#also I chuckled at 'they are both really hot and interesting' - truer words have never been spoken
Note
Totally understand, I'm just grateful you even read my rambling theories and analyses haha. But yeah I can definitely see how someone would look at Lale and Sean and be like, "Them?" Especially since so many viewers love Sean, I don't think a lot of them necessarily want to see him be with another woman, let alone an older woman who is a player in the game. I think for me part of it was wish fulfillment that happened to come true, and another part is that because there is so much violence happening on the show, the moments of intimacy and attraction and vulnerability stand out. And so with those two, I saw it because they are both really hot and interesting, and I really really wanted them to get together haha. Like, the infamous episode three, dude.....Sean was not playing around. It was there and it litt a match!
And speaking on Alex and Ed, I think you are right. I think Ed was tired of Sean. They are family, but family gets annoying too. And Ed is the type of person who definitely has little patience. He has such a low tolerance for...most things haha. And Alex....yeah he just doesn't have the nerve to engage in violence. He tried with Sean and he couldn't do it. And you're right that the smart people usually don't last long. I was shocked at what they dis to Jevan, and that was after watching all of the very violent scenes before that. That was just cruel (even though I didn't really like Jevan, but damn).
I'm also curious to see what will happen, because they really killed off most of the characters. I was wondering why my feelings towards Elliot were changing. I loved him at first and I wasn't grasping that his motivations were changing. Is he a good guy anymore? I have no fucking clue! Lol. So yeah I'm really looking forward to the next season. Like you said, Asif will definitely get revenge on Lale, so at least that is clear. But everything else...who knows? I'm just glad Billy and Jacqueline got the fuck out of that mess haha. They are both so stressed from all that shit and they aren't even involved lol.
I love your theories and analyses so much! and I totally agree, moments of vulnerability stand out so much because it’s such a stark contrast to the constant action and violence and I think it’s part of what I love about the show so much. It’s willing to go there and be meaningful as well as give us that bloody, gory action. I read a new article where Gareth Evans talked about wanting each death in the show to mean something or to have an effect on someone and not just be a trivial ‘let’s get this guy over here shot in the head just because we can in this show’ and I really like that approach. (Side note, speaking of meaningful, I’m also obsessed with Luan and his wife. Like maybe it’s because most of the major players in this show are on their own that it highlights their relationship that much more but wow talk about power couple.)
I was shocked too when they showed what happened to Jevan! Totally didn’t expect it but I guess it goes to show the investors truly aren’t fucking around, they’ll use anyone. And yup I’ve been thinking about the ending and what Elliot’s up to but it’s anyone’s guess. Man has options, it’ll be interesting to see what he’ll do.
Oh, it’d be great if season two just has Billy and Jacqueline out in the countryside or on some remote part of the world just chilling, living their best lives and being unbothered haha. They’d deserve it honestly 😂
#also I chuckled at 'they are both really hot and interesting' - truer words have never been spoken#anon#ask
0 notes
Text
Two are Better, But Three are Best - Chapter Four
Also on AO3
<<< Previous Chapter
There’s no on screen sex but the first scene clearly follows sexytimes. There’s also some talk of sexual history and past experiences.
⁂
Strategies and Best Laid Plans
The drag of Luka's fingertips over her skin spoke of love. The way he marveled over every part of her made the depth of his feelings clear. The breathy huskiness of his voice each time he spoke the words, "may I?" left her feeling treasured and safe. His insistence that she come first in all things only fueled her desire and affection for him.
Apparently it hadn't just been dirty-talk when he told her he wanted to narrow her awareness solely to him. Among her past lovers, none had ever approached sex with this mindset and goal, and she now had to admit, she was a fan.
As she lay with him, utterly relaxed, in hazy afterglow, she could only smile.
"C'mon Sweets," he murmured in her ear. "You need to use the bathroom before you fall asleep."
She let out an inarticulate grumble.
His soft chuckle gave her goosebumps. "You're beautiful like this, Nette." He brushed his nose against her ear and cheek. "I don't think I've ever seen you so relaxed."
"I'm not sure I've ever been this relaxed." Her eyes fluttered open, and she was struck with how pleased he looked. "You look like the cat who ate the canary."
His grin turned smug. "Ate something, that's fur sure."
She giggled and swatted lightly at his shoulder. "You naughty man." She ran her fingers down his bare arm, marveling at the smooth warmth. "God, you're sexy. You could give Adrien a run for his money on the modeling front."
Luka snorted. "No interest in that."
She felt the idea hit her, filling her with energy, and she grinned in delight. "But you'll model for me, right? You'll let me design you clothes for performances and events, right?"
His eyes went wide. "Me, in Dupain-Cheng originals? That'd be a dream come true."
