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lustspren · 10 months

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P.S.T EP. 3.5 | House on Fire ft Yuna, Ryujin, Lia, Chaeryeong

length: 5.4k words✦

Yuna X Ryujin X Lia X Chaeryeong.

genres: ass eating, dirty talk, oral sex, lesbian, butt play, foursome, voyeurism

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Furnishing, remodeling and cleaning an entire empty room for the sole purpose of fulfilling Yeji's sexual fantasy was stressful as well as fun for all of them, in the long run they were sure that they would end up using the room after that day, but furnishing and remodeling it was not the only tedious thing, unfortunately.

When the room was ready, the first to think that they were going to be able to have fun too the day you went to attend to Yeji was Ryujin, who went with the girls and proposed that they could have some fun on their own, usually one or two would have refused since some had their preferences with other members, but Ryujin put an idea on the table that none of them was able to reject: put cameras in the spa room and have fun with a live porn scene.

Of course this idea was transmitted to Yeji since she was the leader, with whom they had to first seek her approval before hiring a team to install the camera and microphone system in there, making them of the best quality and as discreet as possible so that you wouldn't notice. Yeji and Ryujin made sure themselves that none of the cameras or microphones were visible even to a second glance, and the technicians they had hired had been so good that even Yeji completely forgot they existed.

Lia, Yuna, and Chaeryeong were the first to arrive in the living room to sit on the couch and wait, Ryujin was the last to arrive, at least five minutes later than scheduled. Yuna and Lia were only wearing a pair of panties, Yuna's were pink and Lia's were light blue, Chaery was only wearing a transparent black tank top and red panties, and Ryujin was still wearing the black one-piece lingerie.

"Where were you?" Lia asked Ryujin as she went to sit next to Chaery with a sigh.

"I was trying to convince him to do a quickie in the rehearsal room, but apparently he's afraid of Yeji," Ryujin said with a chuckle, looking at her fingernails and crossing her legs.

"I can't blame him, she's scary," Chaery said.

"Oh, he's there, shut up," Yuna said, pointing to the TV. Lia took the remote control, and enlarged the camera located in the corner where the whole room could be seen.

They all focused on the TV screen, while Yeji explained what you were going to do and ordered you to undress. Ryujin couldn't help but laugh when you tried to apologize to Yeji.

"I can't believe he was going to tell her it was my fault," she said between laughs.

"It's your fault, Shin Ryujin," Lia said, glaring at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I mean, I know," she was still chuckling, "but aww, poor thing, it's not my fault he's so pretty and his dick is so addictive."

"How do you know that?" Chaery asked, raising both eyebrows at her. Ryujin thought that she had screwed up, but fortunately the facts favored her.

"Did you forget that I sucked his dick that day?" Ryujin replied, saving herself from arousing suspicion, "I've never enjoyed sucking a cock that bad."

"You're still a fucking bitch though!" Yuna protested from the other end of the couch, "You tried to fuck him before your turn!"

"We made no rules about it, don't be a whiny brat," Ryujin sneered.

After that, no one said anything until you started massaging Yeji's feet and legs, where there started to be some hand movement between the girls. Yuna had one of her hands on her tit, and the other was rubbing her pussy over her panties.

"Fuck, you don't know what you're missing by not having your feet and legs worshiped by him," Yuna gasped, rubbing her slit very slowly.

"I'll have to figure that out myself, I didn't love it when that other guy did it to me," Ryujin remarked.

Despite the supposed non-devotion of the girls for that, they all started touching themselves over their underwear, Yuna was going a little faster than all of them, she had even put a hand inside her panties to rub her clit, while the others only did it over the fabric of their panties. They kept up this pace just to warm up their engines little by little, saving energy for when the real fun began.

The time for the first activity had already passed, and when Yeji had bent against the edge of the bed, Chaery immediately removed her tank top, freeing her two pretty tits.

"Fuck, the good stuff will finally start," she gasped as you knelt behind Yeji and buried your face between her buttocks. Yeji groaned through the TV speakers, and both Chaery and Lia groaned in unison.

"Fuck yes," Lia moaned, pushing her panties aside and wetting her fingers to rub them up and down between her folds, "I love how he eats ass, it's so fucking delicious."

"I know right? I can't wait for him to eat my ass that good," Chaery slipped her fingers into her pussy, and began to move her wrist slowly at first. The others followed her lead, and soon the living room was filled with moans of all shapes and volumes, the loudest being Lia's. They were all now completely naked and spread-legged on the sofa, fingering themselves while you ate Yeji's ass with all your might.

They were all focused on the TV screen, but soon found themselves slowly being charmed and drawn in by each other's moans and wet pussy sounds. Chaery and Ryujin locked eyes for a few seconds, both moaning with pleasure until their lips collided in a fierce kiss. Ryujin's free hand went to one of Chaery's tits, pinching her nipple and squeezing it as they both pumped their fingers in and out of their pussies, but Chaery wanted to help too, and brought her free hand to Ryujin's slit to quickly rub her clit.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the couch, Lia had brought out her caring side to take care of Yuna and put aside her own pleasure for a moment, leaning to the side to bring one of her tits to her mouth, sucking and licking her nipple while Yuna caressed her hair. She also fulfilled the same role as Chaery with Ryujin, rubbing Yuna's clit frantically, but in this case Yuna received industrial amounts of pleasure, and Lia got nothing in return, just the satisfaction and happiness of making her maknae feel good.

Chaery quickly got turned on by how horny Ryujin was making her, and stopped her to stand up and pull the lever on the sofa so that the back of it folded down, turning it into a big bed for everyone to be more comfortable. They all fell back, but Chaery landed on her knees and grabbed Ryujin's legs to plunge her face into her pussy.

"Oh shit Chaery!" Ryujin screeched, taking Chaery's raven hair between her fingers and leaning on her forearm to watch her as she her pussy furiously.

Lia, who was giving Yuna her full attention with kisses on her neck while she rubbed her clit, remembered what Chaery had said just now and broke away from Yuna to look into her eyes.

"Sorry darling, baby Chaery needs some love too, do you think you can manage on your own?" Lia asked Yuna, brushing her hair off her forehead and giving her a little kiss.

"I still have an ace up my sleeve, don't worry about me," Yuna winked at her, and Lia climbed off the couch to get on her hands and knees behind Chaery's toned, round ass.

Ryujin and Lia exchanged knowing glances while Ryujin moaned through pursed lips, she knew what was going to happen, as did Yuna, who was dedicating herself to watching you eat Yeji's ass as she slowly crawled towards Ryujin, but for Chaery it was a huge shock to feel Lia's tongue attack her needy ass when she least expected it, letting out a small cry against Ryujin's pussy and then going wild between moans.

Lia had a grip on Chaery's ass with both hands, giving each cheek a firm squeeze as she moved her tongue in circles around her hole. Chaery, being especially sensitive in that part of her body, began to squirm more and more with each attack of Lia's tongue against her ass, which was also reflected in the stimuli that her mouth gave to Ryujin. And Yuna, already feeling left out, opted for a move that surprised them all.

Yuna took Ryujin by the shoulders and made her lie down, with a quick movement, straddling her face and forcing her to only breathe her pussy and her ass, while Chaery continued to eat her pussy and Lia ate Chaery's ass.

At that time you had already stopped eating Yeji's ass, and had moved on to her pussy. But no one was paying real attention to the screen, only Yuna who was the one facing it. This wouldn't last long, however, as Yuna ground her hips faster and faster while Ryujin devoured her pussy, and her eyes closed as she played with her own tits.

Being the most aroused and horny at that moment, Chaery was the first to cum thanks to the multiple kisses and licks that Lia gave her ass. She clung to Ryujin's thighs, not wanting to part with her pussy even as her body was going crazy. Lia made a double effort to keep her in place, holding her tightly by the waist until her orgasm had passed.

"Fuck Unnie, you really are a slut when you get that pretty ass eaten, aren't you?" Yuna teased, her hands resting on Ryujin's abdomen as she kept grinding her hips against her face.

The next to reach her peak was Ryujin, who between eating Yuna's pussy, hearing Yeji and the other girls moaning, and having her pussy violently eaten by Chaery, who was now getting her pussy eaten by Lia, they made her arch her back in pleasure and squeal against Yuna's little pussy, clinging to her ass and digging her nails into her buttocks, causing Yuna to moan in pain.

Ryujin instinctively squeezed Chaery's head between her creamy thighs, and removed a hand from Yuna's ass just to pull Chaery's hair, but she went a little too far, causing Chaery to squeal in pain.

"Unnie! Fuck, be careful!" she claimed frowning, but then being dragged back into pleasure by Lia, who was not only eating her pussy but also playing with her tits underneath her body. Anyways, Chaery was the type to take offense easily enough, so she moved Ryujin's thighs away from around her head and stopped eating her pussy.

Yuna was the next to have her first orgasm of the day, and it was undoubtedly the most violent and intense of all so far. Her entire body shuddered, and her moans were vastly louder than the other girls', she leaned back, clutching Ryujin's hair and slowly grinding her hips as she came all over her mouth.

"You did have an ace up your sleeve, huh?" Lia said, getting to her knees behind Chaery with her hands resting on her ass.

"Fuck yes!" Yuna moaned, then got off Ryujin's face, who took a deep breath as Yuna, lying on her side, now looking at the screen, "Oh, he had a stiff, he'll have to keep eating Yeji unnie's pussy,” she said with a giggle.

"Fuck Yuna, if you're going to do that you could let me know first," Ryujin complained, still trying to catch her breath after orgasming and eating her pussy.

"Unnie, aren't you going to cum?" Chaery asked innocently, looking over her shoulder at Lia with puppy eyes.

"Right, why don't you come over for us to help you, unnie?" Yuna asked with a sexy and provocative tone, indicating with her finger that she should get on the bed.

"I was just making sure to make my babies feel good," Lia said, crawling across the floor and then climbing onto the bed, lying between Ryujin and Yuna with her legs spread wide, "but I think it's time my babies put me back my favor."

