#i am having writers block hours so i guess y'all just have to take the random scenes that come into my head ahsjvnbm

[jaws-and-canines]

Winter On The Farm

This doesn't really fit into any particular story, I just thought it was interesting to tell as it follows a young (not older than ten or eleven) Fennec and his family. Content warning for mild injuries to a minor and referenced animal death.

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The forest is quiet, a frost settling on the branches, every living thing either hiding from the cold or in the deepest lull of a winter slumber, curled amidst the soft trappings of a burrow.

A branch snaps sharply underfoot, and a bird somewhere startles at the noise. The boy comes tripping and stumbling through the undergrowth, short sleeves barely covering arms raked by thorny branches and holly and covered in goosebumps. He’s sobbing as he half runs, half shambles through the forest, occasionally coughing on his own tears.

He stops, shivering, suddenly realising he’s freezing and bleeding from seemingly thousands of tiny snags and cuts on his arms from running through the undergrowth. He stops beside his tree, a pale and leafless thing, and crawls beneath a jagged outcrop of wood into the hollow interior of the trunk, pressing himself against the smooth wooden walls, hollowed out by time, rot, and industrious animals aplenty. It’s barely big enough to sit up inside the trunk, and he hunches over, wrapping his arms around his knees, still sobbing. His glasses are so stained with tears he can barely see the light creeping into the tree. It smells of warmth, of nature, but he can’t seem to use that to calm himself down like he usually can. He takes great gasping breaths, almost hyperventilating, just trying to calm down enough to put a coherent thought together.

All he can hear is the squealing of the pig ringing in his ears. His father had talked him into it, said he was ready at least to help him slaughter a pig, told him that it would be easy. It hadn’t been easy. The pig had fought. Bucking and squealing and thrashing around, hooves and snouts and all its weight. And the moment that had happened, he had dropped the knife. Bursting into tears, quite unceremoniously, he’d run for the safety of the hollow tree, through the brambles and the icy mud and the empty forest.

“Anton!” comes the cry from the edge of the forest. “Anton, come back!”

Fennec screws his eyes shut and presses his hands against them. He thinks again of the pig and wails, and then clamps a hand over his mouth, hearing his father’s footsteps suddenly pick up pace and come running over to the tree. “You will not go running like that, Anton!” exclaims his father. “You worry me that you are turning into your brother!”

Fennec doesn’t have to ask which brother. He always understood that Otto was different, spending most of his life in a government-funded hospital. All Fennec remembered of visiting Otto in the hospital was playing with a chewed up train set in an empty room full of forlorn toys whilst his parents talked next door about things he was too young to understand with a doctor who smelt of cigarette ash. He’d spent from the morning to sunset, alone, forgotten, even, but so deeply absorbed in fantasy that when his mother came back to collect him, he’d excitedly showed her the timetable he’d written out for the trains and the drawings of all the engines that ran on the imaginary line he’d created. She’d broken down crying on the spot. He still wasn’t quite sure why, and it kept him awake at night sometimes.

Fennec swallows sharply, pushing aside the memory. “I’m sorry,” he says, and his voice cracks. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

His father kneels down beside the hollow tree. “Don’t be sorry. It is an irrational fear of mine. Come on out, Anton,” he says.

Fennec peeks out from the inside of the trunk. His father sees the light catch his thick glasses and then sees him shrink back into the tree again. “You have blood on your shoes.”

There’s a pause. His father leans on the outside of the tree. “Yes, yes, I do.”

“You killed the pig.”

His father licks his lips, preparing for another wave of tears, predicting his son as if he was reading from a script. “I did,” he says gently.

“I’m useless, aren’t I?” sobs Fennec, and starts bawling again. His father sits down against the tree trunk. “Oh, Anton,” he says.

Fennec wails, distraught. “I’m no use,” he sniffles. “Max and Ike can slaughter a pig-”

“Max and Ike are not here.”

Max and Ike, the twins, could do anything. But they had left. Whilst Fennec hadn’t cried like his mother, he’d felt a sort of dread at watching them leave. He chews his lip. “Otto can do it, then.”

Otto practically revelled in the blood and gore of livestock. But Fennec knew his argument fell short. Otto couldn’t do anything without someone there to tell him what to do.

Fennec’s father just tuts. “He can slaughter pigs but cannot run a farm. Archie is too young to run a farm nor slaughter pigs. You can run a farm. Nobody else can keep the books like you, can they? Who designed this year’s field rotations? I know it wasn’t me nor your mother.”

Fennec shrugs, chewing on the fleshy part of his thumb, shuddering as he tries to calm himself down. It’s a step up from sucking his thumb, something which he remembers his dentist scaring him out of doing. “But I ran away crying. I failed.”

“Don’t be reductive. Running a farm is not just killing livestock. Failure in that does not mean you failed overall. Your mother never had the heart for it either, and look at her now. Perhaps you take more after her than after me.” He taps on the tree trunk, miming knocking on a door.

“Are you angry?” says Fennec. He peers out of the tree, shivering, trying to read his father’s expression.

“A little, but I shan’t take it out on you. Come out of there, it’s too cold to be out without a coat.” He offers a calloused hand to Fennec, who hesitates, and then takes it, pulling himself out of the tree trunk, blinking in the glare of the frosty sunlight.

His father shrugs off his coat and wraps it around his shoulders.

Fennec goes to hold it above his bleeding arms. “But-”

“Shush,” says his father, brushing his hands away and doing up buttons. “It does not matter if the inside is stained.” The coat swamps Anton, and he fidgets with the sleeves. His father puts a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s get those arms cleaned up, yes?”

“Mmm,” says Fennec, chewing on his father's coat's sleeves, eyes starting to brim with tears again.

#original writing #whumblr #writblr #anton fennec #i am having writers block hours so i guess y'all just have to take the random scenes that come into my head ahsjvnbm #minor whump cw #[forgets own tags]

[kissesfrombangtanatnight]

Family Feud (with your Host Joseph Anoa'i)

❤️❤️Author's Note: This took forever. But it's finally here! Thank y'all for being so patient with me. Lately, I've been having writer's block but thankfully my sister helped me through with this one. She a real one.

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Warnings: sexual content, vulgar language, DNI if you are not 18+

What happens when you constantly ignore your husband for your favorite gameshow and he gets tired of it? Stay tuned to find out.

You sit in the living room, popcorn in hand, as you gaze excitedly at the tv, preparing to binge-watch Family Feud. It was your favorite pastime, especially over the weekend when you've worked your ass off the entire week. Being an accountant was a dream come true, but Lord knows, it was tiring.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, I'm your host Steve Harvey." The tv blares as you concentrate on the two families on the tv. If you could, you'd honestly gather your sisters and parents and get on an episode of Family Feud. You just loved it that much. You were so engulfed in the gameshow that you didn't even hear your husband enter the door. You nearly jumped out of your skin when he touched your shoulder, greeting you with his deep voice.

"Baby....did you even hear me?" He says, putting his gym bag on the floor next to the couch sitting next to you.

"No, I'm sorry. What were you saying?" You ask, looking at him confused. He playfully rolls his eyes. 

"I asked how your day had been and if you were hungry. I was gonna make us dinner." He says as you barely hear a word he's saying, too focused on the gameshow as the Fast Round was going on.

"What an idiot. Who in the hell says an answer like that?" You groan, rolling your eyes at the tv. He continues to talk to you, but you don't pay attention as you're too consumed with answering the survey questions, rolling your eyes when one of the contestants gives a stupid answer.

"Well then...I guess I'll eat by myself." Your husband says, annoyed, shaking his head as he gets up and goes upstairs to freshen up. You barely even notice his presence leave as you're too consumed with the show as the family that got the most points won.

"YES! HAHAHA! YEAAAAA BOY!" There you sat on the couch for another five hours glued to the tv.

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"Girl, yes, he told me to pick up some takeout. I'm home now. I'm tired as hell. My feet are burning. I need a nice, hot shower." You say as you park your car in the driveway beside your husband's.

"Well, I'll let you go. See you Monday, sis, goodnight." Your co-worker and best friend, Diana, says as you hang up.

You reach over in the passenger seat and pick up the takeout Joe had you get on your way home from work.

You whistle to yourself as you approach the front door, preparing to put the key in the hole, but it opens up, revealing your loving husband, wearing a suit. You damn near choke on your spit as he greets you.

"Hey baby girl, how was your day?" He asks, moving aside so you can walk into the foyer.

He removes the takeout from your hands and places it on the nearby entryway table. He moves behind you to remove your jacket, taking it and placing it on the coat rack.

"What's with the fancy suit? Am I missing something?" You question as he chuckles lowly to himself, shaking his head.

"Not in particular. However, I thought we'd do something different tonight." He says, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. He smelled so damn good. He grabs your hand as he leads you into the living room.

"What is all of this?" You giggle, seeing a wooden podium in the living room where the coffee table once was. Additionally, a small dry-erase board was sitting next to the podium.

"A little game I like to call Family Feud." He grins as you look at him, confused as he makes his way over to the podium.

You giggle as you sit down on the couch, legs crossed. This is interesting.

"So what's this about?" You tease.

"Well, since my lovely wife likes to give all of her time to her tv and ignore her loving husband, despite him wanting to spend quality time with her.....I figured, why not develop my own version of the game show. I think you'll like this even more. In fact, I think both of us will like this very much." He says, licking his beautiful pink lips.

"Babe...you know I don't mean to ignore you, it's just-" He cuts you off, not wanting to hear your excuses.

