#lowkey i just heard my closet door move

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THIEF (m.) | zuko

↬ word count: 8k

↬ fem!reader, enemies to lovers except zuko is insanely attracted to reader (so lowkey its not enemies to lovers lol) from the start and makes it really fucking obvious, zuko writes reader letters, some parts are from zuko’s pov

↬ summary: born into poverty with practically nothing, you managed to get through most of your life as a petty thief. turns out, you were pretty good at stealing and getting away with it. one night, you decide to target the great fire lord zuko of the fire nation. and it turns out, he’s kind of into it, and kind of into you.

↬ genre: fluff / smut

↬ warnings: slight knife play (is that a thing???), violence, blood, zuko attempting to stab you, zuko actually has rizz (unfortunately no canon awk zuko here 😓 but my fic DESTINY has that), pussy eating, hair pulling, swearing probably, typos

↬ a/n: when he threatens you with a knife in order to get you to kiss him and throws you in jail then burns your house down 😍

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•••

“It’s you again,” he began, his hands at his side as if there wasn’t a whole ass dagger against his throat. “I was beginning to wonder where you had been. I missed you breaking into my room.”

“You look like you enjoy being threatened with a knife.” you spat out with a sly smirk.

“I wouldn’t say I hate it.” he teases, making no effort to resist you.

•••

There was a thief. A thief who could only be described as some low-life peasant that was terrorizing the kitchens in the middle of the night, never to be seen. But of course, the palace staff were always exaggerating the smallest things. As far as Zuko knew, it was only food that the thief ever stole. He didn’t mind much, after all, he used to do the same. However, clearly the thief thought they could do more than just steal kitchen scraps because that’s exactly what started happening. 

First, it was food scraps. Leftover lunch Zuko would throw away. 

Then it was the fruits and bread laying out on the counters in the kitchen.

The thief felt a little bold, so they began stealing trinkets here and there in the palace, some worth merely a meal, others worth the monthly salaries of the palace staff. 

Finally, the thief had found Zuko’s room.

Zuko was fed up. First, it was his food, but now it was his personal items? The newly crowned Fire Lord was sitting in his closet, golden eyes peeking through the cracks of the closet door. He was waiting—he had been for the past two hours—for the thief to enter his room. Perhaps there was a better way to catch the thug, but Zuko wanted to see them for himself, and capture the criminal with his own hands. He had been waiting and watching and he was growing more exhausted as it was later in the night, when he saw you.

Covered in head to toe black, he watched you silently climb to pick the lock on his window, and enter. Your face was covered in black, too, and all he could make out was the stunning gaze from your eyes. He watches you silently roam around his bedroom familiarly. You had clearly been here before. It was as if you were looking for something specific. Maybe something you had your eye on already. Zuko watched your figure search the room, and it was dead silent in the room except for the sound of his heartbeat. He watched—no, observed your movements. You had moved around stealthily and expertly; you were experienced. You knew what you were doing.

•••

You noticed the Fire Lord the moment you stepped into his room. How could you not? He wasn’t in his bed when you entered and judging by the way it was still made, you knew he had probably been planning something. You didn’t even try to make an effort to hide your presence; you knew there weren’t going to be consequences. For months you had been overhearing Zuko brush off the palace staff when they brought their complaints about you to him, so of course he wasn’t going to do anything. 

Tonight, you were going to look for some sort of jewelry his mother owned. When spying on the servants, you heard he kept her most precious necklace somewhere in his room. It was made of some rare stone that was only found on the palace grounds and nowhere else. Luckily for you, you were a good thief and just so happened to be short on money. That necklace was going to be yours, and all you had to do was figure out where it was. 

When you’re searching through his nightstand, you hear an inhale. It wasn’t yours. Your eyes dart to the closet where you heard it, and that’s when you see a pair of amber eyes staring back at you through the cracks of the closet door. His gaze stays on your figure, watching your every movement while he tries to decide what to do in that half-second you make eye contact.

But you’re faster.

You’ve already sprinted to the closet door, practically ripping it off its hinges. You fist up the robe he’s wearing, dragging him out in a single and swift movement. One hand automatically covers his mouth to suppress any noise, while you tackle him to the ground. You pull out a small dagger from beneath your clothes, quickly pressing the sharp blade to his throat. You stare at him from up above his body as you trap him between you, your legs and weight holding him down.

•••

Zuko hadn't had a woman on top of him in God knows how long.

Your hand was forcefully pressing down on his face so hard he could barely make a sound. You were sitting on top of him, a small knife pressed against his throat with harmful intent. Your breathing was steady and controlled, all while he was practically panting from the panic–no, the excitement. Nothing about this situation was sexy, so why was a part of him excited that the mysterious thief was sitting on him threatening him with a knife?

It’s you, he tried to mumble against your hand, but you only pressed the blade into him more forcefully. He held his hands up to make peace; he wasn’t trying to die. Not now, not after he had just discovered that your piercing gaze had him giggling on the inside. 

“Not gonna put up a fight?” you sounded like an angel from heaven. He makes an X with his arms, and you remove the knife from his throat. “I only want one thing, Prince Zuko.”

I’m the Fire Lord, was what he tried to mumble against your gloved hand. He wondered if it was soft and nice to hold. 

“You scream, and I’ll kill you. Got it?” you promised.

He was still focused on your hand. It was smaller than his; it would for sure be lovely to hold. 

But he nodded, and in return, you hesitantly lifted your hand from his mouth. 

“GUARDS—”

You had already knocked him out with the opposite end of your dagger. 

“What a fucking turd,” you mumbled to yourself as you dragged the royal piece of shit back into the closet. You had gagged and tied up Zuko after knocking him out, and now that would let you carry out your mission in peace. Luckily the guards outside his chambers either didn’t hear him, or he wasn’t loud enough, because they didn’t make a move to enter or check up on him. You were going to find that necklace and sell it off the market, and probably do the same thing a couple of months from now when you run out of money again. Only with a different piece of jewelry. 

After searching the room, practically ransacking the entire thing, you were still unable to find it. Every drawer, every surface, every nook and cranny of his stupidly large room was uselessly empty. Although you had stumbled upon other pieces of jewelry, they weren’t nearly as much as his mother’s necklace. Settling with that, you left Zuko in the closet and took off.

The next time Zuko awakened he was parched and tied up. After struggling to escape the tied rope around his wrists, he searched his room for you. Most of the jewelry he had owned was gone, except for his mother’s necklace. Something precious and rare like that had to be hidden. If hidden counts as Zuko just wearing the necklace himself and hiding it under his clothes, then it was hidden. 

•••

Zuko hates that you haven’t shown up in weeks.

He also hates that he has noticed your absent presence. 

He knows he should be happy about not seeing you. After all, you are a thief and all you were doing was stealing precious valuables from him and the palace. Yet somehow he was beginning to find himself watching his windows at night, and at some point, he had become desperate enough to leave them unlocked throughout the night in hopes you’d visit.

You still didn’t. 

Although he hadn’t known you that long or that well, he had understood why you were doing what you were doing. After having to be on his own for a bit in his teenage years, he was able to realize the reality of what you were doing. He had assumed you felt the same way as him in his youth: lost and angry and desperate. Perhaps you had a family to feed. Perhaps it was just you. Perhaps you were just trying to survive, and this was the only way you knew how to do it.

Fortunately for him, his questionable rising feelings for you were ripped from his heart when he heard the news of why you had been gone for so long.

“She was seen harassing some girls by the river.” he had been told.

“She was jailed for a couple of nights for assaulting a group of men in a bar.”

“Not only was she stealing from you, but she has begun stealing from our citizens.”

“The people are scared, Zuko. She is a terror to our towns.”

Zuko knew you weren’t the greatest person to ever exist, but he didn’t expect you to go around assaulting people.

Harassing a group of girls? Stealing from innocent citizens? You were far from kind, and now that it was affecting people besides himself, he knew he had to do something. His people were in danger, and he wasn’t going to let some petty thief get away with assault and battery. He had to do something. His hand automatically came up to touch his mother’s necklace around his neck, knowing the fastest way to get you to come back would be to use that necklace. To sacrifice it.

•••

Sitting quietly on a tree branch as you munch on stolen bread, your gaze follows Zuko, who is pacing back and forth in his room. You knew you hadn’t been on your best game lately. More people were seeing you and there were growing numbers of your wanted posters each day. But you were growing desperate for money. You were aware that Zuko knew; how could he not? But he wouldn’t understand why you were doing all of this. While you’re busy watching his moves, you notice a shiny glint of a certain stone sitting on his chest. 

His mother’s necklace. 

Of course! You couldn’t find it anywhere in his room because he had been wearing it this entire time. You quickly decide tonight would be the night you’d sneak in to steal his necklace. But how? If he was wearing it the entire time, he would for sure wake up in the midst of you removing it from his body. You could probably knock him out first. Given that he was easy to knock out the first time, the second time shouldn’t be too hard. You bested him before; you could do it again.

After dropping down from the trees, climbing some bushes, and making your way up through walls and vines, you had managed to get to his window. 

It was unlocked.

Odd, since it was usually shut tight and locked. But it was unlocked and open and so easy to climb through. Zuko looks asleep, but he could be pretending to be. Was he trying to bait you? Get you to come in because guards were hiding and ready to ambush you? You hadn’t heard or seen anything, and since you had been watching him for a couple of hours, you hadn’t noticed anything. Shrugging, you decide to climb through anyway. You’d be able to fight back. Probably.

You silently land on his rug, walking over to him and standing over his body. His mother’s necklace sat around his neck, the moonlight shining on the precious stone and highlighting it in a beautiful glint. You watch him for a second, and this is the first time you get to look at him up close. 

His skin is practically flawless—perfect, even. The soft locks so perfectly frame his face shape and his jawline is so chiseled it could probably cut through ice and—

“Admiring my beauty?” his eyes slightly open, staring up at you.

You panic, rushing to grab your dagger from your side and practically climbing on top of him on his bed. In a split second he’s beneath you, your dagger to his throat once again.

“It’s you again,” he began, his hands at his side as if there wasn’t a whole ass dagger against his throat. “I was beginning to wonder where you had been. I missed you breaking into my room.”

“You look like you enjoy being threatened with a knife.” you spat out with a sly smirk.

“I wouldn’t say I hate it.” he teases, making no effort to resist you.

You press the blade to his throat once more, this time with much more force, and you hear his breath hitch. You weren’t actually planning on killing him; the cleanup would be far too messy. You just wanted to scare him, but he was looking more turned on than he was afraid.

“Do it again,” he tells you. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

“Making jokes when you’re the one in danger? That’s not very smart of you.” 

“I’m in danger? Oh, please. Don’t be ridiculous.” he grabs your leg from under, quickly turning the tables as he forces your body to his bed. You find yourself in his position, looking at him. He watches you from above, his long hair barely covering his face. His hands effortlessly pin yours above your head as you struggle against him. He’s pushed aside your legs so he’s fit snug between you and you can’t help but look down. God, what would the guards think if they walked in right now? You toss and turn against his silk sheets as he continues to stare you down, his gaze arrogant and inviting. Stealing your dagger, he tips your chin upwards with the end of it. He leans in closer, his body heat radiating off of him and his chest is practically pressed up against yours.

“So you could overpower me this whole time and only choose to do it now?” you question him. What the fuck was wrong with this guy?

“It joys me to be looking at you on top of me. But the view of you beneath me isn’t too bad either.” his voice is dangerously sweet and if you weren’t trying to steal from him you’d probably try to fuck him instead. With his body on top of yours and with his hips pressed against your own, your mind was beginning to cloud with the thought of taking his pants off instead of that dumb necklace.

“Is that so?” you ask him, raising an eyebrow.

“Turns me on.” he still has your knife on your chin.

“I figured you’d be a freak. Makes me wonder what other weird shit you’re into.”

“You could come and find out.”

“For a price I could.”

“I thought you were a thief; not a prostitute.”

“And I thought you were supposed to be good at fighting. Why have I bested you?”

“That’s simply because I let you.” 

You scoff. What the hell was up with this guy? “I bet you don’t even know how to use that. Put it down before you cut my precious face.”

“Oh, I would never do anything to hurt your beautiful face.” he lightly drags the knife against your skin, slowly and teasingly. 

“Having fun?” you tease, but you feel yourself swallow anxiously.

“Very much so. I know what you’re here for.” you watch Zuko as he continues to trace your skin with your own dagger. His eyes aren’t looking into yours, but are taking in your body.

“Alright, let’s make this easy then. Give me your necklace and I’ll leave,” you tell him. You were starting to grow more nervous the more he traced your skin with your dagger. Strangely though, you almost liked it. The sensation of the cold sharp metal against your skin was sending shivers of excitement down your spine.

“Have you seen your wanted posters? They’re all over the place.” he ignores your demand with a question.

“They could have drawn me better, but they’ll do.”

“It would appear no piece of art could capture your beauty so well. Looking at you up close and personal, those posters don’t do you any justice.” Zuko leans down, his mouth almost against yours, eyes droopy as he stares at your lips. 

You swallow nervously. Being trapped beneath him had you feeling anxious, but somewhere deep down excited. The way he was looking at you right now was definitely not the way you’d be looking at some criminal. He was staring at you like he was about to kiss you. 

You shakily exhale against his cheek, and he laughs lightly. Did you have asthma or something? Why were you breathing so heavily? You dare to look into his eyes, and it looks like a fire has been ignited in them. He moves his head so that his mouth is practically on your neck. You tense and shudder at the feeling of his hot breath against your bare skin.

“Is this what you want?” he whispers and his other hand moves to dangle his necklace in front of your face.

“Isn’t that what I just asked for?” you answer sarcastically. Being in close proximity to him was messing with your mind and body.

His robe is lazily draped around his body and his necklace dangles teasingly from his neck. Looking further down his body, you watch his broad chest heave as he teases you.

“It’s going to cost you.”

“You know I don’t have money.”

“It’s not money that I want.”

“What is it, then?”

Zuko smirks, and watching him has you feeling suspicious. Where was he going with this? Shouldn’t he be calling his guards in? You were wanted, and here he was sitting on top of you teasing you with your own knife? 

“Kiss me.” he finally tells you. His voice contrasts his expression; he speaks softly, gently.

“Are you fucking crazy? No.”

“I’m the one with the knife.”

“That all you got? Use it then.” you scoff.

Zuko hesitates, considering your statement. “Wouldn’t it be so sad to get stabbed with your own knife?” he smiles sadistically, and before you know it, he’s no longer on top of you. Your eyes widen in surprise as he grabs your hand and pins it to the wall above his bed, your dagger coming down about to stab your hand to the wall. 

You react quickly, dodging the stab and tackling him to the bed. Knocking the weapon from his hands, it falls to the floor louder than you thought it would. The heavy metal is obnoxiously loud in the silence of his room, and you both pause when you hear a guard from outside his room. 

“Are you alright, your majesty?” it’s one of the guards.

You panic once again, leaning down and pressing your lips against his to shut him up. If Zuko yelled that you were in here, you’d be thrown in jail again. You could handle fighting Zuko, but you probably couldn’t handle it if all his guards came in to fight you. 

He stills for a second against your lips, surprised you’re kissing him when just a few seconds ago he was aiming to stab your hand and pin it to the wall like a poster. But he knows you’re just doing it to shut him up, so he pulls away. Or at least, he tries to. But you’re pinning his hands above his head and holding his legs down with yours. 

Zuko struggles against your lips, trying to ignore the fact that you’re a good kisser and it’s distracting him from trying to get away from you. He should be pulling away from you; not pushing into you. When he comes to his senses, he manages to break free and scream.

“She’s here! The thief is here!”

•••

When you awaken, you see that you’ve been placed in a dark and dirty wet jail cell. You look up to see Zuko, standing on the other side of the bars, his hands holding on to the cell door as he stares down at you. You notice a glint of metal peaking out from the pocket of his pants. The keys.

“You’re a good kisser, I’ll give you that.” 

You ignore him. “What am I doing here?” Looking up at him makes you feel inferior, so you stand up, walking to where he is on the other side.

“Did you forget you’re a criminal? You’ve harassed two young girls by the river, assaulted four men at a bar, and stole from six houses in the area.” he lectures you. “You’re a menace to the town and you’re frightening my people. At first, I didn’t mind you stealing from me, but you’re going after innocent people now, and I will not stand by and let that happen,” he tells you, his voice high and authoritative. 

You scoff, did this guy even bother to investigate? “I was telling those girls by the river to fuck off or jump in because they were bullying a girl their age earlier in an alleyway and I saw. I beat the shit out of those men at the bar because they were trying to drug someone’s drink and nobody saw but me. Those six houses I stole from were just their homes. I may be a thief, but I’m not some crazy criminal that goes after innocent people.”

He looks taken aback, his knuckles turning white from gripping the cell bars too tightly. He stares at you, dumbfounded. 

“Even so,” he starts. “You can’t take matters into your own hands. We have law enforcement for that. You should’ve reported it. Why did you get involved?”

“Your police officers are trash. That shit show of a place is my home neighborhood, and your uptight officers don’t want to bother policing around because it’s poor. No one else is going to do something, so I did.” you tell him. Not that Zuko needed to know much about your shitty and poor upbringing. He wouldn’t understand anyways; he grew up in a fucking palace. 

“I’m working on that.”

“Not fast enough, clearly. If you’re not going to fix the problem of crime, then I will.”

“You can’t fight fire with fire.”

“Well I did and it worked. You wouldn’t know; you’re just a spoiled prince born into the royal family. You don’t know shit about struggle.”

It was like a slap to his face. “You don’t know me,” he snaps, his jaw tightening.

Looks like you've hit a nerve. If Zuko wasn’t pissed earlier, he was definitely pissed off now. You couldn’t understand him at all. First, he stares at you like he wants to fuck you, then he tries to drive a dagger through your hand, then he’s complimenting the way you kiss him, and now he’s looking at you like he’s going to keep you locked up forever. 

This man was attracted to you. 

And he had no idea how to deal with it.

A smile dances on your lips, feeling cocky and confident you’ve figured him out. He wants you, but he hates you. He hates what you’ve done, but he can’t help but be attracted to you. 

“You want me,” you begin, your hand forcefully grabbing the collar of his shirt. You eye his chest; his mother’s necklace is gone. “And you hate it.” you figured maybe you could use the fact that he wanted you to get out of jail. Maybe, just maybe, if you seduced him successfully, he’ll let you go. It was either that or violence.

“What the hell are you doing?” he rasps. His eyes search for yours in the dark in a panic. He is unsure of what to do, unsure of how to react, unsure of what to say. “Why the hell would I want you? You’re a criminal,” he says in disgust. “A thief,” he continues. 

“I just told you why I did those things. Can’t you let it go just this once?” you peer up at him, tilting your chin towards him. Your lips hover over his, and if it weren’t for the stupid metal bars between the two of you, you’d have hugged him. You hoped your shit way of seducing him was working at least a little.

Zuko’s eyes draw together in irritation. He was struggling to breathe, the close proximity throwing him off. It was dark, moody, and he could barely make out your face but even so, he was unable to tear his gaze from yours. He wasn’t sure if you were actually feeling him, and his gut told him you were just some filthy liar, but he couldn’t help but begin to feel bad for you. After hearing your explanation for your questionable actions, he was starting to feel that maybe you weren’t just some menacing thief the town made you out to be.

He ignores your question. “You can’t take my necklace this way,” he tells you, wondering if you were pulling this close to try and snatch it from his neck.

“I noticed you’re not wearing it,” you reply, wondering what more you might need to do to get him to slightly lean into you a bit more. “Please, Zuko.” you plead. “I have a younger brother to feed.” a total fucking lie.

His face leans closer to yours between the bars, and when you see in his eyes he’s let his guard down, you make your move. The keys are in one of your hands and the other punches him straight in his face, knocking him down. His body unconsciously slides down the bars as you quickly move to unlock the jail cell door. When you step out, your eye catches the shimmering glint of a stone on the ground. His mother’s necklace had fallen out of his other pocket.

“Fucking idiot.”

•••

She’s a filthy liar.

She’s a filthy liar.

She’s a filthy liar.

Zuko told himself that over and over like it was some sort of mantra. He thought that if he said it enough times, he’d eventually believe it. He had been absolutely humiliated by you. He was in utter shock that he let you seduce him, feel guilty for jailing you, feel bad for your supposed horrible life, and knock him out to escape jail. 

While he had to begrudgingly admit that you outsmarted him, at least he got you to stop your crimes. It was almost as if you didn’t exist at all. You had disappeared from the Fire Nation completely, nowhere to be seen in nearby towns or cities. When he sent out a search party, they had come back to him with news of your where your home was. 

“Burn it down,” he had told his men. “Burn it all down. That’ll get her to come out and give me my necklace back.”

“Are you sure? What about the people?” they were unsure.