"You're making me want to call you mommy," Yuna said with a smirk, as she bit her lip and leaned down to plant small kisses on Lia's lips. Chaery climbed on the bed with the two of them, and passed over Ryujin to lie next to Lia.

"Don't even think about calling me that, Shin Yuna," Lia warned with a stern face, which soon softened when Chaery, in the most tender and loving way possible, began to plant kisses on her neck.

"Oh come on! You make it boring, unnie," Yuna lay down next to her, and cupped the side of Lia's face to exchange small kisses with her.

"I don't make it boring," Lia said between kisses and gasps, as Chaery now lowered her kisses to her tits, "It's just that if you tell me that, I'm not responsible for how I start to treat you from now on."

"But that sounds fun… it doesn't sound like a threat at all," Yuna replied with a mischievous giggle, caressing Lia's cheek with her thumb as she kissed her.

"It will sound like a threat to you when I make you so needy of my attention all the time," Lia gradually let go more, and the gasps coming from her mouth were now little moans.

"I don't care about that, I know you would give me attention all the time…mommy," Yuna murmured in a sexy voice, before diving headlong into the kiss with Lia.

Yuna ran a hand slowly from Lia's chest to her tummy, which caressed for a few seconds before reaching her pussy, which she began to rub with her index and middle fingers, moving them along her folds while teased with putting them inside her. Chaery meanwhile kept sucking and licking Lia's tits, but when she saw that Yuna was touching her pussy, she brought one of hers there too, to slowly rub her clit.

After a few seconds of pure teasing, Yuna finally brought her two long fingers into Lia's cunt, pumping in and out rapidly from the start and causing her to moan against her lips, while Chaery matched her rhythm with the movements of her fingers against her clit. Ryujin had nothing to do at that moment, she was exhausted and resting after nearly running out of breath a few seconds ago, so she just stared at the TV while you gave Yeji the last few finishing moves.

Yuna's fingers pumped in and out of Lia's pussy as fast as she could move her wrist, which drove Lia crazy less than a minute into it. Chaery raised her face to Lia's neck again, and there she gave her wet kisses and bites while she and Yuna drove her crazy with pleasure. Yuna played with her tits, pinching her nipples while she massaged them vigorously, and Lia couldn't do anything but caress both girls' black hair.

Yuna broke away from the kiss, now fully focusing on hammering Lia's wet pussy with her two fingers, as she moved her fingers in rapid circles against her clit and kissed Lia's jaw with small kisses. Lia turned her face when she felt Chaery so close to her, and she cupped her face with both of her hands to desperately kiss her, feeling that she wasn't going to be able to take it much longer.

The awaited moment for her came just a few seconds later, just when you had made Yeji cum for the second time and the room was filled with her moans and Lia's, who despite competing against the TV speakers, did a very good job matching the volume of her screams. Lia stood still for a second, then exploding into violent spasms, she locked her thighs around Chaery's wrist, biting her lower lip as she came around Yuna's fingers, who was now moving her wrist at a slower and more sensual way.

"Damn, he really made Yeji cum three times in a row," Ryujin mentioned, completely ignoring what was happening next to her just to judge what was going on in the spa room.

Yuna pulled her fingers out of Lia's pussy, and Chaery also stopped moving her wrist, so that they inadvertently coordinated to give Lia a little kiss on each cheek.

"Fuck... thanks," Lia said between heavy breaths, slumping back and stretching her legs out to rest, "is he still eating Yeji's pussy?"

"You're welcome, mommy," Yuna said with a giggle, sitting next to her and then looking at the screen, "Nope, he's already stopped, he's going to give her the massage."

"Good thing, because I need to rest for a second," Lia sighed, sitting back down but leaning her back against the wall. It was then that she noticed the girls' panties scattered throughout the living room, and after a few seconds, she made an effort to get up from the sofa and collect them all, leaving them together in one corner for later.

"Mmm I'll do something, I'll be right back," Ryujin said, getting up from the sofa to leave the living room, heading upstairs. The girls looked confused, but ended up not giving it so much importance.

All the girls dedicated themselves to resting while you massaged Yeji, just staring at the screen and cuddling with each other to keep warm. The minutes passed, and just a few minutes before the massage time was up, they both sat next to each other again, anxiously awaiting the next phase, the milk you phase.

Right at that moment, Ryujin returned to the living room, but with a backpack on her shoulders. She walked and stood between the television and the sofa, obstructing the girls' view, who stared at the backpack.

"Why are you standing there and what the hell do you have in that backpack?" Lia asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, are you going on a nudist excursion or what?" Yuna said, making a disgusted face.

Ryujin didn't answer, she just took the backpack off her shoulder and stepped forward to empty it on the sofa right in front of them, dropping all kinds of sex toys, dildos, vibrators, anal plugs and even lube. Lia, Yuna, and Chaery widened their eyes at the display of potential before their eyes, and smiled at the same time.

"I thought we could add a little more spice to our little game," Ryujin said with a proud expression, tossing the empty backpack away.

"We can certainly have quite a bit of fun," Yuna said, eyeing the toys carefully.

"Guys, look, Yeji is going to drain him," Chaery said, pointing to the screen.

"Ryujinnie, put the camera in the bottom corner, we need to see that," Lia said, pointing to the remote on the corner of the sofa.

Ryujin took the remote control, and put a camera in which they could perfectly see under the table how Yeji began to play with your cock. They returned to each other's side, still not touching any toys, and devoted themselves to watching Yeji suck your cock as they lazily played with their pussies, some rubbing their folds and others very slowly pumping their fingers in and out.

"Fuck, I'd love to be sucking oppa's dick instead of Yeji," Yuna gasped, slowly pumping her wrist.

"Me too," Ryujin said rubbing her pussy, "his cock tastes so delicious and feels so good in the mouth," she bit her lip.

"And his cum tastes so fucking delicious," Lia said between Yuna and Chaery, playing with her own tits as she watched Yeji deepthroat you.

"I haven't had a chance to suck his dick yet…" Chaery said as she fingered herself, "but I would really love him to cum all over my face after giving him head."

"Lowkey you are a horny slut, aren't you, Chaeryeongie?" Ryujin teased, with a mischievous smirk.

"Am I with the right people, or do you forget how many times you and I have fucked?" Chaery asked, returning the smirk. Yuna seemed quite surprised by that information, but Lia was not.

"Of course not, the more muscular and luscious you get the more it makes me want you to eat my pussy all the time," Ryujin replied, winking at Chaery.

"And I'm the slut?" Chaery raised an eyebrow.

"Yes you are, you just should realize how fucking horny it makes you to have someone touch your ass," that was the final punchline, as Chaery fell silent, her cheeks flushing red.

There was another silence in the room, all of them were with their mouths ajar as you cum for the first time, and they began to touch each other slightly faster watching Yeji's face being painted white with your load.

"Oh shit, Yeji unnie is overstimulating him, that's so fucking hot," Yuna moaned, pumping her fingers slightly faster in and out of her pussy, "I wish I was there with her sucking his dick."

"My poor boy," Lia said with some pity for you, seeing how you were sore at first, "he looks so cute…" at that moment they all stared at Lia, "What?"

"Do you like him?" Ryujin asked with a giggle.

"Huh? No!" Lia responded instantly, looking at her and then at the screen, "Well… ugh shut up!" her face turned red, and they all laughed about it.

Minutes passed until they saw how you cum for the second time, now inside her mouth. Yuna moaned at the sight, biting her lower lip and rubbing herself, Chaery was fingering herself without putting in too much effort, and Lia and Ryujin were still waiting for what was to come.

"Yeji unnie should look up the definition of rest in a dictionary," Chaery said, watching Yeji sit on your face.

"Don't expect anything from her, sometimes she has delusions of grandeur," Lia said, "obviously she wasn't going to let him rest without her first getting something in return."

They stopped for a second, watching your cock slowly come back to life, and anticipating what was going to happen next, they all started rummaging through the toys. The first thing Lia did was grab a blue heart-shaped stainless steel anal plug and a 5.5-inch black silicone dildo, Yuna just grabbed a 6-inch pink dick-shaped dildo, and Chaery to everyone's surprise, grabbed a 6.5-inch purple dildo and a small, cylinder-like wand vibrator. Ryujin was the only one who picked up the larger wand vibrator, the one that could easily be mistaken for a microphone.

"Can I help you unnie?" Chaery said, pointing to the anal plug in Lia's hand.

"Of course honey," Lia agreed, and Chaery took one of the lube bottles they had to remove the anal plug from her hand and pour lube over it. Lia lay down and spread her legs, and Chaery helped her insert the anal plug into her ass, causing a loud moan from the blonde, "Oh fuck yes!" she growled, "Thank you baby," Lia winked, and Chaery spread her legs at one side of her.

Yuna picked up another of the bottles of lube and poured it over her dildo, then guided it deep into her tight pussy with a long, sensual moan. Chaery and Ryujin turned on their vibrators, both at low speed then pressed against their clits. Lia also lubed up her dildo, and just like Yuna, she pushed it deep into her pussy. You started fucking Yeji, and at that precise moment the living room turned into a loud cacophony of moans.

Yuna and Lia started pumping their dildos in and out of her pussies at full speed, watching you fuck Yeji doggy style. Yuna was massaging her own tits with her free hand, and Lia had one hand on her clit, adding extra stimulation to her pussy. On the other hand, Ryujin and Chaery had been watching everything until they exchanged glances for a second, they both stared at each other, moaning with their faces distorted with pleasure, and they couldn't help but kiss while pressing the vibrators against their pussies.

When you turned Yeji around and started fucking her missionary, Lia searched for anything to hold on to, and the first thing she found was Yuna's thigh, where she dug her nails in while pounding her own pussy with the dildo, with gaping mouth and letting out pretty moans.

Yuna loved that Lia was digging her nails into her thighs, and wanting to find more of her, she brought her free hand right between Lia's legs to help her, trying to rub her clit despite the fact that she herself was trembling and shaking from the long and quick movements of her arm, pumping the dildo in and out of her pussy. Lia couldn't do anything but keep clinging to Yuna's thigh, wanting to kiss her but also not wanting to stop looking at the screen.