"Ah ah ah. No need to explain yourself. Now, before we begin this game, there are a couple of house rules to follow, okay?" He says, picking up a game card before peering over at you.

"Okay." You say in a small voice, looking down at your fingers that you were fiddling with. You don't know why you were starting to get nervous. Maybe it's because your husband is so unpredictable, especially when he's like....this.

"First things first, no answering questions until I finish reading the complete question. Number two, you do exactly as I say. Trust me, it will be better for you not to go against my commands. Three, if you get a question right, I remove an article of clothing. However, if you get a question wrong, you remove an article of clothing. Last and finally, until the game is done, you do not leave this room, understand?" He instructs, staring at you with almost absolute hunger and desire.

"I...well, I-" He cuts you off again, raising his hand.

"If you don't understand, you soon will." He smiles that gorgeous smile of his before clearing his throat.

"Alright, we're going to do this decently and in order. Ready?" He asks as you nod.

"Words, baby, words," He says, awaiting your response.

"Ready." You say, your heart already starting to pound. He clears his throat again before rolling his shoulders back, getting into his acting role. You loved seeing him switch his persona every now and then. The man deserved to be in a damn movie with how well he could switch things up.

"Welcome to Family Feud, Miss Anoa'i. I'm your host, Joe Anoa'i. Welcome to the show. Now we're gonna get right into it. The top four answers are on this answer card in my hand. Here we go. Name something that might get ruined if it gets wet?" He asks, holding the card in his hands, licking his lips as his eyes bore into yours. A slight tingle went down your spine as you pondered the answers to the obviously suggestive question.

"Umm....paper?" You say, unsure what kind of naughty answers were written down on the answer card. However, you didn't want to get distracted by your mind being in the gutter; you really wanted to win.

"Great answer Miss Anoa'i. That's five points on the board and removal of my tie." He says, putting your points onto the blank dry-erase board before removing his tie and tossing it beside his feet.

"Alright. There are three answers left. Again, name something that might get ruined if it gets wet?" He says, cocking his head to the side.

You ponder your options before answering him again, "Clothes!" He lowly giggles to himself, nodding his head.

"You know, I didn't expect you to get these answers right so quickly. Clothes are correct. That's 14 points and the removal of my jacket." He responds, writing your additional points on the board and slowly removing his jacket, looking you in the eyes as he does so. Gosh, it was getting hot in here, and the game had only just begun. You know this wasn't a traditional Family Feud, but damn, you were starting to love this already.

"Great progress so far, honey. There are two answers left. Give it to me." He says, rolling his shoulders back, looking at you intensely.

"Ummm....hmmm...I don't know. Uh....oh! A book!" You say excitedly, clapping your hands together. He shakes his head, impressed by your knowledge, before he goes to the board and gives you 10 points.

"You're doing so well. Okay, last answer. And this one is tricky, so you better get it right. Otherwise, that top is coming off, baby." He smirks, kicking off his shoes and letting them flop beside his tie and jacket. You shift slightly in your seat, the thought of getting the answer wrong making you a little excited at the thought of taking off an article of clothing. Hell, you wouldn't be surprised if, by the end of this, you and your husband were bare-naked and fucking like animals on the couch.

"U-um what about....a phone?" You stammer, your cheeks starting to feel flushed upon his gaze.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Wrong answer, baby. I will allow you a little mercy and give you two more attempts before you grace my eyes with those voluptuous breasts. Final answer, give it to me." He says lowly, his eyes shamelessly traveling down to your breasts covered by the floral blouse you wore to work today.

"Umm...food?" You ask rather than answer, unsure what the last possible answer could be.

Your husband grins at your oblivion, shaking his head as you are now on your last and final attempt at a correct answer. He was starting to grow a tent in his pants, and he'd only hoped you'd be doing something about that pretty soon. He wanted nothing more than to have that ass bouncing on his lap like a pogo stick, and he was pretty sure it'd be happening very soon.

However, he did want to at least attempt to finish this game before he completely wrecked you on damn near every surface in this house. You two hadn't fucked on the couch in over a month, a new record for you both being that you'd do it anytime and anywhere without shame.

Unfortunately, with both of your busy schedules, time wouldn't allow it. That, and the fact that you'd indulge yourself in television on your days off, leaving him no option but to become best friends with his right hand. His cousins often joke and credit his highly improved Superman punch to the hand sessions he's been forced to partake in. And it was all your fault.

"One more strike, baby, and you're removing that top." He says, biting down on his lip.

"Furniture?" You answer as he smirks, rubbing his hands together.

"Sorry, but that is incorrect. The number one thing that might get ruined if it gets wet..........your pussy." He smirked as he watched you squirm in your seat. You damn near moaned out loud at his lewdness. Of course, that would be the top answer. How could you not know that? 

"You got it wrong. I'm a little surprised you didn't get the answer correct. I mean, how many times have I made you wet? And how many times have you been absolutely ruined because of it? Now remove that top baby, you know the rules......" He demands before licking his lips.

You immediately do as he commands, feeling your heart beat faster in your chest. You were sure your blood pressure would be through the roof by the time your husband was done with you. He lets out a low groan as he watches you now sitting in your purple lavender lace bra with floral embroidery from the Savage x Fenty collection. Yes, your man was that observant.

"Good. Now. Round two is gonna be a little more intense. Ready?" He questions, peering over at you in just your pencil skirt and heels.

"Y-yes....." You stammer a response, biting down on your bottom lip. You weren't sure how much longer you could last with the way your husband was looking at you. The way he was licking his lips at you, increasing your arousal as you think back to the many times you've road that fucking long, thick ass tongue of his. Just the thought of him eating you out like his last meal has your kitty throbbing x3. But you'd have to push that to the side, at least momentarily enough to win this game, as you were a competitive person. 

"Next question........name something people suck on." He smirks, awaiting your answer. You already knew where this was going. The intentions of the game becoming very clear to you as you could see the tent in his pants. And you'd be damned if you didn't do something about it soon. However, you did want to tease him a bit, just to see how far he'd go. To see if he could last if you were completely naked in front of him. You bit your lip as you begin to ponder possible answers to the question.

"Time is ticking, my love." He grins, pointing at the watch on his arm.

"Um......lollipops!" You giggle, repositioning yourself so that you're sitting on your knees. You squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to ease the intensity between your legs. You'd be embarrassed if he caught sight of the wetness pooling from between your legs. It's something about your man having the power to make your body react to him with just his words. It's honestly a shame the hold he has on you. 

"Good job, Miss Anoa'i. That's 12 points on the board. Again, name something that people suck." He smiles, putting your points on the board that have accumulated pretty nicely. He keeps his eyes on you as he removes his belt slowly, teasing you. You instinctively lick your lips as your eyes travel shamelessly down to the prominent dick print in his pants. At this point, the only thing holding you back was a button. "I'm waiting." 

"Hmmmm......popsicles!" You say with a raised brow. He rubs his hand down his beard with a knowing smirk. 

"My little genius, that's correct. 10 points." He says as he writes your points on the board. He steps over the coffee table, now standing above you, tall and confident. He begins to unbutton his white button up, but then stops. He looks down at you as you look up at him with innocent eyes. 

"Take it off of me." He says more of a demand than a question. Without breaking eye contact, you run your hands along his lower abdomen, feeling every defined muscle before finally making it to the top button.

Biting your lip, you begin to slowly and agonizingly unbutton each button, leaving an open mouth kiss where his chest begin to become exposed. You feel his breath hitch slightly as you did so. Your lips feeling like heaven on his skin. He can only imagine what they'd feel like below his abdomen. You make it to the last button and smirk up at him as you "accidentally" graze his erect dick causing him to twitch under you upon contact. "You're making this hard you know? This isn't how the game is supposed to go. You're not being a cooperative contestant." He smirks.

"Well you aren't exactly making it easy to play fair Mr. Show Host." You counter. You push his hips back as his shirt slides off his broad shoulders and to the floor. You take the time to admire his beautiful body. Although you've seen him in every way possible many many times, it still amazes you of how beautiful he is. From his beautiful tanned skin, to his defined muscles to his tribal tattoos that glistened. "Now back up, I wanna finish playing this game sir." He moves away with a grin as he goes back to his podium. 

"I must say, you're quite the contestant, you're flying right through these questions baby. Two answers remain on the answer card. Name something that people suck." With what you were imagining in your mind, you were sure the answer you had in your head was on the card, but feeling a bit rebellious, you were going to tease him a little more. 

"Hmmmm....I don't know, cucumbers?" You grin. He grins, shaking his finger at you.

"Wrong......one last attempt and that skirt is coming off....Name something people suck." He says already in front of you once again. 

"Can I pass?" You tease running a finger down the front of his pants before gripping his hard-on through his dress pants, earning a groan from him. You were getting extremely excited. Just the feel of him had you ready to say fuck this game and have him bend you over and murder your pussy. 

"No baby girl, you know the rules, answer the question."

"I don't know." You say playing dumb. The sexual tension between you both growing as your bodies heat up. 

"Stand up and turn around." He demands. You do as he says standing up and turning around. You feel him push up against your ass and you instinctively moan. He felt so good, hard and ready for you. His breath tickles your neck, he was standing so close. His hands travel down to your thighs before pushing you back on him with force. 

"Ah-" You whimper out as he yanks your skirt down aggressively. You bite the corner of your lip to keep from moaning. You loved when he got rough with you. There were plenty of times he had you tapping out, in tears as he fucked you good, but would he stop? No, cause you were a big girl and could take it. 

