chaeyoung."
Her partner then lowers himself and grabs her panties, slowly sliding them off. He tosses her soaked underwear outside the pool, leaving her fully naked.
Chaeyoung attempts to cover her body with her hands as much as she can, her cheeks burning from the embarrassment.
"I-I hope you're l-liking the view," she stutters, her face turning a deep shade of red.
"Of course I do," he replies, his voice firm.
"I-I don't think I'm that—"
"Shhh…" he again interrupts her. "There's no need to be shy."
"O-okay…" she replies, nodding.
"Just relax and let me take care of you," he says, his voice soft and gentle.
His words send shivers down her spine, her body shivering from his words.
He slowly moves Chaeyoung's hand that covers her crotch and spreads her legs open, exposing her wet pussy.
"Such a pretty sight," he murmurs, admiring her glistening pussy.
"Mmmh… Can you stop?" she groans, her pussy aching with need.
"Oh, I’m sorry," he chuckles, his hands gently caressing her thighs.
"I'll get right into it."
"P-please… I can't wait," she stammers, her face red.
His hands slowly move upwards towards her inner thighs, his fingers grazing her delicate skin.
"So soft… So warm," he whispers, his fingers touching her folds.
"Aah! T-that's so good," she whimpers, her breathing getting heavy.
His fingers continue to explore her wet pussy, his fingertips caressing her sensitive clit.
"You're so wet, Chaeyoung," he teases, his fingers brushing against her swollen clit.
"T-that's because we… We're in w-water," she stutters, her body trembling.
"Excuses, excuses," he laughs, his tone playful. "You know what I mean."
"I-I can't help it!" she whines, her face flushed. "You're making me… Feel s-so good."
"Then let me make you feel even better," he says, his fingers now slowly penetrating her tight pussy.
"Ahh! Oh fuck," she yelps, her body shivering.
"Looks like you liked that," he whispers, his fingers pumping inside her.
She nods in response, her body shuddering with each thrust.
He adds another finger, his digits begin to thrust faster and harder.
"Fuck. So tight," he compliments, his voice husky. "You're taking my fingers so well"
"Ahhh! It's so… Deep!" Chaeyoung moans, her eyes shut tight.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" he asks, his fingers moving at a steady pace.
"Y-yes! Oh, shit. Yes!" she stammers, her body shuddering.
"Looks like you can't last much longer," he teases, his fingers continuing their assault.
"P-please… I'm gonna…" she looks at him with pleading eyes.
"Then go ahead. Cum for me," he commands, his fingers plunging deep.
Her body shakes as her orgasm approaches. She tries to grip whatever part of his body as best she can as her muscles tighten.
"I’m… I'm gonna!" she pants, her eyes squeezed shut.
"That's it, Chaeyoung. Just let go," he encourages, his voice gentle.
Finally, her body twitches and shudders, her pussy squeezing his fingers as her orgasm hits her hard. Her hips buck wildly, her body squirming as waves of pleasure wash over her. She elicits a loud moan as her pussy contracts, her juices spraying all over his hand.
"Yes! Oh fuck!" she yells, her body spasming.
"Good girl," he compliments her, his fingers still thrusting inside her.
"I'm cumming! Fuck! I'm cumming!" she cries, her voice quivering.
"Keep cumming," he instructs as he continues to finger her, his fingers reaching deeper inside her.
"Please! Ahhh!" she moans, her body shivering with ecstasy.
"Come on, Chaeyoung. Let it all out," he says, his voice calm.
"I-I can't! I'm gonna… I'm gonna—ahhh!" she screams, her pussy squeezing his fingers one last time before releasing a huge gush of fluid, like a floodgate bursting open to the pool.
"Yes! Yes! Agh!" she screams, her body convulsing as she cums, her juices spraying onto her partner's hand.
He slowly pulls out his fingers, his hands sticky from her fluids.
"You sure did cum a lot, Chaeyoung," he comments, a playful grin on his face.
She doesn't answer, her face red, her body shivering with aftershocks. Her chest heaves, her breaths coming in ragged pants.
"So how was it?" he asks, curious about her thoughts.
"I'm… I can't think," she murmurs, her voice weak.
He chuckles, amused by her reaction.
"Seems like you liked that," he says, his tone teasing.
As much as she hates to admit it, she replies with a subtle nod.
"Though I hope you're ready for more," he whispers, grinning.
"Fuck. You're gonna be the death of me," she grunts, her breath still shaky.
"Don't worry," he replies, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I'll be more gentle this time."
"For some reason, I don't believe you," she responds, her voice a mix of frustration and excitement.
"Oh, come on. I promise," he replies, his tone playful.
She sighs at his silly plea. "Fine. Whatever."
"So, anything on your mind?" he asks her, an excited glint in his eye.
Chaeyoung tries to think of something interesting to do with her partner. After a few seconds, she giggles before looking at him with a seductive smirk.
"How about…" she pauses for a moment, trying to build the tension.
"What is it?" he asks, his eyebrow raised.
"Hmmm… Come with me first!" She then grabs his arm and pulls him towards the edge of the pool.
He complies and allows her to drag him with her. Once they reach the edge, she pulls him in for a kiss before playfully pushing him, his back now against the wall.
"What now?" he asks, curious.
She doesn't reply, instead, her hands slowly move downwards. He gets the message and lets her work on removing his swimming trunks.
Chaeyoung's delicate hands slowly pull his shorts down, freeing his half-hard member. It seems that it hasn't reached its full size yet, but her eyes are fixed on such a huge object.
"Mmmh… It's so big," she murmurs, her eyes staring at his cock.
"I'm flattered," he smirks, his voice calm yet playful.
"You must be popular with the girls," she says, a playful smile on her face.
He chuckles. "You can say that."
She continues to stroke his member, her soft hands rubbing against his shaft. He closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation of her hands touching his skin.
"Ooh… Yeah," he groans. "You feel so nice."
"T-thank you," she giggles, her eyes glimmering with lust. "I'm trying to make this fucking cock bigger."
"Well, you're doing a good job," he grins, his cock slowly growing hard.
"Glad you're liking it," she replies as her pace gets faster, her hands quickly moving up and down his cock.
"Ugh… That's so good," he grunts, his hips rocking as her hands work their magic on his throbbing shaft.
"Enjoying the service?" she teases a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
"Why wouldn't I?" he responds, his voice calm. "You're good at this."
She giggles, amused at his comment. "Beginner's luck, I guess."
"I can't tell if you're serious or joking," he replies, chuckling.
"Who knows?" she winks. "Does it matter?"
He pulls Chaeyoung closer, their faces mere inches from each other. The tension between the two continues to build, their breaths coming out hot and heavy as they stare into each other's eyes.
"Not in the slightest," he says, his tone deep and husky.
Without warning, his lips crash into hers, his hands pulling her even closer. His tongue slides into her mouth, exploring every inch of her soft, warm cavity. The young lady, as inviting as ever, reciprocates with an eagerness of her own.
Their tongues intertwine, their lips locked together. The two are locked in a passionate embrace as if they are two lovers who haven't seen each other in years. They continue to press their bodies against each other, their breaths becoming louder and hotter as the kiss becomes more intense.
As their kiss grows more and more passionate, his cock throbs in her hands, her pace getting faster and faster. As his shaft becomes harder and harder in her hands, it pulsates and begins to twitch.
"Are you close?" Chaeyoung breaks the kiss, a seductive smile can be seen on her face.
He nods, his cock fully erect and ready to burst.
The response from her partner causes her to increase her pace, her soft, delicate hands stroking his shaft vigorously. His hips begin to rock, his breathing getting heavier and faster.
"F-fuck… I'm so close…"
"Yes. Let it out," she purrs, her voice sultry. "Give me all of it."
"Chaeyoung-ah, I'm gonna…"
With one final stroke, his cock bursts, releasing a massive load of thick, white cum, covering her hands. She does her best to catch all of his semen in her hands, but the excessive amount he releases proves to be too much for her to handle and drips to the water below. She continues to stroke his shaft, milking his cock as her hands are fully covered in his seed.
"Oh, fuck…" he groans, his cock twitching as his load spurts out of his cock.
"You liked that, didn't you?" she asks, smirking.
"Hell yeah, I did," he chuckles, his body feeling exhausted.
"I can see why you're popular with the girls," she teases, her fingers scooping his seed and licking it off her fingers.
"Delicious."
He smiles. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."
"But.." she smirks, her eyes glinting with mischief. "The game's not over yet."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Chaeyoung quickly lowers herself, her face now positioned right in front of his member. Without hesitation, she engulfs his cock with her mouth, her lips wrapping around the tip. Little by little, she forces herself to take his girthy shaft, her throat struggling to fit his length.
"H-hey!" he exclaims, surprised at her bold move.
She ignores her partner and continues to suck his cock, her pace increasing. Her mouth makes slurping noises, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks him vigorously.
"Mmmh," she hums, his cock deep in her mouth.
"F-fuck… That's so good," he moans, his voice heavy with pleasure.
"I know," she mumbles, her lips wrapped around his cock.
"God… So good," he growls, his hips moving.
She continues to suck him, her head bobbing up and down his shaft. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with lust and desire looking straight at him. Her eyes are like that of a predator, her prey now at her mercy.
"Ugh, shit…" he mutters, his breathing becoming heavier. "You're eager to get ahead of me, huh?"
She didn't answer. But her increase in speed and intensity is proof of her determination to beat him.
"Yes, that's it. Just like that," he praises, his voice heavy with arousal. "Fuck… Your mouth feels so fucking good."
She retreats and releases his member, a thick strand of cum and saliva connecting his swollen tip and her soft lips.
"Hope you don't mind me getting another point," she teases, a playful grin on her face.
"Just get on with it, " he grunts, smiling. "Fuck, you're a lewd sight."
"Oh shut up and enjoy, will you?" She teases, her tone sultry.
"You don't have to ask me twice," he chuckles, amused.
Chaeyoung again engulfs his shaft, her tongue lapping on his sensitive skin. She takes him whole in one go this time, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Her eager attempt causes her to choke, but she does her best to not gag.
"Fuck… You're too good," he praises, his voice shaking.
She resumes to suck his cock, her head moving up and down his shaft. Her throat quickly adjusts to his size, allowing her to take him in deeper and deeper. Her eyes never leave him, her gaze fixated on him as her mouth is full of his member, her head bobbing furiously.
"Fuck! I think I'm gonna cum again," he grunts, his breathing becoming ragged.
Like a signal, her pace increases. She is determined to make him cum again. She wants more of his semen. She is hungry for it.
"H-holy fuck," he pants, his eyes shutting tight. "I'm close, Chaeyoung!"
Her pace increases even more, her head wildly bobbing up and down his length as she attempts to make him cum. She can't seem to resist his taste, as if it's a drug.
"S-shit… I'm gonna explode!" he growls, his body twitching.
She feels his cock pulsating in her mouth, his length fully erect and ready to burst. She drives herself to the brink of madness, her pace so fast and violent that she begins to gag. She doesn't care. She wants his semen. She needs it.
With a loud, guttural moan, his hips buck and his cock explodes, sending a massive load of his hot seed inside her mouth. Her eyes widen as she struggles to take it all in, but his release is too much, catching her off guard. A thick trail of his cum drips out of her mouth and down her chin. She gags and chokes, but she does her best to swallow every last drop. His orgasm continues for a few moments longer, his load continuing to spew inside her mouth, his cock pulsating and throbbing.
"Fuck! S-so good," he pants, his body shuddering.
After an almost non-stop stream of cum, his cock finally stops releasing, and Chaeyoung slowly withdraws from him. Thick strands of his semen and saliva connect his shaft and her lips, making an erotic mess of her. It seems crazy how such a pretty girl like her can look even more attractive with the amount of cum on her face.
"Goddamn," he says, his breathing heavy. "That was amazing."
She licks her lips clean, his cum still dripping down her chin.
"How was it, hmmm?" she asks, her voice sultry.
"Amazing. Best blowjob ever."
"Good," she smiles, her expression smug. "I can tell you enjoyed it."
"You bet I did."
"It's not everyday an idol would give anyone a… Special fanservice."
"Guess I'm a lucky fan, then."
"Lucky indeed. Though the game's not over yet, is it"
"What do you mean? I already came twice."
"Doesn't mean we're done, does it?"
Despite spurting such a huge amount twice in a row, her words seem to excite him still. His cock springs back to life, already at half-mast.
"You're right," he grins, leaning closer to her. "We're not done yet."
"That's the spirit," she smiles. "Though I'll be taking the lead."
"Oh?"
"You can rest for a bit," she says, her tone playful.
"You think I can't keep up with you?" he asks in an intrigued yet playful tone.
"Not really," she giggles. "You just look like you're about to pass out."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah," she replies, chuckling. "And what are you gonna do about it?"
Feeling challenged, he quickly grabs Chaeyoung by her legs and lifts her up the water.
"I'm gonna show you that I can still keep up," he growls, his eyes full of determination.
"W-woah!" she yelps, taken aback by his sudden move. "What are you doing?"
"Giving you a ride," he responds, his hands firmly gripping her thighs.
"Eh? A r-ride?"
"That's right," He nods, smiling. His cock slightly grazes against her inner thighs, slowly nearing her crotch. "You wanted to lead, right?"
"Yeah, but—"
"Then here's your chance," he interrupts, grinning.
"Wait, what are you—oh! Oh fuck!" she gasps, suddenly feeling his cock penetrating her pussy.
He enters her with a powerful thrust, his shaft sliding all the way inside her tight, warm walls.
"Shit. So tight," he groans, his cock throbbing inside her.
"F-fuck… Y-you're so big!" she whimpers, feeling his girth stretching her insides.
"And you're soaking wet, Chaeyoung," he smirks, amused.
"W-what are you talking about? I'm not—ahh!" she moans, her body jolting with every thrust.
"I'm not gonna let you win that easily," he grunts, his pace slow but firm.
"Oh yeah? Nghh! Y-you… Think you're gonna w-win?"
"Still underestimating me, huh?" he growls, his fingers digging into her fleshy butt.
Despite the tough shell she displays, his aggressive moves make her moan involuntarily. Her arms wrap around his neck, while her legs lock around his waist. Try as she might, the immense pleasure seems to be flooding her inhibitions away.
"Nghh! F-fuck…" 
"You're liking this, huh?" her partner taunts her as his pace quickens.
"Ahh… S-so good," she whispers, her voice shaking.
"That's what I thought," he smirks.
He continues to pound her with his cock, his shaft reaching her deepest depths.
"F-fuck! D-don't… Go faster!" Chaeyoung screams, her face flushed.
"Who do you think will win, huh?" he teases, his voice full of arrogance.
"Fuck you!" she snaps, her body trembling.
"I like it when you talk dirty," he chuckles, amused.
He thrusts his cock deep inside her, causing her to gasp.
"Nghhh! Shit!" she yells, her pussy tightening around his shaft.
"Feeling good?"
"N-no! I'm just… Mhhh!" she protests, her voice weak.
"Just admit it," he says, his cock pulsating inside her.
"Aghhh! T-that's cheating!" she complains, her body shuddering.
"Excuses, excuses…" he smirks, his thrusts becoming deeper and stronger.
"I'm gonna… W-win, you know," she boasts, challenging him.
"Really, huh?" he chuckles, looking at her dazed eyes. "Looks like you can't even think properly."
"You're just… Nghhh! You're moving too fast!" she exclaims, her voice weak.
