₊˚⊹⋆ a/n ꒰ : ꒱ and the weird prompts continue! but i can finally publish a fic under my beloved soogyu (˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵) and there's more where it came from hehe
-> love is always beautiful when taken for granted
₊˚⊹⋆ summary ꒰ : ꒱ It wasn’t all bad, having these one-sided feelings, it didn’t feel as lonely as he thought; admiring someone from afar had its own beauty.
But was he always so perverted? It had now been almost two months since Soobin started this twisted routine. The site refreshed and showed him a page which had a thank you for your purchase line written on it, with a weird font and a smiley face at the end.
It was an impulsive decision, it was a dent in his pride and savings, but most importantly it was a body pillow of Beomgyu.
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OR: Soobin jerks off to Beomgyu’s body pillow but things get out of hand.
a big reminder that words matter. even the ones typed behind a screen.
we’re all still human beings with feelings. you never really know what someone is carrying, what they’re already fighting through, or how close they might be to their breaking point. something that feels small or harmless to you can land completely differently on the other side.
cyberbullying is real. hate campaigns are real. the damage they leave behind is real. anonymous doesn’t make it any less harmful. and it never does any good. please think before you speak. before you repost. before you pile on. if you have nothing kind to say, it’s okay to just say nothing at all.
i hope mina is finally at peace.
and i hope the rest of us can learn to be a little softer with each other. a little more patient. a little more human.
at-least try to be understanding or hear the full story/truth.
i don't understand how some people can find enough hate in themselves to the point they force another human to commit suicide
how can they see themselves as righteous and justify their actions with pitiful excuses when even the state doesn't have the authority to decide who can live and who can't because it's against human rights
it's immensely upsetting to see this happen when kpop fandoms are supposed to be welcoming communities for young girls like her to share their interests with other similar people
just makes me feel ashamed on behalf of everyone, we're all humans before we're fans and we're supposed to act like it.
always such a struggle when you get to the sex scene part of the fic you're writing and you're not horny at all. i don't know. their things were touching. without ANY underwear. the end.
synopsis | it takes a hookup with the girl you met on a dating app to discover she's not at all what you expected.
details | fem!nicholas x female!reader, switch!nico x soft dom!reader, mentions of dating apps, sexting, implied masturbation, implied sex toys, making out, dry humping, 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI, nipple play, marking, pussy eating, fingering, cursing, lowercase intended, no use of y/n
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from the author | we will resume our regularly scheduled uploading after this brief gay intermission
you'd seen her in the midst of a left-swiping trance on a dating app.
you were just looking for some fun, something casual, and instead found carbon-copies of the same three people you'd felt like you'd already met: a dog lover with a hiking addiction, an underground indie artist who could show you all the cool unsung bars, a former book nerd turned tattoo artist looking for some blank skin to practice on. you had been down each road once before, pet too many dogs and gulped down your fair share of bitter cocktails.
but nico was different.
as shallow as it sounded, her photos made your finger feel heavy. nothing flashy could have distracted you from her gaze piercing yours through the screen. she seemed authentic, with the only photos being of her insanely stylish outfits and one group picture where she stood off-center, tucked away on the side but not blending in at all with her friends. she beamed like a jewel in sunlight, like crystallized honey. and, to top it all off, you noticed she had similar interests— fashion, music, photography.
she was much too cool for you, and you acknowledged that as you swiped right. you even held your breath, like the outcome might kill you; you matched instantly.
and she messaged you even quicker.
nico (24): you're hot :/
you had laughed, then, because you couldn't exactly tell if she had been complimenting you. most of your matches messaged first with the dreaded "wyd," which you didn't even entertain anymore. you weren't interested in hooking up with anyone else who couldn't at least put forth a little effort. part of you had wanted to categorize nico's maybe-compliment as lazy, just like the others, but the other part of you had already typed out a response and sent it, unashamed by the mere minutes between her message and yours.
you: is that a problem?
it was safe. a little flirty, but a genuine question nonetheless.
nico (24): it's gonna be
that's how it went with her for the next few weeks. nico was stubborn, teasing. you had thought that she'd meant it would be a problem for you, whatever visual trait you possessed that she found so compelling. that maybe her late-night texts, accompanied by a barely-lit photo of her tits wrapped in lace or a 13-second voice memo, were somehow your fault. you were responsible for the faint mechanical buzzing, heavy breathing and sharp gasps, and along with it: "imagining your mouth instead x"
or maybe her attraction to you, however she chose to express it, would be your responsibility to keep under control. nico made it extremely clear all the ways she wanted you, every angle and position, scenario, and all the ways she would make it difficult for you. all the ways she would be difficult for you— a self-proclaimed brat with more spite than she knew what to do with. spank me, choke me, bite me, she had texted you preceding a photo of her straddling her pillow, her thighs even softer than the fluffed, cotton stuffed cushion.