Your skirt is already kicked across the floor as you now stood in nothing but your bra, panties, and heels. He can't help but grip your thighs, thick fingers gliding a little too close to your dripping center. 

"J-Joe, please baby, do something." Voice coming out hoarse as he glides his fingers over your inner thighs. You feel him smirk against your neck as he leaves wet kisses along your sensitive neck. 

His lips hungrily roam your neck as he finds your sensitive spot, sucking on it mercilessly. He suddenly stops, your eyes fly open as you turn to look at him. 

"Not yet Mrs. Anoa'i. You got the answer wrong."

"Seriously Joe? I don't give a shit about getting it wrong, I-"

"Ah ah ah....patience. The number one answer was...this dick baby."

NO SHIT!!! Sometimes he could be so annoying. You playfully roll your eyes as you grab him by the hips and pull him to you. You kneel down in front of him as he raises a brow. You don't wait for his approval before sliding down his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. His erection pressing against his briefs, begging to be released. You run your hand along the base, lightly squeezing his tip, feeling him pulsating. 

"Fuck, stop playing baby and take it out." He groans. 

"What you want me to do daddy?" You ask finally sliding his briefs down enough for his hard dick to spring free. You grab him in your hand, almost not being able to grip him with your one hand. You give his dick a few teasing strokes, feeling every vein as you look up at him through your lashes. 

"Ughhh, this ain't your first time with the dick baby, you know what to do. Suck that shit." You smirk as you use the seeping precum as lube. 

Spitting on his big tip, you finally take him in your mouth. He lets out a sigh of relief as you finally give him what he's been waiting for. Throwing his head back, he takes in the feel of your mouth working wonders on him. 

"Fuck, bae you a pro at this shit." He praises as he welcomes your warm, wet mouth, practically a damn sauna on the dick.

While sucking on his tip like a lollipop, you stroke what couldn't fit in your mouth. "Oooo." The wet gargling sounds of your mouth slurping on him fills the otherwise quiet room turning him on. He grabs the back of your neck and begins thrusting into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. His balls slap against your chin, but you only hum in satisfaction, knowing that in the end, you'd be heavily rewarded with that devilish tongue of his. 

"Mmh- fuck y-yeah." You were getting wetter at the sound of his deep moans and groans filling the room. 

If it's one thing you loved hearing, it was your his moans. You go to stroke him harder, but he pulls away, leaving a string of saliva bobbing on his tip.

"Shit, tryna make me nut already?" He half laughs as you lick your lips and shrug. 

"Well that is the goal daddy, I want you cummin' in my mouth." He shakes his head feeling his dick jerk at your lewdness. He'd have to get through these next few questions quickly because he couldn't wait to be inside you. He reluctantly pulls his briefs back up and steps back. He walks back over to the podium, dick hard as a rock, but he must continue with his game. 

"Lets get this shit over with."

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 As the game progresses, you're left in nothing but your panties and he in his boxers. At this point you're purposely getting the answers wrong and you think he's now caught on. 

"Alright baby, time for the fast round. You've got 20 seconds to give me all four answers. Name something you can ride." At this point, it was fuck trying to be clean, you knew, especially from experience, what these answers are. 

"I'll be gracious and give you a hint, you're always sitting on them and gripping them every chance you get." That could be any part of his body honestly. You've rode his dick obviously, fingers, face, hell, thighs too. 

Getting lost in your dirty mind, you're unable to answer his obvious question. You're afraid if you try and answer, it'll come out as a moan. You watch as he rubs his hands together and it reminds you of your hand kink. 

"Maybe I need to give you some inspiration, huh?" He walks over to you and opens your legs. Your pussy dripping wet. 

"Look at you baby, pussy dripping wet. You glistening for me already and I haven't even done shit yet." Eyes not leaving yours, he pushes two fingers into your wet hole causing your back to arch automatically. 

You whimper at his words, his long fingers working in and out of you with expertise. Your hips involuntarily buck into his hand, wanting more. 

"You're wet baby, but I think you can get wetter for me. What if I eat that pussy? Will that get you wetter for me huh? I got a big appetite right about now." He says licking his lips. 

"Yes baby yessss." He could do whatever the fuck he wanted at this point. Hell, if he wanted to fuck you into a coma he could. You didn't care, you wanted him, needed him. 

He dives into your center like he's deep sea diving in the ocean. His wet muscle having you clenching around it already. You find your fingers tangling in his wet hair as he ate you the fuck out. He was smacking on the pussy with how your juices were leaking out already. 

"Shit, I should've did this on the floor baby, you're leaving a puddle." He smirks against your cunt as his tongue worked wonders.

He sucks on your clit like its a pacifier. A knot forms in the pit of your stomach and you knew you were close to cumming. His name rolling off your tongue sounded like music to his ears as you cried out for him. You try closing your legs, being overcome with pleasure. This was becoming too much to handle at one time. 

"Don't run now, this is what you wanted." He says holding your thighs down dragging his wet and warm mouth along your folds. 

"Oh my god Joe...ImcumminImcumminImcummin fuck fuck fuck-AH!" 

"That's it baby, cum on daddy's tongue." He orders working both his tongue and fingers harder. Your thighs shake as a high pitched scream leaves your mouth as you cum so forcefully, squirting on his face and fingers; even wetting the floor under you. Humming in satisfaction, he slurps up your arousal. 

"Pussy full of juice baby, look at the mess you made." He laughs as he pulls away showing you the mess you made on the floor and his chest. Your center was quivering. Joe always left you speechless. 

"I think you know the remaining answers baby, tell me, what do you want to ride right now?"

"You, Joe, I need that dick like right now." You usually aren't the one to beg, but dammit you were pleading with this man right now. You needed him to straight mistreat it up, beat it out the frame, fuck you silly. 

You needed it all right now. He smirks as he throws your weak limbs over his shoulder and carries you upstairs. He would've taken you on the couch, but he needs his space. He was about to fuck you into oblivion and you were more than ready. Simply put, he was about to put it on you. 

Making it to your bedroom, he closes the door with his foot before tossing you on the bed. You were completely naked in front of him now. He slid out of his briefs, leaving them on the floor. 

"Face down, ass up, you know the deal." You get on your hands and knees in front of him. He looks down at your cunt glistening for him, ready to be pounded. 

A hard smack lands to your voluptuous ass as you try and find his dick. Hell, if he was going to sit here and be a tease, you'd fuck yourself on his dick. He smirks as he watches with amusement. 

"You ready for daddy to be up in this pussy, girl?" He asks grabbing your hips and pulling you back, only allowing his tip to push past your folds. 

"Yes daddy, fuck me please." He pushes more into you, invading your wetness with ease.

"Fuck..." You gasp as he pushes into you inch by inch. 

"Oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck Joe! Oh my goooood." You cry out as he bottoms out in you. 

He pulls out, only leaving the tip, before pushing back inside you. He then finds his rhythm as he began fucking you as only he knew how. 

"Joe.....shit!" 

"Yeah baby, talk to me." 

"Y-You're so fuckin deep baby..." 

"Oh really?  Shit, that pussy talkin back huh?" You can hear him fucking you as he stroked you deep and hard. 

Your lewd sounds filling the room as ass was clapping and skin slapping. He was hitting nothing but gut. 

"Who gave you permission to have such good pussy huh? Shit just right for me." He praises you as he hits your spot with the tip of his dick. 

"Fuck me daddy! Fuck me...SHIT!" His hand slides up your spine before gripping your throat, applying pressure, but not enough to hurt you as he pounded you into the mattress. Your poor pussy felt numb. You start to see stars in your eyes as you tear up. He was fucking you too good. 

"Look at you cryin, fuckin cry baby. Do the dick have you cryin baby? Huh?"

"Y-eaah, yeah! Uuuuuugh! R-right there! Rightthererightthereee!" Your pussy was sopping his abdomen, but he didn't care. If anything, it meant he was hitting it right. 

"Yeah right there baby? The way you grippin me, I think someone's ready to cum. Ready to cum princess?"

"Uhhh, oooo fuck! Mmmm yes!" The way the dick was snatching your soul, you weren't sure what predicament you were going to be in after this. 

He pulls out momentarily to reposition you on your back. Lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, you wrap the other securely around his waist. He pushes back into you. You look in your husband almost feral-looking eyes. 

He's pounding so deep, he's leaving you breathless. He looks so damn sexy above you, hair wet and clinging to his face in waves. He brought his hand up to your throat forcing your mouth open, sticking your tongue out. 

"Open wide." This nasty mothafucka gathered some spit inside his mouth before allowing the saliva to fall into your awaiting mouth. 

"Nasty ass." He half laughs capturing your lips and sucking on your tongue sloppily. Then he remembered why this night started out the way it did. 

"When I say I want to spend quality time with you, what are you gonna do huh?"

"Mmmm, spend time with you daddy." You moan digging your nails into the sheets. 

"So when I come home, that tv better be off, right?"

"Yes daddy, yes!" A low groan leaves his mouth as he closes his eyes gripping your thigh on his waist and the other above your head as he fucks you faster. 

You feel him twitching inside of you and you know he's nearing his orgasm and the way you were headed, you were right there behind him. 

"Fuck, I'm bout to-"

"Yeah baby, gimme that nut! Cum inside me daddy it's yours! It's fuckin' yours." Dropping his head to your neck, he bites down on your shoulder as the familiar feeling of his warm seed overpowers your needy cunt as you cum with him. 

"Oh my goooooood Joe!"

"Uhhhh, uhhhh, FUCK!" His thrusts turn sloppy as he grips onto you for dear life as he explodes inside of you. Coating your velvety walls, so much so that it spills out onto the sheets. 