"Then if that's the case…" he then walks slowly towards the pool stairs, his cock still deep inside her.
"W-what are you… Hahh! What are you doing?"
"Giving you a proper ride," he says, his tone smug.
He takes slow but heavy steps as he carries her towards the pool stairs, making her squeal with each movement.
"You… Y-you're so mean," she whines, her pussy tightening.
"Sorry, Chaeyoung. But we're against each other here," he says, his eyes full of mischief.
"Fuck!" she whispers angrily to herself in frustration.
"What's the matter?" he taunts, his cock sliding inside her with ease.
"N-nothing… Hngh!" she grunts, her teeth gritting.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! Fuck! Just… Just fucking fuck me! Goddammit!" Chaeyoung admittedly yells, her face red and flushed.
"Now that's more like it," he smirks, amused.
Her partner resumes his relentless assault, pounding her hard and deep as they near the edge of the pool. Chaeyoung's moans are getting louder and louder, her body quivers as if she got shocked by lightning.
"Shit… You're so big…" she whispers, her body shaking with pleasure.
"Feeling good, aren't you?" he taunts, his pace steady.
"Nghh… No!" she replies, her trembling in frustration and pleasure. "T-this is… Fuck!"
"That's what I thought," he sneers.
"Ahhh! When are you gonna stop?" she whines, her voice full of desperation.
"When I'm done," he answers, his tone casual.
"Y-you…" she grunts, her face red. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Of course," he answers with a smug grin on his face.
"Oh, fuck me…" she whispers, her breathing heavy.
"Looks like someone's getting close," he comments, his voice full of amusement.
"No I'm not! I'm—fuck!" she snaps, her voice shaking.
"Come on. You're denying it but you're pussy's getting tighter," he teases.
"Nghh… Fine!" she finally gives in.
"I'm… Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"
"There we go," he smirks, his cock throbbing. "An honest answer."
"B-but… Not before you!" she shouts, her pussy squeezing his cock.
"Heh. Still got some fight left in you, huh?"
"M-maybe… I-I don't know!" she yells, her face red.
"Well, if that's the case, then I better make sure you can't keep up," he sneers, his cock pounding her with reckless abandon as he exits the pool. Despite his aggressive movements, he gently lowers Chaeyoung to the pool’s deck, his cock never leaving the tight embrace of her walls.
He then continues his relentless assault, his thrusts deep and rough. He moves his hands to her breasts and starts to massage her perky, erect nipples.
"F-fuck… Not my nipples!" she whimpers, her pussy clenching around his shaft.
"Feels good, huh?"
"Hahh… Y-yes," she admits, her face flushed.
"There’s a good girl," he smiles, his fingers pinching her nipples. He then leans forward to suck on them, his tongue swirling around her sensitive nubs.
"Aghh! Don't suck on them!" she whines, her voice weak.
He doesn't answer. He keeps on sucking her nipple as his cock pounds her as deep and as hard as he could.
"Fuck! I'm gonna go crazy, you asshole!" she yells, her face red and hot.
"That's what I like to hear," he chuckles.
"But I'm not… Losing… To you!" Chaeyoung grunts, sounding determined despite her weak position.
"We'll see about that," her partner replies, his pace picking up.
"Ahhh! Fuck! You're going too fast!" she protests, her hands reaching for his back, her nails digging into his skin.
He continues his relentless assault, his pace unrelenting as his cock ravages her insides.
"S-stop…" she whispers, her body shivering with pleasure. "I can't take it anymore!"
"Then cum," he says, his breath heavy. "I know you want to."
"B-but… But I…"
"Shhh…" he shushes her. "I'll do it with you."
"Nghh… B-but I'm not gonna lose to—"
His lips interrupt her words, gently crashing into hers. Chaeyoung tries to resist, but her mind becomes blank as his tongue slides into her mouth.
Despite the feisty attitude she's showing towards him, she kisses him back as their tongues intertwine in a passionate dance. Gone are their antagonistic antics against each other, and the only evident thing are fervent thrusts and muffled moans from the two of them.
The tension builds and their kiss grows more intense. Their hips move together as one, their bodies grinding against each other. They are locked in a passionate embrace, their desire burning deep within them.
"Fuck," he groans. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
"Aghh! S-stop… You're making me…" she stammers, her voice soft.
"Come on, Chaeyoung. Give me all you got," he whispers, his cock pounding her deep.
"F-fuck…" she grunts, her eyes squeezed shut. "I'm gonna cum again!"
"That's right," he coos in her ears. "Let me feel you cum."
"Y-yes!" she cries, her voice strained. "Oh shit… Ahh!"
With a loud moan, Chaeyoung’s pussy clenches his cock, her body convulsing as her orgasm hits her hard, waves of pleasure washing over her. She can't do anything but hold onto her partner’s back as her orgasm ravages her body, her arms and legs locked around him. Her juices spray uncontrollably out of her, covering his cock with her sticky fluids.
"Ahh! Fuck!" he yells, his body shivering as his orgasm approaches. "My turn… Hngh!"
"C-cum inside me, p-please…" she begs, her voice weak.
"Here it comes… Nrgh!"
After a few wild thrusts, his cock bursts inside her, releasing a huge load of his thick, hot seed. His hips rock and buck as his cock spews a massive stream of cum, his semen overflowing from her tight pussy.
"Yes! Oh fuck! Your cum feels so warm inside me," she moans, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
"Ugh… Take it all, Chaeyoung!" he growls as he continues to thrust all he's got inside her.
"Fuck… I can feel it coming out of my pussy," she moans, her pussy still squirting her fluids.
"Shit. You're so hot, Chaeyoung" he grunts and goes to kiss her once again.
"Mmmh… I love your cock," she purrs, her body shaking.
They continue this sensual moment, their bodies pressed together, their mouths locked in a passionate embrace. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure for the two of them, and they reveled every second of it. Despite being filmed, they didn't care. All that mattered was the moment they were sharing that burned deep within their minds.
As the intense lovemaking subsides, their lips break apart from each other. He withdraws himself from her, his cock covered with their mixed juices that connect from her freshly fucked pussy. He then moves a few inches away from her, trying to take a seated position with his exhausted body. Chaeyoung on the other hand, is left panting, her body trembling, her chest heaves for air and her pussy gushes out their mixed fluids, leaving a trail of love juice that pools below her.
"Hahh… Hah… Oh fuck…" he breathes, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
"Nghh… Are you… Okay?" Chaeyoung asks him, her voice barely audible.
"I'm… Whew. I'm fine. Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah… I'm… I think I'm good," she replies, her body still shuddering with aftershocks.
"Fuck… That was good," her partner groans, his voice heavy.
"Do you… Want more?" she proposes as she tries to lift herself up the floor into a more comfortable position.
He crawls towards her, his seemingly tired body ready for yet another round.
"If that's what you want…"
The young lady is already feeling the effects of his relentless assault, her body trembling as she anticipates his cock pounding her once more with reckless abandon. But the pleasure of having her insides ravaged by his girthy shaft is too much for her, and she is helpless to resist his advances.
"Mmmh… Keep going," she urges him on, her voice shaky.
But as they ready themselves to have another go, the buzzer rings, indicating that time is up.
"Huh? Already?" the young man groans.
"Looks like we got carried away," she giggles, her breathing heavy.
"Yeah," he snarls. "I got so lost in all that."
"So… Who won?" she asks, her tone curious.
"Not sure," he shrugs. "You?"
She looks confused.
“Me? I don’t know.”
The screen then showed the result of this rather interesting game:
"RESULTS:
3-2 in favor of Chaeyoung!
CONGRATULATIONS! You succeeded in the challenge!"
"Oh wow," he smiles.
"Really? I did! Yay!" she cheers, clapping her hands in excitement.
"Yeah, you did. Good job, Chaeyoung," her partner congratulates her, clapping his hands as well.
"Thank you!" she replies as she gives him a hug, her face beaming with joy.
"You're a great partner," he praises her. "It was a lot of fun."
"Thank you again," she blushes. She then looks around her.
"So what now?"
"I don't know," he shrugs. "No one told me what to do after the challenge."
The screen then shows a new message for the two of them:
"Congratulations on completing the challenge. The pair should then proceed to the final area after a signal in a few hours. In the meantime, you can do whatever you want together in this area. Have fun!"
"Huh. So we're gonna wait, then," Chaeyoung concludes, reading the message.
"Looks like it," he replies, shrugging.
"What are we supposed to do until then?"
"Who knows," he shrugs, then looks at her with a sly smile.
"We can… Start where we left off, you know?"
"Hmmm…" she smiles, her cheeks slightly turning pink. "We can do that."
"Fuck. Aren't you restless?"
Albeit struggling due to the intense fucking from earlier, Chaeyoung still chose to stand up on her feet, her legs wobbling. Luckily for her, he’s there to give assistance. She then gestures to her partner to stand up, to which he obliges. As soon as they've gathered their footing, she suddenly gives him a rather obvious gaze.
"M-maybe we can do something else first," she suggests, grinning mischievously.
"Uhh... What did you have in mind?" he asks, curious.
She then walks back towards the pool, gently tugging him along.
"I just want to swim around for a bit," she replies, smiling. "Do you mind joining me?"
"Sure," he replies, his eyes fixated on hers. "I suppose a little swim would be nice."
"Great." Chaeyoung beams with joy. 
"Let's go."
As the two dip their bodies into the pool, the camera follows them from above as they enjoy each other's company in the water. They swim around, playing and laughing together. They exchange more playful banters and even more sensual moments with one another. It is clear that the two of them have hit it off quite well, and the sexual tension between them continues to build. Even as the video fades to black, you know Chaeyoung and her partner are just getting started.
Two videos down, and many more to go. Reviewing videos for long periods is tiring, but not in this case. Instead of exhaustion, you are filled with renewed excitement and anticipation. With a quick check of the time, you realize that lunch break is coming up. But your stomach would have to wait.
You close the current window and open the next video file.
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Author’s Notes:
As promised, this is the next chapter of my "Spotlighting" series. It wasn't easy to pick an idea that'll suit Chaeyoung. I originally wanted her to do an "indoor surfing" challenge. But I quickly realize that I'd rather want her to be rag dolled by her partner than by the waves. 😂 And as wimpy as this tall squirrel can be, I don't think she'd back down from a challenge, especially when there's something promising on the line. So I guess playing water polo suits her.
Now that I thought of it... It's find it interesting for the idols to have some sort of "competition" with their partners. It really makes for some really wild ideas where neither of them is backing out, even when doing the deed. 😏
Once again, thank you to the people that helped me make this fic readable. 🤣 @digipigichopshop and @dnd-writes... Thank you so much, you two. 🙇 Be sure to follow them if you haven't already. As well as @braaan for another great poster. You guys are the best. 👍
Again, thank you very much for reading! 🙇
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Bittersweet
Inspired by the song "Too Sweet" by Hozier
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Summary: As the Na-Baron's proposed bride, you were simply too sweet for him and his bitter being. You were too innocent and pure to be tainted by the blood-stained hands of the Harkonnen heir.
Warnings: Sunshine x Grumpy Trope, Mature, 18+, P in V sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex (F receiving), Fingering, Overstimulation, ¿Slight Rejection?, ¿Softer Feyd-Rauth?, Not Proofread
Word Count: 4,607
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They say you were of great beauty and good breading, all things needed in a wife. Feyd-Rautha never sought out a love match; all he needed was a wife whose womb was suitable for taking his seed and producing his heirs. He saw meeting you as a dire chore, having to travel to your planet and seek out and court the girl whose task could be reduced to a simple broodmare. Feyd-Rautha grimaced at the bright sun on your home planet, a planet that resembled ancient Earth before it ultimately met its demise. Your father, the duke, stood with his duchess to greet and welcome him. He turned to your mother, a small fake smile on her lips as she was trying hard not to let her distaste show as she saw the man who they planned to marry her daughter too. Sickly pale and hairless, far from the standard of beauty your planet had. 
“Na-Baron, welcome; we hope your journey was well,” your father greeted. The Na-Baron let him continue on with pleasantries as his eyes searched for you, whom he was tasked to court and marry. He wished to know if you were truly as beautiful as all had praised you. He wanted to deduce if you were somewhat worthy of all of this trouble he must go through. “Come, let us escort you inside, my lord. My daughter waits for you there,” He heard the duke say, and the Na-Baron felt annoyance at your self-importance, not even bothering to greet him as he had landed, having him be the one to come to you. He somewhat made up his mind that you were a spoiled child of one of the great houses. Covered in frills and frivolity. That whatever beauty they talked about and praised you for was just a cover to hide the fact that you were a tempestuous, spoiled brat who would certainly be a difficult wife for any lord. 
Feyd-Rautha hid his confusion and annoyance as he was led to a place surrounded by greenery and colors that stung his eyes foe be was used to the bleakness and darkness of his home. “My sweet,” The Na-Baron heard your father call, and that is when he finally noticed you. Your back was turned from him, hair that he had none cascaded down your back and reached your waist that was cinched inside the bodice of your color-filled gown. Feed clenched his jaw and felt his breathing stutter as you finally turned your direction to him. Turning to the call of your father with your bright eyes searching for his frame and pink lips parted, you had a flower in your hand, your fingers rolling the delicate stem. 
“Na-Baron, may I present you, my daughter,” Your father said and urged you to step closer. You licked your lips and curtsied lowly before the heir of house Harkonnen and your possible husband. “Welcome, Na-Baron,” You said lowly. Feyd was never one to be phased, especially not stunned, but that was the precise state you had placed him in. He thought the praises they gave of your beauty and nature was an exaggeration— they talked about you as if you were a propaganda, a savior, a goddess of beauty. And now, the heir of House Harkonnen understood their words and saw they spoke truth in every syllable uttered. 
You grew more nervous with each moment the Na-Baron did not reply to your greeting. You felt rather unnerved with each passing moment he stared you down with his blue eyes, his plump yet pale lips parted as he assessed your frame. You swallowed thickly and turned to your father for some sort of comfort, but he, too, did not know how to take the Na-Baron’s silence. “My lady,” the Na-Baron finally rasped out, your skin glowing with gooseflesh at how his voice sounded— it was a sound you had not heard before, something different and interesting. All together, the Na-Baron was different and interesting. “I shall leave you two to talk and get to know each other better,” Your father said, and you willed your heart to calm as the intense stare of the Na-Baron was undoing your composure. 
“How… how are your travels, my lord?” You asked after a pause of silence, the Na-Baron wanted to roll his eyes as you had the same trite question as your father. However, he still replied. When there was silence after his answer, he watched you fiddle with your fingers and unconsciously bite your lip as you thought of another topic of conversation. “Would you like a tour of the castle, Na-Baron?” You asked, and though Feyd had little to no interest in architecture and was actually quite tired from his travels, he still felt himself nod and walked beside you as you guided him through your home. 
Feed listened to your sweet voice that sounded of harmonious melodies. Telling him of the history of your house and the decor the castle keeps. Noticing how your voice would grow slightly higher when you spoke of something that was of much interest to you. He also noticed how all who passed the two of you would bow in respect and you would offer them your sweet smile with a wave of your hand or a greeting on your lips. It should annoy him that when stood next to you, his imposing and intimidating demeanor seemed to be outshined by your charming and pleasing self. 
