#windy-scribbles

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@windy-scribbles, I may have started drawing some domestic Val\Cass earlier today... it's messy and not yet done, but I think it's cute

[sarahdrewthat]

Charlotte and Ryan’s first date

@windy-scribbles loooooook

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Sweet Vintage

Summary: Telenova is here hehe

Rating: T

Word Count: GOODBYE

A/N- @illneverrecover @omgawkward @windy-scribbles Dinner with Jumin Han, mmm

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Dinner soon passed and you were in awe at what kinds of steak this man ate and still seemed to fit perfectly into his dry-cleaned suit. The same waiter that attended you that night whisked away your plates, leaving you both with only glasses of champagne. Thank God the wine was quickly rid of during the course of the meal. A wine that strong needed to be swallowed down with some meat.

Lifting his cloth napkin to the corner of his lips, Jumin patted down any remaining stains from the meal before. You smiled as you raised your sparkling champagne to your lips, examining his actions. For some strange reason, you found his hands to be absolutely captivating.

HIs fingers were manly in a very slim form that created swift, almost flowing, motions when he used his hands to talk. The alcohol had done you some, you think to yourself. Why were you suddenly thinking about his fingers of all things? You usually concentrated on other parts of the body language if the person so happened to interest you.

Jumin set his napkin down neatly. “I thank you, MC, for agreeing to attend dinner with me before settling to business matters straightaway.”

Your eyes watched carefully as his fingers disappeared under the table to touch his belt. After a few swift motions and a click, Jumin carefully loosened his belt to allow his slightly bloated stomach to breathe. Your gaze grew soft as his abdomen leaned to the side, resting his elbow on the armrest and those lovely fingers of his held up his chin.

That chin...how solid.

“...it was nothing,” you hesitated before drawing the rim of the cordial glass back to your lips to hide your heavy breath. “Jumin.”

Jumin blinked a smile at the mention of his moniker being tried on your tongue. Through your eyes, he saw you were tired and possibly intoxicated, but they held an emotion he never thought he would see in a woman like you: absolute ardor.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued. Jumin would have to pay his respects to the wine later on, should anything exciting enough happen. He was a virgin, no doubt, but losing it to you--

Oh, what was he thinking?

Fantasizing? When you were right here? Had he gone mad? Too much wine perhaps, but Jumin wasn’t complaining.

You held each other’s gaze for a moment before placing your glass down. “Right. As pleasant as this dinner was, I was not sent for fancy meat tasting.”

Jumin chuckled. No matter how polite you were, you somehow managed to sneak in a truthful fact that would have injured his ego had he been soft. Luckily, he was not. That was Yoosung’s job.

“Of course.”

With this small permission, you turned to your satchel you had abandoned to the side earlier. Pushing a few clicks on the belt of the flap, your delicate fingers raised the mouth of the bad open to reach in for an inky folder. Jumin’s charcoal eyes followed carefully as you gently slid aside the cordial glass along with its near-empty bottle to make space for your folder.

This folder, too, had a small belt and with a flip of a nail, the folder sprung open and allowed you to catch it before the files inside flew everywhere. After scrolling through seemingly endless papers, your face lit up at finding your prized file and pulled it out swiftly before closing the folder.

A deep breath as you examined the words. “I suppose you are familiar with the stock drop recently?”

“Yes.” Jumin’s baritone voice rang out suddenly. You had missed its warm comforting tone. “ Over a thousand businesses have lost their workers and revenue dropped at an alarming rate.”

You looked up. “You speak of small businesses. Rallies and protests have been sound over the past week. Streets were blocked, windows smashed,” you took another sigh as if reading off of your mind. “And many were arrested.”

“This is not my problem.”

You narrowed your eyes. The Jumin you met at the beginning of the dinner had evolved into another man. Perhaps the wine spoke for him.

“I am not stating that this is yours to control, Mr. Han. However, you do realize the huge corporations affect the market and whether you see it or not, your business will not escape the evident crash the economy will experience.”

