pairings; art donaldson x fem!reader, patrick zweig x fem!reader, art donaldson x patrick zweig
summary; patrick comes to visit you and art at college. he finds college life is a lot more adventurous than once anticipated
warnings; mdni, 18+ only, SMUT, threesome, overstim, oral (m receiving), sub leaning!reader and art, more dom leaning!patrick, established throuple, polyamory
a/n; i’m not so sure how i feel about this tbh. i love the dynamic though so i pushed through even when it got away from me a little🥲 there will be another drabble for older!art and his pretty girl soon!!
you and art fuck until you’re brain dead and passed out from exhaustion. always have. neither of you possess an off switch, and when patrick’s not there to rein the pair of you in, things get a little… messy.
his cum is dried in your hair, the sticky substance smeared across your cheek, his knuckles still wet with slick.
patrick walks in, full belly laughs and peels you from art’s sweat soaked form, gives your cheek a pinch when you stir and whine.
he doesn’t clean you up because he likes to leave you naked whenever he has the opportunity — which is more often than not. seriously, you two need close supervision.
he just carries you with him to that shitty little armchair in art’s dorm, the room still stinking of sex and the humid summer air clinging to your skin; art shines with perspiration where he’s face down on the bed.
pat makes do with the lack of room, hooking a bare leg over the backs of your thighs until you’re squeezed snugly against his torso, face smushed to his chest. you’re snoring, and it makes patrick smile, slumping down in his chair to rest his lips against your cheekbone.
you wake slowly, eyes sticky and crusted over with exhaustion. your face is almost nestled beneath patrick’s armpit where you’ve been writhing in slumber and you grumble at the scent of sweat, layered with cheap aftershave. his hard-on presses to the center of your stomach and you can feel everything— the curve it makes now it’s hard and weeping, the feel of the spongy head, the vein that runs through the middle.
“you smell, pat,” you grumble, reaching up blindly to snatch the cigarette from between his teeth and take a long pull from the stick.
“yeah, well you’re not so hot yourself, babe. the whole room reeks.” he reaches down to tug on a loose strand of hair at the crown of your head. “there’s cum in your hair.”
“not my fault.” you stretch upward like a cat, curling into patrick’s chest. “where’s art gone?”
“still sleeping, baby.” he lights another cigarette, sacrificing the first one to you - still resting between your lips - and the clicking of the lighter draws your head upward to gaze through heavy lashes at him.
“come to bed,” you murmur, kissing his knuckles. your free hand coasts a long line across his jaw and you dig your thumb beneath his ear, giggling when he scrunches his features and relents, and pushes you to stand with a swat to your naked backside.
art curls into you instinctively when you roll onto the mattress, your hand threading through the curls atop his head. you scrub sweeping circles across his bare back and he hums a pleased sound, smearing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. patrick splays himself over the pair of you, all long limbs that sit askew to cover as much of your naked frames as possible.
art squints through the yellow light that illuminates the room, bright and artificial on his sensitive eyes. your movements against him don’t halt, a slow, rhythmic, loving sweep of your hands that he’s come to look forward to in moments like this. his jaw tilts upward as he mouths at your neck like a starved man, like you haven’t just gone five rounds and collapsed from overstimulation.
“you two need supervision,” patrick snorts. you quirk a bemused brow. “i’m serious, look at what you’ve done to each other! you look like you’ve been mauled.”
“jealous, much?” art mumbles sleepily, the sound muffled through your skin. you’re laughing and it splits your expression in two, eyes crinkled with amusement as the strawberry blonde boy snipes at patrick.
“should’a come to college with us, pretty boy,” you giggle. “could’a had this twenty four seven.” you dip your head until your brow presses to art’s. “poor pat, with no one to stick his dick in. how will he ever cope?”