He falls to your side out of breath. You're completely fucked out. You catch your breath after what felt like forever before you cuddle against his side as he holds you. Eyes closed, he pulls you as close to him as possible. 

"I think I prefer this Family Feud over the other." You joke. His chest rumbles as he laughs. 

"Yeah...me too...me too."

"But for real though.......................I think a new episode airs tonight."

"Y/n............."

WHAT?!?!?!?

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[itgetzweird08]

Stuck.

Katsuki Bakugo x Gender Neutral!Reader Angst Hcs

A fic based on July by Noah Cyrus (I am so NOT sorry for this :)

Warnings: Nothing major, just mentions of drinking, implied cheating, and heavy language. Also general angst

A/N: I know a lot of y'all want the next part of Endevour's Secret Daughter and The Spark That Lit His Fuse. I'm working on it I swear, just got a little writer's block. But I promise I'll get it done soon! For now, enjoy this sob fest :))

I've been holding my breath

I've been counting to ten

Over something you said 

The stress of growing as a hero was heavy, of course, you knew, but recently Bakugo seemed to be taking it out on you. When there was a bad mission, he would come home with a hard slam of the door, sparing you nothing but a hard glare. He would push you off and away when you would offer comfort, and when you tried to suggest he take a breath, he raised his voice to you.

“Can you get fuckin lost? Hell, I wish you would stop being so fucking annoying!”

I've been holding back tears

While you're throwing back beers

I'm alone in bed

This wasn’t a once-off either, as now it seemed like he would snap every time you would look at him. You felt like you had to hold your breath every time you were around him. But now, it seemed like everything was only getting worse. At least for a while, he would still come home, but now there were nights where you laid in the cold bed alone for hours until he would come back smelling like sweat and beer... and perfume.

You know I, I'm afraid of change

Guess that's why we stay the same

You knew you could leave, you knew you should. But fuck- something in you just couldn’t handle the thought of losing him. You had been together for so long, you liked the consistency of your relationship. And you didn’t want to feel as if you were giving up. You never gave up. To you, this was all just a hard challenge that you would overcome eventually. This hard roadblock would pass…wouldn’t it?

So tell me to leave

I'll pack my bags, get on the road

If he told you to leave, you would. But you wouldn’t be able to just give up on your own, not while you still felt some semblance of hope that your relationship could survive this.

Find someone that loves you

Better than I do, darling, I know

You wouldn’t be mad if he did decide to leave. Maybe he was right, maybe you weren’t cut out to be the partner of the number two hero. You were quirkless, and went to school for art. You knew nothing about having a special ability or hero work for that matter. Maybe he needed someone who did understand. 

'Cause you remind me every day

I'm not enough, but I still stay 

“What the hell do you know? You’re quirkless, you’re nothing. You’ll never be able to understand what I’m going through.”

Feels like a lifetime

Just trying to get by while we're dying inside

Six months…you’ve been stuck like this with Bakugo for six months. Nothing has gotten better. The small spark of hope you had for the relationship was slowly fizzling out. Now every bit of this relationship felt like torture. And yet you didn’t go anywhere.

I've done a lot of things wrong

Loving you being one

But I can't move on

You knew there were probably plenty of people in this world for you. But none of them were Katsuki. Maybe falling for him was a mistake. Everyone had warned you whenever news got out that you were dating him. Even his own friends, while teasing, dropped subtle hints.

‘I’m surprised anyone could stand him’

‘I can’t believe he found someone he’s considered worthy’

‘Thanks for putting up with him, I know he can be..a lot’ 

No matter what they said, you didn’t listen. You could never regret loving Katsuki.

So tell me to leave

I'll pack my bags, get on the road

“You’re too much of a distraction. You’re only holding me back.”

“What are you saying, Kats?”

“...I’m done, Y/N. I need to focus on being number one, not on being your boyfriend.”

Find someone that loves you

Better than I do, darling, I know

‘Dynamite and Uravity, Japan’s new IT Couple’

'Cause you remind me every day

I'm not enough, but I still stay

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[wicked-jade]

hi amanda! i wanted to get your advice on something. currently i'm working on a fic and i dunno if i'm just frustrated trying to find the right words, experiencing mild writer's block, or what, but i'm feeling really inadquate as a writer right now. i feel like my writing doesn't sound mature enough and that it wouldn't be considered good or even decent by anyone in the fandom. i love what i've read on ao3 and everyone in this community is so talented; i want to be as good of a writer as them. but i just don't feel like i have the artistry and magical way with words that so many of y'all seem to have. am i just having a bad writing day, or am i actually maybe not a great writer yet? if you have any tips, please let me know. thanks and take care <333

Hi there, anon! I'm sorry you're struggling with your writing right now. If it helps you to know at all, I've definitely been there, many, many times. I think we all have; feelings of inadequacy and writing just go hand in hand. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't second guess myself and doubt my writing in one way or another.

Being in the CK fandom can be a blessing and a curse, at times. Because we're lucky enough to be part of a community that's full of extremely talented writers and artists. I'm seriously in awe of some of the works that have been produced over the years, and humbled to share that same space.

But while sometimes that can be inspiring, seeing that level of talent on display can also be intimidating. More than once I've read a brilliant, thought-provoking story on ao3, then turned around and looked at my own WIPs and wondered why I was even bothering. There's always someone who makes a better analogy, or expresses a thought more clearly and concisely, or writes a funny bit of dialogue I wish I'd written, and then I start to get down on myself. And it's a terrible, discouraging feeling.

It's times like that when I have to take a step back and remind myself that even the best writers have their insecurities. Everyone feels this way, at one point or another. But the important thing is to just keep writing. Because while it's great to have writers you look up to and works you aspire to, in the long run, comparing yourself constantly to others will only get you down.

The beautiful thing about writing is that every writer has their own, unique voice. And the only way to develop that voice is through practice. And there is nothing magical about it, lol. Occasionally, a line will pop into my head like it was delivered straight from the heavens. But most of the time, it's a tedious slog, hours spent tinkering and tetris-ing the words into the right order. Trust me, if you ever saw how many times I've rewritten the same sentence, the process would probably seem less magical and more insane. 😂

All that to say: greatness is subjective. And entirely overrated as a concept. So is 'maturity,' whatever that means. How many 'classic' or 'best-selling' novels have you read that everyone else raved about, but you thought was crap? I'm betting there's a bunch. Lord knows I've read plenty of 'great' works, and just didn't get what the big fuss was about.

Wanting to improve and grow as a writer is a good thing. As is having goals to strive for. But if everyone waited until they considered themselves 'great' to share their work, I figure hardly anything would ever get published.

So try not to worry so much about being a 'great' writer, or what the fandom will think, and just write for yourself. Write what interests you, what entertains you, what moves you and makes you feel something. Have fun with it, and don't put so much pressure on yourself. Just keep writing and practicing and honing your craft.

And when you are having a bad day, know that it's okay to take a break. Take a step back, watch a movie, go for a walk, play around with another story, go do something completely unrelated. Maybe you'll find inspiration in something else. Or maybe you won't, but either way, when you come back to what you were working on, you'll have fresh eyes and a new perspective.

As far as more practical writing tips go, I would say the thing that helps me the most, when it comes to the flow of my words, is to read them aloud. This especially helps when it comes to writing dialogue or banter. I have a background in music, so I tend to take more a lyrical approach to writing; the words have a groove. Sometimes a sentence will sound right in my head, but when I read it aloud during editing, I'll realize it feels stilted or unnatural. The rhythm is off. Then I'll tweak a word here and there, read it again, and see if it improved the cadence of that passage.

This...ended up being way longer than I anticipated. (But what's new about that? 😂) Anyway, I hope all this rambling has helped in some way, anon, and that you're able to get past your writer's block soon!

To badly paraphrase Mr. Miyagi, trust that your writing roots are strong, and don't be afraid to choose your own way to grow. I know I'm looking forward to all the stories you have to tell! 💖💖💖

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[hadesgirl1015]

Something in Between pt.4

A/N: Alright, warning. Word barf! It's been over a year since I last updated this story. Classic writer's block and a cruel thing called life and adulthood. Sorry if it took that long. I'll try to come up with the next part as soon as I can, but for now I hope y'all enjoy this. It's angsty though.

It's been a couple of weeks since you last convinced (or at least tried to) Sebastian to give Hannah a chance. So far, you could say they get along pretty well.

You felt bad not being able to see Sebastian or have a decent conversation with him, but you need to settle a lot of things before moving away. You would send him a text here and there, but nothing more. He would try to call but you couldn't answer because you're at an appointment. You would call back but he would already be filming.

Ok, so, you don't feel bad. You feel terrible. The longest ever you had no contact with Sebastian was 7 hours. That was because he was on a flight to London and you were not with him because you got the flu.

But you figured this is good "practice" from being away from each other.

Oh my gosh! You thought to yourself. It's not like we're dating. Get a hold of yourself Y/N!

You decided to visit the set of TFAWS. It's your last week in the U.S and dropping by wouldn't hurt. You thought so, at least.

"Yo Pringles!" a voice from behind you called out as you were walking towards the trailers. You didn't have to wonder who it was as. Only one person calls you that.

"It was one time Mackie! Let it go." You said with a mix of amusement and irritation im your voice.

"And miss the chance of teasing every single time? No thanks." He said coming up to arms open for a hug.

You hugged him but of course slapped his arm real hard when you ended the hug.

"Ow! Seriously woman!"