“Stage it as an accident. And make sure there is nobody nearby. She took the most valuable thing from me, so I will simply do the same.” he could have totally gone after your brother, but he wasn’t a murderer.

God, Zuko was such a genius for that! You would for sure come marching back into his chambers demanding answers if he showed you that he meant business. And maybe you’d threaten him with a knife again.

God, Zuko was such an idiot for that.

He wondered if you were causing chaos in other places, but if you were, he would have been informed of it. He was unsure how you were living your life until he went back to his chambers that night.

Now that you had stolen his mother’s necklace, Zuko guessed you probably broke it up to sell it in pieces and were probably living quietly off of that money. But if that were true, then it was only a matter of time before you ran out of the money and were going to strike again. He debated if he wanted to send out a search party of his own to capture you, but he didn’t want his citizens to fear you again.

Instead, he merely sent out a search party to figure out your location. You were currently residing with a couple of farmers in the countryside, living quietly as you worked for them in the fields. He thought it was odd that you were working; after all, his mother’s necklace was worth thousands, so you could definitely live off of that for a while. It had only been half a year since he’s last seen you, so realistically maybe you did run out of money. 

He wanted to know what you did with his mother’s necklace. Where you sold it, who you sold it to, and when. That was one of the few items he had left of his mother, so he had held onto it like a child holding onto their favorite stuffed toy. And you had ripped it out of his hands like an angry parent. Zuko wanted to keep the whole situation under wraps, so instead of visiting you in person, he figured he’d do it some other way.

•••

“Lin, you have a letter.” one of the farmers handed you an envelope. You had taken a job under a fake name for some random people in the countryside after stealing Zuko’s necklace and running away. After coming back to your house burned down, you had no other choice but to leave. Sitting on some hay bales in the sheds, you tear open the envelope.

I want my mother’s necklace back. Send back with messenger.

Zuko

You scoff. Was Zuko that much of a coward he couldn’t show up in person and demand things with his own voice? He really had to send a whole letter and waste paper? When you didn’t respond, another letter came two weeks later.

I know you didn’t sell it. If you did, you wouldn’t be working for these farmers.

Zuko

and I know you don’t have a younger brother.

So Zuko was watching you, or at least he was having someone do the watching for him. But he was right about you not selling his mother’s necklace. You had stolen it in hopes of making some money off it by selling it on the black market, but after inspecting it further you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. 

It was something small and insignificant, but you could tell it meant everything to him. There was an engraving on the back of the stone, possibly hand carved by his mother. For My Zuko. You didn’t know much about the royal family, but you did know Zuko very much cared for her. Inspecting the necklace in detail reminded you of your own mother who had disappeared when you were younger. You hadn’t seen her since she disappeared without a trace, as Zuko’s mother did. Although she had left you, prior to that she was loving and caring and did her best to raise you as a single mother. 

You hated how his mother’s necklace made you think of your own. It opened a floodgate of emotions you didn’t have time to deal with. As weak as it made you, you didn’t have the heart to sell it. If anything, you were just going to give it back and move on with your life. But when Zuko sent word asking for it back, you knew what would happen if you did.

You’d give him back the necklace and in return, ask to be pardoned for your crimes. He’d probably oblige, and that would be the end of it. You would go back to being a petty thief and he would go back to ruling the Fire Nation. And the two of you would never interact again.

Something about the thought of Zuko no longer chasing after you had you hesitating to give the necklace back. Something about Zuko not being completely afraid of you had you hesitating. Something about Zuko being more intrigued than terrified of you had you hesitating. 

You hated it. You hated how he tugged at your heart strings and had you stopping in your tracks and thinking of ways to get him to keep reaching out to you. To keep chasing you. 

When you replied to his first two letters with silence, he sent another one a week later.

I apologize for the inconvenience I might have caused you by burning down your house. I didn’t realize that shed made of rotten wood was actually a home to you. Please accept the gold coins included to get you by.

Zuko

Shed? That shed?! Zuko was the one who burned your home down when you thought there was some sort of accident? If Zuko was trying to piss you off, it was working. Your blood was boiling and you felt your rage rising in your blood and all you wanted to do in the moment was hunt him down and punch him square in the nose for doing that to you. Although it wasn’t much, it gave you shelter and kept you dry and warm. You were grateful for it; besides, some people had it worse.

You continued to stay on the farm under a fake name, trying to get by as you planned your next move (you did not have another move) when you received another letter.

The gold coins were for you, not my messenger. Feel free to use them. There is no catch, in case that is what you are thinking. And you do not owe me anything in return except my mother’s necklace. 

Zuko

“Got a lover?” the farmer asked as he watched you read the letter.

“No,” the word escaped your mouth too quickly than it should have.

“Friend?”

“Not really.”

“Family member?”

“Nope.”

“Then?”

You paused. You weren’t sure what Zuko was. A lover? Not quite. Besides being on top of him an odd number of times in a short period of time and kissing him, the two of you weren’t in love. Enemies? You did knock him out and he tried to stab a hole through your hand and he did threaten you with a knife and throw you in jail and burn down your house, but—

“Ah, I see it’s complicated,” he told you, his eyes on yours.

Over a couple of weeks, you began to receive more letters from Zuko. Each one grew more desperate than the previous.

It gets quiet here around the palace now that you are gone. It is far too peaceful and I am beginning to crave the chaos you previously brought to my life. I wouldn’t mind if you reintroduced that chaos again.

Forget the necklace for now. Write me back.

Zuko

•••

In case you did not receive my previous letter, I am writing a new one. Your wanted posters have been taken down from the city, and like I told you, they do not do you justice. Perhaps a visit from you and we can redo the posters. Not to hang up again, but only so that I do not begin to think you are a horrendous hag as they make you out to be. You are completely the opposite.

Zuko

•••

I apologize if my previous letter offended you. I do not have a way with words. I only meant to compliment your beauty. Unfortunately, I am unable to describe it with words, so I apologize for not being a poet. The only thing I can think of is how you make me feel when you are trying to kill me with that dagger of yours. My heart stops and my gaze can only follow your actions. It is dangerous. You are dangerous. But I like it. And I miss it.

Zuko

•••

I do not know how many letters I have sent you. Normally I write them during the day because writing them at night makes me feel unnecessary emotions related to my longing for you. Please respond to at least one. I am getting desperate. So desperate I woke up in the middle of the night to write this one. The moonlight is shining through the window as I write this, and the only thing I can think of is how the moonlight highlights your beauty and how your sharp gaze pierces through my soul every time I gaze into the warm universe that is your eyes.

Please forget about the necklace entirely. I do not need its return. I only need yours.

Zuko

•••

Zuko is a light sleeper. Any sort of noise, whether it is a footstep or a gust of wind, he can and will wake up. It’s a footstep. His eyes twitch open in annoyance. Why are they opening his window? He had specifically told the servants to stay out of his chambers when he goes to bed, so why are they opening his windows? It’s far too cold and he didn’t need any fresh air–

There are no servants.

Zuko’s body jerks to life, abruptly sitting up and rubbing his eyes to clear his vision. Across from his bed is his window being forced open, a loud gust of wind interrupting him. There is a figure at the window, barely crawling in. Struggling to make it through the entrance, he watches the practically lifeless body stumble through onto his floor before he steps out of bed in a panic.

It’s you.

You’re hunched over on the floor, hand gripping your stomach as blood seeps through your fingers.

“What–” he barely has time to talk as he’s rushing over to you, lifting you into his arms effortlessly as he brings you over to his bed and lies you down. Hurriedly, he shrugs off his robe and presses it down over your stomach. He’s shirtless now, basically naked, but that doesn’t matter. But he did see you look him up and down. “What are you doing here?” he presses down on your wound to apply pressure.

“I–I didn’t know where else to go.” you managed to let out through clenched teeth.

“Who did this to you?” Zuko demanded, his tone of voice high and authoritative. 

“I’m fucking bleeding out and you’re asking me that?”

“Put pressure on this. I’ll call my doctor–stay here.”

After rushing out of his personal chambers to wake his doctor up in the middle of the night, he waited outside as they worked on you. It was a fresh stab wound. It wasn’t too deep and didn’t hit any vital organs, but you’d still be in pain when you woke up.

When you wake up, you instantly feel the pain from your stab wound. Your hand automatically moves to your stomach only to feel you’ve been wrapped up in bandages. Blinking, you sit up. A fire is going across the room, it is warm and cozy as opposed to the other nights you’ve spent in here. The other times you’ve been here have been cold and empty, but now it is the opposite. 

“Tea?” Zuko suddenly speaks up from the other side of the room. He crosses the floor and hands you a mug. “It’s jasmine.”

Taking a sip, you feel the hot liquid soothe your dry throat. “It’s nice to wake up in a bed rather than a wet jail cell.”

“You wouldn’t have been in that jail cell had you not assaulted me,” he slightly jokes, sitting across from you on the edge of the bed. 

He looks rugged, and tired, almost as if he hasn’t been sleeping. He gazes at you, his eyes softened as he watches your movements. He almost looks worried.

“So I suppose I’ll be going back to jail after you let me rest up a bit?”

He ignores your question, only choosing to tug his blanket further up your body in an attempt to warm you up. “Didn’t you get my letters?”

“I did.”

“You didn’t reply to any of them.”

“I didn’t know what to say.” A moment of silence fills the room, and you feel the need to fill it by continuing to speak. “I didn’t sell your mother’s necklace. I still have it.”

“You do?” his eyes light up, hopeful.

“I couldn’t do it.”

“Why’s that?” he ponders as you reach into your pocket to hand the precious jewelry back to its rightful owner.

“Reminded me of my own mother.” you don’t elaborate further. 

Zuko seems to sense this because he sets the matter aside with a small and quick nod, opting to watch you instead.

“Here,” you pull the necklace out from your pockets with a trembling hand and reach to hand it to him.

He notices your trembling hand, choosing to close his own hands around yours instead of taking the necklace. His hands feel like a warm embrace that engulf you in safety and warmth.

“Thank you,” he says as he sets the necklace down beside him. “But I’m more worried about you now.”

“After I stole from you and assaulted you?”

“It would seem I’m into women who can kill me.”

He looks up at you through his curled lashes, the soft locks of his hair caressing his face as he stares into your eyes, holding your gaze. “What happened to you?” he whispers gently, leaning closer to you.

It’s intimate, really. He’s in such close proximity it makes your heart beat with anxiety the closer he gets. You’d never noticed this before, but Zuko truly holds such a soft beauty to him it’s hard to look away. 

“One of those guys at the bar I beat up. Found me walking on the street alone.” you explain.

“You shouldn’t be out on the streets alone at night.”

You scoff. “Please, you should’ve seen what I did to him.”

“He stabbed you.”

“I stabbed him back. And at least all my bones are nice and intact. His, however, are not.”

A crooked smile spreads across his face. “Impressive.”

There’s an awkward silence and suddenly your mind goes back to the letters that he sent you. Each one grew more desperate the more time that passed and the more you ignored him. You recall each one practically confessing his feelings for you. 

Why though? How could Zuko even fall for you? After all you did to him: the stealing and thieving, the assaulting, everything. Yet he confessed through his letters, and you were sure he was about to confess again right now.

“Those letters,” you begin before he can even say anything. “Did you mean what you said in them?” 

“Every word.” he confirms. “You don’t believe me?”

“After all I’ve done to you, it’s hard to.”

“You can consider yourself pardoned for your crimes. Happy?” he offers.

“That’s perfect, actually. I was going to dangle your mother’s necklace in front of you and demand to be pardoned.”

“It’s too bad you got stabbed before having the chance to do so.”

“Still hard to believe your feelings though, I’ll admit.” you tell him.

A pause. Then, “Why don’t I show you then?”

The question hangs in the air. The air that’s slowly been filling with the unspoken sexual tension building between you both since you woke up. 

“Alright, prove it to me then.”

Zuko simply smiles in response before his lips are on yours. Despite what you thought, his kiss is gentle and you find yourself melting into it. You relax into his touch, into the fingers that find your hair to gently stroke the back of your head with such tender love and care. 

You’re out of breath quickly as he pulls away, his lips meeting the hot skin of your neck. You lean back slowly, trying to be mindful of your fresh stab wound. 

“Careful now,” he whispers against your neck and you shudder. “Lie down.” 

He guides your body so that you are comfortably laying on your back and his lips are at your neck again, leaving hot kisses across your skin. His hands firmly stroke your thighs, squeezing assuredly as he continues sucking and kissing at your skin. You arch into him, wincing at the pain in your stomach before he pulls away.

“Didn’t think a couple of kisses would have you arching your back.”

“Shut up and go down on me.” you demand as you begin to wriggle out of your pants.

“A former criminal telling the Fire Lord what to do? My my, think of the gossip that would go around if word of this got out.” he teases, propping your legs up and setting his hands on your knees. 

Zuko playfully spreads your legs open with his hands, stroking the exposed skin. He leans down, leaving a kiss on your thigh. His mouth continues on your skin, leaving kisses and bite marks and you feel yourself softly moaning from his kisses. Your hips slightly jerk up, and in response he gently holds you down with his hands. 

Pulling away from your thighs, he runs an experimental lick into your slit, and you feel yourself tremble in arousal. He holds your thighs open as you tense around him, yanking his hair to pull him further into you. You feel him softly laugh in response before he opens his mouth. He slowly and teasingly drags his tongue up your pussy, eliciting a moan from your lips. You gasp when you feel him sucking on your clit, expertly working on it as he gently sucks on it. 

You yank on his hair again, and you both moan at the sensation of pleasure running through your veins. You feel yourself heating up as your hips hump his face and his tongue drags up and down your pussy. You feel yourself throbbing, sweat beading at your forehead as he allows you to practically ride his face and pull on his hair. 

Something about Zuko letting you have your way with him has you throbbing and tightening around nothing. You whimper breathlessly and you feel him smile in response. He pulls away only for a second to blow cold air against your throbbing pussy, and you feel yourself shudder at the sensitivity. 

“Pull away again and I’ll give you a matching stab wound.” you threaten, yanking his hair again to drag him to where he belongs. 

“You’re lucky I’m into this.” he chuckles as he gives into your demand, tongue going back to your clit. 

You feel his fingers creep up to your slit, teasingly rubbing at your entrance before he slips a finger in. It slips in instantly, your slick wetness coating his finger as he moves it further into you. Your legs wrap around his neck and while he may or may not be able to breathe, you’re not worried about that. He’ll find a way. You enjoy his finger working you with his tongue in your clit, but you need more.

“More.” you demand.

“More of what?” he pulls away and stares at you from between your legs. 

“Your fingers.”

“So greedy you are.” he complains, but obliges anyway. 

You feel him insert two more fingers and you find yourself riding both his face and his fingers. You let out a moan of pleasure, your chest heaving as you ride closer to your high. You can feel Zuko squirming in his pants and you’re sure he might be uncomfortable, but in this moment you’re only worried about your own pleasure and it would seem he feels the same way. 

“F-Fuck,” you stutter, your hands fisting his bed sheets. 

“Careful, that’s silk.” he warns you against your pussy.

“Shut up and keep sucking.” you yank him back and he continues.

You continue to rock your hips up into his face as he fingers your slick pussy, fucking you harder and faster as your moans grow more desperate and your hips begin to clumsily rock against his face. He sucks at your clit and adds another finger and that’s when you feel yourself spill over the edge, shuttering and shaking against him as he helps you through your orgasm, fingers slowly helping you through it.

When you’ve come down from your high, he sits up, a visible boner against his robes. “Did you think we were done?” he smirks, wiping his face with the back of his hand and leaning in for another kiss.

•••

a/n: it’s my one year anniversary of writing on this blog! my next zuko story will not be him as fire lord i’ve written too many fics w him as fire lord, so i’ll switch it up in my next one <3

also nanami from jjk is next if anyone cares (ik i said i’d post levi after but he can wait lmao)

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[selfishdoll]

❛ IM SORRY...❜

Oh, tell me what you're willing to do? | Kiss it, kiss it better, baby ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ KISS IT BETTER

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 SUMMARY.

you’re sick of choso being late for dates.. unfortunately he knows the perfect way to make it all better.

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 CONTENT WARNING.

mdni, reader is petty fr <3, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, groveling choso (lowkey), fingering, multiple orgasms, pet names, praise, etc.

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 NOTE.

on my munch choso agenda & he seems like the type to eat pussy to make it up to you. unedited, please excuse typos & grammar mistakes.

He was late. Again. For the third time. Your blood boiled within you, ass planted on your couch when it should be in your boyfriend’s car; on the way to your favorite restaurant. But no, Kamo Choso decided to ignore his alarm, and your many texts plus phone calls; to only answer them about thirty minutes after the time you two were supposed to be there.

Despite how remorseful he was on the phone, you were still a bit pissed; something he sensed easily.

With a soft grumble to yourself you rose from the couch, padding over to your bedroom. Your good mood was gone, you wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and watch some tv. Nothing Choso did would fix his mistake this time.

Entering the bedroom you sat at your vanity, beginning to remove your jewerly. First your rings, bracelet, and whilst working on your necklace you heard your front door open; causing your eyes to roll.

“(Y/N)?” Choso called, fiddling with his keys for a moment, shoulders faltering when you didn’t reply. Yeah, he knew he screwed up bad. Taking a breath he kicked his shoes off, waltzing over to your bedroom and peeking in to see you wiping your mascara away with a wipe. “I’m sorry for being late, we can still go.”

You didn’t answer, not even bothering to look at him as you continued to wipe away the minor makeup. Choso leaned against your doorframe, lips pressed into a thin line as he attempted to search for the words to change your mind. You were always so stubborn when you got like this, something he found cute until it was directed at him.

His thoughts trailed away the moment he heard your chair push out, watching you stand and waltz over to your closet; refusing to acknowledge him. You searched through your clothes for a moment before settling on a simple nightgown, moving backwards to your bed and sitting down. You leaned over, attempting to unclasp the anklet you wore, grumbling when it proved difficult given your nails. Finally fed up you sat up, extending your leg to Choso.

“Finally acknowledging me?”

“Just take off my anklet.” You mumbled, glancing away from him. The man gave a soft sound of disbelief mixed with amusement, moving closer and grabbing your leg. He pressed it against his chest, fingers fiddling with the gold plated jewelry of his name for a moment before his fingers trailed across your skin.

“You know I didn’t mean to oversleep.”

“Mhm.”

“And I’m really sorry too.” Choso claimed, watching your cross your arms and slowly nod. The man smiled a bit, leaning down to press a kiss to your ankle, feeling you twitch. That was enough motivation, lowering the kisses until they hit your inner thigh, watching you finally glance at him. “Choso..” You spoke, attempting to pull your leg away, only for his grip to tighten on your ankle. Your breath hitched as his free hand began to push your dress up to your stomach, lowering until he rested on his knees. “Choso.” You called out again, hissing the moment you felt his lips press against your covered slit.

“Lemme make it up to you princess. Show you how sorry I really am.”

Choso’s fingers caught on the band of your panties, pulling them down and off your body, hands grabbing the inside of your thighs to spread you wider. The man wasted no time in driving his thick tongue up your slit, fingers digging into your flesh to assure you didn’t move an inch. Lapping at your sex, shifting between teasing your entrance and tracing your sensitive bud; continuing to grip you with each twitch of your thighs.

Your resolve was melting away, struggling to keep your moans at bay. You wanted to be mad at him, even if it was an honest mistake. You wanted to be petty and ignore him. But, he was just so damn good with his tongue. A messy eater that left you shaking and trembling with each careful swipe of his wicked muscle. You bit your palm, legs closing around his head as your eyes pinched close; widening the moment two fingers entered you, curling against your spongy walls. Your hand flew to his hair, his messy black tresses being pulled in a tight grip.

“Choso—!”

“There it is..” The man murmured, pulling back from your cunt; thumb quickly replacing his tongue on your clit. His digits thrusted and scissored inside you, furiously rubbing circles on the bud— all while his heavy lidded eyes stared up at you. “That’s it.. Not as mad as you were before, huh?”

You whimpered as his fingers went deeper, all the way down to the knuckle as wet squelches erupted from between your legs. You wanted to defend your case, maybe curse him out too— instead you could only moan and shake, losing yourself in the pleasurable apology.

Choso gave a knowing smile, enjoying the way your previously irritated expression melted into nothing but pure ecstasy. He would give a proper apology later but now, this would do.

“Can’t even speak.. that’s okay, she’s talking enough for you.” The man spoke, removing his thumb to go right back to sucking and lapping at your swollen button; unfazed as your thighs continued to close around his head. Your hips rose, grinding into his face as the band in your stomach tightened and tightened.

His name fell from your lips in a dazed mantra, eyes glazed over before you broke; a high pitched cry escaping you as you came— tainting his face in your mess. Your legs shook, greedily sucking up air as you attempted to come down from the high; all while he continued to suck and thrust his fingers inside you.