“you could help me out, sweets,” he deadpans, the nickname saccharine and sour on his tongue all at once. art watches you through heavy lids. you huff, biting playfully at art’s lip before you tilt your head to face patrick,
“okay,” you chirrup. art’s quick to sit up, separating from your warmth in favour of nuzzling against patrick. patrick tips his chin down, slanting his lips against the blonde boy’s.
meanwhile, you’re working his cock through his shorts, palming the muscle until it chubs up beneath your hand, drooling a wet patch through the fabric. patrick groans, hips rolling up into your touch when you hook your fingers beneath his waistband and tug his cock free.
he moans into art’s mouth and your mouth goes dry at the sight. you’ve always loved to watch them like this, the way they get lost in each other, the way they start fervently pushing into one another’s space until patrick inevitably makes the first move and sticks his tongue down art’s throat.
patrick turns to putty beneath art’s roaming touch, huge paws that squeeze and grope and push at every inch of skin they come into contact with, not stopping even as you press your face to the seam of patrick’s balls, inhaling the sweat-soaked musk that creeps up your nostrils.
art’s hand snakes downward, flicking over pert nipples and ridges of muscle before he’s flicking a thumb over the weeping slit of his cock. patrick’s back bows into an arch as you lave your tongue over his sack, humming into the sensitive skin, full and heavy and begging for release. his hips rock upward into you as you seal your lips over him, eyes heavy with lust as art comes down to meet your mouth over his mushroom head.
it’s filthy and messy, downright pornographic as art licks over patrick’s cock, tongue pressing flat against the corner of your mouth and letting his spit pool there. you’re moaning - unable to help yourself - pressing your face forward to slant your lips over art’s fully. it’s all spit and drool as you lick into art’s mouth, the heady taste of the brunette boy still on your tongue, and then patrick’s bracing a hand against each of your heads and easing his cock through the seam where your spit slick mouths mesh.
you gasp and your damp lashes flutter, heavy with tears, and art’s tugging you frantically by your waist, pressing your bare chest to his own as patrick throws his head back and groans, shallow thrusts deepening. his breath stutters out in short, sharp bursts, chest heaving when your face slides down, down, down, all the way to the base of him until your pretty plump lips are wrapped around his sack.
you suck it into your mouth just as art takes patrick down his throat, the head of his cock bulging through the hollow of art’s throat as spit stretches and bows from the corners of his lips and lands in globs across your face.
you’re too drunk on the pleasure to care, the vibrations of your little sounds shooting right through patrick until you feel his balls tighten; he groans, long and loud, pushing closer to the pair of you as his cock pulses rhythmically and he releases down art’s throat.
you push your way through until your mouth is on art’s again, tongue licking into his mouth to taste patrick, wanting to be marked, claimed by both of them. his lips part, nose pressing to your cheek, and then he’s lifting you into his lap, his cock an angry red and pressed to the seam of your thigh.
patrick groans. there’s no fucking way he’s hard again.
CW: smut, NSFW, anal, bathroom sex, orgasm, penetrative and unprotected sex, true form sukuna, p in v sex, not proofread, maybe OOC Sukuna.
Sukuna was soaking in his chambers when he called you, demanded you really. He had already made these demands thrice now. You were busy holding your child, Yuji, those chubby cheeks puffed out, the unruly pink hair he had gotten from his father.
You felt him arrive, a large fixture in the doorway. "Wife." He grunted, you turned just enough to see his top arms crossed and his bottom arms holding a towel around his waist, his hair was dripping. "I requested you."
"Look at your son." You said softly, turning to face him. Yuji's cheek was pressed into your soft chest, suckling on his fist.
Sukuna sighed and walked closer. "I do not care for the beast at this time. I was here before him."
Your brow furrowed as you flicked his bicep. "You can't claim to not love your son just because he enjoys attention. He's just like his father." Yuji babbled and tugged at the neckline of your kimono, clearly hungry. You let your kimono open, guiding Yuji to your breast and watching him latch immediately.
Sukuna scoffed as he scratched his chest. "This is useless, he can be fed by a nursemaid. Come bathe with me."
You turned your head to the side, " 'Kuna, It is not useless and you can bathe by yourself." You looked down and watched as Yuji drifted off, milk leaking down his chin. "Would you like to hold him?"
