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yelenasdiary · 4 months

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I had a random idea for a fic and just wanted the share! Basically Florence meets R at a meet and greet type thing and notices the cuts on her arm and reaches out after the meet and greet? Just an idea 💕 Sending love and if your not comfortable with this request that’s okay!

A Little Change

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: Meeting Florence at a comic con was a dream come true & being so caught up in the moment, you weren’t aware that Florence saw how much you were struggling.

Angst, Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm & cuts, Depression | 1.4K

AC: Please only read this if you are comfortable! My asks/dms are always open for anybody who needs somebody to talk too, even if you just need to scream! I’m sending everybody love and hugs! I used reference from another message Flo sent to a lucky fan and tweaked it a little! I hope you enjoy x

Nerves filled your body as you waited patiently in line to be the next person to meet one of your idols. You've been counting down to this moment since your local comic con announced the guest line up. 'Florence Pugh'in black bold letters making your heart skip a beat as you make sure to set a timer on your phone for when the tickets went on sale. It was no doubt one of the most stressful 20 minutes of your life when they went on sale, but luck was on your side, and you were able to buy a meet and greet token as well as an autograph token.

"Please place your phone in the basket" the security spoke kindly to you. Professional photos were being taken and mobile phones weren't allowed in the room, you didn't care though. You were meeting Florence Pugh in a matter or seconds. You placed your phone in the small basket and smiled softly at the security guard.

"Don't be nervous" he said, catching you slightly off guard. "She's lovely, you'll love every second of it" he added.

"Thank you" you replied with another soft smile just as the photographer called for the next person, you.

The security guard spread open the curtain for you as your eyes saw the first glimpse of Florence who was wearing a pink tank cropped tee with denim jeans finished with a white and light pink striped shirt. She smiled warmly at you as you nervously walked up to her.

"Hi! What's your name?" she asked in her thick, raspy British accent.

"Hi!" you smiled, "I'm Y/n" you added.

"I'm Florence! It's lovely to meet you, Y/n" she smiled before embracing you in a welcoming hug. She smelt of vanilla hint of floral citrus, no doubt it was probably one of the many Valentino perfumes. The hug lasted longer than you thought, going into these events you knew the interactions would be short and sweet, two minutes at the most.

"I just wanna say how much I love you in Little Women, but I will always love Black Widow!" you said once you were both looking at one another again, Florence's hands on your biceps as she smiled softly.

"Thank you so much, I'm glad you love them" she replied, "I love your necklace, it's beautiful!" she added while eyeing off the gold necklace that had a heart pendant with the first letter of your name on it. "Oh this? it's just an old necklace I've had since forever" you chuckled, "but thank you!" you quickly added so you didn't sound rude.

"Shall we take a picture?" Florence asked, her smile never leaving her lips. Somehow Florence was able to make you forget that you were meeting somebody you looked up to a lot and more like you were just having out with a friend. Your nervous had disappeared and your smile only grew bigger knowing you'd never forget this event.

The two of you turned to face the photographer, "Do you mind if I put my arm around you?" you asked out of respect. Florence nodded, "you're so kind for asking" she said before looking back towards the camera. "Do you mind if we pull a silly face?" you asked. Again, Florence nodded before the two of you pulled a goofy face as the photography's camera flashed it's bright light.

Once the photo was taken, you turned to face Florence once more, accidentally dropping your paper token on the floor. As you reach down to grab it, Florence noticed the red cuts on your wrist. Out of respect she didn't say anything, but she couldn't understand why somebody as sweet as you was hurting so much.

"Thank you so much for coming today, it was an honour to meet you" Florence smiled soft at you once more. "I should be thanking you! Coming all this way, it means a lot and I will remember this for the rest of my life" you replied.

"Oh, stop it! You're too kind!" Florence chuckled before embracing you in one last hug, "have a wonderful rest of your day!" she added.

"I will! I'll see you again at the autograph table!" you smiled as you were being rushed out for the next person.

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Later that night after checking the comic con's website over and over for the uploads of the meet and greet photos, your photo was finally uploaded. Saving it to your phone and making it your new wallpaper, you decided to post it to Instagram.

"yourusername: It was a dream meeting you today! Thank you so much!! @florencepugh"

A smile tugged at your lips as you stared at the image on your phone before falling asleep.

The morning sun warmly kissed your face as it crept into your bedroom through the crack in your curtain, waking you softly with its warmth. You groaned softly before stretching and reaching over to see what the time was. 10:45am in bold stare back at you until your eyes dropped to the notification that made your heart skip a beat.

You read the notification to yourself a million times thinking you were just dreaming before you unlocked your phone and punched in your passcode. Your thumb hovered over the Instagram app for a moment before opening it. Your mind was racing as to why Florence would be messaging you, or how she even found your Instagram. There it was, 1 message notification and over 20 notifications from people liking and commenting on your meet & greet photo with Florence.

The blue tick next to Florence's name only made your heart beat faster knowing it was actually Florence and not just some poser or a fan page with a similar username. You took a moment to calm yourself before opening the message, curious as to why she was reaching out to you, it just felt like a dream.

-Florence Pugh:

Hey lovely! I hope it's okay I reach out like this…it was lovely meeting you yesterday, you're a very sweet and funny person! I hope to meet you again someday soon!

I don't mean to overstep anything, but I noticed something that worried me when we met yesterday, and I just wanted to make sure you're okay and that you're not alone.

I can understand how feeling low and broken can feel. It's so hard pulling yourself out of a pit when you feel like you're sat at the bottom of the pit. I just want to say I'm so sorry you feel this way and that you feel the need to self-harm.

Sometimes I feel the same as you, I feel weak and broken and I don't know how to look up but I have learnt that the moment you sense yourself falling, you HAVE to kick your mind and body into a different gear. Moving your body will automatically release serotonin and will help your mood!

Make a happy playlist, add music from all around the world that makes you happy. Add to it daily, I do this when I am sad.

You're human and sometimes we feel extremely happy and sometimes we feel extremely low. Learn to acknowledge that this happens and be kind to yourself. You're amazing, you deserve happiness, you deserve to love yourself, you deserve good friends, and you deserve to be a good friend. All these skills take years to learn about yourself, so I'm not expecting you to turn it around tomorrow! Just do a little bit a day.

A little change here and there and most importantly, don't think of yourself as a screw up or that you're worthless! The world is at your fingertips!

Can you promise me something? No matter how low and broken and weak you feel, always try and find something that you know will make you get up and move. Whether its doing a stupid dance to a song in your bedroom or walk around a park and see all the colours around you, cook something colourful, fresh and tasty!

You're amazing, never forget that!

All my love,

Florence xx-

Her message brought tears to your eyes, leaving you speechless. You took a mental note on some of the tips that Florence mentioned. You promised not only Florence but yourself to try them when your thoughts got dark again, when you felt low and alone. You wanted the cuts on your arm would fade to scars, you wanted to be happy and overcome the darkness that had a hold over you. You wanted the next time you'd meet Florence you'd be able to tell her how far you've come and just how much you needed her message without even knowing it.

All these things you mentioned in your reply, promising her that next time you both share a hug that you'll hug her a little tighter and thank her for being the inspiration and role model she is too you.

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sl33paholics · 4 months

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Why Can't You Love Me Back?

Yan!Ali Jr x black!fem!reader

Warning(s): General yandere behavior, stalking, harassment

"Leave me the fuck alone."

Was something you said to the man you were once a fan of weeks ago, but how did it get to this point?

The famous Ali Jr., the son of the world's greatest boxers of all time, Muhammad Ali, was hitting on you. You always attended the boxing events where he was the main star fighting with someone else in the ring. Amidst the roar of the crowd and the energy of the fights, Ali Jr.'s charismatic approach caught you off guard. His attempts at flirtation carried a unique intensity, a blend of confidence inherited from his legendary father and a genuine interest that hinted at more than just a passing connection.

In the afterglow of the boxing spectacle, the buzzing excitement persisted as you finally found yourself face-to-face with Ali Jr. out of all the eager fans getting pictures and autographs. His attention shifted toward you, his gaze holding a certain recognition. To Jr., it was love at first sight. Your beauty seemed to have cast a spell, making that moment more than just a fleeting exchange in the afterglow of fame. With autograph and picture in hand, you left the buzzing scene, hyped up, and pumped that you got to meet the man you always wanted to see. However, unaware that this seemingly ordinary encounter would soon be one that you regret.

On his way back to the hotel, in the dimly lit interior of the limo, Ali Jr. couldn't help but replay the encounter in his mind. The city lights blurred outside the tinted windows as the hum of the engine provided a backdrop to his thoughts. "You seem to be deep in thought, sir," his driver would say, making a casual observation. Breaking from his thoughts, Ali Jr. met the driver's gaze with a thoughtful smile. "Yeah, I met this pretty lady at the after show, I hope to see her again." He'd simply say, looking out the window.

As more events happened, he'd see you in the crowd cheering him on. Your crop top hugging your breasts as you held up a large sign with his name on it, your presence alone made him want to win the fight just for you, and you only. It encouraged Ali Jr. to throw another harsh jab at his opponent just to show off how strong he was to you.

So when he asked you for your socials and phone number when the event ended, it caught you off guard, but of course, you couldn't deny the offer. He was your favorite!

It started off with a few compliments and replies to his Instagram story until it turned into full-blown conversations. Now, you could tell he was flirting with you through these messages, but you didn't give that same energy to him. Which he noticed, but Ali Jr. brushed it off and believed you were too oblivious to notice it via text.

On days free from the whirlwind of boxing events, Ali Jr. found solace in spending time with you. He'd whisk you away on rides, the city's pulse blending with the engine's hum as you explored streets together. You watched him spar at the gym with other inspiring and upcoming boxers. Ali Jr. would tell you stories of his childhood and his famous father.

To you, you only saw him as a man who wanted to become close with one of his dearest fans turned friend. Although, to Ali Jr., he saw this as an opportunity to court you and potentially ask you to become his girlfriend.

When the moment arrived, you surprised the boxer with a straightforward rejection. "I appreciate the time we've spent, but I gotta boyfriend, and I'm committed to our relationship. Let's keep things friendly," you conveyed. The honesty in your words made his mind go blank. Was it shock? Was it anger? He couldn't tell. Jr. stared at you with a terrified look. "Did I do something wrong?" Ali would ask. "No! Not at all, it's just that I'm not interested in you like that. At all. You're a cool guy with tons of skills, I just don't see myself being with you. Let's stay platonic."

Since then, he's been out of his mind. Those texts stopped for a while, and then it started to get excessive out of nowhere. Just leaving your phone down for a short time can have this man sending you over 50 messages. You no longer answer his calls. You told everyone around you of your encounter and called him "a weirdo." It was exhausting.

So many voicemails from this guy alone. Over a hundred messages, most of them are Ali asking why you aren't picking up his calls or not responding. The guy's voice ranges from pleading to frustration, and the tone is unmistakably hurt. Each message seems to carry a weight of its own, painting a portrait of a man grappling with the realization that his feelings are not reciprocated as he had hoped.

You can't even walk peacefully around the city without this man somehow finding you. It's as if he's always just around the corner, his eyes scanning the crowds for a glimpse of you. The encounters are awkward, filled with a mix of longing and resentment as Ali Jr. struggles to come to terms with your decision.

Now, you don't know how he found your address, but he's been sending you a ton of gifts lately. Surprisingly, they're things you always wanted, each one arriving with a little note attached. The notes are heartfelt, expressing his regrets and other times it's obvious flirtation. It's as if each gift is an attempt to bridge the gap created by your rejection, a silent plea for another chance. Sometimes, Ali isn't so heartfelt in those messages whenever your boyfriend comes to receive them at your front door.

Ali's messages become less heartfelt in those instances, almost passive-aggressive, hinting at a desire to undermine your current relationship. The gifts, once symbols of his remorse, now carry an undertone of possessiveness and jealousy, as if he's trying to assert his presence in your life despite your clear boundaries. The situation grows increasingly uncomfortable as the boundary between genuine remorse and manipulation blurs. It came to a point where your boyfriend begged you to go talk to the man after seemingly being followed by some of his men at one point nearby the residence.

Ali was so giddy to get a text from you agreeing to meet him late into the evening. His excitement was palpable as he hastily made his way to the rendezvous point. The night air was charged with anticipation, and every passing moment seemed to stretch into eternity as he waited for your arrival. It was a chance for him to express his feelings and plead his case once more, hoping that this meeting would be the turning point in your relationship. When he saw you approaching, he was going in for a hug only for you to move him away with your hand.

"(Y/N), I'm so happy to see you! I-I thought you hated me, so I sent you the gifts, and it seems like they worked," Ali exclaimed as he approached you, a mix of relief and excitement in his voice. His words tumbled out in a rush, betraying his nervousness. The gifts, once a gesture of his longing and remorse, now seemed to have shifted the dynamic between you. As he stood before you, his eyes searched yours, hoping to find a spark of forgiveness or understanding in your gaze. "Listen, Ali, what can't you understand?" You sighed, scratching your elbows. "I'm not interested in you at all." The words hung heavy in the air, punctuating the tension between you. Ali's expression shifted from excitement to disappointment, his features contorting in a mix of hurt and disbelief. The reality of your rejection seemed to sink in, casting a shadow over the hopeful anticipation that had fueled his eagerness to meet you.

