#zu writes

“Pat!!” Roman Kingsley boomed, dropping down, also cross-legged, next to Patton who was very, very startled. “Where have you been? Logan’s been worried sick…” he said, wiggling his eyebrows as his boyfriend, Virgil O’Mara, and Logan Berry, (aka Patton’s not so requited crush, although they didn’t know that) sat as well. Virgil and Roman grinned as Logan began to splutter, turning red.

“Falsehood.” He said, avoiding Patton’s eyes. “I am perfectly healthy, thank you.” “Anyway,” Virgil said, covering for Logan, “what were you saying, Pat? Something aloud while we were walking here.” Patton’s eyes widened as they shut their notebook discreetly.

“Nothing!! Don’t worry about it!!” They said cheerfully, facing their friends with a wide smile.

“Alright, now I’m kinda worried.” Virgil said, frowning. Roman slipped his arm around him, concerned, as Patton backtracked.

“No, really, it's fine! I just-” Patton stared behind them all as a bee buzzed by. Patton really, really loved bees. Not just ‘cause they were fuzzy and cute (like Patton), but because they were small, (like Patton), and were really important, (like Patton). Roman snapped his fingers to get the enby’s attention.

“Hello, hi, Earth to Pat?”

“I LOVE BEES!” Patton declared, standing up. Startled, the three friends looked up at Patton, who continued on. “And I know why now!”

“Uh, do tell, Patton.” Logan said, confused but supportive.

“I love bees so much because,” Patton sat back down, pausing for dramatic effect, looking at each of their friends in the eyes, “I am nonbeenary. An enbee, if you will.”

The friends all groaned and shook their heads while Patton grinned and spread their arms.

“What? Was the transition not natural? Too fast? A somewhat unbeelivable way to come out?” Logan reached over and covered Patton's mouth with his hand, sighing loudly. Patton smirked, moved away quickly and said, “Aw come on Lo, you know you love my puns; don’t you, honey?” Logan sat back and blushed as Roman and Virgil screeched with laughter.

“Now that was...amazing.” Roman said after they all finally calmed down. “Truly, the most Patton-y way to celebrate your true identity.”

Patton mock-bowed and grinned. They sat back and stayed quiet as their friends continued on with their conversation, thinking about how they had the best friends ever. Now, they thought, it's time to come up with a way to come out as pan…

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The next day, Patton walked into the school, weaving their way through the crowd of teens and harried teachers, trying to get to their locker. Today, feeling good about themself and their identity, they wore a long baby blue skirt that twirled magnificently, and a cute puffy shirt and cardigan that matched perfectly. The bit of makeup that they had done made Patton feel...seen. Perfectly them.

When they had arrived at their locker, they saw a sticky-note stuck to the front. Patton picked the sticky-note off the locker and read aloud, “Although my puns are only bee-list worthy, I want you to know that you are definitely a keeper.” All this, written in Logan’s handwriting, combined with the little doodle of a bee, flying in a heart formation made Patton’s heart, well, soar. They giggled and stuck the sticky-note inside their locker, for safekeeping. When Patton turned around, however, books in hand and ready to head to class, they were greeted with the sight of Logan, looking sheepish, holding a flower and a bee plushy.

“I, uh, I wanted to give you these…” Logan said, not meeting Patton’s eyes completely, handing them the flower and tiny bee. “I hope you enjoy them…”

“I’m gay.” Patton blurted, panicking, blushing as soon as they realized they had said that aloud. Logan turned completely red, rubbing the back of his neck. One could almost see the steam bursting out of his ears as Patton rushed to explain.

“Well, I mean, technically pan. Panromantic demisexual. Emotional connection and all that and I am so gay for you and wow I’m rambling I-” Patton was stopped as Logan leaned in and kissed their cheek. It was Patton’s turn to blush, hard, although their Indian complexion covered some of it, thank God.

“Would you like to get coffee after school? Just me and you?” Logan asked quietly, still blushing hard. Patton couldn’t even speak. They just nodded and held out their hand subtly, so if Logan wanted to take it, he could. And he did.