Chaery and Ryujin continued to kiss for at least another minute and a half, they had set their vibrators to a medium speed close to maximum, and had them fully pressed against their pussies, slowly moving them in circles to get to the most sensitive spots with the vibrations. Their moans were muffled against each other's lips, and with their free hands they did their best to touch their bodies in every corner possible, they would have kept kissing, but the moment Yeji almost came, they all looked at the screen, and they were all shocked when they saw you deny Yeji an orgasm.

"No fucking way he denied her an orgasm like that," Ryujin said, gasping, "and on top of that he called her a bitch," Ryujin grinned, somehow proud of you.

"Those two are going to beat the shit out of each other," Lia said, resting her wrist for a few seconds as did Yuna.

"Oh god, shut up everyone, he's going to fuck her ass," Chaery said excitedly, watching you guide your cock into Yeji's ass, "Oh my fucking god…"

Chaery let go of the vibrator for a second, to grab the dildo she had chosen, lubricate it, and slowly press it into her own ass, moaning to the rooftops as every single inch of the toy forced its way between her walls until it was fully deep inside her. She grabbed the vibrator again, and just like Ryujin, put it on full speed before pressing it against her pussy as she pumped the dildo in and out of her ass.

Lia was also immediately turned on when you were fucking Yeji's ass, she pulled the anal plug out of her ass, and pulled the dildo out of her pussy to switch holes, now guiding the dildo deep down her ass and joining Chaery like good anal sluts they were. Despite not being so devoted to anal sex yet, Yuna also joined the sea of moans and pleasure as she watched her unnies fuck their own asses, and wanting to help, she started fingering Lia's pussy with her free hand, while she kept pumping her dildo in and out of her own pussy.

Ryujin was the only one who was still being stimulated only by the vibrator that she herself pressed into her pussy, since Chaery had both hands full as she watched you stop fucking Yeji's ass and return to her pussy, it didn't seem to affect any of them, since they were so immersed in their carnal feelings and lust that at that point it didn't even matter what was happening on the screen.

Yuna was already touching herself before all of them, so conveniently for all, she was the first to cum. She stopped touching Lia for a second, concentrating on her own pleasure by fucking her own pussy with the pink dildo as fast as her wrist would allow her. Her orgasm came seconds later. She slumped back on the couch to explode into loud squeals and writhings of her body, locking her thighs around her own wrist as the dildo continued inside her as the last shreds of her orgasm she passed.

Missing Yuna's hand on her pussy, Lia brought her own hand to it and began rubbing her clit quickly and in circles, and between that, and the pumping of the dildo in her ass, she was the next in cum between screams. She fell back, finding herself level with Yuna, who didn't hesitate to cup the side of her face and kiss her as she went through her intense orgasm. The two of them kept kissing during those seconds, until they heard Yeji shout exaggeratedly loud through the TV speakers.

That was the moment for Chaery, who as soon as she saw how you took your cock to Yeji's ass once more, she reached her long-awaited orgasm, which to everyone's surprise, took its toll on her through a small squirt. The squirt wasn't too prominent or long-lasting, but they were surprised to see that her body had been accumulating so much pleasure to the point of being able to come up with something like that. Chaery pulled the dildo out of her ass, and shoved it into her pussy as the vibrator continued at full speed, she moaned and screamed, more than she ever had before, and when her orgasm faded, she stopped, letting herself fall back completely exhausted. At that time, you and Yeji reached your orgasm too.

Ryujin was the only one who hadn't cummed yet, always close to the point but never quite getting there. Chaery was completely out, as was Lia, but Yuna noticed that Ryujin needed help, and she didn't hesitate for a second to grab her pink dildo, crawl behind all the girls, and sit next to Ryujin to rub the dildo between her folds, while the vibrator made her tremble slightly.

"Do you need a hand?" Yuna asked with a mocking giggle, her face to the side of Ryujin's as she moaned and bit her lower lip.

"Go on, I want to teach these bitches how to squirt properly," Ryujin replied in the most self-centered and pretentious way she could manage.

Yuna guided the dildo, still lubricated with her own fluids and lubricant, into Ryujin's pussy, and that was like putting Ryujin's engine into fourth gear, who began to squirm her hips and moan louder, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back as she focused on her pleasure. Yuna frantically pumped the dildo right away, fucking her pussy and slowly bringing her to her peak of pleasure.

Ryujin took her free hand to her tit, squeezing it tightly before scrunching up her face and letting out a shrill squeak to suddenly explode, Yuna, knowing exactly what to do, immediately took out the dildo, so that a porn movie worthy squirt came out of Ryujin's pussy. Chaery looked at it out of the corner of her eye, and raised both eyebrows with her mouth half open, watching the liquid completely soak the sofa and part of the living room floor. Ryujin was the only one out of all of them who didn't succumb to the spasms and stayed seated at all times like a pro, just slowing the vibrator to almost minimum speed and relaxing her muscles little by little until she passed her orgasm.

"How the fuck you know how to do that, it's fucking impressive," Yuna admitted, looking at the fluid-soaked pink dildo and vibrator.

"Months and months of practice," Ryujin said, hair plastered to her sweaty face and regulating her breathing, "and I can do it whenever I orgasm."

"Would you teach me?" Yuna asked, tilting her head with an innocent smile, "it looks pretty funny."

"Later, don't be a slut and let me rest," Ryujin snapped, leaning on her forearms to close her eyes. At that moment, Lia came back to life, sitting on the edge of the sofa with her hair extremely messy and her body sweaty.

"Guys, he left the spa room, he's leaving," Lia said, pointing to the television, "why don't we go give him a little surprise?" she asked, standing up, picking up Ryujin's wet panties and lingerie with a mischievous little smile.

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☆‧₊˚Cat N' Spider ⋆.˚[1.7.24]- e42!Miles x Reader 🕸˖°.TWs || Miles is lowkey a pottymouthhh

What makes a villain? Is it their frigid, pompous attitude tailored to mask that sentimental wound from past trauma? Or is it the narcissistic qualities that wash away the blood of the innocent from their fleeting, voided sense of memory? No matter the man or lady behind the mask, they all unite under one common umbrella- shielding themselves from the icy rainwater that forces them to heed the treacherous callback from the rain…

A desperate covet to be acknowledged…no…remembered.

Villains aren’t born; they’re created. There was no such thing as “good” or “bad”, there was survival, and there were morals. And when you were only thirteen, you became the victim of a team of scientists determined to create a “better” world for you and the Brooklyn, New York population. So emerged Plan 42-J, where a spider was sucked up from your world and engineered on another.

And when that spider found itself back in your world, guess whose teeth it found refuge in?

Little old you!

“Yeah…I’ll be there at like seven. You want somethin’ from the store?” Your boyfriend, Miles grunted, his scarred and sculpted shoulder blades facing the camera as he made himself look presentable in his bathroom mirror. “Uhhh, you don’t have to…Actually, wait, get me a pineapple Fanta and some chips,” you muttered, tugging on your pretty little red Converse with as much force as physically possible.

“Bet–...I might be a little late actually,” Miles sighed, turning around to face the camera and picking up his phone as he began to tap away at the miniature keyboard. Your face pulled into a deep frown, jet black brows furrowing as you pulled your face up from the invisible string connecting you and your shoelaces. “Miles, come on now…this is like the hundredth time you were late to shit we planned!” You grunted, rolling your eyes in slight sorrow and annoyance.

“I know, I know. I’ll try to wrap this shit up as fast as possible, I’m sorry mama” he sighed, running an exasperated hand across his face. “It’s just thirty minutes, ok?” He reassured, his gentle and wispy eyelashes batting softly as he toyed with the gifted gold-clad locket that nestled perfectly between his collarbones. You sighed, pressing the end-call button before falling backward on your couch, sinking into the comfy beige cotton and sighing deeply.

It wasn’t even 20 minutes before you were prompted to spring up from your couch, turning on the TV to monitor whatever was happening in Brooklyn today. Crime rates are dropping, cities are being rebuilt, and smiles are all around. A sense of gratitude washed over you– you weren’t too fond of being Spider-Girl ever since you found out about HQ, but it made ‘fixing’ your world much more satisfying.

But alas, good things don’t last forever. The news reporters' eyes widened as they cupped their ears with what looked like shock and fear, cutting themselves off mid-script to announce a new threat down Kings Plaza. “Oh hold on– give me just a second, Brent, but we’re just now receiving word that the infamous ‘Prowler’ has been spotted down at the abandoned Kings Plaza shopping outlet. Witnesses say he was seen breaking through the window of the old building, presumably chasing after a taller man.”

You groaned loudly, throwing two unfortunate pillows off the couch as you stomped back upstairs to throw on your crimson and white Spider-Suit. “Stupid fucking prowler…ruining my fuckin’ date night,” you grumbled, angrily pulling the mask over your face before calling out to your mom. “Hey, mom? I’m gonna make a store run before Miles gets here! I'm gonna grab ingredients for cookies!” You shouted, quickly opening and closing the door so it’d seem like you left the house.

You slipped out the back window, climbing your way up the fire escape before swinging through the night, wind cascading across your masked face, taking deep gulps of air through your nostrils. Your blood boiled like overboiled soup stock, salt and muck bubbling to the surface as you grumbled under your breath. That stupid fuck ass had a habit of somehow ruining your quality time with your boyfriend, postponing dates and meetups in a futile attempt to put away your irksome ‘nemesis.’

You’ve had a couple of encounters with the Prowler, with him being the most determined villain since the ‘Rise of Spider-Girl’. Of all the many villains you’d put away, he seemed the most persistent in riding his wave of crime to fruition. The air, filled with its normal hubbub, voices clamoring together as car engines blended to create the everyday atmosphere of Brooklyn.

You dipped down in between the abandoned subway, scanning the topography of the old station before hearing an uncomfortably loud–

BANG!

