#fafic smut

[lustspren]

O Sole Mio ft Soyeon, Yuqi.

length: 9.5k words ✦

Soyeon, Yuqi & Male Reader. 

(The Judge A.U)

genres: threesome, anal, voyeur, hard sex, double blowjob, oral sex, facefuck, squirt, facial, bi, outdoor sex, squirt, bdsm

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You didn't know where the hell you were or what had happened, but you woke up accompanied by two stupidly hot and beautiful girls on each side of your body. You rubbed your eyes for a few seconds, and blinked a couple of times to regain awareness of what had happened. Minnie was still with her back to your left, and Soyeon was still hugging you in the same way she fell asleep a few hours ago. Both were quite disheveled and visibly destroyed.

"Damn, we left her a mess right?" Soyeon said next to you, because of the position of her head you hadn't realized that she was awake.

"Don't bring me into that, you were the conductor," you tried to excuse yourself, smiling up at the ceiling.

"Maybe, but you were the solo violinist," she patted you on the chest and sat up, smoothing her hair back and stretching out her arms.

Minnie began to stir at the sound of your voices, and at one point she rolled over to lie on her side facing you. You stared at her for a few seconds while Soyeon stood up and looked for some things in her suitcase, she slowly opened her eyes, smiling when she met your gaze; She closed her eyes again, and with a small smile still on her face, she reached up to put an arm around your body and hug you tight.

"This is not the time to continue sleeping, Miss Yontararak," you said, hugging her back.

"Hmm, what time is it?" she said sleepily, snuggling against your chest. You looked at Soyeon since you had no way of knowing.

"3:21 in the morning," Soyeon said after checking her phone and pulling her hair up into a high bun.

"Damn, we did get a lot of sleep," Minnie replied, and she pulled away from you to let out a long yawn before sitting up.

"Yeah, and I'm fucking hungry as well as sticky," Soyeon sighed, standing on the side of the bed and looking at the two of you, "get up, we'll take a shower."

"I don't feel my body, it seems like I went to the gym for 5 days straight just doing legs," Minnie said rubbing her thighs then trying to stand up, failing.

"Honey, please help her, I'll wait for you in there," Soyeon said to you, and you nodded before standing up in front of Minnie, offering her both your hands.

"How gentlemanly," Minnie teased, taking both of your hands and standing in front of you, your bodies only inches apart. She looked you up and down, and raised an eyebrow with a little smile, "And hot," after saying that, you and she shared a slow and sensual kiss in which you remained immersed for long seconds. You would have lasted longer making out, but Soyeon's voice interrupted you.

"Everything alright out there?!" Soyeon asked from the now running shower.

"Come on, we'll have time for more kissing later," you winked at her, and slipped an arm around her waist to help her walk toward the bathroom.

When you two entered the bathroom, Soyeon was already under the shower behind the slightly misted glass, she had turned on some of the hot water. You went inside it with Minnie, leaving her between you and Soyeon for the two of you to help her stand up and bathe. You had a nice time there in the shower, no lewd comments or anything, just silly little laughs while making fun of Minnie.

After about twenty minutes the three of you came out of the bathroom wrapped in your respective towels and "dressed" to make yourself comfortable. Minnie just wore a short black tank top with black panties, Soyeon an oversized hoodie with absolutely nothing else underneath, and you stayed only in your boxers.

"What do you want to eat? I can call room service," Soyeon said, sitting on the edge of the bed as she looked at the two of you, already nestled between the pillows.

"Hmm, I don't know," you said, "I could eat an elephant if I had to, so I'll leave the decision up to you."

"I want baked chicken!" Minnie said, you and Soyeon looked at her with both eyebrows raised.

"That's quite a heavy meal for these hours," Soyeon warned, going to pick up the room phone.

"I sleep better with a full stomach," she smiled, and Soyeon had no choice but to comply with her wishes.

Soyeon called room service. She not only ordered food, she also ordered an extra set of sheets to remedy the mess you left a few hours ago. The requested service arrived about an hour after the order, and after changing the sheets, you enjoyed a delicious meal before finally lying on the same bed, watching an American variety show that was not funny at all. but it was entertaining at least. This time Soyeon was between the two of you, both hugging her.

"I can't take it anymore… I have to sleep," Minnie said sleepily after a yawn.

"Me too, my eyes are heavy," you said, rubbing them and then pulling the blanket up to your neck.

"Then rest well, babies," Soyeon said, before giving each of you an affectionate peck on the temples, minutes later, the three of you fell asleep to the voice of some host with less grace than a funeral in the background.

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A bright new day in LA, and a new day of filming for the girls of G-IDLE. This day was going to be a very different one for them, since the recording team rented a luxurious house perfect for the summer in which they were going to shoot some scenes in the pool.

Soyeon and Yuqi would be chosen for this occasion. The day went great for most of it, little mishaps here and there, but nothing out of the ordinary for a day of shooting for a couple of girls who were more than used to this level of work.

During this day Soyeon had the perfect pretext for her next master plan, and that was the incredibly hot bikini that Yuqi wore during the entire filming session. She couldn't stop looking at her and drooling for her body for even a second, Yuqi was meaty in absolutely every right part, perfect tummy, perfect legs, and a nice round ass that she couldn't wait to revel in.

"Manager-nim!" Soyeon approached her manager, who was discussing important issues with some producers but had no choice but to give her the attention she deserved, "we'll have a day off tomorrow, right?" she asked.

"Oh let me see," the man took his phone out of his pocket and entered the notes, then nodded, "that's right, why?"

"I just wanted to know if it was possible to rent this house just for us tomorrow," the manager was perplexed for a few seconds.

"Well..." apparently he didn't quite know what to say, even the producers were baffled, "for what?"

"Fuck just give me the contact of the owner of the house, we'll pay with our own money," Soyeon snapped already impatient, crossing her arms.

"Well, well, whatever you say," he said, "don't drink, that's the only condition I give you."

"Seems fair to me," Soyeon agreed with a smirk.

"It wasn't exactly cheap, so prepare your pockets," he warned, and soon Soyeon received the contact on her phone.

"I've made enough money, don't worry about me," Soyeon winked at him, and after a little pat on his shoulder, she went back to Yuqi to give her the news.

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"May I know the reason behind this last minute rental, Jeon Soyeon?" Minnie asked as the two of them left their suitcases in one of the bedrooms in the house that had a direct view of the pool.

"I won't even bother lying to you, there's the reason," Soyeon nodded her head to the right, to the window through which you could see Yuqi laying down on one of the pool chairs.

"Oh, and you're going to invite him, right?" Minnie asked, sitting on the edge of one of the beds.

"He'll be coming here shortly, yes," Soyeon stated, undressing right in front of her to start putting on a two-piece swimsuit, "that's why I need a big favor."

"You want me to get Miyeon and Shuhua out of here, right?" Minnie raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, just take them shopping around, those two bitches love that," Soyeon adjusted her bathing suit top and then went to sit on Minnie's lap, wrapping her arms around her neck. Minnie grabbed her waist, "I promise I'll make it up to you later."

"You better eat my pussy so good you have me squirting in your mouth, this is going to be tricky," Minnie said, biting her lip in a small smile, "alright, get up, I've got a couple of chumps to take on a hike."

"Remember to buy them nice and expensive panties, they'll need them later," Soyeon winked at Minnie and then stood up. Minnie also got up, and after giving Soyeon a kiss on the jaw, she left through the bedroom door.

Soyeon waited for a long time, hoping to hear the main gate of the village open as that would be her signal that Minnie and company had finally left the place. The gate opened, and immediately Soyeon headed towards the pool.

She reached the pool, finding the funny image of Yuqi trying to put sunscreen on her back but failing as her arms didn't reach. As soon as she became aware of Soyeon's presence, her face lit up.

"Oh! Thank god you're here," she said, handing her the bottle of sunscreen and settling into the pool chair with her back to her.

"Could you at least say hello to me first, right?" Soyeon said, raising an eyebrow, to sit right behind her and take the bottle of sunscreen.

"I saw you half an hour ago, for what?" Yuqi asked with a frown.

"I don't know, education I guess," Soyeon said with a shrug. She opened the bottle of sunscreen, poured a little into each palm, and began to spread it all over her milky back.

"Education? I've been knowing you for more than 6 years, woman," she excused herself, looking towards the beautiful landscapes of California.

"So what? I'm still older than you," Soyeon smiled, running her hands over every inch of soft skin as gently as she could, slowly making her movements more and more sensual as she reached her waist.

"Huh?!" Yuqi exclaimed, offended, "You're only a year older than me!" She was starting to get tense, so Soyeon snuggled up behind her, pressing her lower body against her ass.

"It doesn't matter if it's a year, I'm older than you and you have to live with that," Soyeon said in a huskier, lower voice, close to Yuqi's ear, who Soyeon noticed as she shuddered, "I even think you should call me mommy,” Soyeon giggled.

"W-what are you talking about?" Yuqi asked, slightly nervous at Soyeon's closeness, but also delighted by the work that her hands were doing on her back and lower back.

"Just a suggestion..." Soyeon massaged both sides of Yuqi's torso, very close to her tits, "god, do you know how hot you look in this bikini?"

"Ah, really?" Yuqi played along with her, matching her seductive low tone of voice but putting on her trademark deep voice.

"Fuck yeah," Soyeon was now whispering in her ear, "I haven't been able to stop staring at your sexy body since yesterday," her hands now went to her tits, grabbing and massaging them over the top of the fabric. Yuqi let out small gasps.

"And what are you supposed to do about it, unnie?" Yuqi moved her hips slightly, feeling the heat take over her body.

"Well, all I'm thinking about is fucking you mercilessly," Soyeon slipped her hands under her bikini top, playing with Yuqi's small, hard nipples as she gently squeezed her tits, "eat that nice pink pussy… fuck, I'm happy just filling your ass with spanks."

"Hmfmm.." Yuqi pursed her lips, reaching back with one hand to cup the side of Soyeon's face and gently caress it. Soyeon already had her trapped in her cobwebs.

Soyeon didn't continue saying anything, instead she used her hands as a method of communication so that Yuqi understood what she wanted at that precise moment. She removed her hands from Yuqi's tits, only to give the knot at her back a little tug to remove her bikini top and leave her small mounds free.

Yuqi pressed her back against Soyeon's chest, and with a perfect view of her sexy tummy and her thighs, Soyeon lowered one of her hands down her abdomen to slide it under her bikini bottom, running her hands up. fingers between her slightly wet folds. Yuqi tensed a little between small discreet moans, which soon stopped being discreet since Soyeon inserted a finger inside her pussy.

“Mmm… so wet and silky,” Soyeon whispered, nibbling on Yuqi's earlobe. She pumped only one finger for less than a minute, and soon added a second finger inside her, then began pumping her wrist slightly faster.

At that moment you arrived.

The way to the village had been longer than you thought, Soyeon had paid for the taxi and sent it directly to the hotel where you were all staying now, so you never really knew the address of where you were going, the only idea you had you had was thanks to the photos that Soyeon had been sending you since she was there. As you were leaving the center of the city, you realized that you were going straight to the top of Beverly Hills. Luckily you had dressed for the occasion, the sun was set on your heads, but you were dressed in khaki shorts, a baggy black t-shirt and white sneakers.

As soon as she saw you out of the corner of her eye, Soyeon waved at you with her free hand for you to quickly join them. You stood to one side of the chair where both of them were accommodated, Yuqi had her eyes closed, but she noticed your presence by the shadow you generated. You didn't have time to process everything your eyes were seeing at that moment. Yuqi's small tits exposed, her pretty gasps, Soyeon fingering her pussy.

"The girls left a very short time ago..." Yuqi murmured with her eyes still closed as she enjoyed Soyeon's fingers in her pussy, "so this can only be one person."

"Hello there," you said, and Yuqi grinned before opening her eyes to see you.

"Will this finally be the day you can fuck me?" Soyeon started to move her wrist faster, pumping Yuqi's pussy, "all the time I envy Soyeon for having a guy like you's dick whenever she wants."

"We'll see about that, we'll do as the boss orders," you said, looking at Soyeon, who smiled.

"Well, the boss orders you to fuck her face, right now," Soyeon said, pulling her fingers out of Yuqi's pussy and straight into her mouth, causing her to taste her own fluids. Yuqi received Soyeon's fingers with pleasure, sucking them clean as she brought a hand to the bulge in your shorts, giving it little squeezes and massaging it until it was almost completely hard.

You quickly unbuttoned your shorts, and pulled them down to your ankles along with your boxers, releasing your cock just inches from Yuqi's face, who gaped happily in surprise.

"Fuck, I knew you had a big cock," Yuqi let out a small smile, taking your cock in one hand and stroking it slowly.

"And it's not even completely hard, go ahead and suck it," Soyeon said in Yuqi's ear, and she didn't hesitate for a second to lean forward and take the tip of your cock between her soft little lips. You gasped, and Yuqi soon took a few more inches inside her. She began to slowly suck half of your cock, purposely moaning so that your shaft would receive the vibrations. Your cock came to full hardness in a matter of seconds, and with that, Soyeon grabbed Yuqi by her hair and gently pulled her back.

"Stop right there, miss," Soyeon said, "open your mouth and stick out your tongue, I want to see that pretty face destroyed."

Yuqi obeyed Soyeon's order just as she asked, sticking out her tongue as much as she could while she stared into your eyes, waiting for you to put your cock inside there. You didn't make her wait too long, taking your manhood by the base and teasing her by rubbing your tip against her tongue a couple of times, seconds later, you finally slowly slid every inch of your length into her mouth, finding a barrier in her throat that prevented you from reaching the bottom.

You tried to push forward of her to reach her throat, but Yuqi's gag reflex made her cough and pull you out of her mouth.

"Fuck, it's too big," she said taking a long breath, "just try again," she opened her mouth again, and you slid your cock inside her again. You reached her limit once more, but this time she didn't flinch as her gag reflex jumped, she coughed against your cock, letting a large amount of saliva escape from the corner of her mouth, but just like that you could finally put your entire length inside, caressing her throat with the tip.

"Good job honey..." Soyeon complimented Yuqi, playing with her small tits between pinching and caressing her nipples. You muffled a moan against your pursed lips, and kept a hand on Yuqi's head as you began to pump your hips back and forth, slowly at first so she could get used to the feeling of deepthroating.

Your impatience didn't allow you to give her more than five minutes of warm-up, and as Soyeon continued to play with Yuqi's tits, you began to gradually increase the speed of your pumping faster than she could have expected. With each thrust you hit her throat harder, it soon got used to the sensation and let you fuck her without any impediment.

Despite showing almost no gag reflex anymore, you were fucking Yuqi's mouth so uncontrollably that your cock was completely drenched in her saliva, which also fell everywhere, especially on her creamy thighs and Soyeon hands. You grabbed a handful of Yuqi's hair tightly, and began to shake her head in coordination with your hip movements, Yuqi wrinkled her face, and in the midst of small moans she clung tightly to your hips, desperately seeking a break.

"Holy fucking god!" Yuqi exclaimed as you gave her the break she was asking for, her mouth connected to the tip of your cock by thick threads of saliva.

"I said the same thing in my mind the first time he fucked my face," Soyeon smirked, reaching a hand to your cock to drench her own hand in Yuqi's saliva, stroking quickly and finally giving your balls a light squeeze. 

"No but, this thing is massive," Yuqi said, still reaching for her breath, taking your cock with both hands at the base and giving it a few more sucks, "I can't wait to feel it inside my warm pussy."

"Don't get him excited too early, honey," Soyeon stood up, leaving Yuqi alone in the pool chair, "let's have some fun with him first."

"I couldn't agree more," still sitting on the chair, Yuqi grabbed the strap of the knot from her bikini bottom and slowly pulled it undone. She lifted her hips, and removed her bikini bottom to toss it into the pool. Now all of her luscious body was uncovered, and your eyes went straight to her plump shaved pussy.

Seeing Yuqi hadn't let you realize that next to you Soyeon had also completely undressed, you were the only idiot who still had clothes on, but you soon changed that. You threw away your shorts and boxers, you took off your shoes, and finally you took off your black shirt to be on an equal footing with the two of them. As soon as that happened, Soyeon pulled you to sit next to Yuqi, who got up to stand next to Soyeon, leaving you now alone in the chair.

"If you're going to cum don't even bother telling us, I want it to be a surprise," Soyeon said after winking at you, and next to Yuqi, she knelt between your two spread legs. Soyeon was on the left, and Yuqi on the right.

Soyeon took your cock in her hand, and the two of them leaned forward to share a steamy, intense and sensual kiss with the tip of your cock right in the middle. You moaned out loud, putting both hands on their heads and gasping for air as you watched her tongues swirl around your throbbing cock.

They continued making out with your cock in the middle for a few long seconds, where they ran their tongues down each side of your shaft, towards your balls, and then met again at your tip. Soyeon took you inside her mouth, sucking your dick up and down frantically before giving way to Yuqi, who mirrored Soyeon's intensity by giving you a quick and disastrous blowjob.

While one kept your cock in her mouth, the other concentrated on complementing it with licks on your shaft and on your balls. You couldn't think straight at the time, unable to take in the fact that you were in Beverly Hills being brutally sucked off poolside by two women of that caliber, the you of a few weeks ago would have taken it as a joke, but there you were, with the California sun overhead as you received tons of pleasure.

"Soyeonie," Yuqi said, pulling you out of her mouth between ragged breaths, "I feel like doing something we haven't done in a long time."

"And what is that?" Soyeon asked, placing small kisses on her lips.

"We'll scissor with his cock in the middle," she smiled, glancing at you, "he'll probably love that."

"Oh I bet he will," Soyeon stood up and sat with you in the pool chair on your left, while Yuqi on the right. They positioned themselves facing you, and you leaned back so they could settle on your thighs. With both girls' asses now on your thighs, they moved their pelvises forward with their knees open and brought their pussies closer to either side of your cock. You stared, and when Soyeon and Yuqi made a sandwich with their pussy folds and your dick in the middle, you almost went crazy with pleasure.

You pursed your lips as the two of them pressed against your cock with their pussies, moving their hips up and down at different paces to make it more pleasurable for you. Your cock felt hot in the middle of their warm folds, also silky and extremely wet. They both teased with taking your tip inside their pussies, but in the end they only limited themselves to rubbing your entire length up and down between sensual moans.

"You like that huh?" Yuqi asked, leaning on both of her hands just like Soyeon as she moved her hips.

"Don't you see that he can't even talk?" Soyeon asked, biting her bottom lip, her gaze fixed on you, "I bet he's about to explode."

She wasn't too far off the mark. You had your eyes closed now, concentrating on the overstimulating sea of sensations that you were receiving from the waist down at that moment. You didn't know what the fuck or how they were doing it, but somehow they managed to make you squirm in the chair while your cock slid up and down between their pussies, and before long you exploded.

"Oh fuck yeah," Yuqi moaned, watching as your cock erupted with thick streams of cum that drenched both pussies equally. You writhed between moans, while the thick white liquid ran between your cock and their pussies.

"Just wait until you have that load inside you," Soyeon smiled, separating her pussy from your cock to take it in one hand and slowly stroke it up and down, while you still let out tiny droplets of liquid.