⁂
She pushed their laden breakfast plates onto the counter that divided the living room from the kitchen. His tiny apartment was actually really well designed to make the most of the space. With a couple of stools, he could fit two people on either side of the counter, which meant he didn't need to set aside space or money for a table. His arms slipped around her waist from behind, and she smiled, relaxing into his hold.
"Hmm," he hummed as he kissed her cheek, resting his head on her shoulder. "Did I already tell you how nice it was to wake up with you?"
She giggled. "Only like ten times." She slid her hands up his wrists to grasp his forearms. "And I still agree. Last night was really nice, and waking up here, being with you this morning, is definitely the icing on that cake."
"I hope that means we can do this again." His cheek brushed hers in a clearly intentional caress. "I'd like it to become a habit. Even if it's just having you here with me."
"Me too," she agreed. "Being with you this last month has been wonderful. I'm so glad we finally stopped being stupid and high-minded about this."
"One of my best ideas ever," he pointed out. "Right up there with moving back to Paris to be nearer to this amazing gal I wanted to spend more time with."
"You make the best decisions," she said, feeling all warm and cuddly. "Not that you weren't always smart, but clearly your time in university stepped up your decision-making skills."
He tightened his hold for a moment. "I don't want to scare you off and I'm not trying to rush anything here, but I want you to know that there's space set aside in my dresser and in the bathroom vanity for anything you might want to keep here. Anything that will make it easier and more comfortable for you to stay when you feel like it."
A thrill of happiness raced down her spine to settle in her belly. "Really?"
"Mmm hmmm," he hummed.
"I'd like that."
⁂
"We still up for checking out that museum tonight?" Marinette asked, the moment Alya had picked up.
"Sure are," her best friend said brightly. "And I'm looking forward to it." Alya had expanded her freelance journalism to include art openings and reviews of smaller or less known destinations around Paris.
"And the dress recommendation is what? Semi-formal or classy club?" Marinette asked. She liked to make sure that both she and Alya fit in wherever they were going, and that they reflected well on her friend.
"Classy club," Alya said. "Where the heck are you, girl? The ambient noise is very rush hour."
"I'm walking home from Luka's," she said, stopping to wait at a crosswalk.
"Oooh. Walk of shame time!" Alya crowed with a laugh. "How was it? How's he measure up to… uh, what was her name? Ellie?"
Marinette rolled her eyes even though they weren't face-timing and Alya couldn't see her. "First of all, there's no shame here. I had consensual sex with my boyfriend. Definitely nothing shame-worthy."
"Yeah, yeah," Alya muttered. "You have no shame."
"Exactly," Marinette agreed, grinning. "And Ellie had nothing on Luka."
Alya squealed, forcing Marinette to pull the phone away from her ear. "But Ellie was the gold bar for Marinette's sexcapades."
"Key word, was , Al." The light changed and she looked before crossing the street. "Oh, it was amazing. He was amazing. Fifteen out of ten. Would do again." Part of the reason she didn't care for one-night stands was that she felt it took two or three tries to really get to know each other's bodies well enough to really get it right. In the case of Luka, they knew each other really well and had been getting a little hot and heavy for weeks now. So maybe that was part of the first-time success.
"You might have to keep that man, Mari," Alya said, as if she was giving serious advice, though from experience, she was only half-serious.
"I'd like to think that could happen," Marinette pointed out. "It's been really nice so far. I mean it helps that I knew him so well first. But there's still things we don't really know about each other. I'm not worried about finding a creepy dark side or anything, but it almost seems like it's been too smooth. Our disagreements have been… weirdly reflective and chill."
"Luka's kinda chill in general," Alya pointed out. "I'd assume he's a pot user, but he never smells like it, and he's too focused and sharp to be all dulled out that way."
"He doesn't smoke anything," Marinette said. Even when they were just friends, she didn't like that so many people assumed he was into the unsavory side of the rock and roll lifestyle. He drank a little, casually and socially, but never when he was upset and never to excess. She was relieved her parents had met him when he was still in lycee, and knew his unruffleable demeanor was just the way he was. She hadn't had to go through an awkward intervention with them.
"I know he's not a stoner," Alya insisted. "But he does give off the vibe."
Marinette huffed. "In would be nice for people to stop making assumptions about him."
"There are lots of things that would be nice," Alya agreed. "Hawkmoth going into genuine full retirement is on the top of that list."
"Truer words have never been spoken," Marinette agreed before wishing her friend a great day. While it was really nice to have Paris' magical terrorist in some sort of semi-retirement, she'd really love to close that chapter of her life. Having a slightly more stable extracurricular schedule would be great, especially now that she was with someone she could see a future with. If Hawk Moth kicked his shit up into high gear again, she was going to find him and break his teeth. With cricket bat.
