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[and-claudia]

His Heir pt. 38 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

Word Count 1679 (sorry it's shorter than usual)

Warnings: angst

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Once I was off-world and on my way to the jump point to get to Bavis where Dasar lived the first thing I did was contact him. The moment he answered I was sobbing. I was trying and struggling to tell him what was wrong. 

“Okay, babes, I can’t understand you right now. Look at me,” He waited patiently for me to calm down enough to focus on him, “Good, now deep breath.” 

I mimicked his deep breaths until I was able to speak clearly, tears were still falling and I was sniffling and hiccuping through it all but I was finally able to tell him what was wrong. 

“He’s not coming.” 

“Who, Maul?” 

I nodded. 

“Why, what happened?” 

“He’s just too busy… too busy to come home at night, too busy to spend time with me, too busy to come to my doctor's appointment, and too busy to come to the wedding. I’m sorry.” 

He immediately shook his head, “Sweetheart, this is not your mess to apologize for. He’s being a complete ass. I could care less about him coming to the wedding, to tell you the truth he’s only invited because of who he is and because I couldn’t invite you and not him. But this bull shit of being too busy for you is not acceptable. You are literally carrying his son and he has the audacity to blow you off. You get here and we’ll take care of you, okay babes?” 

I nodded and sighed as the alert to make the jump began going off. 

“Hold on.” I mumbled, leaning forward to hit a few buttons before the blue lights of hyperspace filled the cabin of my ship. 

I sighed as I leaned back in the seat and placed my hands on top of my belly. 

“Is he giving you a hard time?” He asked, trying to get me to focus on something else. 

“Yeah, but it's not really his fault. He went through a growth spurt, his last one supposedly before he was born, so my body is really just trying to catch up.  I knew it was coming but I was hoping it wouldn’t happen until after your wedding.” 

“Well don’t worry about the dress I have yours set aside and already have plans to make some alterations if needed.” He said. 

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.” 

“Of course!” 

“I think I’m going to go lay down for a bit. I have,” I glanced over the dashboard in front of me, “roughly 6 hours before I get there.” 

“Oh, that’s perfect! I wanted to take you out on one of the boats, I know you’ve never seen an ocean so I wanted to show you ours here.” 

I smiled at that, at least I’d have something to look forward to. 

“That sounds fun. I can’t wait. I’ll talk to you later.” 

He said his goodbyes before hanging up. I pushed myself up out of the chair and began making my way to the sleeping quarters on my ship. Before I settled down in the bed I set up all the alarms I would need and made sure they would be loud enough for me to hear if need be. 

“Come on, kih ik'aad, let’s get some rest. It’s just us two again, but I’m sure we’re used to that by now.” 

Dasar PoV 

The moment I hung up with Yn I was calling Maul. He was about to get a piece of my mind. 

“What?!” He yelled answering the phone. 

“Uh Ah, you are not gonna yell at me like that. What you are going to do is tell me what the fuck you did to my best friend.” I snapped back. 

“Need I remind you who you are speaking to?” He all but growled at me. 

“Yeah, I do, actually. And it ain’t Lord Maul of Crimson Dawn. It’s the man who hurt my best friend, made her cry, and is about to get his ass beat if he doesn’t tell me what the fuck happened. She already told me but I want to hear it from your perspective. So start talking.” 

I wasn’t about to let him intimidate me into backing down. I would go to hell and back for Yn, she is my ride or die. 

“I guess I’ve been preoccupied with work lat-” 

“Wrong.” I cut him off, “She is carrying your baby right now. Not only that but you’ve said it yourself this is a difficult pregnancy, especially for a human. She did this voluntarily, she wanted to do this for you. So right now, ruling Crimson Dawn is a said gig, your full-time job is being there for her and supporting her. And you failed her on that.” 

He hung his head at my last sentence. 

“I know.” He sounded so ashamed of himself. 

“She called me sobbing. Not crying Maul, sobbing. I can count on one hand the times I’ve seen her cry. I’ve never seen her hurting that badly.” 

“Is she okay now though?” He asked quietly. 

“If you mean has she stopped crying then yes, but she is not okay Maul. You fucked up big time.” 

He almost winced at that, knowing what he had done wrong. There was a few beats of silence as he took in and truly processed what he had done. 

“How do I fix it?” He pleaded. 

“How soon can you leave Dathomir?” 

“They are preparing my ship but it needed to be refueled before they began the preflight checks. So maybe another hour.” “That would put you nearly 3 hours behind her…” I stayed silent as I thought about what he could do. 

“I know she was really looking forward to watching the sunset on the beach…” 

“Okay, that’s a good start… We’re taking her out tomorrow to see the coral reef just off the island. We will push back when we go, we will get back to the private cove right before sunset and you will be there waiting for her. I will have the kitchens prepare you a picnic dinner. You sit on that beach and tell how fucking stupid you were, how much you love her and you vow to her that this will never happen again. Seriously if you hurt her again, I will end you.” 

Maul nodded, with his head still hung. 

“I need to finish packing.” 

“Good. I’ll make sure she’s okay when she gets here.” I said. 

“Thank you, Dasar.” 

I was taken aback, Maul had never said thank you like that to me before. It was sincere, and I could tell he truly meant it and wasn’t just saying it because it was what needed to be said. 

I nodded before ending the call. 

Yn’s PoV

I was impressed and grateful that I managed to get a solid four hours of sleep before my approach warnings were going off. You weren’t allowed to jump through the Atune System where Bavis was because there was a heavy asteroid belt that surrounded the outside of it and any ships that tried to make the jump through got damaged… or worse. 

“Alright, kih ik'aad, time to get up.” I said before not so gracefully getting out of the bed. 

After a good stretch and pop of my back, I shuffled into the cockpit to fly me to Bavis. Unfortunately for me, Bavis was still a good distance away from the edge of the system and it would still take me a bit to get to the actual planet. But I was able to put in the coordinates and let autopilot take over. As I approached the outer atmosphere I took over flying and contacted their commands room channel to alert them of my approach. 

“This is Lady Yn requisition clearance to land.” I said. 

“Hey, babes, so I moved my ship out of Bay One so you can land there. I didn’t want you to have to walk super far to get to the transport to the palace.” 

I was surprised to hear Dasar’s voice come through the coms. 

“Dasar, you didn’t have to do that. Also, it’s so late please tell me you didn’t stay up this late just for me.” I said as I began to steer the ship in the right direction.

“Okay, I won’t tell you that then.” He joked, “I’ll come meet you in the hangar. Don’t worry about luggage, I’ll have the droids come to get it for you.” 

“Okay.” I said as I landed. 

I looked down at my current attire, I was still in what I had slept in. One of Maul’s old tunics that wasn’t a deep v-neck and a pair of sleep shorts that were hardly appropriate for someone of my ranking to be wearing out and about. 

Once the ship was landed and shut off I got up and went to open the ramp. After it was lowered, Dasar was already climbing it to meet me. 

“Hi, dear.” 

I smiled as he came and gave me a hug. 

“Damn you weren’t kidding, he’s huge.” He teased. 

“Thanks.” I rolled my eyes playfully. 

“Hey, I said he, not you.” He defended himself. 

“Do I need to change? Like is anyone really going to be up right now and see me?” 

“Nope.” He shook his head. 

“Awesome. I really didn’t want to, I’m too comfortable to.” “Well, that’s great because we’re not going back to bed just yet.” 

“We’re not?” I asked as he hooked his arm with mine and walked me down the ramp. 

“Nope… I figured we haven’t had a night to catch up just you and me in a while. And with me getting married and you having the baby soon we probably won’t get a chance to for a good while. So that’s what we’re doing tonight. You, me, a bad holo romcom, snacks, and yes I have chocolate, talking shit, or not, up to you,” He gave me a not-so-subtle wink, “What do you say?” 

“That sounds like it is exactly what I need.” I smiled at him. 

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[cc1010fox]

Fox uses “vod’ika” instead of “kih’vod”. It’s the difference between “precious little baby brother” and “younger brother”. 

Outside of his batch, he’s always been one of the oldest clones in the room, even if just by seconds, which he holds over the others’ heads. Ever since he was young, he’s used it as both a taunt and a form of affection, from calling Cody “vod’ika” while assuring him he’ll match his quickdraw marks one day (NOT) to calling one of his men “vod’ika” while comforting him after a traumatic experience. 

“Kih” is almost not part of his vocabulary at all. He could probably count the amount of times he’s used it on one hand. That means he refers to the other clones as his “baby brothers” in serious conversations, when it should really only be used tauntingly or affectionately in, like, baby talk. It’s a quirk the rest of the Guard is used to, but it tends to throw other clones off.

#Tome'tayl ‖ Headcanon

[recents]

there used to be this world record holding french mario speedrunner whose online handle was “kirua” and it was that explicitly he named himself after killua and would use him as his pfp and shit because haha boy go fast speedrunner hunter x hunter reference epic. but the guy who does those famous youtube documentaries on speedrunning history, summoningsalt, i think he doesn’t know who killua/kirua or what the reference is and he always pronounces this dude’s handle the most wrong i think it’s possible to say anything. he says it like an english word. kih-ROO-uh. and it haunts me okay. it haunts me. i KNOW someone knows what im talking about

#those videos have MILLIONS of views i KNOW someone knows what im talking about #.