"Can I ride him first?" Yuqi asked, sitting down, rubbing her pussy that was drenched in your cum, "please tell me yes," she begged.

"Go ahead, I want to see you jumping on that dick anyway," Soyeon smiled, and Yuqi was on top of you in a matter of seconds, planting both feet on either side of your hips. She took your cock in one hand to straighten it, and no matter how sensitive you were or that her pussy was still drenched in cum, she impaled herself completely on you. You both moaned aloud as your cock slid smoothly and slowly into her wet pussy, drawing in a deep breath as her ass rested against your pelvis.

"Holy fucking sh-!" Yuqi immediately covered her mouth to keep from swearing, but her eyes squeezed shut, and when she removed her hand from her mouth, it was gaping, "how the hell doesn't this thing rip you in half?!" the question was directed at Soyeon, who had climbed up next to you and was on her knees, her face close to Yuqi's.

"Once you get used to it, it's fucking delicious," Soyeon kissed you for a few seconds, moaning against your mouth as you reached out to grab her ass, "now jump on that cock, you little bitch."

Soyeon gave a spicy spank to Yuqi's ass, Yuqi let out a little squeak, grabbed your shoulders and obediently began to move slowly up and down, taking your cock all the way in and out of her creamy pussy, which felt like a warm, silky cloud that squeezed your shaft from all directions.

Yuqi turned her face to the side of her, meeting directly with Soyeon's lips in a passionate and hot kiss that took all your attention. Your cock throbbed inside Yuqi's pussy due to the sensual scene, and Yuqi, feeling it, began to move faster, giving your pelvis the first crashes it was going to receive from her round ass.

Your previously still hands now went to Yuqi's ass, holding it while it bounced up and down against your cock. You gave her another spank, squeezing both wobbly cheeks together hard then plunging your mouth right onto her pretty little tits. Her nipples hardened inside your mouth, and you sucked, licked, and kissed as much as you could.

Yuqi removed her hand from one of your shoulders and used it to cling to Soyeon's neck from behind, muffling loud moans against her lips as she began to frantically bounce on your cock, causing a euphony of lewd sounds that had your inner flame on you ablaze.

"Fuck... I want to eat you," Yuqi said against Soyeon's lips, while she was still jumping on top of you, "and I want you to fuck me from behind," she said looking at you now, biting your lower lip.

"Let's go to the ground then, we don't have enough space here," Soyeon said, getting off her chair and going to lie down on the side of the pool, her back and her ass on the synthetic grass.

Yuqi got up from your cock and followed Soyeon, landing on her hands and knees with her face only inches from Soyeon's pussy. She didn't bother to wait for you, she just plunged her face into her drenched pussy and began to clean all the remaining cum from between her folds with her tongue.

Soyeon's moans were soon present when Yuqi's tongue began to work intensely on her pussy. You got down from the chair, and knelt behind Yuqi's magnificent upturned ass. You took your cock in one hand, and after rubbing your tip a couple of times between her wet folds, you slid with a single push to the bottom of her pussy.

Yuqi moaned against Soyeon's little pussy, who had her hand between the blonde strands of the girl you were fucking so hard her ass bounced in mesmerizing shock waves. One of her buttocks had a red mark in the shape of your hand, so you decided to leave one exactly the same on her other buttock, then grab onto her waist and pump hard in and out of her.

The blonde girl had already been stimulated in almost every way for a long time, so it didn't take long for her to reach her orgasm when you least expected it. Her entire body began to shake, and she pulled away from Soyeon's pussy so she could growl with all her might, her hands clinging to the synthetic grass in intense spasms.

You slowed down your pumping considerably, letting Yuqi's orgasm pass to pull your cock out of her pussy. Yuqi kept moaning, her face resting against Soyeon's lower abdomen.

"Shit... what the fuck was that," she gasped, her eyes slightly teary, "I've never felt a cock like that in my life."

"Don't get too used to it either," Soyeon said, caressing her hair, which was still tied in a nearly undone bun, "that cock is all mine."

"Come ride this cock then, bitch," you taunted Soyeon, sitting on the grass with your hands resting behind you and your legs spread out.

Soyeon took the teasing as a challenge, and she carefully broke away from Yuqi (who stayed lying on the grass to watch the two of you) to crawl towards you, climbing onto your lap with her thighs braced on either side of your hips and take your cock already lubricated with Yuqi's fluids inside her tight pussy.

You wrapped your arms around Soyeon's petite frame and let her begin to move up and down your cock, riding you slow and sensual at first as she searched for your lips to kiss between moans filled with mutual desire.

Your hands went to her wide hips, holding your fingers there for a few seconds before moving to her ass, as smooth and tight as ever. You squeezed and spanked it with both hands, and Soyeon moaned into your mouth, tangling her slender fingers in the strands of your hair and pulling slightly as she took your cock in and out completely.

Soyeon pushed you, and your back was flat against the warm grass. The intense Californian sun blinded you for a few seconds, but Soyeon's raven hair together with her face soon served as an awning for you. Her small tits pressed against your chest, and her face sank into your neck to nibble, suck, and kiss as she planted her feet on the grass on either side of your hips and began to bounce hard up and down.

Her body was small and skinny, but you were always impressed with how hard she could fuck sometimes, and this was one of those times, it was like the sun was giving her enough energy to almost break you in half with every bounce of her ass against you.

After having left your neck full of teeth marks and slight hickeys, she returned to your mouth, drowning out the intense moans that were a warning that she was soon about to explode. Her already tight pussy smothered your cock from all directions, the sensation making you moan along with her, and within seconds you both came at the same time.

Soyeon grabbed both of her hands around your neck, squeezing it tight as she bounced slower, but also harder and more aggressively against your cock, which shot thick streams of cum into her throbbing pussy. You couldn't help but moan out loud, psychologically and sensorially overstimulated, your first instinct was also to grab Soyeon by the neck, and since your strength was superior to hers, the grip of your fingers around her neck made her loosen your neck

She moaned and writhed, unable to breathe properly due to the pair of hands she had clamped on her slender neck. Your cum was starting to spill around your cock, staining it all over and leaving her pussy extremely creamy and slippery. When your orgasms had passed you let go of her neck, and she collapsed forward with very heavy breathing. You felt that she was going to pass out, but with the seconds she was relaxing.

"Damn, you guys fuck hard don't you?" you heard Yuqi ask behind you, you peeked over the side of Soyeon's body, seeing her lying on her side with her legs crossed and resting on her elbow.

"Ask Minnie," you said, placing a hand on Soyeon's lower back as she recovered.

"No need, she already told me," Soyeon, who was still catching her breath, raised her head to look at you with a raised eyebrow, and you returned the same look, "Hey, how about we go to a bedroom?" asked the blonde girl, "Getting a tan wasn't on my mind today."

"Can you get up, honey?" you asked Soyeon, and she nodded.

"You'll have to carry me over there," she said, sitting up with your cock still inside her. She lifted her hips slowly, pulling you out of her with a little 'pop'. The cum immediately spilled over your lower abdomen and your cock, an opportunity that Yuqi did not miss to clean both you and Soyeon. She first used her tongue to clean the pool of liquid on your abdomen, then she sucked you for a few seconds until your cock was shiny, and then she ate Soyeon's pussy until her folds were completely clean.

"Come on, stand up," Yuqi said after feasting on your load, "I haven't enjoyed this cock enough yet."

You used all the strength of your legs and your lower body to get up with Soyeon in your arms, all to be able to put her down and pick her up again, but this time on your right shoulder, holding her by the thighs. This done, you gestured with your eyes to Yuqi to go forward. She started walking into the house, and you followed her from behind.

You noticed that the house had quite a few bedrooms, but you chose one on the top floor, the one with a direct view of the pool and the rest of Beverly Hills. You were all alone in the house, so you didn't even bother to close the door when you came in. It was also not necessary to turn on the lights in the bedroom, enough natural light entered to illuminate every corner of the room without much complication. In that bedroom there were already open suitcases and messy clothes here and there, so you guessed that it was Yuqi and someone else's room. Who? You didn't know, but the panties you were seeing were definitely not Soyeon's or Minnie's.

You left Soyeon face up on one of the beds, and immediately your gaze focused on Yuqi, who you were sure saw you in the same way that you were seeing her, dying to continue tasting every corner of that thick body. She walked towards you, and brought a hand to your cock to stroke it slowly, crashing her lips against yours in a slow and sensual kiss, meanwhile, out of the corner of your eye you could see how Soyeon put a hand between her open legs and began to touch herself very vaguely.

Yuqi knew your cock must still be a bit sensitive, so she was as gentle as she could as she returned it to its full hardness. On the other hand, your hands went through every corner of her body to feel the delicious meat that made it up under your fingers, you were obsessed with her tummy and her waist, but all your attention was focused on her magnificent ass, which you squeezed hard to making Yuqi moan against your lips and have her body press against yours.

"I want to eat your pussy so bad…" you murmured against her lips. She was playing with your balls, "would you grant me that honor?"

"The honor of having that tongue in my pussy would be mine," her hand returned to your cock, this time she was stroking it slightly faster.

"I know a way you can suck my cock while I do it..."

"It just so happens that me too," she giggled, "go ahead, pretty boy."

You separated from her and went to sit on the edge of the bed where Soyeon was lying. You laid your back on the soft mattress, and Yuqi climbed on the bed to later climb on top of you. She straddled your abdomen with her back to you, and moved slowly until her thighs were on either side of your head and hers were her pretty pussy inches from your mouth. Yuqi flopped forward, her small tits pressed against your lower abdomen, and as she took your cock into her mouth, you wrapped your arms around her waist to make her hips drop, and therefore, make your nose and your mouth will be buried between her buttocks.

The first taste you had of her pussy drove you crazy almost immediately, so in no time you were eating her mouthwateringly, using your tongue to stimulate every corner of her slit to the best of your ability. Yuqi moaned around your shaft, and began to pump her head up and down, making wet noises and holding on to your thighs.

Her ass squashed against your face felt like a soft cotton quilt, shaky and still red from your spanks earlier. Both of her buttocks were once again massaged and squeezed by you, this time spreading them apart in order to have better access to her slit. Yuqi moaned louder around your cock, and she gave you a deep throat that took your breath away for a few seconds, apparently she already knew what she was capable of.

She took you out of her mouth for a moment, to spit all the saliva accumulated against your cock and jerk you off quickly, seconds later, to wrap her lips around your shaft again and pump her head frantically. You took your tongue as deep as possible inside her pussy, stimulating her pussy walls and then quickly licking between her folds, also touching her clit along the way.

At a certain moment the light bulb went on with an idea that you were sure that Soyeon, who was fingering herself while you ate each other, was going to love. You clung tightly to Yuqi's body with your arms, and using all the strength in your legs (with some instinctive help from Yuqi), you stood up with Yuqi still clinging to your body and her mouth on your cock, making a standing 69.

“Holy shit…” Soyeon said out loud, expressing her astonishment but also moaning at the hot scene before her eyes. Yuqi clung to your neck with her strong thighs, testing the stamina of your muscles as you felt as if you were being constricted by a reticulated python. Your arms also clung around her body, and you kept eating her pussy like a hungry dog while she choked on your cock. You stayed in that position for at least a minute until Soyeon threw a pillow at you, "stop, I want her to do that with me."

"And what do I get in return?" you asked, kissing Yuqi's thighs.

"You can do what you want with us anyway," she replied, "now bring her to me," she ordered, and you had no choice but to obey.

You lay back on the bed, and Yuqi pulled you out of her mouth to get off of you. She grabbed a pillow and positioned herself on her back horizontally to the bed, Soyeon climbed on top of her, and as soon as she left her ass floating above Yuqi's face, she caught her with her arms and pressed their bodies together, both of them faces now buried in each other's pussy.

You dedicated yourself to just watching how they did her own 69, Yuqi clinging to Soyeon's small waist while she held the blonde girl by her thighs, lifting them up and spreading her legs wide to have better access to her pussy. They both looked completely committed to making the other moan as loud as possible, Soyeon was even using two of her fingers to finger Yuqi while the tip of her tongue was focused on her clit. Yuqi was also using her salivated fingers, but not to finger her pussy, but her butthole, which gave in very easily to her fingers and let them slide in and out like nothing.

Seeing that made you want to get in on the action, so you got to your knees between Yuqi's spread legs and in front of Soyeon's twisted face. You had been giving Yuqi quite a bit of attention for the past few minutes, which is why the first thing you did was take your throbbing cock in one hand, Soyeon's head in the other, and guide your shaft directly into her mouth and straight to her throat.

Not being ready for it, Soyeon choked on your cock at first, coughing a few times against it and making a mess of saliva between your shaft and Yuqi's pussy. You didn't come out of her mouth, instead, you let her find a way to catch her breath before starting to fuck her mouth mercilessly.

You grabbed two fistfuls of Soyeon's hair with both of your hands, pulling her head towards your cock and using her mouth as a puny sex doll. Yuqi kept eating her pussy, and now she had her hands on each of her buttocks to squeeze them hard. Soyeon moaned and writhed like crazy because of her pleasure, and lots of saliva kept spilling from her mouth, landing directly on Yuqi's pussy, which already looked too tempting for you.

A few seconds passed when you took your cock out of Soyeon's mouth and took it directly to Yuqi's pussy, sliding inside her with just a simple movement of your hips. You heard how the blonde girl separated from Soyeon's pussy, letting out a loud moan of satisfaction as she felt you deep inside her wet pussy again.

"That's honey, take all that juicy cock," Soyeon moaned, licking Yuqi's clit as you placed your hands on her milky thighs and began fucking her just as hard as Soyeon's mouth.

Just like Soyeon a few minutes ago, Yuqi was squirming under her body with her hands on Soyeon's waist, her nails digging into her flesh with such force that it looked like it was going to draw blood from her. That didn't stop you from continuing to pump in and out of her, completely ecstatic at how soft her plump pussy felt inside.

You pulled your cock out of Yuqi's pussy, and once again took it inside Soyeon's mouth, to frantically fuck her throat. Your hand went to her hair to pull it back, but you used the other to slap her hard as her mouth was a complete mess of saliva and tears falling from her eyes. She looked at you with weak but defiant eyes, inviting you to give her another slap, and so you did, another slap right to her cheek, causing several strands of her hair to stick to her sweaty face.

Not a minute passed when you returned once more to Yuqi's pussy, but this time you wouldn't last too long, because a few strong pounds against her pussy were enough for Yuqi to explode for the second time that day, screaming against Soyeon's pussy and desperately searching something to break so she could channel all the energy her orgasm was hitting her with. She found nothing, and all she did was pull the sheet off the edges of the bed after crumpling and pulling it.

"She cums way harder than Minnie, holy fuck," you gasped, looking over at Soyeon, who just grinned looking over her shoulder at Yuqi.

"Forget about her for a second and fuck my ass, right now, I'm close," Soyeon commanded, strands of her hair still clinging to her forehead.

You moved to the side of them and grabbed Soyeon around her waist to pull her off of Yuqi (who was staring blankly as she tried to take in what had happened) and face down against the mattress. You braced both of your legs on either side of her hips, and slid the tip of your cock between her buttocks a few times before finding her butthole and driving your cock deep inside.

Soyeon moaned loudly, and clung to the already wrinkled sheets as you pinned her against the bed with all the weight of your body. You left your hands fisted against the mattress on either side of Soyeon's head, and began to move up and down with the sole objective of pounding the girl below you so hard that she couldn't walk properly for the rest of the day.

The sound of your pelvis crashing against her wide ass resounded loudly throughout the silent house, as did Soyeon's desperate shrieks as you knocked the air out of her with each thrust. One of your hands went to the nape of her neck, supporting all your weight on it to keep her head glued to the mattress. It was like that for a few seconds, until you directly grabbed her hair carelessly to leave her cheek pressed down.

You spent a few long seconds fucking her face down, hammering her tight butthole until you wanted to change her position, and without getting out of her, you manipulated her like a rag doll and turned her on her side with her legs drawn up. From that position you could see her face completely destroyed and sweaty, but also full of lust and desire. You started moving again, pumping furiously in and out of her to lean forward, spit in her face, then slap her hard again. Soyeon growled, incredibly turned on by how rudely and roughly you were treating her.

You clung to her waist, and she clung to your forearm. Tears were coming out of her eyes, and you wanted nothing more than to leave her completely destroyed in every possible way, a sign of this were your clenched teeth, or the thick drop of sweat that ran down the side of your face, always present every time you and Soyeon fucked like animals.

Soyeon's neck was once again adorned by a pretty hand-shaped necklace, your fingers clinging around it and cutting off her breath as you delivered what would be the last thrusts before she exploded. You had already made her cum this strong, violent and good, but this was the first time that she let out a stream of squirt when you fucked her ass. The fluid stained your legs, and she completely drenched the mattress beneath you as she jerked and trembled as if she were demonically possessed. She wanted to moan and scream, but the hand on her neck wouldn't let her.

You let her relax patiently, moving your hips very slowly in and out of her butthole, which you could appreciate how incredibly dilated you had left seconds after you had pulled out of her.

"You guys scare me… you fuck like wild animals," Yuqi sighed, who was prone lying on her own forearms, feet moving separately in the air.

"And I'm not even done with both of you, cutie," you winked at her, leaving Soyeon for a moment to get on top of Yuqi, pressing your cock against her buttocks, grabbing her by the neck and pulling her head back so that your lips will meet.

You two made out for a few long seconds, in which she moved her wide hips and her ass up to rub against your cock. She was looking for just one thing, and you certainly weren't going to deny her that, but first you played with her a bit, using your free hand to play with her nipples, you pinched them for a moment, and then you moved the same hand to get it under her body, reaching her pussy and gently rubbing her folds with your index and middle fingers.

Yuqi moaned tenderly against your lips, and she reached back with one hand to cup your cock and stroke it slowly. You pleasured each other that way for much longer than you planned, her pussy felt so good in your fingers, as did her soft hand wrapped around your throbbing cock, eager to spill another thick load. 

"Jeez, fuck me already, please," Yuqi moaned, taking your cock between her buttocks and rubbing it against her slit. You kissed her again, and satisfied her carnal desires by taking your cock for the third time inside her pussy. Yuqi's body shuddered, and her muffled moan against your lips let you know that from that position you were hitting a sensitive spot for her.

You began to slowly move your hips up and down, fucking her in a careful and sensual way, seeking to touch that sensitive spot with each of your pumps. It was certainly working, Yuqi was holding both of your forearms tightly, and her breathing was already rough. She helped you to caress inside her, moving her ass up every time you pushed down. You moaned against each other's lips, filled with pleasure and submerged in your lust.

"Hey, fuck both of us… I want to do something," Yuqi begged between moans, looking at Soyeon face down like her.

Soyeon next to you was face down with one leg up, staring at you and completely still, without saying a single word or moving a single muscle. She was scary sometimes, and this was one of those times when you'd rather do everything you could to not make her even scarier. You had bad experiences seeing her upset.

"Get on top of her then, go," you said in Yuqi's ear, and she nodded. You came out of her, and she got up to lie on her stomach right on top of Soyeon, who didn't complain knowing what you two had in mind.