You got up on your feet, quickly scanning the areas as you attempted to squint through the thick veil of darkness that covered your eyes. The soft, meshy fabric of your red and white spider mask made everything increasingly more difficult as you attempted to analyze every small detail of your location. Blurry pipes, massive trash bags, debris, and a run-down train that had been claimed by rust and nature.

You walked down the wide tunnel, clicking on the flashlight that you had attached to your tactical belt a couple of months ago. You smiled to yourself, glad that one of the many trinkets you’d created since becoming Spider-Girl was proving to be useful. It was freezing, your jaw clenching as you lumbered forward, running your gloved fingertips across the rusty metal walls.

“Yo! Come on, man. I know you’re down here somewhere, and I don’t wanna be in this cold-ass tunnel!” You shouted, not even sure if you were actually talking to anyone else. “I mean, hero to…villain? Anti-Hero? I’m sure you’ve got people to get home to. And I’d hate to send your busted ass home to your wife and kids with new bruises,” You threatened, voice low and serious as you began to do another routine scan around your new surroundings.

“My wife is none of your business,” A stern and rather agitated voice spoke from the far distance, causing you to whip your head around and assume a battle stance. You sucked in a large breath of air, lungs expanding and burning with each passing second as you ran forward at half your usual speed. “And I’m not going home with shit. From you.” He enunciated, the static overlay coating his voice like molten lava and burnt sugar.

“Man, wrap this up! All of the other villains are putting their shit away, why can’t you! Have you ever considered a job?” You spat, stopping mere inches away from the source of the loathsome voice before squinting up at the Prowler. “You’re the most desperate bitch I’ve ever fought with, you know that? I’ve never felt the need to prove something this bad,” You spat, growing more and more agitated by the second.

“You funny as shit for real. Now If Ian have no human decency, I’d have been sent yo lil’ass to the hospital but ion put my hands on women cuz my daddy raised me betta’ than that. So we can do it like this– you can get the fuck out of my face and I can keep my hands to myself, or I can show all of Brooklyn how you nothin’ but a lil girl playing pretend in tight spandex,” He grunted, dropping down from the tall ceiling and hitting the ground with a sickeningly heavy thud.

His mask illuminated about 6 inches in front of him with bright purple, advancing towards you slowly as he invaded your personal space. You were sure that had he not worn his signature holographic mask, you would’ve felt his breath ghost the tip of your nose. He was so close you could lift a finger and make immediate contact with his chest.

“You piss me the fuck off.” You grunted, staring back at the monster in front of you as you let the thick, discomforting silence fill the lack of space between the two of you. He was menacing, it made you wanna get as far away from him as possible and go home to your kind, and loving boyfriend. But a job’s a job, no matter how intimidating the ‘client’.

“And you give me a fuckin’ headache. ¿Lo sabes, verdad?” He rasped, quickly landing a sharp blow straight to your gut as he sent you flying backward almost one foot. It hurt like hell, your stomach suddenly felt tight and uncomfortably empty as you struggled to regain control over your breathing. “Mira, me estás haciendo sentir mal. You think I wanna hit you?” he muttered, slowly backing away from you before taking off in the opposite direction.

What a fucking dickhead.

You swallowed the bile that threatened to erupt from your gullet, regaining your footing and taking off after the arrogant man once more. You focused on your breathing, drawing long and stable breaths that you allowed to ease the pain that plagued your gut. The wind whistled around your ears as you charged forward, gentle howls and soft rustles caressing your ears with each step.

You followed the harsh neon purple lighting, giggling slightly at how obvious was when you actually got up close to the guy and were able to see his mask. Your footsteps echoed across the tunnel, the heavy thuds mingling with your dull pitter-pattering as you managed to catch up to the unknown man, tackling him from behind as you made a futile attempt to pin him to the ground. And for a second it felt as though he had relaxed into your hold, his usual tense and guarded posture faltering for only a fraction of a second before you felt a painful grip on your wrist.

You went flying forward, narrowly avoiding landing on your neck as you scrambled to land on your feet. Throughout this entire confrontation, your spider-sense seemed to fail you time and time again to warn you of your opponent's attacks, making it increasingly harder to dodge any sort of blow he would deliver. Your right cheek, neck, shoulders, and gut all ached with pain as you struggled to memorize his attack pattern.

He was unpredictable; switching his style of fighting with every new punch while you went through trial and error of pattern memorization. There were claw marks in your suit near your sides that revealed your skin as you finally found a solid fighting technique against the taller man. You finally found your perfect balance, landing disgustingly heavy blows to any part of him that you could reach.

He was lean. He may be built like a twig on the surface, but his entire body was fortified by nothing but pure muscle mass. He felt nearly hard to the touch as you threw your body weight into every strike. “You’re solid. You could put your…odd level of strength to much better use, c’monnnn,” you half-whined, groaning as you resorted to low blows and a style that consisted of legwork.

The white slits on his holographic mask narrowed, indicating his clear disgust as he jumped over your smaller form. “I have things to do. You’re in my way, little bug…” He spat, making a break for the surface as he ran onto the platform and seemingly glided up the stairs. Fuck, how annoying can someone get? He was faster than a bullet train and had incredible levels of stamina.

He was everything you needed in battle. Each time you found yourselves tangled in each other's path, there was an unexplainable tension that stuck each of you together with a bond stronger than any glue. Not to mention the way he managed to evade every single sense that spider had given you; almost like he wasn’t a threat.

You watched him dart up the block, getting ahead start on a taller building as he dug his claws into the sturdy brick. He climbed like a hungry panther chasing their next meal, starving for some sort of adrenaline as you followed closely behind him. The moon illuminated his figure in a ghostly white hue, highlighting the scratched metal of his suit components.

The frigid air left gentle kisses across your clothed limbs, provoking goosebumps as you pulled yourself up on the rough, concrete roof of some random building. You looked at the man, who rested an annoyed hand on his wounded shoulder as his mask mimicked an eye roll. “No quiero lastimarte. Pero, tengo una esposa en casa,” He grunted before quickly advancing towards you with pure anger.

Suddenly, as if they couldn't be late enough, that familiar tingle ran down your spine as you saw his next move in real-time before it happened. You grabbed his left wrist, which began to outstretch in your direction, and forced pressure onto his trigger point. He released a pained groan before you lunged forward, sending the two of you tumbling forward as something fell out of the collar of the neckline of his shirt.

The white eyes widened as a pretty little gold-clad heart locket dangled around his neck, spinning wildly before settling on his chest without so much as a sound. His eyes widened, kicking you off of him before tucking the locket back in his shirt with a relieved sigh and a silent prayer. “Weird. I gave that same locket to my boyfriend,” You muttered.

There was a low chuckle that sounded more annoyed rather than amused before he shuffled back to his feet and stood underneath the pale moonlight. “My wife gave this to me. Touch it, and i’ll fuckin’ kill you this time” he enunciated, a narrow squint to add insult to his words. “Anniversary gift. I hope you not trynna get personal, cuz I’m still gon whoop your ass”

The gears started turning in your brain as you stopped, your posture relaxing as your closed fist came to a rest on your upper left hip. “June 2nd?” You asked, eyes widening a fraction as you slowly backed away from…the boy? In front of you.

He stopped dead in his tracks, looking down at you with a mixture of confusion and fear before nodding slowly. “Yeah…why?” He murmured as he walked towards you, quickly closing any distance between you that you worked so hard to make. “Mozz?” You asked, gentle curiosity laced in your tone for the first time that night.

Miles looked dumbfounded. His sudden aura of anger and nonchalance melted before your very eyes before quiet forced giggles erupted from his throat. Quiet giddy chuckles quickly became cries, babbles of “I'm sorry” quickly leaving his lips as he lowered himself to the ground and became consumed by regret. “Ma I’m so fucking sorry I would’ve never put my hands on you…” he whispered, shaky breaths leaving his lips as you quickly came to his aid.

“Wait nononono don’t cry!” you pleaded, checking your surroundings to make sure there weren't any cameras, helicopters, or paparazzi before pulling off your mask. “This doesn’t even hurt! It’s fine! C’mon don’t cry, get up,” You pleaded as you scooped up your weeping boyfriend off the floor. His mask collapsed as he leaned into your hold, wetting your suit with salty tears as he grasped at your hand.

“It’s not fine! Since when is me hurting you fine!” He gasped, “I never wanted to do this prowler shit! I only did it so Mamí wouldn’t have to worry about bills…” he confessed as you peppered gentle kisses to his face. You nodded as he came apart in your arms, feeling your heart shatter into a million pieces as he practically died upon hearing his nickname.

“Miles, I’m not mad! I know you wouldn’t ever hurt me. It’s my JOB to stop villains. It's YOUR job to…be a villain! I still don’t know what you do I’m sorry boo,” you confessed, giving his head gentle pats as he chuckled into your side. “I’m not no villain. I just do what people tell me,” he shrugged, pulling you down to the ‘ground’ with him.

“ ‘m sorry. You know that right? I’ll quit all of this prowler shit Ma I just never wanna hurt you again” he whispered, pressing his lips to yours and pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“You miss a date again and I’m turning you in,” you joked in between kisses.

“Yeah Yeah my bad”

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sweet plum | chapter four

masterlist | pinterest board | spotify playlist

pairing: pedro pascal x fem!reader (plus size)

rating: mature (will become explicit in the future)

warnings: mentions of alcohol/drinking, mild mentions of weight discrimination

summary: a late night facetime turns into a midnight adventure

a/n: well shit yall. thank you for all the love on what i've posted so far. the validation is like crack for my stupid little dopamine deficiency. and strap in for a slow burn. also, i want to note, you definitely don't have to live in a bigger body to enjoy this story. give it a try if you're on the fence. <3

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“Leave me alone,” you whine at Bella, their shrill laughter crackling from your shit-quality phone speakers.

They continue to poke fun at you for watching Bridgerton for the fourth time in the past few months. Work has been painfully slow, and you have to wait until after the premiere to take on any other big projects. With your NDA, you can't exactly put the best job you've ever booked on your resume until the show is aired.