Jumin smiled and leaned back into his plush leather seat. You were feisty, a trait he did not seem to see over food and wine. You were another person over monetary matters. Interesting…

“I help the economy with my businesses.” He stated, cockiness resonating with his words.

You raised an eyebrow. “By initiating cat businesses and propositions for feline comfort?”

Closing his eyes, Jumin’s smile disappeared slowly as he smoothed out his collar. “What I bring into my corporation is not based on whims. It’s discovering ways to give people new jobs and exciting experiences to a work environment.”

“I am not sure why my boss allowed himself to agree to collaborate with C&R in the first place.” You proceeded to shuffle through the pages to hand the businessman for himself to see. “Our compromise to work with your corporation will possibly lead us to an even greater downfall than before.”

You slipped a few pages of numbers and marks of your business corporation from the past four years across the table. Jumin brought the papers closer to him with two slim fingers, to which you allowed your gaze to lift for only this sight.

Jumin hummed when he saw the marks, flipping through the pages as his eyes scanned each one meticulously. “Do you think perhaps he sent you was because you knew how to get your way around people?”

You shot your head up to stare at him. He did not meet your gaze, but after a few moments of feeling a pair of eyes on him, Jumin glanced up with a small playing on his lips. Your heartbeat increased at the was his head was positioned to look at you; his eyes shadowed by ebony locks, eyebrows showing no emotion, his lips twitching playfully.

“What makes you assume that?” you cursed internally when you heard your voie cracked at the end of your question. Jumin lowered his eyes to the paper once more.

“I’m a people person.” He said softly. “I know how to read emotions, motives, and desires of every partner I meet. It’s simply the way I was raised to observe others.”

“Rumor has it you have a sole companion at home, this being a cat.”

He chuckled. “This is true. For courtesy's sake, I will not ask you where you received that information.”

You smiled a little, gently tugging at your bottom lip in thought, not caring if the lipstick stained your teeth. “I have associates here and there. Don’t you worry, Mr. Han, I have my secrets as well.”

His eyes met your own in a simultaneous stare. “I have no secrets to keep.”

You raised an eyebrow, putting on a saucy expression. With one hand leaving the clutch of papers in your left hand, you reached for the cordial glass filled with the expensive white wine you ordered at the brink of the flight. “Oho? An unusual answer for an enigmatic man such as yourself.”

A tug at the corner of his lips. “You think me enigmatic?”

“Who wouldn’t?” You raised the rim to your lips, ignoring the stinging that enveloped your taste buds. You probably shouldn’t drink more alcohol than necessary, but you needed an escape. This man was making you jittery than you normally were. No man has ever had this effect on you before.

A small laugh escaped his throat, startling your brain. His laugh was as rich, if not richer, than his monetary value itself. Deep, pausing, and genuine. He must have found you humourous.

Shaking his head as his laughter died down, Jumin sighed and turned back to the paper in his hand. “Well, I have a few friends--or maybe I should say a certain acquaintance of mine-- who may think otherwise.”

You placed your glass down. “Would this acquaintance happen to be the popular actor Hyun Ryu?”

He visibly froze. Here come the questions, you sighed internally. Jumin’s silver irises pierced into your own as he stared at you with a slightly shocked expression. You carefully set your papers down and rubbed your knuckles, preparing for the bombardment of questions.

“How did you know?”

You lowered your gaze to watch your own, uninteresting fingers rub your knuckles for comfort and warmth. “I think you mean to ask who told me rather than how I know.”

“Both will suffice.” His cold tone scared you, but you were glad your bangs hid your knitting brows.

You dimpled slightly. Such an ignorant man. “Had you simply read what lay before you, Mr. Han, you would have received the answer to your questions.”

Jumin glared at you slightly, or at least you thought his strong gaze was an angry one. Too much wine, you chanted. Too much wine. Cautiously, Jumin turned back to his papers, but not before giving you a suspicious look. You watched as his eyes scanned the page quickly as if looking for a remedy. Nearly two minutes later, his eyes widened and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

He found it.

Kyssena’s has been in collaboration with several companies and has even gone so far as to meeting with grass-root organizations and fundraisers, such as MADD, KID, APA, ASAP, FML, and….