You two paused by a mirror, a painting atop of it, which you explained the meaning of in great detail. Feyd-Rautha caught your reflection, the two of you of stark difference. There was quite literally an aura of lightness exuding from you, the sweetness in your voice, the innocence and naivety in your eyes so entirely different against the darkness he exudes, the black that stained and hardened him. Feyd-Rauth could not take his dark eyes from your lips, the way they moved as you spoke, how you would lick them when you paused from speaking, giving them an irresistible sheen and making them look more pink and evermore kissable. 
The Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha never had the urgent desire to kiss anyone before. Yes, he had his darlings and concubines, but ever since he acquired them, he had never once kissed them first. When they started to grow slightly comfortable around him, they would kiss his lips, eager to make him kiss them back, but he never did. He did not find any sort of pleasure in kissing them. But with you… just by the look of your lips, all he wanted to do was grab your flushed cheeks and feel your mouth against his. “My lord?” You called as you had noticed that the Na-Baron was staring far off into the mirror, unresponsive to your previous calls. “Na-Baron?” You asked and gently took hold of his arm to asses if he was truly well. 
Feud felt his whole body tingle as you placed your touch atop his armor-clad arm, a concerned look on your face that he had never been the receiver of. “Are you well, my lord?” You asked with a concerned tilt of your head. “Y-Yes,” He stuttered, what had you done to him? The ferocious and fearsome fighter that he was now far gone as you blessed him with your gentle touch. “I apologize; I may have droned on for too long… I shall escort you to your chambers so you may find rest,” You said with slight embarrassment. Lowering your gaze to the floor and removing your hand from his arm. Feyd did not know how to perceive you… you were demure yet somehow confident. You were genuine, yet not at all of you could be read and deciphered by him. 
The Na-Baron once again followed you as you led him to the guest wing of the keep. His eyes were steadily at your frame, the way your hair swayed and bounced at every step you took. How you left behind a trail of your scent in the corridors, the Na-Baron greedily inhaled it and felt himself turn warm with a further push to his desires. As you had led him to his chambers to let him rest, you curtsied before him once more, the Na-Baron catching the most tempting view of your bosom. His mind and body were screaming at him to pull you into the chambers and have his way with you. To show you new dimensions of pleasures and ruin that he was certain you had never had before. But the Na-Barom did the genteel thing to do and gave a bow before watching you walk away and finally retire to his own chambers to rest. 
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When the next morning came, the Na-Baron found you in the gardens once more. You kneeling by a structure that houses water with a statue in the middle of it. He curiously leaned forward to inspect what you were doing. He watched as your fingers pushed floating flowers, and a small smile grazed your face. He stepped closer, announcing his presence in the reflection of the water. He expected you to grow startled; he was waiting for the fear to come to your eyes, but he was taken aback as you turned to him with a pretty smile upon your lips. The Na-Baron swallowed thickly as he felt his heart stutter at your smile. He never thought he had one— a heart, that is. But now it announced itself greatly as it throbbed loudly in his chest when you stood and stepped closer to him. 
“I hope you had a good night’s rest, Na-Baron,” you said in your genuine tone. “I—I did,” Feyd clenched his jaw; he was stuttering again. What had you done to him? How could you have dismantled and discombobulated him with just a smile and your honey voice? “Would you care to join us to break our fast?” You asked and glanced toward the direction of the laid-out feast for the morning. The Na-baron gave a curt nod, and you led him towards the table where your parents were approaching. 
Feyd gave them a nod as they greeted him whilst assisting you into your seat. He was truly doing the most here, being obliging to you and your kin just so the courtship would be a success and he’ll finally gain a wife and a womb. Feyd listened in to the chatter between you and your parents; you were truly quite talkative. If it were anyone else, he would have grown annoyed with the incessant blabbing that he would cut off their tongue. But somehow, with you, he did not mind it. He actually found it endearing, and he wouldn’t mind for his future days to be filled with your voice. Feyd watched as you filled his cup with a dark, steaming substance. “Would you like sugar and cream, Na-Baron?” You asked and Feyd eyed curiously the liquid in his cup. He did not even know what it was, and you were offering him other substances to put on it? He declined and raised the cup to his lips. Surprised at how he quickly grew fond of the bitter, dark liquid. He watched as you added three cubes of sugar and a dollop of cream to your own cup, altering the bitterness the Na-Baron relished in. 
When the meal ended, you half expected that the Na-Baron would disappear with your father and discuss business; you were surprised that he was once again by your side. “Shall we continue on with the tour?” He asked, watching as you slightly frown. “Are you certain, my lord? I… I was afraid I had bored you yesterday with me droning on about the histories,” You say and feel your stomach fill with butterflies as the lord offers his arm for you to take. “No, I found it quite… educational,” He said and oddly felt his cold blood run warm at the smile that bloomed on your lips. You were quick to oblige his request, and his ears were filled with the soothing melody that was your voice. 
Though your voice and presence were soothing, there was a pestering feeling inside the Na-Baron. With every moment you kept your arm on him, your smile pointed towards him, and your innocent eyes looking up at him, he felt entirely guilty—guilty and torn. Were you truly the one he was meant to marry? You? So pure and innocent, a pretty little flower that would wilt under the dark, harsh sun of Geidi Prime and its heir. He could not take it upon himself to be the one to ruin you— he could not be the bitterness that seeps into your sweetness. 
As he sat across from you during dinner, a glass of bitter liquor in his hands, he had made up his mind. He could not be so cruel to be with you— you had turned his stony being soft for you and you alone. He wanted you, yes. Greatly so. With every moment spent in your presence, all he wanted to do was to take you and make every single inch of you his, but he placed great restraint upon himself as he could not tarnish your innocence. Perhaps in a few years, when the naivety of youth is gone in your eyes, and the sweetness in you has finally been diluted. Just not now.  
Feyd knew he should keep his distance, but he humored himself and escorted you to your chambers. “Good night, my lord,” You said, peering up at him. As always, he was silent. In others, you would find their silence unsettling and off-putting but with the Na-Baron, you found peace in his silence. Serenity, no matter the warnings your mother repeated at how violent and harsh Harkonnens were. There was something about his difference that attracted you greatly, which horrified your mother when you admitted to her that you developed a liking towards the young lord and how you would not be opposed to that if a match was struck between the two of you. 
You watched as his lips parted, and his dark blue eyes would trail between your orbs and your lips. You were hesitant as to where the scene would lead; you did not know if you should disappear into your chambers or stay rooted in your spot and wait for what would transpire between you and the Na-Baron. A long stretch of silence came, and you finally decided to move, a tad embarrassed as you had hoped that he would lean in closer and possibly kiss you… you have had the thought countless of time today. You let out a breath and turned away but ultimately were pulled toward Feyd-Rautha’s direction and finally felt his plush lips against yours. You tasted the bitterness of the brandy he had during dinner along with the cool taste of him… you feel cold hands cradle your cheek and the back of your head to keep you and your lips steady against his.
Feyd was proven correct at just how sweet you were. You were tooth-achingly sweet, inside and out. He pulled you closer and licked your bottom lip, expecting resistance, that your sensibilities would return pulled away. But you only let out a quiet moan and let him snake his tongue in. Feyd Rautha felt himself strain harder against his trousers, his hand that cupped your cheek trailed lower to your neck then down to your bosom. You gasped and pulled away, surprised by the immediate action. Feyd was dismayed himself as he gambled too much. He should not have dared to be so bold and quick to show all of his desires. “My lord, I…” you say in surprise, lips swollen and cheeks flushed. Eyes were flashing with a warning but deeper desire behind it. You breathed heavily as the Na-Baron backed away and stomped off, retiring to your room confused and filled with need. 
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The following morning came, and Feyd’s mind was made. He could not succumb to his desires and ruin you further. He was selfish, and his mind was muddled with want when he dared to kiss you and feel you against him. He knew if he spent another moment in your presence, his control would falter, and he would finally take what he had desired the moment he saw you in the gardens. “We respect your decision, my lord, however unfortunate it is,” Your father spoke as the Na-Baron stood in his study. The sun had barely risen, and the Na-Baron was quick to speak with his host and bid goodbye. “The treaties shall still take place, but a marriage is no longer required, my lord.” The Na-Baron stated, giving the agreement as a consolation for your planet. He watched as your father nodded his head. “I shall call on my daughter for the two of you to bid good bye,” Feyd wanted to protest, cowardly as he had hoped to leave your planet without another glance at you because it would make everything all the more harder. 
You frowned as your father broke the news to you and your mother. You turned to the woman who birthed you and saw the relief in her eyes, urging you to say your goodbyes so the Harkonnen heir could finally leave. You chewed on your lip as you could conclude by the abrupt departure and change of mind of the Na-Baron. You entered your father’s study, and he quickly left to give the two of you privacy. 
You stood by the wooden door, head hung low, and could not take it upon yourself to look at the man you had hoped to be your husband. “Goodbye, my lord, I… I hope you enjoyed your stay,” you said lowly, and Feyd clenched his jaw as he heard the hint of melancholy in your voice—melancholy that he was the reason for. “I have. Thank you for your hospitality, my lady,” He said and felt his body being pulled closer to you. A pull that he himself could not hinder. He stood before you and took your chin between his rough fingers, urging you to look up at him. 
“Did I do something wrong?” You asked, guessing your startled state the other night is what had led him to the decision. If not that, it was because you were not as chaste as he may have wanted for a wife— that you were ever so enthusiastic to kiss him and let him hold you. Perhaps he thought you untamed or promiscuous which is the reason for his sudden departure. You licked your lips as he made no reply; you shielded your gaze and backed away, his hold on your chin gone. “My lord, if this is about last night, I—“ Feyd clenched his jaw as his mind made him remember the way your lips danced with each other, the way it felt to hold your soft frame against his. “It is not.” He gritted, and you immediately stopped speaking, sensing aggravation in his tone. 
“Then, may I ask what is the reason?” You asked, wanting closure for the disappointment. You listened in to his strained breathing, your eyes catching the way his fists clenched along with his jaw. “I cannot marry you… I cannot be the one to ruin you,” He whispered the last part, his rasping voice struggling to utter the words. You tilted your head in confusion, “What? I do not understand, my lord,” You said and Feyd took in a harsh breath. “You are too pure— too sweet for me. You are not suited to be in the harshness of Geidi Prime let alone be a leader to it.” He said harshly, guilt coming to him as you stared at him with slight fear and offense. “You are too innocent and… and good for someone like me; this is for the best, my lady.” 
You frowned at his words, “You cannot think me to be so delicate,” You defended yourself. The Na-Baron scoffed and shook his head, “You are delicate. You are like those flowers you are greatly fond of— just one wrong thing, and you’ll wilt. You will not wither away in my hands,” He stated, and you felt your lips twitch at how he compared you to flowers. “Is that it? You think I’m weak and too kind?” You asked and observed the way the Na-Baron nodded. “Then I am the perfect match for you, do you not think?” You said, stepping closer. 
Feyd-Rautha was at a loss for words. “If I am weak… I would need someone strong to protect me… someone who is known to be the most skillful warrior in the universe… someone like you,” You whispered and dared to take hold of his cold hand. The Na-Baron felt his heart announce its existence once more, loudly thrashing inside his chest. Your scent invades his senses and makes his knees weak. His gaze turned from looking into your enchanting eyes and then to your luscious lips. “If I am too kind, then I would need someone fearsome so people would not take advantage of me and my good nature… I would need someone ruthless as they say you are,” You whispered, pressing your bodies closer, making him see that you, too, desired him. You feel his length straining against his trousers and perfectly settle upon your stomach, your cheeks going flush at the look of great wanting in the dark eyes of the Na-Baron. 
“If I am too sweet… then I need someone bitter to balance me… I need someone like you, my lord. I want you.” You whispered, slowly going to the tip of your toes to indicate you wished for the kiss. The Na-Baron got the hint and smashed your lips. Your lips reverently danced against each other, the Na-Baron kissing you as if you were the air he needed in his lungs. “You want me?” He breathed as you both parted for air. “I do, Na-Baron.” You said. Truth in your tone. You feel wetness pool between your legs at the growl that left his throat, his lips meeting yours once more. You guided his hand to your cup, your bosom, just as he had wished to do so the night before. You moaned against his lips as he kneaded your chest through the soft bodice of your gown. 
You feel him guide you to your father’s desk. Perching you upon the stable wooden table and placing himself between your parted legs. Your breathing heaved as his lips were placed on your neck, the Na-Baron biting your flesh and soothing it with his tongue. You turned your head to the ceiling as you felt him hike up your gown, his cold hands leaving fiery heat with each touch. “Say it again,” Feyd demanded as his hands squeezed the plump flesh of your thighs, the heat from your core radiating and calling for him. “I want you, Feyd… I need you, please,” You pleaded and placed your lips to kiss his neck, soft lips kissing his pale flesh, teasing the ball on his throat. 
Your eyes widened as the Na-Baron pulled away, watching in shock as he went to his knees and placed his strong hold on both of your thighs, urging them to part further so his lips could be met with your cunt. You gasped as you felt him push aside your small clothes and lick your slit with his talented tongue. “So fucking sweet,” he groaned and buried his head in your needing cunt. You bit down hard at your lip as the moans you wanted to spew would surely be heard by those who stood and passed outside. “My lord,” You cried as you felt him sucking upon your pearl and his cold finger teasing your entrance. “Feyd… please!” You pleaded as you wanted to feel more. The Na-Baron hummed and obliged your request, placing a finger in your tight cunt. You hear him spew out fouled words and praises, amazed as he watches your wet cunt squeeze tightly around his fingers. “You take my fingers so well, my sweet… now let us see how you’ll manage when it is my cock.” You whimpered as he abruptly stole his pleasuring fingers away as you were on the verge of climax.  
Your eyes were hooded with lust as you watched the Na-Baron greedily suck your essence from his fingers. You felt the urge to close your parted legs to seek out friction at the way he undid his trousers and set his manhood free. Your lips parted as you saw the whole of him, throbbing and pink… the head of his length releasing sheer grayish beads that indicated how much he wanted you. Feyd growled at how shamelessly you looked upon his length, want, and lust, the only thing evident in your eyes. He smashed your lips once more and positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock gliding between your glistening folds. He pushed his way in, and he heard your sharp intake of breath, and whimpers of pain quickly followed. “This what you wanted…” Feyd gritted. A thin sheen of sweat all over his body at how you clenched tightly around him. “Yes, this is what I want.” You said, trying to prove to him that you were not as delicate as he had made you out to be. 
It took a moment before he was fully sheathed inside you. Both of you already panting. When Feyd slowly moved, he watched as your face contorted in pain, kissing away the tears that fell from your eyes as he took away your innocence. Feyd hissed as you clenched around him, finally feeling pleasure, your mouth spewing out sweet moans and calls of his name. “Look at you… my sweet, little wife, so pleasured by my cock,” The tears of pain turned to pleasure as you feel your peak quickly building up again. Feyd claimed your lips and bit down harshly to draw blood, curious to see if even your blood was as sweet as your being; it was. You moaned against his lips as your peak found you, your wetness doubling along with your sensitivity, but that didn't phase the Na-Baron.  He only continued to pound at you at a pace that would surely leave you unable to walk and sore for days to come. 
“Feyd, please…” You pleaded for something you did not know. All you knew was you were about to come once more, ready to cry out the name of the man who provided you with such blinding pleasure. The Na-Baron could usually last for hours, but with the way you clenched around him and how you sweetly moaned and called for his name, it was a miracle that Feyd had not spilled his seed the moment he pushed the head of his cock inside you. “Will you come again, my sweet? Will you come around my cock again?” Feyd hummed as his thumb circled the pearl in your cunt, making your eyes roll back in pleasure. 