You knelt between their legs, your cock pointing right between the two pussies stacked on top of each other. You were forced to choose, but while you thought about your choice you dedicated yourself to touching both pussies separately, Soyeon's first, taking two fingers inside her and pumping them slowly, while bending your back to eat Yuqi's pussy.

The symphony of groans began, and with it the inspiration came to you. You reversed her roles, but since you couldn't reach Soyeon's pussy with your mouth, you used your other hand to rub her clit while the one with your fingers inside her was Yuqi. That's when you made your choice, taking your cock and taking it inside Soyeon's pussy.

You started fucking Soyeon as fast as that position would allow, continuing to give Yuqi the attention she deserved from her, using your hands to massage her buttocks and finger her pussy to soften her up, getting her ready for her turn. The two of them were sharing a kiss right in front of you, and Yuqi brought a hand under Soyeon's body to quickly rub her clit as your cock pumped in and out of her pussy. The three of you moaned in different tones and levels, Soyeon being the loudest but being partly silenced by Yuqi's lips.

After a few seconds you quickly made the switch, now bringing your cock inside Yuqi, who broke away from Soyeon's lips only to let out a primal growl of pure pleasure. You gave one of her milky buttocks a hard spank, rekindling the bright red mark in the shape of your hand that was already fading. You repeated with her other buttock, and now her ass was burning red hot right before your eyes.

Yuqi kept rubbing Soyeon's pussy, so you didn't need to focus too much on pleasuring her as well, since your job was being facilitated, you just dedicated yourself to fucking her hard, holding onto her ass with one hand as you watched them making out between desperate moans.

You switched between pussies again, this time going back to Soyeon's, which you noticed was already tighter and tenser than normal, a sign that her orgasm was near. You spat on Yuqi's pussy, and pumped your fingers in and out of it again while hammering Soyeon's little pussy.

You knew your girl pretty well, and you weren't wrong when you thought her orgasm was just around the corner.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!!" she finally screamed breaking free of Yuqi's lips before exploding with another intense stream of squirt, which this time not only stained your legs but also part of Yuqi's crotch and pussy.

"Holy mother, woman," Yuqi gasped, pinning her under her body as she writhed and shrieked.

As soon as Soyeon's orgasm passed you focused one last time on Yuqi, taking your cock inside her with a single thrust and pounding her pussy as hard as you could, even planting your feet on either side of them for a better angle and moving faster. From there your hand reached her blonde hair already completely loose from her to grab a handful and yank it back violently. A few pushes were enough to make her cum too.

Yuqi didn't cum as hard or as violently as Soyeon, but you were sure that she was enjoying that orgasm as much as the previous two, besides, you had been hitting her sensitive spot at all times, a factor that contributed to her pussy dripping with fluids very slightly.

"What was it you wanted to do?" you asked Yuqi, slowly pumping your cock in and out of her throbbing pussy.

"I want you to come in our faces to give Minnie a little surprise," she asked, and you raised an eyebrow, suspicious but not complaining about being complicit in it.

You came out inside her and Yuqi automatically got off Soyeon to her back, Soyeon was still unable to move properly, so you had to help her to her back as well. Now with both girls on their backs, with their faces next to each other, you knelt in front of their heads and began masturbating just above them. Yuqi and Soyeon stuck out their tongues, and Soyeon put a hand to your balls to squeeze as you soon reached your peak.

Long minutes of holding your load resulted in an intense eruption of cum coming straight from inside your cock. You moaned loudly, quickly stroking your cock while shooting thick streams of cum on both faces, painting every corner of them, their foreheads, their noses, their tongues and even their chins. Both pretty faces were completely smeared with white like an abstract painting.

"You want me to take a picture of you, right?" You gasped, catching your breath and stopping stroking your cock since your balls were already emptied.

"Actually I want to do it myself, would you be so kind as to pass me my phone?" Yuqi asked, "It's the one with the black case with white puppies."

"Whatever you say," you sighed, standing up and looking everywhere for the damn phone, it turned out to be in the window frame that overlooked the pool, "what the hell is it doing here? It could fall."

"Don't ask and give it to me," she said, and you rolled your eyes, handing it over.

Yuqi entered the front camera, and as if it were a photocard, both of them posed for a perfectly beautiful and functional selfie, except for the detail that they were completely covered with your cum. You also saw how she entered Minnie's chat and sent her the picture.

That's when you heard footsteps in the hallway, they were too quick to react to it, so the three of you stood completely still when Miyeon entered the room, apparently not noticing you as she had entered with her eyes on her phone and then looked for something in her suitcase. You stay completely silent, hoping that just as she walked in with no idea what was going on, she could leave, but you weren't so lucky.

"AHHHHHHH!" she squealed rather loudly, bringing both of her hands up to cover her mouth. Her eyes were wide open, observing the three naked bodies just a few meters from her. Between all the hustle and bustle you had not heard either of the two doors open, neither the main gate nor the door of the house. The princess had caught you in the act, and she had already seen your cock.

You noticed how her cheeks turned bright red like her whole face, she was stunned, and she only took a few steps back until she ran out of the bedroom.

Yuqi, Soyeon and you burst into laughter.

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The deafening screams and cheers of the fans were still ringing in Yuqi's ears as she finally staggered off stage, her members similarly buzzing with adrenaline energy around her. 

But despite the adrenaline still pumping through her blood, the person on Yuqi's mind in this moment wasn't one of her G-IDLE members, or even her fans...it was him - her boyfriend who she hadn't seen in months thanks to their conflicting schedules and due to her world tour.

She had resigned herself to their usual lengthy separation after shows, only able to stay connected through short, delayed phone calls and video chats. It was the new normal when you both had demanding careers in different countries. But then yesterday he texted, out of the blue that he flew out and would be at this Seoul show to surprise her, and Yuqi hadn't stopped smiling since.

Weaving through the organised backstage chaos, she scanned the crowds of staff urgently, not even bothering to change yet. Where was he? Her stomach fluttered with a mixture of anxiety and nerves. What if she misunderstood and he wasn't actually...

And then she spotted him - leaning casually against a concrete wall looking unfairly hot in dark jeans and a black tshirt that hugged his tall, bulky frame. He was watching her approach with that smile she had missed for months, the one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners like a crescent moon  and her heart skips several beats.

"Oh my god!, you're actually here!" Yuqi squealed, launching herself at him recklessly. Strong arms caught her, spinning her in a circle as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She was dimly aware of people probably staring, but she didn't care one bit.  Laughing, he set her down gently. "Of course I'm here baby! You didn't think I would miss your show in Seoul did you?" His large hands lingered on her hips, thumbs just barely grazing the strip of bare skin between her “tank top” and leather pants.

"Ahem!" 

The unexpected loud throat clearing jolted them back to semi-coherent reality. Breaking apart awkwardly, Yuqi felt her cheeks flame as she met the dancing backup singer's amused smirk. Whoops. 

"Maybe we should continue this somewhere more private?" Y/N suggested, equally red if not more but his eyes still heated. Yuqi quickly agreed, grabbing his hand to lead him away before they scared any other staff members.

They bid goodbye to her members, who sent them off with eyebrow waggles and whistles. Soyeon made some cheeky comment about using protection that Yuqi pointedly ignored. There were more important things on the brain right now, like fucking her boyfriend into the next life….

The sexually charged tension from earlier snapped back instantly once alone in the car. Yuqi just couldn't keep her hands to herself - after being deprived of his touch for so long, she desperately needed to feel him. Starting innocently on his thigh, her hand wandered higher each red light, loving his sharp inhales when she "accidentally" touched the front of his jeans.

"Fuck..." he choked out, grabbing her wrist before she made contact. "Behave, unless you want me to wreck this rental..." 

Yuqi just bit her swollen bottom lip, eyes dancing, this was going to be fun...

By some miracle they arrived at her apartment intact. They barely shut the front door before crashing together again like magnets. Clothes disappeared rapidly between sloppy kisses. His shirt hit the floor, followed by her half-zipped leather pants stumbling down the hall. Falling sideways onto the unmade bed finally skin to skin, all remaining rational thoughts out the window. 

Propping himself up on one elbow, he allowed himself a long appreciative look at the gorgeous naked woman before him. From her flushed face and kiss-bitten lips, over smooth collar bones to perky round tits peaked in lust, down the feminine curve of her waist to those sexy black lace panties...

His heated gaze snapped back up to meet her own wandering one, catching her shamelessly ogling the bulge in his tented boxers. He smirked.

"Enjoying the view, baby?" 

"Mmhmm..." Yuqi purred, shifting closer until her lips just barely grazed the shell of his ear. 

"Though I think you're still a bit overdressed down there..." 

Not needing any further encouragement, she wrapped one delicate hand around his considerable length through the thin fabric - hard as steel and already leaking in anticipation. Groaning, his head dropped back against the sheets at that first tantalising contact.

"Fuck, I missed you," he grit out. Surging up to capture her grinning lips again, he kissed her deeply, tongues sliding. His hands slid down to grip her lace-covered ass, hauling her tighter against him until she could feel every hard ridge of cock. 

Breaking their heated lip-lock with a gasp as one thick finger slipped unexpectedly under those panties to drag through her slick folds, Yuqi's eyes fluttered closed. 

"Oh yes, just like that..."

Easily sliding first one, then a second digit into her welcoming heat, he watched in a haze as she began to slowly fuck herself on his hand. Shoving those same fingers upwards, he simultaneously rubbed her swollen clit, smirking when her inner walls instantly clenched tighter at the dual sensations. 

"Fuck baby you're dripping...Can't wait to feel this tight little pussy squeezing my cock again." The gravelly words against her ear made a more slick gush, drenching his pumping fingers. 

"Mmm what's...ah!...stopping you?" She managed to gasp out between moans. The delicious tension coiled tighter and tighter in her core, right on the brink...

And then suddenly, maddeningly he withdrew his fingers. Snapping her eyes open, she whined in frustrated protest - but then caught the positively horny glint in his hooded gaze. Maintaining eye contact, he slowly, deliberately brought those slick fingers to his mouth. A deep groan rumbled in his broad chest as he licked them clean of her juices.

"Mm delicious as always, baby. But it would be a damn shame if this ended too quickly..." 

With unfair ease he flipped them so she was on her back, caged between strong arms. Reflexively Yuqi spread her legs in blatant invitation, aching and empty. But instead of lining himself up, he shifted downwards. Large hands pushed her thighs further apart, baring her glistening pussy. 

"I think you deserve a reward first for that killer show tonight..." 

Yuqi barely processed his husky promise before she felt the soft heat of his tongue drag firmly from her leaking entrance up to circle her aching clit. 

"Oh fuck!" Her fingers instantly tangled almost painfully in his hair, hips bucking. Humming approvingly at her reaction, he gripped her waist with steely strength to hold her still. 

"Been way too fucking long since I got to properly taste this pretty pussy..."

Then he dove back in with shameless enthusiasm, alternating broad licks with tight circles concentrated right around her swollen clit. Yuqi saw literal stars behind her clenched eyelids. When he sealed his lips around that straining bundle of nerves to suck firmly, she nearly convulsed right off the bed. 

"Yes yes yes just like that oppa!" she heard herself babbling mindlessly. The filthy endearment she knew drove him wild always slipped out unfiltered in moments like this. As expected, his answering groan reverberated straight to her clenching core. So close...

But once again, just before she toppled over the cliff's edge into oblivion, he stopped. Sitting back on his heels with a smug grin that she wanted to slap off his handsome face. 

"Fucking TEASE!" she accused in a breathless whine, chest heaving as she kicked his chest gently. His chuckle came out strained, cock visibly throbbing almost angrily behind those damned boxers.

"Now now, watch that naughty mouth babygirl..." He mock scolded. When she just scowled, he arched an eyebrow. 

"What do good girls say?"

Huffing at the game but deciding to play along, Yuqi relaxed back against the sheets, letting her thighs fall open in unmistakable invitation. Biting her lower lip coyly, she met his darkening gaze through her lashes. 

"Please make me cum with your cock oppa..." she whispered. 

His lips crashed back to hers roughly. "That's my good girl," he rasped when they finally broke for air. Gripping her hips hard enough to leave fingertip bruises, he guided his painfully swollen length through her slick folds before sinking into her sloppy heat. Their twin groans echoed loudly in the room.

"Fuckkk you feel even better than I remember baby," he praised through gritted teeth, buried to the hilt inside her silken pussy. Restraint evident in every quivering muscle, he gave her a moment to adjust while she revelled at having this part of him back where he belonged. 

Propping himself up on forearms braced on either side of her head, he began a slow retreat. Their heated gazes locked, both holding breath...Only to gasp it back out sharply as he snapped his hips forward, filling her completely again. Yuqi saw literal stars at the perfect angle dragging along her g-spot.

"Oh yes, just like that oppa!" 

Needing no further encouragement he quickly built an aggressive rhythm - almost  brutal snap of his hips punctuated by the lewd sound of skin slapping on skin. Interspersed with their mingling moans and curses were wet noises from her sopping pussy greedily swallowing every vein-lined inch again and again. 

Fingers tangling almost too-tightly in her fanned black hair, he claimed her bitten lips in a messy clash of tongues and teeth. Breaking away with a gravelly groan, his head dropped to mouth wetly at the slender column of her arched throat. 

"Fuck you take me so well Yuyu... Gonna make you cum so hard on my cock." 

She could only mewl affirmatively, nails raking red trails down his flexing back at each punishing plunge. Tilting her hips up sharply, she eagerly met his every thrust, inner tension coiling impossibly tight. So fucking close...

Sensing her impending release, he shifted angles - somehow hitting even deeper. One large hand left her hair to slip between their sweat-slick bodies, fingers instantly finding her neglected clit to rub hard, fast circles in time with his pounding hips.

"Be a good girl and cum for oppa..." he commanded, pinching the swollen nub ruthlessly. That bit of pain/pleasure pushed her shrieking over the edge - cunt spasming violently around his relentless cock still hammering into her throughout the endless pulses of ecstasy. 

Vision whiting out, Yuqi was only vaguely aware of his gravelly praises murmured against her temple as she slowly floated back down. 

"So fucking gorgeous when you cum baby..." 

She mewled when he carefully withdrew his still rock-hard length, her sensitive walls fluttering around sudden emptiness. But he kept her thighs cradled open, massaging the trembling muscles soothingly. 

"Think you can give me another sweet girl?" His cock prodded just barely back inside her sopping entrance, teasing them both. Still breathing hard, Yuqi managed to nod eagerly. 

"Want you...to cum inside me next," she affirmed huskily. That lusty glint returning tenfold, he surged back into her welcoming heat with a loud groan. 

"Fuck yes... Take this cock just like that."

Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, nails biting in with each pleasurable drag along her sensitised walls. When he made to pull out again, she locked her ankles behind his thrusting ass - keeping him buried balls deep. 

Breaking their messy kiss with an approving chuckle, he carefully flipped them without severing their intimate connection. Now straddling his hips, Yuqi braced both hands on his chiselled chest as she began working her still-trembling thighs to ride him. Slowly at first, loving the delicious stretch of her stuffed pussy around his girth. 

But soon she built up eager speed, tits jiggling wildly with each rise and fall. His large hands anchored bruisingly on her waist, guiding each slick slide along his entire length. The lewd sound of their coupling filled the room.

"Fuck yes, just like that Yu. Ride my cock..." One hand left her hip to roughly palm a bouncing tit, pinching her tightened peak. Whimpering as sparks shot straight down, she ground her hips tighter. So deep... Chasing that peak again she slipped one hand between them, finding her swollen clit and rubbing urgent circles around the sensitive nub. 

Imminent orgasm rolled hot at her core for the second time. Leaning down without losing rhythm, her lips found his ear. 

"M'close again oppa," she panted, clenching teasingly along his thickness. "I want you to fill me up with your cum..." 

His answering groan sounded pained, cock jerking inside her. His bruising grip yanked her down hard once, twice more before she felt the hot pulses of his release coat her fluttering inner walls. That sensation tipped her over too - cunt spasming erratically around him, drawing out every drop as she moaned her climax. 

Chests heaving, Yuqi collapsed against him, their mixed juices already seeping onto his thighs. His softening cock slipped free and she hummed at the loss. Propping up slightly to meet his dazed eyes, she deliberately dragged two fingers through the slippery combination of their orgasms before bringing them to her puffy lips. Maintaining eye contact, she licked them clean with a tiny moan.

"Mmm delicious oppa." Ignoring his halfhearted swat for her teasing, she giggled against his neck placatingly. 

After a few moments catching their breath, he gently manoeuvred her Jello-like limbs off him towards the bathroom. Under the warm spray he carefully cleaned every inch of her thoroughly used body himself. The loving tenderness made Yuqi's chest squeeze almost painfully. She wished they could stay in this little bubble together indefinitely, ignoring the outside world...

But eventually prune-like fingers made them move from the cooling water. Towelling off, Yuqi noticed the mess of clothes still thrown haphazardly from front door to bed. Slipping into his discarded tshirt like a micro dress, she padded towards the kitchen to whip up some food. 

They cooked a simple pasta dish together, conversation flowing easily about everything and nothing. His arms wrapped around her from behind while tomatoes simmered or noodles boiled, chin hooking casually over her shoulder. Unable to resist, Yuqi tilted her head giving him access to nip and suck marks along the curve of her neck. Things nearly got derailed onto the kitchen floor at one point. 

Later stuffed full of oily pasta, they collapsed sideways on her couch not even bothering to get dressed yet. Half paying attention to some drama rerun, Yuqi drew nonsensical patterns across his bare chest with a fingernail. The occasional rumble of his laughter vibrated against her cheek where it lay tucked under his arm. Everything just felt so right. 

As the moonlight fading towards early sunrise outside though, reality began creeping back in. Stomach sinking, Yuqi realised she had no idea how long they actually had left together before...

"When does your flight leave?" She tried to keep her tone light despite the sudden ache blooming behind her ribs. His sigh ruffled her hair. 

"9am." Glancing at her phone screen, she calculated barely 5 hours now remained in their little haven. Sensing her mood shift, he hugged her tighter against his side. 

"It's not goodbye forever though, okay Yuyu? I'll visit again as soon as I can get more time off work, I promise. We'll figure this out." 

Still she had to bite her lip hard to keep sudden tears at bay. Sucking in a deep breath, she sat up abruptly before the dark thoughts could take hold. Grabbing his hand off her waist, she fixed a cheeky grin on her face.

"Well no point moping about it now huh? We've still got a few hours left to enjoy!" Not giving him a chance to react, she dragged him stumbling back towards the rumpled bed, already shrugging his oversized tee off one shoulder...

Over the next hours they proceeded to make more thorough use of every surface of her apartment, switching positions and places continuously. By silent mutual agreement, they didn't speak about his leave again, choosing to stay locked in each other's eyes or connected by roaming mouths and hands instead. Committing every muffled moan and pleasured gasp to memory for the next lonely stretch that loomed ahead.

All too soon however, the dreaded alarm on her phone shrilly announced it was time. A heavy silence surrounded the bedroom where they lay tangled up, hearts still racing from their last frantic fuckery not even 10 minutes prior. 

As if putting it off could somehow stop the inevitable, they lingered longer under the sheets sharing soft, slow kisses. But his return flight wouldn't wait, responsibilities in another country calling insistently. So finally with a deep sigh he untangled their limbs and rose to gather scattered clothes. Yuqi couldn't bring herself to move yet, just watching silently with the sheet held over her bare boobs. 