[spanishskulduggery]

hi! i was thinking about some things a lot of english speakers i know do, sometimes me, and wondering if there were similar -- but not equivalent -- things in spanish. like, how when a lot of us speak aloud, we drop the "g" on words that end with "-ing" ("talkin," "thinkin," etc.). or how when we say "kitten" or "rotten" a lot of us say it like "kih-in" or "rah-in", dropping the t. do those make you think of anything similar in spanish? (could be dropping letters, could be common ways of casual speaking that if u're just learning spanish from formal sources u might not learn, etc. ik it's kind of a broad question -- just wondering about an example or two that come to mind, ik a full answer could and probably has taken up books. and i'm sure it probably varies by country and/or region, too)

Oh it's super common in Spanish in different ways

There are syllables that get "swallowed" all the time

Some examples:

estar in present tense turning to ta; like ta llorando is está llorando "he/she is crying"... practically any time you see the -ing in English replaced as -in' you see toy/tás/tá/tán/tamos + verb in progressive as a kind of approximation

dónde turning into on; combining with estar you get onta or ontas like "where is it?" or "where are you?" [¿dónde estás? -> ¿ontas? in other words]

todo el día "all day" -> tol día

para -> pa [sometimes pa' to let you know it was para] para nada "not at all" -> pa ná

There's a joke in Spanish about pa él "for him" and pa'ella "for her" OR "paella"

And practically any word ending in -ado or -ada can have the D suddenly disappear

So like está muy callado "he is very soft-spoken" or "he is very quiet" can come out as tá muy callao

The feminine form tends to omit the D sound and collapse or conflate the A sounds together, so está muy callada can kind of sound like tá muy callá

That's why para nada sometimes comes out like pa ná because without the D you have two A sounds together which just kind of become one A sound

I have also heard clarostá which is claro está so it comes out like "fo sho" or "fursure" or something instead of "for sure"

I know that in South America you sometimes hear eres "you are" come out more like eri. And there are times when es "it is" or "he/she is" comes out like é which is similar to Italian

And por is often shortened to po'. In Chile the expression po comes out like the Canadian "eh"... like you can just end a sentence with po for emphasis. I'm not totally sure if it's an abbreviated version of por supuesto "of course" or por cierto "by the way" or some other por expression, but po is very common

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There is also baby talk which is a little different but a friend of mine likes to say pobue tigüe or pobre/pobue tigüecito which is "poor tiger"... kind of like "poow widdle tiger"?

R sounds in baby talk end up as ü or W-ish sounds; like if I were trying to baby talk grande I would write it as "guande"

Same friend also says aícara instead of ay caramba/ay carajo which I enjoy

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Somewhat related but BUE- or GUE- or HUE- is often spoken as if it were W

I have heard/said/seen people say weno/a instead of bueno/a, or hearing abuelo/a as something closer to awelo/a, or el vuelo "flight" sounding like el welo

There is also a linguistic link to huevón "dumbass" to Chile's use of weón and its verb expressions with wear or wea

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I'm sure there are linguists who study this kind of thing, especially with the internet there's all kinds of abbreviations and approximations and contractions of words

If anyone like native-speakers/linguists/whoever want to add anything or their own favorite examples please do I'm curious

#asks

[aza-trash-can]

This was already said long ago by someone else in the fandom, but if kih means small, then kih'vod means little brother (literally)

This means for maximum annoyance, Cody calls Rex "kih'vod'ika"

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

#aza's trash

[snowboyclarkov]

Cross-Bey Polls - Results

The polls are over, and here are the results. My votes are invalid as I only do them so I can see how the results develop.

Lui Shirosagi | LUS 3-7 RYU | Ryuga

Shu Kurenai | SHK 6-2 FAU | Faust

Phi | PHI 5-2 RAG | Rago

Arthur Peregrine | ARP 4-9 KIH | Kira Hayama

Gwyn Reynolds | GWR 3-4 BRM | Brooklyn Masefield

Lain Valhalla | LAV 3-6 DAH | Damian Hart

Rashad Goodman | RGO 2-6 JUK | Julian Konzern

No surprises that Ryuga emerged victorious over Lui. I can imagine Lui telling Lúinor to "crush that fraud" and then Ryuga instantly making Lui eat his words.

I must admit, I was taken by shock on a couple of them. Mainly the fact that more people who voted believe Phi is stronger than Rago, which by association means he would make Ryuga look pathetic. Even better is that the last poll with Phi saw him lose to Faust. Does that mean Faust would beat Rago if I did a poll for those two? (Rhetorical.)

Meanwhile, Shu is considered to be better than the blader who controls space-time and took both Gingka and Masamune to beat when Tempo was badly weakened. At full power, it makes those two combined look sad. Shu must be an incredible blader.

Arthur believes that only the strongest bladers are worthy of blading at all, and desires to rule the blading world based on power and darkness. Kira is very similar in that regard, with his long-winded talk about absolute power. It wasn't close, only one of them has the strength to back their claims up. It's the one with the abs, revealing clothing and androgynous looks (who was ostracised and bullied for them as a child).

Gwyn performed really well and came very close in a battle of the naturally talented geniuses, but Brooklyn had the edge and held on. Gwyn was in the lead for a good point. Think of a battle where Zeus is losing to Genesis. In an alternate outcome, that's what happened.

Lain had a minor comeback late on in the poll, no doubt fuelled by that Flare of his, but Damian generally dominated and won well. Lucius is based on Lucifer, the fallen angel often referred to as Satan. But being based on something isn't the same as actually being that thing. Damian controls the Beyblade equivalent of Hell.

Rashad had it hardest though, except for perhaps Arthur. Remember when Julian was humiliated by Damian? Well, Julian is handing it out this time. Emperor is higher than prince on the royalty scale. That holds true here as well. Rashad didn't get any votes at all until the latter half.

Another note, I was researching the battles between Bel-Pri and Bel-Rashad because all three of them seem to be around the same level, and made a ranking of them in different states. I documented the results of each one. Rashad was never seen with his true full abilities as Regnar was damaged in a battle with Belfyre. Even when damaged it still only lost by a hair and scored points against Belfyre at full tilt. That's why it lost to Valtryek in a somewhat one-sided match, and also why it ended up barely losing to Belfyre even after fully bonding with Rashad. I do think Valt would have won against Rashad if Regnar wasn't damaged, but it would have been a narrow win. I also think Rashad with a non-damaged Regnar would have won against Bel.

Bel's first battle with Pri was a ring-out for both, with Pri barely winning. It was similar in nature to Rashad's hair-line burst victory over Bel before Rashad chose to battle Valt. In their second battle, Bel tried the same Devastate Dive that Regnar stopped on its own while damaged and that was beaten by Glory Spear. Pandora survived but ended up having to dodge it and exposed an opening to use Lightning Crush and win with a burst. It seems Pandora wasn't able to hold its ground as much as a damaged Regnar was.

With all that in mind, here's my thoughts

Valt/Ultimate Valtryek

Bel/Divine Belfyre

Rashad/Glory Regnar

Pri/Pandora

Bel/Devastate Belfyre (Perfect Gear)

Rashad/Glory Regnar (damaged)

Rashad/Glory Regnar (not fully bonded)

Rashad/Glory Regnar (not fully bonded, damaged)

Bel/Devastate Belfyre

Valt/Salvage Valtryek

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[vanishedangels]

Behind the Beskar wall

Summary: Paz Vizsla was loyal to his Mand'alor and devoted to the creed, until his world’s shaken up by the unexpected, he has fallen for the enemy, Jedi Luke Skywalker.

Pairing: Luke Skywalker/Paz Vizsla.

Relationships: Din Djarin & Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin & Paz Vizsla.

Rating: M (+18)

Characters: Luke Skywalker, Paz Vizsla, Din Djarin, Grogu.

Warnings: None.

Tags: Canon Compliant, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Enemies To Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Dom Luke Skywalker, Sub Paz Vizsla.

Chapters: 2/?

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Even when Luke was still the enemy, Paz couldn't ignore that the Jedi was getting under his skin, slowly, painfully.

Paz didn't move for a while, even when little Jedi was already gone. He knew that he was cursed, poisoned by drinking from Luke Skywalker's elixir, and he realized he wanted that, he wanted to get drunk on the Jedi, to give himself to the pleasure that perfect man would bring out of him.

Chapter 2: Nowhere to hide

Paz was sitting at the desk, cleaning his blaster inside the privacy of his own room. But his mind was fixed on the Jedi.

"Kih Jetii has nothing better to do than waste his time on our planet, huh?" He asked to himself.

"Little shit... I bet he's up to something." He tried to redirect his thoughts, but it wasn't easy, he was still feeling the blonde's warmth against his gloved hand, reaching his skin.

When he met Din that night he couldn't hide his eagerness. He started talking about the Jedi as soon as he walked into his Mand'alor's chamber.

"Vod, that jetii could be a spy." He said resting against the wall, hands on his hips.

"That Jedi is my son's Master and he's not here to cause any trouble." Din sighed "Besides, he's not here only because of Grogu."

Paz raised his eyebrows behind the helmet.

"He's Senator Organa's brother, they're pulling some strings to get us a place at the New Republic."

Paz leaned forward surprised "The kriff?"

"I want Mandalore to be part of the Senate." Din explained.

Paz snorted out a laugh "You're crazy, you know? This is the outer rim! We're not welcome there, the fucking Core Worlds can suck my-"

"Enough, Vizsla!" He cut him off pointing at Grogu peacefully sleeping under the blankets in his little bed.