“Yes…yes— oh yes!” You cried as you came, clamping around the Na-Baron’s length so tightly that he, too, joined you in your climax. His dark seed filling you and taking root. You two breathed heavily, Feyd hunching over you, who was perched upon your father’s desk. “Still too sweet and pure for you?” You asked in between breaths, watching as Feyd-Rautha wickedly smirked as his bitterness seeped into you and how his hands had tainted you. Perhaps he did need sweetness in his bitter life.
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Can I req something for the milestone event with lee know using this prompt „time passes slower without you.”? ✨
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patience is a virtue, everybody knows that.
you know it too. the only issue? patience is a virtue that you don't have.
you're an impatient person by nature, born with an inherent restlessness within your bones that keys you up more often than you'd like to admit. in school, you were always thinking about your next degree. with work, you're always thinking about the next big thing, the future position you'll hopefully land once you gain enough experience. you're always waiting for something else, constantly looking forward to the days ahead instead of living in the now. it's a personal flaw, you're well aware of this.
it happens when it comes to even the most mundane things. what cafe should you try next weekend, even if you're not even half done with the caramel macchiato you're holding in your hands? what movie should you watch next, even if the one playing on your tv screen hasn't gone into its second act yet?
your impatience already flares up on a daily basis, but it's even more amplified and unbearable whenever minho is away. it doesn't help that he's often gone for weeks, if not months on end. you're always counting down the days until he's back before he's even out the door.
"just one more week, yeah?"
his words hang heavy in the silence of your bedroom. your phone is on speaker, set against the pillow next to yours so you could pretend like he's here with you when you close your eyes. you try to facetime every day even if it's only for fifteen, twenty minutes. just to catch up on each other's day and at least see each other for a while before you go to sleep. it's bittersweet, being able to look at him and hear him talk but only from the digital void of your phone.
even though you tend to hide from him how you really feel, how much you actually miss him and wish for him to be back by your side, you think it must still bleed through from time to time. be it the subtle way your voice drops during conversation or how your eyes glaze over with sadness just a little bit when you stare at his handsome face for too long on video call.
you know minho is trying to comfort you. he wouldn't be a very good partner if he can't tell that his own girlfriend is having a hard time without him, would he? and it's not like you bitch and moan any chance you get. no, you always try to hide it from him because it's not his fault that he has to be away sometimes, not like he's choosing to leave you just for the fun of it.
you know his gentle reminder is meant to mitigate your ache, but it only makes you be more aware of how time doesn't seem to pass when he's not here. the clock stops ticking the second he's gone, and you feel like you have to drag yourself through every minute of every hour and repeat the process for days and weeks and months.
"one week is too long," you say quietly. "time passes slower without you."
seven days. one hundred and sixty eight hours. ten thousand and eighty minutes. it's practically nothing compared to the time that has already passed, but that doesn't mean that you get to miss him any less even though it's only a two-hour flight away.
minho doesn't really reply directly to what you said. instead, he tries to distract you with anecdotes of his day - like a funny looking pigeon he saw on the street earlier or a cute photo of soonie that his mom sent him. it works a little. he considers it a success when you crack a smile and giggle at his theatrics.
he keeps the conversation light until you're biting back a yawn and he knows it's time to let you get some rest. even when you're saying your goodnights, neither of you mention what day it'll be tomorrow. you're sure that in the morning you'll wake up to messages from him - not entirely poetic because it's not his specialty, but they'll still be infinitely and wonderfully sincere. you don't bring it up in case he feels guilty, and you think he doesn't bring it up because the reminder that he won't be here might make you sleep restlessly tonight.
you fall asleep with a little bit of a heavy heart, and wake up when the sound of your doorbell ringing fills your apartment at precisely 7:06am. the other side of the bed still cold and devoid of your minho, but it's not the first thing that you notice like you do every morning.
no, the first thing that you register today is the vivid discomfort of having your peace disturbed so early on when it should be a day that you get to spend feeling nothing but comfort and contentment. or at least, as content as you can get without minho here. you carry that irritation with you all the way to the front door, wild bedhead and all.
the door swings open.
you're a deer in the headlights and suddenly your displeasure is vanished, gone in a second like it was never there to begin with.
"surpriseee!"
a sheepish greeting.
you rub your eyes, then pinch yourself on the arm.
you're not really sure what happens next. it's all just a blur of tears and ugly sobbing as you launch yourself into his arms, almost making him knock into the suitcase that's still perched right beside him. the bouquet of peonies in his hand becomes an unfortunate victim as it falls to the floor after the impact, but minho leaves it be, in favor of holding you as tightly as you're holding onto him.
his fingers tangled in your hair, your arms wound around his neck securely like you're afraid you're still dreaming and he'll disappear if you let go. you don't question why he's here; you just accept that he is.
minho peppers warm kisses to your cheeks, your jawline, your forehead and your lips. it's graceless and it's damp from your tears but neither of you could bring yourself to care. he murmurs with an upward quirk of his mouth where he's pressing his smile to your lips, all affection, all love. "happy birthday, baby."
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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Sixty Five
Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.
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Hi besties <3
As always, the love for this version of them means the entire world. Look, you're going to yell at me a little for this chapter and I deserve it...so please let me know what you think!
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Emily sighs as she rolls onto her back, her hand resting over her eyes as she tries to will herself to fall asleep. She turns her head and looks at the baby monitor and she reaches out to activate the video, smiling sadly when she sees Lily fast asleep. She strokes her finger over the slightly grainy image, no small amount of guilt simmering in her gut as she idly wishes Lily would wake up so she could go and get her from the nursery and snuggle with her. The room had never felt so empty now Lily was sleeping in her room and Aaron was thousands of miles away, the air painfully quiet without her husband’s breathing and the surprisingly loud way a baby slept. 
She felt lonely, something she hadn’t felt since her first kiss with Aaron, his love a constant companion of hers even in the moments they were apart, a warm blanket resting over her shoulders at all times. It feels distant now, as if he’d taken it with him to the other side of the world, packed it up alongside the linen clothes she’d bought him and half her heart, an ache in her chest that seemed ever-present since she’d last seen him over three weeks ago. 
They’d spoken on the phone once in that time, the satellite phone he had both unreliable and crude. They’d exchanged a few emails and she’s sure if the circumstances were different she’d find it romantic, as if they were lovers from another time, kept apart by circumstance but held together by the written word. It doesn’t stop the loneliness that would set in at night. She was used to sleeping without him sometimes because of the nature of his job, but this was different. The further away she got from having seen him the worse she was sleeping. The sheets didn’t smell like him anymore, they just smelt like her.
It makes her feel awful because she isn’t alone. Lily is with her every second she’s not at work, and Jack is with them for half a week at a time, but it’s not the same. She loves her children with every part of her, but she misses the company of her husband, his reassuring smile when Lily didn’t sleep through the night, or how he’d effortlessly make them all breakfast in the morning, the constant lingering scent of burnt toast in the kitchen now she was in charge nowhere to be found.  She misses him, her partner in everything. The way he would know something was wrong just by looking at her, the barriers she’d put in place as a kid non-existent to him, or how a hug from him seemed to fix whatever was wrong, his embrace the safest place she’d ever known. 
She’s about to turn over, to wrap her arms around his pillow and hope that somehow it’s enough to get her to sleep, and then the door is pushed open, Jack’s small frame peeking around it, his hair visibly a mess from the small amount of light filtering in from the hallway. 
“Emily?”
Her heart cracks at the shake in his voice, the obvious tears that she can hear, and she sits up, switching on the light on the nightstand as she does so. She sighs sadly when she sees him, sticky tear tracks painted down his face, his pjyamas rumbled from where he’d been sleeping. 
“Oh, sweet boy,” she says, “What’s wrong?” 
He sniffs and wipes his face, still standing in the doorway, “Bad dream.” 
“Want to tell me what happened?” She asks and he shakes his head fiercely, she smiles sympathetically and pulls the covers back, patting the mattress on Aaron’s side of the bed to encourage him over, “Want to come sit with me for a little while?” 
His response is to jump onto the bed, moving at a speed she’s sure should be impossible for someone of his size, and he’s by her side in seconds, curled up against her with his head on her chest, his hand tangled in the neckline of her t-shirt, “Did you have a bad dream too?”
She runs her hand up and down his back, shifting them so they are laying back down, under no allusion that the little boy was going back to his own bed that night, “No, sweetie, I didn’t.” 
He frowns as he tilts his head to look up at her, “Then why are you awake?” 
She pushes his hair from his forehead and the concerned look on his face, his eyebrows pinched together just like Aaron’s, makes her ache. Aaron always said that Jack looked like Haley, and whilst Emily saw that too all she could see lately was him in the little boy. His facial expressions. His unwavering kindness. His smile. It was almost as if she was seeking out little bits of her husband where she could, keeping them nearby so she could relish in them, both Jack and Lily looking more like him every day.
“I just couldn’t sleep,” she says, kissing his forehead, “But that’s okay.” 
He hums, “You were awake to give me a magic hug.”
She smiles and nods, resting her cheek on the top of his head, “I’ll always be here to do that Jack,” she says, smiling softly as he idly plays with her necklace, his tiny fingers tracing the pendant, a small disk with a lily engraved on it that Aaron had bought her. She thinks he’s fallen asleep, the room quiet again apart from his breathing, until he says her name.
“Emmy?” 
Her smile gets slightly wider at the use of the nickname, something he uses less and less these days, his voice already thick with sleep, “Yes Jack?”
“I miss Daddy.” 
She feels herself get tense, her eyes drifting closed as she blows out a breath, holding him impossibly closer, his small body getting heavier as he falls asleep. 
“Me too, baby,” she says, kissing the top of his head again, “Me too.” 
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She curses herself for not putting her phone on silent as soon as it starts to ring. She winces to herself and quickly closes the nursery door, not wanting to undo any of the hard work she’d done trying to get her daughter to sleep. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and walks down the stairs as she answers, smiling softly to herself as she sees Penelope’s name on the screen. 
“Pen, hey is everything okay?” 
“I know what you need.” 
She has to stop herself from saying ‘my husband back’ out loud, well aware it would ruin her friend's good mood and she chuckles dryly as she walks towards the living room, “What do I need?” 
“A night out.” 
She chuckles again as she sits down on the couch, shaking her head even though her friend can’t see her, “You’d better not mean tonight.” 
Penelope sighs and Emily can almost picture the look on her face, “JJ and I got talking about it as we were leaving the office, and it’s been a long time-”
“Look, Pen I appreciate the offer,” she says, cutting her friend off before she can carry on, irritation she knows Penelope doesn’t entirely deserve sparking in her gut, “But I have Lily. Remember her? The tiny version of me? You’ve bought her enough tutus I think I could open a ballet school.” 
Emily is sure she can hear JJ in the background. She was always the sensible one, the person who sat between Penelope’s exuberance and Emily’s occasional resistance to it, the middle ground that made their friendship work. She’d rejoined the team when Aaron went to Pakistan, Derek’s temporary promotion to Unit Chief leaving a gap in the team, and despite everything Emily was pleased that she was around more often again. There’s a muffled conversation she doesn’t hear, and she finds herself staring at her wedding picture, the photo Haley had taken for them that day almost a year ago, and she sighs, closing her eyes as her gaze drops to her lap. 
“Can’t someone watch her for a few hours?” 
She scoffs and shakes her head, the spark of irritation catching fire, her friend's well-intentioned meddling the gasoline she’d barely needed.
“Who, Pen? My husband, who is on the other side of the world? My father I don’t talk to? My mother who…” she drifts off and shakes her head, her lips pressed together as she just catches herself before she reveals more than she means to, her mother’s alcoholism something she’d never shared with anyone other than Aaron, “Just…you two have fun, okay? Maybe next time.” 
She hangs up before Penelope can say anything else, or before she herself could say something that would upset her friend. She groans and places her phone down on the couch, her hands over her eyes as she blows out a shaky breath. 
“Damn it,” she grumbles to herself, reaching for the remote to turn on the tv, the silence in the house almost suffocating, and eventually settling on a reality tv show she’d fallen in love with when she was nursing Lily. She walks around the house, doing small chores she’d put off for days, packing away Jack and Lily’s toys as she goes. 
She isn’t sure how much time has passed when she hears a gentle knock on the front door. She walks towards it, very much not in the mood for whoever is there, but grateful that they hadn’t rung the bell and risked waking up Lily. She blows out a steady breath when she looks through the peephole to find Penelope and JJ on her porch. She stands there for a moment, her head resting against the wood as she debates not answering the door at all. 
“We come in peace,” Penelope says, and Emily can’t help but laugh. She shakes her head and opens the door, her eyebrow raised as she looks at her friends. JJ is holding a take-out bag from their favourite Mexican restaurant, and Penelope has three plastic cups full of a frozen drink in a carrier in her hands, her smile mischievous as she lifts them slightly, “Did you know you can get margaritas to go if you hassle the wait staff enough?” 
She sighs and stands back a little, still not moving enough to let them in, “Pen-”
“Look, I realise I went about this the wrong way,” she says, “I thought about it and-” she's cut off JJ clears her throat, her eyebrows raised as she throws Penelope an amused smile when they both look at her. Penelope rolls her eyes and looks back at Emily, “Fine, JJ told me off for getting too excited and not thinking everything through - and we brought girl's night to you.” 
She presses her lips together and swallows thicky, uncertainty still swirling through her. She twists her wedding rings around her finger and she shrugs half-heartedly, “I don’t know if I’m that much fun to be around at the moment.” 
Penelope frowns like that’s the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard, “Peaches, you’re our friend. We want to be around you all the time.” 
“And,” JJ says from behind Penelope, winking at Emily, “We brought churros.” 
She can’t help but smile and she shakes her head, sighing playfully as she steps back, finally giving them enough room to let them past her, “Fine,” she says, smiling wryly, “But next time lead with the churros.” 
They set up in the dining room, eating their dinner from the containers so she wouldn’t have to worry about dishes afterwards, and for a moment it feels normal. Emily can ignore that she hasn’t seen her husband in weeks, that she feels his absence like a physical ache. Instead, she laughs with her friends, all of her focus on the stories about the team that they fill her in on, both JJ and Penelope always happy to act as if nothing has changed. As if it was two years ago and they were asking her all sorts of questions about her relationship with Aaron that she refused to answer until she was several tequilas deep. 
She’s grateful for them, for the family she’d found in the most unlikely of places. The family she’d found right when she needed them the most. 
She’s about to suggest that they move to the living room when she hears Lily cry from upstairs and she smiles apologetically at them, “I’m going to go check on her,” she says, standing up, “I’ll meet you guys in the living room?” 
They both nod in response and she heads upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. When she makes it into Lily’s nursery the 10-month-old is standing up in her crib, supporting herself with her hands on the bars, and she’s crying loudly, her face bright red with it.
“Oh sweetheart,” Emily says, reaching into the crib and lifting her up, pressing a kiss to her dark hair as she settles her on her hip, “What’s wrong huh? I know you’re not hungry,” she says, pacing back and forth a little, sniffing the air slightly as well as patting the baby’s bottom to check it was dry, “And you don’t need a diaper change,” she tilts her head to look at her, smiling when Lily almost chases her embrace, her face pressed into her mother’s neck as she grips onto her tightly, “Oh, I see. You just wanted Mommy?” She kisses her cheek and smiles, her heart warming when Lily starts to calm down, her smile already breaking past her sadness now she has Emily’s attention, “Mommy’s friends are here, shall we go say hi?” 