"I won't accept that for an answer." Ali would say, making you raise a brow. "I spent my die-hard money on those gifts to make you happy. We went out together, called each other, and we texted each other every day!" Ali grabbed your shoulders, giving them a firm grip. "And you suddenly stop replying to me? You had me sick and worried. No texts back, no calls back, NOTHING! Why did I have to resort to shit like this?!"

"You stupid ass! You harassed me after I rejected you to be your girlfriend. I told you I have a boyfriend. Sorry to hurt your feelings, but that doesn't mean you have to blow up my PHONE!" you exclaimed, your frustration boiling over. Pointing your index finger at Ali, you made your feelings clear, leaving him looking at you in shock. "Somehow getting my address and sending stuff I didn't ask for? Your men following (B/N)?" The accusations hung in the air, the intensity of your words reflecting the depth of your exasperation. The two of you went back and forth, of course people around the area watched you two bicker at one another, some even recording.

"I'll say this once, leave me the fuck alone. I don't want you near me again," you stated firmly, your voice cutting through the tension like a blade. The weight of your words hung in the air, a final declaration of your boundaries and a stark reminder of the consequences of crossing them. Ali stood before you, his expression a mix of shock, hurt, and realization. He watched you stomp off to your car while standing there.

As much as your words hurt, Ali couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He was happy that he got to meet you face to face after weeks of being ignored and unanswered. To see you in person instead of through a photo and video made Ali excited, as if he's meeting you for the first time again like he did that faithful day.

Ali wasn't going to back down. No matter what. The man was determined to find a way to win you over, to change your mind about him.

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pinkeoni · 10 months

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The Great Jonathan Byers Conspiracy

(Or, Jonathan was framed and I'm going to prove it)

So I started a rewatch of the show and I'm on episode two of s1. I get to the part towards the end where Jonathan is taking photos of Nancy. So I think "Okay. This is the part where we see Jonathan take a photo of Nancy topless, right? We see him notice Nancy take her top off and then raise the camera to take another photo, right?"

But that's not what happened

The scene happens as follows. We see Jonathan snap a photo of Nancy— with her shirt on— before the scene cuts inside of Steve's room.

Nancy then removes her top. Nancy and Steve start making out and we cut back to Jonathan who lowers his camera.

This is the part where I expected Jonathan to lift his camera up and start taking more pictures. That's how I remember it happening. But no, we instead see Jonathan focus his attention back to the pool and snap a picture of Barb instead.

So what the hell? Am I being gaslit?

I remember so distinctly a moment where we see Jonathan consciously raise the camera to take another picture of her topless, and yet it's not there. I do still want to clarify however, that the topless photo of Nancy does still exist. We see it clearly in the following episode. So yes, Jonathan did still take a photo of Nancy topless, we just don't see him take it.

But according to a lot of people online, we did see it, the Duffer Brothers just removed it.

I remember hearing about this when it first cropped up, which was partially prompted by the Duffers joking to "George Lucas" Will's birthday in season 2, which they never ended up doing anyway. They also stated on Twitter that no scene had ever been digitally edited, and didn't plan to in the future.

So the Duffers must be lying, right? Otherwise why how would so many people remember seeing that scene? I guess there’s no way to be sure without a DVD or Blu-Ray of the show.

But wait, I have a DVD of season one. I got it for Christmas! But I’m staying at my parents house and I don’t feel like driving three hours just to prove a point. I guess all is lost for the moment.

Unless…

It was at this part of my spiraling that I sent a crazed two minute voice memo at 11:00 at night to my roommate and good friend @lemonsoured filling him in on my conspiracy, and then leaving instructions to go downstairs, locate my season one DVD on the living room shelf, put the DVD into my PS4, go to the end of episode two and take a phone recording of the scene in question.

And lo and behold, the scene of Jonathan taking pictures of Nancy, exactly as it appears on Netflix.

So I am aware that in the video there isn’t much to indicate that this is in fact a recording of the DVD and not a recording of the Netflix version, so you’ll just have to take my word for it. But still, ask any DVD or Blu-Ray owner for what is on their disk, and I can garuntee that they’ll all give the same answer.

Because the shot of Jonathan taking the photo of Nancy never existed. The Duffers aren’t lying. The masses collectively lied to themeselves.

But how did this happen? How did a massive audience full of people, including myself, come to believe that there was a moment of Jonathan consciously taking that photo?

I’ll tell you why. It was a psyop to defame character!

Usually when a new season of Stranger Things rolls around, there comes the flow of comments on twitter saying “Hey, remember when Jonathan took a photo of Nancy changing and now she’s in a relationship with him?” which is usually done in the name of trying to bring down Jonathan and build up Steve.

And I’m not doing this to try to claim that Jonathan is a completely innocent baby who actually did nothing wrong. After all, the topless photo does still exist and as @notmybabies pointed out in the replies of one of posts, Jonathan chose to go through the process of developing it anyway. So he’s not completely off the hook. If the Duffers did want to eradicate Jonathan’s faults, then they would have digitally edited the topless Nancy photo to a different one, something that would have been possible.

But you ever notice how it’s always “Jonathan is a creep” and never “Steve called Nancy a slut and Jonathan a queer?”

I adore Steve, but what I’m trying to see is people seem to try and diminish the depth and complications of both of these characters, and it usually results in fans making Jonathan out to be a sex depraved pervert who has always had it out for Nancy, while Steve is their angel who could do no wrong. Steve couldn’t have had a good redemption arc if there wasn’t a place for him to grow from!

They never want to acknowledge that Jonathan was a lonely kid who made a bad mistake which he apologized for while looking for his brother and that Steve was a different person before he decided to change. Eliminating these character’s depths is eliminating what makes them interesting characters! Neither are completely pure and neither are completely evil!!

So in conclusion:

#there was also the argument in some of these articles that ‘since the photo exists that must mean that a scene was cut!’#so you need to be told everything?#also i feel like people are going to skip over the part where i add nuance but whatever it happens #also listen i know this has probs been pointed out before but i had a whole meltdown about this last night lkay #jonathan byers #jancy #stranger things #also thank you jules lemonsoured for that meme lmao #AND for recording the video you are a lifesaver and that was a wacky request #byler #<- target audience

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xxblairexxss · 9 months

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Hunt game (Charles Leclerc x reader)

Series contain stalking, harrasment, sexual violence.

Masterlist

Just an introduction to the characters and a little sneak peak on how they met since we gonna picked up the story from their engagement day ahead. We have more chapters ahead so buckle up!

Chapter 1

The sun was scorching hot, and there wasn’t a single moment where the vertical wrinkles between your brows had stopped creasing ever since you got here. Those Pinterest-inspired outfits you had saved on your albums weeks before would have been a mess if you hadn’t done a double check on your outfit today.

You were especially keen on trying out this one outfit where it paired high-waisted jeans with an oversized sweatshirt because it would look adorable, especially with a claw-clip bun hairstyle, but that would have made you drenched with sweat as it confined all that heat. Instead, you went with a cute embroidery off-shoulder frill trim crop top in white with basic denim jeans.

This whole motorsport event was something you had only seen on television every weekend. Being able to experience it in real life and seeing the hype with your own eyes made you feel all giddy, even though you weren’t a fan of it. It was only then that you knew that Formula 1 had its own little branches.

They were listing out names on the big screen with a picture of every driver. You were pretty sure you were the only one squinting your eyes trying to read those names just so you would be more familiar with the names and team involved in Formula 2. The paddock pass you had hanging on your neck was used as some sort of fan as you kept on flapping it in front of your face, seeking a little breeze in the hope of cooling down the heat.

With one hand holding your travel-sized sunscreen, you stepped aside from the roes and lines of people to take a breath. There were people walking past you within every minute, each of them wearing a different colour of shirt, indicating the different team they were supporting. Those team logos that you saw on the shirts were not the same ones as the ones you had seen earlier.

"Checking the driver out?"

Your frown disappeared the second you heard a voice too close to your ear while you were staring at the on-going interview that was held with two well-known drivers wearing red shirts. The logo on the shirt was familiar to you as it didn’t take a genius to spot that. It was familiar to every human being in this world. The classic black horse on a yellow shield background.

"Sorry?"

"Oh, sorry. I thought you were checking out the drivers like what I’m currently doing."

His reply was very nonchalant. He wasn’t even looking at you. He was staring at the two drivers with his hands on his waist. The way he was acting so casual made you feel so out of place for being surprised, so you tilted your head back to the drivers with your hands crossing over your chest.

"You know them?" You heard his voice again.

"Yeah, I have seen them a lot on television." He leaned in to be able to hear what you were saying while you were unconsciously straining your voice to make sure he was able to hear you amongst all sorts of noises coming from the crowd. "That one—yeah, that one is Sebastian Vettel, and that one is Kimi Räikkönen!"

"Big fan of Ferrari?"

"My dad is." You responded. Your hospitality pass was flapping on your face again as the heat caught up to you while you leaned back against the wall. "Are you?"

"Everyone’s a Ferrari fan." He fished out his phone and took a few pictures of the drivers before they passed the microphones back to the interviewers and made their way back. "Who’s your dad’s favourite driver?"

"I don’t know, actually. I think he likes them all equally." You realised he was no longer looking ahead. He was leaning against the gray-colored wall from the building that both of you had been standing beside all this time while the interview went on. His eyes were on you now, and his hands mimicked yours as he had them crossed over his chest.

"What about you?"

"I like Sebastian Vettel!" Your voice went a little high, a little excited to answer the first ever question you have ever gotten in relation to the sport. It felt like you were somehow accepted by the clique, though you only knew a few teams and names.

"Yeah? I like him too. I would love to be in the same team with him one day."

That wasn’t something that a normal fan would say. You had to go through and check the facts to see if it was even possible for a fan to wish to be in the same team as their favourite driver. If so, your dad would have been talking about it. "You drive too? Like these fast cars?"

"Yeah, I drive too, but mine isn’t as fast as Vettel's, though." He grinned, knowing what you would say after. It wasn’t the first time people ever told him that his little sweet dream would never come true. He had heard it countless times and had gotten used to it by now. "I know what you’re going to say."

"What?"

"You are going to tell me it’s impossible, aren’t you? For me to be on the same team with him." His hand went into his back pocket as he stood up straight.

"No."

"Sorry?" He blinked in surprise.

"I think it’s possible. I think... I think Vettel could do a teammate like you." You beamed widely and nodded in satisfaction with your words before taking a step away to find your dad.

"You can use this." He called out and handed you a white portable mini-fan.

"Are you sure?" The paddock pass fell and was left hanging on your neck as you let it go and took the mini fan from him.

"I don’t really need it."

"Thank you!" You clicked on the button as it flipped, and you felt the cooling effect hit your face. Sending him one last beam of gratitude, you walked back and joined the crowd, looking left and right to find your dad.

"Thank you too."

His gaze was interrupted as he was handed a green notebook with a striped marker pen by one of the fans, asking for his autograph, followed by a couple of photo sessions with a few others.

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You were back again in the paddock, two years older. The weather this time, if you were to express it in words, would be an antonym to the last two years. It wasn’t extremely cold, but enough to send chills down your body from the constant rain. Your knowledge of motorsports this time has improved a lot. Your dad was excited when you started bringing up his favourite topic first during dinnertime because now he had someone to talk to about all the things that excited him.

The raincoat you had kept inside your tote bag was being pulled out as soon as you felt a few drops on your cheeks. The rain never learned how to do its greeting properly. It was always a few drops and a heavy rain the next second. You were trying to untie the little string that helped to keep your folded raincoat neatly in square shape while the rain started dropping down even more.

"How do I untie this?" Your hand kept on going from unknoting the string to protecting yourself from the rain, as if your palm was big enough to cover your entire body. The string wasn’t cooperating, and your indecisive trait made you stand in place instead of figuring something out.

"Need my help?

"Please!" Your eyes flittered upon feeling the little drops on your face as the person tried to untie the string.

"Shoot! This isn’t working. Let’s just run." Your hand that was purposelessly trying to cover your head from the rain was being grabbed as you found yourself running with him in the rain, unsure of where you were heading.

"Can we even be in here?" The run made you puff out. He had somehow dragged you inside Ferrari’s hospitality when you were so sure you would get kicked out the second someone noticed you. "I should go." You tried to scurry away and flinched when the thunderstorm rumbled.

"It’s okay. Just stay here. They’ll know you’re with me."

"It’s you?!" Your hands went to cover your mouth immediately as you got a proper look at his face this. It was the same guy from last year. He looked the same, just in a different uniform. "Oh my God! Are you Sebastian Vettel’s teammate now?"

"Is he still your favourite driver?"