Paz breathed out "I'm just telling you that it doesn't matter if this pretty boy is helping you out, that won't happen."

Din moved his helmet towards him the second he heard Paz calling Luke a pretty boy.

"Also, he's a kriffing Jetii, he's our enemy." He tried to change the subject.

"Then you consider my son your enemy, Vizsla."

"It's different."

"My son is as Jedi as Luke Skywalker is." Din deadpanned.

"Go to hell, Djarin. The Jetii is not my family, don't you ever say that Grogu is my enemy, he's my nephew." He took Din's cape in his fist, tightening his grip.

"Chill, vod." Din moved his hand to his chest swiftly, pushing him away. Paz let go of him.

"There's a kriffing Jetii inside our facilities, if you're okay with that, that's on you." He opened the door "But he won't fool me, it's a promise." He walked out of the chamber closing the door behind him.

~

The dinner room was crowded that evening, the children of the watch used to make an appearance every night and then they would retrieve to their rooms in order to eat alone.

The rest of the mandalorians remained in the public room, since they were allowed to remove their helmets.

Paz was sitting at the table with the rest of the Royal Guard as always.

The Jedi entered the room alongside The Mand'alor, who was carrying the little prince in his arms.

The mandalorian next to Paz gasped "They look like the Royal Family."

Paz squirmed in his seat. The thought of Din and the Jedi together made him furious beyond comprehension.

The Mand'alor was taking a seat, Luke sat down next to him.

"Oh, look. They're sitting at the same table. You think The Mand'alor is fucking him?" One of them asked playfully.

Paz was feeling nauseous he needed to leave the place.

He stayed until the Jedi left the room instead. Staring at him now and then, there was something special about Skywalker.

Maybe Din found him special as well.

~

The next day Paz was in the training room, sharping his vibroknife skills. He was grunting with every move, pretending the Jedi was fighting against him, dodging his attacks.

He was sweating under his blue armour, his muscles soaring, his breathing was heavy. He noticed that someone was watching him, standing by the door.

The Jedi.

He froze gasping for air, exhausted. He stared at the blonde man rolling his shoulders menacingly.

The Jedi didn't move, his eyes on him "That was impressive." He said to Paz.

Paz looked down, sheathing his vibroknife.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your training." The blonde tried to apologize.

Paz closed the distance between them, he was now towering over him. The Jedi looked up at his visor with piercing eyes, so crystal and beautiful.

The big mandalorian's chest plate was moving up and down rapid. "So you just decided to stand there and lurk." He said staring down at the little Jedi.

The Jedi frowned, he looked offended but Paz could only think about how gorgeous the man was now that he was so close to him.

"I wasn't lurking, I'm sorry if I bothered you, it wasn't my intention." Luke avoided his visor looking at his chest.

"Look, Jetii, I would never go against The Mand'alor's will and I respect him but I don't trust you." Paz said breathing fast. "At all."

Luke looked up at his helmet again "I know that."

"Good. I'm watching you." The tall man added. His shoulders showing how tense he was. "You might charm your way through life but it's not working on me."

The Jedi tilted his head, frowning, pursing his lips. "Charming my way?"

"Yeah, and I can see your true colours. You don't belong here, I hope you know that." Paz rested a strong hand on the wall behind Luke.

Luke didn't break eye contact with his visor.

"Jetii..." Paz moved closer to him ducking his head, so close that his helmet was almost touching Luke's ear "What do you get out of this, huh?" His voice deeper than before.

Luke was still, he didn't even flinch, that made Paz feel frustrated, little Jedi was something else entirely.

People used to be scared of Paz' massive body, but this pretty boy before him acted like he wasn't intimidated at all. Was Paz making a fool of himself again?

Yes, he knew he was. He remembered Din's words about the Jedi "He's the most powerful warrior that I have ever seen in my entire life, vod." And he swallowed hard as a rush of cold sweat invaded his whole body.

"I think you know that Grogu is chased by the imperial remnants." The Jedi said, Paz nodded against his ear. "They're testing on froce-sensitive children, I need to find those kids before them, we're joining forces."

Paz frowned under his helmet "Who are joining forces?"

"The rebellion remnants and your people."

Paz moved his head back and stared into Luke's eyes "Who the hell you think you are to take my people to a death trap, Jetii?" He was clenching his jaw, hating the man in front of him.

"The Mand'alor asked me to join you, this was his plan and I couldn't agree more. We need each other." Luke looked so composed that Paz felt the need to grab him and throw him against the wall. "Children are our priority, I know that's part of your creed."

Paz remained still though, knowing that the Jedi was right. "This is the way." He said pulling away from Luke. Luke nodded.

Paz was looking down when the little Jedi sighed, that brought the mandalorian's attention to him again "I know you don't like me, so I won't bother you anymore." He said bowing to Paz.

"Why do you care about that, Jetii?" Paz couldn't help it anymore, deep inside he wanted to know if the Jedi found him interesting. Do you, Jetii? Do you like me?

"Excuse me?" Luke folded his hands in front of his lap as usual.

"Do you want me to like you?" Paz didn't know where that boldness came from. He was regretting saying such a thing the second he finished the sentence.

"Something tells me that you're aching for that." The Jedi said, a feeble smile appearing on his face.

What a tease!

Paz was silent, feeling his heart thumping hard inside his chest. The Jedi looked away "I'm leaving you now, my Padawan is waiting for me. See you around, Vizsla."

Even when Luke was still the enemy, Paz couldn't ignore that the Jedi was getting under his skin, slowly, painfully.

Paz didn't move for a while, even when little Jedi was already gone. He knew that he was cursed, poisoned by drinking from Luke Skywalker's elixir, and he realized he wanted that, he wanted to get drunk on the Jedi, to give himself to the pleasure that perfect man would bring out of him.

He knew little Jedi could drive him crazy, it was pretty obvious by now.

~

Paz was eager to find Luke alone again but that wasn't happening. If Luke wasn't training little Grogu in the sun lounge, he was next to Din, walking down the corridor together, or sitting at the main table next to each other, or training with their sabers.

He remembered his mate's words "You think The Mand'alor is fucking him?" And his heart ached.

That was another reason to be jealous of Din. He had his own clan, he was The Mand'alor and now he was also, with no doubt, sharing his bed with the Jedi. Din had it all.

That made him hate Din, he was hating Din with such an intensity that made him feel ashamed of himself.

Paz was putting his heart and soul into controlling his temper, he knew Din didn't deserve his anger.

He knew that training alone in the morning would help him reduce his mood swings.

He startled when he stepped in the training room and saw the Jedi meditating sitting on the mat, legs crossed and eyes closed.

Finally, baby boy!

Paz was too far gone and he didn't even care about that. He contemplated the sight before him.

Cute little bastard.

He cleared his throat, he wanted the Jedi to notice his presence.

The blonde opened his eyes and stood up slowly, he wasn't wearing his cape, Paz sighed behind his helmet ogling at his muscular lithe body.

"Good morning, Vizsla." Luke nodded walking towards the door, Paz didn't move, blocking the exit.

"I'm leaving." The Jedi said staring at his helmet.

"You can stay if you want to." Paz shifted his weight from one foot to the other, expectant.

"No, it's okay, I'm going to see Grogu." He said staring down.

Paz's stared at his messy hair, so soft and inviting, his eyelashes against his red cheeks, his lips moving softly with every word. The kriffing Jetii was a dream.

He moved to the side, yearning for him, dying to run his hand over his face, to feel him.

The Jedi sighed, the sound sending shivers down Paz' spine. But he didn't move.

"Mesh'la." Paz whispered, reaching out and curling a hand around the Jedi's biceps.

For the first time, Luke startled, and this wasn't the time he should do so, Paz was dying inside, withdrawing his hand. Feeling rejected. Feeling in pain.

Paz could feel Luke's eyes on him, but he was looking down hoping for the Jedi to leave the room, to leave him alone with his embarrassment.

"What does that mean?" The Jedi asked with a soft sweet voice that made Paz' lower belly tighten.

"Don't ask me that. I'm pretty sure you know what that means..." Paz was still avoiding his face and clenching his hands into fists.

"I don't."

Paz was thinking about his odds, if he showed weakness the Jedi would roast him right there on the spot.

But he was dying to touch the blonde man, his chest swelled at the thought, making little Jedi moan, making little Jedi writhe under his touch. "I called you beautiful." He said holding his breath.

Paz looked up when he heard the Jedi chuckling "You make fun of me and you're dead, Jetii." He said through gritted teeth.

But little Jedi's face was so sincere, glowing like a kid, he shook his head closing his eyes as he rested a hand on Paz' broad chest. He breathed in staring at his visor, coming close to him, his arms flexed against Paz' chest plate. "I can feel your heartbeat going fast."

Paz' brain short circuited, his mouth fell open behind his helmet.

"Mandalorian, I'm gonna answer your question now." He nuzzled Paz' neck earning him a low groan from the taller man. "I do, I really do. I want you to like me."

Paz swallowed through the lump in his throat, blinking, staring at that gorgeous face inches apart of his helmet.

"I love the way your visor is always on me, yes I noticed it, and how your body reacts when I'm around you." Luke purred.

Paz gasped encircling his waist with his arms, tightening his grip pressing the Jedi's body flush against him. Luke whimpered "Yes, Paz, let me feel you."