RFA.

Rika’s

Fundraising

Association.

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Sweet Vintage

Summary:  Jumin Han excels at wine tasting and wonders if any other can tempt him the way that wine does. He is soon given an answer.

Rating: T

Genre: Romance

Word Count: 1,406

A/N- @illneverrecover @omgawkward @windy-scribbles For You, my furry friends~

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Jumin continued sipping his wine as he waited for you. He allowed his tongue to revel in its tang, sloshing it around in his mouth walls before swallowing. Licking his lips for another quick aftertaste, the man began to mentally analyze its taste and scent, jokingly testing himself to see if he knew what wine he was sipping without glancing at the bottle.

It was thick, to say the least. Bubbly at the swallow and rich in its gnashed fruit combination. He could taste blueberry, cherry, and a pinch of mint. Clearly not the best wine he’s tasted so far, but Jumin had been offered by the flight attendant. SHe claimed the alcohol to be special and old; over ten years.

Old wine was better than the new ones, this was a fact Jumin had learned and agreed on during his stay at the wine industry when he went abroad. He had been introduced to various categories of wine, and though he admitted he did not like drinking wine, Jumin was slightly fascinated at what could become of fermented grapes and a pinch of alcohol.

He closed his eyes, trying to rack his ingenious brain of what specific brand this old bottle contained of. Something in French, perhaps? One of the Romantic languages anyway…

He opened them suddenly, a ghost of a smile coating his lips: Château Pétrus 2006.

Jumin gazed at the rich crimson liquid, letting it swirl around his crystal cordial glass. He wondered, were humans as enjoyable as alcoholic beverages? He could not  wait to test that theory.

Someone sat in front of him suddenly, a brisk aura about them, as if they had just returned from the cold weather outside of the warm plane. Jumin turned his soft gaze from his glass to the woman sitting across from him. Although he didn’t it show (after all, he never loses his cool sangfroid), Jumin felt his heart race.

He had met with beautiful corporate heiresses before, but none like the one in front of him. Her chestnut bangs evened out her hidden forehead, allowing her piercing eyes to show. Cheeks slapped with an airy blush, her rounded face soon curved into sharp jawlines that illuminated her poreless skin. Her silky strands were pinned up into a loose, yet professional bun, exposing her neck.

He let his silver eyes roam gently, and quickly, over what was below her chin. A small diamond necklace embroidering her collarbone, which was bony and prominent. Her suit was simple; a black ruffle dress shirt tightened with an obsidian belt and...well, that’s where the damn table let him decide for himself what sort of bottoms she was wearing. Dress pants, he presumed.

You smiled at him. “Good evening. I presume you are the infamous Jumin Han I have been scheduled to meet with.”

He redirected his eyes to meet your bright ones. “No doubt you presumed correctly. After all, if I remember right, I am ‘infamous’?” He lifted his glass to look over the rim at your face.

You allowed your lids to fall slightly into a comfortable expression, placing a satchel he had not noticed before to the side and leaned over the leather armrest of your seat. “Forgive me if it came out that way. You are well-known among those in the business world.”

A waiter passed by your table and settled an open menu in front of your seating. You glanced up with a polite ‘thank you’ before scanning your evening’s options. Jumin swallowed the rich wine, but was disinterested in the taste. Something, or rather someone, more captivating had caught his eye.

He settled his cordial glass down to the side, watching you with blazing charcoal irises. You had skimmed over the menu for no more than three seconds before shutting it lightly and placing it down neatly. You crossed your hands over the table, leaning in.

“Made your choice so quickly?”

“I am an impatient woman, Mr. Han,” You replied smoothly. “A few selections of the same meat roasted differently in an aircraft is nothing special to me. All I need is a bite of something sufficient enough to satisfy my hunger pains.”

He raised a clean eyebrow. “You starved yourself before a flight?”

“Mm, starving isn’t a word I would use to describe my condition.” You mused to yourself, looking down to recollect your thoughts. “I suppose you would call me ‘irresponsibly rash’.”