She talks quietly to Lily as she heads back downstairs, humming along to the babbling that her little girl does almost all the time now, so close to actually speaking that Emily simply did her best to encourage it. She both wanted to hear her daughter’s voice and for Lily to wait until Aaron came home, the thought of him missing out on it almost too much for Emily to bear. She smiles as she joins her friends in the living room, bouncing Lily on her hip as she tries to get her to smile.
“We have another one for girl's night,” she says, her smile getting wider as her friends both gush over the baby, always acting like it had been forever since they’d seen her, like Emily didn’t almost constantly share photos of her with the team. 
“Hi Lily,” Penelope says, reaching out for her hand, smiling when Lily grabs two of her fingers, her grip tight, “You’re the youngest member of our little gang,” she says, raising her eyebrow at her friends as she sits back, taking a sip of her drink, “For now.”
Emily rolls her eyes and sits down, making sure Lily is secure on her lap, well aware that she’d likely fall asleep again soon, “My husband is currently on another continent, Pen,” she says, sounding more playful than she feels, “You’ll have to at least wait until he gets back before you start planning for me to have baby Hotchner number 3.” 
Undeterred, Penelope’s smile only gets wider, “But you are planning on having more?” She asks, her excitement clear, “Because JJ never gives me a straight answer on if she and Will are having another one and I need another BAU baby to spoil.” 
Emily catches JJ’s eye briefly, and she sees a flash of something. It’s a moment that passes by quickly and she decided to file it away for later, a conversation she wasn’t sure how to start right now. 
“Definitely,” she says, running her fingers through Lily’s hair, smiling when her little girl looks up at her, “Have you seen how cute she is? It would be a waste if we didn’t,” she smiles at Lily, “Would you like that, baby? If Mommy and Daddy made you a big sister one day?” She tickles the baby, drawing her sweet laugh out of her, ignoring how she can feel Penelope and JJ staring at her, fascinated by this side of her that they rarely got to see, “I know Dada would.” 
“Dada!” 
They all fall silent, and Emily briefly thinks she’s imagined it. Her smile slips off her face and she looks up at her friends, and thats all it takes for her to know they’ve heard it too. “Did she…” 
JJ moves closer, one of her hands on Emily’s shoulder, squeezing comfortingly as she leans over her and picks up the wedding picture from the side table. She puts it in Lily’s line of sight as she removes her hand from Emily’s shoulder to point at Aaron in the picture. 
“Who’s that Lily?” JJ asks, her voice soft and encouraging, “Is that Dada?”
“Dada!” Lily says again, grasping at the picture before JJ can move it out of reach, not wanting Lily to accidentally drop it and then hurt herself. 
“Good job, Lil’ Peaches!” Penelope says, her enthusiasm clear, her tone matching JJ’s.
Emily barely reacts, her eyes fixed on her daughter as the baby smiles widely at the encouragement, clapping her hands together as she mirrors JJ. She feels like she’s underwater, her eyes watering as she tries to live in the moment, to enjoy one of her daughter’s firsts, but it’s muted. The colour of it dulled by Aaron’s absence, and she takes a moment to grieve the way she’d imagined this. Both of them huddled together with their little girl, one full of glee that she’d said their name first and the other pretending they were upset when they were nothing less than proud of their baby girl.
She blows out a shaky breath and smiles, pulling herself out of it, forcing herself back into the present as she lifts Lily from her lap, peppering her face with kisses before she hugs her close, breathing in the scent of her. 
“Good job, baby,” she says, clearing her throat to ignore the shake to her voice, smiling gratefully at JJ when she places her hand on her knee without saying anything, the slight squeeze she gives to the joint saying everything it needed to, “Mommy is so proud of you,” she kisses the side of Lily’s head again, “Daddy is too.” 
She wondered how she’d tell him this, how she’d break the news that he’d missed something he’d so desperately wanted, and not for the first time since he’d left she regrets ever encouraging him to go. 
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Your One True Nemesis
Chapter 38: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 1k they're awkward and i am indulging in my love of miscommunication 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: lil bit of angst
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Eddie could strop. It was one of his skills. The ability to maintain a cold, uncomfortable atmosphere in favour of feeling like he was punishing someone for a real or imagined sleight came naturally to him. You would almost classify it as one of his hobbies. But usually, at least by now, he would have come out of the strange mood and conceded, with a non-apology, in an effort just to get close to you once more. It hadn’t happened yet though. An entire week since your ‘date’ at the orphanage had gone by and Eddie still seemed to be avoiding you, or at least avoiding any long conversations with you. 
Was he afraid that you were going to ask him again? Question him about the future? You imagined he was rife with commitment issues, but it wasn’t as though you were asking him for anything concrete or serious right then. Just a little hint that your future wasn’t going to be empty and void of him once he decided you were worn out and beneath him. 
Perhaps you’d scared him off for real this time, or maybe, this was it. Hewas bored of you already. Complacency, the routine. The comfort and stability of a relationship was definitely out of his realm of comfort or experience. And, you could admit in private, that potentially you weren’t intellectually stimulating enough for him. Or submissive enough. Or doing your job well enough now that things were more personal between you both. 
There wasn’t any point in worrying about it needlessly, however. Not when you’d come this far in your relationship with him, to get to a point where you could converse openly, or at least somewhat openly. So you lifted yourself up from your bed and headed down the corridor towards the work room.
You had no idea what you were going to say, or how you intended to confront him. Gently, was the obvious answer. But that felt like maybe you’d give him enough room to wriggle out of giving you a concrete answer. However, a more forceful approach might only make things worse. And as stubborn as you had felt yourself become, Edward’s natural talents in that department somehow rubbing off on you, you were ready to admit that you everything in you wanted to cling to his filthy shirt and tell him you loved him and never wanted to leave him, even if it meant tossing yourself into a pit of submissive, vulnerable embarrassment in the process. 
It was brave, you thought, to feel this confident as you stomped down the hallway to speak to what you could only call your boyfriend. But as silly as you thought the bravery might be, you wished it had stayed around longer, because the moment you could make out Eddie’s slumped over posture sitting at his workbench, you lost all cognitive ability, and instead shuffled up behind him and stood awkwardly in silence. Rocking back and forth on your heels, you finally managed to say something, and immediately cursed yourself.
“Whatcha doin’?”
Eddie looked to you with the same confusion and concern that you were questioning yourself with, only shooting a quick sideways glance towards the robot shell he had in front of him, not even bothering to answer your question as he had dubbed it, rightfully, beneath him to offer you that kind of easy answer. 
“Robot. Obviously. Duh!”
He looked to you again, raising an eyebrow. You were being weird, and he recognised it, but he hadn’t quite been able to place the reason for this until you spoke again.
“About the other day, Eddie… at the orphanage.”
His pupils widened, but he flicked his gaze back towards the workbench, avoiding eye contact with you as he uttered one single word.
“Oh.”
The silence was uncomfortable, offering you little space to ease into the conversation naturally. But you had to commit, you’d already come this far. 
“It’s just that you’ve seemed very distant since then. As though maybe something made you uncomfortable. So I wanted to apologise, first of all, for springing anything on you that you weren’t expecting. We’re not really a… traditional couple, I suppose. So traditional questions and traditional steps don’t really follow in line with the rest of our-”
“Do you trust me?”
Looking to him from the floor where your gaze had settled out of fear and embarrassment, you could see an intensity in his eyes that was a little rarer these days, now that he had softened up to you.
“Of course I do.”
“Well then, I need you to keep trusting me. I can’t offer you more than that, not now. But if you can place your trust in me regardless, then the reward will outweigh whatever imagined risk there is.”
It wasn’t at all that you didn’t trust him. It was more that you were blind to what exactly you were placing your trust in. But there was a shift in his mood, a change in how he spoke to you when he said those words, that made you comfortable with taking yet another risk in order to preserve your relationship with Edward Nigma. 
“Ok. Ok Eddie, I trust you.”
There were no further words spoken. He only leaned in to hold your arms tight as he pressed a kiss, strong and deep, against your lips. The kind of kiss that lovers in movies give when they’re about to board a train to a destination far away. A goodbye kiss. And without further clarifying, he dismissed you with a quick wave of his hand, turning your body around manually and then returning his focus to his work.
You knew better than to argue. It was familiar, reminiscent of your time in the sewers all those months back, when you had barely known him save for the scraps of information you got from articles and front page news reports. Like you were going back in time. Like nothing much had changed, or worse, that it had, but it was slowly changing back.
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mewtwo24 · 2 months
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I just watched s2 episode 10 in the english dub and I have to say. Nothing could have prepared me for Howard's delivery of that final scene where Xie Lian gets worked up about the truth coming out.
The just...sincerely agonized delivery of "That my words were the empty ramblings of a sad child!!" shook me to the core. The absolute self-loathing in that line, the raw emotion. The way concealing the truth was done to spare Lang Qianqiu but also at its heart was about Xie Lian's unresolved feelings of humiliation and shame, the way [redacted] did everything in his power to make Xie Lian lose faith in himself and the possibility of good prevailing in the world.
The way TGCF keeps me up at night, man...
#tgcf#xie lian#lang qianqiu#the runner-up line that devastated me too was: 'it's the least of what I DESERVE!!!'#i dont think there are words to describe how that made hua cheng feel knowing all that he does (from his time as wu ming)#legitimately its on the spectrum of mantis shrimp im guessing bc i can't fathom trying to put it into words either#the way xie lian won't stop punishing himself for wishing for better--for wishing for peace and collaboration--even 800 years later#the way he continues to take responsibility for all the wrongs others commit--the way he deems himself a failure ->#for things he simply could not change or did not purposefully incite. the way he won't stop punishing himself when things go wrong#i honestly cant get over how acutely xl feels like the result of gifted child syndrome#having all of these grandiose expectations placed on him and doing his utmost to uphold them at any cost#doing everything he can to the point of self-destruction to do the right thing#only to end up hated in the end when he proved to have limits--even as a god#and discarded despite his efforts; ultimately deemed worthless for not measuring up to what were impossible/rigged standards from the get g#and like . the way up to this point they made the creative decision to make xie lian's emotional range fairly static#not that he's unfeeling but that he doesn't tend to raise his voice or express anything extreme (for good reason)#until this precise moment where it all comes flying apart with so many old scars torn open#absolutely fantastic im on the ground#honestly i feel like i forget how difficult a decision this had to be for hua cheng#i mean naturally he chose this because he wanted xie lian absolved#and ultimately xie lian really does need to stop the self-flagellation--he takes it too far#but watching him tremble with fear haunted by the echoes of what he almost became#fucking cHRIST
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briarhips · 8 months
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Having a silent meltdown bc I rlly want to sleep but I don’t want to have to smother my curls in water and product before during and after my obligatory morning shower just to help them heal from the abuse of being laid upon for the length of (1) uneasy night’s rest and to look decent for the public so I’ll be treated normal and feel good abt myself. I have actual things I need to do before I go out most days and between insomnia and hair “care” I genuinely have no time for anything anymore and it’s killing me sm
#like legit I want to kms I hate how no product I find that works works unless I use it every single day so I need to buy it 70 times a year#like the buildup only has negative effects not positive ones#and like. curly hair gets ‘bored’ of miracle products and stops allowing them to work or some demented shit idk#I just want to look decent as easily as others do plz omfg#I can put my hair in a tight braid on a shitty hair day but it still looks fucking horrific and I hate having it tied in any way for more#than a few hours. I sleep uncomfortably just to accommodate the uncomfortable braids and buns I sleep in bc sleeping w hair like this undone#is a death sentence. I don’t get it what am I doing wrong that requires me to keep over washing#I don’t have days I can just stay home and let it look bad and breathe from constant washing. dry products are jokes. decent products#require moisture. research on hair bands and pillowcases for my specific kind of hair (whatever is even is… I can’t tell bc it’s such a#fucking mess all the time) is fruitless and I don’t feel like gambling my money away on multiple solutions I already do so w product#every other curly person I know is doing fine but mine r so weird and I had such a golden few last years and they just completely stopped#cooperating and all my childhood frustration and self hate from my hair is resurfacing I’m so so upset this is more than a full time job#cant even cut it bc it puffs out hideously. do I need to serially straighten it. semi permanently maybe.#at a stage rn where I’m so tired of my thankless fidelity to modesty and natural hair. cant find decent clothes can’t find ways to look#decent w the hair god gave me. when smth simple as an appearance causes this much grief. I want to give up so bad. I wish I could 😭#mine#I’ve been scouring the Internet I don’t know what to do :(#I ask fellow curly ppl for advice but they’re so useless? like they just. don’t even respond.#but lately it feels like nobody hears the perfectly clear words that come out of my fucking mouth no matter if it’s damn I’m tired of having#to short term fix my hair w a shower to the point of harm every morning to I will be absent x y z days to my dad fucking died give me space
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bo0zey · 2 years
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yeah bpd’s all fun n games until u end up ruining every single one of your closest most treasured friendships because no matter how much u think u love them and want to be their friend forever u still somehow find a way to fuck it all up and såbøtàgè everything for everyone and u did it to urself u hurt them and u pushed them all away and there’s no one else here now there’s a common denominator to it all the only one left to carry all the blame and it’s you because it’s you you you who’s to blame for the pain u spread and the relationships u lost because you pushed away every single person you wished would never let u go
#i never wanted anyone to miss me when i died i never wanted them to care and now i made sure no one ever will#because i’ve shown everyone i’ve ever loved that i’m not worth loving back. i’m worth leaving bc i’m toxic and evil and possessive and loud#i feel so purposeless. like it’s really all hopeless now i’ll never get better. i’m graduating college soon and i have 1 friend#1 friend who has so many others 1 friend who i hurt just like all the others 1 friend who will become 1 less very soon#i lose everyone i’ve ever loved because the closer they get to me the more they realize i’m not someone to get close to#i’m not a good person. i don’t have anything to offer anyone. i only hurt people in the end.#the journey isn’t worth it if the destination is always hell and tsunamis and hurricanes and earthquakes#i’m a walking natural disaster you never know when everything will suddenly turn to shit with me.#u cant appreciate the setting sun when ur buried 6 feet under the dirt. u can’t remember the warmth i gave when i left you with that cold#i’m the worst i’m the worst i can’t believe it’s all my fault i lost so many and they never want to be my friend again#my future is so bleak i’m going to work and die alone at age 27 by the latest and#i’m already thinking abt how no one is invited to my funeral i want to be burned and become a tree i don’t want to be mourned#don’t mourn the loss of someone that needed to be lost. don’t come to my funeral if ones even there#i’ll die alone and i’ll be incinerated alone in death just as i’d done to myself in life only this time no one will be near enough#near enough to get scorched by the flames with me#i want to write letters to the one i hurt the most and tell her how good she is and how i wish i could take back every cruel word i said#u never did anything mean or cruel to me i remember sitting in your freshman year dorm bed with you across from me#when you told me a secret you never told anyone else before . and i remember looking at you and feeling that surge of double sided heat#the heat of hatred for the ones that hurt you and the heat of passion and promise in my body to make sure to always protect you#i will never hurt you i will always make sure you can feel safe with me i’ll be here always when you need me i’ll protect you#i’ll never hurt you . because you’ve been hurt enough. you trusted me enough to tell me abt the thing that haunted u most#and the heat of hatred i felt for the one that hurt you suddenly came hurling back into my face and i#i despise myself even more for forgetting my promise to you that quiet day with the sun setting and your soft blankets & sweet scented room#you said i was your first friend at school and we were already months into the semester#i was scared of you at first but when we got close i wanted so badly for you to consider me as best of a friend as i considered you#i loved you and i hurt you and you told me it didn’t matter but it matters to me you don’t know the promises i made to you#you don’t know which promise i broke. that broken promise haunted me ever since i found out what had happened that night .#i felt guilty for being near you i didn’t understand why you’d sit next to me in my bed so close and watch that show with me i couldn’t#i hated myself for hurting u. i couldn’t be around u without choking on guilt. so i pushed u away to keep u safe. but that only hurt u more.#ramblings
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silverior968 · 9 months
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Just speedran an entire chapter for a fic in like 3 hours I feel invincible!!