"Yeah! I am still a big fan of him. Oh, I didn’t bring your mini fan.” The mini fan was still working perfectly fine, but it was left in your room because you weren’t expecting to bump into him again.

He took out his phone, and you saw his fingers danced on the screen before he handed it to you. "How about you give it back to me when I take you out?"

"What should I do with this?" The screen showed a numberless contact with the name ‘pretty girl in white top’.

"Your phone number?"

You passed the phone back and chewed on your lips. "I have a boyfriend."

"Ah! Sure– I’m so sorry."

You chuckled as you retracted your hand back and typed in your phone number. "Just kidding! There! I should probably go to my dad before he freaks out.”

"Wait!" The phone was being placed on the coffee table, as he ran to get an umbrella. "Use this."

"Thank you!"

Charles turned on his phone and saw your contact number being saved as "My name’s Y/N!"

"Y/N.."

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"Can I get her sign too?"

"My girlfriend?" Charles chuckled and passed the green notebook to you. You weren’t really sure what to do or how you should make your sign looked like because you had never prepared yourself anything like this. "Sign here, love."

"Like this?" You handed the striped marker pen back to Charles and hid your face in his arms when he laughed at how small the signature was.

"You might need more practise." The notebook and marker pen were handed back to the owner, making him laugh along after seeing your little sign.

"I’ll make sure she attends my classes on how to improve her signature."

"Can I get a picture?"

Charles’s hand went back to hold yours while his free hand moved vigorously, sliding those pens and markers on caps, shirts, and banners that the fans had prepared while exchanging a few conversations.

"What was that signature, baby?"

He was holding it the whole time. The occasional glances he gave you as he kept on signing the merchandise were enough to let you know that he wasn’t done yet with the tease so it wasn’t a surprise when that was the first topic he brought up once both of you got your own privacy time.

"Shut up! I didn’t know they would ask for my signature too." You leaned on his side as he kept you close with his arm on your waist.

"But it’s cute! I would definitely get it tattooed if I was obsessed with you." Laughing, he pinched your cheek when you scowled. "Let’s be real. Would you tattoo my name on your body?"

"Of course!" You exclaimed. It was impossible to hold your laugh when he stared at you with scepticism.

"Yeah, right! No one’s believing that, baby." He retorted, leaving a lingering kiss on your hair.

"Yeah, no. Can you imagine if I have your name written in a big font across my arms?" You questioned.

"On a second thought, that might not be that bad of an idea. Everyone will know you are my girlfriend." He jested and earned a slap on his arm.

"No! What if we break up? I’m going to have to get them removed, and even if they were removed, you'd still see the mark."

"We’ll never break up. I don’t want us to ever break up." He muttered.

"I don’t want you to leave me too." You murmured, tiptoeing to leave a peck on his cheek.

"Whatever happens in the future, let’s talk it out instead of choosing a break. I can’t lose you, Y/N." He murmured.

"You won’t lose me, baby."

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"Charles, slow down! You’re going to make me trip on my dress!" You called out, feeling his pace increased with every step you took.

"I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was just excited for you to see the place. Here we are!"

The sudden switch from pitch black to the brightness around you when Charles took off the blindfold on your eyes caused you to squeeze them shut.

"Do you like it?"

The room was illuminated with candles that were placed on a dark-coloured candle holders. There were rose petals spread out on the floor, looking like a path that led you to the centre.

He had asked you to go out for a dinner date, and you thought it was just like any other ones you had, but he reminded you specifically to dress a little extra, so you went with a split thigh backless dress in dark blue paired with a necklace that you got as a gift from Charles.

"Oh my god, I love this! Did you decorate this on your own?"

"Yeah, with some help from the Internet." He murmured and moved closer to snake his arms around your waist while your arms circled his neck.

"What’s the special occasion?" You questioned him, brushing your nose against his jaw.

"Oh, yeah! Okay.." He muttered, pulling away as he gave your arms a squeeze. Charles looked anxious. You knew because he kept on pressing his lips together; his green eyes barely kept on you for any longer than a minute as he kept on looking away.

"Charles? What’s wrong.."

"I– um," Charles had seen this a lot in movies, but he wasn’t really sure how someone went about doing it. He wasn’t sure if he should pull out the ring and put out the question first, if he should give a hint so you knew what’s coming, or if he should let you talk first.

"Y/N,"

You let out a gasp, your hand went to cup over your mouth as he went down and got on one knee. Charles fished out the velvet ring box he had kept in his pocket, which felt significantly heavier despite its small size.

"I wanted you to write the happy ending to our lives together. Will you marry me?"

He could see you were smiling, though half of your face was covered. "Yes! Oh my God, yes!" Your head bobbed up and down in a nod, feeling the weight on your finger as he slipped the ring on.

"I love you so much." He breathed out, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up as your lips met his.

"I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, fiancé." You muttered, fingers stroking the back of his neck while slowly feeling as if you were getting hypnotised the longer you stared into his green eyes.

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They said you could never please anyone in the room. Let it be a room of hundreds or tens, there would always be one unsatiated person. They said you would fail the moment you lived your life making sure everyone else was please with you. They said ignore, walk away, because people’s words shouldn’t limit how you should live your life.

But what happened when you ignored them way too much that they decided to kick it up a notch, thwarting their way into your own bubbles of euphoria.

Just like what happened to Mufasa.

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Okay okay I know I'm gonna sound insane but trust me, hunter as a trans he/him lesbian.

[ID: 1. A drawing of Hunter from the Owl House, with curlier hair and freckles. She's wearing a loose black t shirt, a large purple skirt, and a studded belt with a belt chain, and black boots with spikes. She's walking hunched over with her hands in her pockets, with a neutral expression and long strides. There's a scribbled, dark colored trans flag in front of her, a pattern of golden flowers behind her, and an an arrow pointing to her that says "This boy - is a very tired girl". Theres a small three panel comic off to the side where Amity is talking to Hunter, Amity says; "You wouldn't get it, Hunter. You're not a lesbian." The next panel cuts to Hunter staring at her with an intimidating smile, and the third is Hunter comedically looming over Amity and saying; "I am. - Tell me." Theres a purple doodle in the corner of Hunter in her newest outfit, she's eating a sandwich and thinking to herself; "Hmm... gender."

2. A small doodle comic of Willow and Hunter. Willow is blushing and excitedly yelling; "My girlfriend is so pretty!" Hunter, looking tired and normal replies; "Sal, I'm wearing my normal outfit." and Willow replies; "Right!?" It shows Hunter smiling and blushing to herself a bit as she looks away. Theres a note at the bottom of the page; "Salix is the scientific name for a Willow tree".

3. On the side there's a doodle comic of Hunter and Luz. They both look tired and are wearing large hoodies. Hunter walks up to them and says; "Luz, I have something to tell you." Luz half turns around and says; "Yah?" Hunter holds out her hands, showing a trans flag in one and a lesbian flag in the other. It cuts to Luz staring, mouth agape, and the text says; "*anime gasp*". The last shows Hunter holding her pride flags as Luz holds his, a trans and nonbinary flag. Luz says; "Same!" And Hunter replies; "Swag".

On the other side is a full drawing of Hunter and Luz, almost like they're posing for a picture. Hunter is smiling wide and has one hand gently out for Flapjack to perch on. Luz is also smiling wide and is giving two peace signs, one doing bunny ears behind Hunters head. Hunter has slightly longer hair, and it wearing a patched up green hoodie, a choker and bead necklace, a checkered crop tip, and a white belt with a long black skirt, speckled with stars. She also has a nose piercing and fangs. Luz is wearing Eda's grudgby varsity jacket, a pair of light overalls, pink and yellow worm on a string earrings, a tie-dye shirt that says "be fucking nice" with an upside down smiley face, and a couple bracelets with a trans ring. behind them is the same pattern of gold flower silhouettes, a doodle of the sun and the moon, and next to Luz is some swirls in the nonbinary flag, while next to Hunter are some lightning bolts in the trans flag. end ID]

Amity and Hunter: I can't believe we're both goth and trans!

Vee: I'm a communist

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Hi! How are you? You can write something about Velvette x reader, being reader a famous pop singer in hell. They followed mutually in social media before and one day they have the chance to work together for a show what ends in they dating after a time? You can take it in the direction you prefer. Thanks 💖

.•PINK WINGS•.

•.~Velvette x pop star! Reader

•.~Warnings,: cussing!, fluff!, that’s really all

•.~ What’s an amazing idea!, tried my best on this one hope it’s too your liking

The end of a long first show, being all dolled up in reds and blacks with you hair tied up so it easier for you to sing and not having to eat your hair while your performing, you sat in front of your vanity looking at yourself the makeup the crew had done now all sweaty and worn down and the chocker that was gifted to you by Velvette a social media overlord that you were mutuals with on hellsta,

*Ding* your phone light up showing the picture of you and your helldog, picking your phone up it was a notification from velvette “Best girl I know!, born for the stage!” It was a post a picture of you on the stage you had just performed on. how sweet, you smiled to your self, you posted the post on your story saying “Thanks babes! 💕” you giggled as you watched your story flood with likes, setting your phone down you got out of your performance wear and changed into some flared black pants and a crop top that was white and had a graphic drawing of wings on the back with your stage name under neath, letting your hair down you sighed in relief and grabbed your bag and phone and headed back to your apartment.

Walking down hells streets you got a DM from Velvette “Hey sugar! Yeah know I could always collab with ya, wear my outfits and perform fashionably” you cracked a smile what a dream it wasn’t something knew of Velvette sending you DMs you guys were social media besties, you would shit on the same people and tag each other in it.

Walking up the stairs you unlocked your door and set you bag down on the floor and flopped onto the couch, you thought of what to say, it wasn’t a bad idea velvette was a fashion icon and you were a pop star so it wasn’t like you had to think twice, you let your fingers type away, your black finger nails hitting the screen creating a tapping sound as you did so, “Yeah know, not a bad idea hun what ya got planned?” It wasn’t till a matter of seconds till velvette replied back “How about we meet up tomorrow at my studio and while plan it together ;)” you couldn’t help but giggle and feel a hit of small heat on your cheeks at her winky face, “Sure I’ll be there by 10” you replied getting off the couch and going to your room to get ready for bed knowing tomorrow is gonna be a long day.

*Ring*…..*Ring*….*RING!* your alarm clock went off, rolling over pressing the stop checking the time, your eyes light up as you saw it was 9:40, “SHIT WHAT THE FUCK” you said rushing out of your bed falling in the process, getting back up you rushed over to your closet and put on some pants and a off the shoulder sweater, you quickly put your hair up and grabbed your sunglasses and put them on, rushing out the door you almost forgot your phone, picking it up you saw a message from Velvette “Were are you at?, don’t tell me you slept in” you could hear her eye roll.

You were basically running to her studio, you finally meet the doors of her modelling place we’re all the “Magic happens” she says, opening the doors you were faced with a angry Velvette yelling at the models to ‘Hurry up and grab the racks’, you walked in and her head immediately snapped towards you, all the anger flushed away now a big smile painted on, “Darling!” She grabbed your hands and spun you “You look like a pop-star running away from the paparazzi” she giggled, you chuckled and rushed a quick “I knowww” tucking your hair back velvette pulled you over to the racks that were freshly put out by the models “Don’t be scared darling go stand up there” she pointed to a small platformed area with purple and black shutters around it leaving an open space for her to see you “So with your songs you go for more flashy reds and blacks how about blacks and pinks this time yeah?” She suggested looking through the rack “Uhhh yeah I don’t think my fans would mind maybe they’ll like it, who knows” you chuckled.

Velvette grabbed a piece of clothing and held it up to your body “Mmmm this will do put it on baby” baby what did she say, baby? That was different you flushed a light pink “Y-yeah sure” looking at the clothing it was a black leather bodysuit with a zipper in the front and with pink angel wings on the back, this girl knew your modo was based around lustful angels, you were snapped back into reality with Velvette putting black leather boots that were thighed “Here and these” you looked at them and put them on they increased your height by an inch “done” you opened the shutters to show her, her face was stunned no model she has could ever look as good as you right now “Oh my god, my models could never darling, wait is that the chocker I gifted you” you had a confused look till you touched your neck “Oh I guess I never took it off” she smirked “Are you taking a liking to me baby” she spat out with a sweet tone, she was so close to you you could feel her breath on your neck “I-i uh I just like it” she chucked and pulled you to her chair and sat you down, “How about we do pink shadow with a black liner for tonight? Would fit your eyes perfectly” you nodded she went to work on getting your face ready by the time it was done, it was already 2:00 a clock, shit your show starts in 2 hours.

“Hey Velvette? My show start in 2 hours can we start heading there” she paused “God dammit I haven’t even done your hair yet FUCK!” She was getting hot head at a model for not telling her the time, as you grabbed your glasses and pulled Velvette out of the studio “Hey honey, you can do my hair at the place but right now we gotta go.” You looked at her and got in the limo that was outside waiting on you guys, she let a simple ‘Fine’ and got in sitting next to you.