Paz groaned stroking Luke's back desperately, he took his gloves off to really feel the man in his arms.

His hands running up and down the Jedi's body, his arms, his waist, his neck, his hair "Jetii, if you're making fun of me, you're gonna regret it. Kriff! I love your hair..."

Luke sighed shifting his hips and Paz' eyes went wide when he felt Luke's hardness against his thigh "I'm not making fun of you, big boy, you're driving me crazy for real." The Jedi said closing his eyes.

They heard voices coming from the corridor, Luke pulled away from him, Paz took a sight of him and his heart fluttered. Luke's blonde hair was a mess, his cheeks were red as two cherries and his eyes were darkened by his dilated pupils.

Mesh'la. Mesh'la. Mesh'la.

Luke straightened his clothes and nodded at him, leaving the room and leaving Paz leaning against the wall, begging for mercy, his head spinning and his skin burning.

The word enemy dwindling slowly in his mind.

#pazluke #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker x paz vizsla #luke skywalker #paz vizsla #pazluke fanfiction #behind the beskar wall fanfic

[robotpussy]

Tastemaker mutual. I’m soooo far from being a film g*rlie so I really be listening when u (& Ashley capricornpropaganda) talk about it ! But not just with media™️, I really admire how easy & intuitive you make fashion/aesthetics look so like I reiterate….mx robotpussy thee tastemaker 🤌🏽

oh kih 🥺 💕💕💕 ilysm!!! it's a honour to know this coming from one of my most intelligent and hottest mutuals ❤️

#asks #beloved mutuals

[mccarthymolly]

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Not deflect ethical. Is interest in war ethical. Why people like war. Why not express anger less violent like force w things more throwable.

Bgnr ok idkh,mulhj,

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#Nc closerh #Mku #hhm

[ktaraargon]

The wild artist hunt (part 2 “jetii bal kaysh jetii’kade” or “jedi and her lightsabers”) Draft

“Master, what is this training about?” Kata put her robe on the banch and looked over the training room. ”Are we going to spar again?”

“No, young one, you will train with elite squad since today.”

“Train? With clones?” She was a bit stanned. The only reason to train with clones is to prepair to fight along them on a battlefield. “Does it mean I’m going to work with that squad... out there?”

“The Councile decided to put you on special ops work. Even if I’m against the war, I see your point and can agree with it. It is your way to protect lifes. Mine is negotiating.” Shaak Ti waved her hand. “You need to follow you heart and the Forse. Are you sure you want to be there?”

“Yes, master. All I want is to stop the war. To save people. But if negotiations can’t, than the victory will. We have tried, Master Kenobi has tried. But if they want war, they will get it.”

“Revenge?”

“No. Only justice. Only those who started and supported this war will be punnished. No way I would attack those, who has nothing in common with it.”

“You are wise, little one. And you must remember: the Forse will guide you through your heart. Listen to it.”

Kata bowed and stretched her arms. Well, she will have to find the way to work with that squad. Not like their commanding officer, but like a friend.

***

“Start with one from Niman, then move to Makashi and Ataru.” Hunter heard the talk in training room. ”Combine. Adapt your moves to mine.”

General Ti’s voice was steady, but he could hear the movement.

“You are still fighting yourself, padawan. Steady your thoughts. Let’s stop now.”

“They are here.”

“Come in, Clone Forse 99.” General opened the door with slight movement of hand. Hunter looked over his brothers and entered.

“The squad is in your command, general.”

“At ease.” togruta put her lightsaber oh her belt and waved a hand to her padavan. “Kata, your task is to adapt to their fighting stile. This room is equiped with training droigs so you can train your skills with sabers without me. You can destroy them. It would be a way for caminoans to reuse cadet’s training projects on repairing and hacking droids.”

“So I can slice them.”

“As you wish. Stabing also works. And you, boys, try to help her in this task. There are several models of tests for you to try. Even a citadel. I will come in an hour.”

She left them alone giving the girl time to procces all information. Hunter looked around to get the idea of the room. It was enormous. Height of two or three levels. Different walls, towers and ditches. All they can imagine. The best training facility they can wish to prepare for the last exam before the real work.

“So, what are your names?” commander turned her sabers off but kept them in hands. Not like she wanted to stop her training session.

“I’m CT-9901, sargent of the squard. Others are CT-9902, CT-9903 and CT-9904...” Hunter waved his hand to his brothers.

“Not your designations. I hate you call yourselves by numbers.”

“Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair.”

“I see...” She looked at each of them. “Well, master wanted us to train. I really need to get used to work in team. Can we start working in pairs, so I could catch the pace?”

“As you wish, commander.” Tech looked up from his datapad. “May I ask, why we?”

 “Master wanted me get used to your tactics befor we would have to fight along in the field.”

“Does it mean we are assined to work with you and your batalion?”

“Not batalion. Tech, Right? Special ops and other staff like this. I’m too young to lead soldiers. So, working with small squad is the best way.”

They exchanged gazes. Crosshair whispered “Kaysh lise brokar beskar’ad? Duraani jetii’ikae.”

“Hm... Gar serimi.” Wrecker huffed. “Kih ad’ika.”

“Are you ready to start?” her voice was calm. Not like she understood their words. Hunter put his helmet on and went to her position.

“Let’s give it a try, commander.”

“At ease. You all can call me by name when we are alone, or with master Ti.”

***

Well, keep her temper inside was hard. Didn’t they dare call her like that again. Kih ad’ika?! Can’t beat a droid?! Oh, if only she could smack those two in the face... As a human she could choose the culture she wanted study as her native. And yes, she had chosen madalorian way of life. Even everybody told her it was weird for jedi be also a mandalorian. So speaking their language was like a part of her.

She was pleased that Hunter didn’t say something like his verds. As their alor he could also stop them. But they are just boys. No way she would be taken aback by their words.

Her footsteps were lite and fast. She must show them her kot. Droids must be terminated. That’s why no Chii-Cho forms, no Djem So. Ataru and Vaapad. Fast, unpredictable movements. Hunter would be the easiest to get along.

“Ready?” Tech took his place at control panel. “As I remember the scenarios Mist and Watch are the best to start with. What is good for you?”

“Turn on Watch for the first. Commander?” Hunter looked her over.

“Run and hide. As usual.” Kata ignied both lightsabers. “Want to start?”

It was easy to get his strategy. As clanckers were moving in groups of 3 or 5 they both chose fast attacks eleminating them as fast as possible. Kata sliced the last one in this groupe and ran on the tops of the half-walls to reach another. Hunter was doing the same on the other side. The problem was in turels. But using some Shien forms Kata was able to stop one. Three others were destroyed by Hunter’s shots.

“Well, That was fast.” He put his DC-17 and vibroblade to their places. “Could not say that I was ready for some of the spins and flips.”

“If I’m not strong, I have to move fast.”

Kata used Forse to take her flask. She got his rithm. Hunter was fast and dangerous. Like a stream. Like the hunting predator. Her togrutian blood made her more close to this tipe of life. Run, track, hunt. He was someone undestandable.

***

Tech watched his brother running simulation with jetii. She was good. Droids could not stop her flips and spins. Well, Crosshair was wrong. She was compitent in slaying clankers. And she was quite angry at the begining. Though it seemed she calmed down after simulation.

“Who is next?” Oh, his brothers were going to get very angry jetii’ika. And what made her so agressive? Their words in mando’a. Conclusion? She knows this language. What a coinsidence.

“Ok, let’s see what you can, jetii’ika.” Wrecker stood up to join her on a field. “Hey, Tech, give us Mist! That’s fun!”

“Incomming in 3, 2, 1...” He turned the scenario on. Many droids, heavy fire. He didn’t expected that comander would start deflecting bolts as well as destroying clankers in her attack range. Tech readjusted his goggles. Different tactics give them opportunities to adapt to situation. It would be beneficial to prepare several strategies before field work...

“Hey, Tech, don’t slip in thoughts.” Hunter leaned on the wall nearby. “Kaysh iviin’yc ti kaysh jetii’kade... Mesh’la verd.”

“Kaysh suvari mando’a.” That’s all he could say.

“Haat?”

“Elek.”

“Kriff. Crosshair got himself a trouble.”

“Wait for it. I think she wants to play. Let’s not show we got her secret.”

“Yep, let’s do it.”

***

Well, the training was good. Kata turned her sabers off and went to the bench to rest for a moment. She decided to keep it like she doesn’t know mando’a. It would be funny to watch. She was too tired to get on her feet when master Ti came back. 2 hours of training wore her out. All she wanted is to sleep.

“You can go and get your rest, padawan.” her master was smiling.

“Just let me stay here... I’ll be okay in several hours...” Not what she wanted to say. Okay, no logical thinking now. It’s impossible.

“Need help, general?”

“Well, yes. Can you carry her to her room?”

“Yep, general.” That obviously was Wrecker. She tightened her grip on weapon and hissed as angry tooka.

“Go on your feet or let him help you. You can’t do the first, so let the second be.”

Not like she had any chance. The last thing she heard were Hunter’s words. “Careful, Wrecker. Ad’ika nuhoy’la.”

“I’m not a child...” but not sure if anybody heard her.

#StarWarsAU #star wars #tbb #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #oc jedi Kata #shaak ti #the wild artist hunt

[kihratsu]

People, hear me out

Coincidence?