Jamin let out a small snort. You were too punctual for your own good, but there was the indication behind your humor showing that you were from what he referred to as a ‘commoner background’. The waiter returned and collected their menus. You looked up and smiled briefly before stating your orders for the night.

“I’ll have a Veuve Clicquot La Grande Dame ‘98, please.” You glanced over at Jumin, enjoying his subtly wide eyes before continuing. “And a Montealegre Special.”

The waiter nodded with a slight bow of his head, before walking off, your order fresh in his mind. You turned back to your host for the night, pulling your sleeves together as you crossed them in wait once more. “Now, where were we? Ah, right. We were discussing my diet, weren’t we?”

Jumin seemed to snap out of his surprised trance, focusing his gaze on you. “You didn’t tell me you drink such expensive wine. Especially white wine.” He stated this rather bluntly.

You laughed, leaning back into the leather and relaxed your shoulders. “Mr. Han, we just met. How would you know anything about me unless I told you so?”

“I always love a good surprise,” Jumin lifted his glass for a physical feel. He was shaken and thankful to God that he met a woman like you. “And please, call me Jumin.”

You raised an elegant eyebrow. “Why? I thought this was a strictly professional business meeting between two corporate heirs?”

He smiled; you were too innocent for his own good. It pleased him. “Never mind that. Two human beings have no restrictions to friendly exchanges. I, for one, do not mind if you call me by my first name.”

You shifted in your seat when your wine was brought to you in a bottle and a fine cordial glass, one similar to Jumin’s. The waiter expertly poured the sparkling liquid into your glass, a light tinkling heard along with the honey-colored fluid being spilt. The waiter set down the bottle next to you and bowed his head before taking his leave.

Raising the wine to your lips, you closed your eyes as you took a light sip. Your eyelids tightened as the bitter tang of the honey-berry mix stung your throat. You swallowed unsteadily; of course, you reminded yourself, it’s been a while. Jumin’s eyes smiled when he saw your discomfort.

“Not to your liking?”

You licked your lips for an aftertaste; a mistake you would learn to regret later on throughout the night. Your right eye twitched as your let your buds get used to the taste of alcohol once more. It had been only two years since your last alcoholic meeting with wine, but still…

“No,” Your voice cleared slowly. “It’s just...been a while since I last drank.”

Jumin leaned forward slightly, dropping his tone. “Well, don’t push yourself. Drinking alcohol simply to impress is not a good way to start off a professional impression.”

You ducked your chin into your neck to show offense. Settling your glass down, you stared into the eyes of the businessman, as if scolding a child who cursed. “I beg your pardon?”

Sitting back amused, Jumin smiled in a challenging manner. “Did I offend you, madam?”

“I have a name.”

“One you have not yet introduced.”

You froze, then furrowed your brows at him. Did you ever tell him your name? You stared at him. He rose his eyebrows in wait, still smiling. Damn, that smile. It turned your insides into a racing heap of organs. This man was powerful; not only with monetary issues, but he seemed like a people person as well.

“My apologies.” You straightened your back and took your wineglass into your fingers once again. “I go by MC.”

“MC?”

“Just MC.”

He thought about this for no more than five seconds before sinking into a relaxed position. He, too, lifted his wineglass to meet yours in a delicate clink, before bringing the rim to his lips. “MC it is, then.”

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yay happy early bday present to me

[sarahdrewthat]

Differences: Part Two

Summary: Kai becomes Adjana when he says so. But he becomes her Casanova when she demands it~

Rating: T (16+)

Word Count: -_-)/ BOI

A/N- @windy-scribbles here ya go~ enjoy our children having a makeout session

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“You...you’re back?” she asked incredulously. She still made no move towards her boyfriend. “I thought you were gone til--”

“November 2nd.” He finished with an apologetic smile. Rubbing the back of his neck, Aaron put his phone into his jacket pocket. “Yeah, things were hectic back then. But now I’m here.” He peered curiously at her face, searching for an answer.