After about 20 minutes of Velvette yelling at the driver to and I quote ‘HURRY THE FUCK UP YOU SLOW BITCH’ you guys finally got there Velvette rushed you in as fast as she could and seated you on the chair, she went to town doing your hair, she put It up and a high puffy ponytail and fixed up your makeup just a little till your producer

yelled “2 minutes till show time name!” You looked up at Velvette and got up from the chair, she grabbed your hand and put her other on your cheek “Your gonna do amazing baby cakes, you got this now kick some drunken no good sinners asses” you giggled she just kept staring at you as you did to, you felt your face getting hot as she rubbed a thumb on your cheek, she leaned in to kiss you until. “COME ON NAME NOW!” You flinched as your producer yelled at you.

You gave Velvette an apologetic smile and rushed to grab the microphone and step on stage taking your place, you took one last sigh and the curtains opened and your music started to play.

The music took you in letting your voice flow dancing in between the pauses, breathing getting harder and your breath getting hotter, you spotted velvette with her phone up recording you taking in your sweet presence, you stepped down and continued to sing making your way down stage to her your steps hot and smooth, your hips swaying to the beat, you met her face. As you sang the last lyric your face was inches away from hers feeling each others hot breath on your faces, velvette just chuckled and pulled you in by your chocker, she pressed her lips hard into yours, it felt like heaven and she tasted like candy and beelzebud, she parted lips letting you take heavy breaths, “Look at you baby, making a scene just to announce your mine” she chuckled pecking you cheek grabbing your hand “Lets go home yeah baby cakes?”.

She rushed you guys out of the bar and took a taxi back to her place, making it to her room but not without Valentino a vox eyeing you guys down and smirking at velvette, “welcome to your new place baby cakes” she said walking over to her closet she took out a pair of black shorts and a white off the shoulder sweater of hers and tossed it to you, “here wear those, we’ll go to your apartment tomorrow to get your stuff” you smiled and held the clothes given to you, walking to her bathroom you started to yell “so you think now that we’re together we’re living with each other”

You finished and got out of the bathroom “well duh baby cakes, I’m not having my girlfriend live without, that’s just wrong” she said waving a hand looking up from her phone, “look people are already going wild about are knew statement tonight” she chuckled giving you her phone, it was tons of compliments and dirty comments about you and your sexy outfit tonight, some were just sweet things say “awww there adorable together” and others….lets not speak about it.

You sat down on the bed giving the phone back to velvette “wow…thats uh a lot of people” she could tell you were overwhelmed “hey baby” she put her hand on your back and brought you into a laying down position with her, “don’t worry about it baby cakes, your gonna be okay, we’re gonna be okay. I won’t let anything happen to you princess” she played with your hair until you calmed down

She was warm you couldn’t deny it, and the way she was playing with your hair just made you feel so…comfortable, *yawn* velvette looked down at your sleepy state, “don’t worry darling go to sleep” she spoke in that sweet tone again, she kept playing with your hair until she heard soft breaths come from your mouth.

•.~ Wow that was long, I enjoyed writing this I’m not gonna lie!, it was quite pleasant I feel my inner pop star coming out, and of course I had to use a classic are one and only lady gaga

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luvhughes43 · 11 months

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crazy over you | jack hughes x reader

luvhughes43 masterlist🌷

request: I love your blackpink fc trevor insta edit!!! what about y/n whose sibling is a famous kpop idol and she ends up dating jack? maybe she could be mark lee’s sister, nct had a concert at newark a while ago!!

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fanone she’s going to the show??🥹🥹

fantwo queen supporting her brother🫶

yourbff she changed her outfit immediately after these photos were taken btw

ynuser stop exposing me😭😭

yourotherbff it’s true she’s now wearing an nct shirt she turned into a crop top and some jeans !

yourbff and some sparkly boots !

ynuser okay okay we get it !!

“yn! were going to be late you don't need any more pictures!” your friend shouted as she started walking ahead of you. at the rate you were going you were going to miss the beginning of your brothers show.

“just a few more just-” you yelped loudly as you felt someone's shoulder hit you. you stumbled, and your camera hit the ground with a clatter. before you could comprehend what was happening a hand was against your shoulder helping you to steady yourself.

“I’m so sorry!” a guy apologized, reaching down to retrieve your camera for you.

“it’s okay” you replied a little disoriented as you reached out to grab your camera from him. “i should've been looking to where i was going”

“were you taking pictures?” the guy asked.

“Yn!” your friends voice shouted at you as she was now even further away.

your head turned to your friends voice and jack must’ve caught on to your situation because he offered to take some quick photos for you. you posed, and jack snapped away, both of you not saying much.

“my apology,” he said to you as he handed your camera back to you.

you smiled in response. “thank you. I’m-”

“YN LN! I swear if you're not walking up these stairs!” your friends voice reverberated throughout the staircase.

“I’ve gotta go! thank you!” your voice was loud as you ran the rest of the way up the stairs to meet your friend. you could hear the unnamed mans laugh echo throughout the staircase. “im jack by the way!” you heard him yell.

“THANKS JACK!” you yelled back as your friend grabbed you by the arm and began pulling you along.

notification [instagran]: jackhughes has followed you

Instagram DMS:

ynuser: hey stranger

jackhughes: hey girl with the camera

ynuser hearted a message

ynuser: how did u find my insta?

jackhughes: your friend almost shattered my eardrum when she screamed your name so i just gave it a shot on here

ynuser: LMAOO😭 we were running late for a concert

jackhughes: haha that makes sense then! it sucks that you were late but i liked getting to meet you

ynuser: even with my friend nearly shattering your eardrum?

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jackhughes: even then

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jackhughes no 📸 credits ?

ynuser thank you stranger👍

hugheswh0re now why was he taking pics of this girl...

hockeyfan hugheswh0re because hes a normal person and is allowed to be friends with people ??

yourbff had the best time and SOMEBODY met the cutest person too🤭

ynuser i dont recall meeting any cute people🤔

yourbff like u weren't blushing and giggling all the way home...

ynuser I WASNT WTF !!!

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yourbrother ynuser THE RING??

ynuser is an accessory !

yourbrother lets keep it that way❤️

brothersfan protective activated🤣❤️

ynuser stranger🥲💘

jackhughes danger😈🔥

ynuser 😐 ok

trevorzegras congrats man🔥🔥

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yourbff CUTEST EVER ! I PREDICTED THIS RELATIONSHIP !

trevorzegras can u predict our relationship?😇

yourbff 😐😐

fanthree SHES DATING AN NHL PLAYER??? OMG????

jacksfuturegf86: WHY? WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME?? PLEASE JACK THIS ISNT YOU! THIS ISNT YOU LOOK AT ME BABY PLS🙏🙏

from then on you and jack continued to dm each other until you eventually went out on a few dates. you were honestly surprised by how well the two of you got along. you were forever grateful for your brothers show in newark and for the fact that you were running late<3

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes one shot #jack hughes fic #jack hughes insta edit #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #nhl fic

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azstrav · 2 months

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PARTY CRASHERS-L.HC¹

"Come on y/n! I know you quit partying but you have to go to this party, you haven't been laid in like a month it'll fix your mood hun!" Chaewon pleaded, in her tight skirt and pink puffer jacket. "Chae I had no time to prepare I'm just not going. That's final" you replied. "You're fucking going, and you're getting fucked too." Chaewon brushed your shoulder as she walked past you. "Come on let's get you an outfit picked out."

Chaewon raided your closet and picked you out an outfit she thought was slutty, and she was right. Something that almost matched her outfit, a tight skirt and a lacey crop top. "Do you have a jacket like mine to go with this?" You sighed and walked out of your closet and found a jacket that looked like that. "Here" you handed her the jacket. "Why are you giving it to me girl it's *your* outfit" She smiled "What are you waiting for? We're gonna be late babe" You sighed once again and began to change.

Once you guys arrived to the party you were greeted by many guys, most of them talking to chaewon. She noticed your demeanor and turned around. "I know you can seduce any man in here hunny just be yourself" she said in a whisper. "I know chae, it just feels weird here" you said back. Which it was true, you just couldn't shake the bad feeling in your gut, but tried to ignore it to make your best friend happy. She led you to the living room where she told you 'the dreamies' hangout. You had to admit, you were kind of excited. You'd seen previous pictures of them all and knew they were all fine. "Oh and I want mark so please don't seduce him" she pleaded with a laugh. "Don't worry girl, I got you" you laughed.

As you both entered the living room all their eyes were on you, but your eyes landed on one of them in particular. He was wearing a tight black shirt and black jeans, his skin was darker then the rest of theirs. Of course, Chaewon greeted them first. "Hey guys! Mind if we join?" They were all passing around a joint, as one of them hit it and passed it he spoke up "and what are we getting out of it?" He paused for a moment before laughing "I'm just joking come sit" he cleared two seats for the both of you. "Now I know chaewon but who are you?" He asked. "My names y/n l/n, and you?" She asked curiously "Mark, Mark Lee" he replied. You gave chaewon a look. "Nice to meet you" you said. The rest of them introduced themselves, Haechan was the boys name. You wanted to talk to him, but chaewon suggested you and the boys play party games. "How about seven minutes in heaven?"

Why.. you cursed yourself. Of course, the bottle you spun had landed on haechan. As the two of you got up chaewon whistled "there's condoms in the drawer next to the bed!" One of them, jaemin, yelled. The both of you walked into the room and closed the door, you sighed before sitting on the bed. "Listen if you don't wanna do anything we don't have too, I understand" you said looking at him. "Not now, I'll need more then seven minutes with you" he replied, placing his hand lightly on your thigh. He looked as if he was about to kiss you. "Oh.. you wanna just go to my place?" You suggested. "How about mine? I'll cook you breakfast in the morning" he pleaded. "You got me convinced" you said grabbing his hand and getting up.

HI CHATTTTT UHHHH SO I HATE TO LEAVE YALL ON A CLIFFHANGER BUT I CANT WRITE SMUT RNNNN ANYWAY THANKD BYE

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solitude4chiron · 11 months

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I.Visiting a friend

Hobie brown x Black reader

A/n: No smut in this fic but there will be multiple parts later 🤫

———————————————————————— The summer is the best time to be outside in New York. Water balloon fights, pool party’s, blocks playing music that filled the city, crop tops and bikinis. It was like this since you were little, and undeniably there’s no place like home

Tonight you and your friends were cramped in a small hot bathroom doing makeup, hair & all of the above for a party. One girl doing lashes, one girl doing her lip liner, one girl doing her nails & another taking pictures and controlling the playlist

“Y’all my nigga just texted me to come on so let’s start heading out” one of your other girlfriends shouted from in the living room, and after a few minutes everyone was in the car taking videos and lip syncing music for tonight’s ig story

By the time you walked in you were already unamused. Hood niggas standing in the corner on their phones, other dudes trying to get behind girls and failing miserably, groups of people who looked half awake still trying to dance. So you fell behind and sat at the bar listening to other people’s conversations when a different boy caught your eye

A tall 6,5 darkskin was sitting on the complete opposite side of the bar on his phone, his wicks were slightly short, and laid down his head that made them shaped almost like an Afro. His jewelry and piercings caught your attention, silver jewelry lining his eyebrows and fingers. Plus the way he dressed was so attractive, different from almost everyone else in the room

While admiring his beauty a airdrop came through your phone with the name “unknowns iPhone” curiously you accepted it

“Y’kno it’s rude to stare right?”

And while trying to figure out who the person was you felt a shadow towering over you before he sat down

“You like whatcha seeing yeah?”

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself lil nigga who is you?”

“C’mon y’kno who I am, your eyes were burning holes in my jacket. Plus nothing ‘bout me is little and I know you can tell” he replied smirking resting his head on his hand to look at your features more closely

Immediately you could tell he wasn’t from New York at all by his voice, and though you had made fun of some British accents before. Something about his skin and voice in the dark lighting made him so attractive to you

“Sooo you from?” You said feeling your cheeks getting hot, the aggressiveness in your voice vanished

“New York love, why?”

“Boy your not from New York don’t play wit me right now” you said rolling your eyes

“Yea, I’m from London. Visiting a friend out here right now. Want a drink?”

You both ordered drinks and he said his name was Hobie. You each talked for a minute on each others interests, allowing you both to have a flourishing conversation because surprisingly you both had a lot in common. He had piercings, you did too. You both loved music, spray painting your art and opinions on every wall in your city, and you both also shared love for different types accessories and clothing

After about an hour he asked if you wanted to go to another spot, just you and him. Your heart slightly froze in anxiety but there was some type of safety in his eyes. So you texted the group chat

“Hey y’all, met this boy at the bar and he wants to take me to another spot. Keep y’all ringers on”

“Okay girllll !!! Is he fine 🌚”

“Leaving us to get some dick is crazyyyy 😒”

You hopped into his car and listened to the music while hanging your head out the window. You felt a hand on your thigh and you looked at him kind of surprised. You brushed it off when you realized you didn’t mind it at all in the first place

“Problem luv?” He side eyed you while biting the side of his lip down, focused on the road

“Nahhh you chillin” you felt his large hand start creeping higher and higher up your thigh while he kept his other hand on the wheel speeding up every time you looked at him. By the time you felt like saying something bold, you were at the spot that wasn’t really a spot. You were at the Brooklyn bridge

“Boy this is not no spot we are on a bridge wtf”

“You trust me?” And before you could say anything he was carrying you in one hand wedding style using his other hand to shoot webs, bringing you to the top of the bridge

After the rush of literally flying through the air went away. You asked him a few questions

“What was that?!!”