Soon enough the sensitivity became too much, hand sliding from his hair to push at his forehead— whining as the pleasure teetered on painful. Choso didn’t let up however, quickening his fingers all while sucking your poor bud raw. Tears of overstimulation trailed down your hot cheeks, head twisting back and forth as you tried to somehow run from the pleasure. You only got an inch away before he was releasing your thigh to instead lay his heavy arm across your lower stomach; holding you there.

“Cho—Choso.. please fuck—! I forgive you.. fuck I can’t—“ Whimpers escaped you, the pushes against his forehead becoming weak as your hips rose into his face. Your were making such a mess of yourself, him, and your blankets; something you couldn’t give a damn about at the moment.

Your stomach clenched harder than before, both hands gripping his hair as your back arched; his name exiting your throat incoherently, creaming all over his face and fingers.

You sniffled and breathed heavy, blurry eyes watching Choso slowly pull away from you after lapping all your juices up. He crawled over your tired body, fingers finding your cheeks to turn you, capturing your lips in a nasty, wet kiss. Your hand lazily grasped his arm, blinking heavily, hissing when his thigh brushed between your legs.

“Hurts, Choso..” You spoke softly, pulling back to breathe. The man chuckled at your words, leaning down to kiss your wet cheek.

“I know. I’ll be gentle next time.” A lie. One you both knew.

His strong arms reached under you, pulling you into him as he laid on his side. “I am really sorry for sleeping through my alarm, I know how much you wanted to go.”

You shook your head slowly, smiling at your lover tenderly. “No. You worked the night shift, I have to be a little more understanding.” You spoke, fingers trailing his arm to which Choso smiled back. The two of you shared another sweet kiss, hands brushing across the other’s form.

“How about we order in?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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[sherwees]

cw : rough sex, unconsented breeding, mentionings of death and smoking, lowkey implying that yangyang has done some.. things...

side note : I wanted to try first person huhu

deadass based off “it's gonna be me” by nsync

The weak wooden bed frame rhythmically bounces against the beige wallpaper. I tussle and thrash within Yangyang's in my hair as his painful thrusts reaches to my cervix, punching the wind from my tired lungs.

“Just f’ me, huh? Not for anybody else, right? ” Yangyang croaked through moans, his thrusts fastening and I could only recoil from the spongey slick bites that he leaves upon my neck.

My throat felt like a bunch of weak coils, I could barely speak a word or even mumble. Suddenly, he gave a over reacted sigh, his thrusts slowed to a stop. The lights becoming a blur through the screen of my tears, I could hear his spit stretch around his mouth into a smile as he mumbled “So pretty”.

Ignoring his attempt to move a loose strand of my hair aside, my head turned every so slightly towards the framed picture peeking through the cracked door into the hallway.

It was from my wedding day.

Hendery looked more vibrant, enthusiastic, alive.. I remembered his strong but yet so so soft scent from his clothes that now were folded in the corners of my closet, rotting like the day I found him unconscious and pale on the kitchen floor.

“You can't bother to take your eyes off of him?” He looks over himself with a maybe sympathetic smile, coarse hand slithering up and around my trembling shoulder with a squeeze, interrupting me from my daze. I bunched my lips in discomfort, holding back a whimper but he only pushes harder on my poor bone.

“N-no?” I stuttered, shaking my head frantically to get my weak defense out.

Slap.

“Don't fucking lie to me, you know the rules!”

The fucking rules... Ah yes.. the memory replays.

“Look at that dead bitch again and you're getting it.” The orangish street lights illuminated Yangyang's dazed eyes. The crisp cigar laid inbetween his index and middle as he sighed, side eyeing me for a mere second to expect a response. The wind tingling my neck and through my hair, I could only hum until I choked on my spit, realizing what he said.

“I can't forget him..” I attempted to muster a stronger tone, the pressure on my chest worsening.

“You forget him every time I get you all riled up and fucked out so what's the problem now sweetheart?” Yangyang is now fully turned to my discombobulated expression, his elbow now helping him lean on the balcony. He was.. right.

His arm wraps around my waist, pulling my body flush to his chest. His skin was bleak against my hot own, his aura and reak of marijuana was unsuspectingly comforting. The energy was slowly leaking out of me like a broken pipe as his embrace only snuggled me somehow closer.

“I'll love you better than him.” was the only thing I heard until everything fell into darkness.

The feeling of a numbed pain spreads through a region of my face, bringing me back to the present.

“Do you want to see him again.”

“Wh-”

“Oh, don't make this harder on yourself honey..” His jaw was set and clenched, his eyebrows furrow as his eyes narrow.

“No..?” My voice croaked, my lips shrivel in shame. Yangyang's chest inclines as he takes a breath, his large hands cup my jaw to direct my vision to the picture as his hips stutter alive; continuing his pace from before.

My head attempts to yank away from his tenacious grip, I felt the imprints of nails form. I could only attempt to scream but it only came out as garbles because of the spit set in the base of my windpipe.

“Yangyang, please..” I arched underneath him, my hands shuffling to hook my hands on the edge of the bed frame.

“Fuck– just show Kunhang how you like to get fucked.”

I should've put an end to it but the concern left along with my sensibility left with the yelps and moans that contrived from my inflamed windpipe.

“Mmh~ look at what you're fucking missing.. That son of a bitch couldn't fuck you like me, huh?” His head lowers down, his face only a few centimeters from my own. His eyes divert to my plump lips, his head pushes forward; ravaging my mouth like a mad man. From the corner of my eye, his shoulder bone juts out along with his muscles as he attempts to keep his posture.

“Show how much of a slut you are just for his friend.” His voice has a sultry edge to it, his now sharper thrusts puncture that certain spot inside constantly.

“Didn't even fuckin' know you, the desperate widow that'll open her legs to anybody.. M’ gonna knock you up so good and I'll take you back home with me like a prized possession.” I cried at the stretching pulsations inside my tense hole, hands scrambling to beat and scratch at his back.

“Yangyang–” I choked with a sob, my palm becoming bruised from the impact of the frame against it.

“Just-t pull out for me.” His thrusts become long and sloppy as I felt his tip nudge past my cervix entrance slightly, emptying his heavy warm seed inside of me anyway.

The pain surged through my lower half, my walls pulsed an erratic rhythm, too tired to even buck my hips through my high.

My eyes became heavy, tired.. My hand caressed the back of his head but dropping immediately from the rushes of exhaustion surged my senses and I was overcome by it.

She laid asleep right under me, I stayed inside of her until the mixture of our releases became too much for me...

I looked over back to the framed photo, I sighed once I looked at my friend's face once more.

I hoped she didn't know too much or suspected too much.

I'll never tell her what happened that very day..

I'll never tell her that I wanted her for myself..

My envy only got me here.

It was always Hendery, Hendery, Hendery but never me.

But in the end, it's gonna be me.

#nct smut #kpop smut #smut #wayv smut #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #yangyang smut #nct dream smut #yangyang x reader #hendery x reader

[lichenes]

Omg i alove your Swann Arlaud fics!!You literally make my day better!Can you write a fic how Vincent and the reader are forced by their friends to play a silly game like 9 minutes in Heaven and they finally confess to each other and make out <3

Blushin'... lowkey... Thank you anon :*** CW: mentions of a boner (nothing happens), SFW wc: 628

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You and Vincent could barely keep your hands off of eachother when you got the chance to be alone. It got to the point where you'd text him a lips emoji and he'd reply back with a running emoji and show up at your door, ready.

Vincent understood you wanted to take things slow but it was getting to the point where your relationship was, rather than moving forward, staying in one place.

Not many people knew about your little love affair. You knew you weren't exclusive and you didn't expect faithfullness from him but you could feel the heart pangs pricking at you when you saw him pick up yet another person, strangely resembling you.

The ones closest to you encouraged you both to confess already but you were too shy to do it and Vincent was slowly losing the confidence if you truly liked him back. His little distractions weren't working anymore and he wished you would just give him a sign.

To say you looked ravishing that evening would be an understatement. Vincent couldn't keep his eyes off of you and he was due to pop a boner if he didn't excuse himself from the situation. You weren't making it easy as you tugged at the sleeve of his sweater for him to follow you to the circle of your mutual friends.

"C'mon Vincent, it'll be fun." You said reassuring him. "I'm not 17 anymore. It's childish." He groaned. You were both invited to a game of 'spin the bottle'. In reality he didn't really like the idea of some other person stealing you away and basically being free to do whatever they wanted with you. If it were to be his turn he could at least imagine it was you as earlier the host informed him that the lightbulb has blown out.

He was jealous, he could admit that to himself. Not to you though, never to you. You sat down cross-legged and he situated himself next to you, your knees touching. "Okay it's Vincent's turn." Someone said. He leaned forward and spun the bottle. It was spinning quickly, everyone curious on who it would land on.

To everyone's suprise it landed on you. 'Ooh's could be heard throughout the room as you stood up, pretending to be embarrassed by effectively everyone knowing what you two would be doing.

When you entered the closet you put your elbows on his shoulders and got close to his face. "Fancy seeing you here, pretty boy." You said in an undertone. "Hm.... likewise, sweetness" He mumbled out, your lips were almost touching. An inch more and...

"Vincent." You said firmly. "...yes chérie?" You groaned quietly as he tilted your head and started nipping at your neck. "Oh- Vincent..." you felt him smile and you put your hand on his chest. "Wait."

You assumed he looked at you puzzled, as aforementioned, it was dark and you couldn't tell. "I hate to do this but... do you like me?" You paused. "Honestly and truly, do you?" His voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. He cleared his throat and you felt him shuffle around into what seemed to be a kneel as his voice came from lower than before.

"I give up a thousand job offers, every opportunity to work in Paris and even living on my own to spend my life with you ma douce." You felt a surge of emotions running through you. "I'd let you ruin me, untill there was nothing left. Just so you could build me up again."

You leaned down and held his face in between your palms. You placed a delicate kiss on his lips, more tender than anything you were used to in your fervent make-out sessions.

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#swann arlaud #x reader #vincent renzi #anatomy of a fall #vincent renzi x reader #vincent renzi x gn!reader

[hyuuukais]

-`♡´ - APARTMENT 143

pairing -> lee minho x fem reader

synopsis -> after a bad breakup, y/n needs to find a new place to live. although she's grateful for her best friend, up-and-coming model hwang hyunjin, for letting her stay at his, she can't keep living with him and his model roommates. so when an opening for somewhere nearby with cheap rent opens up, she jumps on it, despite knowing next to nothing about the 3 other tenants, only that one owns 3 cats. the three quickly learn of her breakup, determined to help get her back on her feet. but what happens when one of them begins to develop feelings?

warnings -> gen, mention of cheating, yn lowkey overthinking

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CHAPTER NINE -> IS THIS A DATE? (partially written! wc:1.2k)

There's a knock at your door followed by silence while you internally debate whether or not you should open it, or if you should pretend you aren't home. As far as you know, no one saw you come in, just heard you. The atmosphere was suffocating, heavy. This had to be your fault. You shouldn't have pressed, you shouldn't have-

"Y/n?" Minho's voice comes from behind the wooden barrier. "I know you're in there."

"Sorry, Y/n isn't available! Only her twin sister who did nothing wrong and totally isn't stressing!"

No response.

With a sigh, you get up to open your door, Doongie running off your bed and back into your closet. You open the door, but your eyes are glued to the floor, unable to face the man in front of you. The door is only open a crack, just enough for him to see your face, and you, his. His arms are crossed, body tense.

"Have you seen Soonie, Doongie, or Dori?" Minho asks curtly.

"Um, yeah, Doongie is in my closet-"

"What?" Minho tries to push past your door, but you're able to keep it mostly closed. Your room was currently a mess, no doubt a reflection of your mind the past few weeks. "Why is he in your closet?"

With a light shove, he makes his way in and moves quickly toward your closet opposite your bed. You watch as he slides the curtain away, your lack of a closet door making you shrink a bit into yourself. To be fair, it was like that when you moved in, so obviously the boys knew about it already. Still, you couldn't help feeling a tinge of embarrassment, not to mention the fact most of the content in there is strewn across your floor.

A small meow is heard from behind the curtain, Minho's arm outstretched. His shoulders seem to be a little more relaxed as he stands back to his full height, finally taking in your room with a low whistle. Now you cross your arms.

"If you're going to judge, you can leave," you huff, but then remember the reason he's probably upset in the first place. Your face flushes. "Oh, and I wanted to say I'm really, really sorry."

"For...?"

"You know what for!" You move to the edge of your bed, playing with the corner of a blanket on the verge of falling off. "In the group chat, I shouldn't have pried. Obviously you don't owe telling me anything, which I know you know, but still. I guess I was just shocked? Surprised? Whatever? That's totally messed up by the way, having a secret husband. I mean, who does that? Seriously, who does that?"

"My ex, apparently." Minho sits at the end of your bed, grabbing the blanket as it falls to the ground.

Gently, he folds it up and replaces it at the end he's sitting on, getting up and doing the same to another half under your bedframe.

"Well, your ex needs to learn what commitment is then." He grabs the half empty laundry basket from under you windowsill. "Mine too."

"Do you know if he cheated on you before?" Minho asks, picking up a few shirts abandoned next to the basket.

"I- he-" You stutter, bringing your knees up to your chin as you lean back against the headboard. "He loved me."

"That doesn't answer the question." He puts the basket down, grabbing a small pile of clothing from beside your bed on the opposite side you sit on.

"Don't tell anyone," you whisper, ashamed. "Once, but it was right at the beginning of our relationship and I don't think we were even technically official yet since he seemed so unbothered when I walked in on them together. After that I had a conversation with him about what we were to each other, and he hasn't cheated since. I mean, he has now, but not counting that."

The laundry basket is full, Minho placing it outside of your door. Next on his list are dishes, beginning to make a stack of plates and mugs on the dresser by your door. There aren't many, but enough to be a problem. Enough to be overwhelming.

"Back to the point, I never should have asked about anything." You rub a hand down your face. "I was being stupid."

"No, you were curious," Minho says. "But you're right in thinking you shouldn't have asked."

"I'm sorry."

"Are you going to apologize as much as you thanked me?" He tosses a missed sock at you, hitting you in the knee.

"S-" You freeze, making eye contact with him as he places the last mug aside. "Forget what I was about to say."

A small smile tugs on his mouth as he leaves your room. He's back in record time with a broom and dustpan in his hands. It's only now that you realize what he's been doing for you and you jump up, grabbing his wrist to halt his sweeping.

"Stop! You don't need to clean for me, I can do it myself." You attempt to take the broom, but he switches it to the other hand. "Please. Why are you doing this?"

"Because once this place is a little more cleaned up, you are going to help me find my cats." Minho finishes sweeping the little pile of dirt and dust.

"So this was for a favour?" You ask. "I would have helped you anyway. But what do you mean by 'find my cats'? Are they missing? What happened? How would they get out?"

"You tell me," he says, placing the broom against the wall by your door and heading out. You follow him to the back door, slipping on some sandals before walking out to the balcony. "The door was left open, so I have to assume they went out this way. Ah, I'm going to kill Han."

"Han? Don't kill Han. Why would you kill Han?"

"He left the door open," Minho starts up the staircase leading up to the roof.

The way the roof access was connected to your balcony confused you, but you assumed it came with the apartment. You'd only been up there once since moving in to water some plants at Han's request since he'd been gone all day and hadn't gotten the chance. A light breeze hit your face as you stepped onto the roof, scanning for any sign of cats.

"There!" You jog across the roof to the small garden where Dori sits amongst tomatoes. "Come here you."

Dori stretches out, emerging from the plants to headbutt the hand you stick out. He rubs against your crouched knees purring up a storm, stepping up half onto your leg to ask for pats. You giggle, rubbing his soft cheeks and watching as he lifts his head up, giving him some chin rubs before picking him up.

When you turn, you see Minho with Soonie cradled in his arms like a baby. He's not facing you completely, but you can see him pointing a finger at Soonie and scolding the cat for scaring him like that. Soonie nudges his finger, giving a small lick. Minho shakes his head smiling, taking a small treat from his back pocket. Your heart stutters, a warm feeling blossoming in your chest as you watch.

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[outro-jo]

skz dating a non-binary person

pairing: skz members x nonbinary reader

type: scenarios

warnings: most of them are fluff but chan’s is kinda angsty and seungmin’s is lowkey crack, transphobia, queer joke in seungmin’s (don’t take it too seriously), mentions of being misgendered, gender affirming surgery and hrt are mentioned, reader in felix’s is excited about androgyny, closet joke

notes: it’s international non binary people’s day and i wanted to celebrate by posting something relating to it as i am nonbinary myself and don’t see a lot of fanfiction written about us. i want to be extremely clear: i talk about coming out, receiving medical care, and being excited about androgyny. i fully understand that not all of these apply to everyone’s experience as a nonbinary person, and some of them do not even apply to my own personal experience. these are works of fiction and i hope they are comforting to other nonbinary/gender queer individuals. i would also like to note that i kept this as neutral as possible so that no matter your assigned sex/gender at birth you can read this. if there’s anything i missed, please reach out to me! i want to remind you all that you are valid and loved no matter what. i hope that you enjoy even if you aren’t nonbinary or gender queer and just celebrate (what’s left of) this day with us! happy reading!

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seungmin- coming out

the elevator to the dorms was moving slow and while normally it would have annoyed you, you were kind of thankful for it today. you let out a deep sigh, rubbing your palms on your jeans. today was the day you were finally coming out to seungmin and your nerves were alight. the elevator finally dinged, signaling you were on the right floor and you soon stood at seungmin’s door, awaiting an answer. “oh! hey! c’mon in!” jeongin greeted you. “seungmin! your gf/bf is here!!!” he yelled out, making you cringe before running back to his own room. seungmin poked his head out of his bedroom, “hey! in here. felix is getting on my nerves today.” felix overheard and bickering ensued which under normal circumstances would at least get a chuckle out of you, but right now all you could do was sit on seungmin’s bed and stare at the floor. seungmin noticed and stopped mid sentence, “hey, you ok?” he asked as he shut the door behind him. it wasn’t until he sat next to you that you finally heard him. “what? sorry, i was zoning out.” you have him a weak smile. “are you ok? what’s on your mind?” his eyebrows furrowed in concern. panic filled your chest and before you could even think about anything you blurted out, “i’m non binary!” those furrowed brows quickly raised in surprise as seungmin stared back at you with wide eyes. “umm does this make me gay?” was all he asked. now it was your turn to be confused. “dude, i can’t answer that. that’s all you.” you threw your hands up in surrender. seungmin sat for a minute, face scrunched up in what looked to be deep thought. finally he said. “i don’t care. i just wanna date you.” relief washed over you and your shoulders visibly slumped as a wide smile spread across your face. “really? you’re ok?” “why wouldn’t i be? i can’t tell you who you are. i just get to love whoever that is.” he said with a shrug to his shoulders. you could cry. you never expected a reaction like this from him and you knew in that moment he was the one for you.

lee know- coming out to parents

minho knew from the beginning of the relationship. it’s something you’re up front with when it comes to new people in your life but never something you could tell your family. the thought alone terrified you. however, your therapist had been encouraging you to be authentically yourself and that meant coming out to your parents. minho was supportive but hesitant. he was extremely protective over you and the kind of mistreatment you could receive because of your gender identity but he was always for you being yourself completely. so when the two of you went to your parents house for dinner, minho had your hand in his the whole night. he had encouraged you on the front steps that you moved at your own pace and should tell them whenever you felt comfortable, even if that meant not coming out at all. your mother had actually been talking about a friend of hers who had a non binary child. she spoke relatively positively and it gave you a small sense of optimism. your father was his usual self, not making too many comments on the subject. the night progressed and you felt it was time. you gave minho’s hand a squeeze and in response he sat up straighter, preparing for anything. “mom… dad… there’s something i’d like to tell you.” you started. “uh-oh! we’re not hearing wedding bells yet, are we?” your mom teased. you laughed and shook your head as minho protested alongside you. “not yet.” you said, smiling at him. “it’s actually um…” both of your parents leaned forward in anticipation, their face starting to read worried. “i’m… i’m nonbinary.” your chest tightened and you started to fidget but minho tightened his grip on your hand to settle you. your parents sighed and looked at each other. “well, what are your pronouns, dear?” in that moment, your heart could have burst. the rest of the evening was spent with your parents actually listening to you and asking how they can better support you. you left that night with tears in your eyes. minho led you to the car and opened the door but stopped you. he wrapped his arms around you tightly and you melted into him. “i’m so proud of you.”