“Are you surprised?” He asked cautiously. He still wasn’t too familiar with female emotions; Adjana was still an enigmatic woman. Nothing about her changed since those two weeks, which made him even more nervous when she didn’t answer but simply stared into his bright eyes. Her stare pierced into the very depths of his soul. He liked that about her; made her seem very regal.

“Yes...yes, I am.” Her voice was soft. Oh, man, it had dropped to a low pitch and if Aaron perked his ears hard enough, he could a small rumble at the base of her throat. He knew what was coming.

“I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to make you wait, Adjana.” He was really nervous now. Adjana began walking towards him with long but very slow steps. Her legs often did that to him. Aaron swallowed hard.

“I know. It’s okay, love.” She reached his chest. They were about the same height, with Aaron scaling over her with a few mere inches. His giant orbs stared into her deep sour green ones. They stared for a while. Adjana loved the way his eyes roamed over the sensitive skin around her lids and the soft, ever-so slight spray of freckles on the bridge of her nose.

He wish he knew how to kiss her. Damn, he wish he knew how to kiss in general. But no, he had to be the one virgin Kai chose out of all the people she had in her life. He knew she dated Viktor Nikiforov, the legendary gold medalist from Russia, and to be quite frank, he was jealous of their escapades.

To think, someone laid their hands on the infamous “Dancing Flame” (another title for Adjana’s smooth and silky moves on the ice). This was something to covet for late at night.

Adjana inhaled his scent; a deep musky cologne, one she gifted to him months ago for his birthday. She had also proposed that they start dating then. One of the best days of his life. Aaron felt his life physically and mentally become better every day he spent with Adjana. Yes, often times he had to fly out to various locations for fashion shows, but business was business.

And Adjana knew full well why. He was hellishly successful and she was proud. But women were women and she became rather...greedy when he went away for long periods of time.

Snaking her gentle hands on Aaron’s suit, Adjana stroked her slim fingers around the soft bulging pecks of his dress shirt. His breath hitched slightly. He knew what was happening to his lower regions; all his blood was pooling down there, his face heating at the thought of what scandalous events may happen in the locker room.

Aaron hoped with all his innocent soul that Adjana didn’t notice him squeeze his thighs tighter. He had attempted to conceal the rebellious part of his body decided to so vigorously show to his girlfriend. Yes, he was ashamed, but this is Adjana, he told himself. She didn’t mind, did she?

A soft smile played on Adjana’s lips. Her hands continued to roam the surface of his chest as she pressed herself closer to his hips. Her eyelids opened a bit when she felt what she fantasized about and they lowered once she realized what was poking her hips.

Aaron bit his bottom lip in anxiousness. She knew. She fucking knew. Ah, the vixen. Normally, he would never call Adjana something so low, for she was his queen in his eyes, but whatever she was doing to him now...it was killing him.

He felt a twang in his chest when her devious hands crawled up his shoulders and her cold palms cupped his nape. He shivered. How was it that a woman who made him feel so hot could also make him feel so chilling simultaneously? He would probably find out soon.

Once again, she gazed into his eyes and Aaron forced himself to look back. He saw a deep longing swimming within them and suddenly, it was as if he saw his own longing reflection in those sour green orbs. Her pupils, just like his, were slightly wider with desire.

Aaron’s green eyes were different from her own; they were the latter color around the iris, softly transforming into another shade of lime, ombreing its way to a tender blue at the crack of his pupil. It was moments like these that Adjana would pay great heed to his eyes. They seemed to comfort her without any words and relax her better than any treatment used on her before.

“Aaron,” she whispered as her heart hammered in her throat. She pulled herself closer to his lips, her destination true to her desire.

Shakily, he put his hands on her wide hips as he made no move to stop her. “A-adjana...unghh…”

Their connection had his shoulders tense, even though the man saw it coming ever since she burst into the room. His entire body went rigid, startling Adjana out of her movements. She eyed him, his expressions, looking for an emotion of consent.

He swallowed. Shit. She stopped because he couldn’t handle a silly little kiss. He could handle better than this. He chanted to himself to kiss her back when he gave his nod, but he knew absolutely nothing.