“God damn it-” Virgil cursed as the couple walked towards them, hand in hand, blushing and smiling. He handed Roman 5 dollars. Smirking, he pocketed it and turned to Patton, explaining.

“He bet me 5 dollars to see who would confess first.” Roman grinned over at Logan, who smiled back and high fived him. Virgil looked, well, betrayed.

“Logan were you in on this?? I can’t believe this, my best friend, a traitor.” As the four walked down the halls, bickering and laughing, Patton marveled at how lucky they were.

A truly beeautiful family.

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The sudden sunshine was a strain on your weary eyes causing you to screw them shut and the act of apparating by itself made you stumble slightly. A steadying hand settled on the small of your back and after waiting a second more you took the risk of opening your eyes. Instead of the harsh sunlight you were met with the concerned face of your friend. The contact, as slight as it was caused a light blush to dust your cheeks. Newt’s blue eyes were darting over your face, his brow was slightly creased with worry. You avoided his questioning gaze, hoping he didn’t notice how red your face was, instead choosing to focus on the lapels of his jacket and the tiny bowtruckle hiding behind them. You licked your dry lips before speaking,

“I’m alright, apparition never really agreed with me,” you said with what you hoped was a reassuring smile. Hoping it would be enough to stop Newt’s worrying. You didn’t like lying to him, but in this case it was necessary. You weren’t the priority right now, the beasts were and you didn’t want to distract him. Newt seemed to buy your excuse, nodding as he carefully removed his hand. You missed his touch already but, thankfully, your face cooled.

You took a second to admire your surroundings, you were standing in a large grassy field with a thick forest on your left. The sky was clear apart from a few fluffy clouds and the sun was relentlessly beating down. The whole area around you was surprisingly beautiful.

“Trappers haven’t arrived yet,” Newt’s voice came from beside you. “Probably won’t for another few hours.” He glanced at you, and you nodded for him to continue.

“When they do arrive, we’ll give them a chance to set up camp and fall asleep. Then we free the creatures and leave, alright? It’s best if we avoid any confrontation.”

You felt as though he was directing that last statement at you, which you didn’t really challenge because you did have a penchant for getting into scrapes on missions like these. The subtle warning wasn’t really necessary though, as you doubted you would be able to hold your wand steady never mind shoot any spells but you didn’t argue.

“Got it,” you said, nodding again. “What do we do until then?”

“We wait”

Taking a quick glance around the surroundings, Newt’s eyes landed on the forest nearby and he motioned for you to follow him. Both of you jogged towards the trees, ducking to avoid branches and hopping over large roots until you were far enough to still have a good view of the field but to not be noticed. That’s were you and Newt sat down with your backs pressed against a large tree as you began the long wait.

The forest was a lot darker, with the leafs blocking out a majority of the sun. It was substantially cooler too as the occasional breeze flowed by. Both you and Newt sat in comfortable silence, it was nice, comforting. Barely half an hour passed before you felt your eye lids getting heavy and you stifled another yawn as a wave of exhaustion washed over you. No matter how hard you fought against it, your eyes eventually closed and your breathing deepened as you drifted off to sleep.

Newt jumped slightly as he felt a warm weight fall on his shoulder. His cheeks flushed as he realised what had happened. You were sleeping, getting some much needed rest no doubt, and your head had drooped on his shoulder. Your hair hung loosely, covering your peaceful features.

He wasn’t going to lie, Newt panicked. His body stiffened, unsure of how to act but not wanting to wake you. Pickett poked his head out of Newt’s breast pocket, most likely feeling how tense his friend had gotten. His little head swivelled from side to side, assessing the situation before he climbed out and clambered over to you, settling in the crook of your neck. The action brought a sigh to your lips and you subconsciously nestled closer to Newt. He wasn’t sure what it was, maybe it was seeing you so calm or maybe it was just having Pickett there too but he found himself relaxing, even though his cheeks still burned. His hand moved to your face, delicately tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and his thumb brushed against your cheek. A small smile tugged on his mouth as he settled in for the long wait, with you resting beside him.