#Loki #loki series spoilers #loki show #loki series #mobius #tva loki #loki tv series #marvel #mcu #kih talks #fandom #mcu loki #stan lee #tom hiddleston #stan lee cameo #marvel multiverse #TVA #dr strange #multiverse #madness #god times #spoilers

[ohnottokaji]

Lmao 😂🤦🏽‍♀️

#Hyungwon watches it 🥺🥺🥺 #Nobody: I— Kihyun: OKAY BUT HYUNGWON #Kih just loves you so much he has to talk about his bestie. #12Idol #Hyungwon #KiWon

[in2orbit]

Ppl get nervous about it really often, so just know that my comfort level with people calling me Arie begins at the stage of our relationship where u often like my posts n I often like urs lol. If you’ve seen my icon in ur notifications 3 times back to back & vice versa at least a handful of times, u have Arie privileges & it’s not just ok it’s encouraged :) 💙

#highposting #still trying to relax fully so I’m gonna be talking abt nothing here for a lil bit #but yeah !! it’s still ok to call me Kih it’s very okay but so is Arie :)

[pankjwimbleton]

im having another normal one

#dev!.txt #papfpppapppppappapappapapsppfppfppfppdppcpcopbpvppvpvpbpppbppbpbppb #any ways talk 2 me abt furney <3 and karrrrma <3 pleaaaze ill give u a kih

[divine-righteousness]

#riot cant tell me she isnt buff #i wont fucking hear it #that is a big fuck off sword that splits apart into two swords #face of the divine #art of the divine #hewwo dis is my kayle under her armor #theres scars that are not pictured #thank you for coming to my kih talk #(kih = kayle is hot) #i want you all to know #the file is titled justice juice

[flowered-mp3]

someone’s someone - yoo kihyun

pairing: boyfriend kihyun + female reader

genre: fluff, smut, established relationship au

word count: 7.6k+

warnings: super self-indulgent (lmao), kih and y/n being so disgustingly sweet that you’ll want to throw up, alcohol, explicit sexual content, cursing, breathplay (f), edging (f), oral (f), dom/sub themes, unprotected sex

summary: you spent your birthday with your boyfriend for the first time, and he made every effort to make the day as special as possible.

rating: 18+

author’s note: surprise post for my bday! super self-indulgent (obv)! i'm sure that you all understand what this is inspired by (if u look at my text posts lmao), but if u didn't see, they're inspired by this vid, this vid, this vid, this set, and this pic, all of which made me 🥴 (i’m v down bad. no, i don’t want to talk about it, i just want mercy pls). in addition, i want to thank @kimga for suggesting a cooking kih, so i added a little part with that. ok bye <3

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[library] [monsta x library]

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The day started as an absolute dream.

You weren’t sure what he was going to do for your birthday, as it was the first one that you were celebrating with Kihyun as your official boyfriend but…

It was more than you ever thought that you would ever deserve in a million years.

You woke up with Kihyun wrapped around you like a stuffed animal within the plush duvet, his firm chest cloaking the entirety of your frame protectively. The sight of him with his hair charmingly dishevelled, wispy dark strands kissing his eyelashes with a sleepy grin spread across his face, was utterly devastating for your heart.

“Good morning, baby. I’m so happy that you were born…” he whispered huskily, voice raspier than normal from sleep. Your heart swelled in affection as hushed declarations of adoration and love escaped his lips; a luxury that you’ve only been able to have with him in the morning.

While he always showed a regular level of affection with you (you mean, he’s your boyfriend, why wouldn’t he?), there was something about that time of the day; warm sunlight seeping through the curtains before it reflected off the sheets and onto your skin in an alluring manner; eyes half-lidded and mind half-asleep, did such mushy words slip from his mouth.

Even as you teased him bashfully, “Shut up. You’re so cheesy,” he continued to shower you with flattering and ego-boosting remarks.

“Just take the compliments,” he started before nuzzling his nose into your neck, “You deserve them.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, responding to his sweet words by pressing a palm against his cheek and placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

---

Turns out, Kihyun had the entire rest of the day planned out.

He sat on the bed with a mug of green tea in hand, going on and on about the minute little details of what he had planned for the day. It honestly got to the point where the contents of what he was saying became lost to you, your mind focused on the sight of your very hot boyfriend in a robe with messy bedhead, just planning things.

It didn’t matter what he did because he gave 110% of his energy into it, no questions asked. He’s a passionate man, and you never really expected anything less.

“You planned the entire day out? For me?” you asked, curious of what his response would be.

“Of course,” he answered, just as if your question was rhetorical. You smiled when he reached out to take his hand in yours, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand tenderly.

“That’s very sexy of you,” you admitted, giggling at your half-joke. It prompted Kihyun to laugh as well, throwing his head back with his mouth opening wide. The sight and the sound of him laughing were among your favourites; his mouth opened wide as cute little crinkles and creases appeared around his eyes.

“Out of all the qualities that you like about me, that's the sexiest thing?” he asked, amused and thoroughly entertained by your comment.

“It’s my birthday, so just take the compliment,” you repeated to him, giggling once his smile became even wider and brighter. Then, he suddenly reached out to push a stray hair out of your face, smoothing it back before leaning in and staring for a short moment. Before you were able to ask him what was on his mind, he pressed his lips against your forehead tenderly. With overwhelming fondness, he slid his palm down to your cheek before pulling away.

“Of course. Anything for you,” he answered, heart beating faster when you leaned into his touch, sighing out contently.

---

It was around noon when you finally decided to leave the bedroom, clad in an oversized sweatshirt while ruffling your hair, still damp from being freshly washed. You traipsed down the stairs leisurely until you reached the kitchen, the smell of fried eggs and rice drawing you in. Your eyes darted around to determine the source of the scent, eventually landing on the sight of your boyfriend in front of the stove with a spatula in hand.

His back was facing you as he tossed the pan in the air, shoulder blades pressing through his white t-shirt as his arms flexed in exertion; it was as if he was inviting you to stare at him. You bit your bottom lip as your eyes unwittingly trailed across his back and down to his legs, thoroughly appreciating the sight of his cute butt in those shorts that he always wore on his days off.

With quiet feet, you snuck up behind him with small steps before wrapping your arms around his waist, giggling when you felt his entire body jump up in response to your hug. Only when he realized that the source of the surprise was you, did he relax.

“You scared me,” he pouted when he heard you giggle at him, shoulders slumping before he resumed his activities at the stove. Looking down, you immediately smiled after your eyes assessed the contents of the sizzling pan.

“Fried rice? With the daikon kimchi and the fried eggs?”

“Mmhm.”

“Sunny-side up? With the crispy edges?”

“Yup.”

“Sprinkled with sesame seeds and shredded nori?”

“Of course.”

Thankful, you squeezed him in your arms tighter, burrowing your cheek into his back with a grin spread across your face.

“That’s my favourite,” you muttered, barely audible through the sound of the hood fan running.

“I know,” he responded with an all-knowing smirk before grasping at your wrist with a free hand, bringing it up to his lips. With the softest touch, he pressed his lips against your knuckles lovingly before gingerly nudging you to the side to open a cabinet, grabbing two ceramic bowls from the wooden shelving.

Circling around, you sat on a barstool to observe him as he cooked, heart full and elated.

Kihyun constantly moved around the kitchen, running from the stove to the fridge to grab something; the tube of grated ginger, maybe, before dispensing some in the pan, tossing the rice around once again. Within your line of sight, you looked at the many little bowls arranged around the stove, likely used to hold measured ingredients that he used up. Next, your eyes caught a familiar giant cleaver laid flat on a wooden cutting board; his pride and joy. You remembered the way that his expression lit up when he first purchased it, constantly going around as he gushed and rambled about the marvels of his new knife.

Babe, look! I’ve always wanted one and look at how easy it is to chop stuff, he had said, a smile creeping onto your face as you recollected the memory. He even took a carrot and an onion from the fridge to demonstrate; the sight strangely endearing.

“What are you smiling about?” he questioned in the middle of plating the fried eggs on top of the rice, non-stick pan in one hand with a silicone spatula in the other.

You.

At least, that’s what you wanted to say. What you should’ve said immediately. Something like that would’ve been mushy and nearly cringe-worthy; something Kihyun would’ve categorized as some sappy, lovey-dovey bullshit on any regular day. He pretended to hate it as a self-proclaimed anti-romantic for the longest time but you’ve known, and only you would’ve known, that he secretly loved it. Sometimes, he would reach for your hand in feigned absentmindedness, just to satisfy his craving for skin-on-skin contact; or he would tell you to shift around on the couch to get comfier, all to disguise the fact that he just wanted to cuddle.

You’re so damn lucky. So unbelievably, irrevocably in love with him that it scared you, so much so that it felt as if the feeling bubbled out as an innate need for you to tell him every small thing that came into your mind about him. It wasn’t something that you would’ve been able to put into words, so you just said, “You.”

Kihyun attempted to seem austere at first, trying his best to suppress his response to seem unaffected. However, it proved to be a futile effort once an overwhelming fondness started to bleed through the façade, manifesting in his expression until his face thawed into a shy smile. A smile that was so incredibly him.

“What are you actually thinking about? I’m trying to be serious,” he said with a disbelieving chuckle, prompting you to smile as well.

You ignored him completely, instead choosing to continue with your cheesy compliments, “Head full, only you.”