Maybe he should’ve joined his highschool friend on that offer to binge watch porn. He may have learned something from there.

Adjana massaged his soft lips while clutching his auburn hair between her fingers. His fingers shook as he grasped her sweater tightly, hoping for some stability as the world grew dizzy from her kisses. Peppering his lips multiple times so he wouldn’t lose too much breath, Adjana directed Aaron’s weak hands to her waist, squeezing his knuckles to indicate a grasp there.

“Aaron,” she murmured against his shaking lips. Her lids dropped heavily as if filled with slumber. Tightening her wrap around his neck once more, she waited for him to kiss her, thus making their session more special. He needed to learn.

Cautiously puckering his lips, Aaron softly mewled into her mouth, letting off an embarrassing whimper. Adjana smiled into the connection and gripped his hair tighter. He was learning much more than kissing when they got home.

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Hahos//

[whimsical-whatever]

When ur friends a fucking furry but you still love them anyway

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Genderbent! MC for @windy-scribbles for compensation for trouble with his parents. Hope everything gets better love! Also part of my icons for my MysMes Genderbent Exclusive**

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Differences

Summary: Thomas and Caeden get along too well, but Kai isn’t given the attention a lover should accord until her memories drive her into a frenzy with her new man...

Rating: T (15+)

Word Count: Eh just read

A/N-  Based on @windy-scribbles​ and @maxifuckoff​ OCs, Thomas and Caedan, we have collaborated our characters into one universe: the YOI fandom. Read Kai-Li’s persona to understand her past and motives. Don’t forget to check out Windy’s character, Caeden’s sheet, too!

Part Two is out now!

Enjoy!

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The girls took selfies every two millimeters, barely making their way up the steps to the arena. Caedan held her selfie stick up high with the beautiful sunrise of Hasetsu, snowy mountain ranges giving the sun rays way to illuminating an orange-red sky as Kai followed up behind her, smiling away. Both women flashed brilliant smiles, silly faces, and unnecessary poses, the camera clicking along to their movements.

Thomas turned around to see if they followed up. Nope, he sighed. They were still down two flights, just as he expected. He had repeated for them to hurry their asses up over five minutes ago. Into one ear and out the other.

“Ladies,” the teal-haired man called, exasperated. “You both better get up here or I won’t share my Lays with any of your during practice.”

Caddy paused mid-smile and nearly bolted up the stairs when her friend tugged her backwards. Kai frowned knowingly at Caddy, whose mouth was drooling. Already? As usual.

“Don’t be a prick, Tom.” Kai smiled up at him. She began to pull the drooling Caddy up the steps, a little faster than before. “We know you’ll take those chips to the grave if you had to preserve them so.”

Feeling a small smirk curl on his lips, Thomas stuffed his hands into his sweatshirt pockets, rubbing them against the patterned cotton to create friction for his numb hands. “You know it.”

Whining childishly, Caddy threw her head back in a groan, loosening her scarf a bit in the movement. “Toooooooooooom.”

“Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddy.” He repeated back in the same tone.

“Share.” She pouted, her hazel eyes glistening in the morning light. Thomas swallowed.

“We’ll see.”

Kai leaned in to whisper, “He’s lying.” as she jogged up the steps to get her body warmth running faster than it should. Hasetsu could get pretty cold in the winter time. It wasn’t Kai’s first time there, but she remembered visiting the hot springs with her late parents as a child.

Eyelids dimming at the nostalgic memories, Kai was suddenly nudged by an elbow, nearly throwing off her balance. She recovered in time to see Caddy ahead of her by four or five steps, throwing her head back to wink playfully at her.

Rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless, Kai ran up after Caddy, planning a quick revenge on her friend’s little trick. Thomas had a satisfied look on his face as he nodded and walked up his own flight of stairs slowly.

Little did he know, his nimble girlfriend was quickly catching up, a sneaky grin growing on her face. Unfortunately for Thomas, the man was deep in thought as he lifted leg after leg up each tread. Still walks like an old man, Kai giggled internally.

