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No Body, No Crime - Part IV (Reylo Fanfic)

Summary: Assassin!Rey Palpatine is on her first mission for the evil Darth Sidious. The goal is simple: kill Prince!Ben Solo by any means necessary.

Pairing: Rey + Ben Solo

Rating: E

Continuity: Canonverse AU

A/N: This chapter ended up being longer than I intended whoops! You’re welcome haha 😆

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No Body, No Crime - Part IV

By: sushigirlali

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Hanna City, Chandrila

Morning

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Ben knocked on the bathroom door when Rey failed to emerge twenty minutes later. “Rey?” he called. “Are you alright? May I come in?”

“Yes,” was her muffled reply.

Curious, he slid open the door. “Rey?” he said again when he didn’t immediately see her.

“In here!”

Realizing she must be in his walk-in closet, Ben crossed the room. “What are you–oh, Force–what happened?” Sitting on the floor of his closet, a hurricane of clothing surrounding her, Ben could clearly see the young woman behind the assassin.

Rey had the grace to look guilty as he took in the absolute disaster before him. Numerous shirts, robes, pants, and other accessories lay strewn around the closet on top of stools, shelves, and on the floor. And was that a slipper hanging off an antique wall sconce?

“Hey, so… I just thought–um–maybe, I could dress you too?” she said sheepishly. “And then I couldn’t figure out how to match the pieces together or what colors you like or if it would clash with whatever you picked out for me and… yeah.”

Her earnest explanation instantly melted his shock into bemusement. “Need a hand? You look like you’re about to drown in silk.”

“No,” she glared, “I can do it.”

“You sure? People consider me to be pretty fashionable around here,” he teased.

“Don’t believe everything your mother tells you,” she shot back.

“Ouch, sweetheart, that stings,” he laughed.

It felt good to be able to joke with her, to talk of less serious things than war. Further, they seemed to share an interest in beautiful things. Although it was unlikely Rey had ever been able to express herself freely on Exegol, he hoped in time she would develop a fashion sense all her own. But until then, Ben was happy to play dress up.

“So, what outfit am I wearing today?” she said casually.

Pretending he didn’t know what she was doing, that she wasn’t asking for his help, he confidently strolled to the opposite side of the closet to select a flowy dress dyed with an ombre of yellow, pink, and purple. It was another one of his grandmother’s and a personal favorite.

Dramatically brandishing the ostentatious dress, he smiled when she eyed the length and quantity of fabric. “I think this will do nicely for a casual jaunt around town. Don’t you?”

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“Yeah, I can really tell you’re going for casual,” Rey said several minutes later as Ben intricately twisted and styled her hair. Not that she would ever admit it, but his work looked beautiful from her vantage point in front of his vanity mirror. And what’s more, it made her feel beautiful.

“My mother tells me I’m a natural at recreating the hairstyles of her homeworld,” he informed her. “And yes, I believe her.”

Rey rolled her eyes, half in amusement and half in self defense. The way Ben’s fingers were moving in her hair, and occasionally diverted to massage her neck and shoulders, was slowly driving her crazy. Plus, there were the sounds he was making…

“Oh, yeah,” he basically moaned, pleased with whatever braid he was tying off. “This might just be my best work yet.”

At his statement, something unpleasant occurred to her. “Have you done this a lot?”

“Braided hair?” he said absently. “Sure.”

“How many times?” she scowled.

“Dozens.”

“With how many partners?”

“Huh?” He looked up then.

“How many partners have you—you hoodwinked with this whole hair styling seduction routine?” she demanded.

“I’m sorry, but—what?”

Rey batted away his hands and turned around on the plush vanity stool to face him. “Tell me the truth.”

“Rey, there has never been anyone else for me.” His dark eyes implored her to believe him.

“Then who—your mother,” she said in sudden understanding. “Right. Okay.” Rey turned back around to stave off further embarrassment. “Finish up, then, or your servants are going to think I’m holding you hostage in here. They’ve knocked an absurd number of times about breakfast.”

He hesitated for a moment, then slid one last hair pin in place and pronounced her done. “Let’s go get you something to eat, sweetheart, you sound a bit peckish.”

“Don’t coddle me,” she sniffed, rising to inspect the finished product in the mirror. “Nice.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He adjusted the all black attire she had picked out for him to wear, smoothing out the long, pleated tunic tucked underneath a thick belt.

The solid block of dark clothing really made the most of his pale features if she did say so herself. “It’s like we’ve switched clothing,” she mused, an unbidden sense of ownership lancing through her.

“And I’m not apologizing for… misunderstanding earlier,” she insisted out loud.

“Wasn't asking you to,” he said, throwing a matching black cloak over his broad shoulders.

“And even if there had been 100 others before me getting their hair played with after a night in your bed I wouldn’t care.”

Ben bit his plush lower lip and suddenly she didn’t want to leave his room after all. “Good to know.”

Deep down, she knew he wasn’t fooled by her false bravado, but it felt better to pretend indifference rather than admit how much she cared. “Let’s go, prince, I’m starving.”

When he offered his arm, like he often did, she took it, compromising that allowing him to guide her to the correct room was the most direct line to breakfast.

“I’m a terrible liar,” she thought, keeping the concession internal. “To him, and to myself.”

Because she certainly was starving for something and it wasn’t food.

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After breakfast, Ben steered Rey toward the hospital. He knew everything was likely in hand, but he wanted to ensure Finn’s incoming stormtroopers—however many there were—had adequate care. Plus, there were a few existing patients to check on.

For her part, Rey was looking everywhere, eyeing people closely as they passed, suspicion dripping off her. The change in her demeanor was probably due to another conversation with his mother at breakfast.

Not known for her subtlety, Leia once again warned them about treading lightly in case of spies. “You never know who to trust,” she looked pointedly at Rey, “until the chips are on the table.”

“Now you sound like dad,” he’d replied, trying to head off a lecture.

“I’m only trying to protect you, son.”

“I know, mom.”

But he really wished she wouldn’t. He knew what he was doing, the Force was with him. Probably. And his dyad, well, she was coming around. Hopefully.

“Rey?” he called, catching up to the present. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she denied, stopping in front of the hospital doors and peering around to check if anyone was following them.

“It’s not nothing, you look like you’re about to pounce on the next person who comes within ten feet of us.”

“I’m not a loth-cat,” she dismissed, staring down a man in blue robes that had been walking toward them until he changed direction.

“Rey.”

She turned finally and looked him in the eye. “What?”

“Don’t take my mother too seriously. I doubt anyone could conceal themselves long enough to do any real harm here. There are soldiers and politicians and reformed stormtroopers everywhere.”

“You’re too trusting,” she frowned.

“You’re too cynical,” he sighed.

“Maybe, but my way will keep you safe.”

Ben touched her arm. “Rey, I do feel safe when I’m with you, but you needn’t worry about me. I’m Force-sensitive too, I can handle myself in a fight.”

“Too sensitive,” she muttered.

“Excuse me?”

“I was sent here to murder you,” she reminded him.

“Yeah, but—”

“And all you’ve done is leave yourself open. I could have killed you countless ways by now,” she informed him.

“But you haven’t. Rey, we—”

“And you returned my lightsaber!”

“I thought you’d… I wanted to show you that I trust you!”

“Ben, you can’t just assume the best of people all the time,” she reprimanded. “Me, Finn, tons of other stormtroopers you’ve never even met… come on.”

“Come on what?” He crossed his arms across his broad chest. “You’re not even wearing your lightsaber. You left it in the room.”

“A decision I’m definitely regretting right now.”

“Rey—”

“Good morning!”

Turning to Kaydel, who’s sunny head was peeking out of the front door to the hospital, Ben mentally took a deep breath. Though he was happy to see his friend, the interruption was ill-timed.

“Good morning, Kaydel,” he said with forced enthusiasm.

Rey remained silent, scrutinizing the blonde with narrow eyes.

“I was just coming to find you! Thanks for making my job easier,” she grinned.

“No problem. What’s up?”

“I’ve been told that you and your lady should take the day off,” she recited.

Ben frowned. “Told by who?”

“Your uncle.”

“Hmm.” Ben wondered what the old man was up to. “But what about the preparations for the new patients? The ones already here? I should at least check on them.”

Kaydel shook her head. “We’ve got you covered. Several of the stormtroopers who arrived with Finn are medics. Combined with the other Force healers and doctors we already have on staff, we have all the help we need and more.” She paused, taking in their outfits. “By the way, did you two switch clothing or something?”

“Kind of,” Ben smiled. “What do you think?”

“You make a perfect pairing, you’ll have perfectly cute babies,” his friend teased. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Ben didn’t look at Rey, but he could feel her tense like a drawn bow. “Something like that,” he said noncommittally, wanting to defuse the situation before it became one.

“Well, I’ll take my leave,” she replied, perceptive as ever. “We’ve got it covered here, so go enjoy your day, Senator Overachiever.”

“If you’re sure?”

“I am.”

“Okay. Thanks, Kaydel.”

“Oh, and speaking of, the senate isn’t meeting today either.”

“Wait, what? Since when?”

“Since now!”

“Kaydel—”

“See you later! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” She winked before closing the door with a decisive snap.

“Uh—bye,” he said lamely before turning back to Rey. “Hey, I’m sorry about what she said. Do you want to talk—”

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“She knows about us,” Rey murmured as soon as they were alone again.

“Not exactly,” he replied. “Kaydel knows you’re important to me, but not any… specifics.”

“Did you tell her we met at a bar or a casino or fruit stand or something?” she said sardonically.

“No, I just—a fruit stand? Really?” He chuckled sweetly like she intended. His laugh was quickly becoming synonymous with needing air to breath. “What’s your favorite kind of fruit, anyway?”

“I don’t know, I’m not sure I’ve ever had real fruit.”

“What? What!” Ben looked outraged. Taking her hand, he quickly steered her toward a small market near the hospital.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

But he didn’t answer, weaving in and out of the crowd and towing her behind until they were standing in front of a Twi’lek couple and several heaping mounds of… fruit.

“You can take whatever you want, I’m buying,” he told her.

“Oh! Oh, I don’t know…” But a ripe looking green shape stuck out to her. “What’s that?” she pointed.

One of the shop owners smiled and answered before Ben could. “A pear, dear. They’re not really in season right now, but my husband was able to nurture a few in our personal garden.”

“Did it take a lot of effort?”

“Tons, but it was worth it.”

“You’re giving them away, though?” Rey questioned. “Don’t you want any for yourself if they’re special?”

“We shared one, it was delicious, but sharing with the town is our privilege and duty—and much more lucrative than eating all the inventory,” she winked.

Rey was about to speak again when a ball tumbled into her foot. Looking around, she saw it was the same youngling she had played with the night before.

“Hi, lady!” the Twi’lek child beamed. “Do you want to play ball with us again?”

“Oh, um, well…”

“Do you know this young woman, son?”

The kid nodded enthusiastically. “She’s the one who scored three times in a row yesterday! And showed me how to kick like her! She’s fun!”

Something tight uncurled inside her, lightening her heart. “Fun? Her?”

“Very fun,” Ben agreed in her mind.

“Well then,” the woman smiled, “please take a pear on the house. Thank you for being so kind to my son.”

“Kind? Her?”

“You have a kind heart.” The warmth in his tone made her flush.

“I don’t know what to say,” Rey admitted. She was floundering, confused. How did one respond to overt kindness?

“Say thank you,” Ben instructed.

“Ah—thank you.”

“You’re welcome! I'm Twila, by the way.”

“Rey.”

Twila nodded and turned to Ben. “You’ve got a keeper here, Senator. Pretty and polite!”

“I know,” Ben said. Then, looking at Rey, “She’s beautiful, one of a kind.”

Rey felt like she might throw up. “Please, please stop complimenting me.”

“No,” he grinned. Stupidly. Like a lovesick—nope. No, no, no!

Rey accepted the fruit, made a hasty excuse to the child that she’d play later, and zoomed away into the crowd, spies be damned.

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Ben lengthened his stride to keep up with Rey’s billowing skirts. “Rey, wait up, let’s talk about this.”

“Which ‘this’ is that?” she tossed over her shoulder. “Darth Sidious? Our weird connection? My inability to take a compliment?”

“Rey!” He didn’t want to make a scene, but maybe that was exactly what she needed. “Look, I know this—us—has been a lot, but—”

She whirled around, grabbed the front of his robes, and shoved him backward into an alley. Her mouth covered his before he was able to mutter another word. Putting their practice from the previous night to good use, Rey kissed him so thoroughly Ben felt his knees begin to shake.

“Rey,” he groaned, wrapping her up tight. “Rey, I’m sorry.”

Her eyebrows drew together. “What for?”

“For leaving you alone with him all these years. I should have come after you, I should have saved you,” he agonized.

“Don’t,” she whispered. “Don’t take that from me. I survived. I’m still surviving.”

“But—”

She placed a finger over his lips. “No, that’s not for you to take onto your shoulders. I may not have had an easy upbringing, but I’m who I am because of it.”

“I love who you are,” he said vehemently. “My dreams have nothing on the reality of you.” Rey’s eyes were bright, but he could tell she was struggling to accept his words. “We will have to work on your acceptance of compliments, though, sweetheart.”

She laughed, and the sound was like music. “After this whole war thing is over, maybe we will.”

——————

Afternoon

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They walked arm in arm toward his uncle’s house in compatible silence. Rey’s emotions were still settling, he could feel the conflict in her, but she seemed to be on better footing after their kiss. In fact, Ben felt more grounded himself.

Luckily, they had the afternoon off and Rey agreed that speaking with the infamous Luke Skywalker was the next logical step in figuring out their connection. And getting a sense of her grandfather’s greatest nemesis would be educational for her in its own right, he mused.

“Hey, your majesty?” Rey slowed her pace as they passed a couple of elderly senators.

“Yeah?”

“Why are those guys looking at me like that?”

Immediately on alert, he traced her gaze. “Oh, those two? My mother knows them. They happened to be off-world when Alderaan was destroyed.”

“Okay, but why are they staring? Is something wrong? Did I mess up your grandmother’s dress?”

“No, nothing like that. I think it’s because, um…” Ben felt his cheeks heat. “I may have used some very traditional, very formal braiding techniques when I did your hair this morning.”

“They’re staring because of my hair? Why?” She looked skeptical. “I saw it, it’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you think so,” he grinned.

She huffed out a breath. “Don’t get used to it. And don’t change the subject!”

“Well…”

“Ben Solo!”

He held his hands out in a placating manner. “These particular braids might also maybe be kind of used exclusively during… wedding ceremonies.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Rey pinched the bridge of her nose like a headache was oncoming. “Is that why your mom was so bent out of shape this morning and going on about spies and trust and shit?”

“Probably,” he said sheepishly, “but she’ll get over it.”

“But will I?” Rey shot him a look of mock outrage. “I might actually have to kill you now. And I was just beginning to change my mind. Such a shame.”

“Don’t worry,” he grinned, “I’ll make it up to you later.”

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“Well, I have to say I’m disappointed,” Rey muttered.

“Maybe we should knock harder?” Ben frowned. “Or just blast the door open.”

“He’s not here.”

“Yeah,” he said, “but it would make me feel better.”

Rey laughed. “I bet your mother would love that.”

“She’s been known to destroy door jams from time to time,” he chuckled. “But seriously, I wonder what the old man is plotting.”

“What do you mean?” Rey looked up at him.

“He didn’t want me working today, but isn’t here to answer questions now. It doesn’t make sense. Unless…”

“Unless?” she pressed.

“Unless he saw something,” Ben contemplated.

“A premonition?”

“Perhaps,” he said slowly. “Luke has been known to jet off to parts unknown to avoid interfering with the Force’s plans in the past.”

“You talk about the Force like it has consciousness,” she said, interest clear on her pretty face.

“I’m not an expert, I quit Jedi training when I was a teenager to pick up my many other hyphenated titles, but I do know that the Force is not a power you have. It’s the energy between all things, a tension, a balance… what?” He paused at Rey’s wide smile; he felt humbled that she was letting him see it. “What is it, Rey?”

“I don’t know, you seem different,” she said thoughtfully.

“You do too,” he returned. “Ever since…”

“The night we met,” she finished.

They stared at each other for long moments, their breathing slowly syncing up. Then their heart beats, their thoughts, and a simultaneous blooming deep in—

“Hey, if it isn’t my two favorite Jedi!” Finn bounded up to them and slapped them both on the back. “But don’t tell the General, okay?”

Ben sighed as if in severe pain, reaching for Rey’s arm. He was gratified when she looped hers through his once again. “Literally none of us are Jedi, Finn.”

“Not by any metric,” Rey glared, but she was half smiling too. It was hard to be annoyed with Finn, he knew.

“So, uh… I was wondering if you’d heard anything about Poe?” Finn asked quietly.

“Ah, the point emerges,” Ben replied. “All I know is he's running point on the bombers. They’re coordinating with Rose’s team for that other thing too.”

“Who’s Poe?” Rey queried.

“My boyfriend,” Finn said at the same time as Ben said, “A pain in my ass.”

“And what other thing?” she continued.

“This one doesn’t miss anything, does she?” Finn winked.

“She doesn't,” Rey confirmed.

At Ben’s nod of approval, Finn filled her in. “Our friend Rose is working another angle, she’s got a contact inside the First Order.”

“A spy?” Rey stood up straighter.

“Oh, don’t get her started,” Ben sighed.

“Shut up,” she said sweetly, then to Finn, “Please continue.”

“That’s about it, we’re just waiting for the final go ahead. However,” he lowered his voice, “I think Rose may come back with more than a hunky red-headed spy.”

“Huh?”

“I swear on the last holo it looked like they had just been fu—”

“Okay!” Ben intervened. “So, did my mother say when all the excitement is going to occur?”

“Sometime within the next few days,” Finn said somberly. “Could push to next week if there are any major issues.”

“Still, that’s so soon!” Rey exclaimed. “Why didn’t the senate meet today then?”

Ben and Finn exchanged a long look, then said in unison, “Spies.”

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Evening

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They spent the rest of the day bouncing around town, alternating between speaking in hushed tones to Finn and Leia as updates came in and introducing Rey to the locals. She wasn’t sure which conversations were the most productive, but all of them were exhausting.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she yawned when they retreated to Ben’s room after dinner.

“The same thing that’s wrong with all of us,” Ben responded as he locked the door and walked to the bed. He sat down and removed his boots and socks.

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“The near constant feeling of flight or fight, except you can’t escape what’s coming and the fight never seems to arrive,” he said sagely.

She mulled over his words for a minute. “That actually makes sense.” Then, smirking, “Surprised you thought of it, your highness.”

“Brat,” he said affectionately.

The look on his face, sort of soft and dreamy, made her tingle all over. What’s more, she wanted him too. It was a tough pill to swallow, even after last night, but she did. If truth be told, she’d never wanted anything so badly, not even the acceptance she once sought from Darth Sidious.

Ben made wanting him easy, made wanting a future outside of the grim reality of her childhood seem possible, and she was tired of resisting his gravitational pull. It had only been two days, but it already felt like she’d lived a lifetime with him.

“Remember what you promised earlier?” she said in what she hoped was a seductive tone.

“That I’d make it up to you?” His dimpled smile told her that she had succeeded.

“It’s later,” she said softly. Then, not so softly, “Take off your shirt.”

Dark eyes twinkling, Ben stood and unclasped first his cloak and then his belt. The black shirt took a moment longer as he worked the invisible side zipper down and pulled it over his head. His hair was mused after, but she barely noticed, staring at the wide swath of skin now exposed from the waist up.

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

Smiling, he moved behind her. She started to turn, but he grasped her shoulders and stopped her. His palms were warm and teasing, kneading her tight muscles for a moment before tracing the back of her neck. She shivered before she could control her reaction.

“May I?” he asked huskily, touching the back of the metallic collar holding her dress up.

Excitement raced through her, anticipation trumping the weariness of the day. She tilted her head forward, allowing him to undo the clasp. He smoothed the fabric down her body, which pooled in a mass of multicolored silk at her feet. Ben’s hands crept back up her sides, circled around her stomach, then captured her small breasts.

“Do you like the lingerie I picked out for you?” he rumbled, pressing his massive chest to her back.

His deep voice rolled through her, and all she could do was nod. The matching butter yellow lace set was comfortable despite its delicacy and she could at least admit to herself that wearing such beautiful garments boosted her confidence. “Who knew?” Ben Solo apparently.

He teased her nipples through the thin fabric, lightly pinching her stiff peaks until she was arching against him. “Can I take it off?” He tried to sound in control, but the fine tremor in his voice betrayed his eagerness.

“Yes,” she managed, his desire reinforcing her own.

She made a disappointed sound when he stepped back and he chuckled. But just as she was about to complain, he released the catch of her bra and let it drop to the floor. Within seconds he was pressed against her again, touching her bare breasts, kissing the side of her neck, letting his appreciation of her body be known…

“I’ve touched your penis, but somehow this is more intimate,” she said with unconscious humor.

Ben’s chest shook against her back and he broke out in a cross between a laugh and a groan.

“What?”

“I’m trying to pamper you, so let’s try to ignore my penis for now.” Ben’s breath tickled her ear in a strangely delightful way.

“I’ve never been pampered before,” she said coyly, pushing her hips backward into his.

He hissed as his cock made contact with her ass. “Rey,” he said warningly.

“I can’t help that I feel restless,” she whined, “I should be doing something too.”

“You are doing something,” he stated.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, slipping one large hand down her stomach and under the waistband of her panties, “you’re making it difficult to think of anything but putting my tongue inside you.”

“Oh!” she squeaked as two long fingers circled her damp opening.

“Is that something you want?” he whispered against her ear.

“I—I don’t know,” she said shakily, leaning back into his big body again, wanting to feel his hardness, his heat.

“Rey,” he admonished softer this time.

“Please, let me feel you,” she whispered back. “I–oh, Force! Ben!” Rey clutched him as his fingers slid into her body, one hand on his forearm and the other on his hip.

“I can curl my fingers in just the right way with you standing like this,” he nearly growled, demonstrating his point to mind-numbing perfection. “Do you like it this way? Tell me if you like what I’m doing to your body.”

“Yes! Yes!”

For all his pedigree, Ben’s bedside manner was intense bordering on domineering. He was all around her, inside her, body and mind. “What do you need?” His thumb circled her clitoris, first lightly and then urgently. “This? Do you need this? Need me?”

“Yes! Ben! Please!”

She was out of her mind, in his, floating on a wave of euphoria as his fingers strummed her body like a finely tuned instrument. “You’re nearly there, sweetheart. You’re so responsive, so sexy, everything I’ve ever wanted.”

The next caress had her screaming as his words and ministrations merged into a feedback loop that built and built until an infinite stream of pleasure coursed through her. “Ben!”

——————

She was laying on the bed when she regained consciousness, Ben kneeling between her damp thighs. “Are you alright?” He looked worried, like he had done something wrong.

“Yes, but I–I’ve never felt this way before,” she admitted, needing to reassure him. “Ben, you’re…”

He smiled, bending to kiss her. Compared to how he’d just dominated her body, the kiss was sweet and comforting. “I’m glad. I lost you for a few minutes there and was afraid…”

“You never have to be afraid of making love to me,” she said, surprising them both. “I mean, um, I–”

“So, you wouldn’t be opposed to… a little more pampering?” His smile was wolflike.