You continue to defend yourself, huffy and stern, glaring at them through your camera lens.

“I love a slow burn romance… it’s not my fault.”

“I know you do,” Bella mumbles in a somewhat accusatory tone, chuckling to themselves with a shake of their head.

“Excuse me?” you question, a palpable underlying meaning to the statement clear as day. "That felt pointed."

“Pfft, it's nothing,” they quip with a jovial eye roll.

“No, no, please. Enlighten me.” you playfully push, somewhat perplexed by their vagueness.

“I mean… you—”

Bella gets cut off by the familiar notification sound of someone joining the call.

Pedro’s face appears massive on the screen, his head propped up against a pillow on his green leather couch. His hair is completely disheveled, sticking straight to the heavens on the left side. He smiles, beamingly, the majority of his pearly teeth on vivid display.

“So this is what happens when I don’t see you for a few months," you jest.

“Got drunk, slept face first on the couch. I just woke up,” he explains, his voice cloaked in a thick rasp, clearly still acclimating to his consciousness. “But you’re right regardless. I am a bed-headed disaster without you.”

A fantasy floats into your head, you helping him tame his unruly mane in the morning, planting soft kisses along his forehead with every huffy groan, denying every whine and protest to return with you to the bed.

“You need to hire her as a live-in,” Bella jeers, “It’s really… really bad.”

The three of you chat for a while, weaving in and out of conversation topics with lubricious ease. Embarrassing moments, family memories, recalling inside jokes from your days in Canada, the leisure of it reminds you of how effortless it is with them. Your incessant laughter burns your stomach as tears prick the corner of your eyes.

“One time, my mum and I went to a dairy farm and the baby calves would not stop sucking on my fingers,” Bella recounts, wiping the tears from their eyes. “I tried to put my hands in my pockets but they started going for the pockets too. I eventually had to run away and they kept trying to chase me.”

“That sounds like a dream! I'd love to go to a dairy farm,” you exclaim, puppy-eyed with a gentle pout. “Cows are my favorite animal, you know.”

“Let's go to a dairy farm then,” Pedro blurts in.

You scoff, taken aback by his offer.

“With your schedule? Please.”

“Oh hush, I’ll always make time for you.”

Your breath hitches.

He'll always make time for you?

The call falls silent for a moment, your mouth falling open as you process the sentiment. You examine his expression, sincere and warm and ever-so-slightly bashful, and the sight of it sends blood rushing to the apples of your cheeks.

Bella’s eyes widen as their lips curl inward, cheeks blowing out to stifle a giggle.

“Alright! Well… I gotta go... early day tomorrow. I love you both!”

They blow a kiss to each of you and disconnect from the call before you can say goodbye.

An uncomfortable air of silence hangs between the two of you, still heavy and unnerving despite the miles separating you. You chuckle to yourself on instinct, just to create some sort of noise to cut through the tension.

“Are you still drunk?” you inquire.

It’s heavily rumored that Pedro is an obvious flirt under the influence. You’ve heard the stories of him, teasing and lightheartedly flirting with the cast and crew after a couple of drinks. Stupid, corny comments and lots of touching with no clear intent behind it. Maybe that's what he's doing, maybe it's just an offhand sentiment, a product of his lingering intoxication.

“I don’t know… I don’t think so. But I did drink almost an entire bottle of wine, and that was only 6 or so hours ago.” He runs a hand through his scraggly, unkempt curls. “Why?”

The compiling list of questions run circles in your head as you attempt to formulate some kind of comprehensible answer.

“I suppose… well... I was just…” you fumble, picking at your already tattered cuticles. “I guess I just want to…. Were you serious?”

“About what? Taking you to a farm?”

A half smile slowly appears on the left side of his lips, an expression of an almost amusement. Heat races to your cheeks in an instant.

“Of course I was," he responds, nonchalantly but with a genuine earnest. “I really like being with you. Farm or otherwise. Drunk or sober.”

A wave of goosebumps erupts across your skin like a forest fire. You instinctively clench your fists to bear through the surging sensation in your chest, the feeling somehow distressing and euphoric at the same time.

You decide to play along, push a little further, despite your better judgment.

“So, if you could choose anywhere to take me, where would we go?”

You lay your head back on the pillow behind you and hold the phone high above your head. The senseless part of you carefully angles a peek of cleavage in the bottom left corner, just enough to hopefully warrant a quick glance.

And glance he does.

Not once, but twice. The first one is almost instinctual, like a natural reaction to something new and foreign coming into his line of sight. You see his eyes widen slightly and immediately dart back up to meet your gaze. He smiles, a nervous smile, and reaches a hand up to run his thumb along the wiry salt and pepper of his jaw.

Now, the second glance is definitely intentional. As his eyes lower, his smile falls into slightly parted lips. It’s akin to gawking, the way his eyebrows raise and his pupils explode. You watch as his fingers curl and press deep into his jawline as he takes a small portion of his lower lip into his teeth and bites.

Seconds pass, achingly slow, and he seems to be entirely elsewhere.

Suddenly his body jolts and his eyes return to yours once more, a flustered pink painting his cheeks. You can feel a prickly heat spreading down your neck and across your chest, a plethora of contradicting thoughts and feelings bouncing rapidly in your head.

"Well, it’s hard to pick just one," his thick fingers lay flat against his cheekbone as he ponders. "There’s quite a few I’ve thought of showing you.”

You curl your toes as another surge of anxious excitement obliterates your nervous system.

“Well, how about a top three then?"

After about ten seconds of deep pondering, his eyes light up.

“There’s this juice place that I’ve been really liking. They have a fruit juice with plum in it, it made me think of you. I bet you’d like it.”

You ball the sheet beneath your hand into your fist, your knuckles surely painted white with the sheer force of it. The thought of him… thinking about you, wanting you to be there with him, makes you ache with pure adoration. You’ve had daydreams like that hundreds of times, trips for coffee or takeout, holding hands, sharing the little things, weaving your way into each other's lives.

“I definitely want to take you to my favorite deli in New York. I still can’t believe you’ve never had a fuckin’ bagel sandwich. That’s just… just wrong.”

The memory floats into your mind; The gasp that left his mouth when you told him was damn near cartoonish. He lectured you for at least five minutes straight as you tried not to laugh, your lips pressed tightly together, tears welling at the corners of your eyes.

“And definitely Spain. I just feel like you’d blossom there. It’d be beautiful to see. Plus, I miss it. If it weren’t for work I’d stay there forever.”

The statement hangs in the air for a bit, not in a stale and brooding way, but more like a wispy cloud passing between you. Your mind goes still and is washed clean with a warm, velvet enchantment.

All of your useless anxieties melt under the gentle heat of his unwavering gaze, his words so tender, so utterly astonishing to hear from the mouth of a man. It’s often hard to believe that he’s real, like somehow everything you’ve ever wanted in a lover and friend came wrapped up in the Adonis masterpiece that is him.

The profound worry that plagues you, incessant since the day that the already precarious line between friends and lovers have been blurred, is really just a deep-rooted fear. Fear that you’ll lose him, fear that things will change, an irrevocable leap could irreversibly damage one of the most meaningful connections you’ve ever experienced. If you could just know what he is thinking, exactly what he is thinking, maybe the violent kick in your stomach that seems to accompany every flirtatious interaction with the man would finally leave you be.

Images of Spain waltz through your mind, of sundresses and fresh fruit, music, dancing, exquisite wine and food to die for. Bare feet sinking into warm sand, Pedro trailing close behind you with a camera in hand, capturing you as you blossom.

“Those all sound really, really lovely," you gush, allowing the grin that’s been repeatedly tugging at the corners of your lips to grow wide and toothy across your face. "I’ve always wanted to go abroad. Hey, if you ever need a hairdresser overseas, you know who to call.”

You catch a glimpse of yourself on your screen, your eyes twinkling and a soft glow washed over the apples of your rounded cheeks. You look positively enamored, entirely lovestruck, and you honestly couldn't care less.

“Where do you want to go most in the world?” his voice softens further as he rests a hand on his cheek, cozying himself against the arm of the couch.

The phone is inches from his face, likely because he misplaced his glasses, as he so often does. His eyes have that slight downturn, the innermost part of his brows raised slightly upward and inward, his irises catching every glint of the headlights passing by his window. The movement of the sparkle, along with the rich chocolate hue illuminated in its presence, leaves you struggling to form a coherent sentence.

“I... I think..." you stutter, closing your eyes for a few seconds to collect your thoughts. "I think I'd want to go to Greece. It’s a bit ridiculous, but I had a phase in my childhood where I was completely obsessed with Greek mythology. There are so many things I want to see there. And the photos I’ve seen… I just really want to experience that energy. It looks like it has a kindness to it, I can’t really explain what I mean by that... I just can feel it, you know?”

“You don’t have to explain, I know what you’re saying. Things are more gentle there," He speaks softly, his eyes decorating themselves with delicate crinkles and lines as his lips curl into an upward crescent. "The energy honestly kind of reminds me of you. Your… lightheartedness.”

“You think I’m gentle? And lighthearted?” you let out a hearty laugh, entirely spurred by your surprise.

You’ve never viewed yourself that way, at least from the outside looking in. Most of your life you've felt very coarse, gentleness not ever coming naturally to you.

When you grow up in a larger body, every single thing you do feels too big, too clumsy, too loud, every action feels like it should be followed up by an apology for simply existing. The world tries its darnedest to shrink you, to diminish your presence and lock you into a cage of shame, the only key to escape being a success in the pursuit of thinness. You’ve done endless internal work to break free from that prison, to allow yourself the freedom to be yourself unabashedly and throw a middle finger to the consequences.

But you have to admit, a part of you has always wanted to feel delicate.

It’s not that you want to shrink yourself, it’s quite the opposite. You want to be utterly yourself, and you want someone to actually see the gentleness that lives there. Through all the noise, the rowdiness, the bellowing laughter. Through the rough exterior, you want someone to find the soft woman that lives inside of you and love her delicately.