“Come now, Y/N, time to wake up.”

There was a hand on your shoulder, shaking you gently, slowly bringing you to open your eyes. You blinked a few times to get the sleep away and glanced up only to see Newt’s freckled face. Noticing you were still leaning against him, you quickly scrambled up, running a hand through your hair and coughing in an attempt to hide your embarrassment.

“Sorry,” you mumbled with a nervous laugh. Newt’s blue eyes met yours and he responded with a quiet laugh of his own,

“Don’t worry about it- really.”

Pickett climbed out from behind your collar and you lifted your hand for him to crawl onto, silently thanking him for the distraction.

“I’m guessing the trappers have arrived?”

Newt hummed and nodded in response,

“It’s been quiet for a while, they’ve most likely fallen asleep.”

Pickett scurried back into the safety of your collar as you stood, taking a second to stretch before drawing your wand,

“fuck, fuck, you’re so tight,” seungcheol groans, while he pounds into you hard, your legs wrapped around his waist, and his hands gripping your hips tightly. you’re breathless, feeling your juices and his cum slide in and out, you don’t even know how many times you came today. “fuck, you’re too good for me, angel,”

how many hours has it been since you and your boyfriend have been fucking? probably too long, but you haven’t each other in months, rounds of messy and hot sex is quite the reward. when he first got home, the clothes were all over the living room floor, him bending you over the couch and fingering you relentlessly until you came twice. you sucked him off on the kitchen island, while he grabs your hair, whispering to you how you are such a good little slut for him.

“yes, yes, yes, fuck, you’re such a good boy, fuck, i love how you fill me up like this,” you whimper, loving how his cock slides in and out and in and out so wetly, and you bite your lip while your boyfriend throws his head back, enjoying the pleasure he feels around you he starts to go even faster, spreading your legs and gently doing a swiping motion with his thumb on your clit. “cum on my pussy, please.”

“show me your pussy, baby,” seungcheol says, pulling out and jerking himself off, and he groans, white beads of cum covering your pussy, and you moan on how hot it feels. he gathers some of it with his tip, and slides it in again, shallowing thrusting into you before pulling out. he takes a hold of his cock, lightly tapping it on your clit, and its so wet, so fucking wet, and he slides against your folds slowly, his cum and your juices spreading all over your pussy. “thats it, do you feel good with my cum on you? i bet you do.”

“all for you,” you mumble, and you let out a small gasp when seungcheol flips you on your stomach, rubbing your sides, encouraging to get on your knees. “aren’t you being a whore today, hm?”

“f-fuck, chan.” you breathed out, tuning out the serenades of aaliyah in the background, as chan circles the little purple bullet vibrator around your sensitive clit and pumping in two fingers into you, leaving little marks on your neck and shoulder. “don’t stop, please.”

it was a long day of practice, as expected. the competition coach booked the room for the whole day, meaning everyone (yes, everyone) had to stay for the whole six hours. the beginning of competition season is coming up, the coach is on edge, meaning his antsy, nagging mood rubbed on everyone during practice. you barely spoke with chan all day (which isn’t a big deal, you both worked effortlessly on your craft and passion), although you can tell he was on edge too. after practice and a long hot shower, you both went home, hands barely to themselves—

“you’re so cute,” chan places a kiss on your ear, and continues to speed up his pace with his fingers. “you look so cute, look at mirror, babe.”

“n-no, i’m good,” you moan out when you make eye contact with chan briefly at the mirror before squeezing your eyes shut. “i’m getting embarrassed.”

“what is embarrassing?” he coos at you, removing his fingers and you hiss at the loss, but he slowly pushes in the little vibrator inside you, toying you at a slow pace. you whine a moan, throwing your head back on his shoulder, and chan spreads your legs out even more, rubbing the back of your thigh. you feel your wetness that was on his fingers spread all over, and you take deep breaths. “you’re enjoying how much i toy with you, right? it’s not embarrassing, baby. i know you were staring at me all day.”

“y-yes, but, hnngh—–“ you feel his fingers slip in your mouth, and your tongue instinctively swirls around them. chan groans at the action, making you lick his fingers even more. “why do you talk so much?”