“Babe-”

“My boyfriend is the fuckin’ best. He’s so handsome. Just look at him, cooking in the kitchen and being hot. I’ve never been more turned on-”

“Shh…” he silenced you with his pointer finger pressed against your lips, right after he placed the food on the table. It became completely silent until a laugh escaped him, prompting you to respond with a giggle.

“Let me boost your already inflated ego, Kih,” you joked, the sentence half-muffled by the presence of his finger against your lips.

Kihyun winced at your jab, pouting in false hurt and dramaticism, “You wound me, but I’ll let it slide since it’s your special day.”

You whined at him, playing along, “You know that I think that your confidence is the sexiest thing about you.”

“I thought that the fact that I plan stuff is the sexiest thing.”

You paused before answering, “That’s also true.”

“Are you sure that it’s your birthday?” he asked teasingly, tugging at your chair to bring himself closer to you, “You’re being especially affectionate to me today.”

His observation made you freeze mid-bite. Pulling away from your spoon, you placed it back into your bowl before continuing with a bashful whisper, “I’m just grateful for you, that’s all.”

Kihyun responded to you with a wordless stare, eyes gradually softening as each second passed. Then, his hand reached out to caress the side of your face, moving upward to comb your hair away from your forehead. The action was simple, yet impossibly tender and romantic, causing your breath to catch in your throat as your heart practically beat out of your chest.

There was a pause; possibly for a single, brief second but Kihyun couldn’t wait any longer. Unable to hold himself back, he closed the distance between you two by giving your temple a delicate, sentimental peck, lips soft against your skin.

“I love you,” he said in a hushed tone, heartbeat stopping as you felt his breath fan against your cheek when he pulled away.

Maybe it was the way that Kihyun’s voice descended into a whisper, but you could easily gather that those words were treated as a beloved secret to him; something sacred, only available for you to hear with such attachment and fondness laced in the phrase. The manner in which he said those words to you seemed to have an undeniable weight to them; a pure sensitivity to them. It was as tenderhearted as you ever would’ve dreamed of, the experience so vulnerable that it felt as if he was truly yielding his heart to you with the greatest degree of raw devotion.

If only you could’ve dragged your boyfriend back into your bedroom and had your way with him, to show him how much you truly and wholeheartedly love him, right then and there.

But unfortunately, your rising hunger for food took precedence.

“I love you, too,” you reciprocated instead, placing a quick, fond kiss on the corner of Kihyun’s mouth.

---

“I’ll take care of you later, I promise.”

That was the last thing that he said to you before leaving for dinner, right after you attempted to derail Kihyun’s plan for your birthday dinner.

He just looked so damn handsome in those black frames (he should’ve known how much you loved it when he wore those), that white button-up and fitted black slacks, thin silver rings decorating his fingers. His hair was styled back and out of his forehead for the first time in a long time, exposing his ears adorned with simple hoops. It was safe to say that the way he looked was incredibly distracting, so much so that you wrapped your arms around his waist and started to kiss at the side of his neck.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he had asked you in the middle of affixing a chain bracelet around his wrist, gaze only landing on you once it fastened with an audible click.

“You look hot,” you confessed shamelessly, eyeing his form in the mirror that stood in front of you two.

The man hasn’t worn fitted pants for the longest, longest time. He would’ve normally never touched that article of clothing with a ten-foot pole, so the fact that he has for this occasion was dangerous and frankly, criminal to you. Asinine. Wholly maddening. How would he have expected you to be able to focus on anything else?

Kihyun chuckled at your admission but managed to catch the way that your eyes started to glaze over, ogling him. While he greatly appreciated the ego boost, he knew that look and what that look intended to start. He has become very familiar with it so he shook his head, disagreeing.

“No, no, no. Absolutely fuckin’ not. Don’t even think about it. I planned this nice dinner a month ago so we,” he chastised, pausing to point his finger between you two to emphasize his point, “As a collective, are going to go to this restaurant, have fun, and eat food.”

You started to sulk, throwing your pride aside to give him the poutiest eyes that you could possibly muster. Just to up the ante, you decided to press your palm over his clothed chest before descending downward, cupping him through the front of his pants while maintaining eye contact. For a brief second, he made you believe that he was going to give in. Kihyun’s gaze became dark, narrow, and concentrated, drooping to stare at your parted lips before running the tip of his tongue against his teeth but…

He grasped at your wrist tightly; almost forceful, before gently nudging you away with a raised eyebrow and a playful threat, “Be good.”

Then, his voice lowered to a whisper, descending into a tone that he’s never used around anyone else but you, “I’ll take care of you later, I promise.”

---

Dinner was really nice. Complete with candles, wine, and fancy plates, you were having an amazing time with him but God, your mind was heavily preoccupied with the way that Kihyun looked.

The second that Kihyun sat down, he did anything and everything that he could to catch your eye; playing with the rings on his fingers to unbuttoning the top two buttons of his dress shirt and rolling the cuffs up his forearms, all under the guise of the room being too warm. His little alterations gave you a glorious peek of his bare chest and his veiny forearms, leading you to believe that he was doing it on purpose. There was absolutely no way that he wasn’t.

Perhaps the thought was naïve. You wanted to believe that the ache would die down after a couple of hours but no, not when he was eyeing you; staring into your soul like he was, filled to the brim with promises unfit for the public. It was as if he was just itching to finally get his hands on you; to take you and show you how much he genuinely appreciates you, right in the middle of a fucking restaurant.

Before long, however, it seemed that your patience was going to pay off. Kihyun just got back from the restroom after finishing the meal, nearly scaring the shit out of you when he snuck up to speak softly into your ear, “I’m going to go pay the bill, and you,” he paused, his hand landing on your shoulder before sliding down to the crease of your elbow, “Are going to pack our things, ok?”

He circled around until he was face to face before placing his hands on the armrests of your chair, waiting for eye contact. Once your eyes stared up at him from your seated position, wide and pretty, you hummed and nodded in compliance. As a response, Kihyun leaned down and lowered his voice to a whisper, so quiet that no one else in the restaurant would’ve been able to catch what he was about to say, “Good girl.”

Your entire body froze at the familiar pet name. It was almost hilarious; how easily Kihyun could get you to essentially eat out of his palm with a couple of words. You mean, who wouldn’t?

He always touted himself for not having a romantic bone in his body, but you strongly disagree. Who would plan all of this for someone’s birthday, without being romantic? You thought that opinion that he had of himself was completely ridiculous. Kihyun’s an attentive person. Chivalrous. Hardworking. Passionate. You wanted to ask yourself; what about those qualities isn’t romantic, to him?

The latter was proven once again when he ushered you into the car with his palm on the base of your spine, just shy of your ass. Even on the ride home, his hand remained on your thigh throughout the drive. The placement of his palm wasn’t particularly scandalous but the pressure of his touch was just as effective in getting you all riled up, thumb circling your skin through your dress.

It was the bare minimum, really, but your thighs still widened subconsciously at his action, as if you were unknowingly inviting him to finally touch you where you needed him the most.

---

You half-expected him to attack you the second that the door to the house closed, but no.

It was deafeningly quiet when you stepped inside the house, the only sound being the clink of the keys as you placed them in a small tray on the credenza. Kihyun locked the door and leaned down to unlace his dress shoes before placing them on the rack neatly, and acted as if nothing was special or different about the evening. Similarly, you kicked your heels off and placed them beside his shoes on the rack in the foyer, sighing out in relief when your feet were freed.

Then, Kihyun suddenly snuck up behind you, again, pressing his warm palm in between your shoulder blades before descending downward with his touch, caressing the curve of your spine. His lips managed to brush the shell of your ear; just barely, right before he breathed into your ear, “Go to the bedroom and wait there. I’ll be there soon.”

You nodded immediately, his command prompting you to part from him for a short moment. Kihyun walked into the kitchen to place the leftovers in the fridge before grabbing a glass of water, but you began your ascent up the stairs, making your way to your shared bedroom. With a click of the handle, you slowly walked inside to sit on the edge of your bed, facing the ajar door.

The longer you waited for him, the antsier you became. Your fingers started to play with the fabric of your dress as the minutes passed; you were beginning to believe that he fell asleep on the couch or something. However, you were just being impatient because the second that doubt began to seep into your mind, Kihyun entered the bedroom with a glass of water in hand.

Your body immediately tensed at his appearance, muscles tightening up in anticipation. He placed the glass on the side table before taking swift strides in your direction, pulling you up to your feet. The force caused you to stumble slightly, but Kihyun’s arm moved to wrap around the small of your waist, resting his hand against the base of your spine to steady your initial wobbliness. A giggle slipped from your lips at your own clumsiness, but the sound stopped when his knuckle met your chin, pushing your gaze toward his.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he smiled at you, his earnest expression and the sweetness of his affectionate tone causing your heart to flutter uncontrollably.

“Thank you,” you responded softly, smiling similarly as he moved to press a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth. He continued with gentle pecks down your neck and across your collarbone, sighing out until he was met with the strap of your dress.

“What do you want me to do?” you asked, trying your best to disguise how breathy you must’ve sounded, right in the middle of his fingers tugging at the back of your dress.

“That’s something I should be asking you,” he answered, right after he managed to find the zipper tab of your dress, “What do you want me to do? It’s your special day, birthday girl.”