jeongin- being misgendered

from the moment you came out to jeongin, he was nothing but sweet and supportive. though you told him you were open to questions, he wanted to take it upon himself to learn all he could to be the best partner for you. everyday it seemed like jeongin was surprising you with new knowledge he’d learned. it came as no surprise to you that when the two of you were out with some friends and one of them misgendered you, jeongin was the first to speak up. your mouth had barely opened when jeongin started kindly correcting them and reminding them of your pronouns. your cheeks felt flushed and you were trying your best to conceal the smile on your face. no one had ever protected you like this before. when the two of you were heading home, in the back of the cab you took his hand. “thank you for earlier.” you gave him a sheepish look. jeongin smiled at you warmly before leaning in to kiss your lips softly. “you never have to thank me for that.”

hyunjin- celebrating non-binary day

the day was normal. you woke up and did everything like you usually did; getting ready, work, coming home. nothing overly special or ordinary about the day that was until your boyfriend came home. “baby!” hyunjin burst through the door as you were standing at the stove making dinner. “hi, love” you greeted him without turning to look at him but he rushed over to you, taking your shoulders in his hands. “why didn’t you tell me?!?” his eyes were wide, his hair all messy and windblown. “tell you what, baby?” you raised a confused eyebrow. “what do you mean ‘what’? it’s literally your day!” he turned off the stove and pulled you by your hand back to your bedroom. “get dressed i’m taking you out.” “hyune, why? what are we celebrating?” you finally stopped and stood in front of him with your hands on your hips. “it’s international non-binary people's day and i know that we have trans day of visibility and pride month, this is also a special day where i can celebrate you.” he smiled at you, his eyes turning into cute crescent moons. “awe hyune…” you tucked into his chest for a hug. “i love you.” “i love you, too, baby. now hurry up! the day’s almost over!” he rushed you into the closet (not again 😮‍💨) with a pat to your bum.

chan- receiving hate

chris was supportive of you as soon as he met you. he often told you how proud he was of you and how brave you were for just being yourself. it meant the world to have that kind of support from your partner which held you up during hard times when the rest of the world wasn’t so supportive. most of the time any sort of mistreatment or misgendering rolled right off your back. you know who you are and no bigot could ever get to you, but ever since people found out you and chris were dating… it’s been a lot. you have seen a lot of supportive comments and other trans/nonbinary people happy celebrating your relationship which was amazing to see but the negative comments were just getting to you. it was nearly 3am and you were just doom scrolling, crying over all the hate. you knew you needed to stop, especially with chris coming home soon, but you just couldn’t. as expected, the front door opened and shut but you still couldn’t look away. “hey, baby, i’m— no, hey! what’s wrong?” he rushed right over to you, pulling you into his arms. he looked down at your phone and knew. “you’ve gotta quit reading that shit.” chris said through gritted teeth, pressing a kiss to your temple. it’s easier said than done and he knew that all too well. he can think back to times when he was feeling his lowest, reading all the awful things people had to say about him. the fact that it was happening to you just simply because you were being your authentic self made his blood boil. all he wanted to do was tell those transphobes off or beat the shit out of them, anything to protect your light but he knew he couldn’t. the only thing he will ever be able to do is hold you, kiss you, and remind you of just how amazing you are. that’s what he’ll always do.

changbin- buying you something pride related

changbin is not the type of guy to do something half way. he’s loud and proud and when you came out to him as non binary, he wants to do everything he could to show you he was supportive. you were both home one day, cuddling on the couch and catching up on new episodes of a show when you were alerted that a package was at your door. “binnie, did you order anything?” you asked as you shuffled to the door and scooped the package from the steps. “shit, bin! it’s heavy!” he rushed over from the couch to grab it from you, “ooh it’s here!” he was all giddy for some reason. “baby, what is it?” you asked again as he sliced it open. the entire box was full of yellow, purple, white and black. you recognized the colors immediately and your heart melted. he giggled as he pulled out flags, blankets, cards, buttons, plushies, literally anything he could get his hands on that had the non-binary pride flag colors on it. “look! it’s a little bee!!” he showed you, bouncing excitedly. “binnie, this is so cute, but why did you get all this stuff.” you instantly regretted asking that question when the grin on his face turned into an adorably painful pout. “because i’m really proud of you and i love you. i’m really glad you came out to me.” he said in pout. a smile grew on your face. “i’m glad i came out to you too, binnie.” changbin returned to his excitement, grinning from ear to ear and bouncing again before leaning in to kiss you quickly.

jisung- gender affirming care

today was a very special day. you finally get to see your new body, the way you’d always wanted it to be. all those nagging voices in the back of your head could finally stop and you would start to feel like the person you were always meant to be. you were giddy when you woke up and your boyfriend was too. jisung was one of the most supportive people you’d ever met. when you came out to him, he had felix bake you a cake and then cried when he “outed” you to felix (who you had already told). and when you started hrt, he got excited at every milestone and change. even when you told him about the surgery you wanted, he was doing research and going to every appointment, asking questions about your safety and care. he helped you every step of the way and now he was holding your hand in the office over his bouncing knee, probably more anxious than you were. the doctor came in and greeted you before carefully removing the bandages and assessing the healing process. “the stitches look good? i’ve been keeping them clean!” jisung chimed in. “they look amazing! you did a great job!” the doctor confirmed and you sent jisung a wink. “ok, now let’s have you take a look.” the doctor rolled his chair back so you could stand and look in the floor length mirror. you took slow, small steps to the mirror, your heart beating out of your chest. as you came into view, tears began to form in your eyes. yes, there were red scars and yes it wasn’t perfect, but that was you. jisung came up behind you, carefully reaching out to hold your sides and tuck his chin into your shoulder. “are you happy, baby?” he asked softly. you nod, turning to look at him with the tears now falling down your cheeks and a wide smile on your face. “that’s me, jisungie.” you let out a light laugh. jisung kissed your cheek. “you’re beautiful, my love. i’m so proud of you.”

felix- gender euphoria

you were in line at the coffee shop waiting for your drinks. felix had grabbed a seat over by the windows and was already people watching as he waited. suddenly your name was called and you walked up to the counter. “here you are, sir—uh, ma’am…sir?” the poor teenage worker couldn’t decide on what to call you. you laughed, “thank you.” electricity coursed through your veins as you rushed over to the table with your drinks. “LIX!” you squealed in a hushed tone. his face immediately lit up upon seeing yours. “someone’s happy! did they actually get your order right this time?” he asked taking a sip of his drink before making a face. “ugh, it’s right. this is yours.” “no, ok, listen!” he leaned in eagerly, finally grabbing the right drink and taking a sip. “the barista couldn’t tell what gender i was! the poor kid kept just going back and forth trying to figure out if i was a ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’!” your feet kicked under the table. “SLAY!” felix cheered. you cringed. “i think i regret teaching you that.” “excuse me, i learned it on tiktok before i even met you!” he feigned offense. “i think that’s somehow worse.” you laughed. “yeah, well, either way i’m happy for you, love. the gender euphoria must feel so good right about now.” “incredible!”

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[velvetstreets]

Bestie, can you write something based off of this, for Jack? 🥰

You were going through your shared closet with Jack, trying to get some spring cleaning done- which your closet was in desperate need of. Jack and you had so many clothes and kept so many pieces from red carpets, gifts, promotional packages etc. You decided to go through your things first as Jack said he wanted to be there when he was ready to sort through his clothes.

You had already been at it for an hour, and made good progress. You slid a few hangers out your way that were hung with Jack’s clothes, until you saw an old dress of yours. It was the dress you wore the first time you met Jack, years ago. You smiled at the memory.

Your friend dragged you to the studio, she was lowkey a well known producer in the industry, having worked with Pharrell, Metro Boomin, among other artists like Ariana Grande, Drake, and SZA. She wasn’t famous but people knew of her, so she always dragged you to industry events and studio sessions with random artists every once in a while. Today was no different, she parked her G Wagon in the studio parking lot and turned to you.

“You excited?” she asked eagerly, almost bouncing in her seat.

“More like incredibly nervous and terrified.” You said laughing, unbuckling your seatbelt.

“Cmon y/n it’s Drake and Pharrell and Jack Harlow all working together today! It’s gonna be so much fun, you’re being let in on some exclusive stuff here.” She said trying to get your nerves to settle and focus on how fun it was going to be.

“Yeah see, to me that just sounds like a lot of big names of talented people in which I have no business in being around. It’s gonna be weird that I’m here, I serve no purpose.” You said to her as you both got out the car and started walking to the building.

“Stop the negative talk bitchhh, get excited! And so what if you’re not an industry person, you’re part of the target audience so your opinion is for sure important too. Plus if they got an issue with you, they’re gonna have to go through my ass first, and you know I’ll take any mf that play with you, down.” She said giving you a reassuring look.

You both walked into the building, greeting the receptionist and then moving further into the hallway that held multiple studios. Your friend led the way until she stopped at one door and opened it. She walked in and you were right behind her, your eyes glancing over everyone that was in the room. You saw Pharrell and Drake standing by the soundboard talking while Jack Harlow was sitting on the couch on his phone.

“Hey y’all, sorry we’re late, traffic is a mf. This is my bestie Y/N, I’m sure you gentlemen will treat her very nicely right? Anyways, let’s get into it.” Your bestie said introducing you and setting her bag down while walking over to the soundboard.

Drake and Pharrell came over to greet you with handshakes and introductions. You politely returned the greeting and gave a smile while shaking their hands. Drake looked over at Jack who hadn’t stopped staring at you since you walked in.

“Seems like you’re Jackie boy’s type. She seems sweet, go easy on her yeah?” Drake laughed and turned back to work with your friend.

Jack walked over to you and stuck his hand out.

“Ignore him. Hi, I’m Jack.” He said in a deep voice that sent a playful chill up your spine.

“Y/N.” You said shaking his hand and giving him a sweet smile that made your dimples peek out. Jack grinned harder at this, still enamored with you and shaking your hand.”

“Oh- sorry.” He laughed awkwardly as he finally noticed and let go of your hand.

“All good.” You smiled at him and made your way to sit on the couch.

He came and sat next to you and started up conversation, asking you what you did, what you were into, if you had heard any of his music, pretty much any and everything he could think of, he asked you. He wanted to know everything about you, making mental notes to keep handy for when he would eventually ask you out later. He took in your appearance as you talked, eyes raking down the cute dress you had on. It hugged your body perfectly, slight cleavage peeking out at the top, and the hem of the garment ending at mid-thigh. You were beautiful, and that was just that start. Your laugh and your voice made his heart flutter, he craved hearing more, seeing more, being around you more. He was finally called upon to go record his verse, and he winked at you before getting up to walk into the booth and record. The music played and Jack started to rap, occasionally opening his eyes to look at you and smile. After a few takes, he was finished and came back out. You two continued to talk and Jack’s knee occasionally touched yours, and you did the same with your hand, occasionally touching his chest as you laughed or he said something stupid.

After a few hours, your friend had decided it was time to dip. You gave everyone a hug goodbye, Jack being last. He wrapped his arms over your shoulders, pulling your into him as you wrapped yours around his waist. He put his head on top of yours and you breathed in his LV perfume that made you shudder a little. Jack grinned at your reaction and whispered in your ear as the others said their goodbyes.

“I really liked hanging with you today. D’you think I could get your number and we could keep hanging sometime?” Jack whispered.

“Mmhmm.” You nodded before releasing your grip on him and he whipped out his phone. You typed your number in and gave it back to him.

You smiled at him and he grinned giddily. He gave you a quick hug once more and whispered “I’ll text you.” and you finally left with your friend who was embarrassingly making eyes at you the entire time.

Once you left the building, you felt your phone vibrate. You pulled it out and saw it was a text from Jack.

“What are you doing Friday evening mamas? :)” you smiled, texting him back and making plans.

That was three years ago. You pulled out the dress and put it on, deciding to FaceTime Jack and show him your lost and found discovery. You smoothed the dress down and fixed your hair a little while waiting for Jack to answer.

He answered and you stood back smiling so he could see the entire dress.

“Hey baby, remember thi-“ you started to say before Jack started to screenshot the hell out of you.

“Jack!” You laughed blushing at his actions.

“Sorry baby, couldn’t help myself, especially when you’re wearing one of my favorites. You look even better in it than the day I met you, which should be impossible you were fine as hell- wearing the hell outta that little dress, teasing me.” He cheesed through the camera.

“I didn’t even know you then, any teasing was unintentional.” You said holding your hands up.

“Mmhmm, you knew what you were doing.” Jack said sarcastically, pulling a giggle from you.

“You really do look good in that dress y/n. Like real good. You wanna go out to dinner tonight mamas? Dust off that cute ‘lil fit, and later we’ll come home and I’ll knock the dust off that pussy of yours.”

You smiled shaking your head at his comments.

“Like this pussy needs any dusting off.” You said rolling your eyes.

“You’re right, she doesn’t. But she does need her daily filling of me.” He said with a smirk.

“Jack! Shut up” Your eyes widened, knowing he was at the studio and there were probably people around him.

“Who cares, you’ll forget they heard that in 15 min when I’m making you scream, get ready, I’m on my way. He said winking.

You but your lip and let out a small grin.

“See you soon baby.”

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[uwurakax]

hello, Can i request intimate moments with semi but not like smut moments, moments where s/o and him feel their pure love

-> even though i don’t/haven’t ever written smut, for semi, i would have 💀💀 ty for the request my lovely! 💕✨

-> i’ve also just realised i wasn’t too sure what type of request this was?? i had a scene in mind until i reread this and i realised maybe? i also hope i did this right, felt a little rusty! if you actually wanted it more like, an actual written drabble and not so much headcanons, lemme know and i’ll post c:

(i deadass thought i dreamt this request until i saw it again)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

— 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼

➤ moments like these are more lowkey and private — i don’t think semi is one to share, and it’s very much one on one

➤ imo i think the first instance of really feeling loved was the time you showed up and cheered for shiratorizawa back in high school and you sported his extra jersey, the number 3 so clearly visible amongst the other fans

➤ the loud cheer of “semi!” every time he was on the court a stark contrast to the shouts of his friend and captain, ushijima

➤ i think this was the turning point, seeing you in his jersey and supporting him, even if volleyball wasn’t something you had much interest in before meeting him

➤ if your relationship wasn’t official or out in the open then, it was shortly after that

➤ head kithes too just an fyi !!!!

➤ moving on to after high school;

➤ very much the same with you being by his side as he does his side hustle of trying to be a musician

➤ you were sat, right front and centre when he and his band booked a small gig for this tiny bar that had barely 10 patrons

➤ it didn’t matter though, and semi was taken back to when you were the only one cheering his name back when he played a sport he thought would take him somewhere someday

➤ it did, he just didn’t expect it to lead to you

➤ that was the first time he said i love you

➤ he sells out small stadiums now, focusing more on the band, but still having a regular part time job, but you’re always still there, only this time backstage

➤ always kisses you and has pep talks before he goes on, even once hiding in one of the spare closet

➤ you think those are some of your favourite moments, where for just a minute he’s yours and yours alone, and you don’t have to share him while he’s like that with you

➤ although semi likes the gradual popularity, he is quick to notice how that cuts into time with you

➤ if he’s honest, semi isn’t that great with expressing how he feels, and even though he doesn’t, he can’t help but think maybe he is starting to neglect you a bit

➤ he’ll bring you your favourite flowers after a trip away, order your favourite takeout for you when you’ve been texting about how exhausted you are after a rough day at work, and when he’s not with you, texting you good morning and goodnight without fail

➤ once though, while semi was working on a song, you came to surprise him on a day off, and as quiet as you could be, you snuck in to see him

➤ you caught him through the barely opened door, about to open it until you heard him

➤ he played in his guitar, reading off a notebook that you recognised as his song writing/lyric book

➤ you had no idea semi was writing a song dedicated specifically for you

➤ for 5 minutes you watched as semi wrote and plucked at the strings before taking a breath and singing the song outright

➤ it was the first time semi had sung that song, and by pure chance you were lucky enough to hear it

➤ you walked away, realising how special that was for you to witness

➤ you never told him you knew or heard that song, just knowing that was how he felt was enough

➤ you didn’t have to wait long though, because months after, semi had finessed the song and at one of his concerts, he dedicated his new song to you

➤ semi proposed to you that night, after you were laying down in bed as he traced your awfully plain, left ring finger

➤ there was no hesitation in the “yes!” or anything that followed after

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[chaichaiiskai]

chapter two || masterpost

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we’re different but that’s okay || gigantic! shark hybrid! eijiro kirishima x angry! takes-no-shit! human! fem! reader 

author’s note: hello there darlings! here's the second chapter of my upcoming series! to be completely honest my brain was so fuzzy when it came to coming up what i wanted to happen but then i had this idea and oml i had so much fun writing it and i can't wait to drop the next chapter next week

content warning: afab reader, she/her pronouns, tooth-rotting fluff, violence, verbal abuse towards an elder, police brutality, mention of human ownership, reader has self-deprecating thoughts but they’re not written explicitly, mention of a gang aka Lupos, lowkey unedited so sorry for any typos that i skimmed over

word count: 3.2k

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Somehow you managed to pull yourself off of the street and made your way to your and Eijiro’s shared apartment. Upon entering the apartment you removed your shoes and set them into the closet near the front door and went to put your bag away, heading for the bedroom afterward to get changed into something more loungey and comfortable. 

While your body was on auto-pilot, you were a bit preoccupied with your thoughts and worries. What did you do that was so wrong? You didn’t understand, but what could be expected, you and Eijiro were two different people. 

Making your way to the living room couch you threw yourself onto the sofa but ended up bouncing right off and hit the floor with a thud and a quiet, ‘ow,’ your phone sliding a few feet away from you on the rug that you’d landed on. With a frustrated sigh and a bit of determination, you crawled towards your phone and grabbed it, unlocking it to see if there was anything new to look at. Nothing new, just a bunch of spam and nonsense. Nothing from him. 

You glanced at the time on your phone and then slowly sat up, looking out the window that was nearest you, grunting at the sight of the sun setting in the distance. 

He should be home soon. You hoped so at least. You needed to give him space and respect his boundaries after all, but you couldn’t help your inner feelings. The need to protect and care. EIjiro could handle himself but he was just too damn nice sometimes, too nice for his own good. What if someone were to take advantage of that? 

You’ve seen it happen so many times and each time you were there to rescue him and give the criminal a piece of your mind. But… was that truly a good thing? Was it the right thing? Were you hurting Eijiro more than actually helping him? 

You sat there for about an hour, simply pondering the self-deprecating thoughts you had that made you doubtful about your mission and purpose in the relationship you had with him, the sky growing darker with each minute you sat there. There was no sound and you had not moved from your spot, your body beginning to cramp from sitting on the floor too long in the same position, but that didn’t matter to you, you were too busy being deep in thought, darkness beginning to fill the living room. 

Time had gone by without you acknowledging it and soon enough, the front door to your apartment had been unlocked and opened. 

“Why’s it so dark in here? Y/N? Where are you?” Eijiro spoke into the darkness and then came into the apartment, shutting the door behind him before kicking off his shoes. The rustling of a plastic bag could be heard and then some more fidgeting, the smell of food wafting in the silent apartment. “I brought food,” he announced and then moved his hand towards the light switch that was nearby the door, flicking it on. 

“OH! Fuck, you scared me,” he cursed, noticing where you had planted yourself in front of the sofa. Sure, he could smell that you were there but he was pretty much blind in the dark and hadn’t noticed your sitting form until the room and hallway filled with light.

No response. 

This caused the hybrid to frown before setting the bag down on the table nearby, sitting down beside you on the floor with a worried look on his face. He observed your dissociative state and then poked your side, watching as you shivered and seemed to come back down from whatever planet you’d transferred to. 

“Eiji? When’d you get back?”

“Eiji? When’d you get back?”

“Eiji? When’d you get back?”

“Few minutes ago. Whatcha thinkin’ about, lil’ gem?” 

Out of habit, you grabbed one of his beefy arms and lifted it to insert yourself against his side, leaning your cheek against him before sighing and relaxing in his hold. He allowed you to move his arm around and then began to gingerly brush his thumb over a part of your arm he could reach, pulling you a bit closer to him. 

“I’msorryaboutearlierpleasedontbemadatmeanymore,” you mumbled, jumbling all of your words together into an almost incoherent single world. 

“Huh?” He questioned, not understanding a thing you had just said to him. 

Groaning in anger you clenched your fist but then relaxed, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath as you calmed down before repeating yourself, “I’m sorry about earlier… I shouldn’t have reacted that way. I didn’t mean to put you in such an uncomfortable place.”

Silently gawking at your words, the redhead was a bit surprised by your words, processing them rather slowly before he cleared his throat and then leaned over to kiss the top of your head. 

“I forgive you. I know that you were only trying to protect me. I’m sorry for wandering off like that after, uh, saying all of that stuff. I shouldn’t have dumped all of that on you, I just- I shouldn’t have burst out at you like that, today’s just been shitty and I was keeping it all in but that’s no excuse for me blowing up on you like that when all you wanted to do was protect me.”