“Yes!” Pedro exclaims with wide, passionate eyes. “Well, not in a way that indicates weakness. No, you’re definitely a powerful woman."

His irises shift up, searching for words as he continues to play with his beard.

"You don’t let the world harden you. Your gentleness is resilient to… bullshit, I guess. You stay open. And not only that, but you stay playful too. Lighthearted. I admire that about you."

The words land like a grenade to the chest, the sensation coursing through your body completely unfamiliar. It’s almost agonizing, yet completely painless. Your veins must be vibrating, and you can hear the whoosh your blood flowing to and from your heart as it knocks violently about your ribcage.

You instinctively deflect as you attempt to bear through the absolute tsunami of emotions currently drowning you.

“P! Jesus, please!" you let out a fake gag, then another, speaking between each retch. "Too... many... compliments."

His hearty laugh booms through your shitty iPhone speakers, the sound of it crackling through the phone causing you to break from your performance, your unruly cackle echoing off the walls of your room. You only egg him on as he laughs harder and harder, eventually nothing but a wheeze escaping from his lungs. Your stomach burns as tears start to roll down your cheeks, and every attempt at steadying yourself only results in you completely losing it again.

You finally catch your breath, doubled over and clutching for dear life at your abdomen.

“I’ve missed you.” he mumbles through a heavy breath.

“I… I’ve missed you too.” you whisper back, just audible enough that you’re certain he can hear.

An inquisitive expression washes over his face, before he springs into an upright position.

“Well, we’ll have to do something about that then. Are you hungry?”

Does he mean… now?

“I mean… I could eat. Why?”

“If I come and get you, will you go get a burger with me? I’m having a craving.”

A pang of excitement explodes in your belly. Shit, of course you need to change, tame the current state of your hair, and honestly you could even use a shower. Some of the particularly heated scenes in Bridgerton caused you to break a sweat.

And, there’s no way in hell you’re going to let Pedro pick you up in his half-drunken state.

“I’m not letting you drive wine drunk, P. I’ll come get you," you announce, surprising yourself with your sudden assertiveness. "Send me your location, I’ll see how far you are from me.”

You suppose your tendency to take care of others triumphs over your jitters in this moment.

“Um… I… don’t... think I know how to do that.” he furrows his eyebrows with confusion as he focuses diligently on his screen.

Old man.

You’re able to walk him through it, but not without a proper teasing that he doesn’t know how to use his phone.

“Oh, ok, you’re like 25 minutes from me. I can swing that.”

You wonder if he can see through your facade, your pressed efforts at being nonchalant. Because truth be told, you’d drive for hours if he asked.

“Be ready, ok? I’ll see you soon.”

. . . . .

You’ve never gotten ready that fast in your life. You were able to assemble your hair into messy-yet-stylish fashion, apply a speedy coat of mascara and brow gel, spritz yourself with a subtle perfume and throw on an "I was just planning on sleeping in this" yet cute outfit. All in roughly… five minutes?

Now you’re dangling out of your car, throwing things about so Pedro can actually sit on the passenger’s seat. You’ve managed to wrangle up all of the various empty coffee cups and receipts floating around on the floor, and you cross your fingers that with the seat all the way back he'll have enough leg room.

He’s seen your car plenty of times, seen the mess that always seems to accumulate despite weekly clean outs, but he's never actually been inside. For some reason it feels very personal to drive him somewhere, to let him inside your car though you're sure he's used to far more luxurious modes of travel. But alas, here you are preparing to pick him up, and it makes you so nervous that your hands tremble.

You finally sink down into the velour fabric behind the wheel and select a playlist to keep you company. You choose the one with the most songs you can sing along to, anything to release an ounce the unidentifiable buzz swarming through your veins.

You can't help but chuckle at yourself, the fervid state of your mind and body absolutely laughable in its dramatics. Yes, of course you’re excited to see him in person. There are so many little things you miss. It’s been almost four months since you've heard the roar of his bellowing laugh in person. You miss the weight of his palm stabilizing himself on your shoulder as he crashes his head into you, the sounds escaping his throat akin to that of a tea kettle that's reached a boil. That was often a daily occurrence, the two of you overcome with giggles, holding on to each other for dear life, unable to catch your breath or maintain any sort of upright posture. You miss the morning coffee runs that left you scrambling for time while Pedro innocently sipped his six-shot monstrosity of a beverage, knowing full well it was his fault because he needed his espresso. You miss the feeling of his hair, how it would glide along your hands, intertwined in your fingers, yours to bend and mold in exactly the way you needed. You miss how he'd soften and slouch under your touch when you'd softly massage his scalp, how his shoulders would sink and his head would roll about like it was attached by an overcooked noodle. You miss the way his scent would fill the trailer and linger slightly after he would leave, the air laced with spice and wood and leather…

You sing to distract yourself, tapping complex rhythms on the back of the steering wheel with considerable force, trying to channel your giddy quivering out of your body through the tips of your fingers. The headlights of the cars in front of you shine and splinter in your vision like a supernova, and it soothes you just a bit, just enough to stop visibly shaking.

Somehow you arrive to the pin Pedro sent you in once piece. You haphazardly park on the dimly lit street and bounce your knee endlessly as you wait. You give yourself one more mist of perfume, the sweet scent wafting through the air in the car.

You need to just get a fucking… grip...

A loud bang jolts every bone in your body, your heart nearly leaping through the bones of your sternum and onto the black leather of the dash. Your head snaps to the left to see two flat palms and a thick pair of foggy black frames pressed up against the driver’s side window.

Idiot.

You open your door to hear his proud laughter echoing down the empty street. Before you can berate him, he pulls you into a tight hug, his strong hands grasping at the softness of your hips. The two of you spin around in the street, your arms still wrapped around each other, your legs doing something resembling a waddle back and forth. A prickly warmth spreads throughout you, radiating from the very center of your chest.

He pulls away to examine you, his palm resting gently on your right shoulder, where it seems to fit just perfectly. His smile softens as your eyes meets his, the street lights creating a freckled glimmer in his deep brown irises.

“I should punch you for scaring me like that,” you murmur, feeling suddenly bashful under his unwavering gaze, fixed on you like you’re the only other person in the world.

“You should, but you won’t,” he winks and gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Now come on, I’m starving.”

He opens the driver’s side door for you with a satisfied grin and guides you into the car, his hand resting gently on the small of your back. His fingers shift, slipping just beneath the hem of your shirt and brushing against your bare skin.

Your knees nearly buckle.

You grip the steering wheel as you lower yourself into the seat and squeeze, straining to bear through the sudden panging need in lower belly. Jesus, you’re far too touch-starved for your own good.

Pedro slams his body weight into the passenger’s seat, causing your car to bounce a few times from the recoil. You jokingly shoot him a look of disgust and he throws his head back, cackling and reaching over the console to smack you in the arm.

“God, just put the address in my phone you idiot!” you exclaim through your own chuckles. He snags your phone from your extending hand and begins searching on your maps app.

He has on his purple Laker’s shirt and some black athletic shorts. The shorts are the perfect length, showcasing just enough of his thigh to garner a bit of attention but not so much that you can't keep your focus elsewhere. He paired the outfit with striped socks and sneakers, an almost copy-paste of every casual outfit you've seen him in, very on-brand for his day to day. You once tried to explain the concept of being on-brand to Pedro, but he just went around telling everyone he was “serving brand” for about a week straight. You honestly regret ever teaching him about “serve” in the first place.

You start to drive, a quiet and comfortable hum falling over the two of you. Your music is still playing, so soft that it's barely audible over the growl of the engine. Pedro reaches to crank the volume, veins protruding on the back of his hand as he turns the knob gently.

“You know how much I love Fleetwood Mac,” he speaks in his low, growling baritone, his scent filling the air and mixing with your lingering perfume, creating a fragrance intoxicating enough to give you a head rush.

You take a beat before responding, transfixed by the width and curve of his fingers and the spiral of ink at the crux of his thumb.

“I know, I picked the playlist with my passenger in mind.”

“Well I won’t subject you to any singing,” he teases. “Since you’re such a music snob.”

“I am not!” You reach over and shove his shoulder. “I have a deep appreciation for good music, that doesn’t make me a snob.”

“Sure… says the girl who was critiquing my playlists every goddamn day.” he shoves you back, this time against your thigh.

“What playlists?! Purple Rain fifteen times in a row is not a playlist,” you jab.

An offended, dramatized gasp fills his lungs before he scoffs ostentatiously, prompting an immediate eye roll from your side of the car.

It’s truly like no time has passed since you last saw each other.

. . . . .

You plop down into a slightly cramped, cherry red booth in the back corner of a slightly shoddy, time capsule of a diner. The vinyl cushions are cracked and peeling, beige crumbles of the filling erupting from the openings and spilling over. You scoot in carefully, hoping to avoid causing any further damage.

When you'd pulled in to park moments ago, your knee-jerk reaction to the sight of the place was a look of genuine concern. The lot was packed with toxically masculine trucks and seemingly refurbished vintage vehicles, and a hoard of beefy, somewhat terrifying men crowded the entrance in a haze of flickering red light and cigarette smoke.

“Just, trust me, will ya? It’ll be the best burger you’ve ever had," he insisted, shooting a subtle wink and a flash of pearly teeth, glimmering off of the sole street light illuminating the entirety of the parking lot.

He sits down opposite to you, raising his hand to greet the waitress from across the counter with a quick wave. You catch sight of her as her remarkably wrinkled, heavily kohl-lined eyes brighten at the sight of him. Her cherry red lips spread wide across her bony, slightly sullen face. She whispers something to the line cook standing next to her, and then immediately hightails it over to your table.

“S'been a while since we’ve seen you, Mister Pascal, I was startin’ to worry you’d went n' forgot 'bout us! But I know you’re a busy guy n’ all, bein' Hollywood's latest and greatest.”

Her voice is steeped overnight in a viscous southern drawl. It’s so thick that it almost makes the words move slower from her mouth, like they’re coagulating on her tongue on the way out.