Once dressed, her Y/N, sat back on the edge of the mattress, fingers combing gently through her tangled hair. 

"Come on baby, don't look at me like that," he cajoled softly. "This isn't forever, just a few more months."

Yuqi bit her lip, trying and failing to force a smile. His warm palm cupped her cheek, thumb swiping away a stray tear before it could fall. 

"Promise you'll video chat me the minute you land?" she asked in a small voice. He smiled gently. 

"Of course. And I'll be back to visit again before you know it." Ducking his head, he kissed her tenderly. "Wild horses couldn't keep me away for too long."

A moment passes as they stare at each others eyes, lost, "I love you, you know..." The whispered words blurt out before she could second guess them. It was the first time either had actually voiced the emotion out loud. His answering smile practically lit up the room.

"I love you too," he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing. Happiness bubbled up Yuqi's chest and she dragged him down into a slick kiss. 

Too soon though, her phone alarm blared again, signalling it was time to depart for the airport. With a reluctant sigh he gently extracted her clinging limbs from around his shoulders. 

"C'mon baby, don't make this harder," he chided without any real heat. Shouldering his backpack, he kept an arm wrapped securely around her waist as they made their way out to the idling taxi. The ride passed in near silence, her hand clinging almost desperately to his larger one the whole way.

At the busy terminal, he checked his bag through to the gate before turning to properly say goodbye. Yuqi fiddled anxiously with the hem of his shirt hanging around her thighs - the nearest thing to a security blanket for when he was gone. Sensing her distress, he tucked a knuckle under her chin, tipping her face up.

"Hey, no more tears okay? This is just see you later." lowering his head he kissed her sweetly. When they separated, Yuqi took a deep breath and fixed a teasing pout on her face. 

"Fine. But you better keep your promise to video chat me the minute you land, mister." She accentuated the warning with a playful poke to his chest. He barked out a laugh.

"Yes ma'am. Though with the time difference it might be pretty late."

"Don't care," Yuqi insisted stubbornly. "I'll keep my phone volume all the way up. I expect your handsome face on my screen bright and early." 

Overhead the boarding call for his flight crackled through the intercom. Glancing regretfully towards his gate, her boyfriend swept her into one last rib-creaking hug. 

"Last chance to cram me into your suitcase," Yuqi mumbled into his shoulder lamely. His body shook against hers with another sad chuckle. 

"Tempting. But I'd have a hell of a time explaining that to airport security not to mention your members and company." Pulling back, he kissed her forehead lingeringly. "Get home safe baby. I'll call you as soon as I land, I promise."

Nodding, not trusting her voice anymore, Yuqi stepped back out of his embrace. Their joined hands clung together a heartbeat longer before finally slipping free. With one last devastating smile over his shoulder, her boyfriend handed the gate attendant his ticket and disappeared down the boarding tunnel. 

Shoulders slumping, Yuqi slowly meandered her way back out of the airport in a daze, thankfully no one recognized her this early in the morning. She kept glancing instinctively for his tall figure every few yards before the painful reality sank in all over again that he was really gone. The taxi ride back home felt endless, bottom lip raw and bitten between her teeth against the threat of more tears escaping. 

By the time she let herself back into her empty, too-quiet apartment, eyes burning with exhaustion, the glowing screen of her phone read nearly 1 pm stilll no message yet, but she hadn't really expected one. With the lengthy flight plus time difference, it would probably be hours still until he landed and made it through customs. 

Curling up in the centre of her big, cold bed, Yuqi clutched one of his leftover shirts that still smelled faintly of his cologne. She forced her eyes closed, willing sleep to come and temporarily dull the hollow ache in her chest. 

Sometime later she gradually registered the buzz of vibration and a familiar ringtone. Bolting upright, heart suddenly racing, she fumbled to accept the call - not even bothering to check the time. His gorgeous, rumpled face filled the video screen, baseball cap pulled low and flashing that killer sleepy smile. 

"Hey you," he greeted warmly. "Told you I'd call."

"I didn't actually think you'd manage it tonight, isn't it like 3am there or something?" Yuqi asked, unable to keep from mirroring his smile. He shrugged, stifling a yawn. 

"Yeah about that. But I missed you already so I didn't wanna wait 'til morning." 

Her heart swelled two sizes, previous gloom vanishing. They stayed on video chat for nearly an hour just catching each other up and chatting aimlessly. More than once she caught him yawning widely or eyes drifting closed before snapping back alert. 

"Okay babe I better let you get some sleep," Yuqi finally relented, taking pity on his obvious jet lag. He started to protest but she cut him off. "We can talk more later after you get a nap. I'm not going anywhere." 

Nodding reluctantly he blew her a silly kiss through the screen. "Sweet dreams beautiful. Talk to you in a few hours."

Ending the call, Yuqi fell back against her pillows feeling lighter than she had any right to. Nothing had really changed - they were still continents apart just like before. But hearing his voice again and seeing him settle safely back into his own bed made the looming separation more bearable somehow. Snuggling back under the sheet that still smelled faintly of his cologne, she drifted easily off to sleep herself.

Over the next weeks they fell into a familiar routine - daily phone calls or video chats when their schedules aligned, occasional cute selfies or candid snaps throughout work days. The time difference made things tricky but they made it work. 

During one such call about a month later, Yuqi was in the middle of recounting some silly prank Minnie had pulled on Soojin when she noticed him start to shift restlessly. 

"Babe are you even still listening?" she accused, one eyebrow raised. 

"Hmm? Oh yeah, sorry you just...distracted me for a sec," he mumbled, cheeks faintly flushed.

"Oh really? What could possibly be more interesting than my story?" Yuqi challenged.

Clearing his throat, he gave her an uncharacteristically shy smile. "That shirt you're wearing is just really familiar…”

Glancing down, she realised with a start she had subconsciously thrown on his oversized tee that she'd stolen, the hem hitting mid-thigh as she sat cross-legged on the bed. Suddenly she matched his blush.

"Oh! I guess I just grabbed it without thinking when I got dressed earlier..." She trailed off, teeth catching her lower lip. An inviting heat entered her boyfriend's gaze, making her stomach swoop deliciously. 

"Mm I like it," he says nodding . "Maybe flip the camera down and give me a little spin? Remind me what I'm missing..." His voice dropped lower and Yuqi suppressed a shiver...

a/n; not really a fan of gidle, also havent seen any content other than their music so this might be a little... off, sorry about that lol, tho hope u enjoy

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[peeterparkr]

all roads lead to;tom holland;one

one: Tom...eo and Juliet.

story summary: when your long time boyfriend breaks up with you and leaves you to find himself in Italy because you’re not spontaneous enough, you follow him to prove him wrong. Along the way you meet Tom , who recently went through a breakup himself, and might help you believe hate at first sight exists. Your trip trying to find your ex in small italian towns will become a desperate call for help, trying to help your new enemy get his relationship back by fake dating, sharing beds, getting lost and finding romance in dubious spots; all while falling in love with the country and the romance of it. Will your trip help you find your ex, yourself, your Romeo and Juliet story or finally lead you to Rome?

New series: fluff, smut, angst-ish (not really)

pairing: tom holland x writer!reader

tropes: enemies to lovers, fake dating, only one bed, road-trip, love triangle (or square), very rom com, idiots to lovers, oops-we-kissed, italian cliches from Hollywood

chapter summary: what is love? (baby don't hurt me) word count: 7.8

playlists: Italian vibes | y/n's breakup

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masterlist prologue|next chapter hi, sorry it took so long life happened, but heeeeyoo here it is! the first chapter <3 comment, reblog and tel me if you like it

It’s supposed to get easier by the time. That’s what they say. Time heals. 

When does it heal? Tom could only wonder. When is time enough? 

How long do you need to be healed? Had enough time gone by? When is it supposed to be when time starts healing? Because time goes slow and too fast. But it never seems to be enough. 

The clock becomes an enemy when you’re supposed to be healing, like it’s  carrying a big sword to dig the wound. To kill, slowly and steady. Ticking each and every hour. With each tick, it digs and with every tock it pulls. 

It kills. 

Tom was dying. Everyone is, really. Death comes as the only certain thing in one’s life. Not love, not even life. Death is the only thing that is certain. And what a bummer to be thinking about that. 

However, Tom felt like  he was dying, slowly, and steady. Time was announcing his death. And it had been that way for a while but he decided to ignore it. He decided that eventually, time would heal him. 

And time couldn’t come faster. 

Currently he had decided to die, sporadically. He had decided that dying with strangers was not the option. A year and a half ago he decided that he would die with only one person. 

Yet, like everything else. The relationship died. 

Of course, he had been meaning to break up with Giulia for a while but she’d broken up with him before he had planned it and he probably was being over dramatic as he usually was. Yet it was harder each day. A bad omen to an expected and early death. She’d killed his pride. 

And it had been harder that particular day. Waking up  to the news he’d be sharing his apartment with a couple who might be engaged isn’t the news he had been eager to hear. A couple who was so in love that might be or might get engaged. 

It was life laughing at him. As if saying that he couldn’t get it. Laughing at his misfortunes. Tom had never felt love, he always escaped before he could feel anything. 

Yet Giulia had been the closest thing to it. But he feared that he had to settle. He had wanted to break up with her and yet he was miserable, how easily had Giulia accepted it. And how she had turned his own breakup against him. 

So if the closest thing to love didn’t feel the same. How could he believe in it? 

Tom had decided years ago that he did not believe in love. How could he? The unexplainable reason as to why someone would believe in love was a mystery to him. He couldn’t believe in love because all love does is kill. 

And Tom, as we’ve mentioned, was slowly dying. Emotionally, at least. Besides if he was dying without loving someone, how worse could it be had he loved her. 

“Giulia is seeing someone.” 

Second news he’d heard that day just after taking a second bite of his breakfast.  Life playing a death march. His head had vanished, completely. 

He didn’t want to hear it. 

How could she? 

How much time had gone for her? Or had the mounting started before? Had the relationship ended for her? 

“You’re fucking joking,” Tom said. “It’s been—How do you know?” 

Serafina only pursed her lips. “She posted a picture.” 

Tom took a deep breath staring at the picture, his ex-girlfriend with a bright smile on her lips as her right hand posed on another man’s chest.

Tom then felt he died a little more. “She mourned an 18 month relationship for only a month ?” He questioned. “and now she’s bloody dating? No, correction. She didn’t mourn the relationship.” 

“You wanted to break up with her why the fuck do you care?” Serafina sipped her cup of coffee, hugging her knees as she watched her desperate friend. “Besides, you don’t know that. Maybe they’re not dating.” 

“You literally just showed me the picture.” 

“It could be a rebound,” she pointed out.

“No.” 

 “Have a stupid coffee and move on, stolto.” 

Tom picked up his cup. “No, it’s not a rebound. You don’t post a rebound, you fuck a rebound but you don’t post it on Instagram. Maybe a story, but not on your feed. That’s—that’s relationship shit. Which brings me to my point.” 

She rolled her eyes, tired from having this conversation. “To your point?” 

“She started seeing him earlier.”

“Now that you don’t know,” Fina pointed out.

Tom laughed cynically. “Please. I wanted to break up with her and it ended up with her saying and I quote: she knew what she wanted and that wasn’t me.” 

“So?” 

“So?” Tom scoffed. 

“You wanted to break up with her,” Serafina couldn’t believe him, “she was defending herself. She probably broke up with you because she saw your intentions. You started ghosting her.” 

“I—this is what I needed. A final reason, This is why I don’t believe in love. Because she simply—“

Serafina Sighed loudly, “Ay, per favore, Thomas! You can’t be so dramatic! And such an asshole!” 

“I dated her for 18 months, I think I have a reason to be dramatic, how am I supposed—“

Serafina took a deep breath. “So ché. You don’t believe in love, fine but you are acting like this because you wanted her to mourn you. You—you’re—you’re so—“Fina was trying to find the words to describe him. 

“So what?”

“Stupid! You do believe in love you’re just incapable of feeling but you do believe, and that’s why you are not buying any of this. Giulia is in love with you, I do think she is in love with you, but that’s who she is, but you get bored easily! You—you’re  not right for her, and you need  to get your shit together—“

“I don’t” Tom stated. “I have my shit together. Yes I—. I don’t think I fell for her, but I still cared. And I saw my life with her—“

“And that’s why you wanted to break up?” 

“But I didn’t break up, she broke up with me.” 

Serafina only watched him, amused. “You suck. I hate men. You made that poor girl fall in love with you when you don’t fucking believe in it.” 

Tom rolled his eyes. And why should I believe in love? It takes a month to forget someone apparently.” 

“Well I do believe in love.” 

Tom only scoffed and rolled his eyes. 

“And you will too as soon as you meet Miles and y/n, you will see that love can last,” Fina had warned him. 

“I am angry because I cared for her, and she was a good shag, okay?” 

Serafina shook her head. “Don’t you think it’s that? That she got tired of you not wanting to admit that you loved her?” 

“I needed more time to love her,” he said, “eighteen months isn’t enough.” 

“If you didn’t love her why are you so angry?” 

“She hurt my pride.” 

No. How could he? Or would it be better? Tom decided to take this with philosophy. 

He decided to humor her, by ignoring her. 

He’d learned about that couple. Miles and y/n. According to Serafina the couple was the one couple she ever believed to be forever. They’d been together since college and they were the perfect pair. Tom’s roommate believed that they probably had come to get engaged. As any other stupid couple who comes to Verona to fulfill their Romeo and Juliet fantasy. 

But Tom did not believe that Miles and Y/N would make him believe in love. Or would they? 

A year and a half wasted. A year and a half  full of foreves that didn’t last,  and a year and a half  full of promises that would be broken so easily, a year and a half  full of ‘what if’s. Full of moments that would be ingrained in Tom’s mind forever. 

Leaving with the sole wonder of how a moment lasts forever and yet it dies. 

The big question was how can you make it not last anymore? How can you get rid of a moment in time that will be buried deep inside you? 

Tom wondered, was it really that significant? Was it really? 

Because time had led him to love her. But did he really? And he did. Otherwise he wouldn’t be hurting. He’d be healing and that wasn’t near. 

How pathetic was he that he just… died. He had always loved the idea of the relationship he had with Giulia. 

And it had been difficult, waking up every morning and not knowing how the day had gone through. 

Giulia and Tom were gone. And every promise of tomorrow was blurry. 

Tom, really, was dying. And how can a dead person have to pick up someone from the airport? A couple that he’d been promised would be the epitome of love. 

Life was laughing at him. 

And it kept laughing when the one girl who’d knocked his coffee off was…

“I’m y/n.” She said. 

Tom blinked, “what?” 

“I'm y/n, Fina told me you’re the one picking me up,” she explained. 

Tom watched her. She hadn’t slept, he could tell. But he hadn’t either, and probably the reason why she hadn’t slept was because she traveled. 

He hadn’t slept because of a heartbreak. It was not fair. 

And it wasn’t her fault per se, but Tom had decided he wouldn’t like her. As immature as it sounds, his heartbreak demanded him to hate on someone. That particular someone had to be the woman who knocked off the coffee. The woman who came to Verona to have her lame Romeo and Juliet fantasy. 

Tom took a deep breath. Of course it had to be her. Now two reasons to hate her, she was the one who was in a happy relationship probably here expecting to get engaged to her lovely boyfriend… who was nowhere in sight. 

“You can’t be.” 

“I am.” 

“I was told you’d be with your boyfriend,” Tom explained. “Where is he?” 

There was a certain discomfort in her face, she took a long deep breath before looking down at her phone. “Yeah I was told that too but he isn’t here, can we leave?” 

Tom crossed his arms. “Where is he? Are you ditching him?” 

She let out a cynical cackle. 

“Did you?”

“He’s not here. He caught another plane,” she was humored by him, chuckling to herself. As if he was stupid for not knowing the reason why couples these days took different planes. 

Tom frowned. “Well I’m not coming back to the airport—“

“He will figure it out,” she interrupted. “Don’t worry. He’s a tough guy. He will be fine but for now I’m here. It’s only me.” 

Tom only watched her. He placed his sunglasses back on. 

“Please?” She begged. 

He decided he wouldn’t fight anymore with the poor stranger. He couldn’t hate her. 

“Are you going to leave me here?” 

“I’m considering it,” he admitted. 

“Why?”

“I’m deciding if I hate you or not.” 

“We just met and you hate me already?” She questioned. “Only because I dropped the coffe accidentally.” 

“The coffee was for you and what’s his name? Miles,” he said, handing over a small cup of coffee. “Now I have one extra coffee and I have spent money on 4 espressos that won’t be drunk by anybody. Three because they got knocked off and one extra one.” 

No, actually he could hate her. 

“I did not mean to knock over the coffee but thanks, I need caffeine. I’m sorry.” 

Tom helped her with her bags as she installed herself in the front seat. There was a tinge of sadness upon herself, probably bitter her trip hadn’t started with a princess-like carriage pulled by horses. 

He checked his phone once more, knowing he would hate it completely. 

A text from a group chat, an invitation to a party which Giulia would probably attend. A party that she would probably bring her newest butt acquisition to. 

Tom locked his jaw, he was angry. 

“So you’re Fina’s roommate?” His passenger questioned. “Why couldn’t she pick me—“

“She had a job emergency,” Tom explained. “Sorry she’s not here, trust me, I wouldn’t have come.” 

“Right.” 

“We don’t have to talk, you know.” 

Y/N only widened her eyes, watching him. “Gee, sorry for existing.” 

He was angry. Not at her, for sure but she did bring in something. 

He started the car. “The airport annoys me, it’s full of couples who’re here to be enamoured by Verona and the streets where Romeo and Juliet fell in love. I blame Shakespeare for that.” 

“Aren’t you british?” She questioned. 

“How did you know?” 

“The accent is noticeable, innit?” 

He huffed. 

She rolled her eyes. “It’s just ironic.” 

“What is?” 

“A Brit hating on Shakespeare.” 

“It’s not. And I didn’t say I hate him.” 

Maybe it was but who was she to judge? She’d arrived 10 minutes before and she knew absolutely nothing about him. No, he hadn’t come here specifically to get his romantic story, he’d gotten it in the way but he hadn’t come here for that. Besides, that was beyond the point. 

Sure Shakespeare was British and so was he but that was beyond the point, his point was that romance was out of his league for now so he would resent anyone who experienced it. Besides, how unoriginal. Although he had to admit that he did have the story near his heart. 

“So where is your boyfriend?” Tom questioned. “I assume that you’re here to experience the most 

romantic place. Visit Juliet’s house and everything.” 

She chuckled. “I—well. Not really.” Her tone was sarcastic. There was something about her that didn’t sit well with him. 

“Why? You don’t think Romeo and Juliet is romantic?” He questioned. 

“I do. I’m not here for that,” she said. “However, Romeo and Juliet is, undoubtedly, the greatest love story ever written.” 

Tom disagreed with her, now getting even more reasons to hate her.

“Of course you think that.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She frowned. 

“What else are you here for? If you’re here at Verona you must be a Romeo and Juliet fan.” 

She watched him. Quietly, and it made him feel uneasy. 