After hearing this, you leaned back and looked at him, noticing that he was looking down at his lap and biting down harshly on his lip which was a nasty nervous habit he’d developed which usually led to him injuring himself. 

Sighing, you reached up and grabbed his chin, tugging on it a little to force him away from biting his lip, “Stop doing that. You know you end up nearly chewing your lip off when you bite it. I’m not mad or anything about you getting angry. You’ve got every right. Just tell me what happened, you know you can tell me anything.” 

You then scooted over before patting your lap, silently telling him to lay his head down on your lap so he could tell you about his day, which he gladly obliged to do.  

Once his head was comfortably placed in your lap you began to gently stroke his locks which he didn’t bother to gel up today for some reason, leaving his long hair down and flowing over his shoulders. You never failed to notice how pretty he was, it kind of made you jealous sometimes but also proud. 

“Alright, let ‘er rip,' ' you hummed, looking down at the man in your lap, brushing his bangs out of his face, “Don’t leave anything out, and don’t give me that nonsense about you not being the type to complain. As I said, you can tell me anything and everything.” 

Eijiro signed and then slowly nodded his head before he relaxed into your touch, starting to talk about the events that led up to his outburst from earlier. 

… 

“What do you mean some bitch told you to consider getting your teeth filed down? I need names, an address, a number, anything- I’ll beat her ass,” you grumbled, anger swelling up inside of you as you continued to pet and stroke Eijiro’s hair in the most gentle way you could manage. 

“Y/N, please, it was just a random customer. I actually laughed afterward because I couldn’t believe how bold she was, I aspire to be the same way,” he joked, chest shaking a little from his silent laughter. 

You looked at his expression and then pouted before cupping his cheeks, squishing them together so you could get a better look at his sharp teeth that looked rather deadly. “Nothing’s wrong with your teeth. I like how sharp they are, kinda reminds me of blades. It’s like you’ve got guillotine teeth.”

“... Was that supposed to be a compliment? Really gotta work on that, babe.”

“I’m trying my best, okay?! I want to be more creative with my compliments! I can’t just call you pretty all the time,” you grumbled, jutting out your lower lip before scowling at him. 

A grin made its way onto the hybrid’s face and he blushed faintly at the compliment before speaking up, “Who says I get tired of you callin’ me pretty? I think it’s pretty manly.”

Chuckling at his reddened cheeks you leaned over and pressed a few kisses onto his lips before cooing at him, “You’re manly my big shark.” 

You then seemed to remember something quite important, looking up to the untouched bag of food on the table, “Ah, I guess we should eat before the food gets too cold.” 

As you reach towards the table to grab one of the containers, he loosely grabs your wrist and tugs your hand down, placing a kiss on the back of it before he sits up and smiles at you with that adorable smile of his that makes you melt every time.

 “I love you.”

“Tch, you better… I love you too.”

…

The next day was like all the others,  you did what you did every morning. Woke up, got ready, ate whatever Eijiro whipped up in a hurry, dropped Eijiro off, and then went to work. It was honest work, no matter how often you wished that you could stay home and rest in your bed for the rest of eternity. 

Today was an especially busy day for a certain shark man. Much to your dismay, he had taken up several jobs claiming that it was because he wanted to entertain himself. Truth be told, your salary was more than enough to sustain the both of you and much more but you weren’t going to stop him from having his freedom. You may have been his owner on paper and in the system but that didn’t mean he could have his freedom stripped away from him. Even if that meant he had to wear that ridiculously tacky collar everywhere that reminded you that people did not consider him an equal. 

Enough of that. Eijiro wasn’t thinking of that, he was more focused on arranging this new flower order he’d been tasked to complete by his boss who was a sweet little old lady who would occasionally pinch his cheeks and give him fresh baked goods. 

Sticking the tip of his tongue out of the corner of his mouth he fidgeted with the tiny flowers, cursing at himself when he was a little too rough with a few stems and leaves. It was certainly a sight. A big burly man such as himself handles such delicacies as if they were made of glass, going against the very stereotypes that bound him to unrealistic ideals. 

He was currently in the back of the shop, clipping the stem ends and placing the flowers into a fancy-looking vase. To top it off, he tied a bow around the vase and sighed as he observed his handy work with a little smile, proud of what he’d accomplished. Scooping the vase up, he started making his way up to the front to show his work off to the sweet old lady but was suddenly filled with anxiety when he heard some unfamiliar and rude voices speaking, accompanied by Miss Nagatoru.

“Please, give me a little more time. I’ll have your payment by the end of the week,” the older woman pleaded, looking at the gangsters in suits who eyed her displeased expression, her wrinkled hands interlocked with each other. 

The leader, a wolf hybrid with gray ears sticking atop his head and a swaying bushy tail spoke up, “You told us that same shitty thing last week, lady. We’re gettin’ real tired of having to come back here and get what you owe us. This is the Lupos territory now. Maybe it’s time we give ya a little incentive… Boys.”

A few snickers come from the three men behind him and they begin to wreak havoc on the front of the shop, tossing flowers around, dropping glassware onto the floor. Miss Nagatoru began to tremble worriedly, unable to say anything as she watched her shop get destroyed. 

“STOP! What the hell are you doing?” Eijiro suddenly shouted, anger taking over him as he suddenly set the vase he was holding down onto the nearest surface, farthest away from the destruction. 

“Eh? Who’s this?” The leader says, sniffing the air for a moment as he tries to gauge what kind of creature EIjiro was. His pupils blew out for a second and then he smirked, tail swishing around behind him before he bared his canines at the redhead, “Oh no, fishy fish boy is angry. What’s wrong? Gonna bite me-” 

THWACK

CRASH

He doesn’t know what’s taken over him but Eijiro’s pissed and he can’t hold back, not when they’re bullying his sweet little boss. They deserve an ass whooping and he was going to give it to him. Surely, Y/N was rubbing off on him since he’d just punched the shit out of the wolf hybrid… right through the shop’s front window. 

The hybrid's underlings are finally aware of this terrifying predator who’s just incapacitated their leader and they all go at him at the same time, aiming for whatever they can reach to knock him down a peg. 

Suddenly, a full-blown brawl is taking place between Eijiro and three gangsters. A flurry of fists is all that’s seen, the sound of fists against skin is cringeworthy but Eijiro is holding his own, taking these three idiots on with little to no effort, hardly breaking a sweat, all while wearing his cute little baby shark apron. What a sight. 

With a few uppercuts and a brain-rattling jab to the chin he’s knocked two out and has one left to deal with. However, seeing that he has no other choice, the wannabe gangster suddenly pulls out a blade and does some kind of fancy trick with it to intimidate Eijiro. That doesn’t work, not even in the slightest. 

At this point, a crowd had formed not too far from the scene, people watching in shock and surprise at what had unfolded in front of them, some shop owners from nearby had even stepped out of their businesses to have a look at the cause of the ruckus. A few people had called the authorities, especially after seeing the weapon being presented. 

“You shouldn’t have messed with Lupos! You’re gonna regret it, sharky,” the man barked, swinging the knife around before he charged at Eijiro. 

Perhaps it was because he wasn’t used to fighting but he didn’t expect the knife to be pulled out like this. He had seen you fight against a guy once who pulled out a knife, watching as you skillfully had broken the knife from his hand and punched his lights out but- he couldn’t replicate your technique. He had to think of something and fast! Unfortunately, he had been too caught up in his thoughts and that left him unguarded and open until the very last second when he had raised his hand to block the blade from entering any vital areas of his body. Instead, the knife had impaled his hand which earned a pained hiss from the shark hybrid as well as a few gasps from the bystanders who’d been watching so closely. 

Red. All he could see was red. And before he knew it or before he could even control his instincts, he made an animalistic sound of challenge before grabbing the front of the man’s shirt with his uninjured hand, lifting him off his feet which truly emphasized the obvious size difference as Eijiro glanced down at him and asked in a near murderous tone, voice dropping down a few octaves, “Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to mess with knives if you don’t know how to use ‘em?”

Not waiting for a response, he released the man and then proceeded to punch him right out of the window and on top of the pile of his other fallen comrades. 

One can only imagine the uneasiness the authorities had felt when they’d finally arrived on the scene, unsure of the true details of what had happened. All they had been told was that a hybrid was going on a rampage in a flower shop and was scaring the nice people in this district which was enough for them to have reasonable cause to come and investigate. 

Even more frightening was the state of the scene and the look of the hybrid in question as well as the fallen victims of his fists. However, that was not what made them suddenly draw their weapons. 

“Drop your weapon! DO IT NOW OR WE HAVE REASON TO FIRE!” 

Eijiro’s reddened vision had dissipated completely at this point and was quickly replaced with confusion and shock, noticing that several officers were now pointing special grade tasers at him meant to take predator hybrids like him down. 

Weapon? What are they even… He then looked down at his hand. Ah, that’s right. He still had a knife through his hand. How was he even going to explain this? It was bad enough that they had caught him in such an unappealing light. Surely, he could explain himself! Right…?

“Wait! I don’t have a weapon, I was stabbed in the hand,” he quickly tried to explain and raised his hands a little too fast because the next thing he knew he was being hit by an unbearable amount of electricity that caused his muscles and body to shake and jolt around. He lost his footing and then fell onto the shop floor, eliciting a scream from the older woman who had been standing nearby, watching everything unfold. She had been unable to say anything until this point. 

“Eijiro!” Miss Nagatoru suddenly said, rushing to his side before an officer spoke up, “Ma’am! Stay back! We need to apprehend the suspect!”

The old woman scoffed and then pointed a finger at the one who had made such a wrongful accusation, “He is no such thing! He protected me! You tased him for no reason! You should be ashamed of yourselves!”

“M-miss… Nagatoru,” a voice spoke up suddenly, struggling to use his vocal cords. The older woman looked down and saw that Eijiro was staring up at her, eyes half-lidded as he tried to hold onto his consciousness for a little longer. Against the wishes of the officers, she quickly knelt by his side and grabbed her hand, “Yes dear? What do you need?”

“Call… Call Y/N… please,” he pleaded, his voice cracking ever so slightly before his body betrayed him and a single tear ran down his face and fit the tile floor, everything suddenly turning black. 

HAHAHAHAHAHAH cliffhanger :V I am enjoying myself quite a bit. anywhoms, the taglist is still open so please do tell me if you wish to be added so that you can be kept up to date with each published chapter

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[elitheaceofalltrades]

The Almost Gone - Game Review

Note: This review contains spoilers

I got this game in the HumbleBundle Amazing Adventures Bundle. Before this, I'd never heard of it so I went in mostly blind and with not much thoughts or opinions outside of "the art look cute" and "the concept seems cool". So let's get into the review.

The Almost Gone was a pretty short game, it took me approx. 3 hours to play in it's entirety(3 hours exact according to steam). The Game consisted of 5 Acts/Chapters and once you completed a stage, you could not go back.

The Good:

The art was absolutely gorgeous. I loved the art style, the colour palette, everything. The artists can definitely give themselves a pat on the back

The music was another highlight. I'll be honest, I'm a bit of a coward so "eeire instrumental" isn't my usual jam but the music was genuinely beautiful and really helped set the overall vibe of the game

The puzzles were engaging and difficult enough to make you think but not so difficult as to make you throw up your hands and give up. I was slightly worried that 5 chapters of a point and click game might get boring but the puzzle weren't repetitive at all and nothing felt too easy or too hard

I also have to give kudos to the creators for the handling of sensitive topics. Despite dealing with some heavy stuff, nothing was ever graphic so more sensitive games shouldn't have a problem. The most graphic thing was the police car in a tree (shown below), everything else was just inferred.

The Bad:

The ending left a lot of questions unanswered. As we go through the game we piece together the life of the MC, Emily, and her family. While it's expected for there to be some confusion initalliy with these kind of game, you generally assume that by the end you'll have a cohesive idea of what happened. That was not the case in the almost gone. Chapter 1 - 4 gives us the following information:

Chapter 1 set "a moment after" - We start off in Emily's home and we learn about her relationship with her parents and their terrible relationship with each other. It's a bit of a cliche, her parents work too much, they fight all the time, the mother is diagnosed with depression and mixes her meds with alcohol and also filed for divorce and full custody.

Chapter 2 set "an hour after" - We move outside and into the neighbourhood where we learn bits and pieces about the neighbours as well as discover that there was some sort of accident (it's where the cop car in the tree is set). We do not know exactly what happened, we just see the aftermath of it.

Chapter 3 set "30 years before" - We learn backstory about Emily's paternal grandparents. Her grandfather was an architect whose design collapsed, killing 8 people, which led to lawsuits and hatemail. He was also abusive and locked her grandmother and father in the basement. We also learn that her dad was lowkey kind of a psychopath, since we find animal bones in his childhood closet and it was implied that he killed them. One of the clues we discover also happen to be a skeleton key that unlocks all the doors in the grandparent's apartment but also has the pun of actually being made from a bird skeleton, again it's inferred by her father.

Chapter 4 set "one year after" - We learn about Emily's mother and her time at a mental hospital and the horrors endured there by her and the other patients. It is also implied that her mother died at this hospital though nothing graphic is depicted. There is no body or anything, we just enter the morgue to see one of the plaques has her mother's room number on it.

Now all of this was well and good and interesting, however the problem comes with chapter 5. I was expecting chapter 5 to be a conclusion which tied together the story in a neat little bow instead it ended up being more of an epilogue where Emily reaches a tree house her father built for her, lays down in bed and says she wants to sleep and then it cuts to credits. It was great to uncover the mystery of who is emily and what happened to her but instead of getting that "aha" moment where it all comes together you're left with your little notepad of disjointed information. I inferred from the sleep as well as the strikethrough in almost that Emily has now passed on and we were in some weird in between state. However I have seen some others question is we were playing while Emily was in a coma and it ended with her waking up. I disagree since "things ending with a character going to sleep" has always been a metaphor for death but to each his own. So while I can be satisfied that in knowing that Emily died, I spent 3 hours playing a game and I cannot tell you know. We know there was an accident that ended with one police car in a tree, another car on fire and death in the neighbourhood but what exactly caused the accident? why the police were in the area to begin with? what happened? We get no answers what so ever. We also have no idea what happened to her father. There are some videos, threads and posts out there that try to piece together a cohesive narrative of what exactly happened but from the game itself we have no clear answer. I think that in trying to not be too graphic about certain things that the creators ended up being too vague on details and that's why we're left with a lot of questions.

In conclusion? I gave The Almost Gone 3 out of 5 stars. The game was beautiful and interesting but the payoff did not match it's potential and in trying to not be too graphic, the creators ended up being too vague on important parts of the story.

Final Rating:⭐⭐⭐

~Eli

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[dreamy-hearts]

the living tombstone kinda popped off with discord not gonna lie

#yeah its nearly 4am and ive listened to it three times in a row #lately ive been spending a lot of mental energy trying to figure out what is wrong with me #anyways #i think my dog had a nightmare #and now hes just sitting ontop of me #yeah he might be crushing my bones but #im a MOTHER i have to comfort him #lowkey i just heard my closet door move #im going to start crying #why ddi it move #huh??? hello??????? #i hope theres a cute girl in there #damn baby ahaha wyd in my closet its okay u can come oht #noo dont hixe in my closet youre so sexy haha #r.txt

[nctsworld]

two nights, one you

✩‌ jaemin ‌x‌ ‌reader‌ ‌|‌ fuckboy!jaemin | strangers (who f*ck) to (brief) enemies to lovers | ‌10.9k 

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ a last-minute one night stand gone awry is extended into two nights when you’re snowed in at the cute (but rude) stranger’s apartment on christmas eve. [loosely based on the movie, two night stand] // part of the x-mas in ncity collection  GENRES ⇾ crack | smut | fluff  WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌lots of bickering and dialogue, smut, oral s*x (f and m receiving), fingering, mentions of alcohol/drinking, swearing, bit of angst before the end, jaemin’s an asshole... or is he? RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ explicit TAGLIST ⇾‌ @infnteen​ 

AUTHOR’S NOTE ⇾ it’s late (and long fsldkm), srysry but here it is! i hope the humour comes out in this and look away if falls flat zzz fingers crossed that i can finish the last two installments for this collection asap! 

⇾ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

Maybe it’s because it’s the evening of Christmas Eve Eve and you’re feeling more lonely than usual.

Maybe it’s due to the two glasses of wine you guzzled down in the span of fifteen minutes that get you buzzed.

Maybe it’s your prominent six-month dry spell and you’re in desperate need for some much needed rain in your drought.    

Or maybe it’s just pure impulsiveness.

Regardless of the reasons, you’re aiming to get laid tonight.  

It’s 9:45pm as you make the rounds on Tinder. You’ve used it in the past, searching for a relationship in vain, but haven’t used it much since you broke up with your last partner. Bringing the app alive again, you’re already bombarded by distasteful messages, off-putting one-liners and jokes, and swiping left more than you’d like.

You haven’t had a one-night stand before, but isn’t there anyone on here that is just a little bit attractive, nearby where you are, around your age, and is somewhat chivalrous about the topic besides saying DTF? Maybe you need to lower your standards if you want to get dicked down tonight.

But then, you land on him.

One Na Jaemin, 20 years old, and only four miles away from you.

Scrolling through his profile pictures and Instagram feed, you assume that he’s into photography, is on the athletic side from the various hobbies he partakes in, and he must be at least half-aware of his beauty because there’s the occasional pic that shows off his lean, toned arms, which, if you can be frank, is more flattering than the shirtless ones you constantly see. Oh, and he attends the same university as you.

The cherry on top? His bio is simple and upfront:

“Not up for anything serious, but always down for a good time ;)”

You swipe right without hesitation.

“It’s a Match!” flashes instantly at you. Your mouth swings open in disbelief.  

Usually, you’d wait for your matches to message you and play hard-to-get, but not tonight. Tonight, you’re initiating and leading all the conversations, completely driven by your thirst.  

Messaging Jaemin is a breeze. He types with more than half a brain, and he flirts, but it isn’t overwhelming or repulsive. Segueing the current topic, you drag your bottom lip upward as you send the following message:  

so, hypothetically... if one were to have good time with you would tonight work?

Not even twenty seconds later and he replies with:

-wow, dont you go straight to the point -im impressed -but yeah -tonight works ;)

He’s quick to send his address.

-let me know when ur here and ill come get you out front!

Smacking your lips together, you squeal to yourself in the comfort of your home, excited to meet with him, but then a thought hangs over you—this feels a little too good to be true. Horrible scenarios run through your head, so your fingers dash across your phone’s keyboard:

tbh i haven’t really done this b4 so im kinda new to this is it ok if we video call or smth? gotta make sure you’re real and not a serial killer i’m sure you understand 😛

-for sure for sure -totally get it -ive had my fair share of fake girls and serial killers so i feel u 😛

Grateful for his consideration, you rush to rearrange your hair after you send him a Zoom link, hoping you look decent enough to not have him back off from his initial offer. He appears in the video call on his phone with the front-facing camera on a few seconds after you connect.

“Hi,” you chirp.

A corner of his mouth lifts. “Hey.”  

Okay, he’s definitely cuter in real-time than in his pictures.  

“You know, I’m not gonna lie, but I lowkey expected to see a dick or something,” you joke in an attempt to dispel your nervousness.  

“Same,” he chuckles, running a hand through his black hair.

Oh God, he’s not just cute—he’s devastatingly gorgeous.

“So, this is my place...”

Jaemin moves around with his apartment in the background, revealing his living room first. Envy prods you as you note the brick walls, high ceiling windows, and well-appointed furnishings.

Recalling his address, you ask, “How’d you get a place in the heart of the city?”

“Lucked out,” he shrugs. His phone shakes a bit as he’s still moving. “My friend slash roommate—who is at his girlfriend’s place tonight, so we have the place all to ourselves—his parents own the condo and they gave me a friend discount on the rent.”

He finally stands in one place and turns the light on to reveal a room. “And this is my bedroom.”

Nothing out of the ordinary. A desk table with a gaming set-up, in tow with a gamer chair, and a decently-sized bed beside a nightstand.

“Oh, and here’s my closet.” Jaemin’s on the move again as he opens his closet doors. “Just to make sure you don’t think I hide the skins of my past one-nighters in here.”

A bubbly laugh rises from you. “Okay, I didn’t think of that before, but now you’ve planted the seed in my head. Maybe you hide them in the other rooms.”

“Nah, my roommate would kill me if I did.”

Both of you laugh in unison, and you bob your head with puffed cheeks.  

“Okay, it all seems very promising. I’m going to get ready and I’ll guess I’ll see you in a bit, Jaemin.”

“Sounds good,” Jaemin nods, then winks. Although you’re sitting down, he’s still able to get you weak in the knees. “See you soon.”