“Darlene,” Pedro reaches a hand to grab hers, a tinge of Texan twang tickling the vowels in her name. “You know I can’t stay away from you for too long. And you know better than to call me anything other than Pedro.”

He gives her hand a little squeeze and you watch as the woman melts under his touch. You really can't blame her.

“Now, who is this sweet thing?” Darlene cocks her head slightly in your direction, her eyes still fixed on the cocoa irises gazing back at her.

“This is my… friend,” Pedro smiles, glancing towards you as his dimple indents beneath the bristles of his scruff. “And coworker.”

“You n' actress, honey?” she diverts her attention to you, her head bobbing slightly with a palpable sass.

“Oh, no, a hairstylist actually,” you explain, inexplicably embarrassed by the implication. “That’s how we met. I did his hair for a more recent project.”

“She’s very talented.” he chimes in. “She managed to make me look like an old man!”

“Darlene, it was one of the easiest jobs I’ve ever had, I’ll tell you that much.”

Pedro attempts to take a jab at your shoulder from across the table, but you duck slightly at just the right moment, his hand colliding with shiny smooth cushion.

Darlene lets out a laugh, one that sounds more like a prolonged smoker’s cough than anything else. She takes down Pedro’s order, the usual, and after a solid minute of convincing from both parties, you decide to go with the same thing.

Darlene hurries back to the kitchen and leaves you with a hungry-eyed man studying your every move.

“I promise you’re gonna like it. You’re gonna love it. It literally melts in your mouth. Hey—”

He reaches quicker than you can dodge him and his thumb and index finger grab ahold of your chin, slightly squishing your lips together.

“Quit making that face at me! I’m serious, it's really good!”

Another waitress swings around the corner, dropping off a pot of potent smelling coffee and two mugs, medium-sized and a robin’s egg blue.

“Always good to see you, Pedro.” she speaks in a low rasp, deeper than you'd anticipated from her petite frame and soft features. Pedro shoots her a wink before immediately reaching for the coffee pot.

“I’ll get this in right away for y’all. Anything else I can getcha in the meantime?” Darlene questions.

Pedro meets your gaze as you shake your heads in unison.

“Y'all've a real cute, uh, friendship,” she speaks hesitantly, one of her pencil-thin eyebrows cocked up with suspicion and her ruby lips curled into a smirk. A soft chuckle lilts in her trail as she turns away from you and slinks back to the kitchen.

“This place feels like a fever dream,” you mouth in a hushed tone as you attempt to sip on the scalding coffee in front of you. “Is she… is Darlene real? She doesn’t seem real.”

“Like straight out of a time capsule, right?” he grins.

“How the hell did you find this place?" you question him as you glance around to people-watch, catching sight of the elderly biker couple to your right, decked head to toe in worn black leather, demolishing two double cheeseburgers with reckless abandon.

“An old agent of mine took me here a long time ago. Since I’ve been in LA so much, I just find myself drawn back here,” his disposition softens as he speaks. “Reminds me of home, I guess, I can’t put my finger on why.”

You listen intently as he chronicles stories of New York, letting your fingers unconsciously twirl through your hair, the nasty habit that always seems to return in his presence. It's easy to get lost in the way he muses on about his experiences, like his own trance pulls you along with him into his dream-like state. He speaks with effervescent detail, a syrupy adoration on his tongue with each word that leaves his mouth. You could listen to him talk for hours and hours, utterly entranced by the way he transports you into his world, the lull of his voice like a spoonful of honey.

“Jesus, I’ve been blabbing on and on," he reaches up a hand to scratch behind his ear, a nervous tick you’ve noticed he frequents. "Am I boring you?"

“No no no, hey, you're not boring me," You rest your hand gently on the table, resisting the urge to grab his fidgeting hand and steady him. “You've got a way with words, I honestly feel like I’m right there with you.”

With a brief inhale, his hand falls slowly until it rests atop yours. You silently gasp at the sudden sensation, his touch heedfully delicate as he caresses the back of your hand with his thumb. His eyes are fixed as he wraps the rest of his fingers around and settles them in the crook of your palm. The thump of his pulse echoes yours as he traces up from your knuckles and slowly back to the base of your wrist, drawing a perfect ellipse on your velvety skin, sending goosebumps to riddle every square inch of your body. As your gaze flutters, you catch a glimpse of his face, his lips parted slightly in complete transfixion. You bite down on the inside of your cheek at the sight.

“Alrighty y’all, I go-” Darlene clears her throat as you both jolt violently, your spines simultaneously snapping upright as your hands tear apart. “I… got your burgers here. Just holler if ya need anythin' else.”

She smiles sweetly, a slight smugness tugging at her expression.

An involuntary chuckle escapes you, responding unconsciously to the knotting discomfort you feel in growing in your stomach. You stare unwaveringly at the mass of burger sitting in front of you, cheddar cheese oozing down the sides of the thick patty and spilling onto the plate. The thick veil of tension lies stagnant between you as the knot pulsing in your stomach threatens to snap.

“I’m like… scared of this thing. It’s a bit of a beast.” you murmur uneasily.

“Definitely don’t eat the whole thing. I’ve made that mistake… more than once," he admits, cutting carefully through the gargantuan sandwich down the middle. "I’m honestly amazed I can still enjoy this considering what it’s done to my stomach in the past. Here—"

He reaches across the table, cutting yours into perfect halves with conscious diligence.

"S'a lot easier to eat this way."

A flush creeps across your cheeks, the same sentence repeating in your head like a skip on a broken CD.

Why does he have to be so fucking thoughtful?

. . . . .

“I can’t… breathe properly. It hurts.” Pedro blabbers as he trudges himself from the restaurant, his hand clutching at his stomach as he groans in pain.

“Girl, I warned you to stop after you ate the half!”

After a third and some of the fries you were toast, and you by no means have a small appetite.

“Do I need to help you to the car? Have we gotten to that point?” you manage through a bout of laughter.

“Leave me alone!” he grunts, nearly doubled over at this point, shuffling toward the car with visible strain.

You sling his arm over your shoulder despite his protests, and let him lean a decent amount of his weight into you.

“I look like I’m drunk off of my ass,” he mumbles in your ear as you approach the passenger door. You open it for him and gesture your hand.

“Don't worry princess, I'll get you home safe.” you quip through a teasing smile, almost immediately followed by a shrill cackle.

He gives you a protesting shove as he plops down weakly into the seat.

You don't really want to take him home. Part of you wants to just drive for hours, listen to more of his musings, keep teasing and laughing and wearing out the energy lingering from your multiple cups of coffee coursing through your system. Maybe you could park in an empty lot and watch the sun come up. You just want to be with him, stay with him, just a little while longer.

But you know him. He’s busy. Always busy. Press tours, talk shows, auditions, meetings, he's never not booked for some sort of event. And of course he's never well rested, a borderline insomniac, and you'll be damned if you keep him from the sleep you know he desperately needs.. You shove down your selfish desire and set course back to town.

“I’m takin’ you home, you poor thing,” you turn the key in the ignition and pop the headlights on, a wash of yellowish-white beaming over the vintage vehicles and motorcycles parked in front of you. "You really should be in bed anyways."

“You know I don’t need sleep,” he teases, his body slumped over and his head looming fairly close to your body. With a quick peek, you find him glancing longingly at your right shoulder, as if he is using nothing but sheer willpower to stay upright and not rest his head on your bare skin.

“It's alright,” you whisper in a moment of understanding. You pat your shoulder twice, lightly, hoping he’ll register what you mean. “Rest.”

His head crooks up at you, clearly surprised, but with a soft and sweetened gaze. It’s almost as if his eyes are saying “thank you” and “are you sure?” in the same puppy dog expression. You nod slightly, a reassuring smile curling the corners of your lips.

He lets the top of his head settle in the crook of your neck as his cheek rests gently on your shoulder, his scruff tickling at the skin there. The tension in his body is evident, the muscles in his neck stiff and straining and his hands gripped together tightly in his lap. Quickly you fish your phone from your pocket and scroll through your music, finding your "cheaper than xanax" playlist before turning out of the parking lot.

The two of you stay silent, but not an uncomfortable and brooding silence. It feels meditative, almost like a single word would eradicate the solace you’re sharing amongst the hum and glow of the golden street lights. Minutes pass and you feel his breathing start to slow and deepen as he finally allows the full weight of his head to sink into you. You quietly begin to hum along to the soothing song that is playing, unable to remember the last time you felt so at peace.

Because that’s the thing about Pedro. He feels like peace.

If you void all of the external factors, his hectic schedule, the blur of professionalism, the enigmatic feelings and moments of anxious uncertainty… none of it truly matters when it boils down to the core of who you are. You just fit together, inexplicably, undeniably, effortlessly. You can talk for hours, god knows, but quiet settles in just as easily, the pressure to perform completely eradicated in each other's presence. In moments like these, being with him feels like being wrapped in a warm comforter, fresh out of the dryer. You can just… be. He sees you, you see him, and you can take comfort in knowing the other is there, and no one is expected to break the silence.

He falls asleep by the end of the first song and stays dormant on your shoulder the whole drive home. Your chest starts to ache as you turn onto his street. The last thing you want right now is to watch him leave without any idea when you’ll see him again.

You give his hand a little shake and whisper his name into his ear. He groans softly and nuzzles into your skin, the prickle of his mustache tickling the delicate skin of your shoulder. You shake a little harder this time, more of a gentle shove. He inhales deeply as his eyes flutter open.

“You're home,” you speak softly.

He sits himself upright slowly, his hair vertical on the side he was resting against you. You unconsciously reach to smooth the mess for him, a habit you fell into after doing it so often in between takes during filming. He leans into your hand, ever so slightly, his eyes droopy and blinking sluggishly.

“I missed that, you know,” he admits, his voice laced with sleep. “You, fixing my… mess.” He motions to his tousled curls.

You missed it too, the way he would always hum deeply when your fingers ran across his scalp. You missed the way he would always say “Better?” once you seemed satisfied with the adjustment. He loved to tease your perfectionism, and especially loved to try and tousle your hair back.