“uh uh. no buts.” chan increases the vibration speed of the little vibrator, continuing to pump it in you fast. “i know i look good, but i’ve never seen you so desperate to jump me that quickly.”

“shut up!”

two things.

firstly, he’s wrong.

before you even started dating chan, he was your rival. always trying to compete with him, getting the coach’s approval first, or even get the choreography down faster. this still goes on between the two of you (in a partially joking manner), but today the coach called you out for not focusing, and all chan did was bluff at you, giving you an eyebrow raise and a breathy smirk. that’s why you wanted to jump him.

secondly, he’s not wrong.

it took all of your willpower and mental strength to not jump him during the middle of practice, because not only he dances so well, he fucking knows he dances well. and that he looks fucking hot doing it. you got distracted by the way chan moves his body, and it doesn’t help how the mullet suits him, the silver chain dangling around his neck, and the oh so thin white tank top clings onto his chest— he took it off because it got too hot inside and during a quick water break you can’t help it but ogle him, watching how droplets of water coming from his water bottle drip down his chest. your friend had to smack your head to get your attention, and told you to stop looking like you’re gonna suck his dick off.

“it’s not my fault my boyfriend is fucking irresistible, is it?” you whine softly when he removes the little vibrator from you, turning it off. chan licks the pad of his thumb, and does a light swiping motion on your clit to keep you distracted. he pats around the bed, looking for the other toy, and you quietly mumble it’s by the edge of the bed. he quickly grabs it, and you sigh in satisfaction when he puts in the pink dildo in you slowly. “i can look as m-much as i want.”

“mm, cute,” chan laughs in your ear. “you see me everyday, though?”

“fuck off,” you groan, and in rebuttal you awkwardly rut against him, feeling how hard he is on your back. “when will you fuck me already?”

“jesus, how horny are you today, sweetheart?” chan couldn’t help but laugh, he’s so amused by your eagerness. “you riding my thigh when we got home wasn’t enough?”

“no…”

“me eating you out with you bent over the coffee table wasn’t enough either? you sucking me off wasn’t enough?”

“of, of course, it wasn’t enough,” you whimper, the wet sounds growing louder as he thrusts the dildo in just a bit faster. “i want all of you so bad.”

“but you know i’m all yours?” he says low in your ear, and you moan in instinct. he slows the speed of his hand, shallowly thrusting the dildo in you, as his other hand plays with your clit. “you’re so possessive of me, honestly i’m so glad you have me, i love it when you get so needy for me, and you know how much you love it when i get needy for you, baby, no one can ever ever compare.”

“chan, please,” you try to sound demanding, it comes out as soft. “i’m so close.”

“you’re so sweet.” chan whispers, planting a kiss on your shoulder. you mumble something incoherent, and you finally find the courage to look at the mirror. the way chan uses the toy on you, how it spreads around you, how chan breathlessly smirks seeing your expression. you can see the appeal of why chan likes using the mirror during sex. you decide to boost his ego; moaning a little louder, calling him a good boy and a slut, and it works, you feel some of his precum sticking on your back, and chan couldn’t help himself but rut on your back. “that’s it, good, good, oh baby, look at how fucking blissed out you look for me. that’s it, come for me.”

you finally come, breathing deeply as chan helps you ride out your orgasm. planting soft kisses around your neck and face, before carefully pulling out the wet dildo and tossing it on the end of the bed. you instinctively close your legs, turning your body around to face him, pulling him in for a kiss. his hands take a hold of your ass, pulling your body towards you so you’re straddling him, and it takes all of his willpower to not come when you start grinding him down.

“you, fuck, you should take care of that,” chan mumbles, moaning when he feels your wet entrance tease his cock. “fuck, fuck, i’m not going to last,”

“i-i know,” you breathily reply back, feeling chan’s fingers slip inside you again. “grab the lube, honey.”

his free hand searches the nightstand for the bottle of lube, while you ride on his fingers. he lets out more desperate groans, you can tell he’s trying to imagine you riding him, how you clench around him, how you enjoy messing with him. he pats your leg, signalling you to lay on your back against the fluffy duvet, and you oblige. chan tosses the bottle of lube to you, grabbing a condom and tearing it with his teeth.