You end the call and rush to bundle up for the snow starting to come down outside. A twenty-minute train ride later, you’re at the front door of a rustic, industrial apartment complex. After informing Jaemin you’re outside, you glance up at the snowflakes falling from the dark pink-grey sky, anticipating for what comes next.

Sex with a hot guy, what can go wrong?  

So, you must’ve jinxed it because the sex is...  

Unsatisfying. Finished faster than you’d like it to be. Sadly, overall disappointing. If you had to rate it, three out of five stars, at best.

But hey, he came, and you sort of did, and it wasn’t the worst sex you’ve ever had. It half-quenched your dry spell.

And enough happened that it tired you out, leaving you passed out in the handsome stranger’s bed until morning.

In the morning, your eyes slowly flicker, unused to the foreign, sweet scent engulfing you in your bed. Correction: Jaemin’s bed.

Your eyes flicker faster as you glance through the almost wall-sized window. The snow hasn’t let up from last night. On the contrary, it seems like it’s snowing non-stop. You groan at the thought of going home in this weather.

The bed is without Jaemin’s presence as you reach for your phone on the nightstand. 10:36AM and a few notifications greet you. You rub your eyes and start combing through them, rising upward to sit up on the bed.

“Morning. You’re finally up.”

Peering up from your device, Jaemin’s standing by the door with folded arms. His plain sweater and sweatpants match the colour of his hair. The dazzling smile he gives is so contagious, you’re not even conscious of catching one too.  

“Out you go.”

You blink.

Once, twice, and then you tilt your head as you stare blankly at him, uncertain if you heard him correctly.

After a few moments, because you’re not moving an inch, his smile dissipates and he cocks an eyebrow in expectancy. A serious expression rolls over his face.  

Suddenly, Jaemin strolls to the side of the bed and hitches his thumb towards the door.

You definitely heard him right.

And he’s dead-serious.

You replay the video call from last night, dissecting how you thought he was nice and funny and—

Realization dawns on you.

Why would you expect anything more from a two-faced fuck boy?

Still awestruck by the situation, you’re still solid as a statue, so Jaemin takes matters into his own hands and grasps you by your elbow, casually dragging you from his bed like he’s taking out the trash.  

“What the fuck?!” you screech.

“C’mon, let’s go. Out out.”

“My clothes, though!” you protest in the middle of the hallway. He sighs in frustration, scurries to the bedroom, and returns with a small pile in his arms, then continues to drag you to the front door.  

“Are you always this pleasant with your guests the morning after?” you rage, putting on the rest of your clothes by the door. “You don’t even have the decency to offer me tea or coffee?”

“This was a one-night stand, not a bed and breakfast, sunshine,” he says as he watches you put your shoes on. He’s folding his arms again and leaning against the wall, his attitude dripping with smug. If he wasn’t a stranger, you’d punch it off his face. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were new to this, huh?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“It means you’re a borderline virgin who needs to toodle-loo, get going and gone because you’re overstaying your welcome as we speak.”

Finishing putting on your coat, you’re fuming as your jaw hangs at the personal jab over your skills in bed. Jaemin swings the door open and shoves you through it.

“But I’ll admit, it was still nice having sex with you!” he chimes with a sickening grin and a hand on the door.  

“Aw, thanks asshole, wish I could say the same,” you sarcastically reply, resting a palm upon your chest.  

He scoffs. “From what I heard last night, I think I can confidently say that you had a great time.”

Flashbacks replay in your mind of your screaming fest from underneath him. Little did Jaemin actually know—

“You know, for someone who I assume has many one-night stands,” you spit with squinted eyes. “I’m surprised you can’t tell when girls fake it.”

You must’ve hit a sore spot because he grinds his teeth and you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

Oh yeah, you’re definitely the winner in this fight.

“Okay, you know what, Merry Christmas and fuck you. Have a great life!”

“Fuck you, dickface. Wishing you a miserable Christmas!”

With a bitter smile, you flip him off as he slams the door in your face.

Carrying a basket filled with dirty clothes, Jaemin’s on the way down to the laundry room in the basement of his apartment with his shoulder scrunched up, squeezing his phone to his ear.

“Bro, she had the audacity to say that I didn’t make her come when she was screaming my God damn ear off—”

As he steps down the short flight of stairs and passes by the foyer area by the main entrance to the building, he notices you’re still here.

“Shit, uh, Jeno,” he mumbles. “I’m gonna have to call you back.”

He stuffs his phone into the pocket of his sweats and calls out to you as he strides closer. “Are you resorting to stalking me by my front door now?”

With crossed arms, you peer over your shoulder, eyes full of bitterness.

“Like I wanna be anywhere near you right now,” you grumble. You jerk your head towards the thick, wooden door. “It’s jammed from the snow.”

The laundry carrier shakes his head and places the basket onto the floor. “A little snow never hurt anyone. You’re probably just too weak.”

Stepping aside and holding out an arm, you signal for him to give it a try.

Jaemin twists the handle and, lo and behold, it doesn’t open. His forehead crinkles as he tries again and again, using more force each time.

Glancing through one of the partially frosted windows adjacent to the sides of the door, he notices the snow has piled enormously high, almost to the height of his chest.

“Well, shit.”  

Reluctantly, Jaemin brings you back to his apartment. You’re technically his guest and if he left you in the foyer to freeze, trouble would surely come his way, whether it be in the form of his landlords (also known as his roommate’s parents) or the police.

Without a word, he settles a spoon in a bowl, a carton of milk, and a box of cereal onto the small kitchen table.

At first, you stare at it venomously in rejection, thinking you can easily last a day without any hand-outs from this son of a bitch, but your stomach roars ferociously three seconds later.

As you chew across from him, you enjoy the company of your phone over him, while he does the same but with a cup of coffee in hand.

After finishing your food, you adamantly place your phone down and lean back into the chair, boring holes into his head.

“Why are you such an asshole?” you seethe observantly.

“Why are you such a bitch?” he retorts, not pulling his gaze away from his phone.

“Because you started it,” you say slowly, stating the obvious.

“No, you.”

You sigh defeatedly at his childish behaviour. The weather apps predict the snow will (hopefully) die down by tomorrow morning, thus you’re officially stuck with him for the next twenty-four hours or so. Your hands rake through your hair.

“Whether we like it or not, the snow isn’t going away until tomorrow. Merry Christmas Eve to us, I guess.”

He’s still glued to his phone. You exhale another sigh.

“Since we’re not getting out of this until then, can we just...” You soften your voice. “Start over?”

His eyes are still on the screen, but from the way his shoulders tense and how he stops scrolling, you know he’s considering your proposition.

“At least call a stalemate over this.” You drift your hand in the air, gesturing between you and him.

Blowing out air and shaking his head, he rests his phone onto the table.

“Fine.”

He crosses his arms, imitating you, and the two of you sit there, staring at each other in a long silence.  

One minute, to be exact.

You’re the one to break the silence game by running your hands over your face, letting out a hybrid of a groan and laugh.

“God, the fact that we had sex makes this kinda awkward, huh?”

Jaemin’s exterior melts slightly, letting out a snicker. He shrugs, “Then let’s just pretend that we didn’t have sex.”

“We can’t just pretend that we didn’t have sex,” you say, holding two upturned palms near your face.

“We did it, it’s done. I’ve seen your penis, you kicked me out, and you labelled me a prude—” You dart a finger towards him. “—which I am far from, by the way. All of those are pretty huge things.”

One of the corners of his mouth raises high. “Are you saying my penis is huge?”

“No, the implication of said penis is huge. Wipe that smirk off your face.”

He stretches an arm, holding an imaginary microphone to your face. “Do you deny that my penis is huge?”

Rolling your eyes, you swat his fist away. “What am I, on trial here?”

“Do you plead the fifth then?”

Annoyed, you roll your eyes again. Why do you get the feeling that you’re probably going to be doing this a lot more today? Another feeling tells you that if you don’t answer his question, he’ll probably pester you until you do.

You tilt your head side to side. “It’s... decently sized.”

“Bigger or smaller than average?”

“Perfect...” His eyes light up. “...ly average.” And a frown rolls over.

He squints his eyes accusingly at your sneer. “Are you lying like you did before about faking it?”

You scoff. “I wasn’t lying about faking it, and I’m not lying now about your average sized dick.”

Jaemin releases a disgruntled grumble and lifts his cup to his face. You notice he likes to take his coffee black and bitter, presumably like his heart.

“So, Miss I’m-Not-A-Prude-and-I’ve-Definitely-Had-Sex-Before.” His eyebrows perk up on the word definitely. “What’s your story? Why the last minute one-night stand?”

Shrugging your shoulders to your ears, you reply, “Haven’t had sex in a while.”

“When’s the last time you had sex?” he asks mid-sip.

“Half a year ago,” you respond nonchalantly, perching your chin into your palms.

Jaemin immediately chokes, almost spraying the coffee through his nose.

“Half a year?!” he gasps. It takes him a few hits to his chest to dispel the coughing. “Six months?!”

“Wow, you can count!” you exclaim in a condescending tone. You change the position of your hands so that your chin is now atop of the back of your curled fingers and tilt your head. “Can you also spell?”

“As a premed student, I can assure you that I am capable of doing both,” he says with a slight strain due to the coughing fit. The humble brag brings on another eye roll. Of course he’s a premed student with the attitude he wears.

“It’s just—” He clears his throat and swallows the last bit of coffee stuck in his windpipe. “—The last time I had a dry spell was for like, a month, tops.”

So the fuckboy gets laid way more on the daily than you expect. You’re torn between being envious over how much action he gets in comparison to you, or remorseful, since you’re now just one of the many notches on his bedpost.

No matter, sarcasm is always the best defence mechanism.

“Good for you, Jaemin. I’m sure you’re very proud of that.”

There’s an awkward beat. His head hangs for a moment while his thumbs stroke the sides of his cup. A strange pinch of guilt occurs. Did you overstep an unspoken line? But then he drags himself back to reality in a heartbeat.

Jaemin brings the cup to his mouth again, mumbling, “At least the sex on your part makes more sense now; you’re rusty as fuck.”

Completely aware of what he said, you trash your guilt entirely and narrow your eyes. “What did you just say?”

Following a long sip, he hums, “Mmm, nothing.” Soon after, he stands up with his cup.

“I’m gonna go game now. Feel free to watch Netflix on the TV and stay in the living room.”

As if you had anywhere else to go...  

He begins to walk towards his room as you mutter under your breath, “I’m not a dog.”

“Says the bitch,” he pipes up, taking you by surprise.  

“Thought we had a stalemate?!” you shout, leaning your head forward as you watch him entering his room.  

“Doesn’t mean we’re on peaceful terms!” he sing-shouts.

The flinging of the closed door echoes throughout the apartment.

Regret surges through you. You just had to choose a fuckboy fluent in assholery and end up incidentally being isolated with him during a snow storm on Christmas Eve.

You wonder if you can handle being around him for the next twenty-four hours without killing him first.

During the afternoon, you’re on the living room couch, playing a show as mostly background noise while you’re on your phone. At one point, your phone unsurprisingly begins to die and you tread over to Jaemin’s door to ask for a charger and if you can also take a shower. He’s still annoyed by your existence, but at least he hands you a charger and lets you know where the extra towels are.

Stepping into the living room with the towel in your hand as you dry your hair off, you peer out the large living room window and see nothing but white engulfing the streets and buildings as far as the eye can see.

You pray the snow will eventually stop as soon as possible so you can head back home.

By the middle of the afternoon, Jaemin emerges from his bedroom and shocks you by plopping down on the opposite end of the living room couch from where you’re sitting.

“Bored?” you ask, eyes fixated on the TV screen.

“Nope,” he replies, popping the p as he says it. His slings his arm around the top of the couch.

“Gotta keep an eye on you in case you do something.” Turning away from the screen, he faces you and motions circles with his hand. “You’ve got a little crazy in you, I can feel it.”

You quickly glance over at him, but try to refocus on the TV. “Need I remind you that you’re the crazy one, dragging me out of the apartment right as I woke up.”

That compels him to turn his whole body towards you. “Well, you’re the one who wanted a last-minute one-night stand.”

You match his stance. “As if I’m the first girl in your bed to stay in the morning?”

“Actually, yeah.” He aggressively tilts his head to one side. “Most girls leave before I even get up. The other percentage don’t fight me when I ask for them to go, so it looks like you’re the odd one out.”  

You press your lips together, refusing to admit that maybe he has a point, under the assumption that he’s telling the truth.

Jaemin twists his body back to the screen and adds, “I make it very clear on my profile that I don’t do morning afters, sweetheart.”

And you agree that his profile is clear about his intentions, but that doesn’t mean you can condone his shitty behaviour.

“Well, sorry that I expected just an ounce of respect instead of getting kicked to the curb after you stuck your dick in me,” you grumble, shifting back to the show and crossing your arms.

“Morning afters lead to attachments, and attachments lead to feelings, and feelings lead to relationships,” he says the string of words clinically, as if it’s a mantra that he lives by.

Your eyebrows knit together as you whip your head towards him once more, studying him.

“And what’s so wrong with that?”

Deliberately averting your gaze, Jaemin grates his tongue between his teeth, a slight tsk audibly heard, and his chin juts out. There’s definitely a story behind his ways. He huffs and changes the subject.  

“Seriously?” He holds a hand out. “You’re watching this trashy show?”

Squinting your eyes at him, you could probably interrogate him further, but you decide otherwise.  

“It may be trashy,” you concur, looking at the TV. “But it’s my trashy comfort show.”

Following an over-the-top acted out scene between the show’s main love interests, Jaemin shoots up from the couch.

“Yeah, no, I can’t handle this. Can we either put on something else or game or something?”

“Why don’t you go back to your room to game, Mr. I’m-Not-Bored?”

“Like I said, I gotta keep an eye on you,” he says while bending over in front of the TV, already setting up the Playstation. He tosses you a controller as he strides to his side of the couch again.

He mumbles to himself, “Need to make sure you don’t go crazy from the lack of human interaction.”

Either Jaemin is selfish and only looking out for himself, or he wants to make sure you’re not feeling lonely in a stranger’s home.

Likely the first reason, you deduce—because why would a guy like Jaemin care about a mere one-night stand?

Admittedly, you’re not the best at games, especially at fighting ones. You can comprehend the move lists, but you like to live by button smashing the controller and repeating moves over and over.  

So it’s hilarious when you beat Jaemin every round with your surprisingly fruitful technique.

“Okay, this is bullshit,” Jaemin complains, sticking his tongue out in irritation. His ass is currently being handed to him on a plate again since you’re almost done killing his character off. “You must be lying to me; you have to be a pro player or some shit.”

Jaemin’s health bar is dangerously low as your character jabs his with a sword. He winces out loud and you snicker.

“Why do you think I always lie about everything?! Dude, you have serious trust issues,” you joke before you steal the opportunity to slice his character. One more hit and he’s done for.

“I do not! I just—nooo!”

You rise to your feet and pump your arms in the air, turning in circles in joy over yet another win.

Sulking, Jaemin eyes your little dance from his end on the couch, but as he watches you more, a feeling balloons in his chest. Something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Finally coming down from your post-win high, you spot an emerging grin from the corner of your eye, making you pause.    

“What?” you eye him suspiciously.

Your suspicion pops the sensation in his chest and, like a fish out of water, his eyes widen and his grin melts away.

“Nothing, uhm.” He ruffles his eyebrows and palms the back of his neck, quickly facing the TV. “Let’s go one more round and then we can switch to another game—”

Suddenly, the TV and surrounding lights switch off. Both of you waver your eyes, anticipating for them to come back on, but they unfortunately don’t.  

Jaemin rushes over to the window. When he swivels his head towards you, his face darkens.

“Looks like it’s at least the whole block. The streetlights are out too.”

Without another word, he dashes to the linen closet and brings back several blankets. He calmly explains that there won’t be heat since it’s connected to the electricity, so it’d be best to keep warm with the extra layers.

Not wanting to scare you, he doesn’t add the fact that due to the huge windows in the apartment, more unnecessary cold air will come in, but you’re already cognizant of it from your own logic and since the remaining heat dissolves rapidly.

You groan and retreat into the massive blanket over your shoulders, turtling your head.

You can’t believe you’re going to fucking die in this asshole’s apartment on Christmas Eve.

On the ends of the couch in your makeshift blanket jackets, both of you attend to your phones for a while.

From what people and the news outlets are saying, it’s not just the block, but the whole city grid is out. You frantically text your friends, giving updates on how you are and half-jokingly telling them that you’re going to die with your dreadful one-night stand. Some time passes and Jaemin tosses his phone  off to one side.  

“Well, since there’s nothing else to do and we should probably conserve our phone batteries—” You glance up at him from your phone and pout. Slowly nodding in agreement, you toss it aside too. “—why don’t we play a game of ‘I’ll-Give-You-Pointers-on-How-to-be-Better-in-Bed’?”

A smile burgeons on his irritatingly handsome face and your eyes roll. At this point, you wonder if the reaction is conditioned into you. “It’ll be my early Christmas gift to you.”

“Wow, so thoughtful, how could I ever thank you?” You drag the blanket closer to your chest in false gratitude.

You think for a serious moment if you really want to go through with this. Hearing Jaemin run his mouth on you unwarranted is already painful, but to give him the go-ahead to do so? Especially criticizing your skills in bed?  

You blow out a sigh, noting the slightly visible cloud. You’re grateful Jaemin has thick, downy blankets.  

Well, if you’re going to die, may as well know what went wrong, right?

“Fine, but if we’re playing this game, we have to say everything honestly and take the criticism we get.” You point a stern finger. “No rebuttals, just acceptance.”

“Wait.” Jaemin crinkles his face in genuine confusion as his hand peeks out from his blanket.

“You have things to criticize about me in bed?”

Your lips tremble before you burst into laughter. Displeasure is on Jaemin’s tight-lipped face as you laugh for a while, almost keeling over in your blanket ball onto the hardwood floor. “How conceited are you, oh, my fucking God?”

He slices his hand through the air. “I’ve never had any complaints—”

“Because you’re too busy focusing on your own orgasm, you selfish dickwad,” you say as your laughter dies down.  

He sits in his snit for a few more moments until he gets over it.

“Fine, fine,” he huffs. Jaemin knows he’s not going to enjoy this, but he’s the one who suggested it. He can’t back out now. “Let’s just get this over with, you go first.”

With your blanket held by your chest, you hop off your end of the couch and shuffle over in front of him where he’s seated. Beaming, you begin.

“Let’s start with foreplay.” Jaemin’s eyes light up with confidence, thinking he’s at least decent with that. You crush his expression as your lips purse and you shake your head.

“Non-existent.”

“What do you mean?! I kissed you as you took off your clothes.”

You stick your free hand out from your blanket, extending your index finger.

“One: you only kissed my lips. You know, there are other parts of me to kiss, like, I don’t know, my neck, my arms, my shoulders.”

You extend another finger. “And, two: it’s weird to not help someone take off their clothes. Like you’re in a super rush to get somewhere or something—”

“We’re fucking!” he cuts in sharply. “This is a one-night stand, not a relationship.”

Closing your eyes and dropping your head, you pinch the bridge of your nose. You sigh in exaggeration.

“Thought we agreed no rebuttals...” you softly sing-say.  

Jaemin’s head sinks a little into his blanket. “Sorry.”

Removing your hand, you shrug. “Maybe there’s some rule that I don’t know about one-night stands, so this could be on me.”

You start to aimlessly tread back and forth in front of him, dragging the blanket along too. “But fuck, foreplay is foreplay for a reason. You work your way up to the heat of the moment and it makes sex much better, regardless if you’re in a relationship with the person or not.”

“Next point.” You stop walking and direct your focus on him. Pointing your finger and looking him dead in the eye, you ask, “Do you know what a vagina is?”

He snorts with a simper. “Uhhh, is this a rhetorical question?”

“No, I’m legit asking,” you say with a raised eyebrow and snarky smile. “Because when you went down on me, all you flicked your tongue at was the outside of it, also called the labia if you didn’t know.”

“I’m premed, of course I—”

“Which is great! But you didn’t go any deeper nor did you go near my clit.”

You thrust your finger again. “Do you also know what that is?”

“Yes...” he groans with the flickering eyelids.

You swipe your arm through the air. “Maybe make use of it, and not only when you go down on girls. Even during sex, touching it is great.”

“And lastly,” you continue. “I’ll be honest here, you have a decent dick.”

Jaemin waggles his finger. “So you were lying before—”

“I wasn’t lying,” you retort firmly. “But anyways, you’ve got the stuff, but why don’t you put it to better use?”

With the following words, you attempt to gesture with your body and execute moves as graphic visuals. Jaemin giggles at the sight.