You blew him a raspberry.

"So what brings you here? Aside from the obvious." He said with a teasing grin.

You gave him a look before answering, "To say my goodbyes in person. You know. The usual."

"So you're actually leaving, huh?"

"Yup. I guess I am."

"He didn't say anything?" Anthony asked with a curious look.

"About what?" You asked eyebrows furrowed.

"I guess not" he said under his breath "Well it's great you dropped by at least I got to see you too."

"It's great seeing you too Mac."

"Should I go tell him?"

"Oh no! You don't have to. I'm going to his trailer anyway and I'll just tell Hannah. I don't want to interrupt any ongoing filming."

"Suit yourself. Anyway, Godspeed young one." With that he left you and you made your way to Sebastian's trailer.

Weirdo. You mumbled to yourself and thought he didn't hear

" Right back at yah, and love you too!"

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" Don't forget to always have his things ready like the essentials and stuff, yours too, like an emergency kit. Just in case if there's sudden filming in secret locations. You know, Marvel stuff. And-"

" Y/N!" Hannah said in a high voice with a slight amused and teasing look.

" He'll be fine. We'll be fine. So just try chill, we don't want panic before or during take off."

"Thanks, Han. It's just-" you couldn't continue what you were going to say and just sighed.

"I know, babe." Hannad said and gave you a long and tight hug. "Are you sure you don't want to see him? I mean he can just go to your place before you leave."

"I'm not at my place anymore. I shipped most of my things and sold the rest. There's no reason for me to stay there anymore."

"Are you sure? Do you really not want to see him?"

NO! I really want to! You thought to yourself but you couldn't risk it.

"Yup! It'll just make things harder. And besides what needs to be said already has and I said my goodbyes to the others, so yeah." You said with a heavy heart. Once you and Hannah let go from the much not so needed but needed hug, you gave her an envelope.

" Give this to him? Please? But make sure he reads it when I'm gone. "

"What's the point i-" you cut her off by giving her hand a squeeze.

"Alright" she signed. "I swear, the both of you are mean to be." She said shaking her head.

" What are--- Anyway, thank you. I guess I'll be seeing you around?" You told with a bit of sadness.

With one last hug from Hannah and a look around the trailer, you stepped out of the trailer that held memories, and that's all they'll ever be.

Sebastian ran as fast as he could in hopes to catch you in the trailer. He knew something was off when Anthony was being extra on set today. Okay, it was normal but he was extra animated and he spoke in a voice that was higher that it was supposed to. Turns out he was trying to keep his word of not telling Sebastian you came by but excited because he really wanted you and Sebastian to see each other.

"Where is she?" He said said the moment he opened the door to his trailer causing Hannah to jump off her seat, nearly causing her to spill her coffee.

"Gods! Seb! I almost burned myself." She chastised.

"Sorry, but where is she?" He said frantically looking around the trailer.

"If it's Y/N you're looking for, well she's not here."

"Wh- what?" He asked surprised and still catching his breath. "But- but, Anthony said she-"

"Yes. But Seb, she already left." Hannah said with a deep sigh.

"What? How long? Where? Maybe -"

"Half an hour ago.' Hannah said sadly. Sebastian was about to reply when Hannah spoke again. "I know you want to go after her, but we both know she's probably packed and sleeping somewhere else where no one can find her before her flight. Plus, you can't just leave set Sebastian."

Sebastian was on the verge of tears. How could he lose you? How could you come over and not say goodbye? How could he not stop you?

"I'm sorry Seb. She wanted you to have this though." Hannah gave Sebastian the envelope.

Sebastian reached for it and held it in his hand. It had his name written on it with your delicate handwriting that he recognized immediately.

With a sad smile he thanked his assistant and walked over to his reading chair and sat staring at the envelope in his hands.

Without a word Hannah left the trailer to leave Sebastian with his thoughts.

At the sound of the door closing that was when Sebastian's walls came crashing.

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[wannawrite]

admin n is bored: a series // h.j.s ft l.d.h

hello friends !! so ive been really MIA despite the holidays and i apologise bc i've been having writer's block. ive tried doing your reqs like 7 to 8 times by now and all of the drafts suck HAHAHA but i promise i'll work on it! anyway, this 'admin N is bored' thingy is to let y'all know that i'm still alive whoop ;;; here's some honk jisho ft. younghee (carats' old name) ft. hwihwi !!! i'll be deciding if i want to continue this as a series or not bc this is just for fun hehehe i hope you enjoy,,,,it's the only good thing i've wrote in a long long time !

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Lee Daehwi: Younghee, is this you?

You: daehwi? isn't this your number from a week ago? and you lost your phone...

You: wait, who are YOU? what are you doing with my friend's phone? give it back!

Lee Daehwi: I'm not going to call you or anything, I promise. I know you're worried and scared for your Friend and I'm sorry for this...I didn't want to do this either, and I know you don't trust me, but I just want one answer from you, please?

You: i don't trust you. i'm blocking and reporting, and telling daehwi. bye.

Lee Daehwi: If there was a beautiful, love spreading place you couldn't reach over a certain mindset, but you'd yearn to go there, what would you do?

You: you're weird. don't try chatting me up.

Lee Daehwi: I'm not trying to, really younghee. If you won't give me a response, it's fine. I don't want to harass you either. Sleep well tonight. Good evening.

now, joshua's eyes are beautiful. and when I say beautiful, I mean prettily angled, down turned eyes, caramel brown irises bursting with youth and energy. the various shades of brown are like a warm cup of silky hot chocolate for the eyes belonging to a certain other-it's a transitory evocation of soft, warm blankets, relaxing and soothing every fibre of your skin; simply everything pleasant. the little fold of skin under his eyes brings a hint of rosiness. from a little afar it looks like a smooth, dulcet curve of crescendos and decrescendos becoming one-always thicker around the middle, painting an aura of demurity and submissiveness. it compliments his healthy skin tone, a lovely shade of peaches and cream.

putting it bluntly-his eyes were practically the best eye candy you could ever wish for.

(see what i did there wink wonk)

however, today, those irises glimmer dully under the pristin(e), snowcapped illumination of the bedroom light, like a lamp's glow at its lowest. the curve under his eyes drops its dulcetly demure facet for tonight-doing nothing but prominently protruding those sagging, dark rimmed eye bags.

ah, what saliently regretful results of the lack of sleep, coursing down to the root of an uninvited dilemma. actually, no, scratch that, he shouldn't be blaming others for his own dilemma, and if anything, he should be blaming his cowardly mindset.

the string of words in the bible doesn't exactly speak to him tonight. the faith that those words were alive was still there-

just that, he wasn't exactly

alive.

his finger hovers above the off button.

WhatsApp

You have 1 notification.

You: i guess, it wouldn't hurt to give you a piece of advice if you're not hurting me

No reply. Ha, what a guy.

You: but if you really wanted to reach that place, you'd have tried every way, to get there. do you really want it? you don't seem very convinced, daehwi.

pink lips fleetingly angle up. no upswept movement of the cheekbones, just a simple, casual little smirk which finally lets loose a few laughs. a hint of vibrance was definitely coming back, however in little waves.

baby steps. that would be fine.

Lee Daehwi: Ah; so I'm not an imposter anymore, younghee?

You: oh shut up.

You: what's your name, anyway?

Lee Daehwi: It's a secret. You can always call me Daehwi for now ;)))))

You: is there someone out there with the same name as you? if there is it's not that revealing really,,,,also, i'm not calling you daehwi like pls my friend doesn't deserve this SLANDER ;-;

Lee Daehwi: Probably...My name is quite common haha. But younghee, you know me irl so I practically know everything about you >_<

You: how can I confirm you're not a stalker? huh?

Lee Daehwi: Hmm...Tell you what. Daehwi knows that I'm messaging you through here. Ask him tomorrow 💕💕💕

You: can you stop sending hearts you're such a cliché smh i'm going to block this number if daehwi doesn't know about this

Lee Daehwi: Ah, so you prefer jeojangs? HAHAHA I'm joking ;D It's okay, I won't be messaging you anymore anyway 😉

his stinging eyes, strained from the long hours on his phone flutter shut.

the lair to wildest imagination is an endless void, and after an action-packed day of being shunned, it finally gets more attention than it really needs. the first step he takes into the lair are a cacophony of unknown, feminine voices heralding him in waves...

do you really want it?

do you really want it?

ah, the feeling of a little shard of ice cutting through a patch of smile flowers, littered across a lushy green field.

do you really want it?

giggles, the last bit of childlike happiness in him snagged away, leaves him in rather deafening silence. heavy breaths start escaping his lips, sharp, hoarse inhales piercing the night. they speed up like pent up tension in a little tide, gradually evolving to more than something harmless.

the thing is, tides could be offloaded on beaches.

panic attacks, well...they couldn't.

horribly in sync with the incessant string of words yakking at his brain and gobbling at his sanity, his shoulders shift up and down in consistent rhythms as he unleashes the anxiety beating against his heart in waves of pained, ear-splitting screeches. the words clasp open his heart, tunneling a wonky crack through it and when the fact that the bedroom light isn't off dawns onto his dark, battered pools of sorrow, desperately clinging onto the wavering facade that someone would spare their time for his potentially ineffacious cries of help, the warm, buttery hue suddenly splashes onto himself, illuminating on his flaws and insecurities. stinging sensations start to crawl up his fingers.

he can't hold onto the honeycapped facade any longer.

finally, the courage to perform doesn't arrive, but rather the courage to let go is called out.

he frees his hands from their eternal suffering, the cacophony of lies and despair, and all that's left of him are shards of unclothed, undeniable flaws, thrown naked into the light.

the calm after the storm

can never be the same.