“N–no.”

His hands went to her hips, caressing the sides of her underwear. “I want to taste you.”

“Okay,” she gulped. “If you really want to.”

“I want to.”

Eyeing the front of his black trousers, she could believe it. “Oh!” she gasped when he bent to pull her underwear off with his teeth. “Force, Ben! That’s–I like that.”

He looked up from under his unfairly long lashes. “I like you.” Stuffing her panties into his back pocket, Ben grasped her knees and spread her legs wide. “Damn. Look how wet you are, sweetheart.”

Her breathing quickly grew labored as he stared at her pussy like a man starving. “Is it normal?”

“How we feel about each other?” Ben said absently, easily grasping her meaning. He leaned down to kiss the inside of her thighs, seeming to breathe in her scent before delicately touching his tongue to the hood of her clitoris. “No, it’s not normal. It’s extraordinary.”

Laying back, letting him do what he wanted to her, Rey realized that Palpatine had given her a gift. He couldn’t comprehend human emotions, it was clear to her now. And although she still didn’t quite understand what a dyad was, she knew how it felt. And it was, in fact, extraordinary.

——————

Later, she traced her fingers down his chest to rest on the prominent bulge tenting his high waisted pants. “What about you?”

He captured her wrist and brought her hand to his lips. “Just lay with me,” he murmured, pulling her closer. “I just want to be close to you.”

Rey closed her eyes, trying to contain the riotous emotions surging through her. He loved her. She knew it in an instant. He loved her.

“Ben,” she whimpered, curling toward him. Nobody had ever loved her before.

“Shh, it’s alright. I'm here.”

She clutched him tighter, throwing an arm and leg over his body like the night before. But this time she fell into a dreamless sleep, safely resting with her cheek over his heart.

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A/N: The story is wrapping up, and I promise a nice big bow 😁 Hope y’all are enjoying it! Feels good to write again after tros.

#reylo #kylo ren #ben solo #rey #reylo fanfic #reylo fic #sushigirlali #my fanfiction

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silverinerivers · 5 months

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20 questions for fic writers!

tagged by @chubsthehamster, thank you friend! I am feeling alive and have some time (as in I am procrastinating) so why not!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

91 on my main, 32 on my short works acct!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

748,078

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly anime/manga fandoms, but I hop around based on my current interests. My top fandoms by work count are tower of god, hxh, and sk8, but I've mostly been stuck in bsd hell since last year so until that gets under control that's where I'll be!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I actually stopped checking stats (like got a skin so I can't see it unless I go to my stats page) so yeah! let's go with my top 5 fav fics right now instead!

backsliding: bllk, nagireo, 4k, rated t. exes fake dating in front of their friends to avoid having to talk about why they broke up, AGAIN. it's so fun!

Collateral Damage: hxh, killugon, 9k, rated t. aka when Bisky said to Killua “you can’t stay with Gon”, but for real. aka my heart broke writing this goddamn it.

Inevitably; daiya, miyumei, 30k, rated e. my love letter and ship manifesto for miyumei through canon. you know when writers say they wrote in a trance fugue state fueled by love and lack of sleep? this was me. loved every moment!

you're my mortal flaw (and I'm your fatal sin): yuumori, sherliam, 17k, rated m. the hunger games sherliam au of my dreams. this was an absolute joy to write all my fav parts of the hunger games au without having to learn how to write action. vibes and feelings only!!!

you are the magic in me: tog, khunbam, 60k, rated m. the hogwarts au that got me through the pandemic and fully back into fandom after a long hiatus. this will always have such a soft spot in my heart. it gave me so much joy to write and led me to meet so many amazing fandom friends, for which I will always be grateful <3

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I try my hardest to reply to every one. I'm a lot slower now than I used to be, but I do treasure them!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

it's ironic that people knew me for fluff and now I don't know how to write fluff and have to pick between MULTIPLE angsty fics. Probably Collateral Damage right now, since it made ME feel bad writing it ;-;

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think you are the magic in me or skyfall were both pretty long fics with a well-deserved happy ending that I knew I wanted the characters to have!

8. Do you get hate on fic?

I've gotten a bit here and there, mostly on my e-rated fics when I venture into more 'problematic' categories. It sucks, but I'm less affected by it now than I used to be.

9. Do you write smut?

Yeah, once that door was opened there was no closing it back up haha. Honestly, it's pretty fun when I'm in the mood to write it, especially shorter scenes where I can just turn my brain off a little.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I've written a short crossover called What a Steal on my alt account where Gojo and Reigen meet and Gojo tries to recruit Mob. I don't think I have enough brainpower to map out a true crossover but this short one was fun :D

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so, and I hope it stays that way!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have a few! Not all of them were completed, but I always find it touching that people took the time to start! Same goes for podfics and art, just so touching <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've done a collab once where the general plot was mapped out per chapter and we had 6 authors and 6 artists where each of us got to craft a chapter! It was called Infinite Road where Reki & Langa travel across Canada together and it was ultra sweet and fun. Fandom is so amazing and I was honoured to be invited into this labour of love.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

ouch. ouch ouch ouch. This is too hard. BUT if I had to pick one ship that encapsulates everything I want in a ship though, it would have to be Mark/Eduardo from The Social Network. I have yet to find another ship that has so much potential on all fronts and go through the full spectrum of human emotion depending on which era you put them in. Also that fandom still has the best fic I've ever read, hands down, even if a lot of it has been wiped from the internet, it lives in my head rent free - truly foundational, lifechanging shit.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

the guilt. the guilllt. I have a ton of khunbam WIPs lying in a graveyard that I don't even want to open up again because I'd feel bad. I also really wanted to finish the miyumei royalty AU of my dreams, and I even outlined it, but it got outrageous and the fandom is pretty tiny so unfortunately I lost motivation :(

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'd say exploring character! It's the main reason I read/write fic and am in fandom in general. Make me fall in love with a character and you've got me for life.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Having a coherent plot, action scenes, finding balance between too much or no dialogue, transitions... def more where that's from and that's okay! I know what I'm not good at, and if I had the time I'd think more on how to improve. But now I just think hey, it's a precious hobby of mine and instead of working on my weaknesses, I'll just ignore them and write the way I like to write :D

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't think I'm confident in doing much more than a word or two in Japanese lol personally. I think it can be done artfully and I love it when it's pulled off well!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Card Captor Sakura I think! At least published and not like, just in my head. It's on FFN somewhere, I pretend it doesn't exist, as with the rest of my FFN stuff.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

It'll probably be you are the magic in me for a long time, but these days I still think of when and how I'll finish silence strikes like a hurricane. Can't believe I broke my rule about posting an unfinished multichapter WIP. I have an ending but no clue how to get there. oopsies.

Tagging: @lorilanda, @jusalilweird, @aikotters <3

#lulu thoughts #tag games #lulu writes

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waywardstation · 2 years

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You know in the Papa Ingo au I always assumed it was like from them collectively completing the protags mission or the og protag akari/rei showing up and just instead of being a part of Jubilife be in the time travelers group and complete their mission and save the region anyway. And by that way too, just everyone ends up home and knows that everything happened because of some dude from the past that looked like Cynthia

Papa Ingo asks masterpost part 1 (most of these are for the lord of the flies variant)

I would assume that any kids who show up would just begin helping Akari with her tasks as well, though there are some who would rather help in Jubilife’s pokemon pasture, or assist Beni at the wallflower!

In regards to Team Rocket’s involvement in this story

I do like the thought of them being kids themselves more like what the first anon says, specifically for what the second Anon says haha.

Orre kids are certainly built for hardship, I think they’d be the most ready out of anyone when they’re thrown out of the village!

I think people have suggested that we alter when Kamado kicks everyone out of the village and have it happen earlier on; I don’t think the kids would hate everyone, though! Some would definitely be more upset than others at the treatment, of course, but I’m sure there would be a lot of conflicting feelings.

If kids would start getting sick when everyone is trying to take care of Ingo and get him better, then that would certainly be concerning! I could see kids forcing others who are sick to go lie down. Both to get better, and to keep the sickness from spreading to the whole group. They have work to do!!

Oh that is an interesting thought! (Silver probably would not understand that, despite…also living through the same events too? Someone did suggest at one point silver is also here haha. He would unknowingly be seeing how problematic his dad was as a kid)

Like above! I bet Giovanni would meet a lot of people as kids, before they all grow into the characters we know them as, and as the people they know each other as.

It is certainly a mind bender, I’m having a hard time properly comprehending that haha.

That would be so sad!! Can you imagine finally getting the medicine you need to help take care of the person you’re trying to save, only to be thrown back to the time you originally came from right before you could give him the medicine? Ouch!!

It would certainly be hard to explain what happened, since everyone would return to the times they were pulled from, which happened way before Ingo actually disappears! Only after he disappears would it probably become easier for people to believe them.

Oh man I’m sorry! I could see them especially wanting to visit the subway after all of this happened at some point, especially after hearing about how “some subway boss disappeared suddenly.” As they look into it, they all desperately realize that it sounds an awful lot like what happened to them. And the subway bosses’ name…Some might come close to gear station out of morbid curiosity, and some might do it at the same time.

#papa ingo au #lord of the flies variant #I’m sorry it took so long to get to all of these ack #thank you for being patient

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not-close-to-straight · 1 year

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This is all a completely out of order stream of consciousness. Bear with me.

Eleven calling Billy Papa Bear!! Billy calling her Bear Cub!! He's gonna be in such close proximity to her for a while and I just know she's the only one of the kids he'll openly admit to liking.

Similarly, him seeing her use her power, panicking, and Joyce just fucking sedating him.

Steve damn near feral to protect him, ready to fight Hopper!! His complete blanking out, going into survival mode to save his mate! The fact that he must have had this plan already to have it so thoroughly thought out... Ouch.

Susan's confusion and terror, I know she feels so lost and hopeless. The cycle of abuse and letting Neil back in.... Double ouch.

Hopper immediately vowing that Billy is never going back to that house.

Max gagging, unable to breathe through the fog of panicked, pained Omega. Just wanting to be able to help but it's so much she can't even think straight.

This chapter DID hurt and I cannot WAIT for Neil to get his fucking reckoning.... And for Billy and Steve to have All The Comfort.

Neil remains fucking terrifying. The sick joy he feels knowing his goading is working and he's about to get to beat the fuck out of his son. I want to take the bat to him myself.

This chapter was so good. Because it was so painful. So... Fuck you.

Okay haha okay FIRST of all ending this ask with "fuck you" made me literally laugh out loud, that is so funny. I've never had more affectionate or heartfelt "fuck you"s than the ones I get from readers at the end of intense chapters lmaoooo

I could write for DAYS about Billy and El. In canon she is one of the only people in the entire world who actually knows who Billy is deep down into his soul and if Billy would have survived, I know they would have at least had something of a bond. And SHE IS actually the only kid that Billy meets and doesn't immediately react with annoyance too. Cos yeah, he's nice to the kids now and he might even like Baby Byers and Lucas, but he met El and instantly was gentle and softer spoken and tried hard to not come across as threatening or even annoyed.

OKAY AND-- Max gagging cos she can't breathe through Steve's emotions. Back in chapter...six? When Steve and Billy just about do the deed in the car and then have to leave and Max goes to get in the car and she blushes super hard and is like "is that steve's scent??" and Billy is like GET OUT YOU CAN'T SMELL THAT GET OUT like a whole idiot? I added that in AFTER I'd already sort of planned this scene. Not all of my Omegaverse AU's are this scent marker intense, but there's a huge emphasis on it for this fic and I really wanted that moment where Steve is so so far gone into his grief that it's physically distressing. Like, Steve isn't just upset he isn't just sad. He's so soul deep devastated that the scent of it has Max physically sick to her stomach gagging coughing she can't BREATHE cos the force of his emotions is that strong.

And then the way Steve just snaps into cold nothing right after that. 1000% concerning because it means that 1) he grew up so alone that he's learned to force his emotions down and away as a matter of survival, so super sad. or 2) something in his brain/psyche broke just a little bit and that's why he washes out like that. Either way. Horrifying.

This chapter was all sorts of Hurt but next chapter is basically all comfort after a small neil related incident right at the beginning, so it will fix all the damage to your heart lolol

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jessikahathaway · 2 years

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Taming the Beast - Part IV

Thank you to @knjsnoona for the impeccable banner. Amelia, you are wonder. And thank you to @queenofthedamnit. My lovely beta Ryn, who puts up with my whining on the daily. Love you b.

But please enjoy! I worked hard on this chapter for you <3

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V) X Reader

Genre: Romance, Prince!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut (Haha, it's here).

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence, Gender inequality, smut in the form of: oral (f. receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do as I write peeps safe sex is great sex), dom/sub dynamics, dom!Tae, sub!Reader, dirty talk, he calls her princess. (If I forgot anything please let me know nicely, thank you!)

Words: 6.9k

Summary: You were the next in line to be the head of your village, when your mother gave you to the enemy to save your people from merciless slaughter. What happens when they try to Tame a Beast?

The guards separated you and Taehyung shortly after the wedding feast.

You were whisked away by the handmaidens and taken up to a different portion of the palace. You were no longer in your own wing, no, this was different. They shoved you into another bath, scrubbing exceptionally hard.

“Ouch! Hey, watch it!” you growled.

“Shush, you are about to be presented to the Prince and you need to be as perfect as we can get you,” one maid said.

You bit your lip. There was aggression in their movements. They were either jealous or angry that a ‘savage’ like you was going to bed their beloved Prince. How utterly ridiculous. Taehyung was probably going to be far too frightened to bed you.

They wrapped you in pretty fabric, but it was easy to undo. You tried to calm your racing heart as they fluffed your hair lightly, but kept it wet.

“How do you think she looks?” One of the maids asked, looking at you with an appraising stare. Like you were some kind of object. Your blood boiled, but you sat still.

“It’ll have to do,” one older maid said, “we must hurry, the Prince will be waiting for her.”

You look at the ring on your finger, and in this moment, you missed Elaine’s gentle touches. She may have disliked you, but she never insulted you. Well, at least to your face anyways. Or maybe she did.

Whatever, you liked Elaine better than these brats.

Soon, you were walking down the hall in your silks and bare feet.

There were guards outside Taehyung’s door. Ah yes, to confirm the consummation. Well, best to get it over with rather than agonize for months.

The door opened and you were practically thrown inside. You heard the slamming of the wood and knew you were sealed in for the night. Gingerly, you lifted your head and saw Taehyung sitting on the other side of the bed. He was in a white loose shirt, looking out the window as he sat still in the night light.

You didn’t know what to say. You knew he was aware of your presence. But you didn’t want to disturb him.

After a while of standing Taehyung spoke.

“Are you scared?” He asked.

“Not much scares me, you certainly don’t,” you answered.

“What scares you?” He asked. You wondered what this had to do with consummation of your marriage, but you played along.

“Truly…?”

You thought for a moment, what did scare you?

Taehyung waited for you to answer.

“Failure. Being a disappointment to my people. That scares me,” you answered honestly.

Taehyung seemed to mull your words over in his head.

“Taehyung-”

“I’m scared of the same thing.”

“Of failure?” You questioned.

“Being a disappointment, failure… I’m scared of it all,” Taehyung whispered.

“Well, I can’t tell you you won’t fail. I’m not certain I won’t fail either. But, what matters is learning from your mistakes. Those who ignore their failures are ignorant, they only see their achievements, not their losses. People who take their losses into account, win more.”

Taehyung was silent.

“I’ve failed you,” he said. “I’ve been a terrible fiancé.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being in love, and I’m sorry you had to lose her the way you did,” you said. Taehyung had been mourning the loss of Elaine, but the wedding and planning had put a wrench in his grieving.

Especially now that they wanted him to bed another woman.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Taehyung said weakly.

You’d figured this would be hard for him. But if you didn’t consummate this marriage then you’d both be in trouble. You’d be under more ridicule than you already were, and Taehyung would no doubt be in for another beating…

“Taehyung,” you whispered.

“What?” He asked, turning towards you.

“It’s okay to be nervous, but, it’s just me.”

“I know, but, Elaine was the only one I’ve ever-”

“Do you trust me?” You asked, looking at him from across the room.

Taehyung was silent for a moment. Your heart was in your throat.

“Yes, I trust you,” he said quietly.

“Then can I come closer?”

“Yes,” he said even softer.

You walked forward and sat down on the bed.

You’d never really been one for a delicate approach to anything, but you were slowly starting to understand this man. And your usual methods weren’t going to be helpful with him.

Generally you didn’t care about things like that, but with Taehyung you’d both gone through so much together. Even if it felt like you were alone in this huge palace, Taehyung was probably feeling the same thing right now.

And maybe you could change that.

“We don’t have to hide from each other. We’re married now. We should at the very least be allies with one another,” you stated.

“Allies?” he asked, softly underneath his breath.

“Yes. Your court isn’t too pleased I’m an outsider, your court is also not pleased that you’ve been in relations with a servant girl.”

Taehyung winced at that.

“Really, if you look at it, all we have is each other. So why not be allies at the very least?”

Taehyung thought for a moment.

“What do you want from being allies?” he asked.

“I want to see my mother again,” you said, soft and gentle. Like the word was the most valuable thing in your possession.

“You want to see your mother? I thought your tribe was to follow you now,” he said.

“Just because they follow me doesn’t guarantee me seeing my mother. I want you to find a way for me to see her,” you explained.

“And what would I get out of you being my ally?” he asked.

“My cooperation, and loyalty,” you announced.

“Cooperation?”

“Yes, I will be a model bride for you. And I will be loyal to you. Only you,” you said with conviction.

“You swear it?”

“I swear on my father’s grave,” you declared.

“Very well, I will see about getting you and your mother reunited. But in the meantime, behave yourself,” he sighed.

“I will do my very best,” you said.

The room was silent for a few moments, before you spoke again.

“Shall we consummate our marriage now?” you asked, raising a brow and looking at the bed.

Taehyung choked.

“I-I don’t think-”

“We have to, don’t we? Lest they find our marriage null and void in the morning and you no longer have access to my warriors,” you asked.

Taehyung cursed, a sharp tone that made your ears perk.

“You’re right, but-”

You stood up and dropped your dressing gown, revealing your naked body.

Taehyung’s eyes bulged out of his head as he averted his gaze.

“What are you doing?” he asked, shocked.

“You're my husband now, aren’t you supposed to look?” you asked, confused.

“Well, yes but-”

“There’s no need to drag this out longer than we have to, so let’s just get to it,” you said, placing your hands confidently on your hips.

Taehyung’s eyes remained off of you.

“Have you ever... been with anyone?” he asked.

“No, but that shouldn’t be a problem, correct?”

Taehyung swallowed audibly.

“It’s painful for a woman’s first time,” he warned.

“I’m sure I’ve suffered worse,” you said, waving him off.

“When did you last bleed?” He questioned, his head turned away from you still.

“Why do you ask?” You wondered aloud.

“Because I’m not ready for children yet,” he whispered.

Your mouth opened and shut for a moment. Elaine had been claiming a pregnancy before she’d died, but there was no proof either way. You understood Taehyung’s wanting to wait, you weren’t ready for a child yet either.

“The risk is low right now,” you said.

Taehyung let out a shaky breath before turning his head and taking in your body. You stood still, letting him get acclimated to the sight. Slowly, he lifted his arm and placed a cool hand on your warm flesh. Taehyung rubbed over your scarred skin. Fights from your training as a child had marred your body, but right now instead of being disgusted like you’d expected, Taehyung was gently caressing every raised inch of your skin.

“You must have trained hard,” he said quietly.

“I trained every day, sometimes until well after sunset,” you told him.

You placed your hand on his head, running your fingers through his silky tresses. Taehyung leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on your hip. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you watched his mouth trail along your lower stomach.

“Your skin is soft,” Taehyung said, looking up at you.

“Well, I was scrubbed like a stain on a dress, I’d imagine I would be,” you scoffed.

His once gentle hands tightened on you, making your face turn questioning.

“Who bathed you, and why were they rough with you?” He asked.

“I don’t remember Taehyung, there were several maids coming and going. Does it matter?” You wondered.

“Yes, I won’t let the staff abuse my wife. They’re meant to serve you, not treat you like an animal,” Taehyung said.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. It was now Taehyung’s turn to be confused.

“Quite a big change this ring has caused,” you said, holding up your hand. Taehyung frowned.

“It shouldn’t have been that way, I apologize. I should’ve seen you as an ally at the least, not a hindrance. But I want to change that, we can work together,” Taehyung said, looking up at you with his dark eyes.

Something in your stomach turned at the sight of him looking up at you. Not in a bad way either, but you felt almost feverish. Looking deep into the eyes of possibly the only person in this world that you could trust.

But what if he betrays you?

What if it’s all a ploy?

Do you risk it?

“Let me try, let me try to make it up to you,” Taehyung pleaded, lips finding your skin once more.

An involuntary noise came from you, a soft sigh, something so gentle and relaxed coming from your mouth. Taehyung’s brows shot up in surprise. You bit your lip and tried to fight the heat on your face.

“W-Was that you?”

“I-I’ve never-”

Taehyung cut you off by placing his mouth back over your lower stomach. He moved his hands to your thighs so you spread them apart slightly.

Encouraged by your movement, Taehyung got on his knees on the floor.

“Let me taste you,” he breathed against your center. His eyes flickered to yours for approval. You swallowed hard before nodding.

Carefully, Taehyung placed a gentle kiss to your womanhood. You felt his tongue come out and lick at you gingerly, as if he was afraid to scare you off. Never had you been handled in such a way. Taehyung’s hands on the backs of your thighs urged you closer.

You moved according to his direction, bringing your hips closer to his pink lips. You watched with morbid curiosity as he licked along your slit. Collecting your flavor on his tongue and bringing you sharp pleasure.

“A-ah!” You cried when Taehyung’s tongue found your entrance. He dipped inside for just a moment before going back to lave across your pearl. Your heart was beating so hard. You weren’t sure what this sensation was, but it was something you were becoming addicted to.

“Is it alright? Are you okay?” Taehyung asked, watching you with rapt attention.

He was beyond nervous.

You could see it plain as day on his face, but so were you. It was rare for you to feel so out of your depth, but right now you had no idea what to do.

“I think so,” you swallowed thick, focusing back in on Taehyung’s tongue sampling you.

“If something doesn’t feel good, tell me,” he said seriously.

“I will,” you promised.

“Good, do you want to lie down?” He asked, looking at his large bed.

“Yes, that’s most efficient,” you said, clearing your throat. You laid down on the bed, while Taehyung got up from the floor.

“It’s about what’s comfortable not efficient,” Taehyung said softly, trailing his hands along your legs, spreading them open so he could settle between them.

You gazed at him for a moment. He came back to your center, bringing his mouth to your wet core and continued to pleasure you.

Without meaning to, you let out a little gasp when he pushed his tongue inside you again.

“Do you like that?” He asked, licking his lips.

“I-I don’t know,” you flushed.

“I think you do,” Taehyung said, but there wasn’t smugness in his tone.

“Think so?” You asked softly.

“Yes, you’re still wet, getting wetter,” he said, rubbing his thumb through your folds gently, making your hips jut lightly.