“Vary the speeds and the angle, don’t just slam it in me and go crazy fast from the get-go. Build up to the climax. Jesus, I couldn’t even get close to coming because you’re like a jackhammer from start to finish.”

When you finally finish, Jaemin’s giggles morph into hollow laughs. Frustration is blatant on your face, pondering if he even absorbed a single word you said.  

After he calms down, he asks, “Are you done?”

You mumble, “Yeah, I think so.”

The two of you switch places. He shuffles onto his feet with his blanket while you sit back on the couch.

Jaemin pulls the blanket across the floor as he ambles. “Okay, your head game is decent—”

“Excuse you, my head game is strong.”

“Uh-uh, rebuttal,” he points out.  

You sigh. Pinching your fingers together, you drag the invisible zipper across your mouth, then wave your hand, allowing him to resume.

“Your head game is decent. You definitely can deepthroat, but—” He mirrors you from before and extends his index finger.

“One: this happened only a few times, but your teeth scraped against my dick, which is why I assumed you were a borderline virgin.”

You fume silently at the accusation, attempting to not speak up with a heap of rebuttals. But he wasn’t wrong—if you teethed on his dick, that’s a classic virgin move.

“But that’s okay, because we already established that you’re just rusty.” Jaemin flashes you a fake comforting smile as he continues to pace. You flash him one back.

“And two—” He holds another finger out. “Don’t be scared to use your hands and stroke me. Give my dick some love. If it’s too wet, just wipe your hands on the bed or something.”

“Okay, duly noted,” you hum. “Next.”

“Don’t be scared to touch me.”

“I touched you so much during—”

He shoots you a glare. You roll your mouth inward, your lips disappearing instantly.

“Your hands were mostly on the sheets, which is hot, but guys like to be felt up too.”

The attractive individual peers up for a second, thinking to himself. “Even hotter when a girl feels herself up during the fucking, but that’s beside the point. Baby steps, just remember to touch the other person.”

Jaemin does a full-stop and faces you.

“And just... don’t fake it.” Distress is evident in his pout. You hate to admit it, but it’s a little cute. He raises an arm and jerks it in the air. “Why do girls fake it?”

“Because guys with egos like you can’t handle criticism,” you reply bluntly.  

“What are we doing, having this conversation, hm?”

“We wouldn’t be having this conversation if it didn’t snow in and keep us here together.” You peel a hand away and gesture to the window. “If I walked out of here this morning, you would’ve just fucked the next girl the same.”

He defends himself, “Faking it just feeds our egos.”

“Yeah, well, if I told you afterwards that I didn’t come, what would you do?”

“Try to make you come in other ways?”

Shaking your head, you scoff. “Guys like you aren’t that considerate.”

“You’re right.” He assents, holding his pointer finger against his chest. “Because guys like me aim to please.”

A brilliant thought leaps in his mind and Jaemin gasps. You can only assume bad things from the wicked smile he sends your way.  

“Why don’t we try it again?”

Perplexed, you squint at him.

“Try what again...?”

“Sex,” he says enthusiastically.

You blankly stare at him.

“You’ve gotta be joking,” you deadpan.

“I mean, there’s nothing else to do and it’ll keep us warm.” 

You continue to stare at him until you groan.

“Oh, my God...” Your blanket droops a bit off your shoulders as you drag your palms across your face. “I cannot believe I’m stuck in this snowstorm with you out of all people...”

Sitting next to you, Jaemin persistently reasons with you. “Think of it also as another learning experience for the future partners we’ll have.”

“Yeah, if we don’t die first!” you shriek.

“We’re not going to die,” Jaemin replies in a mocking tone and a dart of his tongue.  

Outside the window, the snow seems to have slowed down, but not by much.  

God, Jaemin better be fucking right because you want to live to see another day.  

“Fine,” you mutter and match his gaze. “But we have to be vocal throughout the whole thing. Say whatever’s on our mind.”

“Fine,” he agrees to your terms. He produces the same wicked smile again. “But can we film it then? So we can study it after?”

You fire him a death glare that melts his face off, even in the frigid atmosphere.

“I’m joking, I’m joking,” he says, waving his hand.

They say that jokes are half-meant true, but you think Jaemin fully meant it. Still in your blanket jackets, Jaemin snags your free hand and leads you to his room.

“You gotta give me credit for trying, though.”

“No.” You shake your head with an unwilling smile creeping on the edge of your lips. On second thought, maybe the joke was a little funny, but you still stand by your opinion that he’s the most annoying person in the world. “I don’t think I will.”

“Thank God Chenle has so many scented candles...”

On the edge of Jaemin’s bed, huddled by the blanket, you watch him light up several large jars, placing them on his nightstand and desk in hopes to brighten the room. It’s already late afternoon, but one could mistaken it for nighttime with the muddy sky due to the snow.

“Is Chenle your roommate?”

“Yeah,” Jaemin answers with a slight shiver, igniting the last candle near the bedside. He removed his blanket when he went to nab the matches and candles. “His girlfriend gets free ones from work, so she always gives him a shit ton, even though he never uses them.”

With a glowing hue against his face, he blows out the match. He makes his way to you, a cocky grin plastered on him, as he says, “Guess we’re making use of them now, though.”

Before you can even respond, Jaemin gets right down to business—sitting beside you on the mattress, he palms your face and drags you in for a kiss. You softly yelp, but immediately reciprocate.

The cover falls off your body as you reach to touch him, fingers drifting over his solid arms.

You don’t want to stroke his large ego, and maybe it’s because you haven’t had anyone else on you in a while, but Jaemin’s kisses are something else.

The cushiony pair of lips always executes enough pressure against your mouth, increasing and decreasing on command in perfect tandem and timing. His hands hover over your waist and the nape of your neck, fingers sinking into your hot skin.  

His mouth trails downward the side of your neck. You crane your head back, indulging in his caresses as soft moans trickle out.

He gently signals for you to recline back and lay onto the mattress, moving the sea of blankets aside. Inclined on his elbow, almost atop of you, his cool fingers glide under your top layers, his thumb stroking against your stomach.

Pulling away from your body, he tugs on the ends of your clothes. You rise from the bed to better the angle for him to discard of them.

The hairs on your skin are standing on end from the frigid air, but you’re too focused on Jaemin’s mouth migrating over your upper arm and your bra-covered chest to care. Without notice, he stuffs a cup of the bra to one side and takes your bosom into his mouth.

Air’s seized from your lungs and your core contracts from the pleasure. Your fingers tug on Jaemin’s luscious locks and his free hand squeezes your unoccupied breast.    

After a few twirls of his tongue and a gentle drawing of his teeth on the pointed tip, he mumbles hotly into your chest while he thumbs your other nipple, “Foreplay still non-existent?”

“It’s better, I guess,” you sigh with fluttering eyes. His chuckling reverberates against your cleavage, a sign of amusement from your obstinacy. A gasp pierces the room as Jaemin repeats his actions onto the other breast.

He aids you in taking off the rest of your clothes and, obviously aware of your goosebumps and shuddering, tells you to get underneath the blankets while he strips himself.

Under the toasty ocean of layers, despite how both of you are bare-boned and how easy it is to jump into the main act, Jaemin purposefully continues to prolong the foreplay. Side by side, your lips meld endlessly; your legs and hands are intertwined in an amorous pretzel.

Jaemin ensures he doesn’t leave any part of you untouched—the pads of fingers virtually graze over every inch of your body. Each grip and drag of his digits sends you in a frenzy. Your chest is pressed into him and your eyes are blinded with desire.

In the back of your mind, you think about how you were right about foreplay working up to the heat of the moment—literally, because you’re dripping, he’s hard, and you two have embraced so much that you don’t need the blankets anymore.  

On the other hand, you wonder if Jaemin was right about skipping foreplay, because with every whisper of each other’s name, the intimacy rises immensely. You don’t know him, and neither him with you, but you’re both freely drowning in one another in a plane beyond the lust.

Although the room’s beginning to smell of a mix of all the scented candles, Jaemin hones in and drinks in your sweet aroma and your entirety behind his hazy eyes and already tousled hair. All of a sudden, one drag of his fingers over a particular sensitive spot on your body makes you giggle.

“I’m ticklish over there.”

“You mean right—” He drums his fingers over the area again. “—here?”

With a toothy grin, he generates more suffering from you and you begin to lively howl. Soon enough, you beg him to stop.

“You’re such an asshat, c’mon, let me live!”

When he ceases, his head hangs over yours and your gazes connect.

The same feeling blooms in his chest from before in the living room.

He gulps as his eyes waver over your face, unknowingly tracing your beautiful features and etching them into his memory.

Your starry eyes. Your glowing aura. Your everything.

You barely register the change in his expression because he quickly tramples on his moment of weakness by kissing you passionately.

Jaemin whips the blankets aside as he lowers himself between your legs. Your eyes are fixated on him, matching his stare, until he starts to devour you by swiping against your lustrous folds. Your back bows, and, following a few more licks, Jaemin makes a point of his knowledge of the vagina by spreading your lips and ravishing your pussy, tongue penetrating deeply.

Rippled moans release in harmony with your undulating chest. You swear you’re getting more wet, too wet, likely making it overwhelming for Jaemin, but he’s eagerly lapping every drop up.  

“How’s that?” he inquires with a grin, hovering over your trembling nether lips. His mouth is evidently glossy, even under the dim lighting.

“Good,” you pant in the most nonchalant tone you can muster up. “Very good-ahhh—”

Jaemin kindly interrupts you by tonguing your clit as he fingers your sex deeply, shattering your fake indifference.

“Move your tongue up more,” you direct, creasing your eyebrows in despair. He follows your direction, and droning moans ensue.

Jaemin’s immersed in your pleasure, but also adding to his own. The more he laps up your wetness, the more he grinds his length against the bed, aching to be inside of you.

Your desire pulses faster, contracting tighter against his fingers, body winding tensely by the second.

“Fuck, Jaemin,” you whine, leaning your head to one side with a parted mouth. “I’m close.”

He draws back and temporarily replaces his tongue with his thumb.

“Good,” he pants, cocking his head to one side. His eyes are filled with determination. “Because I’m not stopping until you come at least two more times tonight.”

You exhale a light laugh. “That’s ambiti-ohgodohgod—”

His tongue works wonders on your clit once more, so much that he has to brace your bucking hips.

Okay, maybe Jaemin did learn a thing or two and actually listened to what you said during your critique.

But now it’s time to demonstrate to him what you’ve learned.

You don’t need much of a break to catch your breath, nor do you want to immediately freeze due to inactivity, so you pull Jaemin in for an intense kiss, tongue dipping into the remnants of your own nectar, then beckon for him to take your former place on the bed.

Perched on the bottom of your feet, you’re on one side of Jaemin, lackadaisically fisting his prominence. After a few strokes, you gradually swallow his inches, keeping in mind to relax your jaw and to not rush in order to avoid any potential teething. You do this to prove yourself worthy of giving head, but also in spite, because you absolutely do not need Jaemin to brand you a virgin again.  

You read his quiet groans and his long fingers running lazily through your hair as a positive sign and advance further.

Carefully, you rest your tongue beneath the underside of his cock and bob your head, licking him until he’s sopping with your saliva. His grip in your hair grows in strength as his length reaches the end of your throat, his groans becoming more and more drawn-out.

A needy whimper leaves him as you suddenly withdraw. Dribbles of your spit follow, and you wipe it off with the back of your hand.  

“How am I doing?” you glow in a pant, lazily stroking the doused shaft.

He simply nods with half-lidded eyes, barely able to look at you. “Yeah.”

You snicker at him in his breathless position, a prickle of pride running through your spine over the fact that you blew his mind as much as you blew his dick.

“Use your words, Jaemin.”

Teasingly, your fingers curl around his blunt head, soothing the sensitive tip and sending jolts throughout him.

“Fuck—” he pulls his bottom lip upward. “Awesome. You’re doing awesome.”

“Anything to critique?”

“Mm-mm,” he shakes his head restlessly. You revel a bit more in having the upper hand on him a little while longer. You grip him tighter and hasten your speed, leaving him gasping for air.

“Am I still rusty?”

“Nope, nope,” he croaks, voice rising to a whine. “Definitely not rusty.”

“You sure?” His cockiness has transferred over to you.

“Yes, yes—fuck, slow down, please,” Jaemin begs.    

Granting his wish, you abate your rhythm and free his inches from your touch.

You wipe your hands on the sides of the bed while Jaemin rummages through the drawer of his nightstand and hastily rolls over the rubber over himself before he prepares to enter the body beneath his.  

Recalling your advice, Jaemin mindfully starts off slow. You sigh blissfully in sync to his thrusts. He adjust himself, attempting another angle, and you draw in air between your teeth.

“There, there—“

Jaemin’s quick-witted and keeps at it, plunging a bit more vigorously. Out of habit, your hands grasp onto the bedsheets, but you wittingly attach them to his frame. Hands grazing his neck, his firm pecs, and his taut muscles.  

“Touch-touch my stomach,” he orders in a hush.

You hands follow through and feel up the flexed valley of his abs. Feeling up evolves into desperate gripping and even the slight dragging of your nails.

“Your abs are so fucking hot,” you state thoughtlessly, eyes eating up the view alongside his cock disappearing in and out of you. “Jesus, fuck.”

“Yeah?” he rasps with that devilish smirk of his. God, you want to smack it off him, but not right now—not when you’re reaching euphoria. “You’re not just saying that?”

Oh, you’ve definitely stroked his ego now, but there’s no turning back. Truth spills from you on a whim.

“You’re a fucking masterpiece,” you gasp acutely.

You’re starting to wither away, yet, as if they have a life of their own, your hands drift away from him and find a new home atop your breasts.

“You make me feel so good, Jaemin...”

Jaemin’s eyes go wide. His mouth hangs at the lewdness of you touching yourself.

“Fuck, holy shit.”

His gaze doesn’t leave your ecstatic face or humming body for a second as you knead your breasts and tweak your nipples between your fingers. Your back arches further when Jaemin deepens his sweet, fulfilling thrusts. He’s holding himself back, not wanting to end this beautiful deed just yet.

The stimulation bursts over your body, both from your own doing and Jaemin’s.  

You plead, “Faster, please, faster.”

And he complies, but he also rubs your bundle of nerves, causing a tight knot in you to build up and your shallow moans transform into heavy screams. You clasp onto his back and claw at the protruding shoulder blades.  

“I’m-I’m—”

You clench, both with your core and your nails digging into him, but Jaemin’s unrelenting, capturing your second peak for the evening.

Instead of coming after you, he shockingly veers lower and closer to you and curbs his pace.

“Was that real?”

You respond with an exhausted nod. Oddly, the smile he shows this time isn’t arrogant, but warm and teetering the line of tenderness. His lips fuse with yours before they stray towards your neck. The passion stews as he sucks your tits, all the while lunging laxly into you.  

With an obscene pop!, Jaemin removes himself from your nubs.

“Ready for the last round?”

His fast thrusts, hitting you precisely in the best spot, cloud your already weakened logic, deterring you from making any response.    

Perspiration is blatant on both individuals. For him, his forehead glistens gorgeously with his damp hair. For you, the back of your bent knees are gluing together. Your bodies are about to pass out, but you both persevere until the end.

As you convulse and perish together in beautiful agony, coincidentally enough, the bulbs in the room and in the streets leap to radiance.

Together, you collapse onto the bed side by side, panting heavily and laughing.

“Told you we weren’t going to die.”

You turn your head to see Jaemin looking at you with a cheeky grin. In retaliation, you stick your tongue out.

By nighttime, it’s finally stopped snowing outside. However, the streets won’t be cleared until morning, at the very least.

But... you’re surprisingly okay with that.

In a turn of events, the sex inexplicably makes the two of you warm up to each other. There still is targeted banter and tension between you, lingering from before, but it’s less hostile and more playful.

During a fancy Christmas Eve dinner of microwavable pizzas, you poke fun at each other’s majors and discuss your respective hobbies in depth, especially his love for photography. Jaemin even asks if he can take a picture of you, claiming that the kitchen lighting actually looks nice on someone for once.  

“Is that how you collect the memory of your one-night stands? Instead of hanging their skins in your closet, you sweet-talk your way and keep all the photos of them?” you joke, referring to the video call from yesterday night. It feels like an eternity ago, but snowstorms tend to do that.

He chuckles behind the camera as he snaps a photo of you scrunching your face cutely.

“Yeah, but you’re the first one who has clothes on,” he says, glancing down at the photo on the camera roll.  

“Ugh, gross,” you cringe and take a sip of tea.

Jaemin doesn’t add anything further. He leaves out the fact that he never keeps any traces of his one-night stands, that you’re the first girl he’s taken a picture of in a while.  

After a few hours of more talking and even some gaming with one another, sleep is much needed. Jaemin offers an extra toothbrush and a sweater and pair of sweats to sleep in. You’re facing each other on his bed, noses almost touching.  

“It’s been a while since I haven’t had sex with a girl before I slept next to them,” he whispers, adjusting himself comfortably. The side of his face rests on his piled hands. “It’s kinda nice.”

You cover your mouth as you yawn, then lay your hand back under your head, reflecting the same position as Jaemin.

“You know, it might be my sleepiness talking, but maybe you’re not the worst person in the world to be stuck with during a snowstorm.”

A lovely chuckle echoes in your ear. “I’m glad you’ve had a change of heart.”

After a few moments, your eyes are fluttering to a close until he softly calls out your name.

“Hm?” you stir awake, but not by much.

“Do you...?”

Jaemin doesn’t know what’s gotten to him, doesn’t quite understand why the defences he built for so long are crumbling down in only a day of knowing you.  

And yet, something urges him to give it a chance.

Blowing out a shaky sigh, he anxiously intertwines his fingers with yours. You hum softly at the action and a small smile blooms on your face.

“Do you want to go on a date with me sometime?”

“Hm?” His question doesn’t take you aback as much as you would be if you were fully awake. But even in your drowsy state, you have quips in hand. “Jaemin, the notorious fuckboy and serial one-night stander, wants to go on a date?”

“Yeah,” he replies gently, brushing your loose hair out of your face.

Another yawn. “I thought you said you don’t want feelings and relationships and all that shit.”

His fingers trace your pretty jawline and shrugs. “One date doesn’t mean we’re going to be in a relationship, I’m sure you know that.”

You pause for a good two seconds, but the two seconds feel like forever for Jaemin.

“Mmm, fine. One date, just one.” You barely hold up your pointer finger. “And only because it’s Christmas tomorrow. ‘Tis the season to be giving...”

Relief washes over Jaemin in the form of a smile. Embracing the blatant feeling in his chest this time, he plants a light kiss on your nose and wishes you sweet dreams, even though you’ve already fallen soundly asleep.  

Sunlight pours over your eyes on Christmas morning.

Déjà vu peculiarly creeps up on you, but the only thing that’s the same as yesterday is waking up in Jaemin’s bed.

He’s next to you this time, deep in his peaceful slumber, instead of waiting for you to leave by his doorframe. The snow has finally stopped, and you think you hear the faint noises of snow plows outside. You inhale deeply and also notice the faded aroma from all the scented candles from last night.

The scenes of yesterday flicker across your mind. The incredible sex. The talking. The dinner. The interlocking of his fingers with yours.

The date he asked you out on.

You stare at him, watching him sleep with a sense of content.

Turning your body, you routinely check your phone, which is charging beside his. You have a slew of Merry Christmas texts from several chats and a few private messages from your friends.

Your attention falls on Jaemin’s phone when it lights up with a notification, likely texts from his friends and family too.

But that’s not what you’re focusing on.

Your heart sinks at the sight of his lockscreen.

It’s a picture of him and a girl kissing.

A twinge emerges in your chest and twists harder and harder.

Jaemin being a fuckboy, you can respect. People can do whatever they want with their lives.

But to cheat?

That’s unforgivable, and a true sin if there ever was one.

You scramble to dash out of there, careful not to make any noises in fear of waking Jaemin up. However, Jaemin’s sensitive to the sounds of the front door, so he rouses awake. His eyes flit open, noticing how you’re gone. He then sees his phone blowing up and adds two and two together.

With his phone in hand, Jaemin rushes to get on a coat and stuffs his feet into his boots, not giving a shit that he’s wearing his thin pajamas in the coldness. He’s bounding down the flight of stairs and onto the bright, white wonderland of the streets.

He swivels his head and catches sight of you almost past down the block, slowly trekking through the thick snow. Jaemin sprints, as much as he can, and hops towards you.  

He yells your name, making others on the street turn, but you don’t. You continue forward without looking back.

“Wait! I can explain!”

You’re trying to gain speed, but cardio isn’t your friend. Thankfully for Jaemin, it’s a close friend for him.

“I don’t wanna fucking hear it, Jaemin,” you grunt, hearing the rapid crunching of his shoes coming closer. “Get lost.”

“No, listen to me for a second.”