“Why is there white stuff coming out your arms?”

And before you could ask him your last question he made a stupid joke

“I can make white stuff come out of somewhere else y’kno” he smirked

After smacking him on the back of the head you asked him your last question

“What made you want to tell me you have super powers? Especially like that..”

After seeing you shivering in your mini tee and skirt, he wrapped his large, heavy pin decorated vest around you and pulled you into his chest with his arm as you both watched the city. Light was escaping from every street. You also realized you probably wouldn’t have experienced seeing this in a lifetime if you didn’t meet him

“Don’t know, there’s something about you I kno’ I can love and take care of. So I’m not sweatin the spider man role right now” he said shrugging then resting his head on yours and playing in the curly ends of your locs

“You lucky you fine, I would have never even left the bar with any other boy” you said drawing along his stomach and chest feeling how chiseled he was under his shirt

“Just so you kno we date now” he said

“Boy your stupid it’s only been a few hours” you responded laughing and swinging your feet over the edge of the bridge

“I’m stupid? Yet your running your hands all over my body, yeah right”

Not realizing what you were doing you moved your hands immediately away from him a little shocked at what you were doing

“I didn’t tell you to stop now did I?”

#hobie brown x reader #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie #spider punk x reader #spider punk #hobie brown x black reader

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for your eyes only | jeong jaehyun

title: for your eyes only | part of christmas must be something more

pairing: jeong jaehyun x oc

summary: jaehyun doesn't know it yet, but he looks really pretty in pink.

genre: smut, non-idol au, established relationship, (implied) polyamorous relationship, smutmas

warnings: cross-dressing | public (kinda), cross-dressing, feminization, sex toys (anal vibrator), oral sex (f receiving), lot of praises, pet names, pegging, overstimulation, coming untouched, dubcon (when will jade and jaehyun stop trying new kinks without talking before? never. that’s it, that’s the dubious consent, jae is unsure as always but he discovers a new kink so...) sub!jaehyun, dom!oc

words: 6.565k

taglist: @webscreams @multislut @roxyvogue @dullparadisewithtxt @yutas-princess02 @seongwhaffels @cosmiczen @adorejhyun | couldn't tag: @yutascoffee127

a/n: babygirl jaehyun brain goes brrrr. the clothes he wears are linked, i tried to describe them cause i know it gives wattpad 2012 but i thought that with pictures you could visualize it better

Jaehyun had no idea how he ended there, walking around the mall trying to seem unbothered by the random vibrations that were making him go crazy.

Or well, he did. It was Jade’s fault as always.

“You want me to wear this outside?” Jaehyun squealed once Jade’s words hit him as he turned the butt plug in his hands, looking at it with wide eyes.

“Mh, mh,” she hummed as if she didn’t propose anything scandalous.

Well, not like they were going to do anything wild that day, it was just an afternoon to go shopping at the mall for fun since the others were busy or anyway weren’t in the mood to go out.

“I — I…” he stammered. “Why don’t you do this with Taeyong? I’m pretty sure he would be absolutely down for it.”

She chuckled, finishing fixing her hair in the slicked-back ponytail with the side bang, and then turned back to him, still unaffected by the whole thing.

“It’s just for fun, it’s not like I will fuck you somewhere in the mall,” she teased with a smirk before winking at him.

“Okay, then why?”

“I want you to be ready for when we come home and I can peg you.”

“Again?”

“You had a blast last time, don’t hide it, you came like three times and two untouched so you can’t say you don’t like it.”

“Fine,” he huffed before his face blushed red and he asked, “Can you prep me?”

But after years Jaehyun still had no idea how she could have so much power over him and convince him to do anything. Not that they couldn’t stop if he didn’t want to, but he didn’t really want to.

It was fine, for now. The long sweater and the coat were hiding his semi-hard boner and since it was Wednesday there weren’t many people around. The vibrations were also always very low or zero, and the feeling of being filled was oddly nice.

Everything was going overall well, walking around the different shops holding hands and bags as they looked around for gifts and things they needed.

“I need to buy some clothes,” Jade exclaimed, dragging him into a shop.

“Clo-closet empty?” He asked when they were halfway through it, confused by the number of skirts and sweater tops she was picking up, but she didn’t answer.

“Do you like this pink top?” She asked, ignoring his words, picking up a button-up pastel pink cardigan that reached just above the navel.

He hummed. “It’d look a-amazing on you,” he forced out, even though he didn’t really get the point of wearing cropped tops in winter, but they were indeed cute, especially on her. And he didn’t even understand why she was giggling at his answer but the low vibrations down there weren’t making him dare to let out many words, afraid moans were going to come out instead.

“I — I don’t think we can both come in together,” he mumbled when she pushed him into the fitting room with her after getting everything she needed.

“I’m sure none will care,” Jade replied, smiling at him.

“Are you going to try them on?” He asked, eyes skimming over her body nervously as he bit his thumb’s nail. Seeing her half-naked was the last thing he needed, to be honest. “Why are you smiling like that?” His voice was shaky and low, trying to understand the look on her face. “You don’t… you don’t want me to…” he whispered incredulously, gaze now falling on the skimpy clothes she picked.

“You don’t want to look pretty for me?” She asked, voice gentle and head tilted to the side, staring at him softly.

“I don’t… I’ve never done this, I… what if somebody comes in?”

“The door is locked, and I’m pretty sure that nobody would barge in without at least knocking first.”

“I’m a… I mean, I’m a man and those are…” he almost whimpered, voice shaking more. “Like there’s nothing wrong with it, and clothes are clothes, it’s just I — I’ve never seen myself like this.”

“I know,” she replied, turning around to look through her bag and grabbing something. “Are you totally uncomfortable with that?” She checked in. Jade knew that trying something like this out of the blue and in public was a big move, especially with him. Taeyong wouldn’t have blinked an eye, probably he would’ve even picked something himself that he wanted to try, considering how much he found out he loved wearing her clothes, but Jaehyun was totally new to this, and she couldn’t risk making him uncomfortable.

Jaehyun gulped, biting his lips, she looked amazing in pink soft typically considered feminine clothes, Taeyong looked pretty wearing those clothes but he never, never, imagined wearing anything of that kind. No matter how much he found that peachy pink beautiful and how soft most of the things felt to the touch… there was nothing wrong with that, but he wasn’t like that.

Yet, here he was.

Seriously pondering if he should’ve given in or not. He breathed deeply, they could’ve stopped at any moment, Jade would’ve never forced him into something he wasn’t comfortable with, and maybe it would’ve turned out a fun thing to try.

“You won’t mock me, right? This is — shit — not to make fun of me?”

“No, peach,” she replied, caressing his face, “I’d never do that. I’ve been thinking you’d look amazing with something softer. There’s nothing that deserves shaming in wearing feminine clothes, or make-up. You are a very pretty boy and I think you’d look amazing in those clothes.”

And when his cock twitched in his pants at that pet name, he knew he was too far gone to tell her no. So he hummed, gaining a comforting smile. He was with her, nothing could’ve gone wrong.

“Wear this,” she said handing him a pink-laced panties.

“These are yours,” he whispered, it was embarrassing but he remembered all her lingerie by heart.

“Yeah, I’m not going to make you try this stuff like this.”

“But I’m… I’m big,” Jaehyun mumbled, the tip of his ears turning red as he stared at the floor.

She chuckled, well, that was the point of everything. “It’s fine, they should cover pretty much of you… if you’re not hard.”

He hummed, turning around, and starting to get rid of his pants and underwear, disgusted by the way the black boxers had a visible wet patch on the front. He held in a whimper when the fabric brushed against his — pretty much — hard cock and then turned around.

“Are you okay?” She checked in, lifting his lowered head with two fingers.

He nodded, lips pressed together.

“Good,” she replied, kissing him gently. “If it gets too much we’ll stop,” she reassured him. “I know it is a pretty rough start for something like this since we’ve never done this.”

Jaehyun smiled, heart jumping in his throat when she looked through the skirts.

“We’ll start with something long, okay?” She said, picking up a knee-length black skirt with white lines that formed black squares.

“That’s long for you?” he asked, eyeing the piece she was holding.

“It’s long, babe.”

“It’s mid-length for me, it will never arrive at my knees, fuck.”

“Try it,” she handed it to him. “I’m sure it’ll look amazing. The white lines are pretty.”

He grabbed it with shaky hands. “You… you’ll look?”

“Want me to turn around?”

“No, no,” he stopped her, voice dying in his throat. “I — I feel… need your comfort.”

She smiled, “I’m right here, babe. You’re doing good.”

And with that, he slipped into the skirt, the soft fabric slipped easily around his thighs and then on his waist, sitting pretty on his hips… weirdly prettily he thought as he swirled around to look at himself in the mirror.

“You look beautiful, do you like it?” She asked, caressing his hips softly.

“Mhh,” he hummed, “it’s nice… I guess.”

“Do you feel like trying a top too?”

“I don’t… I don’t think they’ll fit me.”

“We’ll make your big boobs fit somehow,” she joked but the comment made him redden even more.

“No, no, please,” he mumbled when the vibrations picked up as he pulled his sweater off and tried to grab the white woolen sweater she was passing to him.

“I’m sure you can take it, right? You can be my good boy?”

“Ye-yeah, be good… for you,” he whimpered, turning around trying not to fall on the ground and looking at the mirror as he tried to get into the top. “I’m stuck,” he whined, struggling to pull down the sleeves.

“Here,” she reassured, pulling it down for him and then fixing it on his body.

“Thank — thank you,” Jaehyun whispered, lifting his gaze to the mirror. “I think it’s, umh, a little tight.”

“It looks good on you, though,” she said, now caressing the exposed bit of his waist that neither the skirt nor the top covered. “We can don’t buy it though if you don’t like it.”

“Yeah, I — I want to, mmph,” he whimpered, hand flat against the wall in front of him and legs pressed together as the vibrations picked up again. “Not fair.”

“You want?” Jade asked, ignoring his words, raising the vibrations even more, hearing his breath getting heavier.

“The — the pink.”

“The top or the skirt? Or both?”

He turned around struggling on his knees, already hating how overwhelmed he was. “You choose.”

“Maybe you can try this one?” She proposed.

“It’s… it’s a dress.”

“A beautiful dress, you loved it before when I took it.”

“On… on you,” he replied, swallowing hard. “You’d look, uh, pretty, you’d look so so — fuck — pretty.”

She cupped his chin. “You’d look pretty in it. Try it. We’re here for you.”

He nodded, soft mumbles spilling out of his mouth senselessly, getting out of the skirt easily. “I’m stuck,” he almost cried when the top blocked him again and he shivered when he felt her touch on his abs, holding in a moan when her fingers grazed his sensitive nipples. “Here, baby boy,” she kissed him slowly before passing him the dress.

“It’s silky,” he noticed, feeling the fabric in his hand, “I might like it.”

“Silk dresses are the best, they give me the best confidence boost,” she said, helping him put it on, the fabric stretching around his fit muscles, and then wrapping around his body perfectly, falling loosely around him.

And it did feel good, somehow he liked the way the material felt on his skin, and the way it fell on his body, the v-line showing most of his chest, the long sleeves dropping softly on his arms.

“So?” She asked

“I — I like it,” he confessed and then a low moan rolled out of his lips when, swinging the skirt, it brushed against his tip. “I’ll take it off, now.”

“Skirt and pink top, now,” she cheered, putting the white top aside to remember not to buy it. “Your favourites.”

He blushed harder, a faint smile on his face and anticipation rising until he realized he was naked, hard on, vibrating toy in his ass, and laced panties in a fucking fitting room. “I — I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said, covering, making her lift a brow.

“The wet stain on your panties says otherwise, baby.”

“No, I… I’m so… so…”

“Pretty? Beautiful? Graceful?”

“Exposed.”

She walked closer, pressing her lips on his, kissing him harder. “There’s only me, peach. And to me, you look amazing.”

He nodded, feeling high on pleasure, disconnected, “I — please, slow — slow them.”

“Put the skirt on first.”

“I — I can’t, no, fuck,” he cried, voice clipped, abs twitching as the vibration got higher again before slowing down, the ups and downs cutting his breath short.

“Skirt,” she ordered.

He tried to move in it, almost falling to the ground, feeling it was impossible to move. “It’s small.”

“It’s perfect.”

Jaehyun turned around in the mirror, “You can see my butt,” he said in a high-pitched voice. “And my… my, fuck.”