“So you don’t think it’s the greatest love story?” 

“It’s so stupid, they met each other for like three days,” Tom said. 

She rolled her eyes, “and of course you say that.” 

“Why is it romantic?” Tom questioned. “Tell me one reason.” 

“I never said it was,” y/n cleared up. 

“You said it was the greatest love story,” Tom reminded her. 

“Because it is,” she said. “Romance and love aren't the same thing, however.” 

“What?”

“There can be love without romance and there can be romance without love,” she explained. “Although Romeo and Juliet might have a tinge of both.” 

“But you have to agree that it is stupid,” Tom kept pushing. “They knew each other for three days. You can’t love after three days.” 

She gave it a thought, “Probably, but not because of time. I think it’s stupid he died… But dying in love might be better than dying after you’ve loved. Dying before love dies.” 

Tom paused, dying in love. He’d never thought about that before. Perhaps that was the answer to the problem. 

“However, I do think it’s romantic that they fell for each other right away,” she added. 

Tom had to disagree. “That’s stupid. I would say dying is more romantic. But not even, all of it, it’s stupid.” 

“How is death romantic?” 

“They died for love! Or whatever they thought love was.” Tom excused, “that is romantic. It’s literally the one thing I do believe to be romantic.” 

“How? They could’ve had a lifetime together,” she refuted. 

“Romeo loved Juliet so much that he died for her,” Tom snapped. “He loved her so much that he couldn’t stand the idea of living without her.” 

Maybe he had more in common with Romeo than he cared to agree. 

Y/N shook her head, “That’s stupid, first of all, living for someone is a bigger act of love… And then Romeo was an idiot because he should’ve waited.” 

How in the world had he ended up discussing Romeo and Juliet with a stranger was beyond his mind but he could  understand less how stupid one could be to discuss why Romeo and Juliet isn’t or is romantic. 

“How the hell was he supposed to know?” Tom snapped. 

Y/N scoffed. “He didn’t give it a second thought. What about their plans and future? He could’ve waited and—“

“He was a teen from the old… age… time thing, what was he supposed to do? Check her pulse?  he knew nothing.” 

She smirked. “My point, he knows nothing.” 

Tom Groaned. “nothing about medicine maybe, but he knew he had to die for her.” 

“Oh yes, loving so much you die,” Y/N laughed. 

Tom frowned. “They were teenagers, he had a crush,he didn’t love her but—in their mind, it was love, and that’s why it’s stupid. But his sacrifice isn’t,” Tom fought. 

She shook her head. “Love means staying Besides love when you’re a teenager…  is like that. Rough, passionate.” 

Tom shook his head. “I guess love is like that, not when you’re a teenager, though. You don’t know anything when you’re a teenager. Or not that fast.” 

“Why wouldn’t they know about it? It’s love, it’s not anything about freaking taxes. It’s love. Love when you’re young might be the purest love in its most raw form, it’s love without thinking about the consequences.” 

“It’s not about them being young, It’s about loving without thinking. That is not—safe.” 

Y/N shrugged. “But it’s fun, why should we ever stop and think when you love someone and they love you back?” 

When had this come from? Tom didn’t believe in any of that bullshit. 

“Several reasons actually,” Tom explained, “well, not—love, but before making rash decisions.” 

“So you agree? You think that him dying was stupid.” 

“It’s subsequently stupid because they fell in love quickly,” Tom said. 

“I'm not saying—love is about two people, what Romeo did was very selfish. He took the decision all alone and—left Juliet on her own.So what else did Juliet have? He decided to end it because he thought it was the best for them because he didn’t think, he didn’t stop to see if—because he thought Juliet had died. He left her. Romeo killed Juliet.” 

Tom listened. There was something else there. Romeo killed Juliet. 

“Juliet killed Romeo,” Tom challenged. “Or, rather love killed Romeo.” 

“Love doesn’t kill.” 

“Both of them died.”

“But not because of love.”

“Love kills.” 

She stayed quiet. Tom knew he had won. 

“Weren’t you the first to say what they felt wasn’t love?” She asked with mischief knowing she was right, 

Tom opened his mouth yet no words could come out. She won. 

“Lack of love kills, not love,” she said. 

He could tell she was not in her right mind. Had she traveled alone? He suddenly was feeling intrigued by her. He had noticed her eyes were covered by a sleepless night and she didn’t have that sudden glimpse in her eyes that says she’s in love. 

“You’re just wrong, love kills,” he smirked. “And I guess you should live with that.” 

She frowned. “I’m not but you ran out of arguments.” 

“I don't need any, you are wrong.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You were the first to say you didn't believe Romeo and Juliet to be romantic. And you actually agree with me but you worded it differently, you're just too proud to admit it.” 

“I’m not proud,” Tom scowled. “You don’t know me.”

She raised her brow and chuckled.  “I don’t have to, I can tell what kind of person you are, you’re a walking stereotype. I think I wrote a paper on people like you.” 

“People like me?” 

“Yeah.” 

Who did she think she was? “And what kind of people am I?” He frowned. 

She just smirked. 

“What kind of—?” 

She kept smirking. 

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Tom asked again and her smirk was erased. There, her weakness. Easily discovered. 

Hasd she had a fight? Was he rejoicing in the fact that she might be miserable too? 

“He’s coming,” she said. 

“To Verona?” 

She stayed quiet. There was a change of mood, and he could tell. 

Tom watched her. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, not really. However he’d been proven that you could hate someone at first sight. 

“Serafina told me you were here to get engaged,” he commented trying to make conversation. 

She pursed her lips. “I’m not.” 

Tom frowned. “How long have you been dating?” 

She took a deep breath. “He’s actually here,” she avoided the question. “Here in Italy, already.” 

“Who is?” 

“Miles.” 

“Who’s Miles?” 

“My…boyfriend.” 

“Oh. Why are you not with him?” No answer again. Tom was annoyed. “So the boyfriend talk is out, okay.” 

“Please.” 

“I actually do know who you are,” Tom admitted. “You’re a writer, yeah? I’ve seen your books somewhere in the house. One is about a surfer, right?” 

She nodded. “Oh, yeah, a summer love, the other one is about some best friends who fall in love.” 

“Cliché.” 

“Kind of, yeah. It was based on… my story with Miles.” 

Tom turned to see her eyes. “Ah.” 

“The next one was supposed to be Italy, actually, it's… , different.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Yeah, have you read then?” She asked. “The copies I sent to Fina?” 

“It’s romance,” he said matter of factly. “I don’t read that kind of bullshit.” 

She chuckled. “Thanks.” 

“No offense, it’s not you, it’s me.” 

She suddenly hugged her bag. Weird. 

That’s all Tom could gather from her, she was weird. And although he didn’t want to admit, he did know a lot about her. Serafina had always talked about y/n, as someone incredible, but how else would she talk? Serafina and y/n had been friends for what seemed forever. Although they’d only met in college and shared a room, they became instant friends. 

However, Fina always talked about y/n in the best way. A writer who was so good at describing  romance that it made her want to feel like it. He did know about Miles and y/n. He’d learned about them and even more so when Fina had told him they’d be coming. A couple that irradiated chemistry and romance. Tailor-made for each other. 

Yet, there she was. Avoiding the subject. 

He had lied, he had read a few pages of y/n’s book. Both of them. Skimmed through it.  Not read it. But he had read…some of it, 

One particular line had stuck. And he would keep it to himself to this day. 

He couldn’t understand it. Less now that he had no one to share whatever love was with. He hadn’t for a while but that’s another story, one that he would keep for himself. 

Tom was, a big fan of secrets even if everyone believed to know him. Everyone would have their own conclusions and assumptions about who he was and he hated that. Everyone assumed he was an open book, and that they knew him. Always saying he was proud, insensitive and stubborn. 

He was, but he was more than that.

He knew y/n would be one to think less of him. 

“I’m glad you haven’t read it,” she said. 

“Why?” 

“I don’t think you would get it.” 

“Why?” 

“Just because.” 

“I’m not stupid.” 

She chuckled. “I didn’t say you were but if you think Romeo and Juliet—“

“Woah woah that is different but I have read Shakespeare, I tried reading yours once and I got bored from the first sentence.” 

She shrugged, “I did use a lot of fancy words, I apologize.” 

Tom didn’t want to make more conversation.Luckily it wasn’t as far and Serafina was there to receive y/n with wide open arms. 

Y/N turned to him, “thanks for the ride.” 

“Yeah whatever, we don’t have to talk anymore.” 

She just rolled her eyes. 

“Y/N, tu sei così carina, amore mío, I’ve missed you so much!” Serafina called to her friend. 

Tom decided he wouldn’t like to engage in any more conversations. He’d had enough and he was annoyed enough. 

“Where’s Miles?” Fina asked. “Thomas, did you ditch him?” 

“No,” he answered simply. 

“It wouldn’t surprise me, you have a tendency to go after women who already have a man.” 

He did have that tendency. Tendency which he… wasn’t proud of but didn’t regret. 

“No,” y/n said as they were walking in, Fina already had a charcuterie board prepared and four glasses of wine. “Miles is not here.” 

“Che cosa?” Fina asked. “How come?” 

“Well,” Y/N licked her lips, before giving Tom a glance. “Why don’t you tell me about your job? How’s the whole fashion design going?” 

Of course she didn’t want to tell him but Tom loved getting into everyone’s business, he believed in others people gossip, he didn’t tell anyone about it but he liked gathering information for his own entertainment. 

He was an ass, really. 

He pretended to go to his room, knowing y/n was supposed to settle on the couch. He would not give his room to a stranger. 

He then decided to actually close the door to give the girls the privacy they were craving for, and the one he was yearning for as well. 

Some solitude to drawn into his lonely and angry thoughts. 

To think about the party. A party who h Fina had already responded for him, they were all going to the party. Like a big family, Fina, Y/N, Tom and… Miles. 

Who was nowhere in sight, did he even exist? Tom decided to stalk y/n. Instagram. 

She was… different. Pictures of various places, mostly doors. With photographs of her and Miles, kisses on cheeks and of Miles alone. Very handsome man. 

Her Instagram was full of them. A couple that only had eyes for each other. As if it was looking at the guy through her heart. 

Tom felt jealous. Their pictures were very… intimate. Not in the usual intimate sensual way, but in the way he could tell the pictures were taken in the exact moment. 

He wanted that. Honestly, seeing y/n’s smile made him uneasy, for he would never be able to make someone smile like that. 

He decided to go to his profile, and Tom got even more jealous. It was still y/n and Miles. but in a different way. 

Through Miles’ eyes. 

Tom had never really felt that, that need to take pictures of someone while they’re being… them. Miles had managed to create the perfect picture of his girlfriend, with her cooking, with her writing, or under the moon. Y/N was, even if Tom didn’t want to admit it, attractive. And maybe it was his tendency to want what he didn’t have but he felt jealous and urging to steal her away from Miles. 

Maybe it wasn’t even y/n. Maybe he only wanted to fall in love. 

Tom saw they had a perfect cozy life, and even after all this time, they would show they were in love. 

He saw various candid pictures of her and some of them showed when she noticed, trying to hide from the camera as if her view wasn’t enough. Her hair flying and with a smile that would outshine the stars. 

So different from the y/n he had met today, who looked tired and as if her light was gone. The radiant girl from the picture was nowhere in sight, and it wasn’t a catfish, per se, Tom saw someone had stolen something from y/n. 

And he hated them for that because whoever did that left y/n to be someone who he couldn’t stand. 

He kept scrolling and creeping through theirInstagram, with pictures of both of them midst laughs, in motion. 

Y/N’s pictures told their story and it was full of romance and love. Miles pictures showed complete adoration to y/n. Devotion, even. 

It’s funny how different the relationship was through their eyes, Tom thought, how can love truly be when we all have a different meaning to it? 

Is love really something by the book or is it just an imaginary concept with no subsequent meaning. 

Why did everyone yearn for it? And would he ever feel it again? 

That feeling when your cheeks rush and your heart beats, slightly faster. When their skin tastes like sweet honey, or when a word is poison enough. 

Poison. That’s what he would describe love as, a poison that kills you slowly. 

Was that love for the couple he’d just stalked? 

Or was love…. Each other? 

Was y/n love to Miles? was Miles love to y/n? 

If he was, then…where was he? 

He was curious so he decided to walk out. Adventuring himself trying to understand where the hell was that guy with pure and profound admiration. 

Luckily for him, Serafina had just finished talking about her own life so he was just in time to understand where exactly Miles was. 

Y/N had  noticed Tom was there, hanging out in the kitchen with them, he only leaned against the counter, stealing some of the prosciutto Fina had let out for y/n. 

“You’re going to love Miles, Thomas, and you’re going to get jealous,” Serafina warned him after a while of telling cute stories from the magnificent couple. “He’s super hot.” 

Y/N shifted in her place. Tom raised his brows. Was that jealousy? Had y/n felt uncomfortable that someone else admired her boyfriend? 

“Ah, really?” He crossed his arms. 

“They’re the perfect couple,” Serafina continued. “They make me believe in love.” 

Tom scoffed. 

“I remember this one time when y/n and him were not dating still, but they both showed up to the same party wearing practically the exact same outfit.” 

Tom chuckled. “And that’s why they’re perfect. Wow. Same outfit, really that—“he turned to see y/n. “That’s as romantic as Romeo and Juliet.” 

Y/N shot him a glare. 

“And this other time—Like, you guys always said stuff at the same time, and you finished each—“

“Finished each other sentences!” Tom laughed. “How romantic.” 

“It is" y/n said. 

“I highly doubt that,” Tom disagreed. 

“You don’t think love relies on similar values and taste?” Y/N asked. 

Tom scoffed. “An outfit doesn’t make you a perfect couple.”

“What does, then? You seem to know much about love.” 

Serafina let out a laugh. “Tom doesn’t know much about love, he’s an idiot.” 

“Am I, really?” 

“Yes,” both girls answered at unison. 

“All I’m saying is having similarities with a person doesn’t guarantee you a long lasting and loving relationship.”

Y/N ignored his sight. 

Tom hated that, he could be insulted, misjudged, anything, but to deny him attention was the one thing to actually hurt him. 

Tom watched the girl, she was delicate. Finally seeing the loose hairs, trying to find the remaining pieces of the girl he’d seen on the pictures. 

“Tom here does not believe in love,” Fina explained. 

“So I’ve gathered,” y/n said. “Doesn’t surprise me.”

Tom shrugged, “It’s not that I don’t believe in it, it’s just people think it’s so significant and I believe the idea of love, the idea of it—I mean, the idea that people have is just undeniably stupid.” 

“Why is that?” Fina asked. 

Y/N decided to still focus on her drink. 

“Well, you’ve based love on outfits, and speech patterns or anecdotes togehter, while I think love is a much bigger sentiment which needs a fully bigger understanding and we’ve been taught to wrongfully see love as a romantic comedy, or a romance book—“

Y/N them smirked. “You’re against romance.” 

“I’m against generic and comercial romance,” Tom explained. “Cheap romance, which means in this whole… rom com thing in which the girl meets the guy and after knocking down a cup of coffee they instantly fall in love.”

“You’re still bitter about that, huh.” 

“Yes but it brings me to my point, romantic comedies or movies  or even books have taught us that you and I should’ve fallen in love the moment we bumped into each other because it would be a—what’s it called?”

“Meet cute,” y/n said, 

“And that’s not love, and you must know that, you’ve had a relationship for years and I am sure you didn’t fall in love with him just five minutes after you’ve met him.” 

Y/N watched Tom, deciding whether or not to humor him with her opinion. 

“You’re arguing with a romance writer, Thomas,” Serafina asked. 

Tom smirked, “which brings me to it yet again, are your books accurate?”

Y/N shrugged, “a bit, I did have my meet cute with Miles,” she said and then took a deep breath. “No I didn’t fall in love right away with him but it took me absolutely no time.” 

Tom shook his head. “That can’t be true, love is time.” 

“Love is timeless,” y/n said. 

“Then why do breakups happen? Why—why are there divorces or—“

Y/N shifted in her place once again. “Break ups don’t necessarily mean lack of love. Sometimes time itself is the one that kicks in.” 

“Breakups are the sole reason why love doesn’t exist.” 

 “I’m sorry darling but you’re so wrong, who hurt you?” Y/N asked Tom. 

Tom turned to Serafina. “I don't like your friend she can’t stay here.” 

“This is my place so you fucking deal with it,” Fina grinnned. “Please, prove it to him. How long did it take you to fall in love with Miles?” Fina smiled then, “I remember when you did, it was when he sang to Dancing Queen” 

Y/n smiled to herself. “The lyrics thing, yeah, he-“she chuckled. 

“The dude,” Fina explained. “He was singing along to Dancing Queen… he said..  See that girl, watch her scream, kicking the dancing queen.” 

Y/n laughed. “And the tangerine part,” she laughed. “Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tangerine,” she sang along. 

Tom raised his eyebrows. “That’s—that is not love.” 

“It is actually,” y/n said. “Love for me is not something incomprehensible, it’s actually something so simple that only a few get to experience it.” 

“Where’s Miles anyway, y/n?” Fina asked. “Don’t avoid the question. I’ve asked you three times now. I’ve missed him, and we have to show this idiot here that love does exist.” 

Y/N sighed. “He…” she cleared her throat. Her thoughts were circling in her mind, words struggling to come out. 

Fina turned to Tom. “This is your fault she won’t talk to me cause you’re here.” 

Tom smirked as he shrugged, “pretty avoidant about your boyfriend.” 

Fina rolled her eyes, “sorry he’s an ass. He’s just probably bitter we are going to a party where his ex-girlfriend will be with another guy.” 

Tom shook his head. “I’m not going, by the way.” 

“Ay, per favore, Thomas,” Fina rolled her eyes. “We are going.” 

The discussion didn’t take long and he knew there was no use of trying to discuss anything. There was no disposition of him. He didn’t want to go. 

Fina told him it was okay to admit he was going through a heartbreak. 

Was this a heartbreak? Because it wasn’t as bad, not as bad as he thought it would be. How can you feel pain when you haven’t felt love? 

But going to see the girl he’d spent time with seemed like hell. It was hurting his pride as if all the relationship was lifeless. 

Tom was lifeless. How couldn’t he be? Wasn’t life supposed to be love? How could he know? 

He just remembered tossing the car keys to Fina after waiting for her and y/n to get ready. There was something there, seeing a girl who was full of love getting ready. From the earrings to the hair, maybe loving someone gives you that kind of excitement. 

He didn’t have any. 

It was weird. 

Now less, when he was in hell knowing he’d been changed for someone who he would never be. That’s the thing about relationships, you can only give so much and yet it’ll never be the same someone else can give. 

Uniqueness. 

But did he have that uniqueness? He hadn’t given Giulia anything someone else couldn’t give her. But he was certain he hadn’t given her love. 

And now she was with someone else. 

He walked into the party, with people he’d known for a while but who didn’t know him at all. No one truly did, ever. 

Meanwhile he knew he had to hate y/n because she had someone who knew everything, even how she would finish her sentences. 

Would he ever have that? Would someone just know him? Or bother to know him? 

He only had a glass of wine as he watched his friends laughing, drinking and smoking, living. Yet. He was there, knowing some girls would be drowned to him yet not care about it at all. 