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gideonisms · 2 years
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here is the thing I do not care about figuring out exactly what is up in my brain but I wish I had known as a kid that I didn't need to try so hard to change the way I felt. Like I wasn't going to magically start feeling comfortable all the time no matter how much exposure to other people I put myself through. It sounds like a small thing but if I had known that a lot of socializing was just going to continue to feel performative and unnatural and that noises/bright lights/cold rooms were adding to my distress, I think I would have treated myself more kindly. If you are 16 and everything is uncomfortable all of the time I hope that you stop to wonder why instead of just assuming everyone is having the same experience and you're handling it worse
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I started to read "Those..." and I don't really have that much faith in myself to say I will ever finish it because 750k words is well beyond me but I must say I adore this writing style
#it both casual and precise#chatty but hitting you straight where it hurts the most#fuck i wish i could write like this#but sadly i always end somewhere at the end of both extremes on the spectrum either sounding too formal and stiff#or too chaotic and illegible#of course it has lots to do with the fact that english isn't my first language and i don't know how people outside the media and#Internet talk like. and both are very closely curated forms of expression#what can i say. last time when i tried to make BB sound like southerner i panicked i made him speak with blaccen#and im not saying this as some. white fragility thing hssdh. i just deleted the file and started over#i wasn't “crucified by woke crowd” or anything#but sometimes you absorb some phrases subconciously and differing what is appropriative or not doesn't come naturally#but you should try to educate yourself. which i hopefully do#and to be clear im not saying this as some sort of “i didn't know” excuse or to play victim#but there's also pointless to pretend im more socially concious than i really am#putting appropriation aside. sometimes it's just hard to tell how do you across when you're not a native speaker#i know what words i use MEAN but i can tell the neuance and do i sound chatty or trashy#polite or stiff and overly formal#my plan for the future is to read Lolita in original to see how other author born to slav forced to murican had deal with this issue#and im not saying im nabokov level guyewhefui. just that i relate to a lot of things he said about writing in english
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implalazz · 2 months
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I’m so incredibly pissed of right now. I don’t think anyone who’s in my circle & is gonna see this needs to know any of it because they already know. This is more of an anger vent than anything that someone should read like gospel. I fucking hate people like me. I hate that everything we have is taken for granted because we’re used to it. It makes me feel sick to my stomach. I hate men, I hate white people, I hate people who have the ability to go to sleep safely, I hate able bodied people I hate everyone like me. But my feelings don’t matter in this situation. They should only fuel me to do better. All of those things interact with each other CONSTANTLY. No matter what thing you have that makes you a little different you will always have power over someone else. It doesn’t make you evil, but the way you interact with it & use it & think about it does. I want to squash it like a bug underneath my boot but you absolutely cannot until everyone is equal. And honestly I can’t see that, in this lifetime anyways. You have to use your privilege to help & love & share. Imagining having to talk to someone about some prejudice they have against me & to explain why they shouldn’t seems like a nightmare. But it’s always the people who have it hardest’s job. Because you & me get to ignore it & bask in the sun like the earth was only made for us. You need to take action & bear the weight of a burden that could crush someone who has it worse than you. You can’t let yourself stagnate, if you believe in love & kindness & justice for those who have been wronged you need to stay active. It’s the very least you could do. It must be known to you like the back of your hand like a muscle that involuntarily moves. If you preach you need to practice. I need to improve I need to be better. The anger in me must be used for good, otherwise what the fuck am I doing here. There’s no reason for you to be ashamed if you were born with privilege or just haven’t spoken up when you should have. I don’t know, this is a mess. You can always do better. It’s easier than you think. Never give up, never.
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cryptotheism · 2 months
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I hope this doesn't come off as disrespectful, because I'm genuinely curious, but like...is alchemy "real"? Because the way you speak about it is how I wish I could, myself, appreciate it and you're the closest I've ever found to a real world wizard which excites me a great deal. I totally respect if for you it's actually just an interesting academic study without intention, I'm just curious for how you view it in that lens.
No that's a good question!
Short answer: Yes, as in alchemists were real people who could actually do cool shit sometimes, but they weren't actually transmuting lead into gold, you need a particle accelerator for that.
In the 4th century, you weren't a scientist, that word hadn't been invented yet. You were a Natural Philosopher. You studied everything from the stars, to mathematics, to medicine, to the nature of herbs and stones.
In the medieval era, you weren't an astronomer, you were an astrologer. Telling people's horoscopes involved a lot of astronomical math. There wasn't really a difference between astronomy and astrology.
In the renaissance era, you weren't a chemist. The term chemist didn't exist yet. You were an alchemist. You tried to make gold sometimes, but you also manufactured dyes, glass vessels, cosmetics, paints, and medicines. You were kind of a whitesmith, and a glass-blower, and a doctor, and sometimes just a con-man.
Alchemy and chemistry have a relationship similar to Astrology and Astronomy. But, don't think of alchemy as just "Chemistry with magic." Alchemy is the father of modern chemistry. It is the cocoon that chemistry sprouted out of.
The thing is, alchemy is more "real" than astrology is. You know what a common use of astrology was in the medieval era? Diagnosing diseases. You'd check someone's horoscope to determine what medicine to give them. This didn't work. A medieval astrology textbook isn't going to be useful for diagnosing why your stomach hurts.
But!
Medieval alchemy texts are actually useful sometimes. If you want to dye some copper so it looked more like gold, there are alchemy texts that can tell you how to do that. If you want to distill the mercury out of some cinnabar, alchemists could do that. They didn't really know how or why that worked, but they could do it! If you want a potion that could make you immortal, the alchemists could make a philter of mercury and lead that would definitely 100% kill you and it would hurt the whole time you were dying. You can't win em all.
Im writing about the history of alchemy on my patreon if you wanna support me!
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seventh-district · 11 months
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my sincerest apologies to anyone who’s messages, comments, etc. that i haven’t replied to yet. i’m just so terribly stressed and busy irl that i’ve barely even been online at all for the past week and at this point i can’t make any promises about when i can update things or reply to things but just. know that i’m trying my absolute best and lowkey running myself into the ground over here and i know it’s probably not obvious and it sounds like an excuse cause i don’t seem like a busy person but there’s a lot of things that happen in my life that i can’t/don’t/shouldn’t/won’t talk about and i really am just. so overwhelmed from it all that i can’t have the consistent online presence i’d like to have. i’m sorry.
i will get back to any comments or messages on all my various platforms as soon as i can. i promise. i just don’t know when “soon” is at this point.
#Seven.txt#cw vent post#this little announcement also applies to more than the last week. it’s really for anyone i’ve ever left without a response anywhere#at any time. and also for any time it happens again in the future because this is an ongoing problem of mine.#so yeah. i know there are some people that hate me and think i’m a bad person because i oftentimes don’t have the energy/spoons to stay#consistent when it comes to like. literally anything. wether it be writing projects or conversations or any kind of commitment and. yeah.#that probably does make me a bad person. i’ve accepted that i’m not a good person a long time ago at this point. not because i enjoy it but#because i can’t outrun my nature and i guess that’s just the way i am. constantly overwhelmed and unable to maintain consistency#and that’s. bad. when you’re trying to be a good person and be there for people consistently. i just. guess that i’m not one of those people#that can do that. but i’m trying to be. believe it or not i really am trying to be a good person and a good friend. and it’s way harder than#it should be. not because of other people but just because of the way i am. i wish i were different and i’m really sorry that i’m not#okay. anyways. enough rambling. i can barely think straight today but i made myself sit down and focus long enough to write this#because the guilt is eating me alive ahaha#so to anyone that’s been waiting on a response from me for literally anything for however long it’s been. i’m sorry.#you don’t have to believe me because i know words mean nothing when your actions don’t back it up. but i really do plan on responding to#every single one of you eventually. no matter how long it’s been. i just. haven’t been able to yet.#anyways this is lowkey pointless cause hardly anyone follows or checks my personal tumblr but i don’t have it in me to post this elsewhere#so hopefully the people that need to see this will see it. now or sometime in the future.#okay. i feel very nauseous rn so i’m gonna go try to calm down from the terrible morning i’ve had and maybe eat something to settle my tummy#hopefully tomorrow will be easier cause i could use a fucking break lmao#sighs. i am just. not cut out for caregiving. i can hardly even take care of myself! like. how the fuck am i supposed to be a caregiver for#other people when i literally need one myself??? i am not cut out for this responsibility!!! but there’s no one left but me!!!#so i shall continue to suck it up and do it until things get easier or i simply collapse from the weight of too much responsibility#also my stress is making my OCD even harder to handle so that’s just great. that’s exactly what i need is for every single aspect of my life#to be made ridiculously harder by constant irresistible compulsions!#okay i am shutting up now. this wasn’t supposed to be a vent post but i always gotta make everything about me i guess#today’s weather report is uhhhh… Routine Maintenance by Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties#i had no clue when i first heard that song however many years ago that one day it’d describe my life but. here we are
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cordeliawhohung · 2 months
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consider this short drabble a thank you gift for 1.5k followers!
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mafia!Simon x shy!fem!Reader: smut, oral (m receiving), brief p in v
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"Can I suck your dick?"
Simon had just lined himself up at your entrance when those words left your mouth and he became as still as a statue when they registered in his mind. Positioned underneath him on the bed, you looked up at him with slightly wide eyes as if your request shocked even yourself. It was something you had thought about for quite some time; how Simon always seemed to give and yet rarely ask for anything in return, and you wanted to change that.
You just didn't think you'd blurt your thoughts out so suddenly like that.
Surprised, Simon leaned back to look at you while his hand still gripped his hardened cock. Shifting under his gaze, you propped yourself up on your elbows as you waited for his answer. You wished you hadn't said it so suddenly like you did, but the thought most likely would have never passed your lips if you had attempted to do it any other way.
"That what you want?" he asked.
Though he questioned you to ensure that was something you wanted of your own accord, you could see the dark glint of want in his eyes. Saw the way his tongue lightly wet his lips and how his hand squeezed the tip of his cock like he already imagined your mouth around him. Eagerly, you nodded as you pushed yourself up into a sitting position, mind already racing about how you were supposed to do it properly.
"Yes... please."
After placing a short and heavy kiss on your lips, Simon slipped to the side, reversing your positions. He propped himself up on the plush pillows near the headboard while you sat between his legs where his thick and powerful thighs kept your corralled like an animal. With one hand still holding himself, Simon reached for your face with the other as he caressed your cheek with his thumb.
"Take your time, yeah?" he prompted. His dark eyes looked at you adoringly while his hips impatiently bucked under his own stimulation. "You can stop whenever you want."
Once again you nodded as you breathed out a simple confirmation before your hand replaced his. While you settled between his legs, you slowly stroked at him as you thumbed over the smooth jewelry of his piercings. Eventually your lips brushed against the warm tip of his cock, wetting your mouth with his precum.
As your mouth gently dropped open, you tried not to think too hard about everything. Simon always told you that type of stuff was supposed to come easy and natural, to not force it and just let your desires take control. So you did just that as you slowly lowered yourself onto him, mouth opening impossibly wide in order to accommodate the sheer girth of him.
He tasted salty, almost refreshingly so, and you couldn't help but swirl your tongue around his glands in an attempt to soak up more of that flavor. Simon's thighs tensed on either side of you, and his breathy sigh didn't go unnoticed by you. You wanted more, to draw out more of those pitchy moans, to make him feel just as good as he always made you, so you pressed forward to take more of him into your mouth. He brushed against your soft palate similar to how he always pressed against your cervix, and the unfamiliar feeling made you gag.
"Easy sweetheart," he warned as he gently pushed you back. "Go slower... yes, fuck just like that..."
Eventually you found your rhythm. Whatever you couldn't take in your mouth you used your hands to make up for as you bobbed your head along his length. Simon's breathing became strained like he had to hold himself back from fucking up into your mouth like a madman, but you noticed that every time your swirled your tongue around the piercings on his glands, it forced his hips to buck ever so slightly.
A tingling sensation settled over your lips the longer you worked at him and your jaw began to ache from the awkward position but you pushed forward. You felt his hand rest gently on the back of your head, carefully guiding you along him as he aided you in setting a pace that felt good but wasn't too much for you. His quieted moans eventually transformed into unrestrained grunts as you brought him closer to the edge. The warmth of your mouth and soft lips around him was enough to drive him to insanity, and just as his stomach tensed, just as he was about to spill into your mouth, he gently pulled you off of him.
Panting, you sat back on your haunches as you gave Simon a glazed yet confused look. A long stream of spit dribbled down your chin and you quickly wiped it away on the back of your hand as you tried to catch your breath in order to ask him what was wrong. His cock glistened with your saliva and it seemed to twitch in frustration at the sudden absence of pleasure.
"C'mere," he said, his voice dark and husky. His hands were already on your waist where he excitedly pulled you closer to him, forcing you to straddle his hips.
"But I wasn't done," you attempted to retort.
Simon chuckled at you as he once more lined his cock up against your heat, drawing a sharp gasp out of you. In an attempt to keep yourself steady, your hands came up to rest on his shoulders as he ever so slowly lowered you onto him, sliding into you with ease due to how well you slicked him up.
"You can suck me off properly another time, sweetheart," he said with a tight jaw. He hissed as your cunt began to swallow him, tight muscles pulling him into you like he never belonged anywhere else. "Did you really think you could make me feel that good and get nothin' in return?"
Your head fell forward and into his shoulder with a soft gasp as he bottomed out, filling you with ease and to the brim. As he began to gently move you up and down, his hips bucked up to meet you halfway where he kissed your cervix with each thrust.
"Fuck... no, no. I reward my girl for bein' good, yeah?"
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waitimcomingtoo · 3 months
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A Film By Peter Parker
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Synopsis: Peter gets back into making little videos once the two of you start hanging out
warning: extreme 2017 homecoming era nostalgia
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Of course he went for Liz.
Liz was the ingénue. She was perfect in every possible way. Perfect grades, perfect face, and the perfect boy pining after her. You’d been crushing on Peter since the third grade but with Liz around, he never noticed you.
But Liz was gone now. She had moved to Oregon following her dad’s arrest and taken Peter’s feelings for her with her. Now that she was gone, you decided it was time to stop pining after Peter from afar and start pining from up close. And so, when you walked into the cafeteria that day, you didn’t sit at the end of the table like you usually did.
“Oh, hey.” Peter smiled in surprise when you sat down next to him. Smiling was good. Smiling meant he wasn’t creeped out by you sitting so close. You gulped before giving him best smile back.
“Hi.”
“What are you doing here?” Ned asked, making Peter give him a look. You immediately regretted your decision and wished you’d just stayed in your usual spot.
“What do you mean? She always sits with us.” Peter pointed out.