Marinette had taken on most of the duties of the guardian of the miraculous, including storing the miracle box in a secure spot in her room. She still met with Master Fu to train on more esoteric elements of her dual role as Guardian Ladybug. While attending university full time, she'd effectively gotten a PhD in the history, lore and magic of the miraculous. It had been an intense few years. Poor Nooroo. He'd waited far too long to be rescued, but she was working on a plan for that. And maybe once that had been done she could come clean to both her boyfriend and her partner. Luka would deserve to know why she would inevitably flake on him in the future, and Chat Noir clearly needed a whole lot more support and love in his life.
⁂
It was two days after she'd spent the night, and the first time she'd been back to Luka's apartment since. They'd both had work and other things to, and he'd fortunately been able to join her family for dinner last night, so at least she'd gotten some time with him. He had a couple of late night shifts coming up, recording for some musicians who simply could not function before 17:00. One of the nicest things about his job with the recording studio, was that the odd hours meant they could get together during the day in the middle of the week pretty regularly. It might be less easy once her classes started up in the fall again, but they were already getting into a pattern they could strive to maintain.
She knocked on his door. "Oh sexy boyfriend," she called in a sing-song voice. "I'm here to take you on a date."
The door swung open, and she found herself face to face with a grinning Adrien.
"You are not my boyfriend," she pointed out.
"Oh, I'm not?" Adrien said, as if surprised. He glanced down at his shirt, smoothing the fabric unnecessarily. "I'm… Luka's proxy for the evening."
"Are not." She crossed her arms over her chest. "What have you done with Luka? Come clean and I'll go easy on you."
Adrien laughed and stepped back, waving for her to come in. "I'm helping him stall for time," he whispered. "He couldn't decide what to wear."
She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Honestly, I'm okay with nothing. It's an excellent look on him. But I suppose if we're going out, he has to at least not alarm the tourists."
"Luka," Adrien called toward the bedroom. "Mari's here and she brought her A-game sass." He gestured to the couch. "Have a seat. Can I get you a drink while you wait?"
"Oooh. Are you his butler now?" she asked. "Where's your black suit and tie."
His lips twitched. It was nice to see him in a happy and teasing mood. "I specialize in butlery for the millennial generation, Mari. Casual butlery."
"Hey Nette," Luka said, stepping into the living room. "Adrien and I were doing some strategic planning and I lost track of time. Sorry about that." She hadn't seen him sheepish often, and it was adorable.
"Pish," she said, waving off his excuse. "It's fine. Did you come up with a plan?" She alternated between looking at Luka and Adrien.
"Yeah," Luka said slowly. "But we're in the early stages here, so I can't tell you anything."
"Oooh." She grinned at Adrien. "You're just an extraordinary model with an underwhelming home life, but you have a secret !" She tried to make it sound like narration for a movie trailer. While both men were chuckling, she reached out to pat Adrien's arm. "I'm okay being left out of things if that's what you prefer. You have Luka helping you out, and I know he'll take care of you."
Adrien pulled her into a firm hug. "Thanks for understanding, Mari."
"Just remember that I'm here for you if there's anything I can do to help you out, okay?" She squeezed back just as tightly. "I've got your back for hugs, pastries, and a variety of support tasks."
"I'll be following up with you on those," he promised.
They all ended up leaving the apartment together, with Adrien excusing himself when they reached the sidewalk. Once they were well out of earshot, Marinette asked how their friend was actually doing.
"Surprisingly well, honestly," Luka said, nodding. "I think he's waited until he was so ready for this that he's going to have absolutely no regrets. Well, aside from maybe the thought that he could have kicked his sperm donor to the curb years ago. His rebellion is fully planned out. It's kind of scary how thorough he's being."
Marinette sighed sadly. "He has two modes. Dangerously rash, on par with Chat Noir, and meticulously organized. There's no middle ground."
Luka offered her a half smile. "I'd noticed that. Do you think he'll balance out a bit once he no longer has to rein himself in so much?"
She thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. That sounds about right. He's so tightly controlled that when he snaps, he overcompensates by hauling ass to the other side of the spectrum."
"That's just sad," Luka said. "Does he ever get to be himself?"
"He is with you. With his close friends away from the limelight and paparazzi, who I swear function as Gabriel's spies." While she might have admired the man's genius at one time, she couldn't see past his treatment of his son. "I wish it didn't have to be like this, but I'm glad he's finally acting on it. He deserves to be happy."
"It's well past time," Luka agreed. "I think we should maybe try to invite him along to hang out with us some once he gets the ball rolling next week. Would that be okay?"