Kihyun’s captivating tone made you tremble, your entire body succumbing to the mind-numbing sensation of his tongue laving at your jaw and your neck seductively. It became difficult for you to formulate a response as each second passed, your brain only able to focus on the fact that your core ached for some form of attention. You didn’t care what; his lips, his tongue, his fingers, his cock (God, yes); anything that would have him as close to you as possible. You were so preoccupied with the thought that you barely registered the fact that your dress slipped off of your shoulders, leaving you in your undergarments.

“Anything. I just want you,” you answered earnestly, morphing into a startled gasp when his body crowded against you, pushing you back until you laid flat for him on the bed. Immediately, his lips descended downward for a searing kiss, the sudden intensity urging you to part your thighs as you met him in the middle, lifting your upper body off of the bed. With equal ferocity, you roved your lips against his as his palm coaxed your jaw open, taking the opportunity to swipe his tongue against yours.

Within an instant, your eyelids opened out of surprise, catching the sight of his shoulders scrunched upward, brows furrowed in deep-rooted passion. However, the shock became short-lived because he started to do that thing that he always did with his tongue, successfully goading you to moan wantonly into his mouth.

You continued to return his kisses and touches with the same degree of enthusiasm until he pulled away from your body for a brief moment, leaving you cold. Complaints wanted to leave your lips, but any phrase of disappointment from you halted the second that his fingers fiddled with the buttons on his dress shirt. He only bothered to unfasten a couple of them before he gave up, instead choosing to grab at the hem before tugging the shirt over his head unceremoniously.

Kihyun threw the offending fabric on the ground, presenting you with a view that you could’ve only described as mouthwatering. Positively tempting. Absolutely fucking delicious.

He leaned down, parting your legs with a nudge of his knee before caging you in with his body after removing his dress shirt. The action only served to give you a tantalizing view of his firm chest, toned abdomen, and sinewy, yet muscled arms. You weren’t able to believe the fact that he consistently hid a body like that underneath those baggy t-shirts, oversized sweatshirts, and bulky knitwear. Alternatively, you should’ve been thankful because you wouldn’t have been able to concentrate if he showed it off too often. Perhaps, it was an act of mercy.

Then, Kihyun gave you another kiss; gentler and much less ferocious than before. He pulled away with a caress on your jaw, moving until his grasp landed on your chin. With a delicate tap, he urged you to meet his gaze.

“Since you’re open for anything,” he began, maintaining eye contact as his palm glided to the center of your chest, to your clothed breast, and down to the swell of your right hip. His touch was barely there, its presence short-lived, but it still got you to burn from the inside out, causing your level of impatience to rise steadily. He teased you for the entire day, egging you on with heated glances and fleeting touches; it was only natural that you started to become antsy.

“I’m going to eat you out,” he continued with his voice lowered in volume, head dipping down to grant a warm kiss to your bare shoulder, “Finger you,” he added, tone a little breathier than it was before, littering your body with more kisses as he slid down your body, “Then fuck you. Sound good, birthday girl?” he finished his sentence once he arrived at the space between your legs, removing your underwear and throwing your knees over his shoulders. Then, he pressed a single, burning kiss to your inner thigh, that single action causing your cheeks to warm up.

Your breathing became increasingly laboured as he did that, your entire body eventually shuddering out of anticipation, “Yes. Obviously.”

Kihyun let out a hearty chuckle at your enthusiasm, “Someone’s mouthy today.”

“It’s all your fault for teasing me the entire day,” you argued, barely able to disguise how breathless you already sounded.

He continued to scatter kisses with an occasional playful nip all over the exposed skin of your thighs before answering cheekily, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I did no such thing.”

You nearly scoffed at your boyfriend’s audacity.

“Liar,” you disagreed, pausing when you noticed the way that your voice became much whinier than you intended. So, you took a deep breath and squeezed your eyelids shut, all in an attempt to control yourself, “You knew exactly what you were doing when you decided to wear those glasses.”

Your boyfriend laughed at your little attempt at bantering with him, not even bothering to disagree with your accusation. His breath ended up fanning over your wet core, which only served to cause your level of impatience to increase. You didn’t want to seem too desperate but it was incredibly difficult because Kihyun was such a teasing asshole for the entire day.

Regardless, you threw away your pride by slapping your palms over your eyes with a whine, all in an effort to persuade him to progress a little faster, “It’s just… Oh my God, you’ve been eyeing me the whole day and you’re still not doing anything and I feel like I’m gonna go insane if you don’t- Ah!”

Suddenly, you felt a flat, wet appendage stroke up the entirety of your pussy, finally giving you some semblance of relief after the last couple of long, agonizing hours. You gasped, hands moving from your eyes to the sheets beside you, nails gradually scratching at the fabric when his tongue repeated that action multiple times with the same level of pressure.

Then, he started to increase the speed at which he moved; just barely, before sliding the tip of his tongue to your clit, giving it several mind-numbing flicks. Immediately, your breath hitched and your stomach tensed in response, hands beginning to grip at the sheets with a little more vehemence.

Just out of curiosity, your head drooped downward to steal a glance at the sight between your legs. Upon eye contact with him, his tongue moved to give your clit a single circular swipe of his tongue before wrapping his lips around the swollen nub, sucking gently. The sensation instantly made your thighs shudder, a soft moan slipping from your lips.

You cursed in a hushed whisper, eyelids fluttering as your fingers continued to dig into the sheets, his lips and tongue alternating between any movement that would’ve made you lose your mind.

And you did just that.

While Kihyun’s rhythm was pleasure-inducing (it definitely was, no doubt about it), it was only enough to get you as close as possible, without actually giving you what you wanted for the whole day. Every brush of his lips, every single lick and flick of his tongue was unquestionably calculated, only allowing you to teeter over the edge of ecstasy without actually passing it.

Even as he traced his finger along your slit, gathering the wetness before sliding two fingers inside your eager entrance with his mouth sucking at your clit, it wasn’t enough.

“Please, Kih… More,” you pleaded with him, squirming in the bed as you grabbed at his hair impatiently, ruining the sleek look that it had for dinner. You wanted to push his fingers deeper, to grind the flat of his tongue against your clit to make yourself come but he stopped his motions. Within an instant, the warmth of his mouth was gone, and the movement of his fingers inside you halted as well.

Confused when you felt the slow waves of pleasure ebb away, you blinked rapidly. Kihyun pulled away and you let out a groan of frustration, on the verge of tears.

“No touching,” he warned, his tone urging you to remove your grip from his hair. You abided by his rule for a moment; you always did; but he started to move his mouth over your pussy again, fingers resuming his previous rhythm. Somehow, your hands made their way back into the strands of his hair, which prompted him to remove himself once again.

“What did I say?” he reminded harshly as his fingers dug into your skin, emphasizing his earlier warning.

You answered with a swallow and a bite of your bottom lip after lifting your hands from his hair again, landing on the sheets beside you, “No touching.”

“Again.”

“No touching,” you repeated with a nod, trying your best to keep your voice as strong as possible.

Kihyun raised an eyebrow and smirked in response, “Good girl.”

He’s so fucking hot, you thought as you clenched around his fingers, tempting Kihyun to respond with a cocky, sly smile. He knew how much you loved it when he called you that in bed; it always made you incredibly pliant and needy.

So, he continued to push his fingers inside you, caressing and stroking his tongue over your sensitive nub before he sucked at it once again, hips twitching. Although your fingers were preoccupied with gripping at the fabric of the bedding, you were moving too much for his liking. So, he wrapped an arm around your stomach to keep you still.

When his fingers curled upward and his mouth suckled at your clit with a pressure that was a little harder than before, you felt that you actually might come. You could barely register the fact that you started to beg him; don’t stop, please, right there, moaning uncontrollably into the warm air. But then, he stopped.

Again.

“I hate you,” you seethed, canting your hips up in search of his mouth.

Kihyun lifted himself off from his stomach, leaning over you before wiping your wetness from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, but he had a smug smile painted all over his face as he did so, hair kissing his eyelashes. It hid a small portion of his gaze from you but the sight of him only made you increasingly desperate. He just looked so fucking good with his bulging chest and lean arms caging you in.

He didn’t respond to your irritated comment with words. Rather, his facial expression feigned innocence as he leaned down, reaching behind you to unfasten your undergarment before grazing his lips over your breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth, and sucking at it provokingly.

A heavy exhale ended up leaving your mouth as he did so, translating into a salacious expression. Enticed by it, Kihyun leaned in and gave you another kiss, urging you to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. As his body moved, his hand did as well. You felt the expanse of his palm glide down to touch you between your legs, rubbing steady circles on your most sensitive of spots. It pushed you to grind against his fingers in search of more, so Kihyun sped up. Immediately, you broke the kiss with a harsh tug of his hair, unable to control the strangled cry that forced itself out of your lungs.

“Fuck,” you cursed, mouth falling open when his fingers slid back inside and curled them against your walls deliciously. The pressure was heightened as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, twisting, spreading, and curling the digits so fucking well that you wanted to scream.

You were crying out, digging your nails into his scalp as sheer desperation took over your mind; Kihyun couldn’t help but lean into it. He extended his motions; repeated them over and over and over to keep you on the edge without full relief, relishing in your tormented little whimpers and wanton gaze. These noises kept on leaving your lips, likely out of an attempt to communicate with him. It was as if you couldn’t even say his name properly, words coming out in indiscernible, fumbling sentences. It made him so unbelievably aroused that he began to palm his hardness through his slacks.