“Your cock in those pretty panties? Yeah, it looks beautiful.”

He started to tap his feet on the ground, swallowing harder. “I can’t.”

“You can, you’re doing pretty amazing even if you’re making a mess.”

He looked down, shivering at the way he could feel the pre-cum stick to the fabric of the panties.

“Need help with the cardigan?” She asked, and he hummed, letting her put it on him, this time without teasing the sensitive buds on his chest.

“See, they look pretty together, do you like the way it feels?”

“I like the top,” he confessed, touching it. “I look good, yeah, fuck.”

“You look really fuckable,” she teased, making him lose a beat.

“Is it… a compliment?”

She hummed before touching him with one hand as the other controlled the vibration making him bend over. “No, baby, up,” she said grabbing his hair and pulling him back against her.

Jaehyun’s eyes went wide when their bodies touched and his back pressed against her.

“Are,” he started, words dying in his mouth, “are you wearing the — shit, shit, fuck —”

“I can’t wait to go back home to fuck you,” she whispered against his ear, pressing the strap-on harder against him.

“No, no, we really, we shouldn’t be doing this,” he whined, voice shaking and heart pounding loud.

“No one will hear,” she said, moving a hand forward to touch him and starting to kiss his neck. “Well, If you keep quiet.”

“No, no,” he cried, even if his body bucked against her. He did want her, so fucking badly, and he wouldn’t even have minded this if he was more used to it, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t. He was so bad at this, he wasn’t like Taeyong, or her. They were really good at following the rules, at knowing what they were doing, but he was terrible.

“Orange,” he cried, tears spilling down his face and she immediately pulled away, shutting the vibrator down and turning him around.

“Hey, baby, look at me,” she ordered with a caring tone, caressing his face.

“I… I’m sorry,” Jaehyun whimpered.

“No, no,” she reassured. “No apologies, babe, we said we would stop. I’m sorry, I should’ve known this would’ve been too much for you.”

“I want you.”

“No, you don’t need to force yourself.”

“No, please, can you,” he panted, sitting on the stool but regretting when the toy pushed against him, “can you listen? I said orange, not red.”

“Yeah, right, I just, okay, go on.”

“I… I want you, and I wa-want to do this,” he said, pointing at the clothes, “but at home. I want you to fuck me at home, I don’t think I’m ready for this, I know I’ve been prepped by now, but I don’t feel, I don’t feel used enough to that, we never do it and you’re good, you’re so good, you’re the best, I’d let you do anything but I — I’m not like —”

She shushed him with a kiss, caressing his face, “It’s enough, no need to compare, okay?”

He nodded, reaching closer for another small kiss.

“Should we buy these things and go home?” She asked, quirking a brow when he stayed there. “Jae?”

“Baby, call me, baby.”

She smiled tenderly at him, cheeks flushed, body slumped against the wall, fit thighs barely covered by the small pastel pink mini skirt and he looked so fucking cute in that soft cropped cardigan.

“Fine, baby, can we leave?”

He shook his head, voice coming out as an embarrassed whisper, “I need to come, please. Can’t make it at home.”

“Are you sure you’ll buy that skirt?”

“Fo-for me?” He asked, confused because he couldn’t quite understand the correlation with his request but, for the condition he was in, he couldn’t even be able to add two plus two, so he didn’t think it through.

“Yeah, for you.”

“Yeah, I like it,” he replied. “You… you don’t want me to wear it outside, right?”

Jade smiled, almost chuckling. They didn’t define their reversed dynamics, mostly because having him on his knees seemed to be a one-time thing. Nothing of that kind ever happened again, well, apart from her trying to have some dominance but it always ended with him on top. So she didn’t even think they had anything to discuss, so technically she couldn’t even ask him to go that far, but it was cute that the thought didn’t cross his mind.

“No, I think I’d like to keep this for my eyes only… for now.”

“And not even the others, right?”

She shook her head, grabbing the remote and raising the vibrations unexpectedly, making him moan loudly.

“Are you insane?”

She laughed, and he let his head roll back when they didn’t stop.

“Is everything alright?” A voice from the outside asked and Jaehyun’s eyes went wide.

“Oh, umh,” he mumbled, trying to calm his breath but the vibrations kept being steady, “yeah, thanks, I mmh, turned and — shit — sorry, dumb me stubbed the toe against the seat.”

“Are you sure everything’s alright?”

“Yeah, it, ah, hurts, but it’s… fine, it’s fine, thanks.”

“Alright, if you need anything we’re at the desk.”

“Thanks,” he forced out, looking at Jade with what wanted to be glaring eyes but he was just a mess.

“It’s too much,” he whispered, gripping the seat under him, knuckles going white.

“You said you wanted to come, didn’t you?”

He nodded, lips trapped in his teeth, feeling his brain fogged as not only the vibration kept going but now the toy pushed deeper into him.

“Kiss me,” he begged, “please, tell me, tell me I’m doing — fuck — good. I’m your good boy, right? Even if I — even if I — fuck — stopped you?”

She kissed him, “yes, you are always my good boy. Good boys know their limits, right?”

He hummed, bucking his hips up to get more contact with her.

“Good boys look pretty in their pretty feminine clothes.”

“Yeah.”

“And good boys come in them, too, right?”

Realization hit him, “their not, not mine, not yet, not — fuck — ”

“You will ruin them I’m sure, we’ll have to buy them.”

“They will — shit — they will know, no, uhm,” he moaned, rolling his head back, making his lips bleed from how hard he was pressing to hold back the moans as he felt the orgasm approach.

“I’m pretty sure they know already.”

He shook his head, tears starting to roll down. He didn’t want to make an embarrassing mess but it was either now or in the pants he was going to use to walk to the car and in the middle of the mall.

“Please,” he moaned.

“Come for me,” she ordered, raising the vibrations and sending him over the edge, knocking the breath out of him, eyes snapping open before squeezing shut as he felt the waves hit him.

“Good boy,” she kissed him, chest panting hard. “Good, good boy.”

“I need, need a moment,” he breathed out.

She chuckled, messing his hair playfully.

“Fuck, I…” he whispered, looking down, “I made a mess.”

“Pretty much. We can clean it up a little if it helps.”

“What if they ask why we’re buying something ruined?” He cried, bringing his hands on his face but when Jade kneeled at his level and started cleaning him up with a wet wipe he felt like crying.

“Better, babe?”

He nodded. “Tha-thank you.”

“I feel generous,” she said, chuckling, “I go to do the checkout and you’ll wait for me outside, okay?”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, standing up and leaving a peck on his lips in the way. “You already crossed enough limits today,” she said. “And I need this to be over because I am not finished.”

When they arrived home they rushed upstairs, not even caring to check if somebody else was home.

“My panties look good on you,” she whispered, leaving him bare, the only thing covering him being her underwear that he never took off.

Jaehyun’s head lowered, too embarrassed to look at her. Hating the way his cock was hard once again, dripping pre-cum desperately.

“You’re so pretty when you’re embarrassed, you know?” She said, caressing his face, and lifting it from facing the floor. “When you stammer, when your voice shakes and gets higher, when you’re all red.” Her lips met his in a soft kiss before she pulled away, picking something from the bags full of clothes.

“Wait — you — you want me to wear it?” He asked, gulping hard, staring at the pink clothes in her hand.

“What have we bought them for?” She cocked her head, winking.

Jaehyun nodded, “Yeah, yeah, of course, of course,” he mumbled. “Can — can you help me with the cardigan? It — it gets stuck, and I — I —”

Jade kissed him, stopping his ramble. “I’m here, I surely will help my pretty boy to look like a doll.”

Jaehyun groaned in a high-pitched voice at the name, shivering when her fingers caressed his body. “Don’t tease me.”

She chuckled, humming under her breath before she told him to lift his arms and pushed the soft fuzzy cardigan on him again. “It looks so good on you, baby boy.”

His face colored of a bright pink again, looking down to admire how the top laid on him and found it hotter than he wanted to. But when she handed him the skirt he hesitated again, groaning when he had to bend to slip it on before it sat on his hips just like before.

“Do a twirl for me,” she ordered, and he obeyed with no second thoughts, shivering and whining when the skirt flew up and exposed him even more. “So, so pretty,” she praised, voice sultry and low. “Get on your knees.”

“On — on my knees?” He stuttered, eyes moving quickly around, thinking he heard wrong.

“Yes, babe, now.”

Jaehyun nodded, kneeling, whimpering when his dick brushed against the laced texture and pressed against his thigh, the toy still filling him, enough to drive him insane even if it wasn’t vibrating. He had no idea where he found the strength to look up, but he was glad he did when she started to undress, the heavy clothes dropping behind on the chair while she was only in her expensive bra, the strap-on toy hovering over him now that her panties where on the floor. He didn’t even know what took over him when he voluntarily leaned in and licked the tip while looking straight into her eyes, but none of them could care about the reason why, when this was so hot.

“Good boy,” she praised, holding the base and pushing closer to him, waiting for his mouth to open, pushing half the size in. “Get it all wet for me so I can fuck you hard.”

His eyes closed at her words, cock throbbing in his panties and he was glad the skirt at least covered that and the embarrassing amount of cum leaking out of his slit.

“It’s big,” he mumbled when the tip reached his back, and his eyes looked up at hers, shivering at the way she was staring at him, drifting his gaze when she chuckled and just started moving her hips against his face.

“Just like yours, isn’t it?” She teased, grabbing his hair to tug them behind and push the toy deeper in his mouth, making him gag on it and mumble words she could barely understand. And she knew that if only that wasn’t a toy she would’ve come already. She couldn’t even remember seeing him go down on any of their boyfriends, but it was so hot to see him choke on a cock and make a mess. She could see the wet patch on the skirt.

A louder moan rolled from her mouth when Jaehyun’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and his moans got messier, hips moving around while he tried to get some kind of relief while he eagerly sucked on the toy as if she could come from it. She pulled out and he gasped, spit rolling down his chin and red eyes looking up at her, trying to breathe in some air.

“Please,” he breathed out, chest panting and knees hurting against the floor, “fuck me, please. I — I need you.”

Jade smirked, tilting her head, and caressing his face, smearing the mess before pushing it back into his mouth. “Want mommy to fuck you?”

He nodded eagerly, gulping hard, swinging his hips side to side in anticipation. Shame long forgotten in the back of his brain.

“Get on the bed, princess.”

His brain spun at the name, legs barely supporting the weight of his body while he tried to run on the bed.

“Let me take this out of you, okay?” Her hand moved to push his legs apart, moving the panties to the side to have space to push the toy out, his hole already ruined by all the stretch it had been put under for the entire day.

“No, don’t take it off,” he screamed when she lifted the skirt, making her brow quirk.

“Eased into it, baby boy? Also, I wasn’t going to, I told you I want to fuck you in these.”

He hummed, relaxing again against the bed. “I — I like it. I look good in these and — and then — fuck,” he cried, for some reason still feeling ashamed, but he was pretty sure it got nothing to do with the clothes, it was her, it was always her, and the way she got his inside twist in the best way every time she took control. “The top is — is soft, mhh, like it.”

She smiled, pouring some more lube on the strap before pushing in. His head rolled back as soon as the toy pushed past his rim, feeling the tip already stretching him more than the toy did.

“Are you okay?” She checked, staring at him, smiling when he only nodded frenetically and tried to open his eyes.

“Please, fuck me.”

Her hands moved on his thighs until they reached the back of his knees and pushed them close to his chest, bottoming completely. “You’re so ready for me, baby. See, you should always listen to me when I tell you to do something.”

“Is it — is it big-bigger?” He asked through ragged breaths, blinking his eyes as he tried to look down but failing to see anything other than his aching cock still pressed in the tight lingerie and her body pressed against him.

“No, baby boy, it’s always the same. Want it bigger?”

Jaehyun quickly shook his head, he could barely take this he didn’t even want to imagine something bigger, and when she laughed at his panicked face, he blushed red. “It’s just — I — I would fail you.”

She shook her head, kissing his lips, and rubbing a hand on his boner, making him hiss and whimper through the kiss. “You won’t ever fail me, baby. You’re so good, just look at you now.”

He hummed, nodding with his eyes closed, feeling on the edge every time her fingers grazed on his sensitive tip, the laced fabric sending stronger buzzes of pleasure through his bones.

“You’re so hard, baby,” she moaned, pressing harder on him, watching as his body twitched.

“Is — is it bad?”

“How can it be bad?”

Jaehyun didn’t reply, no words formed in his mind now that she started moving in and out with calculated thrusts. Jaehyun was honestly surprised at how different she was when she had control, nothing of his lazy, subby girl was there, not even a faint memory. Her hips snapped with force, her legs strongly kept her body up, and her hands wrapped firmly around his waist, little did it matter they barely fit around him, her grip was still strong and made him shiver.