A girl was gently stroking his shoulders, as she tried to see what was underneath his t-shirt. He would only give her a few smiles. 

He was staring at the new girl in his life, with a forced smile, speaking very few words in Italian, laughing at jokes she didn’t understand. Y/N was entertainment for him, she was pathetic, honestly, 

Tom decided he would focus on y/n rather on expecting Giulia to arrive with that new asshole. Besides, Y/N wasn’t enjoying her time either or so it seemed. He pitied her, y/n was probably too busy focusing on the fact that Miles wasn’t there rather than enjoying her surroundings. 

That’s probably why Tom didn’t bother on falling in love, because it involved depending your happiness on someone else. Celebrating on rather useless milestones that didn’t matter. Tom knew he couldn’t rely his happiness on anyone else. 

Yet he didn’t find happiness on his own. 

Perhaps he was hurting. Yeah. 

Perhaps the drink in his hand wasn’t enough and perhaps he would blame his headache on not sleeping. 

Yet he knew deep inside he was hurting because even though, he didn’t experience love, he had experienced the closest thing to it, and he had lost it. 

What a shame.

He saw y/n head out, walking to that balcony on the second floor. He saw her, all alone staring at the night and taking a few deep breaths, before deciding to look outside. 

The streetlights were barely giving any light to her, 

“Are they not good enough?” Tom asked as he headed out with her. 

“Who?” 

“Our friends, are they not good enough as your boyfriend?”

Y/N was slightly startled. She gave him a sad smile. “No.”

He snorted. “Figured.” 

She shrugged. “You’re going through a breakup, then.”  

Tom nodded. “Yeah.” 

“Is she here yet?” She asked. 

Tom shook his head. “Not yet.” 

“When did it happen?” 

“A month ago.” 

“Hm.” 

Y/N nodded to herself and then remained quiet. They both turned back to the party. Everyone was having fun but them. They were stuck. 

Tom knew why he was stuck but why was she? 

“Why did it happen?” She broke the silence. 

He shrugged. “Not sure. I have an idea, if she’s bringing someone else, I think that might be it.” 

Y/N watched him and turned back to watch the quiet city. A couple was walking by. 

“I bet you thought that Miles would be here and run to the balcony all Romeo and Juliet style,” he teased. 

“It’s not bad to wish for a love story,” she said. 

He rolled his eyes. “Are we having this conversation again?” 

“No, I’m not really in the mood for it, I don’t like you.” 

Tom watched, “where is he?” 

Y/n laughed. 

Tom stared. “Where is your Prince Charming, then?” 

Y/N licked her lips. 

“I think you shouldn’t be waiting for him, you can enjoy a perfect party like this, you don’t need someone you love to be happy.” 

Y/n wrinkled her nose. “No, but it does help. Having someone who just—“she smiled, “I assume you haven’t felt it. To have someone who just stops time, who makes you speak in prose and who, you know, at the end of the day, it makes everything better.” 

“I guess not, haven’t felt it,” he admitted. “But when I could’ve, she ended it.” 

She turned to see Serafina laughing and hanging by someone’s shoulders. He followed her gaze, bored by the same theatrics his friends always pulled. The same routine, everything.

What is love, baby don’t hurt me by Haddaway played in the background. 

“I hate that song.” “I love that song.” 

Neither knew who had said what, but they just turned to the other with disgust. 

“Are we going to argue about this, too?” Tom asked. 

“We can.” 

He sighed. “It’s an 80’s song.” 

“That should sum up the answer and end the argument,” she said. “It’s an 80’s song.” 

“It could bring us to our previous argument, though, what is love?” 

She chuckled. “It is a deep analysis of it.” 

“As if he’s asking himself, what is it really? And if it’s love-” 

“If it’s love why are you hurting me,” she chuckled. “He desn’t know, why she’s not fair.” 

“He gives her  love.” 

“And she doesn’t care,” Y/N nodded, very seriously now. 

“What is right and what is wrong?” He asked, quite philosophical. 

“Gimme a sign,” She continued. 

“What is love?” He asked again.

“Baby don’t hurt me.” 

He sighed. “Don’t hurt me.” 

“No more.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” they both sang.  

They both smiled to themselves proud of the most stupid thing they could come up with. Silence filled up again.  

“Miles broke up with me, ” y/n said candidly, ignoring the silence beside her. 

“What?” Was all Tom could ask midst agonizing stare. 

“Miles, my supposedly  soon to be fiancé broke up with me.” 

Tom then, understood, as if suddenly a light was lit. He saw it, she was dying too, that’s why the girl could not be judged. 

“What?” He asked again, with humor this time, 

“He broke up with me,” she said, “it’s a funny story, actually.” 

“Is it?” He grinned, “that is something I do want to hear.” 

“He broke up with me and left me and came here to Italy because we used to have this dream that we would take a road trip together and I didn’t—and I couldn’t do it so he broke up with me and came to do it on his own, and I panicked and I followed him blindly hoping I’ll bump into him and we get back together.” 

“That’s fucking insane.” 

She sighed. “A bit, yeah.” 

He smirked, “and you had the bloody courage to say you believe in love?” 

“Yes.” 

“When you’re broken-hearted and insane?”  

“A broken heart and insanity  is only proof that love exists.” 

“Pfsh, that’s bull—“And in that precise moment he saw her. Giulia. 

With her waist against the new guys hand. With a smile he could’ve never gotten. It hurt, and in a way he never thought he would feel, a chest pain slowly spreading through his body. A sudden urge to run away yet having the inability to do so, his body slowly sinking. 

Tom was dying. That’s what he was feeling. Knowing about it hurt but seeing it. Seeing it. He was dying, and he was shaking and he was dying. 

Giulia was with someone else’s and he had to deal with it. He had to fucking deal with it. A heartbreak that killed him. 

“It’s not bullshit.” 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re—right.” 

Y/N frowned. “What?” 

“Yeah, you’re right, yes.” 

She followed his gaze, “ah.” 

“Yes.” 

 “Is that her?” Y/N asked. 

“Yeah.” 

“She’s pretty,” 

“Yeah, yes, yes.” 

“No wonder why she broke up with you, she’s way out of your league.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Are you just agreeing to everything I say?”

“Yeah.” 

“Great, will you admit you’re an idiot?” 

“Yeah.” 

Tom was shaking, sweating, and sinking into the ground, slowly, the world was trying to eat him alive. He needed to escape, but how? He didn’t need Giulia to see he was weak. He couldn’t stand the idea of being weak. 

How could he prove to her that he had moved on? How on earth? He looked around and he saw no escape, he was trapped. His eyes darted across the room until he finally looked to his left, to the girl he had been attempting to insult all day. 

An idea, a very stupid one, came to his mind. 

“I’m going to wrap my arm around you and we are going to walk in and we need to seem madly—“

“What?” She interrupted him. “What?” 

“I need Giulia to see I’ve moved on and so you will have to—“

“I won’t pretend I’m your girlfriend,” she stated 

“No, not my girlfriend, just—let’s look mad horny for each other.” 

“Excuse me?” 

Tom was panicking and running out of options, he didn’t want Giulia to realize he was there. If it were for him no one would be acknowledging he existed at that precise moment. 

“Please, please, I—“

“I’m not going to do that, I don’t like you you’ve been rude to me all day!” 

“It’s only for a moment, we can flirt and—“

“I would never flirt with you,” she was repulsed, 

“I’ll pay you!” He insisted, 

“No.” 

“I’ll read your book?”

“Why would I want you reading my book?” She questioned. 

“I’ll help you find Miles.” 

“Thomas!” That was Giulia, approaching him in slow motion as Tom was going to be sick. “Thomas, what—what are you doing here?” 

Giulia was approaching him, and with each step Tom felt he turned smaller, and before he could realize it, he is ex girlfriend was standing right in front of him, with the new idiot beside her.

“Tom, hi, I would like you to meet Mateo,” Giulia said. “He—“

Who the fuck introduces a new fling to their ex of eighteen fucking months? Only weeks after the fucking breakup, 

Tom only stared. “Oh, hi.” 

“Ciao,” Mateo answered. 

Serafina had seen the whole scene and rushed to see how she could be of help. 

Giulia’s eyes landed on y/n, who was watching the whole scene with amusement. 

Tom gulped, “Uh— this is y/n—She is—“

“Tom’s girlfriend,” y/n grinned. “Nice to meet you.”

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Chapters: 28/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader, Sans (Undertale)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Reader, Mettaton (Undertale) Additional Tags: Slavery, Sexual Slavery, Underlust Sans (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Underlust (Undertale) Summary:

Most slave stories have a dark tilt to them, while I have read plenty with Underfell, Classic, and all of them have some messed up things, this story slithered into my mind, and I felt that I should write it. The question came of what would it be like if the Underlust monsters found themselves on the surface, and faced with the power of the humans were pushed into slavery. While a few tropes we expect from a slave story will be present, collars, submission, non con or dub con elements, there will be a few things that you might not expect. While I have this tagged as a reader insert fic, the reader portion is due to some of the POV being done in second person. The MC is both the reader and an original character with her own personality and background, she has flaws, she has character, and she is a person on her own with a name. Be warned. Sandera Huges is the heiress of a wealthy family, she uses her unique position to attempt to campaign for monster freedom as they come up from the mountain, sadly things don’t go according to plan and she has to change her tactics to find a way to give the monsters what they deserve after what humans have done to them.

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is an undertale frans fic, but like, very fucked up

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The air grew colder and dryer as a large metal trade ship approached the Southern Water Tribe, sailing through dark waters and dodging every odd iceberg and glacier on the way.

Tsai hugged her body closer gripping the fabric of her beige parka, she brought her cold palms into her mouth and breathed into them. Her breath visible before her eyes in white puffs.

Her brother had encouraged her to come to this ceremony. Her mother had strongly opposed against it.

“Tsai, I have repeatedly told you over and over again,” Her mother warned. “Mom I’m going, no matter what you say-“ “It’s not about the boy- it’s not about him…” Her mother sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “But you have to understand that it is not safe. Is it not enough to wake up to riots and protesting? Tsai someone could hurt try and hurt you and by hurt you I mean kill.” Her mother had almost begged her not to go. However, the guilt trip was not enough. She had promised to keep a small profile to give her mother some peace of mind and took a small ship with a matching crew of less than ten people.

Despite never having been to the Southern Water Tribe the nation was similar to its northern sister, the ice desert seeming just as cold, yet not as desolate the bay crowded with numerous ships that were docked in from different parts of the world. It was almost nighttime when she arrived. Just in time for the celebration.

Despite having spent most of the trip self-consciously analyzing her imperfections in a mirror and nervously doing her hair over and over again, it was quite never perfect. She hesitated before getting off the ship, unsure if she would run into her ex-boyfriend or not, yet the nervousness still lingered, uneasily twisting her stomach into knots.

She had a feeling she would see him. She’d never admit it out loud, but she had in part come in hopes of running into him.

The party was lively and filled with plenty of familiar faces from all corners of the world. Pleasant ambiance music was being played. The celebration was being hosted outdoors in a snowy plaza covered under a massive tarp from which colorful lights and decorations hung down from. It was a beautiful set up. Very beach, wonderland wedding vibes. The plaza was near an icy ledge which allowed guests to a lovely view of the horizon. She glanced around the crowd and saw no sign of Zuko. Sighing, almost in relief, she walked around looking for the newly engaged couple to congratulate them. It took a while before she spotted them standing with some other members of the Water Tribe.

“Tsai! You made it!” Aang said excitedly embracing his friend. Katara also hugged her and introduced her to Kanna, her grandmother and her husband, a waterbending master, whom Tsai was already acquainted with, Master Pakku.

“Welcome to the Southern Water Tribe,” Chief Hakoda, Katara and Sokka’s father, said welcoming her to their land. “Hope it’s not too cold,” he added with a slight smile noticing how the girl kept her cold hands hidden inside of her parka’s sleeves.

“It’s bearable,” She said with a tight smile. “You’ll get used to it. Just stay away from the water. If for whatever reason you fall, you’ll go into hypothermic shock and be dead within minutes.”

‘Geez, well that’s comforting…’

“How was your trip?” Katara asked. “No assassination attempts or bombings so I guess you could say successful. I’m just happy to be here.” She laughed nervously.

“Tsai, there was something else that we wanted to ask you,” Katara began and exchanged a look with her fiancée. “It’s just that, well, when we visited you last time. We fell in love with the palace and we were wondering if we could have the wedding in the former Colonial Palace?” “We also think it would be safer. Considering the political climate…” Aang added.

The girl from Yu Dao blinked twice in surprised. They had a point it would be safer; the palace was basically impenetrable. She couldn’t decide if her mother would have a stroke or would be thrilled to having a wedding there.

However, how could she say no?

“We understand if you can’t or don’t want to-“

“No,” she said quickly. “I mean- yes. Yes! Of course, you can have it there! Aang’s right, it would be safer. Whenever you want.” She smiled at both of them.

Again, Katara threw her arms around her hugging her tightly. Who would’ve thought the two would grow to be so amiable considering the turmoil the two had had in the past.

“Hey Zuko!”

Her eyes shot wide open in panic as she saw Aang waving at someone behind her. She swallowed a heavy lump that had formed in her throat and exchanged a panicked look with Katara who nodded her head to the side. Tsai very indiscreetly ran away from the approaching Fire Lord and from her friends approaching the bar for some plum wine a delicacy around these parts. Carefully, hoping not to be noticed, she darted her eyes back to where the Fire Lord was now standing chatting with Aang and Katara. He looked absolutely regal, he was taller, impossibly more handsome than the last time she had seen him. His black hair was longer, worn in a half top knot Fire Nation fashion. He wore his royal head piece and he carried himself well as a nation’s leader should. He stood out like a sore thumb how was it that she hadn’t spotted him in the crowds? She was lost in thought when he suddenly turned, and his eyes met hers.

She almost spilled her wine when she rapidly turned back to face the bar. Face burning from the embarrassment of having been caught starring so boldly.

“Hiding from someone?” She felt a nudge on her side.

She turned to see Suki standing next to her also leaning on the bar. “Suki!” She greeted almost tackling her friend into a hug.

Suki explained that she was here as a guest and also an undercover along with Ty Lee. Both were keeping an eye on the Fire Lord as his personal bodyguards in case there were any assassination attempts. Years ago, Tsai had suggested to Zuko that he hire the Kyoshi Warriors as his personal guards since the Fire Nation’s were practically useless. Seemed like he actually took her advice. “He’s lonely,” Suki said as both girls walked away from the bar with their drinks. “He misses you. Do you miss him?”

Tsai lowered her eyes and took a distraught sip from her wine. Of course, she missed him. How could she not? She thought about him on the daily. “Yeah,” She admitted. “But I’ve been seeing other people. Or at least trying too… Do you know how hard it is to date when the Fire Lord is your ex-boyfriend?” She half rolled her eyes. Suki laughed. “Well, are you going to talk to him?”

“No!” Tsai responded a little louder than intended as panic filled her. “What would I even say?”

“What would you even say to who?” A manly voice asked loudly.

“Sokka!” She turned and gave her old friend a half hug. Tsai was about to ask Sokka a question when Suki interrupted with a sharp whisper. “Tsai, he’s coming,” She hissed lowly not breaking eye contact with her friend.

‘Fuck… fuck… fuck!’ How obvious would it be if she untangled herself from Sokka’s arm and made a run for it? She wondered if she could manage dodging him all night. She had to put herself together. Act normal. Stand up straighter, maybe a little taller. “What do I do? What do I do?!” She asked panicking shifting uneasily on her feet fidgeting with the sun stone necklace she always wore around her neck. “Pretend like Sokka just said something funny!” Suki whispered. Sokka looked beyond confused. When both girls threw their heads slightly and let out a loud laugh.

“Hey Suki-“ Zuko said as he approached the trio with that looked to be a pretend excuse. Despite speaking to the Kyoshi Warrior his golden eyes were locked in on his ex-girlfriend’s. Hers were noticeably fixed on him as well. A familiar tension suddenly becoming evident between the couple. Sokka removed his arm from his friend’s shoulders. She didn’t hear what he said to Suki. Much too struck by his presence, it was almost like seeing a ghost. She looked at his high cheek bones, his sharp jaw, even the scar on his face made him more enticing. His lips…

‘Oh no…’

She swallowed the wine she was drinking with a loud gulp.

‘He was hot.’ “You know, I always thought it would be you two first,” Sokka said bluntly referring to the marriage. She snapped her out of her trance. ‘Great. Way to add salt to the wound Sokka.’ She almost spit out her wine, slightly choking on it. The expression on his face unreadable as she avoided his eyes. She didn’t want to think about that. The last time they had touched the subject had been the day they broke up, it was a painful enough memory…

“Ty Lee needs you to untangle her braid,” Zuko said to his bodyguard in a serious tone.

“Sounds serious,” Suki said in a faltering tone. She made eye contact with her friend who lightly nodded as she was keeping her lips busy still sipping on the wine. “Come help me Sokka,” she said to her boyfriend. “But she’s right there! She’s fine!” Sokka pointed out dumbly. Girls were an enigma he’d never be able to figure out. Suki hissed at him to shut up and dragged him away leaving the ex-lovers alone and to themselves. There was a heavy awkward silence between them. The heavy tension seemed to linger. They hadn’t been in the same room in years. She couldn’t help but wonder just how much he had changed. Hell, how much she had changed. ‘Say something, say something, say something,’ she racked her brain for anything she could say or ask to him. ‘SAY ANYTHING.’ “Nice weather we’re having.”

Oh dear, he was still so painfully awkward. She couldn’t help but laugh a little at his comment. Something so simple which lightly eased the growing tension between the two. “Are you kidding? It’s awful,” she said glancing around at the icy tundra. “Everything is wet and cold and covered in snow. I wonder how Toph can walk around barefoot like that,” she responded her eyes drifting to the blind girl in the crowd. The thought of being barefoot in the snow made her feel even colder. “Well, it’s Toph. She’s tough you know?”

Again. That uncomfortable silence between the two.

Should she ask how he has been? How his mother and sister have been? Should they talk about something other than the New Ozai Society or the Anti-Revolutionary Movement? Maybe the fact that he gave her half of his lands?

But that was a story for another time… “So Aang and Katara huh?” She managed. “Yeah.” “They’re really cute. I’m happy for them.” “Yeah, same,” he said nervously holding the back of his neck. “They’re so cute- it’s kind of gross?” He gave her an odd look. “I mean they call each other sweetie,” She cringed and downed the rest of her drink seeking for some liquid courage. “I mean, we-we were never that corny.” She said addressing the elephant in the room.

This was really not going well. “Yeah,” seemed to be the only word of agreeance he could manage. He let out a weak scoff. “Never.” Both looked away awkwardly. Just in time, as it became night and the sky darkened the party progressed the music’s beat changed and they both noted how the people in the crowd started moving in unison either in groups or in couples. Swaying to an upbeat tune. “What are they doing?” He asked confused. “I think they are… dancing?” She responded just as confused.