Then, finally, you spoke in the weakest, sexiest little whine that made him growl your name, “Fuck me,” you pleaded against his skin, “K- Kih… Kih- Hng…”

You were hopeless. Wholly desperate for him, which only served to satisfy a very carnal, possessive desire of his, tucked away for only you to see and experience. So, Kihyun obeyed your wish by sliding his pants off with any offending fabric as quick as he could; you weren’t the only person that was waiting for that very moment for the entire day. He didn’t even bother to take his glasses off because he knew that you had a thing for them. Anything for the beautiful birthday girl, he thought when he dove in for another kiss; passionate, slow, and deep; as his palm moved to gently caress your breast.

Blindly, you reached out for his cock to help him slide inside you, moaning out when the head slipped into you. With a shaky breath, he moved at a constant speed, gradually thrusting forward until he bottomed out, basking in how warm and wet you felt around him.

“I love you,” you told him, and Kihyun’s face melted into the most endearing smile that you’d ever seen.

“I love you, too,” Kihyun answered in earnest. Compared to you, he uttered those words in a much more reserved fashion but sometimes, you would catch him murmur those words before falling asleep, or whisper them in your ear when you decided to do anything remotely domestic for him; it made your heart swell in your chest every single time.

And tonight, was no exception.

Kihyun moved his lips over yours and then, he rolled his hips slowly.

His movements were controlled; calculated and unhurried as he gazed down at you through those damn glasses with such concentration, such intent, such ardour and pure, unadulterated desire that one thing became apparent; he wanted to savour this for as long as humanly possible.

Even though you’ve been teased and tortured, brought to the edge so many times already with zero relief, you didn’t want it to end either.

Within it all, Kihyun thrust into you, his motions serving to stretch you out with a pleasant burn as he brushed past that sensitive spot, thighs shaking. Then, he maintained that angle and ignored his desire to pound into you, adamant about making it as good for you as possible.

Because of that, he was much gentler than he usually is, normally becoming quite impatient once he got his cock in you. This wasn’t the case this time, though.

Despite the slow pace, you were still absolutely ruined. It seemed only fitting though, considering that he’d been playing with you for what felt like an eternity, taking his time in making you fall apart.

“Kihyun…” you whined as you attempted to rock against him, trying your best to motivate him into moving faster. You were hoping to appeal to his slightly brash nature but instead, he did the complete opposite; the asshole.

It was slow, yes. But regardless of the pace, Kihyun was still fucking into you hard and deep; so deep, that you began to realize what he was aiming for. Suddenly, the recognition hit you. He wasn’t going to speed up. Not at all.

Kihyun wasn’t going to increase his pace in any way because he was going to have you just like that. He was going to take every single liberty to maintain his controlled, languid fucking until you fall apart underneath him with a breathless, uninhibited moan (he was addicted to drawing that sound out of you, but he would never admit it).

You never would’ve guessed how he managed to preserve such discipline because he usually became just as greedy, impatient, and eager when you top. He wouldn’t necessarily beg or whine, but he would dig his nails into your ass or your thighs and you would understand, all without uttering a single word. Yet, there he was, holding back his own needs to give you pleasure.

Just to make matters even more infuriating, Kihyun’s movements seemed to get slower as your impatience and desperation increased. Just because you’ve known him for what felt like forever, he would never be able to let you live that down. Surely, he would tease you after for how needy you were, pleading with him to go faster, to go harder, between little cries of please Kihyun, now-

It was almost embarrassing, how loud you became, even if he was going as slow as he was. You were openly moaning into the warm air, breath fanning his face to the point where his glasses became a little fogged up. The whole experience was absolutely maddening because you were so, so close, nearly there, but he was guarding it from you like the secret devious boyfriend that he was. He was taunting you, goading you on with short little bursts of toe-curling pleasure with every precise drive into that spot that rested deep inside your cunt. Then, he followed with a frustratingly slow grind.

Although at the very least, Kihyun looked just as wrecked as you were, his artfully styled hair from before successfully mussed with your grabby hands, strands stuck to his forehead and temples, ends fanned over his eyes messily. Behind those glasses were eyes filled with desire and intensity, his breathing equally as heavy as yours, biting back groans of pleasure every single time that he bottomed out.

Just the sight of him only made you needier.

Unable to help yourself, the hand that rested on the sheets moved to the space between your legs. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, but Kihyun thought otherwise. He grabbed at your wrist and swiftly pinned it beside your head, staring into your eyes to wordlessly say no. It made you thrash underneath him, your hips arching and rocking against him in an attempt to gain just a little more stimulation but no, Kihyun denied you that as well. You even tried to dig your heels against the base of his back to force him to fuck you harder, but nothing came of it.

Even as you appealed to him, begged him wantonly, “Babe, please… I just- I need-”

“Shh…” Kihyun silenced, changing nothing about his pace. Instead, he used his free arm to lift your leg from his waist to his shoulder, following up with a tender, careful kiss on your calf before he continued with the agonizing speed of his thrusts.

Ugh. As frustrating as he was being, you still loved him so much that it hurt.

He remained stubborn and persistent as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, spreading you open with his hands as he nearly bent you in half. Then, he loosened his hold on your wrist. For a brief second, you became confused by the change but he moved, resting his palm on the base of your throat. Instantly, you understood. He waited for your verbal permission, staring into your eyes and your soul with such fervour that you became choked up in the flurry of passion.

Immediately, you nodded and scrambled for his wrist before pulling it up, wrapping his fingers around your throat with a bite of your bottom lip. Through hazy eyes, you pleaded with him, whispering a meek choke me before he pressed his palm against your airway and squeezed with a practiced, familiar pressure, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head. The action made your heart flutter uncontrollably; made your stomach clench in knots until you practically hung there in suspension, the thread being pulled so tight that eventually, you broke, fracturing in front of his eyes.

Kihyun snapped his hips, fucked into you hard with two strokes, and that was enough. He released his grip on your throat and you let out a shaky gasp, mouth opening in a silent scream as an orgasm overwhelmed your mind and your body. You shook underneath him, trembling terribly as you came harder than ever before, sobbing out phrases of Kih… Oh, fuck- Oh, God- as you clenched around him and clawed at his wrist.

Just when you felt like you weren’t able to fall for him even more than you already had, he maintained constant, burning eye contact when you came around him, gazing down at you with such reverence and love that you ached with emotion.

And fuck, you’ve never been more in love with him.

Even as your orgasm waned into oversensitivity, you ignored the sensation in favour of pleasing him. You peeled his hand from your neck and guided it to the sheets beside your head, twisting your wrist around to intertwine your fingers with his. Next, you brought his face down towards your own by grasping at the back of his neck, nuzzling your nose against his and squeezing his hand before you whispered against his lips with a moan, “Come for me.”

“Oh, fuck…” he growled hotly, effectively losing his previous composure to satisfy himself. You were just clamping around him so tight; so fucking well, and you just looked so pretty underneath him, so fucked out and utterly in love with him. So, he gave up control and started to pound into you, hard and fast, holding your thigh and your hand in a death grip until he finally came with a half-shout.

His face contorted into an expression of absolute bliss as his hips twitched wildly, pulsing inside your oversensitive cunt as you swallowed all of his moans with your kisses. You continued to roam your lips over his, slipping your tongue inside as his thrusts eventually became shallow. Pulling away, he flashed you the sleepiest, half-lidded grin amidst his pants for oxygen, clearly unapologetic for his torturous, teasing actions that night.

“You are… That was-” you started with disbelief, pausing with a swallow as you gasped for breath.

“Amazing? Mind-blowing? Fantastic?” Kihyun interrupted your train of thought before carefully pulling out, leaving you empty. He was infuriatingly smug, even though he essentially collapsed on top of you gracelessly, not even able to muster a fraction of finesse nor dexterity to roll off of your body. The audacity of the man astounded you; he was just as exhausted, spent, and most importantly, satisfied as you were.

“That was Torture. Fucking criminal.”

“You liked it.”

“You were such an asshole.”

“You liked it.”

“You were so mean.”

“You. Liked. It.”

Kihyun was insistent, lifting his upper body with his forearm before tracing your hairline with his finger. You smiled as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “I loved it.”

Similarly, he grinned back at you before pressing a kiss against your mouth and turning your body around. It made you yelp against his mouth when your body plopped on top of his unceremoniously.

“Happy birthday,” he uttered mid-kiss, eyes softening when he saw you flash him the brightest, most stunningly beautiful smile. Your bodies were sweaty and sticky, thighs stained with come; it should’ve felt pretty gross (and it kind of was), but you didn’t want to leave him yet. So, you propped up on his chest with your forearms and tilted your head to the side, simply basking in the warmth of his body against yours.

You felt one hand reach up to play with your hair as the other roamed over your spine and your hip absentmindedly; it made you feel especially lucky; especially thankful for him. But then again, because it was Kihyun, a little devious thought rose in your mind.

“I hope that you know that I’ll be having my revenge on you. I don’t know when, but it’s going to happen. You better watch out,” you warned, KIhyun responding with a chuckle. You expected him to give you another sassy retort but instead, he lifted his head and gave your temple a tender kiss.

Surprised, your breath hitched and your eyes widened.

“I love you,” he said simply. The words were spoken for what felt like the millionth time that day but it was special for you, every single time.

“Love you, too,” you responded before laying down, resting your cheek against his chest.

Then, no other words were said. It was just you two, basking in the sound of your shared, echoing heartbeats.

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