“Taking my cock so well, pretty boy,” she praised. Her eyes moved from his face to his legs, pussy clenching and dripping down the vibrator inside of her while she stared at his throbbing hard cock caged inside her pink panties and the skirt bouncing with every thrust. He truly was so pretty. A grin crept on her face when his hips started jerking up messily, a sweet reminder that he wasn’t used to all of this. And that only turned her on so much more, the way he was so vulnerable and open compared to their other times together drove her insane. There was something about having control over him that couldn’t compare to anything else.

It was so good that she couldn’t even get mad when he came untouched in his, hers, panties, at this point it didn’t matter anymore, moaning and shaking. She didn’t care about rules with him, she just wanted to see his walls fall down, and the more he came, the better.

“I — I made a mess,” he groaned, choking on a small sob, looking down where his cum stained her panties and his skirt. Shaken by the orgasm and also by everything that was going on, he felt so vulnerable and he felt like he could cry. But apparently Jade was unfazed by this and it still wasn’t enough. “I’m sorry,” he still blubbered, fearing she was disappointed in him.

“I can’t drag you anywhere like you do with me, so I need you to turn around,” she ordered but with a smile on her face, staring at him with tender eyes that made him let out the breath he was holding in. “Face the mirror, pretty.”

“I — I don’t think I — umh — can stand,” he cried out, chest still panting, and legs shaking. Jade smiled, it was cute how much he could keep up when he was in his dominant space compared to his sub-space.

“You just have to turn on the bed and stand at the edge on your hand and knees,” she explained, caressing his thigh to soothe him.

Jaehyun nodded, pressing his lips in a thin line as he gathered the strength to move even an inch of his body. But somehow he did, positioning himself in the position she wanted, watching her move behind him. Waiting patiently to feel her again. His eyes followed her move, silently admiring how she pressed against him, pulling down the drenched panties and throwing them at the side, and then pouring more lube inside his ass, making him twitch when the cold liquid made contact with his sensitive skin.

“This skirt was made for you,” she praised, lifting it up, exposing his bare ass and sinking deep inside him, hitting his prostate with one go. Jaehyun’s head fell down, choked moans dying in his mouth as tears menaced to spill from his eyes.

“Look at yourself in the mirror,” she ordered, grabbing his hair to keep his head up, forcing him to meet his wasted image in the reflecting surface. “See how pretty you are?”

He hummed, biting his lips as he struggled to keep his eyes open, the pleasure fogging his brain fully.

“You are mommy pretty boy, aren’t you?” She asked, stopping her movement, “Aren’t you?” She groaned, tugging his hair.

“Ye-yeah, fuck, yes, your pretty — umh,” he groaned, words dying in his mouth.

She smiled, hips picking the same rhythm. “Good boy.”

“Good — good girl,” he whispered, making her hips falter for a second, eyebrows quirking.

“Me?”

He shook his head. “M-me, please, wanna — wanna be your good girl, please. Please, mommy, let me — call me a good girl.”

Jade was shocked, staring into his eyes in the mirror, not able to hide her expression. Not even Taeyong ever arrived that far, and that was the last thing she expect today — or ever — from Jaehyun. But just because she wasn’t expecting it, it didn’t mean she didn’t love it. So she shook her head, dusting out of her haze and started fucking him faster.

“Want to be mommy’s good girl?”

Jaehyun nodded, tears falling down his face as the overstimulation was making him shake.

“You gotta work for it, don’t you know it?”

He nodded. “Wan — want to be pretty for you, please. Fuck — fuck the pretty in me.”

She chuckled tenderly at his words. “Oh, baby girl, you already have it in you, you don’t need me to fuck the pretty in you.”

Jaehyun let out a whine, head rolling back, his adam’s apple moving up and down with every deep swallow of spit.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” she groaned, leaning flat against his back, her cheek pressing against his, meeting his wet skin.

His head moved back in place, blinking repeatedly to wipe away the clumps of tears. “Fuck,” he whimpered, “you’re — you’re so hot.” The smirk that formed on her face at his words made his head spin, she was hot and she knew it and kept using it against him and here he was, a complete brain-shut mess under her. He almost screamed when she pushed him a bit higher, just enough that more of his body could be seen in the reflection.

Jaehyun couldn’t hold in the moans anymore, letting out high-pitched screams and desperate whimpers that never belonged to him. She wasn’t bigger than him, or stronger, yet he felt so small and helpless right at that moment that his whole body started shaking. Her strong scent, a mix between her natural one and the sultry perfume she was wearing, surrounded him whole, her hands all over his body, and her eyes staring intensely into him. He whined when his arms gave up, upper body falling limp, almost tumbling on the floor if only she didn’t hold him up, and then dragged them both further into the middle of the bed.

“Don’t be clumsy,” she warned, leaving a smack on his ass.

“’m sorry,” he whined, cheek pressed against the duvet. “Too good, you’re — you’re too, too good.”

She couldn’t say anything; it was too good. The sight in front of her was driving her insane just as much. His pink, feminine clothes wrapped around his fit, broad body, his soft brown hair dampened on his forehead, his cheeks flushed with red and wet with tears, and his whimpers and moans. That was everything she had dreamed of and more. So as a natural response her hips started snapping with more force against him.

Longer, strained moans came from him, muffled by the sheets that pressed against his flushed face, mouth agape with some drool dripping unconsciously down the corner of his mouth, creating a wet patch.

Her fingers grazed his cheek, moving her thumb in circles, smiling back when his lips turned into a fucked out smile. “You’re so beautiful, baby, you know?”

Jaehyun hummed, eyes closed and ass arching up even more.

“You’re taking me so well, taking mommy’s big cock as if you were made for me,” she praised, pulling his cheeks apart, and eliciting a deeper groan from him.

“I — I don’t — I — can’t take it longer, please, Miss,” he blubbered, trying to lift his neck to look at her but he felt boneless.

She smirked, the name ‘miss’ sparking a fire inside her. “Can you be a good girl and come without my hand?”

“Yes, yes, just — just keep, keep fucking me,” he begged, head falling down the mattress again, whole body shaking, shivers covering his skin as he felt close again. His brain was so hazed with pleasure that he didn’t even realize he started fucking back into her, meeting her in the middle, soft flesh bouncing beautifully as she kept stretching him wide and deep.

The last thrusts were sloppier, pleasure overwhelming both of them. Her nails dug in the exposed part of skin between the cardigan and skirt, while his sunk in the sheets. Loud and shaky moans filling the room with the harsh smacks of her hips against his ass. A wail ripped from his lips when the orgasm rippled through him, big hard cock throbbing while spurting out white cum, making a mess on the skirt and the bedding, thighs trembling and heart beating so fast in his chest he felt he could pass out. Jade’s orgasm wasn’t any less intense, the vibrations raised to the maximum and his whimpers, his face, and his body pushed her off the edge with force.

The room was thick with sex air as they stayed there, her body collapsing on his, making him cringe when his skin met the pool of cum, but he was too tired to move or do anything.

“You did so well, baby girl,” Jade praised, testing the ground with the feminine name, and sighing in relief when Jaehyun smiled at it and even blushed a little. His sub-space lasted a while, she could be quite sure of it now. “You accept challenges and ace them every time, I’m so proud of you, you know?” Her fingers rubbed the back of his head, grazing the neck, making him shiver. She kept praising him while leaving kisses all over his neck and shoulders, moving the soft top down to have access to his burning skin, her hands caressing his body until he stopped trembling.

When she pulled out, Jaehyun whined, looking for her, moving his hands around.

“I’m here,” she said, grabbing it. “Come here, let’s turn around and lay on the clean side of the bed for a while,” she ordered, helping him move to rest on the sheets, pushing the duvet off the bed.

“Good girl, ugh?” She teased chuckling, brushing his hair back, after a few minutes of silence.

“Shut up,” he replied, hiding in the crook of her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I get why you like being called that so much.”

Jade laughed tenderly at his comment. “I really love how this fit looks on you, you know?” She said, caressing his chest, causing his face to blush red once again.

“So, you weren’t mocking?”

She shook her head. “There’s nothing to mock. I was a pink clothes hater too when I was fully immersed in my internalized misogyny era but thank god I’m out of it,” she laughed, making him giggle too. “And clothes are just clothes at the end of the day, so if you like something just rock it.”

Jaehyun smiled, feeling safe and protected, another reminder that in that home he could’ve always been anything and they would’ve loved him anyway, it didn’t really matter that this thing didn’t start from him. “I really like it too,” he whispered, looking down at the clothes that were still covering his body. “I might actually wear it sometimes… inside the house… when it’s just us.”

Jade smiled back, pecking his lips. “I don’t mind if something of you is only mine to see.”

“Good, cause for now this will be for your eyes only.”

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Kinktober '23: Exhibitionism + Voyeurism | Kim Hongjoong + Park Seonghwa

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x GN!Reader x Kim Hongjoong

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Kinktober 2023

Summary: Hongjoong has the most pathetic obsession with his roommate's partner, and they aren't making it any easier to get over them. Little does he know, they love having his attention just as much as he loves giving it.

WC: 3.7k

Warnings: Reader is described as having a vulva and breasts but uses gender neutral pronouns and terms, Pervy Hongjoong (kinda pervy everyone), Reader wears the boys' clothes but their size isn't described, fingering, oral (reader receiving), cumshot, Seonghwa is kinda mean, exhibitionism and voyeurism obviously, Sir kink, barely mentioned dom/sub dynamics

A/N: If I forgot any warnings, please let me know. I am considering eventually doing a second part to this, let me know if you're interested. Kinktober and general tag lists are open

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Hongjoong was a filthy little pervert, and he knew it.

He really did try his best not to indulge himself like that, not to get turned on by the most embarrassing things or seek out just a hint of what it would be like to be in the room where it happened, but he had never been very good at shaking that particular vice.

You were Seonghwa's picture perfect partner. You were sweet and charming and always cleaned up after yourself when you stayed over. You would even bring baked goods or make lunch for the boys to take to work, always packing one for Hongjoong when you made Seonghwa's. You were an angel, and Hongjoong felt guiltier than ever about how badly he wanted to defile your innocence.

Seonghwa had been his best friend for years, they'd lived together for nearly a year and a half, and they'd always managed to work well together. But whenever Seonghwa brought you around, Hongjoong was hard to pin down. He was skittish, trying to avoid your gaze for fear that you could see right past his facade, but it only ended with him focusing on how pretty you looked in that little crop top Seonghwa had gotten you for your birthday. He didn't talk to you much, and he half worried that maybe you thought he didn't like you. But it was the opposite. He couldn't hear your sweet voice say his name without popping a boner like a fucking teenager. It was pathetic and he didn't know what to do.

The worst part, though, was that the walls of his and Seonghwa's apartment weren't particularly thick, and every time you and his friend would sleep together, he'd freeze up, pressing close to the wall between his and Seonghwa's rooms to try and hear the pretty sounds you made just a little better. He felt awful about it, listening in on the two of you having sex and jerking off like it was some personal porno, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. He never came as hard as he did when you begged for his best friend. He couldn't let it go, even if it left him with a mess to clean up and a red hot burn of humiliation in his chest.

So it was another weekend where you were coming over to spend time with Seonghwa, and Hongjoong cursed himself for not making any plans to get out of the house, because when he got out of the shower, there you were in the kitchen, a grin on your face and a shirt that he could have sworn had belonged to him at one point paired with a cute black skirt that brushed your thighs in the way he wished he could. He blinked a few times, dragging his eyes away from your body.

"I'm making lunch. Are sandwiches okay? You need to go grocery shopping, I swear I don't know how you two survive." You said. He swallowed, suddenly hyper aware that he was only wearing a pair of shorts and a towel around his shoulders to catch the water dripping from his hair. He cleared his throat.

"Right, yeah that's great. Thank you." He said. You nodded, satisfied with his answer.

"Good. Now go dry off, you're gonna drip on the floor." You said, shooing him off with a sweet smile. And he could swear when you turned around that your skirt lifted just enough to show him that there was nothing underneath. He cursed to himself, his eyes rolling back as he felt his dick twitch in his shorts. He had never scurried off to his room faster, and he entirely missed the pleased little giggle that followed his absence.

It was the next day, and part of Hongjoong was devastated that you and Seonghwa seemingly hadn't done anything besides watch youtube, leaving him with his own thoughts and his hand, recalling the times you'd come undone underneath his best friend. But what he didn't expect was to wake up to the sound of you on the other side of the wall just after dawn, the prettiest moans sinking through to his room and stirring him from his sleep.

"Hwa, please," You whined, squirming under his touch. It was so early, and you had barely had time to adjust to being conscious before Seonghwa was tucking himself between your legs, mouth latched onto your clit and two fingers curling into your pulsing heat. "Faster, need more."

Seonghwa chuckled against your pussy, his tongue dipping in to meet his fingers, lapping at the wetness you were leaking onto him. He was so mean sometimes, not that you ever had any real complaints about it. He sat back, his fingers still moving inside of you, just barely brushing the rough patch that edged you closer and closer to orgasm.