Sukuna glares and begrudgingly took Yuji into his arms, even the mouth on his stomach was drawn into a pout as he held his son. "He is useless and pudgy." His eyes were soft as he said it.
"You love him."
"I do."
Sukuna sighed as set Yuji, sleeping, into his crib. "You will bathe with me now." It was prefaced as a question but it was anything but. You rolled your eyes as you follow after him, a hand sliding into rough palm.
He pulled you to his bathing chambers, letting his towel drop as the doors shut. He wasted no time turning around and sliding your kimono off your shoulders, baring your skin to his eyes. 'My lovely wife." He leaned down and nuzzled into your neck before biting .
"'Kuna." You warned. He grumbled as two of his hands roamed your hips, the mouth on his stomach licking at you and leading lower. "What happened to bathing, husband?"
Sukuna huffed as he picked you up over his shoulder, a hand squeezing you ass before he stepped into the sunken tub and setting you on his lap. "You are a nuisance." two hands settled on your hips, the other two settled on your shoulders.
"You believe I'm a nuisance because you are impatient." You lean forward and kiss him, you tongue sliding against the heat of his. He groaned into your mouth and you could feel his cocks hardening against your ass and pussy. You bite his lower lip and drag your hips up his cock.
"You torment me." He growled as he stilled your hips. "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He lifts his hips, his cock head bullying your folds as he slid in immediately. You moan and drop your head into the crook of his neck, his other cock not budging against your ass.
"'Kuna, you're doing this on purpose." You whine and attempt to move your hips against him, his hands stopping you.
"Doing what on purpose?" He grinned, tilting you back to change the angle, the tongue from the mouth on his stomach coming out to tease you clit. The stimulant of his hot and thick tongue on your clit while he drags and slides slowly against your walls. You panted and squeezed your eyes shut, he knew exactly what he was doing, it was evident in that damn smirk.
He continues being sweet and teasing, kissing and biting occasionally to keep you on edge. It wasn't until you had broken down begging with tears down your cheeks that he lifted you out of the tub, all four hands gripping you to slam into you, his head hitting that spongy spot that made you see stars and lose brain function.
You came hard but that didn't stop him, he felt you squeeze and then loosen further around his cock. "Be easy for me brat." He grunted as he pressed his other cock harder against your ass. You hadn't done anal often despite being married for so long but he didn't mind, he managed three inches in before he couldn't shove his fat cock any farther, your ass squeezing the reddened flesh.
He fucked up into you, the cock in your pussy pulling in and out, hitting that spot while the cock in your ass prodding the thick angry flesh repeatedly against your rim
He wrung you out three more times before you were boneless against his solid warm chest. He kissed your head and walked to your shared room, laying you onto the silk sheets as he laid with you. "My wife." He hummed.
It was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep.
A/n: this is my first time writing for sukuna or jjk in general so I’m a tad nervous
Synopsis : My thoughts on the Allies’ relationship with you !
a/n : this took SO freaking long I genuinely don’t know why. schools been fucking me UPPP but it’s okay cs it’s summer break now 👀.. anyways i hope this is enjoyable !!
c/w : not really proofread, illness/impairment mentioned in America’s, very rushed, clingy England and France, gn I think but fem reader in mind, very fluffy, includes America, Russia, England, and France.
Allies:
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America
This man is so annoying with his love for you. He’s obnoxious with it too.. Just like how he brags about everything, he’ll brag about you. He will go as far as to taunt people too. It’s so tiring to be near him when he goes on a rampage about you.
Even though he’s a whole different genre of annoying, he loves you and its SHOWS. His love language is pretty obviously acts of service but he probably likes physical touch too. He’ll do ANYTHING for you whether it be holding your things when your arms are tired (he flexes and shows off after), basic chivalrous actions, orfixing things for you. He wants to be your “Hero” he says so you let him.
This man was SO corny when you guys first met. He immediately felt attraction towards you and tried to get you to “Fall for him”. He’d actually use pickup lines and be serious with it too. You end up laughing at him thinking he’s joking which isn’t the reaction he wants but oh well — atleast you think he’s funny.