SMACK!

Arching his back and yelping with a voice a few octaves higher than his normal masculine voice, Thomas had little than five seconds to react to Caddy wildly cackling at her naughty deed and scrambling up the steps to run away from any potential cat-and-mouse chase that could occur.

He stood there for a few moments in pure shock and Kai couldn’t understand why he didn’t do something else besides for freezing up. Okay, she smacked your butt; get over it, dude. It’s not you’re new to anything sexual. Jesus, the other day Kai caught him and her friend rubbing each other out in a closet.

I mean, what is shame to this couple?

Kai caught up to the steps Thomas stood on and stopped to catch her breath. “Hey,” she braced her palms on her knees, gasping for air as she spoke. “You okay, buddy?”

Jolting out of his statue-like state, Thomas turned embarrassingly to Kai, then swiftly turned away from her gaze. Was that...a blush? “It’s nothing.”

Glancing down, he cleared his throat and started up the steps once more, walking with his thighs closer than before. If Kai peered closer, she could see that...oh my. She was right; he was a masochist. Here was Caddy, who tried to brush off that Thomas was nothing but a sadist to Kai last night.

She scoffed. Yeah, some sadist. One butt slap and this guy was already popping boners.

Making her way up the last flight of stairs once more, Kai began to have thoughts. As horny as her friends were, she loved their relationship and how they interacted often with one another. They skated together, ate out (no sexual pun shut up), and wine-and-dined almost on a regular basis. Thomas may be a food hogger, but when it came to spending some moolah on his beloved, limits meant nothing.

Kai rubbed her arm as she tried to recall why this relationship seemed so familiar. Her heart beat faster when the memories and events came flooding in harder than it usually hit her.

Viktor Nikiforov.

They spent no more than two years together, hooking up at the mere age of sixteen with the figure skater. They practiced couple dances for the ISU (International Skating Union) when she first joined. She believed she fell in love with the man as soon as he gave her attention. It was a nice feeling; one she wouldn’t trade for the world.

Post winning medal after medal, both finally dropped out of the Olympics for the second gold in a row and agreed to expand on their current relationship status. They had great chemistry, it was true, but their body heat while skating did more than just provide heat to the couple during competitions, or practice even.

They grew closer with every interaction and Kai didn’t mind the physical affection or sweet words Viktor bestowed on her constantly, as she was used to such adoration by her childhood environment. She returned the affections and one night, they crossed the line.

Suddenly, Kai felt as if they weren’t together for the right reasons. It gnawed at her when he kissed her neck; burned her heart whenever he proclaimed her a goddess; and jolt her into a choked sob as he rocked his hips into hers.

“YO!”

Kai’s thoughts were sliced through like butter when she realized she had no more steps to climb and nearly tripped over air. Catching her balance for the second time that morning, Kai glanced up at the familiar voice who called her so suddenly.

Caddy waved at her through the automatic doors, encouraging her to hurry over to the arena. She was already tied in her skates, with Thomas tying his own in the background. “Come on! Someone’s waiting for you! You’re not gonna keep them waiting, are you?”

Her heart skipped. He said he was on a business trip. He’s back already? Heart in her throat, Kai broke into a small run, barely pausing to let the automatic doors process her presence. She didn’t bother giving Caddy a second glance, her friend’s small smirk growing as she flew past.

Scanning her ID card into a slot, Kai ran into the locker room when she saw his hair. Skidding to a stop, the woman let her breath leave her as she murmured his name softly.

“Aaron.”

He lifted his head from his phone. Ears perking up at his title, the man turned, smiling expectantly. His glasses brimmed over his nose, giving his sharp jaw a shadowed look. One side of his amber hair was pulled back into a small ponytail while leaving the rest of his wavy locks down around his face frame like a crown. Those bright eyes twinkled at her when they contrasted with his scarlet vest. Suit and tie...Kai loved her men like that.

Shoving his glasses higher up his nose bridge, he spoke with that velvety innocence of his, throwing Kai into a soft shudder. “Hello, Adjana.”

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Should I make a Part Two?