Officialthrad - Untitled

just saw sinners and BABY i needed fics about smoke, stack, AND sammie all of them freaks yesterday

men who could hit me with a semi truck and I would still be at their feet 🎀

Felix Catton is very Sharpay coded… that is all.

“With her pale skin started turning bright red”

My black butt:

this is so tea

LIGHTER

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PLOT: you’ll find out!

WORD COUNT: 727

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"You know... I like guys who smoke," you said, your voice casual as you sifted through your purse, eyes scanning for one of your old vintage lighters. You could tell he was nervous, like he’d never smoked a day in his life. It was kind of adorable, in a way.

You found the lighter and flicked it open, the flame flickering to life for a moment. You glanced up at him, a smirk tugging at your lips.

"Do you smoke, Inwoo?" you asked, voice teasing.

He stuttered, his eyes flicking down to the floor. "I, uh, I do... yeah. Of course, I do." He hiccupped, his face turning a little red. Classic nervous tic.

"Mm-hmm. Sure you do." You slid across the room, making sure he saw you do it with a bit of a deliberate slowness. You knew he’d be uncomfortable. He was already a little jumpy. It was cute. Almost as if he couldn’t quite decide whether to sit next to you or keep his distance.

Another hiccup escaped from him.

"Do you have a pack on you right now?" You raised an eyebrow, almost daring him to admit he didn’t.

You handed him the lighter, your fingers brushing his for a moment. You watched his reaction closely. He didn’t take it right away, as if unsure, until he reached for it hesitantly.

"Uh, yeah... I have one," he said, his voice wavering a bit, but his hand shaking slightly as he pulled the pack from his jacket pocket. He held it in front of you like it was some kind of fragile treasure, his gaze flickering between you and the pack.

The pack of cigarettes were soaked, due to us running in the rain earlier.

"Well, go ahead," you said, your voice a little more coaxing now. "Light one up."

He opened the pack with a snap, pulling a cigarette free with his fingers. He was so careful about it, like he was afraid he might do something wrong. His fingers trembled slightly as he raised the cigarette to his lips.

"Need help?" you teased, though there was a little more warmth in your voice now.

He glanced at you, clearly embarrassed. "I… I got it." He tried to flick the lighter, but it took a couple of attempts.

You leaned back on the couch, watching him struggle for a second, before your patience wore thin. You moved closer, gently taking the lighter from his hand, your fingers brushing his again. You lit the cigarette for him, watching the flame catch on the tip.

He exhaled sharply, almost choking on the smoke, his face scrunching up in surprise.

"See? Not so bad, right?" you teased, a smile playing on your lips as you leaned in just a bit closer. "Though, you’re supposed to inhale."

His face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he tried again, this time with more success, though still a little awkward. You could tell he was trying to impress you. It was kind of cute. He wasn’t quite there yet, but you didn’t mind. You liked the effort. You liked him.

"So," you started, sitting down next to him finally, watching him blow out another plume of smoke. "How long have you been smoking, exactly?" You couldn’t help but ask, eyes glinting mischievously. "You know, you don’t really look like the type."

He chuckled nervously, still avoiding direct eye contact. "Uh, not long. I just started... last week."

You raised an eyebrow, taking the cigarette from his fingers and inhaling a drag yourself. "Really? Last week? That’s a bold move, considering you’ve never even touched a cigarette before today."

He shrugged awkwardly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to impress you."

You gave him a look, a soft smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. "Mission accomplished," you said, and his eyes widened slightly in surprise, before he let out a nervous laugh, his hiccuping now replaced with a small, shy grin.

You both sat there in the quiet for a moment, the only sound the soft crackle of the burning cigarette between your fingers, and the occasional hitch in his breath. You liked this. The tension between you, the way his nervousness somehow made everything feel... real. You leaned in, letting the space between you shrink even more.

"Tell you what," you whispered, voice playful. "You keep that cigarette lit, and I’ll teach you how to smoke it properly."

OHMYGOD.

he’s so fine omggg

oh i am in love

Grace and Bo Chow both being infatuated with you 💌 ₊˚⊹⋆

a/n: I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing this! This post contains nsfw content/slightly obsessive behavior so proceed with caution. This is also quite long so I apologize for that. Look out for a part two!

currently listening to: Cupid by Sam Cooke

You met Bo first. You applied for a job at the shop and proved yourself to be incredibly dependable. He allowed you to count the money in the register, keep logs of what was going in & out of the store, and take care of client records and accounts. The two of you had a purely professional relationship, but if a professional relationship consisted of longing glances, lingering touches, and endearing nicknames.

You knew he was married, the golden band around his ring finger didn't let you forget the fact that he was. You felt horrible for even entertaining the nicknames and the close contact he kept with you, but you considered yourself to be on the safe side of things. As long as the two of you kept the touchiness to a minimum and didn't take your affection for one another to the bedroom, everything was fine.

His wife, Grace, tended to their shared store on the white side of town. She'd occasionally pop into the store to check in on Bo & their daughter, making sure she completed her tasks for the day. Afterwards, she'd never fail to make her way up to you and ask about your day.