You actually didn’t know he liked you for a while until he casually mentioned it. He was so embarrassed after but tried to play it off, making you laugh which worsened his embarrassment. After reassuring him you both agreed to go on a few dates. He showed up to said dates with flowers and the classic teddy bear in hand. He makes it KNOWN that he will be an absolute gentleman for you.
While this first date was at a restaurant, he usually takes you to places like arcades, carnivals, any fun place, etc. You both travel quite a bit too — to almost every state. His goal is to get you every states’ flower. Whenever you two casually travel he usually takes you to major cities or super country and rural places. One day you’re in NYC the next you’re in freaking Kansas. You never know where you’re going with him.
Alfred is very sweet when you are sick or injured — sickeningly sweet. He knows how hard it is to do things when impaired because of his dangerous stunts and tendencies. When it’s his time to take care of you he is SUPER attentive. Getting you water, helping you walk around, making you food (to the best of his abilities atleast..), and making sure you rest. He is so careful when you’re like this — he treats you as if you’re porcelain.
All in all this man love you to the moon and back and will forever make sure you know it.
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Russia
This man is very yandere-ish with you he does NOT play. He is super possessive — not very publicly because he still wants to keep his facade around the countries. He will grips your arm a little tighter than usual if he thinks the person you’re talking to is too ‘comfortable’ around you. He isn’t rough but it’s firm enough to make you pull back from that person.
I think his love language goes hand in hand with his possessiveness — quality time and physical touch. He is very busy so enjoys every second he gets to spend with you even if he’s not super expressive about it. He is also always touching you somehow and even more confusing is how natural and intimate it feels. He knows exactly how to make you relax with his touch. He’ll move your hair out your face before you can, guide you around when in a crowded area, and caress you so lovingly you just cant help but melt.
Honestly he’d be a bit toxic but who cares..He kind of manipulated you into liking him — not that you didn’t find him attractive before. When he saw you for the first time he knew he wanted you to be his — like a kid seeing a toy they really want. He’d make himself the epitome of perfect around you just to make you think it was your idea to want to date him. He was honestly desperate but he’d never admit that. You once complimented his colonge and he wore the same scent ever since — not changing it even one. He’d get the countries that he has control over to talk to you about him like he was the perfect man (it worked). He’d touch you so very softly whenever he could, making sure his touch lingered. He’d look at you in ways that made your stomach do flips but was still plausible as a friendly look. He was also just way nicer to you than anyone he interacts with — making sure you felt special. When he thought it was time, he confessed in the most possessive way ever. “You love me right? Well even if you don’t, you’re mine now.” You didn’t even argue even if how he said it was very questionable.
Dates with Ivan are usually late night walks, dinner at notsocasual but notsofancy restaurants, or just quality time at home while you guys are reading, cooking, or cleaning. He’d do anything with you really, as long as he gets to be with you.
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England
Oh this man is such a hopeless romantic its sad. He is so desperate for your attention, love, and support.
His love language is definitely quality time, words of affirmation, and physical touch. Starting with physical touch, he would be deeply embarrassed with PDA. He is definitely public about his love for you but he’s very nervous around you so he’d need extra reassurance before kissing you in public. In private though he is ALL up on you. You’ll be cooking dinner and hes basically mirroring you. He’ll grab seasoning for you, helping you flip food, and mix things. If you have pets he’ll take them off the bed just to be closer to you. He’s so possessive but it can be a bit tiring.
Going back to the other love languages, he LOVES spending time with you while you tlak about how much you pove eachother. He’ll lay on your lap while you play with his hair and tell him all about your day. You’ll tell him how smart he sounded discussing world issues with the other countries, how much you admire him for taking up such a stressful job, and just your plans with him in the future. You both can say anything to the other so naturally it’s honestly romantic.