“I can’t help it,” you frowned.

“Y/N,” Taehyung said quietly.

“Yes?” You raised a brow.

“Can I put my fingers inside you?”

“Why?” You couldn’t help but ask, why was he drawing this out?

“B-Because I need to prep you before I-uh… Before I put myself inside of you. Otherwise it’ll hurt,” Taehyung explained.

“I see, you think I can’t handle whatever-”

“It’s really not like that Y/N, I honestly just want to make this as painless as possible,” he said, looking at you with his deep eyes.

Taehyung knew you were going to be difficult.

But you were just nervous, Taehyung couldn’t fault you for that.

He was just as nervous. If not more so.

“Okay, do what you think is best,” you said, biting your lip harshly.

Taehyung nodded. Putting his fingers in his mouth before rubbing them along your slick gingerly. Slowly, Taehyung inserted one finger. You felt the stretch and burn, but it wasn’t painful per se. It was more of an aching feeling than anything.

“Does it hurt?”

“N-No, just…”

“Want me to move a little?”

“Just a little,” you breathed.

“Okay, just relax, it’s okay,” Taehyung said, moving his finger out a touch before pushing back in.

“Oh,” you sighed, resting your head back on the bed.

“Good?” He asked.

“Y-Yeah, feels good,” you said, letting the pleasure wash over you.

Taehyung nodded and pushed his finger back and forth within you, creating a terribly wanton ache within you. Taehyung kept moving slowly, stretching you out with his finger.

“T-Taehyung,” you hiccuped.

“What is it?”

“I-I want m-more,” you said, feeling the heat rise to your face. Taehyung smiled lightly, but nodded nonetheless.

“Okay, two fingers?” He asked.

“Yes,” you whined out.

Taehyung was trying not to smirk, but it was hard when you were such a submissive in bed. Wanting the pleasure, wanting it all. Taehyung didn’t expect you to be so demure when you got in here. But now you’re writhing underneath him. His ego inflated, he couldn’t help it. The cold Princess finally letting her guard down.

“Just breathe for me, Y/N,” Taehyung said, pushing another finger inside your entrance.

“O-Oh!” You cried, gripping the sheets tightly between your fists.

“If this is how you react to two fingers I can’t wait to see what you look like on my cock,” Taehyung growled lowly.

The room became silent.

“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to over step-”

“Please, I want it so bad,” you begged. Taehyung felt the cord within him snapping, slowly letting loose into his dominant persona.

“Yeah? Want this cock Princess? I bet you do,” he groaned when more of your slick gushed from your core.

“Give it to me Taehyung, please,” you pleaded.

Taehyung’s arm was starting to hurt with how fast he was thrusting it inside of you, but he wanted to make you cum at least once before fucking you. He could feel your insides tightening up, telling him you were close.

“Want you to cum, pretty Princess, cum for me,” he breathed, coming close to your face and placing a kiss to your lips.

“I-I feel-like I’m gonna fall apart,” you breathed harshly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Do it, do it for me Princess,” Taehyung almost pleaded.

“Oh shit, Taehyung!” You cried, before cuming all over his hand.

Your heart was pounding out of your chest and your eyes filled with tears from the intensity of your orgasm. Taehyung was breathing just as hard as you as he pulled his hand from your center, bringing it to your face.

“Taste yourself,” he said, tapping your lips with his slick fingers.

Opening your mouth slowly, Taehyung put his fingers in your mouth making you roll your tongue along his digits.

“Good girl, lick my fingers,” he encouraged. You licked and sucked with more enthusiasm. Taehyung groaned at the sensation, making your legs twitch with want. He pulled his cleaned fingers from your mouth and brought your lips together.

You traced your hands down his frame, finding the tie on his shirt and pulling it open. Cold palms found his warm flesh and you bit your lip in surprise. He was toned, but not overly so. His lower stomach was soft, but his arms were strong and firm when he pulled you on top of him.

Taehyung placed his hands gently on your sides, moving you against his warm body. You felt his throbbing cock through his pants. He was so hard…

“Move with me-oh, yesss, like that Princess,” Taehyung moaned.

“A-Am I doing it right?” You asked, looking down at Taehyung’s lust filled face.

“Perfect, doing so good,” he encouraged.

“Taehyung,” you whimpered out.

“Princess, wanna be inside you already,” he moaned.

“Yes, I want it, please,” you begged lightly.

Taehyung almost cried out when you ground down against his hardness.

“Want my cock Princess? Want it inside of you? Want my thick dick inside your tiny pussy?”

He was filthy. But it was doing everything to turn you on. You hardly could register the feelings swarming your mind right now. All you could feel was Taehyung, and he felt so good.

Taehyung brought you closer, kissing your neck and biting down on the delicate flesh there.

“Oh!” Taehyung frantically took his pants off while you pulled at his sleeves in longing.

“Soon Princess, soon,” he said, kissing you once more.

“Mmm, Taehyung, hurry and put it in,” you pleaded.

Taehyung pulled off his shirt and threw it to the side, now just as bare as you. You smiled and ran your hands over his body, the warmth of him bringing you further into the moment.

“Are you ready Princess? Ready for my cock?”

“Yes, Taehyung, please,” you beseeched.

“Okay Princess, you’ll get it,” Taehyung said, spitting onto your pussy and lining himself up with your entrance.

Slowly, he eased himself inside of you. You watched Taehyung’s face morph into what looked like pain but you knew it was pleasure. You felt the fullness overwhelming you.

“H-Hold on,” you said, breathless.

“Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?” Taehyung asked, frantic.

“No no, I’m fine. I just need a moment,” you said, breathing deeply.

“Okay, let me know when I can move,” he said.

You waited a few seconds, waiting to adjust to the intrusion. But Taehyung was patient, kissing your chest and up to your lips while he waited for your go ahead.

“Alright, you can move,” you said softly.

Taehyung nodded before giving a gentle thrust into your wet heat.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, looking down at you with a light sparkle in his dark eyes. You found yourself drawn into his orbs, looking back at you with such gentleness.

“T-Taehyung,” you whimpered out.

“Yes Princess, what do you need?” He asked.

“Touch me, touch me please,” you begged.

“Where?” He questioned, looking for direction. Not answering with words, you took his hand and placed it over your breast. Taehyung palmed your chest, making you moan out in appreciation.

“Like that,” you cried, head thrown back.

“So pretty like this,” Taehyung muttered. You peered up at him with your big eyes and Taehyung felt his heart stammer.

He pushed forward a little harder, making a gasp fall from your lips with his urgency.

“Feels so good, mmm, fuck,” he growled. Taehyung was about fit to burst, but he held off, knowing that you would come first. He needed to see it again. The way your lips parted in a beautiful O that made him want to kiss you endlessly.

“Taehyung, fuck, oh Gods,” you moaned.

“Say my name, fucking say it. I want to hear you scream my name Princess,” he groaned.

“Tae-hyung, fuck, harder, fuck me harder,” you squeaked.

“I will baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk tomorrow,” he moaned.

You gripped his shoulders tightly as he started rutting into you at an alarming rate. Taehyung seemed to slip away at this point, turning into a feral beast. Your heart was hammering against your rib cage, like a bird trying to get free. Your vision was going blurry as you tried to hold on.

“Look at me Princess, focus on me, let me see you cum. You’re so close aren’t you? Just wanna cum huh? I’ll give it to you, isn’t that right Princess? Fucked so silly for me, my bride, my wife. Going to make you my Queen,” Taehyung moaned out.

Taehyung sounded so sure, unlike any other time you’ve heard him speak. Generally the man was more reserved but, right now he was fucking you like a savage. You tried to keep your eyes open, but the sensations coursing through you were more than you could take.

“Taehyung, something-I’m-ah!” You cried, trying to keep your head on straight but your lower stomach burst into a fiery explosion that took your breath away.

“Fuck that’s it pretty girl, keep going. Cum all over me, want to see you make a mess,” he said.

Your thighs were starting to shake as he kept pushing forward into you. “Ah, Taehyung, w-what-oh!”

“So close baby, so close,” he whimpered, rolling his hips into yours seductively.

“Oh my fucking-Taehyung!”

“Y/N!” He yelped, pulling out quickly and warmth spread on your lower stomach.

“Shit,” you huffed, looking up at the ceiling.

Taehyung came into your field of view and looked at your face with concern.

“Are you alright?” He asked, timid nature creeping back in.

“What the fuck was that?” You asked, looking at him with confusion.

“Um, I’m also confused. What are you talking about?” He questioned.

“What did I just do?” You said, looking down at your mess with burning hot cheeks.

“You, uh, came?”

“What does that mean?” You asked.

“Have you never touched yourself?”

“Not like that, no,” you said, breathless even still.

“Well, it’s called an orgasm. But the slang terminology is to cum or you came,” Taehyung winced at the awkwardness filling this air.

“Can we do it again?”

“What.”

“That was the best feeling I’ve ever felt in my life, I want to do it again,” you said, pushing him down on the bed and crawling on top of him. Taehyung couldn’t help but feel his lower stomach twinge in interest.

“Well-uh-wait!”

“Why aren’t you hard still?”

“Oh dear God,” Taehyung lamented, rubbing his face.

“Am I not attractive enough? No, that can’t be it, you were hard because of me before,” you muttered.

“Can we not have this conversation now, I-I can’t go again so soon,” he said.

“How long do you need?” You asked, eagerly.

“Maybe, ten minutes? Wait-no, hold on,” Taehyung gasped when you brought your mouth down onto him. A sharp moan came from his lips. You smirked and continued moving your tongue around his length, massaging it and covering him with more of your slick.

“God fuck me, I-I can’t, it’s too much,” Taehyung cried, throwing his head back. You planned to keep going but a strong hand grasping the back of your head had other plans. Yanking your mouth off of him, Taehyung flung you onto your stomach and landed a heavy thwatch to your ass.

“Ouch!”

“Such a needy little brat I have,” Taehyung smirked. You noticed he was already getting hard again. Your mouth watered at the sight, but Taehyung didn’t let you move. You yearned to reach for him, to touch him more. To have him touch you more.

“Taehyung-”

“Enough, I told you to wait. And like a greedy little whore you couldn’t help yourself,” he growled.

His words didn’t sting, not at all actually. They brought a fire back into your belly that made your throat clench tight and your pussy scream for attention. Taehyung brought his hand down on your ass once more, making you jolt.

But instead of feeling humiliated, you moaned out loud. Letting him handle you as rough as he wanted. Taehyung gripped you and moved you to lean back on your knees and rest on your elbows.

“Ass up, Princess, I wanna see how drenched you are,” he said, giving your butt another swat. You did as he said, bringing yourself into a quite lewd position, ass high in the air. Taehyung groaned low in his throat as he massaged your tender flesh between his palms.

“Taehyung,” you mewled out, craving something inside of you.

“I think my little Princess needs to be louder. What do you want? Tell me Princess and you just might get what you desire,” Taehyung chuckled.

“Y-You, I want, you,” you pleaded.

“Yeah? What part of me do you want?” he asked, leaning down and brushing his lips against your ear in a tantalizing manner.

“Your cock, please Taehyung give it to me,” you begged.

Taehyung hummed in appreciation at your pleas.

“So desperate. I never knew you’d be such a whore for me,” he breathed against your neck, licking up to your earlobe and biting down a little hard.

“Oh!” you gasped, ass rutting into the cup of his hips.

Taehyung snarled when your pussy rubbed against his dick in a erotic fashion. He grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his cock, making you grind on him slowly. He seemed to like the build up, the way he could get your heart racing with just a few motions really made you wild.

“Going to shove myself so deep inside you that you won’t be able to breathe without my cock inside you. You’ll always need it. Whether it’s shoved down your throat, stuffed in your pussy or however I want to take you, Princess. Doesn’t that sound heavenly?”

You simply whined out a response, just wanting him inside you already.

“Ah ah ah, behave yourself Princess, I’d hate to leave you like this for the night,” Taehyung tutted.

“Please no! Please give it to me, Taehyung. Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just fuck me,” you cried.

You wanted to be ashamed of yourself. But you couldn’t help it. You’d never felt something such as this before. Your mind and body were overwhelmed with the sensations. Nothing could compare to the feeling you were experiencing right now. This pleasure that was burning you up from the inside out would surely be the death of you.

“My Princess, you want this?” he asked, stroking himself a bit before lining up with your entrance.

“Yes, yes I want it,” you gasped.

“Say please,” he teased.

“Please! Please please please Taehyung,” you sobbed.

“So eager, alright Princess. Take it,” Taehyung said, grabbing your hair and pulling you back onto his dick for the second time that night.

The full feeling made you want to suffocate, but at the same time you couldn’t help but cry out in blissful agony at the intrusion.

“Does it hurt?” Taehyung asked, looking at you for confirmation.

“No, it doesn’t hurt. Please, you can move,” you urged, bucking your hips back against him.

“Feels good?” he asked, reaching around you and rubbing your throbbing little clit a few times.

“So good,” you encouraged.

“Then make us feel even better Princess, move your hips-yes, oh fuck, like that,” he groaned as you swiveled your hips backwards and moaned into the sheets.

“Gods Taehyung,” you hiccuped, trying to keep yourself in check.

“Feels good doesn’t it Princess, my dick inside you feels good right? Want some more?” he asked, thrusting forward so hard he pushed your face into the beautiful satin fabric of his bed.

You turned your head and looked back, seeing his focused face and sweat pouring from his body.

Your heart clammed up in your chest. Had Taehyung always looked like this? So domineering and strong?

You brought your hands up and gripped a pillow tightly, wanting to scream at how good he was making you feel, but you couldn’t think of anything to say other than his name. So you blubbered his name and felt the tears streaking your face.

“Aw, Princess, are you crying? Is my cock that good that you’re crying over it? Pretty Princess, want more? Does your cunt want my cum?”

You almost choked at his statement. But you clenched around his length like a vice, Taehyung cried out in tandem with you. You both kept egging the other on, making the pleasure double, triple and so on.

But in the process you continued to fuck each other up even more.

“Tae-hnnn-hyung,” you moaned out as he plowed into you. Taehyung’s mind was on one track. To make the both of you cum.

“Fuck, Princess, I’m going to cum, your perfect pussy is going to make me fucking cum Jesus Christ, fuck!” he cried.

“Tae, me too, fuck me too!”

Your walls clamped down on him so tight he swore he wouldn’t be able to move an inch, but he did. Fucking you through your orgasm, Taehyung’s sweat poured down his face as he fell apart. Tears welled up in his vision as he came inside of you. You gasped, looking at the man above you. Tears fell from his cheeks and onto your neck as he shuddered.

“Taehyung-”

“No, just... Call me Tae,” he whispered. “I like it when you say it.”

“Tae,” you said breathlessly. “You’re crying.”

“I think I’m just overwhelmed,” he said, wiping his eyes.

“Do... Do you want me to comfort you?” you asked, blushing harder than you did when he was fucking your brains out.

“Comfort me?” he asked.

“My mother, when I was sick or injured badly, would comfort me. Do you want me to try it?”

You expected the same kind of coldness he’d exhibited before. Or you at least expected him to deny you. What you didn’t expect was for Taehyung to lay his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around you.

You also didn’t expect the soft voice that he used.

“Yes... please,” he said.

Without much more thought your hands went to his beautiful curly hair. It was getting longer. You found that you liked it this way, there was something to play with. You soothed your fingers over his scalp, rubbing and scratching in just a way that made his toes curl in pleasure.

Softly, you started singing the Ancient’s song. An old village tune that had found a place in your heart since you left home. Taehyung seemed soothed, his breathing had calmed down and you didn’t feel the wet warmth of his tears.

But you didn’t stop either.

You continued scratching and playing with his hair, humming the slow song under your breath as Taehyung fell into sleep. Slowly, somewhere along the lines, you fell asleep too. The nights light illuminating you two as you slept peacefully.

The next morning you awoke to find Taehyung looking out over the Kingdom. His shirt and pants were tied on loosely. You saw the bruise on his neck, no doubt from his father. You’d seen it last night and tried to be mindful of not touching it. But there wasn’t any fear in his frame today, he seemed... Awake in a sense.

“Good morning,” you croaked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Good morning, Princess,” he smiled, turning back to you.

His smile was a blinding thing. Boxy yet so charming at the same time. You wondered if he got it from his mother, because certainly his father didn’t have such charm. Perhaps it was a gift his mother left him. Something beautiful to remember her by.

“When did you wake?” you asked, raising a brow.

“Not too long ago,” he said, turning back towards the window.

“I see,” you answered, pulling your dressing gown on and heading towards the balcony.

The castle had several, but this one was by far the largest one you’d seen.

Taehyung came after you, walking towards you slowly as you leaned over the edge.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, turning his head in your direction.

“I did, thank you. And yourself?” you questioned back.

“I slept fine. I’m a little sore though, I must confess. You did a number on me,” he said, rubbing his shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rough with you,” you winced. Taehyung noticed immediately however, looking at your stance.

“I believe that should be my line, are you alright? I should’ve been a little gentler,” he sighed, rubbing his face.

“No, it was perfect, I enjoyed myself. We should do it again,” you chuckled at his shocked expression.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have to do it again. The Kingdom will need an heir eventually,” he said, looking down at the grass below.

“Let’s not worry about that now.’

The air blew through your dressing gown, making your knees knock together because of the cold.

Taehyung came over and wrapped his arms around you, making the chill leave momentarily. The heat in your cheeks came again and you adjusted yourself in his grasp. What’s with this reaction? It was just Taehyung...

Just... Taehyung.

“Are you cold? Should we go inside? Winter will be here before you know it. Probably best you don’t catch something.”

“I’m fine, Taehyung-”

“I told you last night, call me Tae,” he said, smiling lightly.

He said the nickname as if it pained him. But you did as he asked regardless.

“Tae, I’m alright,” you announced.

He nodded, but kept his grasp firm on you, not letting you go for a moment. You two stood there, basking in the morning light. Until a loud knocking came from the door.

“Your highness! The king is requesting an audience with you.”

“Tell him I’ll be there shortly,” Taehyung hollered back.

“Apologies, highness. We’re here to escort your bride.”

“Did you consummate the marriage with my son?” The King asked, looking at you like he was about to be sick.

“Yes, if it worries you that much,” you said blatantly.

“You will not speak to me in such a tone,” the King growled.

Remembering your deal with Taehyung, you bowed your head.

“Apologies Majesty. What is the reason for our meeting,” you asked, keeping your head down.

“Did fucking my son really give you manners? Or is there another matter at play here?”

“Majesty-”

“It matters not, what matters is your mother is withholding troops from me. You will tell her to give me these troops,” he said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world transporting Night Crawlers here into the Kingdom.

“My mother no longer controls them. They await my orders now,” you said.

“So you are the one withholding them from me?”

“No, Majesty. News of my marriage with the Crowned Prince will travel to my mother, and once she knows of our union, the warriors will await my command. Please, give it some time,” you said slowly.

“Insolent bitch!”

A sharp sting came to your face.

“Majesty!” Xavier said, coming to your side. “We only sent the bird for their union yesterday. Give it some time. She could be carrying the heir.”

This seemed to sober up the King, looking at your stomach with slight anger and frustration. “Fine, but if those troops aren’t mobilized by the next month, you and I will be having a different conversation,” he said with a sense of finality and walked out the door.

“Go, before he changes his mind,” Xavier said, ice coating his words.

You swallowed hard before turning and walking out of the room, not before you heard Xavier mutter to himself.

“All a part of the plan.”

“What did my father want to speak with you about?” Taehyung asked when you were brought back up to his quarters. He was dressed formally now. His back was facing you.

“He wondered why the soldiers weren’t here one day after our union,” you sighed, wincing as you rested your hand on your swollen cheek. Taehyung turned then, about to ask you another question when his face paled.

“W-What happened to your face?” he asked, coming forward to move your hand.

“Your father happened to my face,” you said plainly.

“What do you mean? He hit you?” Taehyung questioned, moving your hand away from your face so he could get a better look.

“And called me an insolent bitch, but words hardly matter at this point,” you sighed when Taehyung’s cool palm made contact with your flaming cheek.

“Maids! Get me some cold water, quickly please. And bring us up some tea,” he said, angling your face to get a better look at the damage.

“Taehy-Tae, it’s alright, it doesn’t hurt that bad,” you said, bringing his hand away from your jaw.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“What are you sorry about? You weren’t there, you couldn’t have done anything-”

“If I could just man up and let him stop pushing me around and-”

“Hey, stop.”

You took his hands in yours and looked him dead in the eye.

“Man, woman, dog-it doesn’t matter. No one deserves being treated the way you’ve been treated by your family member. It’s not about manning up, it’s not about being tough. It’s about knowing your worth, and knowing that you don’t deserve that kind of treatment.It’s hard when you’ve been bullied into thinking poorly about yourself for so long but, the fact of the matter is, you don��t deserve that. No one does. So, you can do something about it, or you don’t. It’s simple.”

Taehyung sighed. “If I challenge my father, he could question my right to the throne.”

“But the people, Taehyung, think of your Kingdom. Think of them, and how much they look up to you. You’re in good favor. Even if it may not seem like it. The people here, they respect you, they like you.”

“They’re mad I married a Night Crawler woman,” Taehyung sighed.

“Is the Jung threat-”

“Don’t, don’t ask questions you’re not ready to know the answer to.”

Taehyung’s voice turned cold as a winter’s night. It was as if you could feel the temperature drop in the room at his very words.

“And you know whether I’m ready or not?” you asked, raising a brow.

“Y/N, this is serious. This is something meant for the strategists and the King, not us. Not now-”

“Highness? We’ve brought some water for you and your wife,” a maid’s voice carried through the door.

“Yes, please come in,” Taehyung said, moving away to gather up the items brought in by the servants. A platter of tea and biscuits were placed in front of you, the aroma pleasing but not overpowering.

Taehyung brought the ice water over, setting the cloth inside of it slowly before wringing it out and approaching you. You stayed put, letting him tend to you. Gently, he placed the cloth on your cheek, watching your face for signs of pain.

All you felt was relief.

The heat from your swollen face diminished, and a heat of a different kind rose in your belly.

Taehyung’s tender side made you think of how he’d taken care of you last night as well. You bit your lip and looked at Taehyung’s features. Striking jaw line, beautiful eyes and a cute little mole on his face.

You brought your hand up to his wrist, gently locking your fingers around his arm.

“Tae,” you started.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I-I want to have sex again.”

“Again? Already? Why?” he asked.

“I don’t know, I enjoyed myself last night and-well. I don’t bleed for another few days so why not?”

“I’m trying to be gentle with you, we’re not rabbits,” Taehyung chuckled. You pouted softly.

“Please, I want to, do you not want to? Because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable-”

“That’s most certainly not the case Y/N,” his voice was husky.

“Then why not?” you whined.

“Because, we have company,” Taehyung muttered, looking towards the door.

“That you do,” Jimin and Seokjin announced, walking inside your room.

“I think my wife has had plenty of meetings for one day,” Taehyung said, standing up to face the two men.

“Quite right, Prince Taehyung,” Jimin said. “That’s why we’re here for you.”

“Me?” Taehyung asked.

“Yes, you are to begin your training regimen once more,” Seokjin said firmly.

“Now?”