Lee Daehwi: Wanting is one thing. Doing it is another.

so much for baby steps.

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[beautiful-liu]

Chapter 16 - Remember me - Kryber

Title: Remember me

Pairing: Kryber [Amber Liu x Krystal Jung] Fandom: f(x) Genre: Drama, romance

Summary: The bad ass androgynous girl Amber Josephine Liu with a sex, drugs and rock-‘n-roll attitude whom everybody seemed to fear and admire at the same time, with the flash of a smug smile on her handsome face, and a sigaret or lolly pop in her mouth, depending on her mood. A leather jacket always hugging her shoulders, ripped jeans and a loose tank top that displayed just a tiny bit of her sports bra when she lifted her tattoo-filled arms. Everyone was weak for Amber Liu. Krystal simply didn’t see it. Until that one night she accidentally met her, and met a whole other person than the stories she had been made to believe. Word count: 4300 Rating: T A/N: Excuse the grammar mistakes. This is my first time writing a multi chaptered fic. Hope y'all enjoy the progress!

Read it on: AO3 & asianfanfics

Moodboard: x

They had to stop because they were out of breath. Krystal's body shook like she had just ridden out an orgasm and she had to be supported by Amber although the other girl didn't seem to be at the top of her strengths too. They let their foreheads rest against each other, looking down whilst trying to get their breathing under control again. After a few moments, Amber lifted her head up a few inches, so she could look at her. "Come with me tonight." Her voice sounded hoarse and willingly, wanting, full of desire, but there was a hint of smallness in it too, like she was being an 18-year-old again, waiting for Krystal's approval. "Kai...-" she started, but then the most genius plan erupted in her head. A smile covered her face and she quickly pecked Amber's lips. "Forget what I said, just follow my lead." Amber frowned her eyebrows weirdly when Krystal grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the restrooms. Had it been five minutes since they had left? Or ten? Krystal didn’t know, but when she returned, she saw that Kai’s glass was empty – and her’s too – and that he was playing rather bored on his phone. Hay Day, she thought with a sigh. It had kept her up all night a couple of days ago because he kept getting messages that his cows needed to be milked. When Kai noticed them coming – Krystal quickly let Amber’s hand go and tried to distance herself from the other woman – he looked up and smiled weakly. “Hello dear,” Krystal greeted. She kissed him on the cheek and sat down next to her fiancé. Amber sat down in front of them on the other couch, a frown on her face and her shoulders tensed. Krystal shot Amber a gaze and smiled, causing Amber to frown even deeper. Maybe it was a little mean to kiss Kai in front of her, but hadn’t she done the same with Luna all night? Because of the kiss, Krystal immediately felt a lot happier. This time, she started the conversation, with Amber. She asked about her life, how it was now, what she was up to, if she still lived in the same crappy apartment. Amber started to talk, mostly to her, and described how she now was hired as a manager and song writer at SM Entertainment. Writing songs for Luna, Red Velvet and EXO, she had managed to get a rather good reputation and the label had awarded her with a good penthouse in LA. Since Amber mostly worked from the United States – visiting Korea often – she was mostly here and send in her lyrics. Krystal listened to her with an open mouth, often sighing at the idea of a job she utterly liked. Amber seemed to have it all, once again, and she couldn’t help to be a little bit jealous that she seemed to be so happy without Krystal in her life, whilst she had to drag herself out of bed every day that she shared with a man she didn’t love to go to a job she didn’t like. An hour passed and it was now 1.30 AM. Kai had given up to try to nod along to Amber’s stories and was now playing on his phone the whole time. Eventually, when there was a little pause in Amber’s talking, he sat up straight, putting on a bright smile that Krystal knew was faker than the breast implants most women at the inauguration party had here, and turned towards her. “Sweetie, isn’t it time to get home? I can call a driver-“ “I think I’ll stay. You go ahead!” Krystal immediately interrupted him. Kai’s eyebrows shot up confusedly. Even though she didn’t love him, he still knew a great deal about her and he knew that Krystal despised parties and loved to get out as soon as possible. “Then how-how will you get home?” he asked worriedly. Before Krystal could answer, Amber did. “Well she’s a grown woman, ain’t she?” Amber chuckled. “She can take care of herself.” “Maybe I can drive along with Amber?” Krystal suggested. She immediately looked in Amber’s direction and caught a glimpse of her gaze. Amber’s eyes had darkened a bit, and her smug smile had grown wider. Krystal smiled sweetly, hoping that Amber knew the hint she was trying to give her. If only Kai would say yes. But he frowned his eyebrows and cleared his throat. “But she has drunk a great deal too,” he said stubbornly, with a voice that was a bit deeper than his own. “Well, I can call for a taxi, can’t I?” said Amber. Kai looked from left to right, from the troublemaker to his fiancé. He knew he was obliged to say yes, even though it was obvious he didn’t like it a single bit to leave Krystal behind with a woman who he secretly was rather scared of. “I guess I’ll see you at home then,” Kai muttered. He stood up, wiped the dust from his suit, bowed down to kiss Krystal’s forehead and smiled weakly to Amber. “Don’t worry to much, I’ll be home before you know it. Don’t wait up for me, though, just go to sleep.” That made Kai frown even more, but eventually sighed and nodded. He looked at both of them for another few seconds, before he said his greetings and left Amber and Krystal. They waited until they knew Kai was out of the building before they left too. Giggling like school girls who just got away with bashing the principal's car, they ran hand in hand out of the building, leaving the faint music, the alcohol, the people they both dispised and Jung Internationals behind them. They got their coats quickly and walked outside. It didn't take long before they had found a taxi. "Your place?" asked Krystal. Amber nodded immediately. "Wouldn't want Kai to join us, would you?" she smirked, before telling the taxi driver the adress. Krystal didn't recognize the address, meaning it wasn't close to her own place. Good, she thought. She didn't want to be reminded when she was there that Kai could be only a few blocks away. How do lovers pass the time in the backseat of a taxi at 2 AM at night? Kissing, of course. It took them only five minutes before they asked the driver if the partition between the two front steats and the backseat could be up so that they could have a little privacy. Knowing better than to argue with two half-drunk adults, the driver immediately pulled it up. It only took a moment before Amber was on her and Krystal loved every part of it. With her back pressed agianst the car window, her legs spread a little and Amber in between they kissed until they were short of breath. They were deep and full of passion, as if they win back the kisses they hadn't been able to share in those eight years. Her fingers were intertwined with Amber's hair to keep her close. Their lips upon each other was the best thing she had felt in a long time and she could not understand how she ever could've been so stupid to break up with her. It took half an hour to get at Amber's building. Krystal paid the driver with her credit card, even though Amber obliged. The taxi still had to drive away when they almost ran into the building, trying to get upstairs as soon as possible. Krystal couldn't recall that she had ever been so excited, especially if you remembered that she was cheating on her fiancé and didn't even care. Kai simply had never been able to stir so much inside her all at once and it felt so damn good to relive them again. Krystal didn't have time to admire how good the entrance hall already looked, nor the elevator. It only took the machine a few seconds to bring them upstairs, but that was too long for Amber not to push her lips upon Krystal's. For the change, she had pushed the troublemaker against the wall and kissed her smiling lips when they heard the soft 'ping' before the elevator doors slid open. Amber grabbed Krystal's hand and dragged her out of the elevator. There was a small corridor that led towards the only frontdoor on this level. Next to the door hung a small sign with the number "39" on it and Amber's name together with a bell. They quickly made their way through the corridor, sometimes not being able to help themselves to slow down a bit to press a kiss upon each other's lips. Amber took out her key and kicked the door open. The lights in the apartment had been shut off, causing them to be swallowed by the darkness as soon as the front door fell shut behind them. The thing that made sure Krystal didn't immediately trip over her own feet was the light that the moon cast through the wall-sized windows on one side of the penthouse. Her back hit the wall of the hall, right next to the small table on which she threw her keys. Amber pressed her body immediately to hers and pinned her arms above her head, making sure she was not able to move. As if she would wanted that. Amber's face was already close, the huge, smug grin decorating her face because she knew she would get her way tonight no matter what. And Krystal smiled back, for the exact same reason. They had both longed for this for a long time and nothing or no one would stop them now. The big advantage of wearing a dress was that your partner has easy access, especiall when it was a topless dress. That meant there was no bra involved. How convenient. They tried to make it to the bed before their hormones took over their bodies and made their minds shut off, but they were too slow. Or their hormones were too fast. Krystal got her first orgasm against the wall of the livingroom, with her dress skirted up over her hips, still on her heels and her panty down on her ankles. Amber didn't even have to use her mouth, her fingers and her lips in her neck were enough. When it ripped through her body, the only thing she could think of was how Kai had never made her feel like this. No one had, except for Amber. And she hadn't even fully started yet; this was just a warm-up. They tried for the second time make it to the bedroom, but they ended up on Amber's lounge sofa. With Krystal's head between her thighs, her nails digging into her flesh, her head thrown back and her fingers entangled with Krystal's hair, the Amber rid out her first orgasm as well. With both of them satisfied at least for a little bit, this time they found the bedroom. The two of them fell in a giggling mess onto the kingsize bed. Amber immediately zipped down her dress, taking it slowly off of her and throwing it carelessly somewhere in the room. With no bra and her panties somewhere in the livingroom, she immediately was completely naked, causing Amber to immediately start kissing her breasts. Krystal laid down on her back, with her eyes closed and her fingers intertwined with Amber's whilst she let the other girl twirl her tongue around her already hardened nipples. When she tried to move down, Krystal stopped her. Confusedly, Amber looked up. Her lips were wettened already. "It's not fair that I'm here naked and you are not," she whined, causing the other girl to burst out in a laugh. Krystal wrapped her legs around Amber's middle and with a quick movement made sure that Amber was now lying on her back and Krystal was on top. "Have you learnt some new tricks?" chuckled Amber. Krystal bowed down and placed a long kiss upon her mouth. "Even if I had, I am not going to tell you," she said. Krystal gave her a wink. Amber grinned and rolled her eyes. Krystal started on her blouse, buttoning it down until there were only two buttons left. She ripped the last two, making Amber chuckle again. Quickly she took it off, together with her jeans that still hung