"How are ye doin? Bo been treatin' you well?"

"You're doin' a good job around 'ere, girl. We gotta keep you here, don't want the other stores to try an' take ye from us."

Bo would affirm her praise by nodding his head and adding in his own little two cents. Grace wouldn't shy away from rubbing your arm or placing a delicate finger underneath your chin while saying "you're a real pretty girl, y'know that?". Her physical touch could be disguised as something playful and sweet, something between two women that were fond of one another. But, as the two of them made eye contact over your head they knew that what they had in store for you was anything but playful.

The playful banter between the three of you continued for weeks after that. You didn't expect anything more to blossom from your friendship with the married couple, but the clueless cloud you had over your head was quickly blown away one night. It was usual for them to invite you over to have dinner at their shared home. It was a common occurrence that even Lisa looked forward to as you were never anything but kind to her.

If you try to tell them that you wouldn't be able to make it due to a packed schedule, they'd do everything in their power to convince you to show anyway.

"Oh, we promise we won't keep you long. C'mon ya could just come on over for some dinner and make your way home after that. promise."

"awe are ya sure? Lisa was really lookin' forward to seeing ya again."

Sure, it was common for them to invite you over for dinner. However, it wasn't all too common for them to invite you into their bedroom. They'd usually keep you past midnight to have conversation going in the kitchen, but Bo offered to move the late night ritual into their bedroom. The conversation went on as normal and the wine in your glass disappeared by the minute. You sat with your legs crossed on their wooden-framed bed, the couple sat right in front of you. Bo's hand made a home for itself on the skin of your thigh that peaked from underneath your dress, he rarely ever showed such explicit affection like this. You expected Grace to become angry with the two of you, rightfully so, and have the night come to an end. Instead, she moved towards you and swept your hair out of your face with those delicate fingers of hers you've come to admire.

"I don't think ya know just how pretty ya are. I mean, jus' look at that face, baby. You just might be the prettiest damn thing I've ever seen." Bo's hand moved towards the inside of your thigh and a small smile stretched across his lips. "s'true, sweetheart", both of his hands eventually moved towards the inside of your thighs, spreading you open for him, Grace shuffling behind you before positioning your head to lay on her lap.

The night ended with your legs curved around Bo's slender waist as he pumped his cock into you, the coarse hair at the base of his cock stimulating your pulsing clit once he finally bottomed out. Grace kept herself busy, too. She rubbed your throbbing clit with her middle & ring finger, occasionally cradling your flushed cheeks and encouraging you to "take that cock, baby. s'so big, ain't it? I know, I know", shushing your whines and cooing at your fucked out expression. She couldn’t help but smile when you let out a surprised squeal at the feeling of her fingers tweaking and pinching your sensitive nipples.

Your relationship with the Chow's was never made public to the town, I mean, why would it be? Everyone in your close circle knew that the three of you were quite the close bunch of friends, but they didn't know the rest of it.

I can definitely see the both of them being possessive over you. They could see you talking with a friend of yours outside of the store and immediately interrogate you about it.

"She's just a good friend of mine! What's this all about?"

"Y'know damn well what this is all about. She looked like she was imaginin' what ya looked like without your clothes on."

It'd make them inexplicably upset to see you in a relationship with anyone that isn't them. They'd never allow you to do so without putting up a fight, though. It'd be foolish for you to think they'd let you go so easily. Even if you did get romantically involved with anyone else, you'd never be truly satisfied. Grace and Bo raised your standards to the damn moon and it'd be impossible for anyone to try and fill their shoes. Whenever your partner did anything wrong, you couldn't help but think "they'd never do that to me."

Helping Grace whenever she's working on a sign for a client. She doesn't hold back on sharing just how proud she is of you when you finish up a paint job.

Sharing many passion filled nights with the couple at the Juke Joint. You spend so much time sat at the bar without ordering anything just to talk to Grace. Bo pulls you in to dance with him and no one around bats an eye. What's wrong with two friends sharing a dance together? However, the way his glistening eyes gaze into yours with such intense passion behind them is anything but platonic.

It's incredibly easy for you and Grace to hide the true nature of your relationship. Nobody suspects anything even when her arm is firmly wrapped around your waist, or when her lips graze your cheek in a sweet peck. That's just how good friends celebrate one another.

They always find themselves on your front porch with gifts and they hardly ever show up empty handed. The gifts range from sundresses perfect for the southern heat, pastries they know you'll enjoy, savory treats the both of them worked on.

You're constantly heading over to their home and being convinced to stay the night by the sweet-talking couple. They don't entertain the possibility of you staying in a spare room, they want you to make yourself familiar & comfortable with their bedroom. Their spare room is honestly quite useful in having visitors believe that's where you stay, assisting in avoiding any questions about the true nature of your 'friendship'.

Bo wraps himself around your body like a koala and Grace curls herself into a fetal position in front of you, relishing in the feeling of your warm arms around her.

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