She nodded. "Definitely." They'd reached an intersection, and once they stopped walking, she pulled him down to kiss his cheek. "I love spending time with you. But I can share you."
"Oooh," he said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Sounds kinky."
She rolled her eyes. "I don't think Adrien does , kinky." Whether it was his conditioning or his preference, he was one of her few friends whose dating history and sexual interest were completely unknown. She'd gotten the feeling more than once that he wasn't comfortable talking about it. "We just need to make sure he doesn't feel like a third wheel."
An explosion several blocks over shook the pavement, and her head snapped up. Hawk Moth had been so quiet, and of course it was too much to expect him to stay that way. But she'd hoped her luck would allow it to happen when she didn't have to worry about hiding her secrets from Luka. Maybe she should start carrying Sass with her, because him becoming Viperion again would definitely mask her absence.
Luka kissed her forehead, his presence soothing her as her mind tried to spiral out of control. "I'm gonna head back to my place," he said in a whisper. "You go do your thing."
She stared at him, her other freak-out completely derailed by this one.
"No panicking, Sweets." His thumbs brushed over her cheeks. "I know, I'm not supposed to know, so no need to confirm, okay? No excuses needed. I get it, more than most would. Just be safe. I'll meet you back at my place."
⁂
Check out Chapter Five >>>
⁂
I miss breaks. Stupid fucking Tumblr.
Sorry this took so long. Been stupid busy, but it’s been mostly good.
And if you’re so inclined, feel free to support me over on Ko-Fi
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
La Douleur Exquise (Jeonghan Scenario)
It’s finally done!!! I have to say this is the longest scenario I have ever done but the ending is rushed and I apologise (I really can’t make it any better atm). I’m considering making a part 3 just so a happy ending can be made you know? Tell me what you guys think about this and if you guys would want a part 2.
Enjoy!
Group: Seventeen
Member: Jeonghan (Yoon Jeonghan)
Genre: Angst, Fluff, a lil bit of smut
Warnings: mentions of sex
La douleur exquise: the heart-wrenching pain that one feels when they love someone they cannot have
Jeonghan was walking to the cafeteria with her again. His arm was slung lazily around Minji’s shoulders and she was snuggled up next to him as if the whole campus needed to know that she snagged the hottest guy in the school. Fyi, everyone knew. You scowled at the couple. It was so like her to do things like that and it was really starting to get on your nerves. The couple stopped to talk to some of their classmates and you took that opportunity to send a message.
“Are you busy? If not, my dorm at 10 😉”
Immediately, after you sent it, Jeonghan glanced at his phone and smirked at the message. He turned to where he knew you were sitting and grinned. That grin didn’t last long as Minji dragged him with her to go for lunch.
The relationship you had with Jeonghan was…complicated to say the least. First and foremost, he was your best friend, one that you had since high school. It had all started when you had gotten a scholarship to study at one of the most prestigious high schools in Seoul which was honestly an honour since your parents weren’t that rich to actually send you there. You had met Jeonghan when you two had become partners for a chemistry lab and had been inseparable since. You were the only person who he trusted to help him with pranks and you never got upset when his jokes got too out of hand. He was also the only person who didn’t belittle you because of the fact that you were on scholarship. The high school was literally overrun with the sons and daughters of rich CEOs, lawyers, doctors and politicians who believed that they were entitled to everything and looked down on anyone who didn’t have as much money or material things as they did.
It didn’t really help that Jeonghan was one of the most popular chaebol heirs in the school. Girls would faun over him, guys would try to impress him in order to be his friend and often times you were bullied because of your association to the boy. Minji happened to be one of your main tormentors back in high school and you really thought that you would never see her again. What were the odds that she ended up in the same college as you? It seemed that you couldn’t get rid of her. What was even worse was that she was Jeonghan’s fiancé.
Their parents had arranged the marriage before they were even out of the womb and according to Jeonghan, it was all for the sake of getting on Minji’s parents’ good side as they were high profile lawyers who Jeonghan’s parents could benefit from. From what you knew, Jeonghan wasn’t interested in her at all but Minji was more than willing to use the arranged marriage as an excuse to throw herself all over him and let any female in the vicinity know that Jeonghan was hers. What Minji didn’t know was that she had it all wrong.
Classes took forever to end. You spent most of your classes struggling to concentrate while your body buzzed uncomfortably in excitement. You walked out of your final class at 3 and you knew that you had seven hours to kill. You were totally planning to stay in your dorm and get ready for tonight but as you were thinking of that option, an arm linked with yours. “Tell me (Y/N), what’s going on in that head for you not to hear me calling you for five minutes straight?” the person asked.