“Yes, you are to come with us to the courtyard. Princess Y/N is welcome to follow us,” Seokjin said, looking at you with a challenge in his eyes. “Perhaps she could even show us some of her techniques as a Night Crawler woman. We are meant to be fighting with them soon, perhaps we should see what one can do.”

“I don’t think she’s ready. She’s been out of practice, we wouldn’t want her hurting herself,” Jimin stated.

“Oh? Out of practice... Very well then, let me show you what I can do.”

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of horsefairs and maidens. part 1

nikolai lantsov x reader

link to part 2

summary: The weather is warm and the air thick with the scent of summer blossoms at the epicentre of horse auctions and races, Caryeva - and Nikolai Lantsov has been bored out of his mind for the past... what feels like an eternity. When even counting how many times his brother has made a fool of himself lost its appeal and became nearly tragic to watch, Nikolai retreated to the edges of the fair only to find that pretty girl Vasily had been dragging around all day hiding on the outskirts, seemingly desperate to escape the supposed Lantsov charm. Or whatever version of it Vasily had offered. "Tomorrow then.", he leaned down beside her, "I'll buy all your father's horses if that's what it takes." Watching her from the side he could just see the tiniest of smirks grace the corner of her lips, "That's an expensive sport you're wanting to try out." "Well, have I ever told you that I have a lot of money?" "Silly me, and here I was thinking you were a mere peasant." "Was it the humility? The rogue charm?"

word count: 2085

warnings: mentions of animal abuse, also Vasily being generally shitty as always

A/N - this is my first attempt at writing this sort of AU/imagine/excerpt, and I’ve gone overboard with the word count (as always), but I hope you will like it! i thought i might fit it into one part, but both Nikolai and the main character had so much to say I figured there would have to be another part thrown in there haha also we have some (briefly) confused!Nikolai, so I hope you enjoy that!

She'd hidden herself well, standing at the very edges of the fair where the trees cast their shadows long and wide in the evening sun, offering a pocket of peace to both the animals and the humans looking for a moment of silence, or cold breeze not laden with the scent of alcohol and sweat and horses.

Nikolai had been watching her for a while, straight-backed and still in her rider's outfit, standing near the rickety fence and looking at the horses not quite suited for the finer crowds that milled around the crown prince back at the heart of the fair. He supposed it was a good place to hide, not so much because of the forest behind them, but because his brother was far too vain to venture this far out.

"I saw you before, you're the girl who's been entertaining the crown prince.", he said, casually, noncommittally. She'd been ignoring the sound of his steps as he'd approached her from behind, drawn in by some sight before her, and even now she didn't so much as glance over her shoulder. Instead, she let out a sound that might have been a snort, but more lady-like, "Well, he's certainly not been entertaining me, so someone had to get the job done."

Nikolai stopped just short of the fence, to her left, and finally when the girl turned her head to see who she was speaking to he could see the brief flash of recognition in her eyes. So she hadn't known who she was speaking to. The surprise stayed there only for the briefest time, then morphed into something that might have been calculation, as if she were weighing her options - to speak of the prince to his brother this way was a dangerous game, at least if one wasn't familiar with Nikolai.

She finally settled on a slight nod, as graceful as it was superficial, "My apologies.", then she cocked an eyebrow, "Tell me, your highness, could this cost me my tongue?"

Cheeky. He smirked, "Only if it's me you're speaking of this way, and even then only because it would be a terrible lie. I'm wonderfully entertaining."

She made a noncommittal sound and looked back at her horses, "Does it run in the family?"

Nikolai felt personally slighted that the giant lump of muscle that was a horse a few meters away from them seemed more interesting to her than he did, but it wasn't like he was going to just back off, "At least give me a chance, it'd be a shame for you to think we're all like that."

"Like what?", she turned her clever eyes back to him and smiled, "You make it sound like I've implied the crown prince is not charming."

"Oh, you haven't. I'm the one implying it.", this seemed to draw out a chuckle from her. Take that, horse. "You're rather good at hiding distaste, I'll give you that."

"Who says I'm not hiding it now?"

"Ouch.", his hand went briefly to his chest in a theatrical display of hurt, "How come you're not nearly as charming to me as you've been to Vasily?"

"Because you don't seem like a jackass. How's that for the capital offence?"

"Personally, I see none, merely a good judge of character."

This time the chuckle she let over her lips was a bit less restrained, and he'd be damned if he didn't take that as a win. Now her eyes slid back to the meadow in front of them, beaten down by horseshoes and boots until it was nothing but mud, and Nikolai watched her watch that same horse she'd been staring at since he'd first spotted her. One could claim it was nothing special if it weren't for its size - he'd be damned if that wasn't the largest horse he'd seen since the army, and probably the roughest-looking.

"Do you have a penchant for the uglier specimen or are you just wondering about his size?"

The girl gave him the dirtiest look he'd been given in a while, "He's not ugly, just old and overworked.", then as if to sound less stern, "But he is a big boy, even for his breed."

Well, that attempt at a joke about his looks fell flat. He wasn't used to that. "How do you know?"

This seemed to be more her tune because she perked up and pointed one long, elegant finger at the horse, "Do you see the way he's walking? And the scars on his flank?", she didn't wait for the answer, he could hear the urgent irritation in her voice, "He's been severely abused - his hind leg has been broken and never set properly, and you rarely see a valuable work animal this scarred from beatings and equipment."

Now Nikolai looked, actually looked, he could see the ridges of old scars crisscrossing his entire body, and something off about the way he ambled around as if to put a distance between himself and the people. "I thought he was a warhorse, that those were battle wounds. Not something his owners would do to him."

He could see her soften a bit when she heard the shock and disgust that laced his tone, her eyes going briefly to him before she looked at the horse again, "Vasily wouldn't even look at him."

"You tried to show him to my brother?"

She frowned at his tone, "I had no choice! My father won't let me buy him, and he's going to be sold for meat if I don't get him before this hell show is over."

"You want to buy him?"

No, actually, this was the dirtiest look he'd received from a woman, "Well, of course. He deserves a peaceful, loving retirement. He's suffered enough."

Now it was Nikolai's turn to look incredulous, "I thought you were letting my brother drag you around like a prized mare because you wanted an actual prized mare."

She sputtered, incredulity lining her features before she finally found her voice, "Excuse me?"

"Not like that --"

"Like what then?"

Nikolai cleared his throat, if only to buy himself time, "Well, this went off the rails fairly quickly."

She turned her entire body towards him now, and he could feel the anger vibrating off her tiny frame in waves, all directed at him, "You were never on the damn rails."

Fair enough. "It says nothing of your character, anyone who listens to his drivel for an entire day should be well-compensated for their emotional trouble."

"I'll need to be well-compensated after this conversation."

"I don't think that old horse will do it though."

She smacked him on the arm. It took Nikolai a second to process what had just happened, as he looked down to his arm where her fist had punched him with all the righteousness of a woman scorned, then back up at her, incredulous once again. "I was joking."

"Try doing it again, but this time make it funny."

When Nikolai didn't answer quickly enough she put her hands on her hips and raised a brow, "Well?"

"Well-- my extensive education in diplomacy tells me I should ease off with the jokes and perhaps try to apologise?"

Her brow somehow went even higher, it made him feel young and squeamish.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply you were accompanying my brother for your gain."

"Oh, please, of course I've been advising him on horses because I want something out of him, why else would I listen to him compare me to a mare and act like he'd written me a sonnet."

"He compared you to a horse?"

"An expensive one, so it's fine in his mind.", she let out a shaky breath, the anger still simmering beneath the soft rosy tint that coloured her cheeks. Nikolai couldn't help but stare, taken aback by the simplicity of her intentions, her irritation - she'd been keeping her cool the entire day, nodding prettily whenever his brother said something, offering him her expertise only to have it thrown back in her face because she was not meant to be listened to, only showed off. And she was not a girl that wanted to be showed off or ignored, that much was clear.

"What?"

She turned to look at him, and Nikolai caught himself mid-stare, too absorbed in his thoughts to recognize that he'd been looking at her a bit too long. "Nothing, I'm just impressed."

"With what?"

"You.", he smirked, "I mean you've been suffering under his charms all day, then mine, and at the end of it you're restrained enough to only punch me in the arm?"

She frowned, her eyes sliding to his arm, uncertainty on her features, "Can I get in trouble for that?"

"Oh no, I'm into it."

She raised a brow, and Nikolai couldn't help the smirk that passed across his lips. Then he said, out of nowhere, "Will you come to dine with me?"

"As you said, your brother thinks I'm his prized mare."

That was only half a no, so he thought he might still have some wiggle-room left there, "Well I think you're far prettier than that. At least a good racehorse."

"Saints I want to smack you again."

Nikolai leaned in, his voice conspirational, "Well, yeah, that was kind of the point."

That chuckle again. He noticed that the feathery hair at the back of her neck curled delightfully when she turned to look at the fair and wondered briefly what she might look like when she let her hair down from her ponytail. His thoughts were interrupted when she said, "I can't. My father wants me to keep him amused, so Vasily might buy from him instead of the breeder from the next town over."

Nikolai frowned, "So he sent you out to entertain the creepier of the two princes like a well-trained monkey?"

"You just physically can't say a sentence without petting your own ego, can you?"

"Oh, you're noticing that just now?"

She leaned her forearms on the fence, staring out at the distance, "Are you really surprised? My sister probably knows even more than I do about the horses, but it was never about the knowledge."

Nikolai wished he could tell her he was, but he'd been made all too familiar with how these things worked in court, why his mother had paraded him around so much, with his pretty golden curls and charming smiles.

"Tomorrow then.", he leaned down beside her, "I'll buy all your father's horses if that's what it takes."

Watching her from the side he could just see the tiniest of smirks grace the corner of her lips, "That's an expensive sport you're wanting to try out."

"Well, have I ever told you that I have a lot of money?"

"Silly me, and here I was thinking you were a mere peasant."

"Was it the humility? The rogue charm?"

He'd just turned his head to look at her, a smirk playing on his lips, ready to come up with another joke to try and get another laugh from her when his brother's voice carried over from somewhere behind her, "Brother. I see you've met my advisor.", there was an edge to his voice, even if he was all drunken smiles, "She's pretty isn't she?"

"The prettiest.", Nikolai replied, pleasantly, even if he knew that wasn't quite the most interesting thing about her, "Come to save her from me?"

"Always.", Vasily's eyes went to the girl, and Nikolai realised he'd never asked for her name, "Did he bore you?"

"Not at all.", the mask slipped back onto her face, as empty as it was pretty, not that Vasily would ever notice, "I see he's inherited your charm."

"Yes, but not quite all of it."

Nikolai cast a glance her way and offered a slight smirk, something unspoken about it, an intimate joke, "I shall leave you two alone, I'm sure you've found another horse to bore her with, brother."

Vasily cleared his throat, "See you at dinner, little brother."

As he walked away, he could hear Vasily ask her for the details of their conversation, the jealousy seeping into his voice like poison. Then something about the workhorse they'd been looking at, wondering why she'd ever want that broken halfbreed. Nikolai knew why his brother had raised his voice when saying that, knew those words were meant for him more than her, but he was too tired to care. Tomorrow then. Hell, he might actually get himself some horses of his own tomorrow.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov imagine #grishaverse #shadow and bone #of horsefairs and maidens #reposting this to the new standalone blog!#for practicality's sake #really sorry for the confusion tough <3 #i'll be posting part 2 and other excerpts on this blog from now on :)

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Kunikida Doppo x Fem!Reader

5495 words. I went hard for this guys.

I took Ango’s ability for the reader because I like it and so this is now an AU where the reader has the Discourse on Decadence ability and takes memories from objects touched.

I know they don’t all live together but they do in this fic haha at least Kunikida, Dazai, and you are roommates although you’re hardly ever there together. Half of the time Dazai doesn't even sleep there. You’re the only one that really frequents, if you didn't all share rent you would assume you lived there alone save for late night run ins in the kitchen and bathroom.

Warning: a couple swears.

Being in love with a man who was meticulous for following perfect schedules and plans was fine, you loved the structure and appreciated the consistency, but what really hurt, what really felt like your heart was ripped from your body with Akutagawa’s gift, was the fact that he had 58 conditions which he required for a spouse, and you only had 53 of them. You knew you failed his test, failed the expectations he had for a partner, and that someone as meticulous as him would never change his ways for someone who wasn’t above and beyond perfect when it came to those 58 ideals, but damn, you came so close, and that stung like a bitch.

You had asked him one day what they were, out of curiosity when it naturally came up from Dazai teasing him about it, he showed you it with pleasure, and you noted mentally the boxes you filled, your heart cracking into more pieces with every box you didnt fill. 5, 5 things about you that are failures. You couldn't help but hate the number.

You appeared at the door at 8am, right on the dot, the moment you were scheduled to be there and not a minute sooner or later. He really did like that about you, the fact that he never had to doubt you, he trusted that you always were where he scheduled you, you were the only one on the team that followed his orders to the T. “let’s go y/n we have to investigate a murder and your gift will really help” you nod with a smile “ready when you are”

“Why did you want to join the detective agency?” he asks, he wasn't a huge part of your entrance exam and missed the questioning part Dazai did. You sigh as you think, remembering the day you joined 7 months ago, clasping your hands behind your back as you walk, “at first it was because I wanted to rebel, my parents wanted me to hide my gift and act like their perfect child, I dropped out of college and decided to train my gift, ultimately leading me to you guys. After I learned about how other gifteds are using their powers to help people I realized that I was using my gift poorly. I felt an overwhelming need to protect others, to protect my city, if i have this gift and shirk the responsibility it comes with, then it is just as much my fault if innocents die when I could have been the one to help them”

He’s quiet for a while before he speaks again “that is admirable” is all he says before you get to your destination. If he was being honest, your answer was inspiring and he knows he would be writing it down in his notes later.

You do your investigating, using the memories from the objects on the scene to find the culprit easily, finishing the job quicker than he had planned leaving you with approximately 14 minutes to spare in the schedule. As he finishes writing down some notes you appear beside him “we have like 12-13 minutes left in your schedule so i got us some roasted bonito. I didn’t see you eat like you normally do so i figured..” you shrug and hand him the food you bought him. He takes it from your gloved hand silently, his gaze piercing and prudent, but his heart was racing, you were so kind and always looked out for him. He appreciated your care but didn’t know how to react to it. “Efficient because we can eat it on our way back. Finishing early is always nice, I love the free moments where my mind is able to relax and process things.” You say and He watches you take a bite and hum softly as you appreciate the flavor. He makes a mental note to schedule in an extra 2-3 minutes on missions he goes on with you just so he can give you a second to breathe if you need it.

You get back to the office with a few extra minutes to spare, you head to your desk to fill out paperwork and he watches you go, wondering why his heart seems to beat harder now that you left him. “Oooh does someone have a crush” Dazai says quietly as he teases Kunikida “I don’t know what you’re talking about. She is my coworker and besides,” “she lacks 5 of your spousal requirements yeah yeah. Maybe you're just a little too uptight with those 5, has anyone ever even gotten that close before?” Dazai looks at him with a smirk and Kunikida just walks off mumbling something about paperwork.

The rest of the day went by as all of the rest seemed to, slow and filled with paperwork and sometimes smaller missions, you didn't mind though, in the office you had a straight line to watch Kunikida, and on missions you were helping people. You didn’t mind slow days, it meant no one was dying.

You decided to break your routine, deciding to treat yourself to something special since your heart has been hurting for so long. You had a plan of getting something for dinner, doing a little indulgent spending, and then going home to drink a glass of wine and have a facemask and a movie night. You told Naomi of your plan since you two were close like sisters, not in her definition of a sibling though.

You had dinner at your favorite restaurant, eating in the booth with the window that showed the sunset, then went to your favorite stores, buying a new silk red pajama set with shorts that had white lace around the leg openings. You bought a new red pencil skirt for work and a necklace that would match it.

When you get home it’s so quiet you assume no one is there, you put your things away and shower before changing into your new pajamas, you had to admit, you looked delectable in them. You got a glass of wine and then took the bottle with you to your room to watch a movie. After about two glasses and half of the movie you felt a little tired so you decided to go to bed, you brought your glass and the wine back to the kitchen, wanting to put the bottle away in its cupboard and wash your cup. Although you only had two glasses you could feel your skin buzzing from the alcohol.

As you go to put the bottle away you get startled when a voice speaks in the dark “What are you doing up so late?” His deep voice makes you jump and drop the glass and the bottle onto the floor around your bare feet, wine and glass going everywhere. “Hang on” he says and walks over, gently and easily lifting you up to sit on the countertop behind you as he grabbed towels and a broom to clean up the mess “i’m sorry Kunikida, you scared me but I should have been more careful” you whisper, why does the darkness of night always make you feel like you should whisper? “I’m sorry for frightening you, you have nothing to apologize for” he finishes cleaning up the mess, throwing out the glass and paper towels before turning back to you. “You never answered my question” he says and you smile sweetly “just putting back the wine” you say innocently and a smile threatens to tug on his lips.

“Oh you got wine on you” he says and before he realizes his actions he’s kneeled down on one knee, holding your foot gently and cleaning away the wine that has sprayed up your leg. “Ouch” you say and pull your foot away “what hurts?” he asks and then turns your foot gently “you have a piece of glass in your foot” he says and then gently pulls it free “wait here I am going to go get the first aid kit” before you can object he’s gone, down the hall to the bathroom.

When he comes back you’re swinging your feet softly and humming along to a song stuck in your head, he pauses for a moment at the doorway, noting how long and beautiful your legs looked in your new pajamas, you made his mouth dry

He came back, kneeling down once again to hold your foot, cleaning it with some peroxide before applying some neosporin and a bandaid, his cheeks flushed as he uses all of his willpower not to run his hands up your legs and grip your thighs, pushing your legs apart as he stands between them, kissing your soft- he cuts those thoughts short, you didn't meet the requirements, you weren’t the one.

When he stood you followed what the alcohol in your veins was telling you, leaning into him you lay your head against the tall man's chest as you hugged him. “Thank you for always protecting me Kunikida” his hands find their way to your back, he can smell your shampoo and the natural scent of your skin, it's intoxicating to him.

He had two choices, push you as far away as he could and reprimand you even though he is just as at fault, or embrace you and throw his list out the window. Maybe Dazai was right and he was too stuck up with the list, he was sure about one thing, that you were the only one who almost filled the entire list, the other five being self indulgent he could cross them out and then you would be the one. He was so confused, his life was his book, he was his book, his ideals were everything. Good thing ideals can change and evolve with time.

You pull back and push him away softly before hopping down from the counter, your hands on his shoulders as you look up at him. He smiles down at you, a lovely smile that looked so genuine, filled with unspeakable loneliness in his eyes. You reach up and untie the crimson ribbon around his neck and stand on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek/chin and whispering a goodnight before walking off back to your bedroom. If he reprimanded you tomorrow you would blame the drinks and claim to be a lightweight.

The next morning you wear your new crimson red pencil skirt, a white blouse tucked in, and the ribbon you took from Kunikida, around your neck twice and tied in bow, like the perfect choker that puts the necklace you bought the day before to shame. You slip on your black heels and exit your room, heading down to the kitchen to have a coffee and some breakfast, you’re usually up and out the door before everyone else so that you can take the long way to work, through the park to see the spring blooming.

“You’re up early” his voice shocks you again, but this time you keep a hold on your coffee cup “I could say the same to you, I’m always up at this time. Coffee?” he nods with a small smile and you turn around to poor him some from the pot you made, he never knew who made coffee, he knew that it was made when he got up but assumed you just put it on a timer, not that you were already up at this hour since you came into work right on time when you were scheduled. He wonders what you do with your mornings.

You hand him a cup and he takes it with a smile “thank you y/n” he says and you nod “no problem” you go back to making your breakfast, pretending like last night’s incident isn’t fresh on your mind, until your toe kicks a piece of glass that was stuck under the lower cabinet. You crouch down, picking up the piece as Kinikida comes around “you’re not one to miss something Kunikida” you hold it up with a sly smile “If i didn’t know better, I’d say I really flustered you last night” (if i didn't know about your list is more like it) his heart was racing, you did fluster him, “nonsense” he says, taking the glass and disposing of it, pretending to not notice the necklace you had made from his ribbon around your neck, or the way that you looked practically kneeling in front of him.

You laugh as you stand, going back about your business, wrapping your breakfast up and throwing your bag over your shoulder before grabbing your travel coffee mug and sending him another, albeit fake this time, smile, “nonsense, I know I know, I don't even make the list. 58. I’ll see you at the office, Kunikida.” You bow slightly before leaving him in the kitchen, just as flustered as you had him last night, if you had pushed just a little more, he would have confessed, confessed that he has practically rewritten his list around you. Part of him wonders where you’re off to, you’re not scheduled for another hour and a half and he knows for a fact the walk takes ten minutes. He sighs, finishing his coffee, if he wanted to know he would just ask you later.

The day went by smoothly, you did your missions, did your paperwork, and went home. Sadly though, because of a fight during a mission, you lost the ribbon you took from Kunikida and in turn got a ring of budding bruises and burns because of the villain using it to try and strangle you. What was worse was that you weren’t able to even see Kunikida for the rest of the day.

You walked up the steps of the home slowly, making sure you didn’t wake anyone, if they were even here, it’s past 11 now, your last fight took a while and so did the paperwork. If you shower quickly you can give yourself at least 20 minutes of time to relax and process before going to sleep, already hating your morning alarm.

You head to your room, take off your clothing and hang them up, placing the hanger by the door so that you can drop it by the dry cleaners in the morning. Once inside the bathroom you start the shower to warm up, looking at yourself in the mirror you gently touch your neck, hissing at the pain and quickly retreating your fingers. Sighing, you run your fingers through your hair, blood dried and caked in a few places making your fingers get stuck on tangles, you grab your comb and take it into the shower with you, combing through gently after it’s been washed and conditioned.

You sigh again, grabbing the wine bottle, before you even reach for a glass you think better of it, uncorking it and drinking straight from the bottle. The sound of the bottom of the bottle scraping as you placed it down against the marble sounded loud in the quiet, dark room, but compared to the sound of the feet stomping down the stairs it was silent.

You take another drink then gasp as the light turns on in the kitchen, causing you to yet again drop what you were holding on to the floor, the bottle shattering around your feet and your head hanging, this isn't what you needed, something else to keep you from sleep. Before you can even think of bending down to clean up the mess, you are lifted to the counter again, the same as the previous night, but what made it different was the gentle fingers, turning your face up to look at him.

“We have to stop meeting like this” you say, trying to diffuse the tension, but by the way his lips turned down into a frown, made you break, you couldn’t get reprimanded right now, not by him, not by the one person you wish would comfort you. You tear your head from his grasp, looking back down at your lap as the tears gather in your eyes and your throat tightens in what feels like agony.

“Stay here” he says as he disappears, once he’s gone your face scrunches up, failing to hold back tears anymore you cover your face with your hands, muffling your cries and hiding your face even though the hot tears just slid down your palms and off your chin, hitting your thighs silently.