it all excited you, too. nico excited you. you loved flirting with her almost as much as you loved texting her about the mundanity of her day-to-day. you had more in common than you had originally thought, and your mutual obsession was an added bonus. you didn't mind having a problem, as long as it was her.
but, as it turned out, the problem was not yours after all.
you were both awake too late one night, the moon stretching up over the trees and settling above you. nico had sent you two longer videos, but you had only watched one before she texted you a third time. she had been in the shower, foamy mountains of bubbles sliding in tantalizing lines down her chest. steam had fogged up the camera and made every pink edge of her body, her nipples and her lips and her shoulders, look like they had been dusted with a hazy, dreamlike powder. you felt your core grow hot, your thighs squeezing together at the sheer artistry of the scene.
nico: come see me
she had sent her address before you could even agree, like she knew you wouldn't deny her.
you: i'm in my pjs
nico: i'll take them off
luckily, your face had stopped burning by the time you got to her place, but every other part of you was on fire with want. it had been nearly two weeks of constant flirting, endless teasing, photos and audios and videos and promises that you hoped she would keep. nearly two weeks of nico dragging you on, to the point where you'd just about given up. she probably had several pretty girls lined up, just like you, to get her fix from. when you slept, when you were busy, were they awake, available? you weren't sleeping, now, but you were busy as soon as you stepped inside nico's apartment.
"these are cute," she cooed, almost reassuringly, splaying her delicate fingers over the pattern of your sleep shorts. she wasn't anything like you expected; her dark, sharp features sloped round and full in the dim light of her apartment, and she had a gentle nature, hanging up your bag and taking your hand in hers.
the couch cushions almost swallowed you as you sat down, almost as soft as nico's freshly lotioned skin as she followed you. she caged you in with her knees, straddling your lap with her arms draped on either side of your neck. nico's nimble fingers found your hair, twisting it idly while your heart did the same in your chest.
"why are you up so late," she asked, finally eye-level with you. her eyes were much darker up close, swirling black and brown like worn leather, and her lashes swept the tops of her cheeks, almost innocently.
you answered honestly, "i have a terrible sleep schedule."
"i noticed that about you," nico teased, laughing away any awkward tension, her smile warm. her skin was warm, too, legs pressed bare against yours. "ask me," she urged.
"why are you up so late, nico?"
something unspoken pulled tight between the two of you, like string so taut you could have plucked it and produced one sweet, twinkling note. nico smirked, a soft curve of her lips, and reached for your hands. she placed them, loosely, on her waist, but her eyes begged you to squeeze, to press your thumbs into her hips. she whispered, "i was thinkin' about you."
nico hadn't made things difficult like she swore she would; she had made them so, so easy.
it was so, so easy to pull her impossibly close, dragging her hips to press flat against yours. it was easy to cup her surprisingly supple cheek and connect your lips in a tentative kiss, and it was even easier to lose yourself in her. you didn't realize that nico was losing herself, too. you wondered where her bite went, how only five hours ago she was asking you all the ways you'd put her in her place if she got too carried away and, now, nico was a puddle in your lap, seeping through your fingers like she were melting right in front of your eyes. you would have believed it, too, with how the heat radiated from her with every whimper that spilled into your mouth.
the nico in front of you— or on top of you, rather— was not the same nico you'd aniticpated. instead of stubborn, she was sensitive; every touch made her gasp against you. even a delicate brush of the back of your fingers along her arm left goosebumps in their wake. around your neck, her arms were trembling like she were holding herself back, but she had nothing to give, surrendering completely into your hold as her lips moved, slowly, against yours.
you were confused, but not disappointed, especially since something about the contrast was so intoxicating. all of her edge had been eroded into smooth stone, the cracks revealing that gleaming crystal that drew you to her in the first place. you had prepared to put in more work, to do as you said you would and spank her, choke her, bite her, but nico was already so pliant under your fingers, chasing your mouth with hers as you tried to pull away, tangling her hands in your hair and clamping her knees around your hips, anything to keep her upright.