loosely around her hips. It had been taken too long to take it off in the living room, so they had just pulled it down until there was enough space for Krystal to do her job. It only took her a moment before she had taken Amber's sports bra and boxer shorts off too. Her eyes dwelled off over her body, taking in every inch, every curve that wat Amber's. Had her breasts grown a bit? Her abs at least hadn't dissapeared, nor her slightly visiable v line. "Stop staring," chuckled Amber eventually. Krystal snapped out of her daze and shot her a smile. "What, does it make you nervous?" she asked sweetly. "Of course not. I'm just eager to start," Amber grinned. Krystal rolled her eyes. She had hoped for a second that she might've discovered another of Amber's weaknesses, but clearly that thought had been in vain. There was very little that was able to affect Amber and she had only seen one weakness thus far yet: the day Krystal had broken up with her, Amber had been devastated. Amber placed her hand in Krystal's neck, roughly pulling her down for another kiss. Krystal could only chuckle and Amber's need for her. It only took a second before their tongues found each other too, deepening the kiss with desire. They rolled over, causing Amber to be the top again. She brought her face close to her ear. Her breath made goosebumps appear all over body. "It's your turn, Princess." It was 3.30 AM when they finally laid next to each other, their chests still rising quickly trying to get their breathing under control. Drips of sweat were covering their bodies. Krystal let the tip of her finger trail circles around the sore spots in her neck and on her breasts. "Does it hurt?" asked Amber her. Krystal turned her head and smiled. "No. Does your back hurt?" Amber laughed. "No, although I'll be a bit sore tomorrow," she said. Krystal placed her hand in front of her mouth to hide her giggles and her red cheeks. "I'm sorry," she said, trying to hold in her laughter. Amber chuckled too. "Don't be sorry, I think you'll be sore tomorrow too," she answered. Krystal laughed and nodded. She moved a bit closer, pulling up the sheets all the way up to her chin even though she still was very hot. "Let's not apologize for anything when we're with each other. Everything has to be sincere, honest," she muttered. Amber moved closer too, softly placing her hand upon Krystal's cheek, carassing the skin with her thumb. "Deal," she said. Amber placed a kiss upon her lips. Krystal turned around on her side and Amber immediately got the hint: she snuggled up to her from behind and placed her arm around her waist. Krystal loved being the smaller spoon, it just made her feel so protected, as if nothing in the world could hurt her. She placed her arm over Amber's, intertwining their fingers and closing her eyes. She could feel Amber's steady breathing in her neck. Whenever Kai did that, she would push him away, or turn around so that he wouldn't anymore, but with Amber it was simply different. It made her feel even more secure, because it was a sign that she was near and that she stayed close. With Amber, she felt safer than she had ever felt. They fell asleep pretty quickly, not leaving each other's side. A couple of hours later, just before dawn, Krystal woke up, almost in panic. Heavily breathing, her eyes shot open. At first she didn't even know where she was. The room was dark, the bed was unkown and the arm around her wasn't muscled and hairy like Kai's. It was smooth and tender and the hand that was attached to it was small. Krystal slowly turned around, looking over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the person next to her. When she saw it was Amber, she couldn't calm down. In fact, she started to breathe even faster, until a point in which she was almost hyperventilating. With shaking hands, she lifted Amber's arm that was still draped over her and laid it next to her. She could feel her pulse beating in her ears when she slowly, as quietly as possible, stepped out of bed. Krystal held her breath, not daring to make any sound. When she had safely gotten out without waking Amber up, she started to seek for her clothes. Her mind was dazed and she had trouble to remember what had happened last night and where Amber had taken off her different garments. With her hands covering her breasts and her lady parts, she hopped through the open door back to the living room. It was lit by the upcoming sun, making the room appear in a red-orange glow. It took her a moment to orientate herself, but eventually she found the spot of wall on which they had started off their evening. Krystal took her panties from the floor and sighed. Quickly she put them on, only to curse after when she remembered that she had to get back into the bedroom for her dress. Really smart, Krystal. And you're supposed to be a CEO? As silently as possible, she tip-toed back into the bedroom. Krystal immediately saw her dress, somewhere in a corner. She looked at Amber, who was still peacefully asleep. For a moment, she smiled. The sight was too adorable. Krystal knew that Amber usually woke up first, so she had never been able to see her sleep. It was really cute, because there was this constant frown on her face that made her look really concentrated, as if she was solving a diffecult maths equation in her sleep. She snapped out of her daze and took her dress. Luckily the zipper was already down, so she was able to step into it without much diffeculty. When the dress was in place, she tried to zip it back up, but it was hard to do it alone. During the struggling, she heard the sheets ruffle, but didn't pay attention to it. Perhaps she should have. "Krystal... you aren't sneaking out on me, are you?" She yelped in surprise when she heard Amber's sleepy voice through the darkness. With wide eyes, she pointed her gaze at the other woman. Amber had barely opened her eyes, but she now laid on her belly, revealing her back muscles, and watched her put on her dress. The sheets ended half past her back, around her waist. She caught herself staring for a bit. "H-how long have you been awake?" stuttered Krystal. Amber chuckled weakly. "Does that even matter? Why are you leaving, it's 5.30 AM." Krystal looked down and ran with her fingers roughly through her hair. A sigh left her lips. "Kai expects me home-" she began, but she stopped when Amber started to laugh. "C'mon, are you leaving because of Kai? You can just make up something that we were too drunk and that you decided to stay over at my place. He won't mind that," said Amber. Krystal pressed her lips together. "You don't know him." "No, but I know you." "And what is that supposed to mean?" she hissed. Amber looked a little more awake now, perhaps it was because of that cheeky grin had returned to her face. "That you don't want to go, but that your pride is nagging again. To cheat on your boyfriend is not something someone of your position is supposed to do, especially not with me, so you want to leave to make it stop." Krystal looked at her for a moment, utterly wondering why what Amber said was always right. Did she really know her or was it just so obvious? Kai had never understood her so well. "I assume out of your silence that I'm right," said the other woman. Krystal sighed and let her head fall backwards. "And so what? Is that weird?" she eventually asked. Amber shook her head. "Of course not. But it'd be unwise to leave now. Stay here, with me. Sleep. And when you still want to go first thing in the morning, I'll drive you home myself. You'll feel better then." "Can you promise?" "What?" "Can you promise me I'll be fine?" asked Krystal softly. Her lower lip had already started to shake but she didn't want Amber to see. She had trouble to blink her tears away. Amber chuckled. "You know, you're probably the person that is least likely to be okay in the morning because you simply overthink everything. But I promise that I'll be there for you, so that you're not alone." Krystal looked down to the ground whilst she thought, weighing the concequences. Half past, she stopped, realizing that perhaps she did overthink everything. Would it matter if she came home the next morning with a pretty white lie? Was Kai smart enough to figure out Amber and she were more than just old friends? Did he even consider the option that she might've slept with her as well? If she went home now, she could avoid a nasty conversation if he found out. Krystal wasn't good at laughing things off, like Amber was. As soon as he would guess the right thing, she'd have to admit to it. But on the other hand, Kai wasn't a jealous person. Or smart. He wouldn't mind. And even if he would, would she mind? It was her life. And she wanted to stay. "Can I borrow one of your shirts?" she asked shyly. Amber smiled welcoming and nodded. "Just take one out of the closet," replied Amber. Krystal nodded. She walked up to the big black closet, almost invisible in the darkness of the room. Opening it up, she took the first thing she saw and held it up to Amber. "Is this one okay?" she asked. Amber nodded. It was a black t-shirt with small lightnings. Krystal turned her back towards the bed, reached for the zipper and pulled it down again. The dress fell from her body back onto the ground and she quickly put on Amber's t-shirt. Even though it was clean, it still smelled like her. It calmed her quickly beating heart a bit. Amber hadn't taken her eyes off of Krystal, not even when she had turned around to change clothes. Normally, it would make her feel really self-concious, as if she had just eaten spinach and had to do a photoshoot with little pieces of green leaves between her teeth. Amber's gaze only soothed her more, because it was so soft and admiring that she simply couldn't think of it badly. Krystal got back to the bed. Amber held the sheets up for her so she could climb back in. She immediately installed herself in the same position she had fallen asleep a few hours ago: with her back pressed against Amber's body and her arm under her head. She being the smaller spoon. Amber snuggled up to her, pulling her closer by wrapping her arm around her waist. She felt a light kiss in her neck. "Just relax, and sleep." Krystal took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, then nodded. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, like Amber said. But the moment she tried to fall back asleep again, all she could think of was how hurt Kai's face would look when she'd admit into sleeping with Amber. Would he throw a tantrum? Would he accuse her of being a slut? Would he tell her dad? Would he not want to let her touch him anymore, disgusted of his own fiancé? Did such people still exist? As soon as she asked herself that question, she almost had to laugh bitterly. Her parents. Her parents were disgusted of anyone who wasn't like them. People of another race, with another sexuality, they were all too different for them to understand. "Krystal, relax," sighed Amber. "I am relaxing," reacted Krystal immediately. She heard a huff. "No, you're not." "I am." "No, I can feel your abs." Krystal looked over her shoulder. "I don't even have abs. I haven't worked out in days." "Then how can I feel them? Just empty your head." "Sometimes I wonder if you can look inside my mind, you know that? How did you even know I was thinking of.. stuff," she asked shamefully. Amber laughed softly. "Well, maybe I can." Krystal chuckled. "Hmm, then what am I thinking of right now?" "Sex," answered Amber carelessly. Krystal turned around to slap her. The other woman tried to duck away but was too slow and ended up getting hit. "No!" she said annoyedly. "Try again. Be more specific." Amber thought for a moment. "Your father?" Krystal shook her head and smiled cheekily. "Our first kiss," she said. Amber's face lit up and she started to grin. Krystal grinned too. "Gosh, so cheeky!" she answered, half in digust. Krystal laughed and bowed down to kiss Amber's lips. "Well, think of that while you're trying to sleep, okay? Not something else, just that," said Amber, when they broke up. Krystal smiled and nodded. They kissed each other good night and laid back into their previous position. This time, it took Krystal only a few minutes to fall asleep.