“No, she always sits down there. She’s never actually sat with us before.” Ned replied and gestured to the end of the lunch table.
“Yes, but I’m sitting here today because I needed Peters help with the chemistry homework.” You said and put your chemistry notebook on the table. You knew you couldn’t just randomly sit with them without a reason, so you came prepared.
“Oh, for Mr. Eddie’s class? It’s easy. I’ll show you my notes.” Peter’s offered with a smile. You returned the smile as he pulled out his own notebook. It was a win/win for you since you actually needed help with the homework and it would start a conversation with Peter. While he was explaining the problem to you, you never once looked down at the notebook. You were too focused on the curve of Peter’s suspiciously long eyelashes, the longest you’d ever seen on a boy. Ned noticed the way you were staring his his best friend and frowned a little.
“Does that make sense?” Peter’s asked when he was done explaining.
“Yeah, it does. Wow, thanks Peter. It sounds so easy the way you explain it. I wish this stuff came as naturally to me as it does for you. You’re so smart.” You said as if you had listened to a single word he had said.
“That’s nice of you to say but I’m really not that smart. I just like chemistry.” He replied as he blushed from the compliment.
“Oh, come on. You’re the smartest guy I know. You’re the only one that answers questions in that class. And you always get them right. When Mr. Eddie asks if anyone has any questions, I don’t raise my hand because I don’t even know what I’m confused about yet.”
“That’s I feel in English. I can barely make it through the first line in a poem and you’re already going back and forth with Ms. Teague about Pindaric odes or whatever they’re called.”
“You listen to when I talk in English?” You asked with a soft smile.
“Of course I do.” Peter shrugged. “I always find the reading boring until you raise your hand and talk about how you interpreted it. You make it interesting.”
“I liked that book we read when the kids ate the other kids.” Ned said and interrupted the moment. Your smile dropped as you and Peter looked at him with disgust.
“The one with the flies-“
“We know.” Peter cut him off.
“Anyways, thank you for helping me with the homework. I’ve been stuck on it all week.” You said to Peter.
“Ugh. That’s been me with my paper for Mrs. Teagues class. And it’s due tomorrow.” Peter groaned.
“Oh, the analysis essay? I could help you with that.” You offered.
“Really? You’d help me?” Peter smiled in surprise.
“Yeah. I already wrote mine. It would be no problem.”
Ned was watching this back and forth conversation for a while until it clicked it in head. He gasped and slapped the table, making you and Peter look at him.
“Oh my God.” Ned said. “That’s why you’re sitting here. You have a-“
“Can I talk to you for a second, Ned?” You quickly cut him off when you realized where that sentence was going. Before Ned could even answer, you grabbed his arm and pulled him outside the cafeteria to talk in private.
“You like Peter!” Ned whispered harshly. You clamped your hand over his mouth and pushed him up against the wall.
“You need to keep your mouth shut.” You hissed. “Yes, I like Peter, okay? I’ve had a crush on Peter since middle school. He never noticed me when Liz was around but now that she’s in Oregon, I might finally have my chance. I don’t want to scare him off so just keep your mouth shut and let me handle this.”
You took your hand off Ned’s mouth and he started to gasp for air.
“Oh, please. Your nose wasn’t covered. You could breathe just fine.” You said with a roll of your eyes. Ned stopped pretended and straightened up.
“So you actually like Peter? For his personality?”
“Yes. Is that so hard to believe?”
“Kinda, yeah.” Ned admitted.
“I like everything about him. And I’m gonna tell him that. Just please, don’t say anything before I do. I’ll tell him when I’m ready.”
“Are you going to cast a love spell on him using a lock of his hair?” Ned whispered to you.
“What? No. Why would you even ask me that?”
“Because you’re a witch.” Ned said like it was obvious.
“I’m not a witch.” You groaned. “I just accidentally cackled that one time but it was only because I had phlegm in my throat.”
“Then about that time on the bus?”
“We’ve been over this. It was just a coincidence that that biker fell off his bike after I gestured with my hand. I didn’t move him with my mind.”
“And that one time in physics?” Ned narrowed his eyes.
“I still don’t know how that guys shirt caught on fire.” You shrugged. “It’s a mystery to me.”
“It caught on fire after he made fun of you for being a witch.” Ned pointed out.
“Maybe he was just standing too close to the flame.” You shrugged.
“He was standing in the doorway. There was no flame.” Ned reminded you.
“The magic of science.” You shrugged again.
“But what about that time-“
“Don’t bring up the nosebleed.” You whined.
“I am gonna bring up the nosebleed.” Ned hissed. “In sixth grade, our Spanish teacher got a nosebleed right after he told you to stop staring out the window and made everyone laugh at you. How do you explain that?”
“You’ve made your point, okay? Now are you gonna tell Peter or not?”
“Look, I’m not gonna expose your gross secret feelings, as gross and secret as they may be.” Ned sighed. “But Peter is still my best friend so I have to look out for him. I don’t want any spells cast on him.”
“That’s fine. There will not be any spells.” You held your your hands in defense. Just then, Flash walked by and laughed when he saw the two of you talking.
“Woah. What is this, the friendless loser convention?” Flash snorted.
“Shut up.” You snapped. Flash immediately tripped over his feet and fell to the ground, making Ned look at you with wide eyes.
“Witch!” He whispered harshly as he pointed a finger at you.
“Shut up. Let’s go back inside.” You rolled your eyes and pulled Ned back into the cafeteria.
Later that day, you met up with Peter in the library to go over your assignments. You started with his English essay and finished that within an hour before moving on to your chemistry homework.
“You can plug the numbers into your formula now using the method I taught you. And then you just solve for x.” Peter explained as you worked out a problem together.
“Hm. You make it sound so simple.” You sighed and leaned on your hand. Peter saw the way you were staring at him in his peripheral vision and felt his face heat up.
“It’s, uh, it’s pretty easy once you get the hang of it. I never liked the way Mr. Eddie taught it. I figured this out myself and it’s worked much better for me.”
“Thanks for helping me. You’re a good teacher.” You said and put your hand on his arm. Peter laughed shyly at the contact and cleared his throat.
“Thanks. And so are you. That was the best essay I’ve ever produced. I honestly worry she won’t believe I wrote it.”
“Well if she says anything, I can vouch for you. You put in good work on this essay. You deserve the credit.” You assured him, making Peter blush all over again. It occurred to Peter that he never realized how pretty you were. You’d been classmates since 3rd grade so he always looked at you as just another girl in his class. Now that you had his full attention, he didn’t feel like looking away.
“Thanks. I appreciate you helping me write it. I know it can be frustrating to work with me because of my dyslexia.”
“It’s no problem. And it wasn’t frustrating at all.” You shrugged. Peter smiled at felt better about how long it took him to write the essay.
“Thanks.” He said. You had successfully gotten him to spend time with you one on one but now you needed to commence the next phase in your plan which was to hang out in a non school related setting.
“Would you ever want to hang out socially?” You blurted.
“Like, and not do homework?” He asked. You nodded your head and he smiled before nodding as well.
“Yeah. Sure. I’d love to.”
“Cool. Me too.” You smiled. You hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that but it worked nonetheless.
“Does this weekend work?” He asked you.
“Yeah. What do you want to do?”
Hard cut to that weekend. You were on the subway with Peter and he had his phone out to record himself.
“Firts social hang out with a girl. A film by Peter Parker.” He said in a low voice before flipping the camera to face you.
“Staring me.” You smiled and waved to the camera.
“Are you sure you’re cool with me filming this?” Peter asked as he flipped the camera back to himself.
“Yeah, of course. The other ones you showed me were so cute. But why did it seem like there were so many missing parts? You were always talking about something cool that I didn’t get to see.”
“Uhhh, no reason.” Peter said and looked to the side. He had skillfully edited out any incriminating superhero activity that you were not ready to see yet.
“Well I like it. I feel like I’m on Modern Family.” You said and posed for the camera.
“Which family member would you be?” Peter laughed and zoomed in on you. With his phone blocking his face, he could shamelessly admire your face on his screen.
“Duh. Lily.”
“I can so see that.” He chuckled. The subway lurched suddenly and you both grabbed onto the pole, coincidentally putting your hands in top of each others.
“Oh, sorry. Our hands touched.” You laughed shyly.
“Oh my God. So romantic.” Peter joked, making you blush and look into his camera.
“Stop it.” You laughed and covered his phone with your hand. He laughed as well and put his phone away.
After learn you had never been, Peter decided to the Lego Store. He’d been hyping it up to you all week over text and now that it was finally happening, he hoped it impressed you. You walked in together and Peter heard you gasp.
“Big Lego Aladdin.” You gasped and ran to stand under the giant magic carpet and Aladdin made of Legos.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard that string of words come out of someone’s mouth.” Peter laughed and went to stand under it with you. You looked over at him and were surprised to see he was already looking at you.
“This is even better than you described it. You need to show me everything.” You said and excitedly shook his arm.
“I can do that.” He blushed and nodded his head towards some of the sets.
Peter took out his phone to film you as you looked at everything in the store. The way you were looking around like a little kid brought a smile to Peter’s face. He zoomed in on you and caught himself staring at you fondly through the camera.
“Come on. I haven’t even showed you the coolest part yet.” Peter said and brought you over to the build your figure own station. He laughed when you gasped again and started to excitedly rummage through all the pieces. Peter didn’t bring his phone out again until you had built each other.
“Show me what you made.” He laughed from the other side of the phone.
“Looks! It’s a little Peter. He has a backpack and a beaker.” You said as you proudly showed the camera the little Peter figure you had made.
“This is Y/n. I can’t believe I found the shoes you always wear.” He said as he filmed the figure he had made of you.
“You notice my shoes?” You asked with a smile. Peter didn’t catch it because he was too busy fitting the hands of your Lego figures together.
“Look. They’re holding hands.” Peter gasped.
“Aw.” You laughed. “Us on the subway.”
“We should give them some privacy. They might not want us to hard launch their relationship.” Peter said and put his phone away.
“You’re so cute.” You laughed without thinking about it. Peter looked up at you with rosy cheeks and you gulped when you realized what you said.
“I mean-“
“Come on. I wanna take you somewhere else.” He cut you off before you could explain. He brought you to Delmar’s and ordered his usual for you to split. You sat together inside and you tried your best to remain calm. You always wondered what Peter got up to when he wasn’t at school and now you were in one of his favorite places and eating with him.
“Okay, this is Y/n’s first time eating at Delmars since he reopened. Let’s get her reaction.” Peter said as he filmed you unwrapping the sandwich.
“Wait, why is it so flat?” You laughed and held the sandwich up.
“Oh, sorry.” He chuckled. “I forgot to warn you that he always squishes it for me. But you’ll like it. Trust me. It’s much better when it’s squished down real flat.”
“Well I’m glad I now know you like your sandwiches to be squished. I would not have expected that about you.” You said and took a bite of your half before giving him a thumbs up.
“Yeah? You like it?” He asked hopefully.
“I do. Your squishy sandwich was surprisingly good.” You admitted.
“Well, I’m very pleased to hear that.” Peter smiled and phone away. “So to make it even, you have to show me one of your favorite places next time we hang out.”
“Oh.” You smiled coyly. “I didn’t realize there would be a next time.”
“There better be. I had a lot of fun with you today. How come we’ve never hung out before?”
“I don’t know. I always wanted to but you were busy running around with Ned or staring at…” You trailed off and chose not to mention Liz in case he was still hung up on her.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad we’re friends now.” You said instead.
“Me too. I’ve never had a girl friend.”
“What was that?” You said and started choking on your saliva.
“All my friends in my life were guys. It’ll be nice to have a female influence in my life.”
“Oh. Girl friend.” You smiled tightly.
You hung out another hour before taking the subway back to your respective apartments. Peter walked to you the front doors of you building and you had an awkward moment where you didn’t know if you should hug or not.
“We uh, we should probably get an ending for your film.” You said with a timid smile.
“Oh, right. Thats a great idea.” Peter smiled and pulled out his phone. He pressed record and you waved to the camera with both hands.
“So, can you give our first time hanging out a rating?” He asked you.
“9/10.” You grinned and held up two thumbs.
“What? Why’d I only get a 9?” Peter scoffed and pretended to be offended.
“I had a 10/10 time but I have to deduct a point because we saw that guy cutting his hair on the subway and I was scared he was gonna throw the scissors at us.”
“Well I would’ve just protected you with my lightning fast reflexes.” Peter said simply. You smiled at him through the phone and he smiled back. He put the camera down and looked at you with a content smile on his face.
“Seriously, though. When’s the next time we’re hanging out?”
It ended up being just a few days later. And then again a few days after that.
“Peter’s first time!” You cheered as you filmed him during one of your hang outs.
“Trying boba.” He clarified. “I don’t understand this drink. Do I eat the balls?”
“Yes. Sip it slowly so they don’t all go down your throat.” You instructed. Peter took a big sip and immediately started choking.
“Peter! I said slowly!” You said as you slapped his back until he stopped choking. You quickly put the camera down to help him recover.
Your hangouts started getting more and more frequent and Peter soon considered you a best friend. Your weekends became each others and school days were often spent together in the library or at one of your apartments. You were quickly moving up the ranks in Peter’s life, just as you hoped. And the closer you got, the more Peter could not believe he had never noticed you before.
Little did you know, Peter often found himself watching the footage he had taken of you during your hang outs with a big smile on his face. He’d rewatch the videos he had taken and realize that they were slowly becoming less of a documentary and more of a highlight reel for you. He never imagined a girl as cool as you would for him so when he realized he was starting to fall for you, he quickly repressed his feelings. Little did he know, the feelings were mutual.
“Did you always make these little videos?” You asked Peter one day as he filmed you trying to balance on the curb of the sidewalk.
“I used too make them all the time but I hadn’t for awhile. I only started them again when we started hanging out.”
“Really? Why?” You wondered and stumbled off the curb.
“I don’t know. You remind me of the time before my life got crazy. It made me want to do these again.” He shrugged. You couldn’t help but smile at that information and turned around to look at him.
“So I could be the star?” You asked and posed for the camera.
“Exactly. You’re my muse.” He played along, making you laughed shyly. When he watched the video back later that night, he knew he had meant every word of that.
Peter sat in his bedroom one day and filmed himself wearing your glasses while you did homework at his desk. He looked over you every now and then just to admire the back of your head.
“Don’t break those.” You called without looking up. All you needed to hear was the sound of your glasses case opening to know what he was doing.
“I’m not even wearing your glasses.” He lied and admired himself in the camera.
“Yes you are.”
“No I’m not. But yes, I am.”
“Knew it.” You snorted.
“Hey, how come girls always smell so good?” Peter wondered. “Your hair hit me in the face when you turned too fast before it smelled like a baby in a damn meadow.”
“It’s just my womanly essence. Now can you stop looking at yourself long enough to help me with my chemistry homework?”
“It’ll be hard but I can try.” Peter dramatically sighed and set his phone down. You got yo from the desk and went over to the bed with a cheeky smile on your face.
“Incoming.” You announced and patted your elbow twice like a wrestler.
“No, don’t.” He pleaded. You ignored his pleas and jumped on top of him. He groaned and pushed you off, leaving you laying in the bed beside him.
“Ow. My ribs.”
“You’ll heal.” You rolled your eyes. “Now can you help me with number 7?”
“Oh, yeah. No problem. Can you check this email before I send it?” He asked and handed over his laptop. You handed him your worksheet before reading over his email draft.