When he gets back he pauses, seeing you look so vulnerable, at your end, he’s never seen you like this and it absolutely kills him. he knows his damn list, knows what he has said before, but somehow, regardless of his words or actions, his heart has chosen for itself. He crosses the room in seconds, sets the first aid kit down beside you, and wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest.

your hands find their way around his back, grabbing fistfulls of the shirt he was wearing, your face buried in his chest as your tears soaked through the fabric. He held you tight, his hand smoothing down your hair as your sobs wracked through you. When you were done crying he held you longer, waiting for when you were ready, when you would pull away.

All he can think about as he holds you was how pissed off he was when Dazai told him you were attacked, how pissed off he was at the villian you fought. But so proud of you for your win, for your fighting skills, he was told you were almost killed, almost strangled to death with your necklace, the necklace that was made from his ribbon. It made him angry because he wasn't there to keep that from happening, he knew you were strong but he felt this pit in his stomach, that he was so close to losing you and you didn't even know that he cared so much for you. The way Dazai looked at him made him angrier, all he could do was change the subject and finish paperwork. He was worried about you. When he heard you in the shower he was grateful you were home, he resisted going to you when he heard you back in your room, told himself to go to sleep when he heard your footsteps go back down the steps. But when he didn’t hear you come back in a few minutes he couldn’t control himself, running down the steps as quick as he could, he couldn't help it, he needed to make sure you were okay.

When you pulled back from him you felt embarrassed, “Sorry Kuni-” he tilts your head up to look at him “you have nothing to be sorry about” he whispers, brushing your tears away and then leans down to kiss your forehead. You gasp in shock as he acts like this was a normal thing between you two, looking at him with wide, bloodshot eyes as he grabs the first aid kit. He takes out the Neosporin and then puts some on his fingers before gently rubbing some on your neck, you hiss and pull away from the pain “I’m sorry” he says and you shake your head before taking his other hand, holding it as you tilt your face away to expose your neck better in the light.

He frowns as he sees the extent of damage your neck took. “I’m sorry for taking your ribbon. Karma, i guess” you whisper through gritted teeth as he gently applies the cream to your neck, the broken bottle and spilled wine forgotten about for the time being. “Hush” he says and squeezes your hand, he moves to the other side of your neck and you roll your head to keep the correct side of the wound in the light. His touch feels nice on your neck, his gentle cool fingers against your angry red, wounded neck, you sigh softly, a sweet sound to his ears. He squeezes your hand again as he finishes his work and you drop it, turning your face to look at him.

“You can have any ribbon of mine you want” he says calmly as he grabs a hand towel from the counter and crouches down, wiping up the wine carefully. You look down at him with your eyebrows raised “Kunikida?” He looks up at you from your feet “what?” He responds and you chuckle softly, your stuffy nose changing the sound “why are you being so nice to me?” He looks back down to his cleaning so you don’t see his blushing cheeks, his heart beating wildly, “what do you mean? I’m a nice guy” he says and you laugh “you are. But you’re making me feel special, that’s usually not your M.O. I mean I’m not even that worthy by your standards.” You say and you feel your heart crack at finally saying the truth out loud.

He sighs, the weight in the room heavy as he finishes cleaning up the wine and glass, just throwing away the glass towel, making a mental note to buy a replacement tomorrow. He walks back over to where you are, still sitting on the counter, looking down at your toes and focusing on the cool tile under your palms and the way the heat in your neck throbs.

He places his palms against your knees, gently opening them to stand between them, you gasp as he places his fingers under your chin and tilts your face up to look at him. He looks fiercely serious and your eyes flick down to his lips for a second before meeting his eye again, blushing as he smirks at your actions.

“Y/n” he starts, his voice deep and as serious as he looks, you don’t know if he’s going to reprimand you or not. “Where do you go in the morning before work?” he asks and a chuckle bubbles out your throat “Kunikida, here I thought you were going to kiss me but instead you wanted to ask me about my morning ritual? Come with me in the morning and you can see” he nods, his cheeks pink “okay I will” he says and then picks you up easily into his arms “what are you doing? Oh god please don’t drop me” he chuckles as you cling to him and doesn’t say anything as he carries you upstairs to your bedroom, tucking you in and kissing your forehead, successfully confusing the hell out of you as you watch him leave your room “we’ll talk over breakfast. Get a good rest” he says as he closes your door behind him.

The next morning you’re up a little earlier than usual, excited to have Kunikida accompany you before work. You dress in a dark green pencil skirt with a cream blouse tucked in and black heels. You layer a couple long gold necklaces, making sure to avoid the still red and bruising marks, and put on some matching earrings, you style your hair up in a neat bun, leaving out a few whispies to frame your face. You put on a little makeup to accentuate your features before leaving your bedroom and taking along your clothes to drop off at the cleaners. When you get downstairs Kunikida is already there, pouring you a cup of coffee.

Your stomach flips when you see him, your breath hitching as you watch him pour the coffee into your travel mugs. You feel your face flush as he looks up to you in the doorway “goodmorning Y/n” he says, setting the pot down and walking over to you. He reaches out and gently takes your chin in his hand, tilting your head back to examine your neck. “Let’s put more medicine on this, it will probably take away some of the pain.”

“Should I sit on the counter again?” your voice was low and teasing, your hand coming up to rest on his chest. His heart beat is so loud in his ears he hopes you can’t feel it under your palm on his chest.

Your breath hitches as you gaze up at him, his eyes flicking to your lips as you stand close together in the kitchen. “Yes that might be wise” he says and places his hands on your hips as he leads you around to the island behind him, your butt bumps into the counter and he swiftly lifts you back to the countertop. You chuckle, steadying yourself by holding his shoulders.

“I’m starting to think you like me up here” you tease, smiling at him, the height of the counter making you almost eye to eye.

His cheeks dust a light shade of pink as he pushes up his glasses, “i’m just trying to take care of you since it was my ribbon that did this to you”

He gently grabs your chin again, looking into your eyes for a moment, the tension in the air thick as you smiled sweetly, his tongue wets his bottom lip and your eyes flick down to them, when you look back up at him his eyes are dark and you can tell he wants to kiss you, a soft chuckle escapes your lips and it seems to shake him out of it. He turns your head gently and grabs the neosporin.

“Thank you Kunikida. I’m sure i will heal quicker because of your care.” you whisper as he begins on the other side. “I surely hope so.” he states. Your hands are on your lap as you play with your fingers, waiting patiently for him to finish.

“Are you ready to see what I do in the morning?” you ask when he finishes his work, your eyes finding his again. He nods “yes, I am truly excited to go with you.” You place your hands on his shoulders and slip off the counter, pressing yourself against him you stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek “thank you. For the care and the coffee” You use your thumb to softly wipe the lip gloss from his cheek before slipping past him, grabbing your coffee and slipping your bag across your shoulder and grabbing last night's clothes.

You take a sip of your coffee and then smile at him “Ready?” you ask and he nods, your bright smile making his heart race as he picks up his coffee and bag and follows you out of the kitchen.

You walk the opposite direction from the office and he quirks his eyebrow at you but says nothing as he follows, his stomach in nervous excited knots. He takes a sip of his coffee, hoping the hot bean liquid would help him relax.

After you drop off your clothes you take him to the bread shop a few blocks away, getting a bagel for breakfast where he opted for a croissant. You showed him your favorite building, a small home that was ancient and still standing surrounded by the tall glass buildings and businesses. You stopped for a moment to talk to the lovely old lady who lived there, she was always tending her flower garden when you passed in the morning and you became good friends with her.

“Who is this? Your sweetheart?” she asks and you chuckle “This is Kunikida, we work together” you say with a small smile and she looks at you knowingly “Oh honey if i had a coworker who looked at me the way he looked at you,” she doesn't finish the sentence, she just sends you a pointed look causing your cheeks to flush as you chuckle, Kunikida just watches you with a smile, loving how cute you look when you blush.

The next stop was the park, since it is the spring the flowers are in bloom and it all looks pretty, you sit down at your usual bench that overlooks the majority of the area, the sun in the sky warming your shoulders as the shadows of the trees dance across your features, Kunikida sits by you, drinking in your presence as he watches you truly enjoy every moment you are in.

“You said we would talk today. Is now a good time or maybe later during lunch? That is if we don’t get last minute missions” you finish your coffee and place your cup in your bag. He sighs, looking out across the park and he pushes up his glasses “You have perplexed me.” he says you laugh, a little confused. You turn to him and watch him, waiting for him to continue.

“I am my ideal. Ideals that mean everything. I have my protocol and I stick to it no matter what. Everything is planned, work is structured. It is how I thrive. I have these ideals and requirements. But then you joined the group and slowly you have captured my heart.” he turns his head to look into your eyes now, they are full of raw emotion that leaves you speechless.

“Kuni-” he takes your hand and it silences you “My list” he says and reaches up to wrap your whispies around his finger “all it has on it now is you”

Your heart stops and your breath catches as he confesses his feelings, this man who is all ideals and protocol, who you have been in love with since you started working with, who you never thought you would have a chance with, is holding your hand and telling you that his only requirement for a partner, is that it is you.

“What about your list of 58? This is very unlike you Kunikida” you whisper, your heart going positively wild at his confession, you never thought he would be the one to change part of his ideal. It was completely out of character. “You are hundreds, thousands of things that make my life sweeter. Who needs 58 when you give me all” your breath catches and he leans down, pressing his forehead into yours.

“Please tell me you feel this too” you chuckle, your hand coming to rest on his cheek “I feel this too. Kunikida I-” he captures your lips with his, a kiss that has been built up with tension over the past few days, you sigh and reach up, your hand ghosting over his cheek and neck before landing on his pony, wrapping the strands around your fingers. His free hand is cupping your cheek gently, his fingers brushing against your skin as his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, you sigh as you touch your tongue to his, the feeling of electricity coursing through your veins.

Your phone beeps and you groan, pulling back from him as you look down at it, reading the message that has come through, his hand was still playing with your hair.“What is it?” you sigh and look up at him, forgetting about how close your faces were until your noses brushed “Dazai says to come in as soon as possible so we should go now-” he pecks your lips softly and stands, pulling you up with him

“Always more work to do” he says and you smile, he was right as per usual. He holds out his hand and you take it with a smile, lacing your fingers together as you continue your walk. “Are we going to tell the others?” You ask, really unsure yourself about what was best “yes. There will be paperwork to do but I’ve had it on my desk for a while now” you chuckle “you have?!” He nods “ Dazai gave them to me. He knew how I felt before I did” you laugh “Dazai always knows. He caught me looking at you once and I had to promise him if you didn’t feel the same that I had to help him with his suicide mission, just so he wouldn’t tell you my feelings first” you both make mental notes to talk to Dazai. You stop outside the doors and pull him down into another soft kiss, when you pull back you smile up at him and he chuckles “be safe today” he says as he looks over your neck again and you nod “yes sir” you say and chuckle at the emotion that flashes in his eyes you lean forward “i wish we had to time to explore that. Too bad we have to work” you kiss his neck and then pull back, opening the door and walking into the building chuckling. Daizai watching with a knowing smirk from the window above.

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viastro · 4 years

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home | jeon wonwoo

ミ★ synopsis: in which you decide to tell your old high school bully that your roommate you’ve been pining after for the past eight months is your boyfriend.

ミ★ genre: crack, fluff, fake relationship tings, roommates!

ミ★ warnings: none!

ミ★ word count: 2,089

ミ★ pairings: wonwoo x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi! back with another oneshot ! I plan to release a oneshot for each member of seventeen at some point during my tumblr career hehe. I recently hit 60 followers which is really crazy? I gained a lot from the mini social media au I made and it really made me like :,) because hehe validation anyways, enjoy this cute little oneshot i wrote for my boy wonwoo!

“There’s no way he’s your boyfriend yn, not even the high school furry liked you!” Your old bully tells you, staring at the guy you pointed at in disbelief. You frown at her, feeling the nerves building up in your stomach from the blatant LIE you just spoke.

Now here you were at the coffee shop you work at to help pay for your basic needs while you’re in college. It’s a rather cute shop, if you do say so yourself, not too far from your shared apartment with your roommate Wonwoo.

The story of how you and Wonwoo became roommates is rather short and anticlimactic. Basically you and Wonwoo had mutual friends (read: Mingyu) and said mutual friend was like “Okay, my bffie Wonwoo is looking for a roommate and you need a place to stay, I think I’ve connected the dots.”

“You didn’t connect shit.”

“No, I’ve connected them.”

And that’s how you and Wonwoo met, through sir Mingyu. You guys have been living together for a year and a half now. You both get along rather well, your dynamic is nice. Wonwoo is rather clean, but he can’t really cook for the life of him so you’re the one who does the cooking at the apartment. You both like to read beside each other at night. Usually you guys have discussions on your current read and whether or not you guys would recommend the book to anyone or not. It’s like your own mini book club.

At first, this next activity was just a you thing. On Fridays when you weren’t busy, you’d put in a movie and make pizza. In the first month you started doing this, Wonwoo would just take a piece of pizza then retreat to his room after bidding you a small, “Thanks!” In the second month of you living together, Wonwoo started joining in on your movie nights. You both started switching off on who would choose the movie every week, and now it’s a tradition.

and now you both have hidden feelings towards each other but are too afraid to make a move, but that’s not important. yes it is you’re lying.

Wonwoo also likes to stop by and pick you up from work at times because he knows you don’t appreciate walking home alone, even though you do work rather close to where you guys live. This is due to an incident where a homeless man got mad at you for only giving him a five dollar bill, grabbing your arm forcefully so that you couldn’t run away. You ended up kicking him in the area where the sun does not shine, and you sprinted to your apartment crying. Wonwoo calmed you down by making you tea, and promised to try and pick you up from work when he could.

So that’s how you end up in this position now. You’re about to end your shift, and Wonwoo is waiting at one of the tables drinking the hot chocolate you made him as he waits for you. Only for your old bully from high school to suddenly walk in and start… a whole… conversation with you….

“Oh my god, yn?” You glance up from the latte you’re making, only to immediately look back down at it because jesus christ it’s fucking Eunji.

Eunji made your high school life absolute ass. She always befriended the people you’d start talking to, making them leave you behind as she told them false rumors. Of course, her being the more sociable one, they believed her right away. Who would believe the quiet one who has like one friend? Yeah, that’s right. You were rather lonely during high school due to this, but as soon as you entered college, things got a lot better.

You met Mingyu first, the 6’2” giant who has the personality that resembles a puppy. You became friends due to a shared chemistry class you were both forced to take. You bonded well over the fact that you both dislike science, and became best friends. He introduced you to his other friends after you and Wonwoo moved in together, and now your friend group consists of 12 other guys who act like babies. Basically, Mingyu is a friend matchmaker, a rather successful one at that.

“My god, it really is you. Do you go to Seoul University too?” She asks as she steps closer to the counter, tapping her acrylics on the hard surface. You clench your jaw slightly, turning around and placing the now finished latte on the other counter, calling out the customer’s name, before heading back over to take her order.

“Yeah, I’m in the psychology building.” You tell her with a fake smile, preparing the register to take her order.

“Oh really? Still quite a nerd, huh?” She asks with the most shit eating grin you've ever seen in your life, and it makes you want to jump across this counter and choke her. However, you choose to ignore her comment for the sake of your income.

“What would you like to order Eunji?”

“Are you dating anyone yet?” She asks instead, and it takes everything in your being to not sigh out loud.

“Yn, I’ll be taking over now.” You hear Yeri say behind you, and you let out a small smile. “It was nice seeing you Eunji.” You tell her, turning around and taking off your apron.

“Thank you Yeri.” You whisper and she gives you a knowing smile, nodding her head as you walk off.

You head towards the back where the break room is, unlocking your locker. You bite your lip at the recent conversation with the spawn of satan herself, letting your head hit the metal for a moment. You haven’t had a boyfriend, ever. You’ve been a bit luckier during your time in college because you have had a few guys ask you out, but you always turn them down. Why? Because you only want one guy, and that happens to be your goddamn roommate.

Letting out a sigh, you take out your padded coat and put it on, along with your red scarf. You step out of the break room, making your way to Wonwoo, only for Eunji to stop right in front of you with a big smile on her face.

“You never answered my question, do you have a boyfriend yet, yn?” You stare at her with the most deadpan expression, trying to step past her but she blocks you once again.

“Why aren’t you answering? Is it cause you still haven’t managed to get a guy to like you?” She asks with a small chuckle and you feel your blood boil.

god. this bitch is obsessed with me !!

“Actually Eunji, I do have a boyfriend. He’s waiting for me right now at that table over there.” You say, pointing over to where Wonwoo is sitting. She turns to look, and her eyes widen before she turns back to look at you.

“Jeon Wonwoo??” You nod your head with a small smile, feeling the regret pooling at your stomach.

haha why did i just do that :D

When you told Eunji that Wonwoo was your boyfriend, you completely forgot the fact that Jeon Wonwoo... was one of the most eligible bachelors at Seoul University... aha… ahahah….

“Yeah, we’ve been together for over a year now.” You say with a forced smile, which you hope looks genuine. She gapes at you, “There’s no way he’s your boyfriend yn, not even the high school furry liked you!”

Ouch.

“Thanks Eunji.” You tell her, trying to walk over to Wonwoo who is too invested in his book to have even noticed you being harrassed by this purple haired twat. Eunji’s faster though, and she walks over and starts a conversation with Wonwoo despite the absolute horror written across your face.

“Hi Wonwoo, my name is Eunji.” She says, giving a rather.. flirtatious smile. You frown immediately at the sight.

“Uh, hi?” He says, placing his bookmark into the book and turning to give her his attention.

“That girl, yn, over there,” She turns to point at you and his eyes widen a bit once he realizes that you’re off your shift. He gives you a smile and you give him a nervous smile back. “She says you’re her boyfriend?”

It’s almost comical how Wonwoo’s eyes widen even more and you almost facepalm. Eunji takes notice of this, and her lips form into a small smirk.

“Is this true?” She asks him and he glances over at you. You’re staring down at the floor, fiddling with your hands. Wonwoo feels his heart warm, and he stands up, towering over Eunji. She smiles at Wonwoo, thinking he’s gonna flirt with her as she takes in his handsome features from close up, only for him to step past her and make his way over to you.

“Wait wha-”

Wonwoo pulls you into his warm embrace and your eyes widen, arms instinctively wrapping around his middle. He plants a kiss on the top of your head and you feel your face turn red. “How cute, you’re telling people I’m your boyfriend now?” He whispers as you pull away from him to look at his face. You give him a playful glare, about to push him away when Eunji stops you in your tracks.

“Wait. You’re actually dating this girl?”

“Uh, hell yeah? She’s perfect hello.” Wonwoo says as if it’s the most obvious thing ever, and you feel your knees turn to jelly. Thinking to yourself, oh my god the guy i’ve been pining over for the past eight months just said i’m perfect. Eunji gives you a death glare, her ears turning red from anger.

“T-that’s ridiculous! You could’ve dated literally anybody else, and you choose her?!” She asks, voice getting higher in pitch the angrier she gets. Wonwoo glares at her, immediately making her cower a bit. You raise an eyebrow at the sight of Eunji actually being a bit afraid.

“I don’t know who you think you are that you have the right to say that about my girlfriend, or anyone in that matter, but it’s not right. I love yn, she’s my girlfriend for a reason. I’m sorry that you’re too jealous of her to even realize how wonderful of a person she is.” He defends you and you feel your face heat up again.

ima kiss this man right square on the mouth with his CONSENT.

“B-but, you never… you never made it apparent that you guys were even dating! There’s no way, this has to be a setup-” Wonwoo effectively cuts off Eunji.

By turning his head towards you and planting his lips onto yours. Your eyes widen for a split second because holy fucking shit, before closing them and kissing him back. You take notice of how soft his lips are, and how they taste faintly of chocolate and whipped cream. Wonwoo tastes a bit of coffee on your lips with a hint of caramel as well. He smiles against your lips at the thought of you sneaking some caramel syrup, thus causing you to smile as well.

“Were you eating some of the caramel syrup while you were making coffee?” He whispers against your lips teasingly, and you giggle. “What kind of person would I be if I wasn’t, Jeon Wonwoo.”

“O-oh my God.” Eunji mutters defeatedly, turning around and basically running out of the coffee shop. Once she’s gone, you and Wonwoo stare at each other with blushing faces.

“So, you like me huh?” He asks and you roll your eyes playfully, getting ready to push him away once again, only for him to squeeze your shoulders.

“You’re the one who kissed me Wonu.”

“You’re the one who said I’m your boyfriend, when I don’t remember us having reached that step yet.”

“Touché.”

You both stare at each other, challenge in your eyes. Only for you to let out a small giggle after a moment, and he chuckles too. He places a small kiss on your forehead, before pulling back and intertwining your fingers together.

“Let’s talk about this at home, huh?” He suggests and you nod your head eagerly.

“Please.” You both head out of the coffee shop, starting your walk home.

“I’m sorry for kissing you without your consent yn, I realize I should’ve asked you before I did it.” Wonwoo apologizes, and you nudge him a bit.

“I’ve been pining after you for like eight months, it was quite literally a dream come true.”

“Eight months huh?” He teases and you hit his arm making him laugh.

“You know, who was that girl? Why was she so mean to you?” Wonwoo asks after a moment of walking in silence and you let out a small sigh as you swing your guys’ intertwined hands.

“Now that, is a long story…. that I will tell at home.” You answer and he smiles. You both think to yourselves a bit more, settling back into a comfortable silence. Only for Wonwoo to break it and ask,

“Wanna make jjajangmyeon?”

“Hell fucking yeah I do.”

“Great, it’s a date.”

“Wonwoo, we live together.”

“Even better!”

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missskzbiased · 4 years

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Getting a Roommate (7)

Sooo... It’s finally there! The last chapter.

I would like to thank you all <3 Everyone that read/liked/reblogged/sent me messages you made me really happy! I didn’t think it would be like this so thank you, really!

Lastly, Sorry for the delay. I lost some things, wrote and rewrote a lot of it, grammarly is not working anymore (Ç.Ç) so it may have a lot of mistakes, even though I reviewed it (sometimes I go back at some part to check something and there is a dumb mistake and I end up like ????, so who knows)

Genre: Fluff, Romance; Sugestive; College Au; Roommate Au; Love Triangle

Pairing: Minho X Reader X Chan

Word Count: ~15,5K

Female Lead

Warnings: Language, Sugestive stuff (?), drunk people, jackass on a bar

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Final)

P.S.: Now I have a Spin off on this for Chan (Linked)

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There were only four words that could express what you felt when you heard Minho’s confession.

Four words you never ever thought you would say to him.

Four words that made you blush in embarrassment.

“Oh, Really? Okay, cool.” As soon as you said it, you regretted it, especially as Minho stood there, his shut eyes opening slowly to bury into yours. Who the hell would answer a confession in this way?!

You.

“Okay, cool?” He asked dumbfounded and you hid your face behind your hands.

“I’m sorry, you surprised me” You confessed ashamedly “I did not expect it”

“Sorry, but did you hear me when I said I moaned your name before?” His voice was amused even though he had just gotten reject. Minho couldn’t believe you were so oblivious to his feelings, but he couldn’t really blame you… He was oblivious to them too not long ago.

“Well, yeah!” You answered high pitched as you felt all your blood rush to your face “But how would I know you meant you liked me?! I thought you just wanted to bang!” You reasoned, far more nervous than you needed to be. Minho averted his eyes, trying to look anywhere but you.