Both being Fire Nationers the concept of dancing was completely foreign to them. The art of it had been outlawed for the past one hundred years, both never having witnessed or partaken in the activity. Everybody looked happy dancing, lightly swaying holding each other at a close distance. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes working up the courage to ask her to dance. Maybe it had been years, but the spark was still there, hidden, but he knew it, he could feel it and she looked- just wow…

“Uh, I don’t know how to.”

Zuko snapped out of his daydream to see that guy from the Earth Kingdom, what was his name been, Haru, asking her to dance. “That’s okay. I’ll teach you!” He said encouragingly stretching out his hand to her. She looked at it hesitantly, but he didn’t give her a moment to think it over. “Come on,” he grinned grabbing her hand and dragging her away to dance to an upbeat cheery dance that involved a lot of twirling.

Tsai looked back at Zuko’s who’s eyes had narrowed as he glared daggers at the back of Haru’s head. He glowered with his arms crossed over his chest starring with jealousy as the two danced, even if she was stepping on Haru’s feet the whole time.

“Ty Lee!” Zuko barked at his other bodyguard. Meanwhile said girl was busy flirting with some Water Tribe boys and turned to give her boss an irritated look. “Let’s dance,” he commanded grabbing her hand and pulling her to the dance floor not even giving her a chance to say no.

At first, he moved awkwardly unsure of where to put his hands or how to move his feet. Ty Lee, however, was more graceful; all eyes were on the acrobat as the music continued getting louder and faster. The dance shifted into some type of traditional Water Tribe dance where everybody danced in a circle spinning their partners into the arms of others.

Tsai continued stepping on Haru, profusely apologizing. She felt awful about it. Regardless he was nice and continued dancing, giving her a twirl and a spin, letting her go for a moment. Sokka caught her and did the same, as it seemed part of the dance was switching partners. He did the same and twirled her to Aang who twirled her to- “Y-You’re supposed to twirl me!” She protested with a nervous stammer to Zuko who was now holding her at an arm’s length. However instead of twirling her he was greedy and kept her away all to himself. She felt vulnerable under the intense way his eyes were locked on her face. Her face felt warm.  

“Oh, I guess I forgot,” He said sheepishly letting her go. The song was over, and people stopped dancing. People around clapped and the band suddenly began to play a slower tune. Both looked around and saw couples starting to get together and sway to the slow music. She looked away from him and began to walk away when she felt she was being held back. She looked back and saw his hand holding hers. “Dance with me.” It wasn’t a request. It didn’t sound like he was asking either. She scoffed a little at his sudden demanding nature. Yeah- right. What would he do if she refused?

“You don’t even know how to,” she couldn’t help but laugh at his demand. He arched an eyebrow giving her a meaningful look. She sighed and joined him. After all, what was one dance right? She held him at arm’s length a hand on his shoulder the other in his. His other hand snaking around her waist and resting on her lower back. She swallowed nervously when he pulled her to him completely pressing his body against hers.

Why was he so warm? Why did he smell so good? Why did her heart pace quicken like that? “See? Easy?” He said as they danced right before stepping on her. “Right,” she said in a strained voice, wincing slightly at the pain. He mumbled a painful apology and despite the ache she couldn’t help but laugh a little. She looked up from her feet and saw the way he was looking at her and she couldn’t help but melt in his arms. And just like that. It was almost as if no time had passed in between the two of them. She relaxed, smiling a little, returning the endearing look. She sighed before resting her head on his shoulder. She missed him. She missed him so, so, much. His expression mirrored hers as he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “Tsai, I’m ready,” he suddenly said. “For what?” She asked perplexed, continuing to lightly sway against his body, barely lifting her feet off the ground hoping not to step on him. “For the next step,” he said decisively. “As long as you don’t step on me again,” she sniggered playfully. “I’m serious,” she saw his lips were drawn into a sober thin line. “I’m ready to take out relationship to the next step.” She swore she could hear a needle scratch on a record somewhere in a loud sound in her head that made her snap out of her daze.

“Our relationship?” She pulled away looking at him startled. “We don’t have a relationship.” She was about to let go. She was about to run away and hide in the crowd, but he held her in place. “Tsai, look at me,” he spoke in a low tone holding her closer. “Look at me and tell me you don’t feel it.” She struggled but met his warm, honey colored eyes. Her eyes moved down to his lips which suddenly looked extremly inviting. She wanted to kiss him, she wanted to do it right here, right now. Yet- she remained silent, slightly shaking her head attempting to pull away from his touch. She couldn’t be with him. They shouldn’t be together. Not when- “Don’t. Run away.” He whispered in her ear, hands firm on her body, planting her on the spot. His hot breath against her skin sent chills down her spine. He pressed his forehead against hers. “It wouldn’t be fair…” She whispered back to him in a voice filled with pain. “I don’t want to make you…” She shook her head again slightly, alluding to one of the main reasons why they had broken up. The song was over and they both pulled apart when they heard clapping. She cleared her throat and joined in on the clapping.

“I need a drink,” she said nervously returning to the bar. What was this her third, maybe fourth drink?

Zuko’s eyes trailed after her, watching from a far. He sighed to himself.

It was then that the ground trembled violently. Some lost their balance collapsing as a massive explosion blew up in the docks erupting in a massive cloud of smoke. Snow going up in the air and falling like hail.

BOOM! There was another explosion and another, dark snow and flames blowing up in the air in the plaza around them. The music stopped. The crowd scattered unsure of where to go.

Tsai looked turning her attention to the plaza where everybody was when she suddenly felt a blade being pressed against her neck from behind. She gasped lightly at the surprise attack and elbowed the figure in the stomach before ducking. She turned to face her assailant, the bar tender, who held two blades one in each hand.

She reached into her sleeves and pulled out a pellet that when cracked against the floor became a smoke bomb. Her attacker coughed and swatted at the fog, she ran opposite of the explosions towards the ledge. The attacker emerged from the smog coughing loudly and ran towards her with his blades up. This time however, she stood her ground and pulled out the two hidden blames she always wore under her sleeves.

“Who sent you?” She demanded to know as both engaged in a knife fight.

Zuko saw Aang, Katara and the rest of the original Avatar group disperse as they divided to check on guests and on the nearby explosions. He turned back and his eyes went wide when he saw the auburn-haired girl under attack.

“I’m going after her!” He said out loud to his bodyguards. “Go with the others! Make sure everyone is okay!” He didn’t hesitate in rushing to her side. He saw her reach for her assailant and drive one of her blades into his torso in a fatal wound. The man bent over in pain, but he held onto her arm as fell back off the ledge dragging her down into the abyss with him.

“No!” Zuko shouted rushing to the edge, he could see the crimson dotted spots of blow staining the snow in a stark contrast. Peering over the ledge he saw nothing but an icy ocean that stretched out for miles ahead. The wind blowing harsher and louder on the edge cliff. In the ice below a dark hole of broken ice from the impact of the crash and fall. He stepped down without caution and slid down the icy slope, running down, almost falling twice. He stepped on the ice which cried in protest to his weight, he removed his long cloak and braced himself for the cold before leaping into the icy, dark waters. The cold didn’t affect him due to his mastery of his fire bending nature. Underwater he could see a dark string of water going up to the surface. It was blood… Looking down he saw the enemy sinking deeper into the ocean, at some distance was Tsai also sinking unconsciously from the terrible shock of the freezing waters which stabbed you like knives. His eyes squinted as he attempted to peer into the dark waters and past the sea salt that itched. It took him a moment to reach her. He held her tight against him and swam up to the surface almost out of breath. He pressed his palms flat on the ice and used his fire bending to break free. He regulated his breathing, spitting out yellow flames, keeping himself warm like his uncle had taught him.

He held her trembling body close, she was silent, remaining mute from the shock of the hypothermia. He picked up his tossed wool cloak and wrapped it around her. Looking up he could see smoke emitting from the top of the cliff. Going up wasn’t safe, it wasn’t a choice. The first priority was getting her warm before the hypothermia or frostbite set in. He spotted a nearby hole in the wall, a possible makeshift cave and took her there. He carried her wrapped in his cloak, she had already been tipsy, which only made matters worse. She was trembling violently, her face was pale, lips were turning blue and her wet hair stuck to her face. Clothes dripping with freezing saltwater. She had a glazed over disoriented look in her eyes and her speech was slurred as a symptom of the shock. He wasn't an expert, but his uncle had once lectured him on the effects of hypothermia and how to avoid it the last time they had been to the north pole. From what he could see she was still conscious and the fact that she was shivering meant that the effects of the hypothermia were thankfully mild. He set her own her feet and she stood wobblily, her knees weak, the disorientation getting the best of her. He saw her stumble and collapse forward barely managing to catch her mid drop. Both falling to their knees. She was soaking, cold to the bone. His thick, wool cloak wasn’t of much use this way. “I have to take off your clothes,” he said reaching for the buttons of her wet parka almost as if waiting for her consent. Agni. It was a life or death situation. “Do it.” She managed to speak through chattering teeth. He undid her clothes quickly removing her parka and bottoms, leaving the poor girl to hug her shaking body only in her undergarments for the sake of modesty. She flinched at the flesh that became exposed to the cold pole’s night air. He was trying his best to be respectful and avert his eyes from her body, but they couldn’t help but wonder. He didn’t waste any time in wrapping the cloak against her completely engulfing her in it. The only thing visible was her face. He pulled her into his dry lap. He leaned back against the icy wall and with fiery breaths warmed his system thoroughly. Heat radiating from his body. She clung to him burrowing deep into his chest desperate for his warm touch, he lightly rubbed her back placing his head on top of hers trying his best to radiate some, but not too much warm. If he fucked up, she’d probably go into cardiac arrest from the harsh change in temperature. A moment passed and she was silent. Panicking he looked down and lightly shook her body.

“Tsai, tsai! You can’t fall asleep! You have to stay awake!” He said lightly shaking her body. She grumbled and let out a shuddering breath at the absence of his warmth. “I need you to touch me,” she whispered in a shuddering breath. He looked at her for a moment his eyes hard with an unreadable expression. With icy hands she reached for his warm ones and placed them on her sides underneath the cloak. She sat on his tight and greedily touched him needing more of his warmth. His hands roamed her sides, her arms and her upper and lower back, the light firebending in them making his large slender hands toasty, warm and inviting to touch. “I never thought this is how I would die,” she whispered dramatically against this skin. “You’re not going to die,” he said reassuringly gently back rubbing her body. Her body was ice cold to the touch.

She was already starting to feel better, the warmth returning to her body little by little, slowly as it should be. “Keep me warm. Please. I need you,” she quivered clinging to him desperately. Fisting the fabric of his coat opening it slightly to palm the bare warm skin of his chest. He saw that look in her eyes. They held in more than the wanting and need for his touch. There was another dark emotion reflected in her eyes. He warmed his breath, knowing that she’d be immune to the fire due to part of her nature which was made up of the Sun Spirit. The same part that made her be able to walk through flames and made her hair unnaturally red. Slowly he leaned in and placed a firey kiss on her neck. On that sensitive, tender spot just underneath her ear. The flames licking her body, sticking to her in a caressing warmth. His hands underneath the cloak sparkled lightly against her cool flesh with elicited flames. He continued kissing every exposed inch of her skin, each touch hotter, wetter, more ardent than the previous one. She stretched her neck to the side allowing him more room to paint in the canvas of her neck and with a deep exhale she let out a low moan. One that shook him to his core. He froze in the spot. Seeing as the two had never crossed that strongly marked line…

“I-I’m sorry,” she apologized and pulled back trembling slightly. She knew this wasn’t the sort of thing he was comfortable with and didn’t want to put him in that undesirable position. His eyes never left hers. “It’s okay,” he said reassuringly, his hands rounding around the back of her waist once again sitting her on his thigh. She looked at him with a tentative expression. After all this had been one of the reasons of their breakup. “It’s okay,” he repeated in a comforting tone. Maybe… Just maybe like he had said he was ready for the next step… He breathed out a tongue of fire and took in a deep breath before diving in and kissing the underside of her jaw. One of his hands held her face, the other held a rough grip on her hip. His fingers digging into her skin. She sighed and her eyes locked on him giving him almost a feverish look. She remained unmoved, instead he moved up and caught her lips in his.

After all this time, it really was the same as before, nothing had changed. The spark lingered. Both felt a familiar warmth spread through their bodies. Her heart jumped to her throat. He stroked her face and she parted her mouth slightly, his tongue softly tracing her bottom lip. Scratch that- maybe it was even better than last time. She unconsciously rolled her hips forward letting out a throaty groan, wanting to ease the demanding tickling that had formed in between her legs. She wanted him. Oh, she had wanted him for years. She could feel him turning hard against her leg. She continued grinding against him, forward and back in deeper rolling motions. His hands like his skin were hot, his breath against hers steaming in clouds of white as she pressed his body against his. He let out a deep groan against her skin before kissing it. God, how he’d missed her. How touch starved he’d been all this time. She reached for his hands and testing the waters raised them up slightly, they trailed her skin, sending shivers down her spine before she placed them on top of her breasts. He grasped them lightly, his hands melting what she felt were hard icicle that had formed on her chest. Patches of her skin now glowing with a rosy glow from his hot touch, the paleness and blue frost gradually waning. Her hair and body now safely dry.

She rubbed her wet core against the rough clothing of his leg riding him as if there were no tomorrow. She strained in her breathing struggling to hold the lewd sounds she was making inside of her throat.

He observed the flustered expression on his face and wanted more. He throbbed for more. Moving a steady hand to her hip he followed her movements, pressing him down harder against her. She rubbed harder and deeper. She was so greedy to please herself, so desperate for that release. Until she let out a small cry her head tilting back slightly, breathing heavily as she reached her release. The knot that had formed in the pits of her stomach fantastically becoming undone. She sighed content. Coming down from her high. Both of her arms were wrapped around his neck, she lowered them to his chest and looked at him with a post haze from her momentary high.

She kissed him hard, harden than she ever had. Leaving absolutely no space between them. If she pressed herself to him any harder the two might’ve morphed into one. Both having forgotten they were in cave, that an assassin had just tried to kill them, that she had almost gone into hypothermic shock. “You’re shaking,” he said with a small smile stroking the inside of her arm.

She let out a little laugh. “Yes, but I’m not that cold anymore.”

He kissed her face while she spoke and again held her tightly against his body.

“I miss you.” 

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“Are you excited?” my best friend Deja asked me excitedly over the phone. I can hear her boyfriend Hoseok yapping in the background with their new puppy and my heart aches.

My 21st birthday is in approximately two hours and seventeen minutes, but it’s more than just your average birthday. Sure, I’ll be able to legally drink and that’s cool I guess but it’s more than that.

Everyone is born with a soulmate. Another person that is destined to be their other half. A person born to complete them in every way they could possibly imagine. When a person turns 21, their soulmate’s initials will appear on the inside of their wrist. From there it’s all up to fate to lead each half to the other to make a whole.

“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be” I say with a sigh. I want what they have but the pessimist in me can’t help but think, what if I’m one of the unlucky ones? What if I’m one of the few who get a rose instead of initials, meaning my soulmate has died before I’ve even gotten the chance to meet him.

“Stop it, hoe! I can practically hear you stressing yourself out through this phone” Deja is way too intuitive for her own good sometimes. “When you wake up in the morning there will be initials on your wrist and you’re going to see that you’ve been freaking out over nothing. Now go get some sleep and we’ll see you tomorrow for dinner”

We say our goodbyes and for once I actually listen to Deja and go to sleep. My dreams are filled with a shadowy stranger whose features I can’t make out no matter how hard I try. I can tell he’s tall and lanky with brown hair that flops over his forehead, but not much else. Even though his face is a blur, I feel a sense of peace in his presence.

I awake with a sigh, groggily rubbing eyes when I become aware of three slightly raised letters on the inside of my left wrist. Holy crap Deja was right. I was worrying for nothing.

KTH

KTH? I take a mental inventory of everyone I know but come up empty. No one I know has those initials so my soulmate isn’t someone I already know. My mind drifts back to the boy from my dream. It has to be him. It’s the only scenario that makes sense.

My phone rings with a skype call from Deja before I can sink too deep into my thoughts.

“Let me see your arm” she demands the second the call connects.

“Damn good morning to you too. I’m doing great on this fabulous anniversary of my birth thanks for inquiring”

“Happy birthday, babes! Now expose thine arm” with a roll of my eyes, I lift my wrist to the camera so that she can see the little black letters tattooed on my skin.

“I’m not gonna lie, I was hoping it would be Jungkook’s initials so we could go on cute little double dates” my eyes roll on their own accord at the mention of one of Hoseok’s best friends. He’s a year younger than me and therefore not old enough to know who his soulmate is yet. Everyone else in our friend group has already seen those tell-tale letters appear on their skin although so far Deja and Hoseok are the only ones to actually find their soulmates.

“Little Jungkookie is going to make some girl very happy one day, but that girl will not be me”

“Maybe if I don’t kill him first. Did I tell you that he ate all my girl scout cookies when he came over the other day? That shit is just unacceptable”

“Welp, it was nice knowing him I guess. Anyways, help me pick out an outfit for tonight. I need to look extra hot just in case this KTH makes an appearance tonight”

My birthday is a smashing success, but I end the night still oblivious about who the initials on my skin belong to. I lightly run my fingers over each letter as I lay in bed. I have the very same dream as I did the night before but this one is slightly more detailed. My shadow boy’s face is still blurry for the most part as he dances around in some spacious room but this time I can see his smile. It’s boxy and makes my heart skip a beat with its beauty. I decide then and there that I will do whatever it takes to keep that smile on his face.

He starts to fade away. The word ‘tomorrow’ silently forming on his lips as he backs away from me. I reach out, trying to keep him with me but it’s no use and he disappears once more.

~

I can barely focus in my classes the next day as all my thoughts are of the literal boy of my dreams. It feels like the day is dragging by or maybe I’m just seeing it through eyes that are desperate to be closed in slumber so that I can dream again. Either way, it’s undoubtedly the longest day of my life.

This never-ending day only gets longer when my mom reminds me that my cousin is being featured in an art exhibit at a local gallery tonight and that my attendance is required. I try to put my foot down but of course my mom isn’t having that which is how I find myself driving the 45 minutes back to my hometown after my last class to attend my cousin’s art show.

The art exhibit is just as boring as I expected it would be. A bunch of pretentious art hippies standing next to dots and boxes on a canvas that are supposed to be a representation of some deep cultural conflict. Thank God for complimentary champagne.

I’m aimlessly milling about, sipping what I believe is my third glass of bubbly when I spot a painting of a young woman. Her skin is a rich chocolate that contrasts beautifully with the white oversized sweater that hangs off of her frame in a way that’s classy yet sultry. She’s looking over her shoulder but the only clearly discernible facial feature that’s clearly depicted is a set of full lips shaded a deep red. The rest of her face is obscured by the waves of inky black curls that cascade slightly past her shoulders.

The fine intricacies of art are generally lost on me, but I can tell that this piece was painted with immense adoration and reverence. Every brush stroke is purposeful in its intent to recreate the beauty that is this woman. I only wish that someone could paint me that way.

“Do you like it?” a husky voice asks over my shoulder, causing me to gasp and nearly spill the glass of champagne I’d all but forgotten about.

A shiver runs down my spine as I jerk my head around to put a face to the voice. What I see sends my glass of champagne on a direct path to the hardwood floor beneath my feet. I’d recognize that floppy brown hair anywhere.