You smiled, “Trust me Ara, you do not want to know”
The shorter girl next to you pouted and flipped her bubblegum pink hair, “You never tell me anything.”
Ara was another friend that you had made in your high school. She used to be friends with Minji but after a vicious prank she had pulled on you in your final year, Ara left her to be friends with you. Ara was someone who you trusted as much as you trusted Jeonghan and she gained your trust the hard way. At first, you were cautious to talk to the girl after the prank in fear that she was going to torment you on Minji’s orders but over time, she proved that she was done with Minji. You remember clearly that day when Minji purposefully destroyed an assignment that you were going to hand up later that day and Ara yelled at her and tried to help you rewrite the assignment so that you wouldn’t fail. At that point you knew that Ara would be loyal to you and actually cared about you. “(Y/N)?” Ara whined, “You’re doing it again.”
You grinned sheepishly, “Sorry, I was just thinking of the day that we became friends.”
Ara smiled, “I remember that…we’ve been friends ever since that day.”
I hummed in agreement, “I trust you almost as much as I trust Jeonghan.”
She beamed, and you instantly felt guilty. How could you say that you trust her when you couldn’t even tell her your secret?
The sound of moans, gasps and slapping skin rang throughout the tiny dorm room. The room smelled distinctly like sex and desire. Desperate hands clutched sweaty, heated bodies as both persons tried to reach their anticipated highs. The rubber band that was being stretched finally reached its limit and snapped. The orgasms came blissfully and the persons in the bed slumped against each other. Gasps that were once of pleasure were now those of exertion. The person on top rolled over and chuckled, “That was fun.”
You scoffed, “Really, that’s all you can say?”
“It’s a lot better than what I’m thinking because all I’m thinking about right now is fucking you again,” the person smirked, pinching your side.
You rolled your eyes, “Sometimes I wonder why people think you’re an angel Jeonghan, because all I see is the devil’s incarnate.”
Jeonghan winked at you, “I guess you can say that you’re sleeping with the devil then.”
You honestly didn’t understand how this arrangement even came to be. All you remember was that you both got drunk at a house party and ended up sleeping together. What you didn’t understand was how this became a common occurrence. Yoon Jeonghan was intoxicating, and you found it hard to resist your best friend. It may not have helped that you liked him as more than friends for almost two years now. You wanted more from the beauty, but you knew that you couldn’t have him. He was Minji’s though not by choice and it broke your heart. You had hoped that maybe his parents may reconsider or even better, Jeonghan told them that he wanted nothing to do with the marriage.
Jeonghan had stated multiple times that he did not like Minji because of her horrible personality and the way she treated people who were not of the same class as her. You knew that Jeonghan was really only doing it to please his parents who expected the best and only the best from their eldest child. You shoved the boy lightly and got up to stretch your already sore muscles. “Truer words have never been spoken,” you groaned, “Are you hungry?”
“Yeah and my snack is right in front of me,” he smirked, causing you to shove him again.
You grabbed your towel and shower caddy before turning to the boy in your bed, “I’m too hungry right now to even go a second round Hannie.”
He chuckled, “At least you’re considering a second round…I’m hungry too so we can go to the convenience store and get something to eat.”
You smiled, even though Jeonghan was well off, he ate at convenience stores like any other normal college student. That was one of the things you loved about him. He was so normal even though people expected him to be snobbish and uptight. He was always so different compared to everyone in your high school.
*3 years earlier*
You breathe a sigh of relief as another school day ended. The term was taking way too long to end, and you were lusting after the thought of summer vacation and the freedom it was associated with. You were also wishing that you would get away from these people that you called your classmates soon. You were getting sick and tired of the abuse and constant bullying that you had to endure every day. It was starting to affect your work and you couldn’t afford to be slacking off especially with your scholarship at stake. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t realise that your best friend was nudging you. “(Y/N)!” Jeonghan yelled, making you jump.
“Jesus fucking Christ Hannie, you scared me,” you whined.
He giggled, “At least now you’re paying attention to me.”
You rest your elbows on the desk and you rest your chin on your palms. “So, what do you wanna do?”
He pretended to contemplate, and you stared at the boy in front of you. His long hair was pulled back (with your hair band might I add) and his silver-grey hair shone in the afternoon sun. You understood in those times why girls fawned over him. He looked like such an angel with his delicate features and anyone of those girls would kill to be dating an angel. He was also pretty rich, which seemed to be a prerequisite for many of the girls in the school. You scoffed and directed your attention back to Jeonghan.
“You’re zoning out again (Y/N),” Jeonghan whined cutely.
You rolled your eyes and got up from your seat, “Sorry, so what were you saying?”