“Will you stick to okay cool?” He asked bashfully “Hm… We can just forget it too. Pretend I didn’t say anything. I’m okay with being friends… I’m not a kid or anything… I can take a no for an answer…” He was starting to ramble and you couldn’t focus on him anymore. Minho just said he liked you, just like Chan had.

You were screwed.

“Hm… Actually I…” You tried to think something to say, but you were interrupted by an unaware Hyunjin knocking on the door.

“Hey, Minho? Can you lend me your car?” He asked and you promptly unlocked and opened the door, a fake and tight smile on your face. You never felt more grateful to Hyunjin, which was pretty easy, actually, since he had been an ass for most of your time together “Oh… “ He took your blushed self in, your hair messed up and your clothes wrinkled, landing his eyes on a flustered Minho “I didn’t mean to interrupt” He apologized, ready to turn away and get out of your sight.

“No!” You yelled at him, making him stop in his track “I was… I was going to… FELIX. Yeah, I totally forgot I had to go to Felix haha! Yeah… Great Felix… He must… Be… Expecting me?” You didn’t really know what you were saying, but you stuck to the fact they were as lost as you. You quickly got out of Minho’s room and entered your own just to pick up some stuff and making your way to Felix’s place.

You hoped your friend would be there because you would need him.

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It should be no surprise, but your best friend wasn’t really that helpful.

“No shit!” He uttered, cackling up “Way to go, Y/N!” He added, cheering you like he always did, except that this time he shouldn’t really. Felix was sat on the border of his bed while you were sprawled there, looking at him with a tired expression. Felix was one quite intelligent human being, but sometimes he just seems to miss important things like common sense.

“I think you’re missing the point here” You sighed and He sprawled himself on his bed beside you, looking at the ceiling.

“I think you’re missing a damn good opportunity to get laid not once, but twice!” He stated, as you said, not really helpful at all “Chan and Minho are way too hot to pass up! Actually, maybe you could get laid once, but with both of them” He realized, widening his eyes as he turned his head to you, expecting you to acknowledge his idea. You laid there, your face turned to him, your eyes meeting with two different feelings: Excitedeness and Tiredness.

“I’m serious, Felix!” You whined and he scoffed.

“You think I’m joking?! Picture it! Two damn hot guys banging you! I would pay for a chance like this!” He sighed, happy with his scenario, and you scoffed.

“You would pay to bang me? Are you going to say you like me too?” You joked and he pushed your shoulder.

“No, dummy! I mean it, you really should talk this through with them, you’re so going to regret it if you don’t” He advised and you shook your head, dumbfound.

“Your way of solving things is out of the box” You stated amazed and he chuckled “I can’t bang them now that I know they like me, can I?” It wasn’t a real question, but Felix answered it anyway.

“Of course you can! Y/N, think with your lower head for once, really! What’s the matter? You just have to be clear and say you just want to have sex. It’s not that hard” He shrugged, making you sighed.

“My lower head is not trustworthy! Last time I used it I touched myself to –“ You choked on your words, realizing what you were about to say and Felix widened his eyes.

“You didn’t!” He shot up, sitting on his bed with his mouth agape “You masturbated to them?! You horny bitch! I can’t believe it! So what is the problem? You clearly want them to fuck you!” Why had Felix to be so… Crude? You hid your face with the pillow and screamed against it, feeling your ears burning as the shame of talking about this crashed on you. He chuckled before you glared at him, moody.

“You can’t say it to anyone!” You threatened and He laughed.

“Aish… I was just about to text my friend about my best friend DJ’s life! What am I going to do now?” He feigned to be upset and you slammed his arm, he winced in pain “Ouch!” He pouted, rubbing his arm and looking at you with puppy eyes.

“Anyway! I don’t like them, so I can’t just fuck them like this” You sighed.

“Why not? Both of them are kinda fuckboys, right? They fucked a lot of people without feeling anything, okay? I guess the universe is being fair and teaching them a lesson” He wondered. Felix’s mind would never fail to amaze you. Even though He was right about the fuckboys part, it didn’t mean they knew how to handle this when they were the vulnerable ones.

“Have you ever heard about emotional responsibility?” You asked sarcastically and He arched his brow, giving you an ironic look.

“I’m not sure... Can you eat it?” He played dumb and you nudged him laughing.

“I have to take their feeling on account, I can’t just go there and fuck them because I know they would do me” You explained to him, sitting down to mimic him and looking him in the eyes “I wouldn’t like if they just banged me if I liked them, you know? Right now they’re like children… Dumb and helpless, because that’s what liking someone does to you. I can’t take advantage of them like this”

“Y/N… They’re grown-up asses, you know that, right?” He snorted “I doubt they will hold a grudge against you because you fucked them! Actually, it would be quite the opposite, really” He reasoned “I think you’re worrying too much about this… Are you sure you don’t like them? Aren’t you afraid of being hurt instead of hurting them?” Felix may be weird, but he knew you. You averted your eyes from him and bit your lip.

“What if I fall for one of them?” You asked unsure and Felix smiled warmly at you, throwing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer.

“Then you will be happy with one great guy” He said simply “Chan would be a perfect boyfriend and Minho can be a little bit… Blind to his own feelings, but if he finally acknowledged he likes you, I can only imagine him treating you like the queen you are” You smiled back at him and nudged in his embrace. Maybe your best friend was useful after all.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to like someone” You confessed unsurely and Felix sighed.

“Well, I guess we can figure it out if that happens” He shrugged “If they mess with you I will be there to catch you” He smiled to you and you reciprocated it, laying your head down on his shoulder “Just don’t expect me to punch anyone, you know I can’t fight” He added and you laughed.

“You literally have a black belt” You reminded him, looking in his eyes, your own shaped like crescents as you chuckled.

“Nah, I just bought it because I liked the color” He joked and you nudged him with your shoulders “But really… I think you should try to know them better or something if you’re not comfortable with banging them now. You know Minho enough, you live with him… If you didn’t like him until now, I don’t think you will get there” He reasoned and you pondered. Well, he did have a point. If you didn’t like Minho all this time, you probably just wouldn’t like him at all.

“I liked to kiss Chan… That’s for sure” You remembered, blushing “Maybe I should ask him out on a date? We have just been watching movies until now… Maybe I could… I don’t know. Do you know what kind of things he likes to do?” You realized you never really thought about what Chan liked to do, you guys just did things you liked until here.

“Do you want a filthy answer or a –“ Felix couldn’t finish his sentence as you hit his arm, making him cackle “I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” He uttered laughing as he tried to avoid your hits “Chan really likes music… I think his life is all about music, although I remember him saying he did like to go to the beach… Something about being a swimmer kind of guy instead of a ballplayer” Felix wondered.

“Oh! Going to the beach sounds nice, doesn’t it? It would be a cute date, wouldn’t it?” You asked unsurely and Felix grinned.

“So applied! What a good girl” He mocked you, talking with a baby voice he knew that pissed you off. You rolled your eyes, but smiled a moment after, laughing at his antics.

“You’re the worst best friend I ever met” You stated, and He scoffed.

“Which is pretty impressing, since I’m also the only one you ever met” He retorted and you smacked him again “Stop hitting me!” He whined jokingly and you snorted. It was nice to have Felix close, messing with you, and giving awful advice in the evening. You held his hand and smiled at him. He eyed you confused, expecting what kind of payback you would give him.

“I’m really happy to have you as my friend” You said sincerely, and He smiled back at you, his eyes beaming.

“Awn! I love you too” He cooed, hugging you tightly. You feigned disgust and tried to push him away half-heartedly, making him laugh and squeeze you tighter “Too late to take that back, you meanie!” He whined, letting you go and pushing you, making you fall on the mattress.

“What do you think? Should I call him now?” You asked, just laying there, raising your phone above your face, and searching for Chan’s number. You looked at Felix, unsure “Tomorrow is Sunday… Sunday is a typical beach day, right?” You bit your lower lip and Felix snorted.

“You do realize that if you ask him to go anywhere, even on his class’s day, he would go with you, right? He said he likes you, Y/N! You don’t have to worry that much” Felix reminded you. He was right. Chan liked you! He had no reason to bail on you… You mustered up your courage and dialed his number.

“Y/N? What’s up?” His voice sounded on the speakerphone “Do you need anything?”

“Hm… I was thinking about asking you on a date” You said shyly and Felix grinned at you.

“Oh? That sounds great!” he answered fast and Felix laughed.

“She didn’t even say where she wanna go yet, dude!” Felix approached his face to your phone, screaming so Chan could hear him on the other side. You nudged him with your foot, hissing at him. You heard Chan whining embarrassed.

“I was wondering if you want to go to the beach tomorrow” You stated, more confident now.

“That sounds great” he laughed, more composed now “It just happens that sometimes I can see into the future, so I kinda knew where this was going” He joked and you giggle.

“Yeah, sure” You mocked “I will text you the details, okay? Bye!” You said as he hummed in agreement.

“See? Not that hard” Felix chuckled “He’s so into you” He wiggled his brows and you scoffed.

As surprising as it could be, your best friend was really useful.

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You could say that later when you arrived home, was pretty weird.

“Hey” Minho said from the couch, not looking at you. He was stiff, passing through the channels absently. You stiffened too, clearing your throat before giving him a small greeting. You stood there for a few moments, not looking at him, deciding it would be better to go to your room, the awkwardness too much to handle “Are we… Are we okay?” He asked unsure.

“Of course!” You answered immediately, surprised he even asked “I… I think I own you an apology” You said, and he looked at you, even though he tried to be cool, you could see the hurt under his eyes.

“No, that’s fine… I get it” He shrugged “You don’t like me. That’s fine! We can be friends, so it’s okay” He smiled. A fake smile. You smiled back, as tense as him “Do you want… To watch something?”He asked unsure and you shook your head.

“No, not today… I have to go to sleep now” You denied, and he arched a brow.

“So soon? Why? It’s 12 AM or something, isn’t it?” He asked confused and you averted your eyes, wondering if you should say it. But why wouldn’t you? He understood you were just friends… You shouldn’t feel uncomfortable with a friend, right?

“I have a date with Chan tomorrow” You explained “We’ll leave early, so I thought it would be better if I slept earlier as well” You added.

“Oh…” Minho tried his best not to show his disappointment, but it was all over his face. His voice sounded upset and you grimaced, worried you hurt him “That’s… Nice. Have a good date tomorrow” He wished half-heartedly, turning back to the TV.

“Yeah… Maybe we can watch it tomorrow night?” You asked and He nodded.

“Sure! If I’m free tomorrow night, I’m all yours” He agreed.

You nodded, going to your room.

That was… Awkward.

You laid down on your bed wondering if things would be this awkward from now on. You hoped it wasn’t. You liked to spend your time with Minho, watching TV and chatting, watching him cooking while dancing randomly, hear him complaining about Hyunjin dislike for cats… You didn’t want to lose this. Minho was your friend. A great friend, even if you didn’t know each other for long… Maybe he could even be your second Felix! Who knew?

Lost in those thoughts you fell asleep.

You waked up startled with your alarm. Why the fuck did you set that so early?! You turned it down, whining while still sprawled in your bed. You got up unwillingly, wondering why you had to come up with the idea of going to the beach on a Sunday morning. Maybe you should have suggested going at night, watch the sunset or whatever! Why wake up earlier than necessary? It was too late to regret it now, even though you couldn’t stop whining in your head as you took a bath to feel awake.

When you came out, already on your bath suit and your clothes on, you met Minho wiggling his butt while cooking. You let a chuckle out, and He eyed you, noticing your presence. He stopped his dance before Hyunjin’s voice made its presence.

“Morning, Y/N!” He said excitedly “Heard you’re going on a date with Chan today” He stated, smiling.

“Yeah” You agreed nonchalantly. You eyed Minho fixing the breakfast and your eyes trailed back to Hyunjin “Why are you guys up?” you asked curiously.

“We’re going on a date too” He announced proudly and you shot your brows up.

“Oh? That’s nice!” You said surprised and He nodded at you.

“Figured Minho needed a distra—“ He started to say, but Minho glared at him, and he promptly shut up “I mean, figured we both could get back to business”

“Good for you!” You cheered “I hope you guys have fun” You said sincerely, and Minho frowned, turning back to the pan as Hyunjin grimaced “Hey, are you making some for me too?” You asked smiling.

“I thought you were going to eat with Chan” He answered “I didn’t make enough for three, sorry” He apologized quickly and you felt your lips twisting down.

“No! That’s okay… You’re right, maybe we can eat something” You shrugged. You watched as the boys ate their food while you were waiting for Chan. Hyunjin eyed you guilty, offering you a piece of his pancake that you kindly refused. Right on time, Chan rang the bell and you got off the stool, waving goodbye for the boys as you opened the door for him.

“Hey, babygirl” He smiled at you, taking your hand on his “Ready to go?”

“Yep!” You agreed, smiling, as you squeezed his hand and closed the door behind you “But I’m starving! Should we stop somewhere to eat something?” You suggested and he nodded.

“Sounds good to me!” He smiled “Maybe we could buy some stuff to eat on the beach? Make a picnic?”He wondered and you beamed at his idea.

“That’s great! We can eat as we watch the sea… Sounds lovely!” You smiled, excitedly. He smiled back at you, his dimples showing. He looked so happy right now that you couldn’t help but kiss his cheek, grinning sheepishly “An award for your good idea” You joked.

“If I knew having good ideas would reward me with your kisses I would have become a genius by now” He sighed mockingly, feigning disappointment as you laughed at him “May I reward you too?” He asked bashfully and you nudged him.

“Reward me for what?” You asked curiously, and he kissed the tip of your nose.

“For being cute or something like this” He shrugged and you slapped him softly.

“What a great award!” You mocked, making him laugh. Your ride to the market was like this, little jokes and soft mocking as you guys made easy conversation. It was good to talk to Chan, the weight of insecurity you had before taken away from your shoulders. You weren’t with him to fuck him randomly, you were getting to know him, and he was pretty nice, just as you pictured him.

Your way to the beach was filled with music and singing your lungs out, your face turned to the window as you screamed wrong lyrics all the way to the beach, making Chan cackled up. You eyed him singing the lyrics in the right way and scoffed.

“Oh! We have a mister knows it all here?” You teased him and he scoffed back at you.

“I’m a musician, babygirl” He reminded you “I think we have a long way ahead if you can’t sing these songs right! I may have to stick around you with teaching purposes, of course,” He grinned slyly as you laughed, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Smooth” You stated “I have to warn you that I’m not only bad at singing, I also suck on swimming” He looked at you surprised.

“So why did you ask me to take you to the beach? We could go anywhere else!” You shrugged, turning your face away.

“I may have asked Felix what you liked to do” You glanced at him to see if he would have any reaction and you could see he was trying to hide a grin, his ears reddening “We’re going on a date, so I figured I could put some effort on making you comfortable” You stated just like he said the first date you had and his grin turned into a smile.

“I’m always comfortable if I’m with you” He glanced in your way and you tried to hide your smile, resting your chin on your hand and looking at the trees passing quickly outside.

“Since you want to teach me so many things, we could begin with swimming lessons, hm?” You suggested, “Maybe the first lesson should be mouth to mouth?” You said slyly, and he laughed, shaking his head.

“And you call me smooth? I may not be a lifeguard but I can certainly try to teach you that” He agreed, and you both laughed at your horrible flirting. You stayed in silence for a while, serious, until you decided to speak your mind. You looked him intensely, he glanced your way curiously “What happened?”

“I want you to know that… A friend of mine confessed to me recently and it made me wonder if I liked you guys… I think he’s out of question, but it made me wonder if I shouldn’t try it out with you. I’m not sure about my feelings yet. I don’t want to lie to you or anything like that, so I thought you should know” He seemed to think about what you said and he nodded, humming.

“So Minho confessed to you?” He asked and you let out a surprised gasp.

“How did you know?!” You asked chocked and he chuckled.

“It was pretty obvious he liked you” He shrugged “To be honest, I thought you liked him… I’m happy you choose me, even if you’re not sure you like me back. I will try my best, Y/N… I really like you. I think you’re the strangest girl I ever met but in a good way! I like the way you just go around being yourself, not worrying about anything… I like the way you just speak your mind” He confessed, blushing, and you felt your own cheeks heating up.

“I don’t know what to say” You admitted, averting your eyes. You noticed you had finally arrived at the beach. There wasn’t a lot of people there, although you could see some people running in the sand and playing in the sea. The sky looked beautiful, a literal sky blue standing there in all its glory, some white and fluffy clouds adorning it. Chan parked in the first spot he saw, close enough to the beach, so you wouldn’t be tired from carrying things there. He threw his arm over the back of your seat and grinned.

“So you can just kiss me” He suggested smugly and you laughed, nudging his shoulder.

“You flirty bastard!” You accused as he laughed along with you “Can’t believe you’re so bold! Oh my god” You awed, getting out of the car and picking the stuff you bought.

“Let me carry these for you” He said and you brought the bags closer to your body, frowning.

“I can carry some bags around” You whined, making him chuckle.

“I know you can, but I wanna show off, ok?” He rolled his eyes playfully. You firmly held your bags, getting them on your other hand, so he couldn’t pick them up. You averted your eyes and bit your lower lip, grinning slyly before opening your mouth.

“You can hold this, it’s heavy” You stated as you extended your empty hand in mid-air, glancing at him. Chan cackled up, looking at you in amusement before he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers.

“You sly little thing” He scoffed, walking along with you peacefully to the beach. You didn’t think it would be so easy to just do this kind of thing with Chan, but surprisingly it was. You didn’t feel awkward around him as you felt with Minho while flirting, you felt comfortable and normal like he was a longtime friend that just happened to be flirting with you. He started to swing your hands as you walked in the sand, the soft feeling under your feet making you giggle.

“Do you see that kid over there?” You asked, looking to a family that was happily eating together as a child built something with the sand, focused “Whoever reach there faster wins!” You announced.

“Win what?” He asked amused and you shrugged.

“Does it really matter?” Chan chuckled “On three! One… Two… T— Hey! That’s cheating!” You yelled as he sprinted first, letting go of your hand and beating you easily. You ran to reach him and panted, you rested your hands on your knees before eyeing him “Cheater!” You accused, making him laugh.

“I was counting on my mind, you were just too slow” You hit his arm weakly as he grinned at himself “What’s my prize?”

“Cheaters don’t get prizes, dummy” You stuck your tongue to him, mockingly, and he sat on the sand, supporting himself with his arms on the sand, his body leaning slightly back “Your loss because I would give you the honor for another date” You shrugged.

“That’s not fair! We can run again, I will behave this time” He whined looking at you with puppy eyes and a cute pout that made you scoff. You picked up the first snack you saw on the bag and shoved it into his mouth.

“That’s all you can get now” You feigned a saddened tone, and he took the cookie you shoved into his mouth, eating it happily.

“That’s okay, I will change your mind later on, and we will have a lot of dates to go” He said as he closed his eyes, taking in the sun. Chan looked angelic under the sunlight, the light breeze on the beach blew some locks of hair randomly, his lips turned upwards, happy to feel the sand under his fingers and the sea breath on his face. He seemed in peace there, like he was home. You liked the sea as well, you even liked to go to the beach sometimes, but you couldn’t relate to this feeling. You sat beside him, hugging your knees as you looked at the sea, enjoying the breeze.

“You seem to love the beach” You stated. Chan opened his eyes and looked at you, smiling brightly.

“I do. I always went to the beach with my parents when I was home… I guess being here just cures my homesickness” He agreed, his gaze fixed on the sea as he spoke softly. You took his hand on yours, smiling.

“Sometimes I get homesick too” You stated “I didn’t really go to the beach or anything like this with my parents, so I just stay at my place though” You chuckled. Chan averted his eyes from the sea to look at you. His eyes seemed deep and loving, focused just on you for a moment.

“When you feel homesick you can just come to me” He smiled cutely, his dimples showing again and you felt a smile spread on your face “I will be your home” You felt your cheeks heating up at his statement.

Someone to call home.

You weren’t really the romantic type. If anyone ever asked, you would say you’re just a friendly and cuddling type, someone who likes to stay with friends and speak your mind up, laugh, play. You never thought about having a real relationship, but Chan was making you wonder. If anything, you hoped the person you would love to be your home… Someone you could always go and stay there, loved, secure… A safe place in this exhausting world.

“Y/N?” Your name sounded in the air, but it wasn’t Chan’s voice that held it. You saw his eyes looking surprised at the owner of the voice and you followed his gaze to meet Hyunjin, Minho, and two unknown girls “I didn’t know you would be on the beach!” Hyunjin said exaggeratedly excited.

“That’s because I didn’t tell you so you wouldn’t interrupt it” You mocked him. One thing you could say that Hyunjin excelled was interrupting any alone moment you had with guys. For the last week he managed to do this like a thousand times with you and Minho, so you couldn’t be really surprised to see him interrupting you now, although it was a weird coincidence.

“Well, that sounds fair since I just interrupted it” He chuckled “Should we make it a triple date then?” He suggested and you looked unsurely at Chan, who didn’t look too fond of this idea but smiled anyway.

“Why not? Join us” His voice sounded stiff and you wondered if you should just send them away, but you didn’t even need to do this, because soon enough Minho spoke up.

“Let them be alone, Hyunjin” He said simply “We’ll spoil their date” That being said he started to walk away, his hand resting on the lower back of his date. He didn’t seem too bothered to see you and Chan together. Yesterday he had said he liked you and today he didn’t even bother to see you with Chan which could only mean he misread his own feelings. That was good. If Minho didn’t like you, you didn’t have a reason to be awkward around him. Everything would be fine.

Chan nudged you when they got far enough, calling for your attention.

“Wanna learn how to swim?” He asked shyly, making you giggle.

“Let’s eat first, Ariel” You answered laughing, picking up the food on your bag so you could prepare a sandwich. Chan whined at your joke and stole your sandwich, biting it before handing it back “Ya! It’s mine, you meanie” You whined jokingly before handing it to him with a smile and making another one for you.

As you both shared your breakfast peacefully looking at the sea, throwing some comments and jokes now and then, you could only feel yourself getting more and more comfortable with Chan. Maybe you didn’t like him yet, but you certainly could get there. As soon as you finished your food, both of you got in the cold water, splashing it on one another and laughing. It was needless to say the rest of your date went pretty well, even though you didn’t learn how to swim at all.

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College could suck sometimes… Like every day.

You rested your head on your writing desk, sighing heavily as you wished you could just let your assignments rest there by themselves and magically getting done on their own. If you could ask anything to god, you would ask him to do these assignments for you because you couldn’t handle them anymore. Why did your professors need to destroy your life? You would never know. Your complaining loop reached its end when you heard a knock on your door.

Thank god! Someone to distract you from your responsibilities.

You opened the door excited, hoping it was Minho keeping up with your movie night.

Minho had been strange lately… Before he confessed to you, he simply didn’t talk to you, avoided you, and didn’t bring anyone home. Now, he switched the bringing part and couldn’t stop bringing girls home, but still didn’t talk to you. He had been bringing girls one day after another, and he kept himself busy, always ditched you and… Well, it sucked! You could understand if he was hurt or something like this, you know? If he needed time to heal or any shit like that, but he was banging everyone around! He wasn’t hurt! Why couldn’t he be your friend like a normal human being?