When he first met you he was immediately attracted and tried his hardest to make you fall for him. He’d do anything and everything for you — ask for some water and he has it in 5 seconds, tell him you’re tired and he’ll make a makeshift bed wherewver you are. He’d also try and impress you. He’s tried to make you laugh more times than he can count. It always worked in the end which made his chest full of pride, just happy that you luaghed. He’d dress up more than usual if he knew you were going to be around and would make sure he looked his absolute best (you found him attractive either way). In the end you still made the first move because he is very nervous near you. After he told you about everything he did to impress you he was surprised to learn that you’ve always found him attractive (all that work for what..).
Your dates are always very intimate and well planned. Either picnics, fancy restaurants, or stargazing. He is super attentive on these dates — making sure everything is perfect. He gets your favorite flowers every dates along with your favorite snack no matter where you guys are going. If are in a secluded area while on your date best believe he is all up in that. He would infact be laying on your lap or chest while you olay with his hair. If you’re at a restaurant, he’s holding atleast one of your hands the whole time — just subconsciously making sure you don’t run away.
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France
This guy is obviously romantic so I’ll get straight into it. He’s so intimate with EVERYTHING he does it makes you feel so perverse for thinking he’s attractive when he’s doing something very mundane. He could be writing something about whatever but he’ll look just breathtaking while doing so.
His love language is literally anything and everything you could think of. He LOVES having his hands on you, LOVES spending time with you, LOVES writing you love letters, and LOVES doing things for you. He’ll buy you super expensive and unnecessary items just to hear you scold him because he loves the sound of your voice. He will mirror you even when doing the most mundane things ever. You could be sweeping and he’ll just come up behind you and help you as if you’re a puppet. When he leaves for work before you wake up, he’ll leave notes around the house that talk about his love for you — “Have a great day mon cherie!” “Don’t overwork yourself mon amour!” etc. He’s also the type to go grocery shopping for you, fix things around the house before you notice, and clean up any mess your pets made if you have any.
You guys met through mutual friends and he swears he felt his world light up when he saw you. He was automatically flirty with you like he is with most people but it was 10 times worse. You thought he was joking the first time he confessed, thinking it was his usual antics. He was a bit discouraged hearing you shut him down so he knew he needed to get serious. He would be forward and direct. He’d also cater to you so much so that the other countries thought you hypnotized him or something. Eventually you caught feelings and confessed. He was so eccentric — cheerful even. If you ask him about that day he’ll talk about it as if it was the day world peace was achieved.
Dates with him are so incredibly intimate and romantic. He’ll empty out a whole restaurant for the two of you if you wanted him to. You guys either go on picnics, stargaze, or go to fancy restaurants. When he just wants to spend time with you, it’s usually stargazing. He gets your favorite flowers, a new plushie or keychain for collections, and a snack basically every time. He’ll scatter the flowers around the blanket, place your favorite scented candles around, and basket full of food in the middle. He brings out special cups of your favorite color and fills them with your favorite drink. He makes sure to make food that you enjoy and brings pillows just incase you want to lie down. A speaker playing you guys’ favorite songs going on in the background solidifies the whole experience everytime. This man is so loving it makes you ache inside.
a/n : this is pretty short so sorryy 😔.. have a good day/night !
"You know I don't understand you when you speak this island language, Val!" - Vox said with a huge dose of arrogance. You roll your eyes at Vox's stubbornness, at not realizing how fragile the unholy trio of Vees is right now, and tell the Overlord so to his face before running after your friend Valentino to try and calm him down. SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 -> Valentino x female Reader
"He'll see you both… this is a shitty hiding place, Velvette," - you commented as Velvette turned the chair, in which Alastor was still tied, so that only the backrest was visible upon entering the room. But neither Velvette nor Alastor (who was grinning incessantly) seemed to take your objections seriously. Velvette was still sulking because Vox had jumped through the CCTV cameras again after having to apologize to Carmilla Carmine… and now, as usual, she had her smartphone in her hands and was angrily tapping away at the screen.
"Shut up! You're just as pissed off about Vox's behavior as we are… when he does have time, it's only when he wants something from us… where's Valentino, anyway? I thought you were like his shadow!" - Velvette snapped at you, and you just crossed your arms as Velvette climbed into the second round chair and gave you a provocative look.