“i’m glad you know you’re hot,” you murmur, watching him with hungry eyes as he slowly rolls the condom on, jerking himself off. he grabs the bottle of lube, uncaps it, and pours a generous amount on his dick. he motions the pillow so he can put it under your hips. “it makes me wanna jump you even more.”

“you’re so mean.”

“but you like it when i’m mean,” you gasp when his fingers slip inside you again. he scissors you, enjoying how he toys with you.

“who’s mean now?”

“my, fuck, my point still stands,” you exhale, feeling yourself shake. “it’s called being versatile.”

chan laughs at that, and you try to find more friction, hips jerking when he briefly reaches the sweet spot.

“spread your legs.” chan says, removing his fingers and putting them on your lips. you open your mouth, and his fingers slip inside, and you relish how you taste, teasing his fingers with your tongue. he moans, removes his fingers out of your mouth, licks of his thumb and toys with your clit. you hiss at the sensitivity. “come on, honey.”

“so bossy,” you scoff, spreading your legs. chan just clicks his tongue at you, holding onto your hip with one hand, holding his dick in the other to guide himself in.

“you should behave.”

“then fuck me til i can’t think.”

chan slips inside, the stretch feeling familiar, but you still need a moment to adjust. you glance at the mirror, admiring how toned his back is, and let out a quiet moan, telling him to start moving. the sound you make encourages chan to move his hips. once he bottoms out, he picks up the pace, running a hand through his hair, groaning while fucking you against the mattress.

“i hate it how, fuck! coach needs to let me live, fuck, fuck,” you try to speak but your brain goes mush the more chan slams his hips against yours. “channie, you need to stop being so hot.”

“i know i’m hot,” chan groans when you try to fuck him back. the position is a little weird, but chan appreciates your enthusiasm, so he slows his pace, slipping out from you and gently flips you over so you’re on your side, facing the mirror again. he spoons you, spreading your legs before slipping inside again. “do you know how hot you are?”

“y-yes, fuck, you fuck me so well,” you sigh, eyes closing as your hands grip the duvet, listening to how wet you are the more he pounds into you. “more, please, fuck, fuck.”

“look at the mirror, baby.”

“i kinda don’t want to.” you joke.

“why not?” chan slows his pace again, whispering hotly in your ear. “you should see how well i fuck you, baby. how you stretch so perfect around me, the faces you make when you feel good, do you know i love making you feel good? i hope you know, baby, i’ll never get tired of giving you everything. open your eyes, you’re such a good little slut for me, it makes me wanna ruin you.”

“chan,” you breathe out, opening your eyes, seeing how chan is placing kisses on your shoulder while he continues to fuck you. “enjoy the show as much as you want.”

“i know, i know,” he chuckles, gripping your hips tighter, and he goes even faster. “you’re— fuck— too perfect for me, my little slut.”

“i’m close, mmrgh,” you whisper, letting out a whine. you clench around him, trying to tell him to go faster. “baby, please, come with me.”

“come on, baby, come for me, oh that’s my good girl, that’s it,” chan praises in your ear, going faster and you feel yourself orgasm, letting yourself unfold in the pleasure, breathing deeply. chan moans in your ear, hips stuttering as he reaches his climax, slowly riding it out before he stops, breathing quietly as he wraps an arm around you. you feel him plant kisses on your shoulder, telling you how well you did for him. you feel him soften, and he carefully slips out, quickly getting off the bed to discard the condom, before spooning you, bodies entangled, the love you both share illuminated by the dim lampshade.

“you okay, honey?”

“yeah, just tired. and gross. it was really good.” you mumble, kissing chan’s arm, and chan peppers your face with kisses.

“good, i’m glad,” chan softly says, running a hand through your hair. “shall we take a bath?”

“as long as you carry me there.”

“so spoiled.”

“i know, but you love me.”