Besides, bringing girls home every single day was tiring! Well, he must be tired too, if you consider he didn’t stop banging… But that was not the point! You had to put up with the girls he brought home, and they were… Some of them were really mean, just eyeing you on the couch as if you were a piece of trash and you couldn’t help but think “Hey! I live here, sweety! Get the hell out If you don’t like it”, but you didn’t say anything because you were a great roommate. When the girls didn’t eye you like you were a threat, they simply didn’t acknowledge your presence at all, just making out eagerly with him as they tried to get some clothes off until they reached his room. This way or another, it sucked.

You couldn’t stop checking your phone now, always worried if he was going to bring some girl out of nowhere and it was tiring. You couldn’t feel happy anymore, it was like you weren’t home. You had to stay tuned all night, worrying you would disturb them when they were actually disturbing you. Even so, you still hoped Minho would just stop this for once and be with you like he used to be.

You missed him.

You missed your friend.

“Hey, your boyfriend is here” Hyunjin said as soon as you opened the door, his thumb pointing to the living room.

“He’s not my boyfriend” You corrected him out of habit.

Hyunjin always called Chan your boyfriend even though every time he said it, you disagreed. You and Chan were seeing each other, getting to know each other. You weren’t dating. You heard someone clearing their throat and you stretched your head to see who was next to Hyunjin… It turned out to be Chan, eyeing you funnily.

“Hey, babygirl” He smiled at you, amused. You made a mental note to kick Hyunjin later, his victorious smile made you wonder why he was so against your “relationship” with Chan. You also had to thank god for sending you an angel since Chan didn’t mind your denial, taking it lightly and jokingly.

“What are you doing here?” You asked curiously. You didn’t invite him over, and Chan wasn’t really the type to just come to your place out of nowhere. He raised a bag until it was at your eyes level, dangling it in the air.

“I brought the stuff you let on my car” He explained, giving it to you “I figured it would be strange to give them to you in college since we’re not dating… And I… Kinda wanted to see you” Hyunjin made a gagging sound as he walked away from you making you laugh “I don’t know why you’re still here living with him” Chan rolled his eyes. He wasn’t really fond of Hyunjin yet, still blaming him for the lock incident. Which was his fault, so… Chan was right after all.

“You’re so soft” You smiled, taking him into your room and locking the door so Hyunjin couldn’t disturb you anymore, you leaned in to give him a peck on his cheek “Hyunjin isn’t as bad as he seems… You will get used to him” You shrugged, throwing the bag on your bed and sitting there “What do you wanna do?” Chan looked at you contemplative.

“Do you want a cute answer or what’s been on my mind?” He joked, making you chuckle. You stood up from your bed, walking slowly on his way, grabbing his hand and guiding him to your bed. You shoved him, making him fall on your bed, his elbows supporting his body so he wouldn’t be laying there “Y-Y/N?” His voice was trembling, his eyes widened in chock.

“Maybe you should tell me what’s on your mind…” You let your words hang in the air, your knee getting on the bed right beside his tight, your hand slowly pushing his chest until his back hit the matress. You leaned in, your lips brushing agains his ear as you let your breath fan over there “…Daddy” You felt powerful when he let out a choked groan, his hands snaping to your hips and grabing you firmly, yet cautious.

“C-Chan…” You didn’t know what you wanted to say. Was it a warning? Was it an invitation? You just felt the need to chant his name, your nails digging in his back trying to hold onto something that made you sane. He didn’t even do anything and you were helpless… You felt your cheeks warming, your neck and chest burning “Kiss me” you demanded.

“Call me Daddy, babygirl… You don’t want me to punish you” He warned, but leaned in to kiss you anyway. This time his kiss wasn’t gentle nor loving, he kissed you like Minho. His lips smashed into yours, claiming you, dominating you, his tongue explored your mouth eagerly and you felt dizzy with his kiss. He tasted good somehow, he was intoxicating…You let your hand wander on his neck, pulling his hair, making him groan into the kiss. You suddenly felt his hand under your shirt, pulling it up slightly, and you couldn’t help but let a moan escape your lips, breaking the kiss after his hand reached to cup your breast.

“Daddy, please…” You pleaded. Chan buried his nose on your neck again, breathing in deeply, taking you in, his thumb brushed over your nipple, your voice made your way easily, loudly hanging in the air like a request for more. You felt hot, your clothes suddenly feeling like too much on your body.

“Please what, Babygirl? Use your words” He ordered and you wished you could answer him, but Hyunjin must have some kind of alarm buried in his damn ass so he could interrupt you every damn time of your life. You heard the knock on your door and let out an exhausted sigh, your anger getting the best of you.

“Get the hell out of here, Hyunjin!” You yelled, pissed off, but the voice that answered back wasn’t Hyunjin’s… It was Felix’s.

“That’s what I would say to you, bitch!” He yelled back, making you chuckle. Why? Lord, why you had such inconvenient friends? Why couldn’t you have a single friend that let you fuck or make out in peace? Chan sighed heavily, getting off you and rolling in your bed, his hand left your breast to rub his own face, he was certainly cursing Felix on his head.

You got up from your bed and opened your door, making sure you didn’t make yourself presentable at all, so your best friend could know he was a son of a bitch that got on your way. Felix took in your messed hair and your wrinkled clothes with a chuckle. What a little prick… He looked at you mockingly and shrugged. You would have to murder him someday.

“It seems like I interrupted something” His voice wasn’t apologetic, but his expression was a mocking apology that made you want to punch his face “That’s good though! Hyunjin asked me on a date” You choked, coughing so much that Chan had to pat your back, getting out of your bed quickly and worried.

“What the fuck, man?” Hyunjin uttered “I asked if you wanted to watch a movie with us or something” He corrected and Felix shrugged.

“Same thing” He chuckled and you rested your hand on your chest, picking up your breath “Anyway, come watch it with us!” Felix grabbed your hand and guided you to your living room, not really letting you choose. Chan followed you both, looking as tired as you. On the couch, Minho waited expressionless, eating popcorn and looking at something on TV.

“Oh? You’re free tonight?” You asked surprised and Minho looked at you, arching his brow.

“Yeah, Hyunjin said he wanted a movie night, he was jealous because I wasn’t paying attention to him” Hyunjin groaned, pissed at his friends and you let out a chuckle. So, Minho could speak normally to you! Okay, that was good news. You sat beside him, smiling, but he didn’t smile back at you, he simply looked to Hyunjin, expecting what he would say.

“What about a horror movie, hm?” Hyunjin suggested, grinning suggestively.

You weren’t really fond of horror movies, but you nodded anyway, patting the seat next to you so Chan would sit there. He promptly sat next to you, throwing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer, as you brought your knees up, allowing Hyunjin to sit on the floor, his back on the couch. Felix went to Hyunjin’s left and sat on Minho’s feet, getting a whine from the older boy that he promptly ignored, unbothered.

“You can rest your feet on mine” You said to him, smiling.

“Thank you, kitty” He smiled back, pilling his legs with yours, and you felt Chan tense up under you. You bitten your lower lip, wondering if Chan was upset with your nickname, you figured it would be strange if Minho kept calling you like this… You looked at him with an apologetic smile this time.

“I think it’s better if you call me by my name for now…” You muttered but you knew he listened because he shot you a hurt expression before pulling a composed one.

“Sure” He muttered back, averting his eyes from you. Hyunjin cleared his throat, surfing through the movies option not paying attention to anything, making Felix scoff.

“Are you sure you want a horror movie, Hyunjin? You look afraid to read the synopsis” He mocked, getting a groan from Hyunjin “Here, let me choose it” Felix demanded, taking the controller and picking up a movie he thought would scare you all.

It didn’t.

The movie sucked. It was like any other horror movie you ever watched: Some shitty stubborn ghost dragged some random people into their business, blaming them for something they didn’t even know that happened and tormenting these poor people. These people were also dumb and couldn’t get a damn clue they were going into some shitty thing and keep doing things that drag them even more into the ghost’s issue and all of them ended up dying or miraculously getting away from the shitty they buried themselves into.

Boring.

You didn’t have other options though, so you kept watching it with a bothered expression, covering your ears now and then so you wouldn’t get startled by the jump scares. Everything was going fine until you felt Chan’s hand hovering on your waist, his thumb gentling rubbing circles on your skin, making you shiver. You bit your lower lip as his hand gotten under your shirt, caressing your belly and making you chuckle.

Perhaps it was the chuckle but Minho sensed your change of mood, glancing at you and seeing Chan’s hand under your shirt. He wished it could be him. He noticed your tensed figure, trying to keep everything in low profile, even though Chan wasn’t actually doing anything yet, and he clenched his teeth when Chan whispered something on your ear, making you shiver and close your eyes in delight. Minho could only imagine what if it was him… Would you close your eyes like that? Bit your lips like that? Grab his thigh like that? Expose your neck like…

His train of thoughts was interrupted by a kick on his crotch.

“Whatafuc-“ He hissed, his hand snapping to his crotch while you widened your eyes.

So… You may have a horny Chan caressing you not so innocently, and you may have not paid enough attention to your surroundings. This time when the jump scare came you were too into controlling your breath and concentrating in Chan’s hand trailing to your thighs and you may or may not have had a fucking heart attack when the ghost jumped in the screen out of nowhere, startling you so much that you kicked Minho.

Right in his crotch.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You cried, getting off Chan and kneeling on the couch, your hand snapped to his crotch without further thinking, worried you had injured him for real. He wouldn’t get a fucking child! Did he want to be a father? Well! Even if he didn’t, he should be able to keep his balls… Your thoughts faded when he moaned under your touch “Oh, god, sorry!” You whined, getting your hand off him and cursing yourself.

Who the hell just grab people’s dicks around?!

You felt your cheeks flushed and snapped your eyes to Chan, worried.

“I didn’t mean to grab his dick!” You uttered, making Felix and Hyunjin cackle up while Minho curled up and hid his lower half, his hand cupping it as his face contorted in pain and embarrassment. Chan waved his hand shrugging it off with a chuckle “Are you okay? I’m so, so sorry!” You said as you turned back to Minho, grabbing his face and looking him in the eyes, the tears prickling his eyes as he tried to smile at you.

“I’m fine, that’s fine” He assured you, but his voice said otherwise.

Hyunjin took advantage of the moment to suddenly get up and turn off the TV, resuming the movie night. “I guess the mood is ruined” He shrugged, making Felix scoff “Let’s just give up on the movie night, what a shame” He feigned a saddened tone.

“You’re saying it because you were scared” Felix stated, making you laugh “But I guess he’s right… Minho just got hit on the dick, I don’t think he wants to keep watching this and it’s getting late for Chan” You two looked at Chan, who seemed fine with it.

“Well, I’m driving, but I guess it’s better to give up” He agreed, chuckling at Hyunjin relieved self “Wanna a ride home, Felix?”

“Oh, no! Thanks. I’m sleeping here tonight” He refused and you shot your brows up looking at him “Is that okay, Y/N?”

“Of course! You can crash here whenever you want! I just got surprised” You laughed, waving your hands to dismiss the thought he could bother you, as you laughed, shaking your head, you could see in the corner of your eyes Chan eyeing you, and you looked at him, smiling. You didn’t know what he was expecting, but he stood there a few seconds, looking at you expectantly before clearing his throat.

“So… I guess I’m going…” He seemed unsure “Bye” He waved at you, looking really uncomfortable. You guessed he was probably shy because the other guys were there too, so you approached him, gave him a peck on his cheek, and opened the door, waving him goodbye before closing the door. Felix smiled at you sympathetically, making you frown, and both of you helped Hyunjin clean up everything while Minho excused himself.

“So…” Felix said as soon as you came into your room “You didn’t invite him to stay the night” He stated before you shrugged it off, frowning confused as you couldn’t understand why he sounded like he pitied you.

“He would have to sleep on the couch… It’s way better if he went home” You pointed out “He doesn’t like Hyunjin, so he wouldn’t sleep with him… I don’t think he would be comfortable sleeping with Minho and you’re sleeping with me” You added.

“I could sleep on the couch” He suggested, making you scoff.

“As if! You don’t let me sleep on the couch on your place, there’s no way I would do that to you” You said firmly, getting a chuckle from him.

“I could sleep with Hyunjin or Minho” He reminded you. Well, that was true, but it didn’t even cross your mind…You couldn’t get Felix’s point, though. Why did he look like he knew something you didn’t? He crossed his legs, what made him look like some kind of wise man, and you frowned at him, feeling uncomfortable as you sensed he would come up with something.

“So what? It’s not a big deal” You shrugged “He’s already gone anyway” Before you could say anything else, Felix sighed and looked right into your eyes.

“I think you should stop seeing Chan” He stated seriously.

What?

“You want me to date Minho?” You asked surprised and Felix shot his brow up, looking at you in disbelief.

“You do realize that you can live without dating them, right? I don’t think you like Chan and I don’t think you will, Y/N… Do you like him?” He looked serious like he had been thinking about it for some time, and you knew you couldn’t lie to him… Especially if he seemed so serious about this, so you bit your lower lip and sat beside him, shaking your head.

“No, not yet…” You confessed “But I do think I can like him! He’s really sweet, Felix… I’m loving to spend time with him, it’s been amazing! And today… Wow… Before you interrupted us” You eyed him upset, making him chuckle “I wasn’t even thinking about anything, I wasn’t feeling insecure, I felt he would love me like I wanted to be loved” You stated, your voice soft as you remembered all the time you spent with Chan recently.

“It’s not love, Y/N” Felix said sadly “You like to spend time with me too, don’t you? You think I’m amazing…” He grinned at that and you pushed him playfully, laughing, “I think you see him as your friend. A good friend. Not as good as me, of course, because, please! He won’t ever beat me” He sounded cocky and you couldn’t help but cackle up, agreeing “But Chan likes you… I don’t think he deserves this”

“You were the one who said I should date him!” You accused, making him snort.

“No! I was the one who said you should fuck him. I did think you should get to know him, but you already spent time with him, didn’t you? Even if it’s not too much time, I think it’s obvious you don’t feel anything for him. When you like someone you want to spend every second with them… You didn’t even think twice before sending him home, Y/N, while he stood there hoping you would invite him” His voice was so serious you didn’t even think it belonged to Felix.

He was right, you didn’t even think about inviting him, but you didn’t spend so much time with him either. What if you started to like him? You wondered if you would like Chan someday. Would he be the one you wanted to call home? He certainly could be. He was so perfect! He didn’t have any flaw that made you think about rejecting him… Maybe if you dated a little bit longer…

“Are you sure you don’t like Minho?” Felix asked cautiously and you shot him a surprised look.

“Why would you ask that?” You asked suspicious of him “Do you think I like Minho? I don’t think I like him more than I would like Chan” You denied “And I don’t think he likes me either, he’s bringing girls every day, fucking them every day too, I guess. I think he misread his own feelings”

“I think you’re dense” Felix laughed “He likes you, that’s for sure, and I think you may feel something for him… You grabbed his dick today, Y/N, I don’t think that’s normal” You whined, hitting him with your pillow.

“It wasn’t my intention! I grabbed it out of reflex!” You complained, making Felix laugh.

“What kind of reflex is that?!” He joked, laughing out loud as he wiped a tear “I don’t know… You always invited Minho to do stuff with us, but you never did this to Chan, you’re always complaining he doesn’t spend time with you anymore… I’m not on your mind, but I would bet Minho have been in there much more than Chan have”

You hated to admit it, but he was right.

You have been thinking about Minho a lot, but it didn’t mean you liked him.

He has been ditching you and ignoring you, so of course you would be complaining about him. He was your friend, so it felt natural to invite him to spend time with you and Felix, who was your friend too, but Chan wasn’t your friend back then, he was just someone you knew… Now you were going out on dates with him, why would you invite him to spend time with you and Felix? It didn’t make any sense.

“I don’t like Minho” You stated “I may not like Chan yet, but I certainly don’t like Minho”

“It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself” You looked him in the eye, feeling upset. Why couldn’t he understand you didn’t like Minho? Felix was smart and he knew you as no one did, so he should understand what you were feeling, what you were thinking.

You weren’t in denial, you just didn’t like him.

“It sounds like you want me to like him” You retorted, frowning “Are you trying to get me to choose Minho?” Felix shook his head, looking pretty sincere to you, but was he? It did look like he was trying to make you choose him.

“I’m trying to help you figure it out, Y/N. You can’t keep dating Chan if you don’t like him, and you know it! He likes you, Y/N. He really does. I think you should step back, because he won’t do it… He wants you to like him, he needs it. If you don’t like Minho, that’s fine too. You can be alone, you don’t need to date neither of them” He said worried “To me, it sounds like you want to date Chan because if you don’t, you won’t have a reason to not look at Minho and you think He’s already over you”

It hit you like a slap.

Felix thought you were using Chan.

Your best friend thought you were using someone.

“I… I can’t believe it” You were dumbfounded “You think… You think I would do this, Felix? I thought you knew me better” Your voice held disappointment, and you felt your chest tightening as you looked in his eyes to see a defeated Felix in front of you.

“I’m not saying you’re doing this on purpose, Y/N” He reassured you “I’m saying that I don’t think you like Chan and you’re using him, even if you don’t realize it”

“I won’t use him! I will like him” You assured and Felix snapped.

“You don’t have to like him, Y/N!” He yelled at you, getting you startled “You should like him because you feel it! It’s not a decision you can take, for lord’s sake!” He uttered, tired. You felt tears prickling your eyes and he sighed, hugging you “Sorry… I’m worried, Y/N. I know you won’t forgive yourself if you hurt Chan… And I know you will, because you don’t love him, and he loves you” He rubbed your back and then patted it, trying to calm you down “I’m afraid you get into it just to lose your time and then twenty years after you realize you made a mistake… Chan is a perfect boyfriend for you, but it doesn’t mean you have to like him. That’s not how the heart works”

You didn’t know when Felix got so wise, but you knew he was right. You didn’t like Chan and you would try to like him because you felt you needed to like him… You would hurt yourself and him, and then you would blame yourself for everything. You sighed in defeat. You should listen to him, Felix knew what he was talking about, he knew you.

“I know…” You agreed, tired, tightening the hug “I guess I really wanted to have someone, you know? It felt good to be loved, Felix! I want to like him back, I really do” Felix kissed your hair, humming in acknowledgment “But I don’t… I know I don’t… And I don’t know if I will” You sighed, feeling defeated. It was hard to admit it, but you knew it was the truth. Felix seemed satisfied that you were facing it, but you felt lost.

And now what?

“You should think about your feelings toward Minho” He said suddenly “I know you said you don’t like him, but I’m not so sure, Y/N… You looked so tired all this time he was ignoring you. It’s like you’re out of your battery, like he’s your charger” You scoffed. Felix was such a helpless romantic.

“I’m tired because my friend has been ignoring me, Felix, not because I like him” You reasoned, letting out a yawn “Let’s sleep, I’m tired… I will talk to Chan tomorrow” You promised. Felix nodded, laying down on your bed, promptly cuddling you.

“Sorry if I hurt you” He muttered, pulling you closer “You know I love you, I’m just worried about you, I can’t help it… What will I do if my little sister gets hurt?” He said mockingly, referring to your height difference, a joke he always used against you, and always awarded him with a kick.

“I love you too, Lix” You said, nuzzling in him “I guess if your little sister gets hurt you will have to cuddle her and feed her with ice cream while we watch Barbie movies” You stated, making him laugh.

“I hope you never get hurt” He joked and you pushed him lightly.

////

You couldn’t believe it.

After everything you said to Felix last night, there you were looking at Minho cooking something, his wiggling butt side to side as he played some pop music on his phone, and feeling yourself warming up at it.

That was it.

You felt your heart warming by a ridiculous butt dance.

You could say anything you wanted right now, but you would never convince yourself it wasn’t suspicious. His voice sounded funny as he sang the song, clearly missing a lot of parts and pronouncing everything wrong, but having fun while doing it… Just like you like to do when you listened to music. It was a silly thing and you knew it, but what could you do? You found it cute. You hated the thought that hovered around your mind right now.

It felt like home.

You remembered how your father used to cook your breakfast before school, his awful singing while he tried to make you laugh in the morning, making some silly dance moves that never failed to make you grin at him, trying to copy his dance before you kissed his cheek. Your mother would come in the kitchen and see you both doing this with a chuckle, making some coffee so she could feel awake enough to work. She even joined you from time to time, hugging you by your waist and grabbing your arms, shaking them out of rhythm.

It was funny because for most of these days, as you danced on the kitchen with them, Felix would just appear out of nowhere, opening the door of your apartment because he had the keys, and laugh out loud saying “Shake that booty!” Felix uttered, hyped.

Yeah… Exactly like this.

Felix entered the kitchen shaking his leg and wiggling his butt along with Minho, making him realize your presence and smile bashfully “She has danced way worse than that, you can keep the dance” Felix joked, looking at you in bliss, probably remembering your childhood but he sensed something was wrong when he saw your face, because he buried his eyes on yours and let out a small “Oh” followed by a sly grin.

He knew it.

“Shouldn’t you be dancing too, Y/N? Where is his kiss on the cheek? That’s not what you dad taught you” Felix was a son of a bitch… How could you be his friend for so long? Minho didn’t get the joke, looking at you confused, obviously, and you sighed in defeat.

“My dad used to dance in the kitchen and I always kissed him on the cheek” You explained briefly, his eyes shining in comprehension “So… What are you cooking?” You tried to change the subject, and Minho smiled proudly.

“Kimbap” He answered happily “My mother always made this for me when I was feeling tired or sick, so I figured it would be a good breakfast after a hurtful accident” He joked, making you whine embarrassed. Why did you have to kick his crotch?! You noticed Felix’s grin widening, looking at you in mock silence.

“That’s funny, it’s Y/N’s favorite dish” His tone was so suspicious you couldn’t see Minho not sensing Felix’s hints “It’s almost as you were made for each other” He added, slyly smiling at you and then at him.

You choked, your coughing worrying Minho to the point he came to you with a glass of water in his hands. You took it gratefully and shot a glare to Felix, mouthing a silent “What the fuck?!” to him, that just pretended he didn’t see it and laughed, going sit on the stool. You should just kick it and watch him fall in pain… You narrowed your eyes, pondering the idea but you were interrupted by Minho.

“I think she’s more Chan’s type, though” He stated, going back to the kitchen when you stopped coughing. Well… You deserved it. After all this time being ignored by him, the first thing he said to you willingly was that you belonged with Chan. He didn’t look hurt at all, so you figured he just really thought so, and it made it worse. It was obvious that when you sorted out your feelings, it would be too late. You weren’t even surprised. Felix’s smile turned in a frown and you grimaced at him, shrugging it off.

“It may be because Chan actually had the guts to show his feelings” Felix muttered under his breath, making you gasp. Your eyes shot to Minho, who turned slowly in Felix’s direction, an upset frown in his face “Maybe he wouldn’t be her type if he kept complaining he l—“ Felix was interrupted by an alarmed Hyunjin that looked sleepy, but worried. Was Hyunjin an expert in interrupting things? It did look this way.

“What’s for breakfast?!”He asked in a high pitch tone and you figured the three of them knew something you didn’t.