"He wanted to get some new cigarettes, not the ones he uses to make his fucking impressive pink smoke… he was so upset after Vox hooked up with Lucifer… after he pulled his act and only got a sliver of the spotlight… damn Alastor, stop laughing so filthily, I can hear you all the way over here! My demonic form is part bat, already forgotten!" - you growl once, as your fine senses pick up the laughter from Radio Demon… it's getting on your nerves.
The fact that Velvette is more irritable than usual is getting on your nerves… the fact that Vox increasingly wants to be the center of attention in his own show is getting on your nerves (and the fact that he seems to have forgotten that the Vees consist of three people… Velvette and Valentino… is twice as annoying). You'd come to know the Vees as a well-oiled trio… and seeing Vox now turn his brilliant plan into a solo act is wearing you down.
You're basically the silent shadow at Valentino's side… a kind of… lapdog—while he's unofficially dating Vox and spending more than one intoxicating night in bed with the TV executive… but your loyalty and affection for Valentino is genuine and unbreakable… what Vox doesn't seem to grasp, however, is almost breaking your sinner's heart.
"Yeah, yeah, don't spill old tea, bitch! Now help me, will you?" - Velvette said, and with a sigh, you turned her chair so that the back was facing you.
Her plan was to eavesdrop on Valentino and Vox and wait for the moment to confront Vox. A trio is only as good as its chemistry… and if Vox keeps going like this, his partners, his Overlord Friends in Crime—and you, of course—will eventually be against him. You should focus on winning together… didn't Vox say, "Once we're gods in heaven," he said? It seems like he suddenly wants to win this sprint all by himself.
"I'll… sit on the sofa and pretend to be asleep," - you murmured, and moments later you sat down on one of the sofas, closed your eyes, and heard Valentino enter the room. His footsteps stopped short of your chosen sleeping spot.
``Did my little bat party a little too hard with the showgirls, huh?" - Val cooed in your right ear.
Damn asshole! He knows it's completely unnecessary. But your mask remains perfectly still…even when Val starts making soft, circular motions with his right index finger on your bat ear.
"…or did Daddy's last sex session knock you out, baby, huh?" - he cooed again, a little deeper.
You let out a deep sigh and roll over, pretending to be asleep. You feel his gaze on you, but you don't react.
"At least I know you haven't forgotten me, baby," - Valentino hissed softly as he sat down on the other sofa… poured himself a drink and you were glad he only saw your back… because your heart was trembling with sympathy and anger at Vox.
And then everything happened faster than expected, because Vox entered the room… Valtentino was pissed off, Vox explained something about business partners, about how they needed to push the fan favorites closer to the finish line so they'd get more screen time… blah… blah… and then he even tried to persuade your boyfriend to have sex with you so Vox would get what he wanted. You could hear Val's tongue greedily slithering out of his mouth, you could hear the poison softly dripping onto the Moth Demon's cloak, and then… Velvete made her entrance.
"…ha! That's not in the script. I don't see that part!"
"Get the fuck off me! You know that shitty eye thing never works on me!" - Val cursed, spreading his wings menacingly.
You stir, stretch, and sit upright on the sofa. Your eyes darted over to Vox and Val.
"…you always do what you want anyway!" - Val added, and you could hear the hurt in his voice. Come on, Vox, don't be such a fool and realize you're behaving wrongly!
But Vox just folded his arms, and Valentino stormed off, cursing in Spanish.
"You know I don't understand when you speak this island language, Val!" - Vox said with a healthy dose of arrogance.
"Anyone else have something to say? YOU?!" - Vox snapped at you. You straightened up, your left ear twitching ominously. Unfortunately, to the amusement of everyone present, it looked rather cute.
"You're playing with fire. If you hurt Velvette or Valentino irreparably in any way… don't say I didn't warn you," - you hissed.
Just seconds later, Val's furious sentence, now back in English, came out.
"I'm from Florida, you fucking bitch!"—and seconds later, a cocktail glass shattered against Vox's face.