"hold on," you mumbled against her lips, taking the separation as an opportunity to catch your breath. nico loosened her fingers from your hair, raking them instead down your shoulders, down your arms, until they rested on top of your hands on her waist. you gave the flesh there a squeeze, "is everything alright? you just seem… different."
"different, like, bad?" she shifted uneasily in your lap, sucking her swollen, glossy bottom lip between her teeth.
"no, no," you slid your hands higher, settling them right beneath her ribs and letting your thumb rub circles over the thin fabric of her top, "not bad. just unexpected. you made it seem like you were… i don't know— fiesty? bratty?"
"i can be, if you want," nico blinked a few times, focusing her attention on the sliver of space between your bodies, "i usually am, but something about you… i just-"
"hey," your hand came up to fit against her cheek again, tilting her gaze back to yours in a way that felt almost too intimate for the circumstances. but you didn't care— it felt right. you gave her a warm smile and tucked a strand of her still-damp hair behind her ear, "you can just be you. let me make you feel good, yeah?"
nico nodded and, just as you were about to reconnect your lips, she paused, smirking less than an inch from your face. there she was. she put her hands back on yours and moved them under the hem of her top, placing them back on her ribs just close enough for your fingers to skim the underside of her breasts. she shivered at the contact, the lightest brush against her sensitive skin. you let your fingers roam higher, searching the tender flesh until you grazed your thumbs over her nipples.
when you pressed your lips back to hers, the kiss was hungry, like she wanted to swallow you whole. the press of her body against yours was addictive, every contact point carving deeper so that she might slot there forever; her palms against your neck, her hips rolling over yours, your fingertips pinching, softly, at the delicate buds on her chest until the sensation forced her mouth open in a desperate moan. greedily, you drank it in, using the opportunity to slide your tongue against hers, wanting to taste every possible inch of her. every sweet inch.
you mouthed kisses along her jaw, balancing the desire to savor the feeling of her ever-quickening pulse and the urge to trace every curve of her with your tongue in some kind of hasty, ravenous fever. nico left sugary notes on your lips, sharp like strawberry and coiling around every sense with faint jasmine, especially in the cavern of her tits where your tongue sucked pretty pink splotches, shoving her shirt up and out of the way. between the combined friction of your teeth, softly dragging over her skin, the laving of your tongue over blooming pink and purple, and the gentle pull of her nipples between your fingers, nico was already wrecked. she squirmed in your hold, using her arms on your shoulders to keep herself upright as she ground her hips down onto yours.
"need something, pretty?" you teased, sliding your hands back down to still her hips.
nico whimpered, "no." she tried to grind against you again, but to no avail.
"are you sure?" you asked, dipping your hands beneath the waist of her shorts, worn just long enough between her shower and now to be completely ruined, soaked through at the core. nico's eyes fluttered closed, her forehead resting against your shoulder as your cold fingers wandered to the flushed skin of her ass, squeezing lightly, "not my fingers, or one of those fancy little toys," you dipped your head to whisper in her ear, blazing bright red, "or my mouth."
"fuck," nico sighed, arching into your grip on her. when she lifted her head from your shoulder, her eyes were half-lidded, narrow in the same way she posed for all of her photos, only this was natural; she was lost in everything you were giving her and desperate to stray further. nico mewled as you dug your fingers into the flesh of her ass, and, then, she smirked, leaning in until her lips were ghosting, faintly, over yours. she whispered, "surprise me?"
it seemed all nico had done since you came over was surprise you; surprising her was the least you could do. if you had it your way, you'd have given her an orgasm with all three, starting with your fingers and then making her ride your tongue while wearing that sparkly plug she'd sent you photos of last week. instead, you hovered over her on the couch, having pulled her shirt completely off and tucked it under her hips, just as a precaution. your fingers hooked under the waistband of her shorts and slipped them down her legs, goosebumps trailing the soaked fabric.
"so wet for me, baby," you hum, prying her thighs apart, gently, and settling between them, "i've barely touched you and you're dripping onto your shirt." just an observation, punctuated by two of your fingers collecting her slick and smearing it up the length of her slit, puffy from grinding desperately against the seam of her shorts as you kissed her. nico gasped, whining at how quick the contact ended, your fingers prodding her and retreating just as quick. her hips bucked, chasing anything. "so eager, too," you aimed a stream of cool air straight for her dripping folds, keeping your hands splayed on her thighs as they tried to clamp closed, "you weren't this shy on the phone, angel. do you want me to stop?"