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CHAPTER 4

Camila’s POV

“Lucy,” Lauren pleaded, “C'mon, please calm down for a second.”

I’m not so sure what they are arguing about; I’m just positive they’re having a conflict. Everyone can sense the annoyance radiating from Lauren’s voice, even though all four of us aren’t really listening. We can just really hear her irritated tone.

You might want to ask, are they dating? Well, maybe? I have caught them kissed a couple of times already. Even before the leaked photo. I don’t know. I don’t care, it’s none of my business anyway.

“Hey Camila, can I speak with you here, please?”

Alright, Lauren summoned me to the terrace.

Oh, she’s done with her phone call. “Yeah what’s up?” I questioned confused. Is she going to talk to me about Lucy?

“So when do we go? I made agreements with the management and label already, but they needed to know when do we leave exactly so they can sort things out for us.” Oh, right.

“Perhaps after the holidays Lolo. Why? Do you want to go sooner?”

“Kind of.”

“But we need to spend the holidays with our family, Lauren,” I countered. What is she even thinking?

Lauren looked at me for a while and then breathed out a deep sigh. “Okay, so can we go January 3?”

Well, look how the tables turned. Seems like she’s the one needing company for the trip instead of me. I nodded in response to her question. Guess the trip would be of mutual benefits now, considering the situation. Seems like she’s running away from something.

“Anything else we need to talk about?” I added.

“Uhm, yeah, we need to plan this out. We can’t be too spontaneous since we’re celebrities, you know,” she said smiling.

I grinned. “Can we go inside and list down everything?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Lauren stood up, leading the way for me.

She’s wearing a crop top and the usual boxer shorts when we’re here at our apartment. I did a once-over at her body because why not. She’s literally right in front of me, flaunting that body everyone could ever wish for.

I don’t know how exactly but I think she noticed. I just rolled my eyes when I caught her smirking from her side view. Isn’t she supposed to be used to it by now? Everyone knows she has this effect on everyone, whether she admits to do it on purpose or not. Must be the planet green eyes. Or those body curves…

We went to a table near the other girls while also acquiring a pen and paper.

“How long are we going to stay?” Lauren asked, while scribbling down the decided date of our flight. I pondered, “Maybe two weeks?”

“I think that’s too much,” Ally chimed in while pouting. Well, okay, I don’t know. It’s only a suggestion.

“Perhaps a week? I find it ridiculous that we’re literally going to fly half the globe, but leaving as soon as three days,” Lauren broadcasting her thoughts, “it just ain’t right, yeah, Camz?”

“Yeah,” I breathed out. She’s actually making efforts for this trip. “Any place you want to visit?”

“There’s this beach they call Boracay. But any beach is fine, really. You know that I’m a beach girl,” Lauren answered, while apparently also winking at Dinah.

“Well, I’m not concerned with wherever we are going. I just want to meet Jasmin and be able to surprise her. I’ll be leaving all that planning to you.” Now Dinah is smiling widely at me.

Uhm? Is there something going on?

I stared at them with a displeased face, furrowing my eyebrows. Dinah ignored me and went back to scrolling her phone. “Oh so you want to surprise her? How then will we know where she lives, buddy?”

Scoffing at her choice of pet name, I made a leave-it-to-me gesture anyway.

“Fine, but you have to do whatever you have to do ASAP. We need to know what city she lives in so we know what hotel to reserve.”

“What else are you writing down then?” I asked intrigued, she’s been writing a lot of things when we haven’t really planned every detail yet.

“Oh, these are just some of the activities we’ll be missing.”

Confused, I asked, “But what for?”

Lauren continued on writing for a few more seconds, paused, and then looked at me. “Just go do your thing. We have to know where your friend lives.” And then added a wink.

Unimpressed by her actions, I stood up and went to my room.

Lauren. Such a flirt.

Jasmin’s POV

It’s been 5 months since Karla and I first talked. I thought.

I’m currently in the shower, preparing for another sleepless night with endless amount of requirements to do. Emily and I are graduating students with one term left to finish our college degrees.

“I have so much shit to do!” I heard a girl screaming.

That would be Emily, the pressure already taking a toll on her. We haven’t had any time for ourselves for two months now. It’s been that long since we had a full night sleep, only averaging of 4 hours’ maximum every night.

Aside from Emily, I only have Karla as a distraction from all the stress. She’s been my rock throughout. Y'all understand that I can’t exactly rant to my bestfriend since we obviously share the same sentiments, right? Also, things are harder for her because she’s a scholar. She has higher expectations to meet and I try my best to guide her more as much as she does with me. Though stressed and at times discouraged, I think we’ll manage. Definitely positive of that.

Subsequently drying myself and putting my clothes on, I went back to my room.

Emily is at my bed working with her papers while I’m on my study table doing mine. However, she’s currently folded on my bed, hugging her knees like a cocoon ready for her metamorphosis.

I went near her and shook her shoulder to wake her up. Tonight is definitely not the right time to take a nap, and I know she did not intend to. After a few more push, I heard a sob.

Oh fuck, she’s crying.

“Uy Em, bat ka naiyak? (Hey Em, why are you crying?)” I asked her, getting more worried by the second.

She tried her best effort to face me and that’s when I realized she’s burning of fever. Seeing not just the redness from her eyes, but from her weak aura and flustered state, I also checked the intensity through her forehead.

“Oh crap,” I murmured, “Em, I need you to stay awake for me. Kelangan mo muna uminom ng gamot. Kuha lang ako ha, wait lang. (You still need to drink medicine. I’ll have to fetch it, wait.)”

Heading to the kitchen, I mentally listed the things I needed to gather for Emily. I prioritized heating some water in the kettle first, and then went to the medicine kit to acquire the necessary tablets. After also getting a glass of water, I went back to her and placed them on my bedside table.

Her position isn’t exactly appropriate for drinking, well unless I intended to choke her. So I took it upon myself to reposition her instead of just asking. Through this process, I was able to note that every part of her body is literally hot, even her breathe.

“Emily, inom muna gamot. Dali. (Emily, drink first your med. C'mon.)”

She opened her eyes for a second and then her mouth. I took the liberty of slipping the tablets in and then assisted her on drinking water. After a couple of gulps, she bobbed her head to the other side. I moved my way, heading downstairs, but I noticed she grabbed my hand. I heard her murmur something, but I couldn’t hear it.

With that, I moved closer to her so I can understand what she’s saying but at the same time, she bobbed her head towards my direction. Before I know it, her open mouth is attached on my upper lip. Enclosed and fits right in.

I was shocked, for a lack of better word. It took me a full second before I pulled myself away from her and went to the screaming kettle as fast as I can.

Damn it. That was both of our first kiss, Emily.

Lauren’s POV

Of almost 4 years in the group, Camila and I managed to deal with the sexual tension mixed in the air whenever we’re on the same room. Or maybe not really deal per se, since we’re not doing anything about it, we just kind of got used to it.

I have to admit that she’s been one of the key factors as to how I realized I’m equally attracted to women. But, both of our rational side got the best of us since we’re in the group. We both know how important our careers are to each other, and we understand the weight of our every action. Although it does get a bit lonely while on the road…

Personally, I’m living the dream already. I have gotten what I wanted. And I’m continuing this journey to just try maximize my opportunities and see to what extent can I reach. Besides, I am doing this for my other girls too, and we’re all on the same page as far as I remember.

Except maybe of Camila. We’re all aware of Camila’s other plans. And after much deliberation, Dinah, Normani, and Ally just decided to let go. Let go of the inevitable budding bitterness in their friendship towards her. Everyone just decided to be professional and civilized for everyone’s benefit. Considering, Camila’s mental state if I may add.

Well, them. I don’t include myself to that because it’s equally exhausting, physically and mentally. I prefer to generally ignore the problems and treat them all like nothing is at fault.

Meanwhile, I have a beautiful charming girlfriend to accompany me through it all, so I’m fine.

Actually, no. God, why is everyone toxic right now.

We need a vacation for fucks sake..

A/N

Either I’m busy or………… suffering a writer’s block. Geez. Sorry!

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