Felix was being strange yesterday mentioning Minho over and over again… And it was kinda suspicious how Hyunjin and Minho just showed up on the beach when you had your date with Chan… Hyunjin called Felix out of nowhere to watch a movie and Minho suddenly wasn’t with a girl… It could be a lot of strange coincidences, but it also could mean they were up to something.

“Kimbap” Minho answered him with a serious tone, looking strangely at Felix, and you could see Hyunjin mouthing something to them, but you couldn’t read his lips. Felix cleared his throat, getting quiet as Hyunjin sat beside him with a tight smile, pretending to be relaxed, and Minho just resumed his cooking, bringing the food to the stand and placing it there, sitting on his stool and eating moodily.

“Did Chan tell you about the performance they will be having this Friday?” Felix broke the silence, you chewed your food while trying to remember if he did.

“No, not that I recall… We didn’t talk much yesterday” You admitted and Felix chuckled “Why?” You added afterward, blushing under the boys' gaze.

“I guess he wanted to invite you as a special guest” You noticed his look to Minho, like he was suggesting something. Were you crazy or Felix was testing Minho? You narrowed your eyes at them, curious about what they were hiding, but your suspicious got lost on your mind as you felt a kick under the table.

“Ouch!” You hissed at Hyunjin, who widened his eyes and smiled sheepishly at you “What the hell, dude?”

“Sorry… Spasm” He trailed off, Felix’s laugh sounding on the kitchen “Anyway, I think we all should go together!” Hyunjin stated hurriedly.

“I didn’t know you like 3RACHA” You said surprised, making Hyunjin laugh.

“I didn’t know them, but Minho showed their songs to me and I liked it… It’s always good to go out anyway, I can hook up with someone” It was such a Hyunjin’s type of answer… You grimaced at him, wondering if he liked something that wasn’t horny related and gone back to eat, looking at Felix.

“Well… I don’t know if he will want me to go…” You said worried and Felix shrugged it off.

“Of course He will! He’s not like most guys that just pretend you don’t exist out of nowhere because he’s hurt” He grimaced at Minho. Okay… So Felix may be angry at him because of his ditching, what would explain his odd behavior for the morning. You eyed Minho, who seemed pissed off at Felix remark, and heard Hyunjin clearing his throat uncomfortable.

It was officially an awkward breakfast.

You decided it was enough for now, and stood up suddenly, excusing yourself as you went back to your room, so you could change your clothes. You had called Chan as soon as you woke up and asked him to meet you at the Coffee Shop near the Music Department before you had your classes. When you came back to the living room, the guys eyed you confused, except for Felix, who knew what you were up to.

“Aren’t your classes like… An hour from now?” Hyunjin asked looking at the time “Won’t you wait for a ride?”

“I’m going to meet Chan” You explained, going to the door “I suppose you’re going with them for your classes, Lix” You said looking at him as you unlocked the door, getting a nod from him “Okay, then! Bye guys~” You waved your hand as you let them there, locking the door and going to the bus stop.

Your ride was quite pleasant, even though you were feeling nervous. How would he react? You hoped he took it lightly because you didn’t want to hurt him. As soon as you arrived at the Coffee Shop you looked around, searching for Chan, but you didn’t find him, which wasn’t surprising since you were a little bit early. You waved at Jeongin, who was working there today and went to your favorite couch, sitting there and waiting.

Maybe it was the wait, but you were starting to freak out.

You started to rehearse what you would say, trying to focus your mind on something so you wouldn’t begin a worrying loop about what Chan would do. Was he gonna be upset at you? Was he gonna be okay? Maybe he didn’t even like you that much! No… You were sure he did. Maybe you should say nothing! Was it that bad to keep seeing him? Yes, of course, it was.

You sighed.

Count on someone to sort out your life and you were screwed!

And when you say someone you mean yourself, really.

How the hell could you be so bad at it?! It should be easy! You just needed to say you thought about everything and you saw you didn’t like him and couldn’t lead him on like that. Easy peasy. Your heart didn’t seem to agree with it, because it was racing as if you were going to propose to him. You heard the tinkling sound that announced someone had come in and you looked straight at the door, following Chan with your eyes. He searched around until he saw you sit down and approached you, a big smile on his face.

“Hey, babygirl” Chan leaned on and pecked your lips… That was all it took to your brain to turn into pudding. You stood there expressionless, thinking about how you could say to someone that just pecked your lips and called you babygirl that you weren’t interested.

“Ha! What’s up?” You couldn’t say you were smooth, but it did get a result. Chan frowned, sensing your awkwardness “I have to tell you something, Daddy” Could someone stop you from being dumb? Probably not.

“Are you okay?” He asked cautiously “You seem… A little out of character” He stated, worried. Great! Now he knew you were freaking out.

“I’m fine! Totally fine! I never had been so fine in my whole life, really… Fine” Why didn’t you ask Felix to come with you so he could slap your face and get you out of here with some dignity? You should rely on your friends! “What did you want to talk about?”

“It was you who… Called… Me… Are you sure you’re okay? I think you’re kinda nervous” He pointed out. He eyed you funnily, trying to figure out what was happening in your brain, but he couldn’t! Because you couldn’t give a good hint. You sucked.

“Oh, right” You agreed, just to be in silence for a couple of seconds “I know we’re not dating, but… I… I suck at this, oh my god” You sighed, your hand rubbing your face.

“You don’t like me” He stated, smiling at you sympathetically and you whined “It’s okay, Y/N… I know you don’t” He assured you, resting his face on his hand, his elbow on the couch “I hoped I could make you like me back, but I guess I wasn’t good enough” He sighed, his smile disappearing. He was clearly sad and you promptly held his hand.

“No! You were more than enough! You’re perfect, Chan… You’re really are, but my heart is dumb” You reassured him, making him laugh.

“Your heart isn’t dumb, you are” He joked and you kicked him “I’m kidding, I get it. It’s not meant to be, it’s fine… We can still be friends, right? Like… I really like you as a person, I would like to keep in touch, go to the beach, teach you how to swim for real this time” He laughed, making you chuckle “See you in my performances, even if you’re just wasted there screaming that I’m hot” He mocked you and you groaned.

“Oh my god! Let it go” You pleaded, laughing at him “And sure, I would love to be your friend! Although I will probably refrain to call you a hot Daddy from now on” He cackled up at that, nodding.

“Fair enough” He said as he got up “I think I’m going now… Don’t really think I can start this friendly thing right now, let me suffer a little bit” He joked “We’re performing this Friday if you wanna come… Until then I will be getting over it so we can be real friends” He smiled at you and even though he tried to make you feel better, you could see he was feeling down. You smiled back, nodding, watching as he went out. It was okay, You could wait for him to feel comfortable with you, and It went way better then you expected!

////

You should have known being alone with Felix would be insufferable from now on.

“You’re so pretty tonight… Are you trying to impress someone?” He said suggestively, making you roll your eyes “For someone who didn’t like him, you looked whipped” He continued, and you sighed, checking yourself out one last time before deciding you were satisfied with what you were seeing on the mirror.

“I didn’t like him before, okay?” You looked at Felix in defeat “It’s just… What can I do if I just woke up and it hit me like a truck?” You whined, making Felix laugh.

“When I looked at you, I was so surprised! It looked like that time I let you have the last slice of my cake and you were so overwhelmed that you just stood there looking at me” He chuckled at the memory, and you couldn’t help but laugh “But you’re wrong… Nobody just wakes up one day and fall in love with someone out of nowhere, there are always signs, Y/N… Little things that this person does that come to your heart until you just realize it one day”

“You’re so cheesy, Felix… You’re turning into a poet” You laughed “Anyway, I will be telling him soon, so you don’t have to be on my tail, ok?”

“Oh? You’re gonna confess?” He asked surprised.

“Well, yeah. He did it before, right? It doesn’t make any sense for me being shy about it now… If he moved on, that’s it” You shrugged.

“He didn’t move on, he’s just an idiot” Felix rolled his eyes “He has been seeing women so he can forget you, he’s just dumb! He had the courage to say you’re Chan’s type! Right in front of me and Hyunjin” Felix laughed like it was a great joke, but you didn’t get it. You arched one brow, confused.

“What’s the big deal?” Felix bit his lower lip, pondering if he should say something “I noticed you were riled up, but I didn’t want to mention it, I was hoping you would share your thought with me later” You confessed, making him sighs in defeat.

“He has been whining about your choice all this time” Felix explained “Hyunjin is almost begging you to do him, he can’t handle Minho’s complains anymore” He laughed, remembering a funny situation that he wouldn’t share with you “To tell you the truth… I and Hyunjin were trying to give him some chance to do something about it, trying to put you to on the same place since Minho has been ditching you, but he’s a stubborn little shit” Felix looked so done, his expression morphing into a frown “I don’t even know why I was helping him, really! I should have let him suffer alone”

“Wait up” You put your hand on your hips, challengingly “You’re telling me you were trying to set me up and didn’t tell me a damn thing? Felix where is our friendship at this point?” You feigned hurt, making him scoff and roll his eyes “So I was right! I thought you were being suspicious, but then I dismissed it because you wouldn’t be doing anything behind my back” You shot him a pointed look, accusing him silently.

“I think you’re missing the point here, Y/N!” He uttered, laughing at your pouting expression “I didn’t know if you would like Chan, so I wanted to make sure you didn’t overlook Minho, okay? You should be thanking me” You cackled up, shaking your head in amusement “Anyway, you’re missing two points, actually! You’re pretending I didn’t just say he likes you” Your smile faded away, giving way to a shy grin and a blush, making Felix squeak excited.

“That’s irrelevant, I would confess to him anyway” You shrugged, but Felix could see right through you fake badass attitude, scoffing at you and throwing his arm around your shoulder, head locking you softly.

“You’re cute when you try to lie to me, Y/N” He mocked you, guiding you to his front door so you guys could go and wait for the boys outside “I can see you’re excited, you can’t even wait to tell him you like him, can you? Oh god! Your chastity vow will finally end!” You pushed him, whining at your best friend. It would be so much easier if Felix was a normal guy instead of a bitch.

“If you try to put me on the spotlight, I’m gonna end you” You threatened, but he laughed at you, asking what did you take him for. You felt the urge to laugh in his face, but you put a composed expression on your face as you grimaced “As a son of a bitch” You stated, making him pout.

When you both got out of the building, the car was already there. To your surprise, it wasn’t Minho who was driving, but Hyunjin, that looked cockily at you, proud of his outfit. He was especially hot today, but you wouldn’t say it to him, so you feigned a disgust expression to his smug grin, making both of you laugh, and sat on the back seat while greeting them. Felix got in the car right after you, greeting them normally, and you thought for a moment he would be a good friend and stay silent, but, of course, he couldn’t.

You should have known better.

As soon as you got yourself at the window, looking outside after your small greet to both of your roommates, Felix noticed Minho seemed down and nonchalantly. He was probably ignoring you like he had been doing for the past weeks. Now that you knew he was doing this so he could move on, you didn’t really pay attention to his behavior, choosing to wait for a better moment when you could just tell him what you felt. Felix didn’t seem too fond of the silence though, so he decided to break the ice in a suspicious way that made you narrow your eyes immediately.

“What a beautiful night, hm?” It wasn’t like Felix to try to lighten up the mood with a weather comment, so you knew he was up to something “Look like the perfect night for lovers” You shot him a glare, upset he was like this, but he just grinned at you. You could see on the rearview mirror that Hyunjin and Minho frowned, confused by that random sentence, and you sighed.

“Well, I guess Hyunjin will have a good night, then” You said in a warning tone, threatening your friend in silence, but he just ignored you.

“Yeah… Hyunjin” he agreed with a sly grin.

Oh god, you should have killed Felix back home, so you would have another best friend by now.

////

Minho was wasted.

At first, all of your friends just ditched you for different reasons.

Hyunjin quickly got on his mission to hook up with someone, disappearing as soon as you got there; Minho avoided you, picking up a drink and fading away so you didn’t even have a chance to talk to him; and Felix just complained Minho was a coward and started to look for him, leaving you by yourself. You stood there, on the bar, watching as the guys set up their equipment before Chan noticed you and waved in your direction, which you responded with a bright smile, happy he seemed fine.

You caught a glimpse of Hyunjin now and then, going around the place and flirting with girls nonstop but Felix and Minho were nowhere to be seen. It had been around twenty to thirty minutes when Felix finally reappeared, pulling a drunk Minho with him. Felix looked exhausted and drunk but Minho looked wasted. He usually walked like royalty; he had sharp movements that made him look cool anywhere but now he walked like… Well, a drunk man. He was kinda curled up, but not really, his head seeming too heavy for him since he just let it hang there and shot it up just so he could let it drop again, chuckling at nothing.

Oh god, he was so wasted…

“What did you do to him?!” You hissed at Felix, but he didn’t answer you, looking a little bit lost at your words, as if he couldn’t really understand anything right now, your words sounding like a whir on the back of his head. Great. You had a drunk best friend and a wasted crush with you, and Hyunjin was nowhere to be seen right now. Just perfect.

“You did me” Minho’s tongue was slurring and he staggered in your way, throwing his hand around your shoulders “Y/N… Dump Chan, be mine” He asked before resting his forehead on your shoulder, hugging you loosely. You felt the urge to laugh, he was ridiculous. Was that how you looked when you were drunk? You patted his back, sighing.

“We will talk when you sober up, okay?” You said softly, and he hummed in response, even though you didn’t think he understood you at all. Minho nuzzled in you, tightening his grip and leaving a soft kiss on your neck, where his nose was closer to, making you shiver, it wasn’t a bold move on you, he was just being loving and you thought it was cute, even though it would be even cuter if he was sober… But anyway, now was too late for that.

“Hug me, you’re not hugging me” He whined and you cackled up “Not funny, don’t play with me!” He broke away from you, but you couldn’t stop laughing, looking at his pouting and childish behavior.

The poor boy wasn’t on his best state of mind, whining at you because you didn’t hug him when you were just literally hugging him tightly. So Minho was the childish drunk… You couldn’t help but pinch his cheek, chuckling, but he got angry at it, trying to go away.

“No, come back!” You yelled so he could hear you, but you were stopped by a random guy grabbing your arm. Oh, great… That was exactly what you needed “Let go, dude” You said simply, your eyes burying into his in annoyance, but the guy didn’t get the clue.

“Don’t waste your time on guys like this, sweety, I can make you feel way better” He whispered in your ear, making you upset. You tried to pull your arm away, but he held it firmly, so you tried it again and again, but he just didn’t loosen his grip. You heard Minho’s mumbling with a really upset tone but you didn’t even have the time to look at him before a punch was thrown on the random guy face.

You turned back startled, just to see an annoyed Felix behind you.

“Take your hands off her, you shit” He uttered, angry as you never saw him. You gulped down, the last thing you needed right now was a drunk Felix kicking and punching people around him. You tried to grab his arm and lull him but another hand grabbing your shoulder was enough for Felix snapping back, punching the other guy in a blink of an eye.

The second boy was Minho.

Holy shit…

You sighed heavily, rubbing your face tired and looking around, expecting to see Hyunjin near because of the commotion. Luckily, Hyunjin was close and grabbed Felix, trying to calm him down, as you helped Minho stand and shot an apologetic look at Chan, who looked at you surprised. Why every time you went to his perform things went in a strange path? Minho leaned on you as you tried to get him outside. Hyunjin just got Felix on a stool, trying to talk to him and put some sense on his head… You would have to trust Hyunjin on this one.

As you made your way through the crowd and out of the place, you let Minho lay on a bench outside. He was rubbing his cheek, probably due to the pain. Felix had indeed a black belt, so you could only imagine how his punch felt… Why did they drink so much, god? You took Minho’s hand onto yours, trying to take a look on his cheek, your fingers carefully caressing his cheek. He hummed under your touch and you let out a chuckle.

“You’re dumb” You stated, and he whined at you.

“I was trying to protect you” He groaned, embarrassed “It’s not my fault Felix punched me…” He cried, his voice sounded funny and sulky, making you snort “I can’t even protect you… What kind of guy am I?” He complained and you rolled your eyes.

The punch seemed to wake him up a little bit but he was still kinda funny.

“I don’t need you to protect me, I have Felix in case you haven’t noticed” You joked, making he snort “You don’t need to protect me, I just need you by my side” You muttered, knowing he wouldn’t understand but somehow he seemed to. His hand caressed yours and he looked deep in your eyes, his gaze soft, and you gave him a peck on the cheek.

He smiled cutely before pouting.

“I think his punch hurt my mouth a little bit” He was a sly little prick… You chuckled before giving him a peck on the lips, making him beam “I think I bit my tongue too…” You cackled up at that, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Now you’re just taking advantage of my healing powers” You accused, making him chuckle.

“I like you, Y/N” He muttered, looking away “I’m glad you don’t like Chan… It was horrible to see you with him, I swear to god! I know we have to wish the person we love to be happy with another person when they want it… But I couldn’t watch you with him… It was just painful” He wailed.

“Hm… You didn’t look so hurt while bringing all these girls home though” You sang, making him whine.

“They weren’t you… It didn’t mean anything” He shrugged but his eyes lit up right after “Were you jealous?” He asked teasingly and you scoffed.

“Don’t flatter yourself” You rolled your eyes mockingly “I don’t care who you slept with, Minho, if you stay with me from now on I’m okay with it” You added, averting your eyes as you felt the embarrassment sink in. You were becoming Felix… Minho sat down on the bench, waiting a bit before standing up right in front of you. You looked at his eyes, his shy gaze on your face.

You didn’t even think as your hands wandered to his face, grabbing his jaw as if you needed it to regain your balance like he was the only thing you could hold before falling, even though holding him couldn’t help the fact that you fell for him anyway. He got startled at your actions, widening his eyes as he looked straight into yours, trying to understand what you were doing. His cheeks were slightly pink and you found it too cute to ignore, so you grazed your thumb over them, looking at him with so much adoration he melted inside.

“Y/N?” His voice was weak and fragile, trembling, unsure. It sounded like a thin string vanishing away.

“I prefer when you call me kitty” You answered softly and you connected your lips with his.

At first, it was subtle, an uncertain brush. It seemed you were afraid he would simply be gone after you kissed him, but he wasn’t gone. He was there. You kissed him with so much emotion he didn’t know what to do, your tongue asked for permission to explore his mouth, and he simply moaned, letting you in. It was completely different from your first kiss with him, you weren’t desperate, you weren’t horny… You were home. It felt like he just let you him on his life and as soon as he cupped both of your cheeks and deepened the kiss, you knew you could never go away.

You were locked in.

Your soft and lovely kiss turned into a passionate one, Minho held you close, like you could vanish from his hands again anytime soon and you enlaced his neck with your arms, bringing him closer to you, trying to show that you could never let him go. One of his hands slid to your waist and rubbed gentle circles there. He was lovingly. You broke away the kiss and felt his forehead on yours, your eyes still closed as you breathed in slowly.

“Kitty?” He called you, so much love in his voice… Your smile came naturally.

“I think I like you” You said, just as he said to you that day, and he chuckled.

“Thank god or this kiss would have been so awkward” He joked, and you laughed, relieved, gripping your waist firmly as if he was afraid to let you go.

“I do like Chan… As a friend. Just like Felix. Well, maybe a little bit less, I’m not even sure if I like you more than I like Felix” You joked, and he scoffed.

“What a wonderful thing to hear from the girl I like” He joked, and you giggled.

“Chan is a friend, a lovely friend… But he isn’t home” He eyed you weirdly as if you were talking nonsense “When I’m with you, I feel at home, Minho… I can be myself, I can be relaxed… I enjoy your company the most, I love to sprawl everywhere with you, I love to cuddle you, I love to stay there listening about your day… I love to see you dancing ridiculously while you cook…” You couldn’t help but caress his cheeks, looking him as if he was the only thing you could ever see in the world “When I get into your arms I feel whole… You’re my safe place and even though I was slow to realize it, it’s you… The one to whom I want to go back every night… It’s you”

Minho looked away, flustered, and then he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“Don’t look at me now” He asked as you made mention to broke away from his hug to look at his face, his voice somewhat funny.

“Are you crying?” You asked amused and He scoffed.

“No! Of course not!” Even so, he didn’t let you look at him. You laughed, hugging him “I can’t believe you like me back” He sighed, relieved “Oh my god… I missed you so much, Kitty! So, so much…” He squeezed you, taking a deep breath.

And then he made a strange noise.

You moved away a little, looking at a nauseous Minho.

“I don’t feel too good…” He muttered, letting you go “I think I’m gonna thro—“He couldn’t even finish his sentence, turning his head away from you so he could throw up on the floor. Lovely. You patted his back, trying to soothe him. Minho straightened himself, looking disgusted “What a nice way to end up the night with my girlfriend…”

“Oh?” You said surprised and he shot you a worried look.

“I mean… If you want to be my girlfriend! That’s it! You don’t need to feel pressured at all” He hurried to say, making you snort.

“Calm down, I was just… Surprised” You said shyly, a fluttering feeling on your stomach “I would kiss you to seal the deal but you just threw up, so…” You trailed off, laughing, making Minho gasp in mock chock.

“So my own girlfriend won’t kiss me if I throw up at a party?! I see…” He pinched the bridge of his nose, looking at you in feign disappointment as you chuckled “Won’t my sweet girlfriend kiss her lovingly boyfriend?” He asked, grabbing your face and coming closer even though he didn’t intend to kiss you, making you panic, your hand pushing his chin lightly.

“Go away! Gross!” You shouted, laughing as he grabbed your waist and turned you around. As you were pretending to try to get away from him, his hug tightening around your waist, and both of your laughs sounding clearly in the air, you heard a gasp.

“Holy shit, am I interrupting something?” Hyunjin asked, Felix as surprised as him, leaning on your roommate, their eyes widening in a chocked expression

“Has been for the most time I spent with Minho, thanks for noticing” You joked and Hyunjin seemed relieved.

“Thank god! I can’t believe I won’t have to hear him whining about his love life anymore! Oh my god… I will… Oh my god! Felix, we’re free!” He beamed, shaking Felix in bliss, making him laugh “I’m so happy for you! Really! But I’m way happier for me… Y/N, I love you! I own you the world, really” Hyunjin was a dramatic little thing.

“Back off, she’s taken” Minho joked, making them laugh “Now give me a kiss, sweety” He whined mockingly, pretending he was going to kiss your cheek.

“Felix, punch him again for god’s sake!” You pleaded, Minho’s whining sounding in the air.

Poor boy.

You felt happy as all of you made your way to the car, wondering how all of it had happened.

If anyone would ask you, you would never have guessed that your roommate would get you expelled, you would have to go getting another roommate, put up with a slutty bastard, meet tons of new guys that were friendly enough with you, have your best friend trying to set you up with some of them and finally setting up with your own roommate.

You wouldn’t have it any different though.

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That’s it! Hope you guys liked it.

It was my dice decision to get Minho with her. I played until I had the same results twice in a row, so if you wanted a Chan’s end, please blame Dice God.

Sorry if I missed any warnings, I’m not used to it yet, so let me know if you felt uncomfortable with anything so I can fix it <3

Also, I no smut because I don’t know your ages and didn’t warn a smut in the beggining but I do think it was suggestive enough haha

Tagging: @slut-for-fandoms

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