"no," nico replied, quickly, breathlessly, "no, i want you to start— stop teasing and fuck me already."
you'd never been so obedient, never been so happy to do as you were told. you couldn't fight the smile that took over your lips, even as you plunged your tongue into her, dragging a slow, hot stripe up the length of her pussy. she was sweet everywhere, just as you suspected. and messy, her core soaking your face after only a few licks, ending with quick flicks to her sensitive, throbbing clit. nico mewled, hands finding your hair again, urging you closer as though it had worked at any other point that night. instead, you reveled in the pressure, in the sting of her nails in your scalp.
one thing about nico that you knew from the start would kill you was how vocal she was, how unrestrained, unsuppressed, and unashamed she was. if it felt good, she was going to let you know. and she let you know. as you gave in, letting her guide your face where she craved you the most, you suckled her clit into your mouth, tongue swirling and flicking and coaxing every sound possible from her.
"fuck," she groaned, rolling her hips despite your hold on them, "can't believe i waited— fuck— so long to invite you over."
you hummed against her, as if to say that makes two of us. you gave her everything you had, flattening your tongue and l loosening your grip on her to let her take control of the direction while you controlled the pressure. it was harmonious in an unexpected way, the two of you entwined, authentic. the two of you, now unashamed, your own thighs squeezing together as you plunged your tongue deep into her, slurping and lapping at her arousal as her core fluttered around you, beckoning you deeper.
"i was thinking about you, too," you confessed as you turned your attention back to her swollen clit, finger prodding her entrance to replace your tongue, "that's why i'm up so late." and you watched her face contort as you dragged your digit through the sensitive lining of her walls, curling it just right until she squeezed her eyes closed, bliss overtaking her features. you licked at her clit, twisting your finger, "thinking about this, about tasting you, about hearing you."
"shit— i'm fucking close," nico gasped, holding your head close to her greedy, needy cunt. and when you added another finger, curling both digits and coaxing her closer to her release, she groaned, a broken cry from her raw throat, "i'm so fucking close, baby. please don't stop. please, please, please."
"give it to me, sweetheart," you urged, drinking in the squelching, lewd sounds from your fingers driving into her pussy mixed with the way she was chanting your name, mindlessly and breathlessly and full of need. and when nico came, she was as beautiful as could be, tinged pink everywhere, dusted in that same hazy, rosy hue that brought you here in the first place. she arched her back off the couch, angling your fingers deeper than before as you helped her ride through her high with slow, gentle thrusts. her thighs spasmed around your head, your tongue still latched onto her throbbing clit in your own greedy quest to prolong her pleasure for as long as possible. "that's it, pretty girl. you're perfect like this, you know? giving me everything, making such a mess on my fingers."
when she had finally came down, chest heaving and eyes heavy, you slipped your fingers out of her and splayed them over your tongue, tasting every drop of her you could manage. you could feel the cool air on the lower half of your face, coated in her essence and undoubtedly your own drool, and nico watched you suck your fingers with something clouding her eyes, something like neglect. she sat up just enough to cradle your face in her hands, pulling you up to hover over her again, your own soaked shorts grazing her sensitive cunt and sending shivers over nico's body.
she angled your face, dragging her own hot, pink tongue over the skin on your chin, tasting the remnants of her arousal and orgasm. nico moaned at the contact, licking a path all the way to your mouth, where she sucked your tongue until you both tasted equally like her and nothing like you did before.
"you're so hot," you said, breathless, surprised by how smoothly she was able to take control over you, to have you trembling under her wandering hands.
nico smirked, and you felt it before you saw it, before she pulled back from her migrating kisses to meet your heavy gaze. a mischievous glint flickered in her eyes as she asked,
Its pissing me off so bad how &team is underrated like I started stanning them like six months ago and I feel like I've consumed every single piece of media concerning them (apart from their 100 variety show side quests). Theyre all so talented and all stand out in their own way which is hard for such a big group and all their songs are so fun and their choreos are fire (except for that ONE song which I forgot Its name but wtv) and they have such great chemistry and are so funny tg they feel like a big family and like idk I love them
Its pissing me off so bad how &team is underrated like I started stanning them like six months ago and I feel like I've consumed every single piece of media concerning them (apart from their 100 variety show side quests). Theyre all so talented and all stand out in their own way which is hard for such a big group and all their songs are so fun and their choreos are fire (except for that ONE song which I forgot Its name but wtv) and they have such great chemistry and are so funny tg they feel like a big family and like idk I love them
running a writing blog when youre Not writing is sort of like. hahah yaalllll. remember all those posts about writers block. guess who got it bad right now