Not even a few minutes later, the two of you were sat in a convenience store, shoveling piping hot ramen in your awaiting mouths and complaining about how the ramen burnt your tongues. “Remind me again why you’re eating cheap food when you can afford five star restaurant quality food?” You paused from your eating to look at the boy next to you.
Jeonghan smirked, “Because you can afford it…I’m joking! Stop giving me death glares. It’s just that I’ve spent 18 years of my life eating food that people save up to eat for a special day and if I’m being honest… it gets boring. At least with convenience store food, I’m eating new things and I don’t feel bad about spending a ton of money for it.”
You smiled and continued your meal with the sweetest boy you had ever met.
*Present*
You and Jeonghan washed the remnants of your activities off before heading towards the campus convenience store. “You know…you really need to tell me the name of the cologne you use,” you sniffed the sleeves of Jeonghan’s hoodie that adorned your arms, “Because you smell really damn good.”
Jeonghan chuckled, “Nah, I’d rather you continue stealing my hoodies. They look cute on you.”
You blushed and pushed him lightly. The two of you entered the convenience store and raided the shelves for your favourite foods. That was the joy of having a convenience store on campus…you could get food at 1am.
The next day, you walked to your classes with an added spring in your step. Nights with Jeonghan always made you like that. Spending time with your best friend was rare especially since Minji kept him on a tight leash though you were certain that she was just keeping Jeonghan away from you and not anyone else. Minji was always jealous of the close bond you and Jeonghan had and you guessed it had something to do with the engagement and Minji believing that Jeonghan was hers. You’d heard the horror stories about Minji’s possessiveness but always shrugged it off. A person couldn’t really be that bad right? Right?
“What’s put you in such a good mood today?” Ara teased, pulling you out of your thoughts.
Your cheeks warmed up as you blushed and you shook your head, “Nothing, nothing at all.”
Ara smirked, “It’s a boy isn’t it?”
You looked down, blushing more and this caused Ara to squeal excitedly. “I’m right aren’t I? Tell me everything. Name, age, looks, personality, what type of toppings he likes on his pizza, everything,” Your friend rambled.
Giggling, you were about to respond when one of Minji’s friends/ minions approached you two. “Hey Ara,” The girl, Hyemin greeted.
“Hi Hyemin…” Ara replied cautiously, looking at you for any answer as to why Hyemin was talking to her.
Hyemin giggled, “Don’t worry Ara, I just need to tell (Y/N) something.”
The girl turned to you and immediately, your stomach dropped as her expression changed drastically. “I know what you did last night.”
“What are you talking about?” You asked nervously.
Hyemin rolled her eyes and sneered, “You know what I’m talking about. I know about everything, even the fact that you guys have been doing it for months. How do you think Minji is going to feel when she finds out? I won’t hesitate to tell her so keep that in mind.”
With that, she walked away, leaving you slightly scared and Ara very confused. “What was that about?” Ara demanded.
You sighed knowing that the truth would have to be revealed eventually, “I may or may not be fucking Jeonghan…”
Ara stared at you as if you have grown a second head, “What?! You need to explain.”
You lead Ara to a quiet classroom and explained everything from the beginning. You noticed Ara nodding at certain parts and laughing at others and you were glad that she was listening to your situation. When you were done, Ara bit her lip, “I just have one question to ask…Do you love him?”
You thought about it, you liked Jeonghan for such a long time and the little things he did made you like him more and more. You didn’t know what you would do without him but still you were scared to admit if you loved him. “I’m not sure…maybe?” you looked down bashfully.
Ara started pacing frantically, “This is bad (Y/N). You love Jeonghan but if Minji finds out what you guys have been doing, she will murder you.”
You walked to the meeting place that you and Jeonghan had agreed on. You were anxious especially after Ara talked to you. “The rumors that you’ve heard are true,” Ara had explained, “There was this girl who liked Jeonghan and was going to confess to him but Minji and her gang got to her before she could. They beat her up so badly that she had to transfer to another school.”
“Oh fuck I’m gonna die,” you whimpered.
“Hey,” Jeonghan touched your shoulder making you jump in surprise, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah…I mean…no I have to talk to you,” You shook your head, “I think we need to end whatever is going on between us and remain friends.”
Jeonghan sighed, “What caused you to say that?”
“Hyemin apparently knows and she threatened to tell Minji,” you confessed.
“I’ll talk to Hyemin then,” he shrugged nonchalantly.
You stared at the boy in disbelief, “That isn’t the issue here Jeonghan! What we’re doing is wrong because you’re engaged to somebody and I didn’t even oppose to the idea because I love you…but I’m going to get hurt eventually.”
Jeonghan stood in stunned silence after your confession and you knew you messed up. “Why didn’t you tell me,” Jeonghan whispered.