When your orgasm washed over you, it was nearly impossible for you to think properly, your hands scrambling for something to grab onto, one catching against the wall, the other digging into Seonghwa's shoulders as you let out the prettiest melody of moans, Seonghwa's name falling off your tongue as he worked his fingers deeper into you. He didn't let up until your legs were trembling against his shoulders and your moans turned into hiccuped whimpers.

"Good job, pretty baby. Put on such a good show," He hummed, crawling up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He dipped towards your ear. "Think he came already, or should we give it another go?"

Hongjoong was shaking, his hands trembling and his stomach covered in his own cum. He never stopped feeling frazzled whenever he listened to his best friend fuck you. And he wasn't sure if you didn't know how thin the walls were or if you really just didn't care who heard you. He used a handful of tissues to clean his seed off his skin, pulling on a pair of sweatpants to cross over into the bathroom.

The last thing he was expecting, however, was for you to come out with nothing but one of Seonghwa's shirts barely covering you, a bright grin on your face when you saw him. He was speechless, his eyes following the plush of your thighs, the way he could almost see your pussy if he could get away with looking a little harder. And he could see the little hickeys that Seonghwa had left on you that weren't there in the morning.

His dick twitched in his pants, and he started to panic, his eyes finding yours again. You were looking at him so sweetly, and it only made him ache more. God, when had he turned into such a fucking mess?

"Were you gonna use the bathroom?" You asked him, hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, pulling it a little higher so the view was almost unmistakable. Hongjoong gulped, looking over at the bathroom, then back at you. He shook his head, although he wasn't sure what else he'd have been doing. But you didn't ask, just grinning at him and brushing your hand over his arm as you passed him, giving a not-so-subtle squeeze to his bicep that was the cherry on top of his arousal, leaving him rock hard with a very noticeable tent in his sweatpants. Fuck.

Come the next day, you hadn't seen a single glimpse of Hongjoong, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't disappointed. You were grateful that your boyfriend didn't mind your borderline obsession with his roommate. If anything, he was endlessly indulgent. So when he looked over from where he was playing his game, he knew without asking what had you pouting and sulking on his bed like you were.

"If you want his attention, just go ask him to hang out with you." He said. You whined, moving to lay down.

"Don't wanna. Want him to come play with us. I know he wants to!" You said, pout evident in your voice.

"Yeah, but he doesn't know that you want him too. You know he's not gonna make a move without knowing it won't be a bad one." Seonghwa said with a faux pout to mock yours.

"But how do I do that?"

"Easy."

Seonghwa turned off his game, standing up to knock on the wall next to you. You jumped a little, eyes going wide and your heart rate picking up - from excitement or nerves was anybody's guess. When Hongjoong didn't answer back, Seonghwa knocked again, calling for him to come over for good measure. You squirmed, propping yourself up as Seonghwa shifted to lean over you.

"Gonna let him watch me make you cum?" He asked in your ear, earning a breathy whine. You nodded almost frantically, letting Seonghwa tug your shirt over your head just in time for Hongjoong to open his door. The red haired man stopped in his tracks, his lips parted like he was going to say something, but nothing came out. You turned to look at him, and that sweet smile was back.

"Sorry," He blurted out after a minute, turning to leave, but Seonghwa stopped him.

"Come back, close the door." He said. Hongjoong did as he said like a man possessed, looking shocked by his own actions as he latched the door. "Sit down, get comfortable."

Hongjoong backed up until he could sit down in the gaming chair at Seonghwa's desk, still watching the two of you as his hands clasped in his lap, a desperate attempt to hide the way he was getting hard just from seeing you laid out under his friend like that.

"You like listening to them get fucked, right? I know you always jerk off to it. I see the way you look at them. You want to see it?" Seonghwa asked as if he were just asking what Hongjoong wanted for dinner, and the younger choked a little, a startled cough filling the quiet.

"Joongie, please?" You whined, and his eyes fluttered, taking in the sound of his name on your tongue. "Been wanting you to watch forever. Want you to enjoy me like Hwa does."

"I shouldn't...I don't...understand." He said, eyes flitting between the two of you, and he tried so hard not to focus too much on the exposed skin of your torso. That got much more difficult however when Seonghwa expertly undid your bra and slid it off of you.

"We want you to watch, you want to watch. What is there to think about? Please, Joongie! I wanna see you touch yourself for me. I need it." You reached up, your hands cupping your breasts and kneading them lightly as you pouted at Hongjoong. He dragged a hand through his hair, looking once more at Seonghwa who looked bored of waiting for an answer.

"You can leave if you want, no hard feelings. But I just know they're gonna cum harder than ever with you in here." Seonghwa shrugged, stripping off his shirt to press closer to you, your bare chests pressed together as he captured your lips. The kiss was hungry, teeth clashing and tongues trading saliva until you couldn't breathe, and you could hear the way Hongjoong groaned and hissed at the sight.

You fumbled with Seonghwa's jeans, eventually managing to push them down his hips and out of your way. He sat back, kicking them off and tugging your shorts down at the same time so you were only covered by the cute little black panties you'd picked just for Joong.

Seonghwa tugged at your arm, half manhandling your body as he rearranged the two of you. He pulled you onto his lap, leaning back against the wall and hooking your legs over his so you were entirely spread out facing Hongjoong. You squirmed, feeling yourself growing wetter at the way he flushed, and you swore he almost looked like he'd pass out, staring at the way your panties stuck to your wet folds.

Seonghwa's fingers trailed over your arms, putting on a show to work both you and Hongjoong up, and it was clearly working as you squirmed even more, earning a slap to the outside of your thigh. You jolted and mumbled an apology under your breath.

"Didn't hear you," Seonghwa mused, his hands already going back to caress over your waist, down your stomach, then back up to brush his thumbs over your nipples.

"Said I'm sorry, sir." You repeated louder. He hummed his approval, kissing your shoulder as he tweaked your nipples, tugging and flicking them to full hardness.

"That's what I thought. If you're gonna let him watch, you better be on your best fucking behavior. Not gonna let my friends think I'll let you be a disobedient slut." He warned, and you nodded quickly, gasping when he gave your nipples one last harsh pinch.

Hongjoong was entranced, watching how easily you fell apart under Seonghwa's touch. He'd heard the sounds before, heard his friend's mean words, but seeing the way your eyes rolled back and your hips chased some sort of friction was almost too much. His hands clenched against the fabric of his pants, resisting the urge to touch himself for fear he'd cum the second he did.

"They get so wet whenever you're home." Seonghwa said, teasing his fingers up and down the wet patch between your thighs, his arm resting around your waist to keep you from writhing and rocking into the touch. "Would be jealous if it wasn't so much fun getting you riled up. Can't even look you in the eye, can he baby?"

You shook your head, eyes trained on Hongjoong's face, the pretty shade of pink that dusted his cheeks. He looked up, almost as if he were trying to argue against his friend's taunts. When he met your eye, he shivered, a pretty little moan falling out of his mouth as he finally gave in and palmed himself firmly through his pants.

You looked so desperate, clearly chasing his attention and melting into Seonghwa's chest when you received it, opening your thighs wider and reaching up to toy with one of your nipples. It was for him, he knew that now, and his mind was reeling with every time you'd been putting on a show for him, every time he'd denied it to himself. And fuck he could have been doing this all along? He might never forgive himself.

"Should we take off their panties? Do you wanna see me open them up?" Seonghwa asked, dipping one lithe finger under the edge of your panties, the tip of it brushing near enough to your clit to make you jolt, sending pleading looks to Hongjoong. The latter nodded frantically, those wide, blown out eyes turning to Seonghwa who seemed just as affected as you were if the bulge pressing against your ass was anything to go off of.

With his friend's agreement, Seonghwa let go of your waist, helping you shimmy the fabric down your hips and discarding them in Hongjoong's direction. They landed just in front of his feet, and he couldn't help but stare at them as if he'd been gifted a trophy from the gods, one he'd cherish until the day his mortal soul was escorted to the afterlife.

"Look at me, Joongie," You said, and you fully giggled when his head snapped up at the order. His eyes found yours first, awaiting some sort of guidance. Then down, down, down across the planes and dips and swells of your body to where Seonghwa was lazily dragging a finger through your wetness. He spread it up, circled widely around your clit before gliding back down.

Hongjoong choked, his hips bucking against his hand. He was dead, he had to be. This wasn't fucking possible. You looked like a painting, spread out, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you beared Seonghwa's teasing.

"Look how pretty they look, fucking dripping all over my lap just from being watched." Seonghwa mumbled, more to himself than to either one of you. His fingers finally landed against your clit, rubbing firm, slow figure eights. You leaned your head back, putting the clear expanse of your throat on display.

"Faster, sir, please." You hissed out, and Hongjoong could see the way that your thighs tensed and fluttered against the feeling, trying so hard not to do anything punishable.

"Do you deserve it? Being such a filthy slut for my best friend. Not a very good toy, can't even stay loyal. But sharing is caring, I suppose." He mused, and you nearly cursed his dramatics before his touch was speeding up.

You purred, arching so perfectly against him that he couldn't resist moving his hand lower, sliding two fingers into you without even a little resistance. You cried out, louder than Hongjoong had ever heard you.

"Please. Need more, need to be full. I wanna show him. Show him I can take it, I can be good." You were babbling, high off the feeling of having both men's attention on you. You'd been waiting for it so long that you couldn't even try and find some shame within yourself. Only pride burned through your veins. Pride at having won Seonghwa over, pride at having gotten Hongjoong to finally give you the attention you'd craved. Pride at not having cum just from the knowledge that he wanted you as bad as you wanted him.

"Greedy." Seonghwa pulled his fingers out, slapping them against your clit a few times before filling you with them again. You sobbed out a broken sound of pleasure, and Hongjoong hissed in return. He fumbled, pushing at his pants until they were low enough for him to pull his dick out.

You whined at the sight, his pretty cock, sort of long and thin with a vein running up the underside that simply had your mouth watering, and his hand making slow, almost hesitant pulls along the length. Your walls fluttered around Seonghwa's fingers, sucking him in deeper in a desperate attempt to feel full enough. He chuckled, curling his fingers to press against the rough patch inside of you. Your hips bucked, and you made the most pathetic sound of the day. Hongjoong's eyes went wide, and he couldn't settle on where to look; Your blissed out face, your heaving chest, or the way his friend's fingers were fucking into you with carefully practiced technique, the way he wished his fingers were.

"Like what you see?" Seonghwa asked upon catching Hongjoong's attention on your pussy spreading so easily for his fingers. Hongjoong nodded. "Just wait till you see them cum. Might even let you taste, if you want. It's best from the source."

You were gone then, the thought of Hongjoong's tongue on you edging you closer and closer to drenching your boyfriend's fingers in cum, and he could tell. A strong hand found your hip, pulling you firmly back into place, and his fingers curled expertly against your g-spot. You whined and whimpered, incoherent begging filling the room.

"Please. Need to cum, please 'Hwa. I've been so good, always so good. Just wanna show him how good you make me feel, please." You babbled, gripping his forearm even as he continued abusing your most sensitive spots. You could hear how wet you were, the slick sounds turning you on even more desperately. The feeling of your juices on your thighs were like ice on your overheated skin.

"You're asking the wrong person, baby. Is this how we entertain our guests?" He asked. You shook your head, mumbling out a sweet 'nuh-uh'.

"Joong, please. You wanna see, right? Want me to cum for you? Please, Joongie, I need it. 'M so close, can't hold it. Please, let me cum. I wanna cum, I want you to see." You were whining, words slurring together as you tried your best to hang on to the edge with Seonghwa's thumb brushing your clit ever so slightly and his fingertips digging into your hip in the perfect way you loved.

"Please, want you to cum. Cum for me," Hongjoong blurted out, his hips chasing after each stroke of his hand over his cock, precum leaking from his tip and easing the harsh tugs he was giving himself. He was close too, you could see it in the way his chest heaved up and down, the way his eyebrows furrowed and his tongue dragged over his bottom lip again and again.

You couldn't deny such a lovely request. Your orgasm hit you like a train, your eyes rolling into your head and your thighs trying so hard to clench shut that Seonghwa had to grab you to keep you from tumbling off his lap altogether. You gasped, trying to draw back in the air that had been squeezed out of your lungs in a desperate cry. Your blood was rushing in your ears, and you only came back to reality at the sound of Hongjoong's groans.

He stared at the way your cum dripped out of you, creamy wetness running down the curve of your ass to pool in his best friend's lap. You shivered with the aftershocks of the pleasure, your eyes half lidded and your breath coming fast. He burned the image into his mind as he fucked up into his hand, his own orgasm rushing over him. His cum poured out of him, thick and seemingly never ending as it dripped down his hand, each attempt to ride out the bliss just spreading his spend over the length of his cock.

You wiggled, barely able to stand on weakened thighs as you stood up. You took the few tentative steps over to where Hongjoong was sitting, resting your hands on his thighs and sinking down to your knees. You looked up at him with that same smile, those same almost-innocent eyes as you nestled between his spread thighs.

"Can I taste?" You asked, fingers inching up his legs towards his still rock hard, cum smeared dick.Fuck, he was a dead man.

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