“Shit! I’m so sor-” he grabs my arm to stop me from bending to help one of the servers that had rushed over to clean up my mess. His touch sends lightning bolts of heat and awareness shooting through my veins. “Please tell me your initials are KTH because if they aren’t I’ve just a made a fool out of myself for nothing”

The cute boxy smile I’d been dreaming of makes an appearance as he gently grabs my wrist, running his thumb over the initials on my skin.

“And to think I almost skipped this lame art show. I’m Kim Taehyung. Pleased to finally make your acquaintance Ms. JLG” he says as he lifts my left hand to his lips.

“Jessica, but you can call me Jess”

“Well Jess, you never answered my question. Do you like this piece?” he inquires once again. I try not to focus too much on how delightful my name sounds coming from his lips

“Oh, yes, it’s beautiful!” I turn to look at it fleetingly, doing a double take when I finally notice the small golden name plate beneath the painting.

Kim Taehyung

But does that mean? No…it can’t be. The question in my head must be all over my face because Taehyung quickly confirms that I am in fact looking at an artistic rendition of myself. It’s even more mesmerizing now that I know this information.

“Two years” my thoughts are once again interrupted as he speaks up again. “I’ve worked on this for two years. Ever since you first appeared in my dreams I’ve been trying to capture you on paper so that I didn’t have to be asleep to see you smile at me” I’m choked up with emotion as he pushes a stray curl away from my face.

This can’t be real life. I must be dreaming. Kim Taehyung is the definition of perfect and here he is making me feel like no one else matters or even exists for that matter. I’m tempted to pinch myself to make sure I’m not actually asleep when my mother does it for me.

“Jessica Lorraine Garrison! I have called you five times and why are you hiding in the corner with some boy?” my mom demands and it’s then that I notice that the gallery is nearly empty save a few stragglers.

“Kim Taehyung, pleased to meet you Mrs. Garrison. It appears that your daughter and I are soulmates.” Well he sure doesn’t beat around the bush. My mom chokes as she looks between me and the man next to me with wide eyes. In all twenty-one of my years on this Earth I’ve never seen this woman speechless. My younger sister is standing behind her biting her fist as she struggles to contain her laughter.

She grabs his arm and unceremoniously shoves the sleeve of his sweater up to his elbow so she can get a clear, unobstructed view of his wrist. Way to make a first impression mom. Seeing my initials on Taehyung’s tan skin makes my heart skip a few beats. This is actually happening. I could’ve done without my mom interrupting our first meeting to manhandle him but this is just who she is as a person. I breathe a sigh of relief when she finally releases him but of course it’s short-lived.

“Don’t think that just because you’re my daughter’s soulmate you’ll get to whisk her away. I still don’t know you so, if you want this to go any further, I expect to see you at family dinner on Sunday” she finally turns to me and I’m sure I look absolutely scared at the prospect of subjecting my soulmate to my crazy ass family. “Olivia, give him the address. We’ll be in the car” She saunters away with my sister in tow, meeting up with my father who is impatiently waiting by the door.

“I’m so sorry about her. She has no concept of privacy or personal space”

“Don’t worry about it. Your mom is just protective and I can’t say I don’t feel the same way about you, Jess.” He says as he reaches out to cradle my face in one of his large hands. I can’t help the satisfied sigh that escapes me as I let my eyes drift shut, leaning into his palm.

He pulls me into his chest in a tight embrace, kissing the top of my head. I’m not sure how long we stood that way but it wasn’t long enough. When we finally separate, we exchange numbers and I make sure to send him my parents’ address for dinner on Sunday.

“Until we meet again” he whispers before pressing his lips to my knuckles. I nearly melt into a puddle of mush but somehow manage to keep it together. Feeling a little bold, I quickly peck him on the cheek before rushing out of the door in embarrassment.

~

“You met your soulmate already?! Damn that was quick!” Deja screeches into the phone the next day as I recount my meeting with a certain Kim Taehyung. “It took me almost a whole year to finally find Hoseok. I’m jealous!”

“Mom is making him come over for dinner tomorrow and if he makes it through that then we truly are meant to be because my family is full of nut cases.”

~

It’s Sunday and I’ve been on edge all day. My phone vibrates with a text from Tae while I’m doing my make-up and my heart flutters. We’ve been talking non-stop since we met at the gallery so you would think that I’d have gotten used to seeing his name on my phone but it always feels new. I smile to myself as I coat my lips in red lipstick before picking up my phone.

Taehyungie: see you in 20!

Attached to his text is a picture of a beautiful bouquet of daisies. I don’t know how he knew that daisies are one of my favorite flowers but I’m not complaining. Feeling flirty, I snap a picture of my lips to send back to him, commenting on how my lips match his painting of me.

Taehyungie: Ms. Jess you’re going to be the death of me

Exactly 20 minutes later the sound of the doorbell echoes through the house.

“I got it!” I yell as I make a mad dash down the stairs but my dad beats me to the door.

“Good evening, sir! I’m Kim Taehyung. It’s nice to meet you” He holds his free hand out to greet my dad who just grunts like a caveman as he steps aside to let him in.

“Oh my God, Dad, stop trying to scare him” He waves me off as he walks towards the kitchen probably to try and convince my mom to let him sample the food. “Sorry about him. He’s not always like this I promise”

Dinner goes surprisingly well. My family is on their absolute worst behavior despite their promises to act civilized, but Taehyung rolls with it and even joins them in their foolishness. Maybe there is something to this soulmate thing after all.

~

“Tae, I think I’m dying” I collapse on the floor at his feet and he has the audacity to just ignore me. “So you’re just going to leave me here to suffer?” I ask, using his knees to pull myself up on to the couch next to him.

“You’re the one who decided that eating sushi from a gas station couldn’t possibly be a bad idea” I pout as he tosses my poor decision back into my face.

“Shut up” he nuzzles my neck, leaving a kiss at the junction of my shoulder. “No, I don’t want your kisses anymore”

“Oh come on, babe. I held your hair when you were praying at the porcelain throne. Doesn’t that count for something?”

I give him a sideways glance before tuning him out completely and focusing on the cartoons playing on the tv instead. His dog Yeontan comes traipsing into the living room a few minutes into Tae’s pout session.

“Tannie! I know you’ll love me” The small dog gives Tae a once over before jumping into my lap instead. “Wow” he complains, “even my dog has abandoned me. What did I do to deserve this?”

“You know he still hasn’t forgiven you for petting that Chihuahua when we went to the park yesterday. You hurt his feelings” As if he can understand me, Yeontan gives a little sniff in Tae’s direction before snuggling deeper into my lap.

This is a typical weekend for us now. We’ve spent nearly every weekend for the past eight months together. We try to alternate weekends, but according to Tae my college apartment has better natural lighting which means he’s usually at my place and constantly taking candid photos of me. The struggle of dating a Photography student.

“Can I have a kiss if I buy you pizza?” he asks out of the blue.

“Pepperoni and bacon with jalapeños and lots of pineapple please” I reply with a kiss to his cheek.

Two hours later, after gorging ourselves on pizza, we’re cuddled up on the couch watching a random movie on Netflix when Tae’s long fingers suddenly skim across the exposed skin where his t-shirt has ridden up. A gasp escapes me as goosebumps rise along my skin in the wake of his touch.

“Excuse me, sir, but I’m actually trying to watch this movie that you picked out” I say as I pull his wandering hand out of my shirt and lace our fingers together.

His frustrated groan makes me giggle as I continue to deny his advances. Getting him all worked up is one of my favorite past times. We both know I’m going to give in. It’s only a matter of when.

Just as I’m about to relent to his persistent ways, an intense burning sensation singes the nerve endings in my left wrist. It feels as though a lit match is being held to my skin. I can vaguely hear Tae freaking out over my screaming but my focus is narrowed on the small letters on my skin that are actually beginning to fade.

“Fuck” Tae’s slender fingers wrap around my skin as he lifts my wrist to examine it. He runs his thumb over what’s left of his initials and the burning instantly ceases as the letters come back into focus before our eyes.

“Tae, what just happened?” I ask, more freaked out than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

“I don’t know but I think we need to call The Institute immediately”

For as long as there have been soulmates, there have been scientific minds hard at work trying to figure out how the whole thing functions. Formally called, The Soulmate Scientific Institute, they are the people you call for soulmate emergencies. They handle everything that could possibly negatively impact a soulmate union and my eyes go wide at the fact that we are now in need of their services. I swallow around the knot in my throat and nod as Tae scrambles to find his phone.

I absently stroke my thumb over Tae’s initials, wincing slightly at the fleeting burning sensation that still remains. Yeontan seems to sense my distress and licks my wrist before hopping back into my lap. I stroke his fur as I try to wrap my head around what just happened. I just hope The Institute can give us some answers.

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[mrsmancuspia]

ME: I want to write a Reylo fanfic...with a deep stoy, angst, self discovery, character development and love, it’s not about the smut. 

Also me at 3am writing a one shot smut fanfic:

The struggle is real.

#smut #fafic #real problems #the struggle is too real #reylo #reylo trash

[cutaepatootie]

Touched by a Fallen Star

Pairing: Jimin | Reader Word Count: ??? Genre: PrinceJiminAU, Angst, Fluff & Smut

Preview of the upcoming third story of my Tales of Greyria stories!

It all started with a beautiful meteor shower.

The Sun had long set behind the cliffs that surrounded the now dark fields of the kingdom named Greyria, a dark blue veil covering the sky. The vacant place of the burning star had been replaced by the silver globe of light that was the Moon.

Silence filled the sleeping kingdom, its villagers fast asleep in their warm beds. Every candle had been blown out, every door and window closed. The streets were empty, only a few rats running in their nocturnal search for food. The field’s calmness was only interrupted by the hoot of the owls, or the “cri-cri” of the crickets.

But Greyria’s castle was more awake than ever.

It stood on top of its cliff, all candles were lit, all doors and windows opened. Maids ran relentlessly through the castle corridors, guards kept their places next to every door, chefs worked non-stop in the kitchens, boiling milk and cooking soup. Despite that, it was surprisingly quiet since everyone was waiting anxiously.

And just when the King gave the hundredth walk around the small library that had been turned into a waiting room, and the sky shed its first tear, the star free-falling all over the night sky, the first cry was heard all over the castle.

“It is a boy, your highness, a beautiful and healthy boy,” the midwife announced.

“A boy! A heir to the throne!” another voice said in the room.

Prince Park Jimin was born on a beautiful night of October, during a meteor shower. His cries were intense, and you could see he had a strong temperament - just like his father, the King. His nose was small and straight, his lips plump and his cheeks rosy - just like his mother’s, the Queen. Prince Park Jimin was a beautiful and healthy baby boy.

That first star that had fallen from the sky like a tear rolling down a cheek, wanted to see the Prince’s beauty too. So, on its way through the galaxy, that star diverted from its journey  across the sky of the Earth and pierced the atmosphere. At first, it was an enormous fireball falling towards Greyria, and the people from other faraway kingdoms who were awake and contemplated it, gasped, pointing at the falling star, holding their breaths. But, as it fell, it grew smaller and smaller, until it was the size of a feather, letting the breeze carry it through the night air.

Miles away from the castle, near the border of the Old Forest, a humble farm was located. In the barn, the tranquil snores of the sleeping animals could be heard. But in the small living room of the farm, that silence that filled Greyria that October night, was broken not only by the crakes of the fire that was lit in the fireplace, but by cries similar to the ones being heard in the castle.

And just as the farmer and his wife greeted their first daughter, a feather made of silver light entered the room from the open window. It danced gracefully to the Autumn’s breeze until it landed on the baby’s small nose, and when it made contact with her skin, the whole room burst into a blinding silver light. It pierced through the baby’s skin, seeped into her bones and after the breathless gasps from her parents, it disappeared.

Just like that, yours and Prince Park Jimin’s fates were forever sealed.

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[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

Quiet As A Mouse {Park Jimin} ~Happy One Month!!~

Prompt: Can I request 15 but instead of the reader being told that it's a sub!jimin 💕💕💕 thank you!! 

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count:

Warning: smut, 

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Not a sound, do you understand?" I whisper in Jimin's ear, his eyes widening worry as I slip my hand under the blanket that was draped over our laps. I slide my hand over his bulge smiling as he took his plump bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes shift down to his lap, to my face, to the other couch which Taehyung and Jungkook sat on, both too engrossed into the rom-com I had recommended for the night to acknowledge I or Jimin. "You have to be absolutely quiet," I pull my hand from his sweats and squirt some of the lotion on the table beside the couch into the palm of my hand, slipping it back under his sweats, his eyes screw shut as I begin to slowly stroke him, his teeth clamping down harder on his bottom lip, so much it starts to lose color. "or I will make you want to moan even louder.” I threaten, tightening my hand around him, my other hand pushing his sweats down a little so I could have better access. I rest my head on his shoulder and my eyes focus on the t.v, I begin to slowly pump my hand up and down his length, twisting here and there.

"Oh my god!" Jimin whispers, and I lift my hand sending him a warning glare, my fingers tightening around the skin under his head, his hips bucking up. I smirk at the reactions I could get out of the boy and his eyes find mine, and he mouths 'that's not fair'. I frown, mocking him with a simple shrug,

"You know what else isn't fair?" I whisper leaning in, my lips grazing over his cheek until they were right next to his ear, "Your members showing up at all hours of the day making it so I can't even fuck my boyfriend." I run my thumb over his slit, his eyes snapping shut as a shaky breath comes out in place of a moan.

"Y/N, please," I cut him off with a daunting look,

"I thought I told you to be quiet, no, absolutely silent." I hiss, slowly my hand on his length, my eyes scanning his face as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth again, his eyes screwed shut as he focused on trying not to moan. His head falls back against the couch and he's carefully thrusting his hips up into my hand, making sure it didn't look like anything was going on underneath the cover.  "If you cum for me Jimin, right here, right in front of your members, you'll make mommy very happy, I might even reward you tonight..." I growl in his ear, stopping my hand to let him fuck himself into my fist.

"Please, please don't make me," Although he's begging me not to make him cum he reaches down and clasps his hand over mine, tightening my wrist just a little as he quickens the thrust of his hips. "You know I can never stay quiet when I'm cumming for you mommy," He lifts his head and his eyes meet mine before shifting over toward the sobbing Taehyung and Jungkook both of them still very into the movie. "It's g-go-going to be s-so embarrassing..." He seethes, his cheeks getting darker at the thought of getting caught, "I'm going to make a mess," He's lips are directly next to my ear as he whispers all his fears, "Please mommy, please don't-" He clamps his mouth shut once he notices his voice getting higher. His hand stays over mine as he is now desperately lifting his hips so his cock could slip through the tight vice of my hand. I watch in amusement as he gets himself off, the vein in his neck bulge as he fights off any moan bubbling in his throat, his hand down quickly moving my hand up and down his length, the slick sounds drowned out by the sound of the other two's light sobbing.

"You're complaining about cumming but you're not stopping Minnie!" I lift my head, lips against the heated skin of his neck, "It seems like you want to cum in front of your members like you're desperate to cum in front of your members." I drag my tongue along his jaw, before gasping, "Wait! Don't tell me this is getting you off...are you about to cum because I'm touching you or because your members are a mere six feet away from us?"

"B-both," He immediately squeaks, his eyes nervously shifting over toward Taehyung and Jungkook, eyes lingering on them as he continued to pump my hand up and down his length,

"Hmmm, maybe if they catch you we could ask them to join us..." I nip at his lobe, my tongue darting out to lick the shell of his ear, "Would you like it if mommy invited Kookie and Tae to play?" I can hear him gulp as his eyes shift back toward me, he looks perplexed. "Well?"

"Fuck! Yes, yes I would fucking love it," I raise my brows at his choice of words clicking my tongue,

"You must be close....you always slip up when you're close." I reach behind me, grabbing two Kleenexes from the box, bringing it under the cover, "You were right about the mess, I didn't even think about it." I cock my head to the side, eyes focused on his lap as he stilled my hand, quickly grabbing the other one to place it at his tip, his cock twitching as he came seconds later.

"Fuck!" He bellows and naturally our heads whip toward the other boys who were already looking back at us with puffy eyes and furrowed brows, them looking didn't stop Jimin as his hips jerked a few times, his hand holding mine shaking a little.

"Good boy," I whisper, kissing his jaw, "You've been such a good boy for me." My eyes catch Jungkook's and he quickly looks away, pulling Taehyung's head the same way.

"Thank you, mommy, thank you so much," Jimin whispers, his other hand grasping the inside of my thigh, nails digging into the flesh, I smile up at him, kissing every inch of his exposed skin as he rides out his high.

"So, we should get going." Taehyung nervously laughed with a low whistle, before Jimin or I have any time to protest Taehyung is pulling Jungkook out the door.

"Well, that didn't go as planned." I giggle, eyes nervously scanning Jimin's flushed face for any sign of discomfort,

"Yeah, but it was hot." He giggles, raising his eyebrows, cheekily,

"You're into being watched?"

"Maybe..." He whispers with heated cheeks, "Just a little."

"Maybe one day mommy could invite more people over to watch how good of a good boy you are for me, would you like that?"

"Yes mommy," He yawns, resting his head on my shoulder, "I'd like that a lot."

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[milkyytae]

Angel baby ~ Preview 

Pairing: Female Reader x Park Jimin 

Genre: Sugar baby/sugar daddy AU; multimillionaire!jimin 

angst/smut

masterlist 

preview, part 1, part 2, part 3

The streets were cold that night and you regretted not putting a scarf on, at least your luxurious fur coat was keeping you warm. Your heels clicked in the dark street where your taxi had dropped you off. The only light came from the bar you were heading for, laughter and music were leaking out of it. You quickly walked in, to get out of the cold winter night. A warm lighting hit your eyes and as expected a guitarist was sat in a corner and singing while half the bar chatted around a couple of drinks. Smiles were on everyone's faces and not one lonely drunk was to be seen, only the bliss of the warm beverages. The welcoming atmosphere soothed you, the heat of the fire reached your exposed skin and the freezing night air was soon forgotten.

You searched around looking for anyone who could possibly be the person who had invited you here and spotted a man in a booth sitting alone on the crimson leather. He had to be him, he had all the looks of a rich person, his position straight and clothing overflowing in opulence. You put on your best smile and strode over towards him,

“Are you Park Jimin?” you asked in a soft voice, looking down on the man whose face was still hidden by the darkness.

The man turned towards you and you were dumbfounded to discover that he was young, and drop dead stunning. His blonde hair was swept away from his forehead, revealing the integrity of his statuesque beauty. His cheeks lifted as his mouth curved to form a sweet smile making his eyes turn into small moons.

“Yes, I suppose you are here for the sugar baby deal Y/N Y/L/N?”

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[sariasprincy]

I love your writing, long time fan, found you on fafic then archive and just now found out you have a Tumblr. You are my favorite and you write so well I read it all to fast. Thank you for writing! You are amazing!

Aw! That’s so sweet! I’m glad you enjoy my writing so much! To be honest, I’ve been struggling with tomorrow’s Smut Monday. (It may end up being another Smut Tuesday) so keep an eye out!!