“You know why Jeonghan…you’re technically for someone else,” You replied on the verge of tears.
The boy reached out and embraced you tightly as you began to cry. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Jeonghan stroked your hair as you cried.
You cried as your heart broke from the pain of wanting to be with him, but little did you know that his heart was in as much pain as yours.
#seventeen#seventeen scenarios#Seventeen Jeonghan#seventeen imagines#seventeen drabble#seventeen imagine#writingismykryptonite
26 notes
·
View notes
Link
All I was trying to do was answer an ask and I accidentally a whole fic. Again.
Anyway, follow the link or read it under the cut!
Good Morning (After)
His first thought was I don’t know where I am and it occurred to him before he even opened his eyes to check. He couldn’t remember anything of the night before. Well, that was a lie. He remembered thinking for some reason that Hashirama’s jokes were funnier than usual, laughing and leaning up against a warm body as he tried to catch his breath. Tobirama was fairly sure the last time he did more than snicker sadistically was last year when he watched Izuna attempt a new shuriken jutsu and accidentally slice off half a foot of his own hair.
After the first thought, his second was this is not my bed. He could tell because this one was softer than his own, the mattress molding to the shape of his body, and the pillows were thicker than the ones he preferred to sleep on. There was also something large and heavy draped atop his midsection that certainly would not have been there if he were at home in his own chambers.
It went without saying that his brain was moving a little slower than usual. There was a severe pounding inside his skull and his eyes felt as though they were pressing outwards to escape the sensation. His tongue tasted like one of his experiments that had been left out in the sun to ferment and his stomach appeared to be taking a journey across open waters without his express permission.
Were he functioning at full capacity Tobirama might have thought to sweep his surroundings with a subtle finger of chakra, to feel for other signatures or familiar settings. Unfortunately for him the thought did not come quick enough. He was beaten to the punch by a disgruntled moan from somewhere around his belly. Which seemed strange, really. His stomach didn’t usually make such noises.
His eyes opened slowly, peeling apart with difficulty as though he had slathered his face in glue or honey before falling asleep. Grimacing at the sensation of it – and at the pain in his head - Tobirama looked down to see what was putting such heavy pressure on his abdomen.
“Sweet sage above kill me now...”
Madara looked back at him uncomprehendingly. His hair was twice as wild as usual but even that could not hide the vibrant red teeth marks on one side of his neck. Something dark (Tobirama hoped it was chocolate and not blood) was smeared down the forearm he had been using to clutch one pale hip. His dark eyes were blinking sluggishly as he struggled to pull his facial features back in to some semblance of human representation.
The moment he succeeded it was ruined again, his expression immediately morphing in to something out of some eldritch horror tale.
“What.” It wasn’t even phrased as a question.
Tobirama’s headache increased just looking at him. And with good reason. The farther he forced his eyes open the more he could see of their very compromising situation. He wasn’t sure what to feel about the tale it told.
Both of them were very obviously naked. Where Tobirama had passed out on his back, Madara had fallen asleep spread out on his front - with Tobirama’s thighs thrown over his shoulders and his head pillowed in the crease of the younger man’s groin. From the way his eyes were twitching it was obvious how hard he was trying not to look down at what was now sitting down below his chin.
“We didn’t...um...” What he really wanted to say was please tell me we didn’t. Madara blinked owlishly.
“I think it’s rather obvious that we did,” he replied. “Or at least tried. Did...did we pass out while I was-?”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!”
Madara’s jaw snapped shut and the two of them glared at each other, one man holding himself up just enough for his head to hover mere inches above the other’s soft cock.
“Hashirama can’t find out about this.”
“Kami no!” Tobirama shuddered at the very thought. “Never. His reaction would be horrible.”
His reaction would be to start planning their wedding and burst in to tears every time they so much as stood within ten feet of each other. As Tobirama was fairly sure that Madara was currently planning escape routes, that wasn’t something either of them wanted to deal with.
“So what do we do then?” It said something that Madara was asking him for ideas, asking him to lead them out of this situation they had found themselves in. Too bad his brain was pounding too heavily for him to figure out what that something was.
“We keep our mouths shut, obviously.” Tobirama wrinkled his nose when Madara sneered at him. “Go fuck yourself.”
“I think it’s evident that, if anything, it would be me fucking you, Senju.”
“Evident how? I see no evidence!”
“Who’s the one on their back, hm?”
Tobirama snarled, raising himself on to his elbows and trying not to show how the chance in position made him sway a little. “That means nothing! You could just as easily have planned to ride me.”
“I think not!”