You miss every minute.

“Me too,” you reply demurely. “Now, you better go to bed once you get upstairs. I won’t have your sleep-deprived grumpiness getting blamed on me.”

“We’ll see. I haven’t fallen asleep that fast in months. Twice in a row would be a miracle," he chuckles. He unfastens his seatbelt and lets out a deep, bellowing yawn. “Now, come give me a hug.”

You oblige through your slight haze, stepping out as he meets you by the driver’s side and wraps himself around you, his arms finding their familiar spot and his hands resting perfectly on the small of your back. You allow yourself to hang gently from his shoulders as you lightly nuzzle your nose into his neck, tipsy on the intoxicating scent of him.

You stay like that, for a moment, until Pedro places a small kiss on your temple.

The warmth of it lights you up in your entirety. You manage to untether yourself from him as you stomach does a flip, and then another, and another. When you meet his gaze, he smiles gently as he unravels himself from you, your arms falling to your sides, completely limp.

“Thank you for indulging me. I promise next time I’ll only eat half,” he laughs quietly to himself as he lazily paces backwards across the pavement. “Goodnight, sweet plum.”

“Goodnight,” you simper, your bones growing more flimsy with the passing of each second.

Every time he calls you that, sweet plum, you feel as though you could melt into his arms and he'd hold you like a puddle in his hands.

He turns away and walks towards the entrance to his building, but not without looking back to glance at you one more time. You offer a pitiful wave as he grins from ear to ear, waving again with a quick wink. You stay as he slips through the door, down the hall, and then he’s gone.

Through a sudden bout of dizziness, you manage your way back to the driver’s seat. You turn the key in the ignition, fasten your seatbelt, and start to drive away, a singular thought looping through your mind on repeat.

He kissed you. He kissed you. He kissed you.

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chapter five

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I tried drawing traditionally again, btw the camera quality sucks ass💔 my bad homie 😢😢😢😢 anyways I’ve been drawing sparklecare characters in class so I had to draw them at home 😭😭

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Desparate to get away from a creep that been harassing you, you rush to pavia despite not knowing each other yet saying he is your boyfriend what will he do? Plsss?

P.AGE OO.4 — 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐌 & NOBILITY : 交 ✦ ⏱

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this is probably gonna be long, who knows. i'm writing before i even started LMAO <3

edit; i dont like the way i wrote this idk,, maybe i'm getting a little self conscious of my writing and jdskkdkdkd i'm so sorry.. ;;

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Running to safety hasn't always been your only option. Mostly because your friends encouraged you to carry weapons for your own safety, especially in these streets where you can competently get snatched, stabbed, mugged or any of the sort. In this era? Please. You think people could afford low quality security cameras, with a high price?

Weak hands trembled as you kept insisting that your time was not worth being spent on someone who was firm on the decision that you must simply travel with them to see the city's night scenery.

It's been at least 15 minutes at most with you trying to brush aside him or trying to speed walk out of the way, hoping he wouldn't go bother someone else but at least spare you the chance to get away.

Infuriating.

Fortunately, you were not the gullible sort. Whether you've encountered this for the first time, or you've experienced such shuddersome and nightmarish situations for god knows how long, it doesn't matter. None of this is fucking okay.

And you knew that.

Loathsome hands traced the outer space around your bare back, and much to your disgust, it was unbearable to not break their hand as of this second. You had to wait, just so you could still walk with said person and hopefully get the chance to outrun them when you see a nearby crowd flocking up to the nearest street.

' Come, I insist. '

' You've ain't got nothin' to worry 'bout. '

' Aren't you being stubborn? This is what I get for being a nice guy.. What's so bad 'bout someone tryna' treat you out? '

The same shit you'd hear time n' time again. It isn't always the easiest, especially when you'd think he'd carry a weapon on him just in case.

Think, be smart.

Ah, up just ahead, a crossroad catered towards the corner of your eye. Your head didn't turn around too quick, but you'd have seen the elderly couple steadily cross the walk just then. Following suit, a flock of crowds parked themselves up just ahead to watch the physical activities boarded up for their enjoyment.

Fuck.. Okay. Pace yourself.. Three, two, -

Before you knew it, you dashed immediately.

Wind blew and slashed against your face as you carried your burning legs as fast as you could. You didn't know what the hell this freak carried on him and you weren't planning on finding out either.

The crowd proved no use, as he could manoeuvre his way around, shouldering past people aggressively with the occasional loud grunt you can surely figure out that it etched from him.

Dammit, alright. It's fine. It's totally fucking fine, right? You couldn't tell where you were going. You crossed and turned at every corner, and just beyond your reach —..

Stood a man near the corner shop that sold the usual cigarettes and loaded beverages. Stuff that you'd only resort to having when your shift at work really sucked.

White to black hair, black sunglasses with a lavender shirt that had intricate patterns, but not interesting enough to pay too much attention to as of this time.

Please, for whatever God is out there. Offer you some strength. Fortunately, he was quick to stop you in your tracks by halting his hand in front of you, like how one would halt a nearby bus to indicate you're about to get on. However, he essentially demanded your entire body be impacted against his hand. Regardless, it made you panic in a hurry but your uneven breathing made it impossible to speak coherent sentences.

Pretty sure if you saw someone crying and running away like your life depended on it, wouldn't you stop by to help? Pavia was a mercenary, and a merciless one at that, but he wasn't entirely soulless.

' Now, where are you running off to in such a hurry? ' He had an accent. A lollipop stuck between his lips. What is it? Cherry? Strawberry?

Words. Just use words.

' Help, please.. Creep. Following. Behind me. ' Behind your uneven breaths, and horrid panting that caused a crack in the tone of your voice, he seemed to understand.

Or, somewhat get it. If it's anything staining this world, it's filth like this random person trying to inflict damage on innocent people like you who are just trying to get by their day. You look innocent to him. Exhausted, but innocent. Like a little lamb fleeing the slaughterhouse.

If it's one thing he hates, it's seeing the poor souls who resemble the innocence he once had. The chance that they could have to flee themselves from trauma, is the chance I believe Pavia would be willing to give. He must despise seeing the fear inside eyes that used to resemble his own when he was tucked away from the rest of society, forced to grumble under nothing but the deafening silence within the basement of his aunt's home after wailing out apologies and horrid voice cracks just to plead for his own freedom.

So. Seeing yours is no different.

Regardless, you do know the impact of you being outside.. especially during the evenings where it's dark and the sky turned into a murky ocean blue haze, gradients shifting darker by the hour and minute..

Gripping onto his shirt, your pleas to beg him to act as someone you might be familiar with, or perhaps even wear the stalker off with claiming that he is your temporary boyfriend, might strike something within Pavia..

Standing still, you rested yourself against his steady arm, holding you in place. Swiftly, he moved you against the wall, whispering a soft 'Then forgive me.' And yet, here were the thudding footsteps of your attacker. With a quiet look on your face, he stepped out of the shadow, amidst his hounds that surrounded his feet by seconds.

You couldn't believe it??

' Problem, amico? ' Resonated that voice of his, something to admire. Glistening under such beautiful moonlight, you could tell how the silver lining had outlined the steel plate of the metal cutting into the familiar shape of a pistol embedded within his pocket.. Huh- Shit— was he dangerous too? You only needed protection, not some bloodied out battle to settle for your freedom?? You're not looking to go to jail this early, anyways.

' I sincerely hope that you aren't getting aquatinted with my.. beloved? Huh? Lest I take that pretty little tie of yours to add into my collection. Divertente~ '

You didn't ask for his name, but your slender hands placed itself on his shoulder, still unable to catch your breath beneath these minutes that were unbearably silent to surpass.

Behind him, your body rested upon his, one hand eagerly coiled warmly against his waist like vines on a old pillar.

The stranger didn't wish to be aquatinted with you in any sort at first, but he was a playful hound of a man. With eyes that looked at you, then back at your stalker. Maybe talking with you a little more after this wouldn't hurt, right?

' You know, amico. ' He approached.

' There is something quite thrilling to have the echoes of thuds of dead bodies fall flat against the surface when you hear that deadly gunshot linger in the back of your head, huh.. You know, my boss tried the same thing. '

And yet, it feared him in some way. Your eyes replicated that of a lost puppy. Those puffy cheeks, reddened and exhausted from running ever so much, oh my.. Something sparked inside of him.

Compared to his gaze, that had his pupils dilated so small, it reflected insanity upon them. He whispered a quiet ; ' I suggest you surrender before it gets ugly? aha.. '

All it took—; was the slow movement of his slender, yet ringed hands to reach into his lower pocket-

And by the second.

They left. You heard grumbled apologies.. and shuffling. But that was mostly it.

The stranger dressed in purple didn't bother to turn to look back around at you to see if you're alright or not, but there was a smirk on his face. A smile on it that he could only turn his head to the side which he could witness your breathing slowly starting to become tolerable; that lollipop twirled itself around his fingers.

Maybe a factor of it played into it because he just saved you, but some part of you could tell a fraction of him enjoyed teasing you with his playful gaze. As if you knew what he were to already say.

The public here avoid trouble but when they see terrible news on the media, they flock together like birds to ready themselves into war. It's nearly impossible to fight against society's norms, but you suspect that's why nobody but him offered such help.

And you were lucky.

Seems like it won't be the only time you'd meet this stranger by the looks of it. He said nothing more than patting your shoulder softly, then moving back inside the building.

Pavia wouldn't be the best at trying to offer comfort but he knows better than anybody else on how events like these tend to fuck you over. The shit people put up with on a daily basis makes him want to spit on lowly people for even thinking they have the right to breathe the same air as you.

Pavia merely reached his hand towards your trembling figure. He seemed to contemplate whether it was a good choice to get to know you, but under these circumstances, that stalker could still be lingering about. What better to do than to have him offered to sit beside you until you feel safe to go on your own again.

After all, maybe it's the safest option..

And who knows? You'll become acquainted with this stranger soon enough with time.

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