You walked past him and hurried after Valentino. You wanted to do something to make your partner feel better.
Hello hello everybody! I'm so so so sorry for not posting, family emergencies and also studies, etc. I'm so extremely sorry!
Synopsis- Baku gets depressed and you need to help your boyfriend.
Word count- 762
Hu-min gets depressed. I mean only you and Go-tak knew about this his monthly depression, It had always been a problem I mean the guy would go static for weeks on end. Leaving his messages on 'seen'. Leaving you and Gotak worried, incredibly worried. And his father never seemed to care or notice
That's what pissed you off more.
How could somebody not care for their own child?
"Hyun-tak, do you think you can take me to Baku's?" You walked up to him after school had ended. Eungang was near Byuksan, so you quite literally jogged to Gotak that was well- I feel like everyone thought you we running to him out of love, embarrassing.
Once you had pulled him to the side outside the school's gate you looked serious. "Hey why do you want me to, walk you to Baku's?"
Gotak had raised his eyebrows. You sighed "it's just he been ghosting everyone it's worrying me. I mean it gets bad, but not that bad that he deliberately ghosts me, or you"
Gotak stared at you with does dark eyes of his, it sort of intimidated you. He looked serous, so did you
"And why do I walk you? You know the route don't you?" He questioned, logical yea, but annoying.
"Well it's at night and Hu-mins neighborhood is shady." You answered back
Overall he agreed,
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You were in you dimly lit room. Sitting comfortably on the desk, books scattered across the desk. Your head lay on your palm deep in thought. Manly worried for your boyfriend. But most importantly what you were going to do with him, and the possible outcomes of him not being home. Maybe out somewhere he never enjoyed home.
Then an unsettling thought skipped through your brain. What if he had run away, leaving everything behind even you and Hyun-tak. Instead of dwelling on it you got up, you'll go to the beach with Hu-min, and Hyun-tak? He can either go home or eat sand.
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You and Hyun-tak walked over the steep slope that lead to Hu-min's home. You were worried about him the thought kept dwelling in the back of your mind.
"Hey Gotak do you think that Hu-min ran away?" You asked out of breath, how much longerrr
"Nah, don't worry if he ran away, he'd carry you along." He laughed
You stared at him, "What if he got, tired of me?" You said with a hint melancholy.
Hyun-tak shook his head. "He's not the type." After he said that he didn't elaborate on it, and you didn't pry.
Then you got to the door of Hu-min house.
"Thanks you can go now." You said dismissivly and Hyun-tak laughed shaking his head before walking away without protest, which confused you.
After you watched him fully walk away, out of view. You stared at the door, the paint on the bottom clipped. You bite your lip knocking on the door.
And it opens and instead of a old man it's him, your boyfriend, Park Hu-min.
"Y/N?" Hu-min raised his brows.
"Why did you?!" You sighed "Forget it, come with me." You grabbed his hand.
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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆- Park Hu-min POV.
She had grabbed my hand. I was ghosting everyone I never meant to hurt her. But it felt nice her palm against mine her hair moving by the wind, I never met a girl this beautiful.
"Hey where ya taking me?"
"Beach."
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You both reached the beach the cold air hitting against your skin. It felt so nice against your guy's skin it felt amazing.
As both of your hairs moved back you ran into the water as Hu-min chased after you.
"Hey what are you?!" He laughed as you ran faster and ultimately dunking into water. The nighttime water was cool, goosebumps spreading across your skin you shivered a bit you laughed lighthearted and dismissive. You hadn't even bought a pair of spare clothing however you didn't care.
Soon enough Hu-min took of his jacket then dunking in with you the water splashing your face.
You both laughed the water itself wetting your hair and clothing.
Quickly forgetting any worries that came across your mind. "Ah ha, I'll be sick after this." You muttered and Hu-min laughed. "Me too, fuck."
After a while on sitting in the water. You got up your fingers shriveled up so did Hu-mins.
"You cold?" He asked with his stupid smile.
"No I'm sweating." you laughed and Hu-min chuckled picking up his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders.