The snarky comeback on the tip of his tongue was bitten off and swallowed as a fresh wave of pain rolled through him. He sank back to the mattress with a pitiful groan and both hands reached for his temples, already glowing with green chakra by the time they touched his hairline. He massaged small circles as the rudimentary iryo jutsu did its work, smothering the pain and clearing his mind.
Finally it no longer felt as though his head was going to explode. He raised himself back up on to his elbows, tensed to snap something else at Madara, only to be stopped by the puppy eyes the older man was giving him.
“What are you looking at me like that for?” he demanded.
“I didn’t know you knew any healing jutsu...”
“Who do you think did all the research for Hashirama to learn it? I don’t have nearly the skill for it he does but I picked up a few along the way.”
“I don’t suppose...” It was slightly terrifying that someone as constantly angry as Madara could make such devastating puppy eyes. He was nearly as good at it as Hashirama was.
Not that Tobirama was moved by them. Absolutely not at all.
“Why should I?”
Madara shifted - and it occurred to Tobirama to wonder why he hadn’t yet removed himself from his compromising position between another man’s legs. He was still belly-down with a pale thigh over each shoulder and his chin very nearly resting in a bed of wiry white curls.
“Don’t be selfish, I feel just as shitty as you did!”
“Well you’re being an asshole. Why should I help you?”
“I’m always an asshole.”
Tobirama snorted. “A truer statement, you have never made.”
“And yet you still wanted to sleep with me.”
“Probably your idea.”
“Oh...” The moment Madara smirked Tobirama could smell trouble. “You don’t remember do you? You did have more to drink than I did...” His grin was vicious, sharp-edged and painted with victory.
“I don’t need to remember! There is no way I could have been the one to suggest such...such...activities with you of all people!”
Madara was chuckling. It was not a good sign.
“You really don’t remember. I see where all the attitude is coming from now.”
With a small wriggling movement he managed to shake Tobirama’s legs off of his back, freeing him to lift himself up on to his hands and knees. The younger man made an indignant squawk when his surprise bed mate began to crawl up his body,
“What do you think you’re doing!?”
“Why so shy all of a sudden?” Madara’s grin widened, every single tooth on display, and it made him look like a predator on the hunt as he crawled forward. “You certainly weren’t shy last night.”
“I-” Tobirama was uncomfortably aware of the fact that they were both still naked. “I have no memory of last night. You could be making that up.” He hated how weak his voice sounded. He hated that he wasn’t even trying to get away, just watching Madara come closer with a nervous expression.
“I’ll make you a deal, Senju.”
“My first instinct is to say no...”
“Get rid of my headache too”-Madara’s knees were straddled across Tobirama’s hips, his hands planted on either side of the younger man’s head. He leaned down until their faces were only inches apart and whispered-”and I’ll ride you like you so obviously want me to.”
It took a few moments for Tobirama to respond, too busy forcing his breathing back in to regular patterns and reminding his heart to beat. He swallowed twice before the words would come out, ignoring the self-satisfied look in Madara’s eyes.
“You’re bluffing,” he whispered back, further ruining his own image by licking his lips.
“Am I?” Madara asked. Still smirking, he very deliberately lowered himself until his weight settled down over Tobirama, a pale cock nestled between his ass cheeks, already half-hard.
“You can’t honestly...we...you don’t...” As the blood flowed away from his brain and down to more interesting areas of his body, Tobirama rapidly lost the ability to string enough words together to form a proper sentence. Madara seemed more amused than upset by this.
“Come now, you were quite eager for it last night.”
His hips shifted, grinding himself ever so gently down on to the cock beneath him, and Tobirama didn’t quite manage to stifle the way his breath hitched with want.
“You’re not seriously trading sex as payment for me curing your hangover?”
“Hmph. Obviously not.” Madara leaned down just a little bit more, until his hot breath washed over Tobirama’s lips with each word he spoke. “I’m going to fuck you anyway. All I offer is a chance for you to fuck me first. If you get rid of this damnable headache.”
Tobirama’s hands were limned in dull green chakra before he’d even consciously decided to agree. He tried hard to ignore the blush on his face as he raised them to either side of Madara’s head, softly rubbing small circles on sharp temples as he had done to his own before. The moan he received for his capitulation made him shiver and close his eyes for a brief talk with his own body abut self-control.
When he opened his eyes again Madara was only just doing the same thing. His hands lowered back down to his sides and the two of them stared at each other for a moment that felt as though it lasted forever.
Then suddenly Madara was kissing him, messy and heated and everything he had secretly dreamed about for much too long now. It tasted awful with their combined morning breath and he could not have cared less. Tobirama’s hand was already reaching for the lube even as he made a mental note to give thanks to whatever deity had granted him this unexpected wish come true.
32 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