“Oh, honey.” You grimaced just a few words into the email.
“Is it bad?”
“Good evening, Mrs. Howard. I hope this email finds you well. I’m so sorry for bothering you. I was just wondering if I could possibly have an extension on my midterm paper? No worries at all if an extension is not possible. I apologize for any inconvenience this email may have caused. Thank you for reading, Peter Parker.” You read out loud.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“After your name, you included the name of the class, the time you have it, and a description of yourself. She knows who you are!” You laughed and turned the laptop around to show him his mistakes.
“She may have forgotten.” He pointed out. “I can’t take any chances.”
“Peter, this email is way too submissive. You sound like such a bottom.”
“Well excuse me, genius.” He said sarcastically. “How would you write it?”
“Here.” You said and handed the laptop back after retyping his email.
“Oh, wow. That’s actually really good.” He said once he read your updated version.
“This is why we are such good friends. You have all the math and science knowledge in this little, beautiful head of yours-“
“Little?” He interrupted.
“You’re right. Sorry, I was just being nice. What I meant to say is that your head is huge.” You corrected. “Anyways, you have the math brain and I have the literary brain. It’s like you’re Einstein and I’m Victor Hugo.”
“Who the hell is that?” He laughed as he peaked at your mirror to see if his head was actually huge.
“The guy who wrote Les Mis.” You said like it was obvious.
“Never heard of it.”
“What? You’ve never seen Les Misérables?” You asked in a thick French accent.
“Huh?”
“We have to watch it. It’s so good.” You said and snatched his laptop back. You pulled up the movie and handed it back to him.
“Oh my God. It’s two hours and 38 minutes long? And a musical? Hell no.” Peter shook his head and pushed the laptop away.
“But it’s so good.” You urged. “We can just leave it on in the background while we work. It’s super light and easy to watch.”
“Really? What’s it about?”
“Oh, you know. Just war torn France.” You mumbled.
“No. Absolutely not.”
“But you’ll like it! There’s prostitution and con men and um…oh! And orphans! You can watch it and feel represented.” You said and shook his arm.
“I hate you.” He laughed but nearly gave in to your request just to see you happy.
“Fine.” You huffed. “I finished editing your midterm paper, by the way. You don’t actually have to send that email.”
“And here is your completed chemistry homework.” Peter smiled and handed your worksheet back.
“Aw.” You gushed. “Look at us. I love cheating with you.”
“So do I. We make a great pairing.” He chuckled as he looked over at you. You looked back at him and gulped. You hadn’t realized how close you were with your arms and legs pressed against each other as you sat together in your bed. Peter knew his sheets would smell like your perfume that night and smiled at the thought.
“Now that we’re all done with our work, you know what we should do?” He asked as he moved in closer.
“W-what should we do?” You stuttered now that he was right there.
“You know what I’ve been dying to do with you for a long, long time?” He asked.
“No. I mean, I don’t know. What?” You laughed nervously. Peter moved in even closer and right when you thought he was gonna kiss you, he reached over and grabbed his laptop back.
“I wanted to show you a real musical. Not this French miserable bull crap. Have you ever seen a little movie called Hair-“
“No. I’m not watching Hairspray with you again. You scream-sang every lyric last time and I couldn’t even hear it.” You cut him off and reached over home to take the laptop back. He pulled it away at the last second and you ended up on top of him. You looked into each others eyes and both froze in the positions you were in. Your faces were almost touching but neither of you tried to pull away. Your eyes were going back and forth between his lips and eyes and he was doing the same. Like magnets, you two started to lean towards each other but before your lips could connect, May opened the door.
“What did you guys want- oh! Sorry! I didn’t realize I would be interrupting something. My bad.” May smiled sheepishly and pretended to cover her eyes. Peter burned bright red as you quickly climbed off of him.
“May.” He said warningly.
“Sorry. But maybe lock the door next time. And use protection.”She whispered the last part before shutting the door.
“May!” He groaned and threw a pillow at the door. There was a long, awkward silence before you were even able to look at each other. When you finally did, you smiled awkwardly and kept your distance.
“That was so weird. What did she think we were doing?” You laughed nervously to break the silence.
“Psh. I know.” Peter scoffed. “She said she was interrupting but we weren’t even doing anything.”
“Yeah. What did she think? That we were gonna kiss or something?” You asked and laughed like it was the most ridiculous thing you could ever suggest.
“Us? Kissing? How silly. Imagine that.” Peter forced a laugh as well and looked to the side. The awkward silence returned and you struggled to look at each other.
“Do you think she made dinner?” Peter asked after a beat of silence.
“Let’s check.” You said and quickly got off the bed.
You didn’t discuss the almost kiss and went home shortly after. You couldn’t sleep that night because you couldn’t stop replaying the moment in your mind. No matter how much you wanted him to like you back, if Peter reciprocated your feelings, he would have kissed you.
Your pity party didn’t last long because on the subway the next day, you felt Peter put his earbud in your ear. You heard the Les Mis soundtrack playing in your ear and looked up in surprise. Peter was already filming you with a huge smile on his face.
“This guy 24601 should stop stealing bread and stick to singing. He has serious pipes.” Peter said.
“You listened to it?” You melted into a smile and held your hand over your heart.
“Yep. I stayed up all night watching lyric videos because I couldn’t understand what they were saying with their accents. It’s actually really good. I love Eponine. I just wish Marious wasn’t such an idiot. How does he not see that his best friend is clearly in love with him?” Peter asked with exasperation. You looked directly at the camera and hoped it picked up the irony before looking at Peter again.
“He’s not an idiot. He’s a romantic.” You sighed. “He doesn’t notice Eponine because he’s in love with Cosette. And course he is. She’s prettier and richer and has perfect hair. He doesn’t even see Eponine.”
“Good hair isn’t everything. Eponine is way better than Cosette.” Peter scoffed. “I’m team Eponine all the way.”
“Are you really?” You asked hopefully.
“Oh, for sure. I see why you like this stuff. These songs are awesome.” Peter said and put the other earbud in his ear. He then flipped the camera around to film the two of you sharing earbuds. As Heart Full Of Love played in your ears, you couldn’t help but longingly staring at Peter. The fact that he had stayed up late just to listen to something you suggested made you overcome with fondness for him. If he had done something like that, maybe he actually did feel the same.
“I forgot how good this album is. I haven’t listened in a while. I used to listen to it all the time back when you…” You stopped short when you realized you were about to say too much.
“When I what?” Peter wondered. You looked him in the eyes and decided that it was time to be honest. The song ended and a new, much louder one began to play in your ears.
“Back when you liked Liz. She was Cosette. I was Eponine. I was the one pining after a guy who never noticed me because he was in love with another girl. You were never mine to lose.” You admitted. Peter stared at you for a minute before pulling his earbud out.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear a word you just said. Master of the House is such a banger. What did you say?” He asked you.
“Never mind.” You smiled. “It wasn’t important.”
He smiled back before getting a text on his phone. You looked at his phone when you heard it buzz and realized he was still recording. In other words, he had just recorded you saying you liked him. Your eyes went wide but you only had a second to panic when you read the text he had gotten.
“Did Liz just text you?” You asked in a quiet voice. You felt like you were about to throw up. Years of crushing on a boy who liked another girl turned into months of pinning for your best friend and now turned into a rock in your stomach. Peter stopped recording the two of you to answer her text, which felt a little like a slap in the face.
“Oh, yeah. We’ve been talking lately.” He absentmindedly replied to you as he laughed at whatever she had written.
“You have?” You asked with a dry mouth.
“Yeah. She says Oregon is pretty cool. But she wants to come back and visit this summer to see everyone.” He told you.
“And see you?” You asked with a sad smile.
“I guess so.” He shrugged. “It would be nice to see her.”
“Yeah. Totally.” You said weakly. “So how long have you guys been talking?”
“I don’t know. A few weeks? She texted me a little while ago and we’ve been catching up.”
“That’s awesome.” You lied.
“I know. I didn’t think I’d ever hear from her again after she moved.”
“Neither did I.” You said through a forced smile. You needed to get off the subway and away from Peter before you started crying. So as soon as the subway doors opened, you bolted out.
“I gotta go. See you later.” You called to him before running through the subway station. You wiped tears as you went up the stairs and didn’t stop moving until you were in a bathroom stall at school. You gave yourself five minutes to be upset before drying your face and leaving the bathroom. It sucked, but it could have been worse. Now, Peter never had to know how you felt about it.
Peter was beyond confused by your exit on the subway but he wasn’t about to get any answers from you. You dodged his texts throughout the day and didn’t dare go into the lunchroom where you knew he and Ned would be.
“Y/n isn’t here yet?” Peter’s huffed as he sat down at your usual lunch table.
“Not yet. Actually, I haven’t seen your girlfriend all day.” Ned realized.
“She’s not my girlfriend.” Peter blushed. “And I’m pretty sure she’s avoiding me. She’s been so weird ever since this morning. Everything was fine on the subway until we got to school.”
“Well did anything happen on the subway that would weird her out? Oh no. Did you graze her boob with your hand again?”
“No. That was one time. And it was her boobs fault, not mine.” Peter whispered harshly. “We were just listening to music together and I was filming her like normal. But she could not get away from me faster once the doors opened. It was so weird.”
“Did you say anything weird to her? Girls don’t like it when you say weird things to them.”
“I know that. I didn’t say anything weird.” Peter replied as he pulled out his phone. He watched the video he had taken on the subway with no sound to see where he had gone wrong. All he saw was you looking at him with heart eyes which made his face heat up. But still, no evidence of where he messed up.
“I knew it. We were having a normal conversation about Les Mis and then I got a text from and then she ran. It makes no sense.”
“What was the text? Was it May saying something weird?”
“No. And stop saying weird. It doesn’t sound like a real word anymore.” Peter ordered. “And the text was just from Liz.”
“Oh shit.” Ned said when he heard this.
“What?” Peter wondered.
“Oh, Peter.” Ned sighed. “Peter, Peter, Peter.”
“What?” He asked again, annoyed now.
“Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter.”
“Are you gonna tell me what happened or just keep saying my name?”
“I can’t tell you. I’m sworn to secrecy. And I don’t want Y/n to put a hex on my family.” Ned said and held up his hands.
“Y/n swore you to secrecy? About what?”
“Can’t say.” Ned shrugged and zipped his lips.
“Does she not like Liz? And doesn’t want me to know?”
“Dude. Dude, dude, dude, dude. You are so close but so far.”
“So she does like Liz? Oh my God. Does she a crush on Liz? And she’s jealous that Liz texted me and not her?” Peter whispered with wide eyes.
“You’re getting colder.” Ned waved his hand. “I don’t even know how you got there.”
“That was all my guesses. Just tell me.” Peter whined.
“Hell no. I don’t want Y/n to curse my crops and make not grow for all of eternity.”
“You don’t have crops.” Peter pointed out.
“I could develop some.” Ned snapped.
“I just don’t understand what she would tell you something but not tell me. We’re best friends. She usually tells me everything.” Peter said right as his thumb accidentally hit the volume button on the video. Your confession to Peter on the subway was heard loud and clear by the two boys. Both of their jaws dropped as the video ended with you asked if Liz had just texted Peter.
“Well I wouldn’t have beaten around the bush like that if I knew you had video evidence of her saying she liked you right in your hands.” Ned sighed dramatically.
“I need to find her.” Peter said and ran out of the lunchroom. He looked around the school until he found you under the bleachers in the gym. You were sitting with your back against the wall and your knees drawn to your chest with your earbuds in your ears. When you saw Peter coming up to you, you quickly pulled them out.
“Hey.” He said and waved cautiously.
“Hey.” You smiled sadly as he sat beside you. You sat in silence for a minute as neither of you knew what to say.
“What’s going on with you? I haven’t seen you all day.” He started off. You looked at your hands to avoid making eye contact and sighed.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been talking to Liz?” You asked quietly.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t hiding it. I just didn’t think it would interest you.”
“Well you have no idea how interesting I found it.” You laughed dryly. “What do you guys talk about anyway?”
“Well, she originally texted me to ask me to confirm I had an internship at Stark Industries because her boyfriend didn’t believe her when she told him she knew a guy who worked there. Apparently he’s been trying to get an internship there for years and he wanted to know how I landed mine. Then we just started catching up. I only talk to her here and there, though. And it’s only ever about school or work.”
“Oh. I thought you guys were talking talking.” You couldn’t help but smile a little when you heard the word “boyfriend.”
“No.” He shook his head. “Just regular talking. When you saw her text on my phone, she was telling me about her cat getting spaded. And I didn’t know what that meant so she had to tell me. I should’ve just googled it.”
You laughed softly at that and he did too. The tension was let out of the conversation and you could finally breathe again. When you stopped laughing, you finally looked in his eyes.
“Do you still have feelings for her?” You asked quietly.
“For her? No.” He laughed. “Those are long gone. I have feelings for someone else now.”
“Oh God. Don’t even tell me. I don’t want to know.” You groaned and buried your face in your hands. Peter looked at you for a minute until an idea came to him.
“Actually, uh, I came looking for you because I was just making another video. Wanna be in it?” Peter asked and took out his phone. You looked at him like he was crazy and could not believe he had just asked that during that moment.
“I’m not really in the mood right now, P.”
“Come on. I can’t make it without my muse.” He said and nudged you slightly. You couldn’t help but to smile at that and reluctantly nodded. He propped up his phone against the bleachers and pressed record.
“In a world where two best friends have no idea how to communicate despite spending way too much time together.” Peter said in a fake deep, gravely voice.
“Okay. Shade. That’s fine.”
“What will it take for them to admit they have feelings for each other?” He kept the voice as he looked at you.
“Wait, what?” You asked and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. Peter smiled softly at you and shrugged a little.
“What’s it gonna take?” He asked again in his normal voice.
“I don’t understand.” You laughed nervously.
“I watched the video from before. From the subway. I heard what you said.” He admitted.
“Oh shit. You watched it?” You grimaced.
“Uh huh. So if you’re Eponine, I guess that makes me the idiot who didn’t realize his best friend was in love with him?”
“I guess so.” You said with a tight smile and still didn’t understand why he wanted to film this incredibly awkward conversation.
“You know, if I didn’t have a video of it, I never would have believed that you liked me.” Peter told you.
“You wouldn’t? Why not?”
“Because it doesn’t seem possible that the coolest girl I’ve ever met liked me.” He replied.
“You think I’m cool?” You asked skeptically.
“I think you’re the coolest. And you know, I watch the videos I take of you all the time. And half of them are just clips of you existing. So I do notice you. It just took me a second to catch up.” He told you. A smile tugged at your lips as you stared into his big brown eyes.
“You’re my best friend.” You told him. “I’m sorry I want more.”
“I’m not sorry.” He shrugged.
“You’re not?”
“I’m just sorry it took me so long to wake up and find that what I’ve been looking for has been here the whole time.” He said as he hooked his pinky under your chin and brought your face close to his.
“Wait, why does that sound so familiar?” You wondered.
“Don’t think about it too hard.” Peter whispered right before your lips touched. You kissed for the first time under the bleachers but it could have been in a palace for all you knew. The world disappeared around you as Peter slipped a hand behind your head to deepen the kiss. When you pulled away, you rested your foreheads together and laughed nervously together. It was a good nervous, a happy feeling of anticipation.
“Was that Taylor Swift?” You realized when you finally placed where you knew that like from.
“Shh. No.” He shook his head. “But yes, it was. You’re not the only one with good music taste.”
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