You look at the tick glass Front of the Sharky´s Tank and try to explain to them the different Pictures on your Toddler Tablet. It Results in Vox having almost a System Error, Valentino laughing in his Drink and Velvette getting a free Goodie for her Social Media Post.
With a concentrated expression on your face, you hold the Toddler Tablet up to you. So your Daddah's Vox's Sharkies can see exactly what you're showing them.
"Sharkys look! Daddah, Val and Vel! Family!" you say with a high-pitched, happy giggle, watching as Vox's two sharks swim a little closer to the thick glass pane.
On the tablet, you could see a selfie the Vee's had taken a while ago. Velvette had saved it for one of her social media stories.
You scroll to the next picture, and it's a photo of you and Peppermint—Vox's personal assistant.
"Minty!" - you say, showing the photo to the Sharkys again. Whether they're interested or not.
Next photo. Your little hand routinely swipes across the tablet's screen. Of course, you're fully an iPad—or VoxTek-Pad kid. You've seen your Daddah, Uncle Val, or Aunt Vel scrolling through their smartphones often enough, and your toddler tablet is one of the toys you really like.
"Melissa!" - you call out the name of one of the models who belong to Velvette. Sometimes she even babysits you when Velvette is on babysitting duty and you're in her fashion department.
When Daddah, Vel, and Val also enter the room and talk about some adult matter, you show the Sharkies more photos.
Of the Vee's.
Princess Charlie Morningstar.
The V-Tower.
A selfie of you with Angel Dust (yes, sometimes Valentino forces his top actor to babysit when Valentino himself doesn't feel like it).
Then there was a photo of you in the pool with a toy shark in your hand and large armbands with the Vee's logo on them.
Another photo shows you with a small bucket of finger paint… oh, finger paint!
You can use this to make the large glass pane of the shark tank much prettier, and luckily you brought the green and blue colors into the room. They were under the table where the adults were sitting… by Valentino's chair.
"Sharkies, shhh!" - you whisper, crawling over to the chair where Valentino is sitting and grabbing the two little finger paint cups.
"We have a problem… Alastor is approaching Little Princess Morningstar. We have to make sure no deal ever gets made between them!"
"And how exactly are we supposed to stop him?"
"Put something in his drink… or him. That's how I keep those bitches under control."
You pay no attention to your family's words and nasty insults because you have a mission… to decorate the glass with some pretty paintings.
And before anyone could stop you, you finger-paint a few beautiful, colorful lines on the glass… something that seems to irritate the sharks, because they start swimming in the water a little more alarmed… almost as if they were trying to tell Vox… the baby shark isn't doing something good.
"Or someone from inside isn't a bad idea…huh? Oh my God, who gave her finger paint? Baby girl!"
Vox put down the glass with the whiskey and ice cubes, but didn't get a chance to take a sip because he'd noticed the sharks' behavior and just happened to look in your direction.
"Finger paint, Daddah!" - you exclaim happily, painting another wild green line across an empty space on the thick glass.
"I see. Stop it, please, Daddah doesn't a fan ....of this sort of…renovation work."
"No!" - you reply, generously reaching into both finger paint buckets once more. One of them falls to the side, spilling the small amount of paint onto the carpet.
"Baby, Daddah isn't making jokes. No more finger paint on the glass of the Sharks Aquarium. Stop!"
You hear the warning tone. Sometimes Daddah talks to Uncle Val like that.
But it's way too much fun. You just giggle and slap both hands against the window once….
Vox pushes his chair back, and you see it as a fun game…trying to run away from him…spreading more finger paint on the floor.
Vox tries to catch up you…picks you up before he realizes how stupid this is…you giggle once.
Moments later, Vox's right face has a few colorful splashes of paint.
"That's fucking hilarious! You look good, Voxxy!"
"A free goodie for my social media? Look at me, you two artists!"
While Velvette and Valentino were amused by this scene, Vox was very close to getting a system error.
And you?
You give him a big toddler hug, and now his suit has become a little more colorful with the finger paint.