The boyish man grasps you by the arm and turns you around. You throw his arm away from you and he holds his hands in the air, letting you know that he respects your space. He drops his hands and sees that you’re seething, even worse than you were when he kicked you out yesterday.

“How are you going to explain your lockscreen with you kissing your fucking girlfriend?! Hm?”

“Ex,” he pants in clarification. “Ex-girlfriend.”

Your eyebrows mesh together in utter confusion.

“Okay? That doesn’t make me feel any better, knowing that you’re still hung up on your ex.”

Jaemin shakes his head and rakes a hand through his hair. You note the large clouds he exhales and how he’s barely wearing any clothes. A tinge of sympathy passes through you, wanting to give him some of your clothes for extra layers, but you smother that quickly in your state of rage.  

“I’m not hung up on her. Remember you asked me yesterday why I don’t want girls to stay the next morning?”

You cock your head impatiently, as if saying, “Yeah.”

“Well, I don’t want to attach myself to girls. I can’t. I...”

He lowers his head to one side. Shutting his eyes, a long puff emits from his mouth.

“She cheated on me.”

The snow plows in the distance can’t compare to the pumping of your heart in your ears. All the feelings you felt in the last day, but especially in the last fifteen minutes, jumble together in your head, making you feel uneasy and unsure of what to exactly feel or comprehend of the situation.  

But you do know one thing, despite the fact that you two barely know each other, the pained look on his face is real—that this is the untold story behind his ways.  

Jaemin lifts his head and holds out his phone for emphasis. “The lockscreen serves as a constant reminder that dating and feelings will and can fuck me up.”

Carefully, he steps a little closer to you and slowly cups your face in his shaking hands. You don’t pull away nor is there the same anger from moments before, so he daintily runs his thumbs over your cheeks.

“Until you showed me yesterday that maybe I’m willing to give it all another shot. Risk it all for fuck knows what, but you make it look like it’s worth it.”

He continues his ramble after adjusting some of your hair from the ongoing breeze.

“Sure, it’s Christmas today, but I don’t want you to say yes to going on a date with me just because it is. I want you to say yes because maybe you like spending time with me just as much as I like to spend it with you.”

You’re completely disoriented—your eyes are shifting everywhere but his eyes and your lips are quivering with no words coming out. He sighs understandingly. 

“Look, I know you’re probably having second thoughts and you don’t have to give me an answer right now. Think on it for as much time as you need, but I want you to know that I genuinely like you and I want to go on an actual date with you.”

He peels his hand away from your face and raises it into the air as if taking an oath.

“I, Na Jaemin, the notorious fuckboy and serial one-night stander, will devote to monogamy once again if it means I can date you.”

His hands grab yours, kisses the back of them, and then he presses one kiss onto your icy cheek prior to walking away.

“Merry Christmas,” he says with a sad smile. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”

Later that evening at your large family’s Christmas party, you take another dreadful gulp of your wine.

It’s the happy holiday season, but why does everyone feel the need to stick their nose in your dating life? Well, really, a lack there of.

“Why are you still single?” Layers of their voices resound the same question in your head. You take another swig.

Potential unsaid answers that you kept to yourself fly around as you swish the drink in your glass.  

Because you choose to be.

Okay, not really, but it’s the easiest answer.  

Because you haven’t found the right guy to get you back in the game.

What does that even mean? What makes the right guy even right?

The right guy? It’s someone who makes you laugh, someone who gives as good as they can take it, someone who wants you just as much as you do.

The cogs move in your head as you take one more sip before you finally come to the conclusion—  

Because you didn’t find the right guy until last night.

Despite the mess of today and yesterday morning, you realize that Jaemin is... actually sort of sweet. Annoying, yes, but he keeps you on your toes. It’s a plus that he’s easy on the eyes, but it’s a bigger plus that he’s even easier to talk to.

And if he can find it in his scorched heart to trust you, you can find it in your heart to trust him too.  

You quickly say your good-byes to your family and let them know you have other plans with friends tonight.

As the Uber rolls up to his apartment building, you realize you probably should’ve messaged him on Tinder, but it’s worth a shot to see if he’s home. Anyways, impulsiveness is a controlling entity, as evident from your Christmas Eve Eve’s adventure.

And in retrospect, perhaps Jaemin was the perfect pick of the crop after all.  

Someone’s entering the building and lets you in behind them. You take the stairs two at a time and hear booming music coming from his floor. At first, you assume it’s from other apartments, but it’s all coming from one—his.

Without a thought, your knuckle taps the door.  

A handsome figure that’s definitely not Jaemin opens the door. Behind him, you see a group of young men scattered around the living room, and some have a few girls tucked under their arms.

The man eyes you up and down with a spark in his eye. He’s not Jaemin, but he surely reminds you of him.

“And who might you be?” he asks.

“Who’s at the door, Jeno?” An unknown male voice hollers in a high pitch from the couch. He’s one of the guys with a girl attached to him.

You blink. “Uhm, I’m—”

“She’s with me!” Jaemin shoves the flirty stranger aside and tugs you by your wrist, making headway to his bedroom. He flips the light switch on and the door clicks shut.

“What are you doing h—”

You cut him off with a kiss.

An innocent one, at first, with hints of alcohol on each other’s lips. Your arms wrap around the other and the passion increases with the mingling of your tongues, each party tasting and confirming the specific drinks you both consumed tonight.  

Jaemin forces himself to pull away and presses his forehead against yours. “Did you just come all the way here to kiss me, or...?”

“Maybe I came over to ask... if I can stay with you for another night?” you playfully ask, fingers intertwining behind the nape of his neck.  

He chuckles heartily. His fingers sink into the sides of your waist. “Is my dick that great? The sex with me that amazing?”

“Mmm, that’s definitely a benefit,” you agree, fluttering your nose against his. “But I want more than that—“ You poke a finger to his chest. “—I want the man behind the dick.”

Your gazes converge, bringing you together as one.

“I want to go on that date with you. I want you, Jaemin.”

He flashes a megawatt smile that could compete with a million Christmas lights, but it fades suddenly and you’re unsure why he seems like he’s about to bawl his eyes out.

“That’s so beautiful, I might cry.” He brings a finger to his eye, pretending to shed a tear.

Oh, yeah—you’re definitely going to need to hire someone to constantly shove your eyeballs back into your sockets if you’re going to date Jaemin.

“Oh, shut up,” you whisper, yanking him in for another kiss.

Three dates later, including a memorable New Year’s Eve, you finally decide to rid of the Tinder app for good.

With his arm around you on his living room couch, Jaemin glances over your shoulder.

“Really? You’re finally deleting your Tinder?”

You snort in disbelief. “That’s gold, coming from the King of Tinder himself. When did you delete?”

He turns to face the television and shrugs coolly.

“Maybe I didn’t.”

“Wouldn’t put it past you,” you nod, eyes still on your phone.

“Nah, I’m kidding, I did.”    

You sharply turn your head.

“No way. When?” you press with narrow eyes.  

A shy smile emerges on Jaemin’s face as he picks his pants over his thighs.

“On the night of Christmas Eve, after you agreed to go on a date with me.”

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[kazanovah]

Pairings: Bonten trio x f!reader

Warnings: mature themes 18+

Synopsis: after having her life ruined by the military she served for, reader is out on a vengeance mission to seek justice for herself. She’s full of dark impulses, grief and just overall a bit of a stubborn dumbass

MDNI18+

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“Y-you want me to r-rob a bank?” You asked in disbelief, your eyes scanning between the three men leaning against the kitchen island across from you.

In all honesty, you just wanted your husband back. You figured there was no way he was in any decent state considering how long he's been pronounced dead for, and you knew that every second you waisted was vital time that you could be losing to get your husband back.

"Did we stutter?" Rindou asked, making you shoot him a glare.

"Shut the fuck up, bowl cut." You said, and you could have sworn you saw the tick marks forming on his head as his brother and Sanzu snorted at his expense.

"Bowl cut?" He said through gritted teeth, making you lift the one side of your lips into a lopsided grin.

"Did I stutter?" You repeated his words back to him, and you could see him inching for his gun.

Do it, you thought. Put me out of my fucking misery.

"Moving on," Sanzu said, making your glare leave the seething Haitani to focus on Sanzu's cerulean eyes. "Yes, we want you to rob a bank."

"Do you fucking realize that my face is literally inputted into every single database out there? I'm not doing it." You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

You weren't aware, painfully oblivious actually, to the way three sets of eyes travelled down to your cleavage that had been accentuated from the way you had pushed your chest upwards with your arms, and all three men had to quickly regain their composure before you noticed.

They didn't want to admit it, but you lowkey terrified them.

"You're gonna do it, or we'll find Saito without you." Ran said, making you sigh in frustration.

"I don't know the first fucking thing about robbing banks. Instead of fucking around and killing people for fun, I was serving our fucking country and others, to protect them from people like you." You spat, trying to put as much venom on the words as you possibly could.

"Like us? Damn sweetheart, I'm offended that you think there are people out there who can even compare to us." Sanzu retorted, making you scoff in disgust.

"If you can't do this, then the deals off. We'll kill him," Ran said, nodding his head in the direction of the sliding glass doors that led into the backyard where you could see Sarge watching the four of your intently. "While you watch and then we'll kill you."

You knew damn well you wouldn't be able to survive watching someone else you care about, being ripped away before your very eyes. You sighed, signalling that you were willing to comply with the three men watching you cautiously.

"F-fine." You grumbled out, before walking over to the door and letting Sarge come into the house where he quickly took his spot between your legs and made sure to cautiously walk in between them as you made you way through the kitchen.

"Uh, where do you think you're going, Princess?" Ran asked, making you shudder at the nickname he had used for you.

"To change, dipshit." You called out over your shoulder, making Rindou and Sanzu laugh at Ran's annoyed expression.

If you had stuck around in the kitchen any longer you would have heard the three of them talking about how you really didn't need to change because they liked the view that your tank top provided them.

As you made your way into your room, you were quick to head to your closet and pull out a black, long sleeved shirt, and black leggings. You kicked off your sweat pants and tossed your tank top into the corner of the room, before pulling the new articles of clothing over your body.

As you wandered back down the stairs, you threw your hair up into a ponytail. Just as you had come into the foyer you could see Ran, Rindou and Sanzu observing the small shrine on the shelf, and you felt your chest ache slightly.

"What's the tiny one for?" Sanzu asked, picking up the small purple urn and turning it over in his hands. The three men were now looking at you expectantly, and your one hand subconsciously flew to the scar on your abdomen.

"Uh... t-that was... never mind. Can we just go?" You asked, your cocky demeanour immediately vanished as you tried not to think about the empty urn that served as a physical memory of the unborn child you had lost.

"No. I asked you a question, I expect you to answer it." Sanzu persisted, setting the urn back down and looking up at you. Once he saw the glossiness of your eyes, he almost regretted his decision.

"I-if you want me to rob this fucking bank, i n-need to keep my head clear." You said, making him huff out an agreement.

"Let's go then." He grumbled, and you pressed yourself tightly against the wall as he walked towards you, and you had nearly let out a sigh of relief when he walked right past you until you realized the Haitani's were waiting for you to go before them.

"Ladies first." Rindou said, making you scoff.

"Go on then." You said, making him groan in frustration before stomping past you like a toddler, but not before bumping into your shoulder harshly.

You followed suit, before climbing into a large black suv. You made sure to press yourself against the door as Ran sat in the back beside you, his lanky legs taking up so much room because of course, he just had to manspread.

Lanky ass motherfucker.

"Why the hell is he driving?" Rindou complained from the front seat, making Sanzu scoff as he took another sharp turn.

Throughout the drive you've noticed both the Haitani's on edge, gripping onto the handles above their doors while shooting glares at the back and sides of Sanzu's head.

"I was the first one out here, assholes." Sanzu replied, looking into the rear view mirror to lock eyes with you before you quickly looked away. "Besides, she's not complaining."

"Yeah, why are you not offended by this? He drives like a fucking moron." Ran asked, and you could see him turning to look at you out of the corner of your eye whilst Rindou turned around in his seat to glare at you.

"Driving DPV's in the desert is a thousand times worse than this." You commented, before looking out the window beside you while you tried to ignore their stares at the same time trying not to think about the past.

Clear your head, you told yourself. You're gonna need to focus to get this task done.

You were content with watching the busy nightlife of Roppongi fly past you out the window as you could periodically feel the men in the vehicle looking at you. It wasn't that you were overly terrified, you just didn't want to admit that your chest was racing over the fact that you were suck in such an confined space with the three hottest men you had ever seen.

"We're here." Sanzu said, pulling the car into a back alleyway behind the bank known as Voyager Inc.

How the fuck am I supposed to do this? It's fucking three in the morning. The doors are locked. If I so much as bust a window every single officer in Tokyo will be here in minutes, you were panicking as you thought of every possible scenario that could occur.

"Oi, get your head out of the fucking clouds and get the fuck in there." Rindou snapped, breaking you from your thoughts.

"There's no fucking way that this is going to work." You grumbled, getting out of the car. You had a feeling that they weren't going to provide you with a weapon, so you had your beretta tucked into the waist band of your leggings.

"It better work, or you're as good as dead." Sanzu said, making you sigh once your feet hit the pavement.

Unbeknownst to the four of you, you had been followed all the way from your home, to here. The moment you closed the door over after muttering about how much of a prick the pink haired male was, you were immediately pushed against the car.

"Nobody fucking move." A deep male voice commanded, and you turned your head to the side to see the door that Ran had opened was being kicked shut by a male dressed in black on the opposite side.

What the fuck?

"Your husbands gonna be delighted to know that you've been slumming it with Bonten." The unfamiliar male said, bringing your attention back to him. You saw him sneering at you, and your wide eyes quickly narrowed into a glare.

"Let go of me." You said lowly, your voice cold.

How the fuck do they know Ren? Do they have him!?

"No can do sweet cheeks. You're coming with us." He said, pulling you forward and nearly dragging you off your feet entirely due to his brute force. He was extremely tall and probably double your weight and you were sure it was definitely all muscle.

Like hell I am, you thought before bringing up your left leg and landing a kick into the side of the males temple

You watched as he fell to the ground, rendered unconscious by your fatal blow. However, you could see the two other men racing towards you. You were thankful they had left the men in the vehicle alone, you knew that without them your chances of finding Ren were slim to none.

"You're gonna regret that, bitch." One of the two men spoke, making you smirk.

"I highly doubt that." You said in a bored tone, making both men scoffed.

"You're a cocky little thing."

"The only little things here are between your legs." You shot back, and it was all that was needed for both of them to lunge at you.

Thankfully, you were quicker than the both of them and you managed to back out of the way. You did a back walk over, kicking your feet above you as hard as you could. You felt your foot collide with one of their chins, making the sound of his teeth clashing against each other resonate through the alleyway.

"Gotcha." The other male said, grabbing your arms and pulling them painfully behind your back before you had time to react.

Why aren't they helping me? There's no one pointing a gun at them anymore? You wondered as your gaze flickered back and forth between the heavily tinted windows, and the two men on the ground, when it suddenly hit you.

You weren't mean to actually rob the bank, you were here to prove that you were worth keeping around. You wondered that if you could handle the three of these assholes, if that meant you would pass their test.

You quickly brought your head back, slamming into the males face as hard as you could. You heard a sickening crunch fill the alleyway. The man was quick to let go of you as he cried in pain, and you spun around in time to see him bringing his hand up to clutch the broken and bloodied cartilage.

You waisted no time in throwing a punch at him, catching his cheek and making him stumble backwards quite a bit. You heard the male on the ground behind you getting up, so you spun around and kicked him harshly in the face, making him slump back down onto the ground

Fuck, they keep getting up. I don't think they're going to stop until I kill them.

You weren't sure if that's what the Bonten men wanted from you, and you were afraid that if you didn't meet their standards you would have to kiss all hopes of finding Ren, goodbye.

As you heard the male who's nose you broke beginning to run at you, you whipped your beretta out of your waist and and emptied two bullets into his chest. You tried not to grimace when his blood spattered across your face, and you quickly spun around when you heard the sound of gravel crunching beneath someone's feet.

"You fucking cunt!" The first male that you had knocked out with a kick to his temple was charging at you. He managed to tackle you to the ground, your gun flying through the air and landing a few feet away from you.

Your head hit the ground harshly, making you grunt in pain. Your vision was dark around the edges from the severity of the hit, though you managed to thrash around underneath the man. You were able to deliver a harsh stomp on the man’s abdomen, sending him flying off of you and you rolled onto your stomach to crawl towards your gun.

The moment your fingers wrapped around the barrel, you spun it around in your hands before sitting up and firing another round of shots at the male who you had kicked, his body slumping harshly onto the ground.

When you got to your feet, you could hear the doors of the suv opening and closing. Your vision was still blurred, and quite frankly you thought you were seeing double when you looked up to find Ran, Sanzu and Rindou walking towards you. At the same time, you saw the third male who had attacked you trying to quietly crawl away from you, and you didn’t hesitate to put a bullet in the back of his head.

“Well done Princess.” Ran’s velvety voice reached your ears, though it seemed to have an echo as if he were at the end of a long tunnel a opposed to the few steps away he really was.

Somethings wrong, you thought. My head.

“Help.” You whispered, making Ran’s brows knit in confusion.

“Huh?” He asked, unable to make out the incoherent word you hand mumbled.

“Guys, I think somethings wrong with her. She’s bleeding.” Rindou said, taking a few steps towards you.

It startled you, and you tried to take a step back but you fumbled and had begun to fall backwards. Rindou had lunged forward, wrapping one arm around your waist and one arm around the top of your shoulders to hold your body in place and he noticed you were beginning to grow limp.

“Where are you- oh shit your head.” He mumbled to himself, a large palm coming up and pressing against the back of your head making you hiss in pain.

“She might have a concussion. We need to take her to headquarters.” Ran said.

“Absolutely not. She may have passed this test, but I don’t trust her anywhere near Mikey.” Sanzu said through gritted teeth, and you could have sworn you heard Rindou sighing.

“Sanzu. If she doesn’t get treated she will die.” Ran said, his violet irises boring into Sanzu’s azure ones for a few moments before Sanzu blinked and sighed.

“Fine. But I swear to god if she gets any blood on my seat, I’ll fucking kill her myself.” The pink haired male said, and that was all that Rindou needed to hear before scooping you up and into his arms.

You wanted to protest, and you were certain that you did by the way your incoherent mumbles filled the air. You weren’t sure if it was the warmth from Rindou, mixing in with his scent of cinnamon and spiced vanilla, or the fact that you might have a severe concussion, but your body had nearly completely relaxed and melted into his by the time you registered you were back in the vehicle, still in the purple haired males lap.

The entire ride you could hear Sanzu complaining about how bringing you back with them could be a dangerous thing, especially considering Mikey was the one who had ordered them to test you. All you could manage to think was:

Who the fuck is Mikey?

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[rudystopit]

A Private Lesson

[iida x f!reader]

summary: you want to see what makes iida tick. you buy some cute lingerie and call him over. only god knows what that actually does to him, and now you do too.

warnings: nsfw, dom!iida, face fucking, oral, riding, hitting it from the back, and overstimulation.

wc: 2.5k

you and iida have been friends for years and you know all his dirty little secrets. you some times would try to get him drunk to spill all his dirty fantasies, but he saw through you. you decided the only way to get him to tell you anything was to just do everything.

you started off with something safe. elegant. sure to make him at less look at you. lingerie. a simple dark blue bralette with gold details. and of course a matching pair of panties.

you texted him to come over to study. he said he’d be a few minutes and you sat there on your bed wearing the lingerie. you scrolled through your phone. you stopped at a selfie with you and iida. you smiled, it was a small trip he invited you to go along with. you had kissed him on the cheek which he instantly turned red too. you snapped the photo to memorialize the moment.

you turn a knock at the door which shot you out of bed. you rushed over to your closet and yelled out. “come in! it’s open!”

iida opens the door to see you bent over pulling up your skirt. you turn to see him leaving the room. “wait iida! i thought we were gonna study?” you rushed to the door.

“get dressed y/n!” he yells and slams the door. his face beat red as he slump against the wall outside your door.

you huffed and put on a shirt. you walked to the door and let him in. he refused to look you in the eyes. he sits on the coffee table and opens his textbook.

when you two study is more iida studying while you goof off on your phone or pick on him for something.

“hey four eyes,” you say. he glares at you.

“what?” he spits out. you jerk back at the tone. you clutch your chest and look at him hurt.  

“what is your problem!” you say.

“i walk into your room while you were naked. does that not alarm you.” he leans onto his elbows.

“honestly, no,” he narrows his eyes at you. “we’ve known each other for years, you’ve seen me in a bikini, you’ve slept in the same bed as me, we spend pretty much every waking moment with each other,” you pause. his eyes were deep in thought. you slide your feet to touch his knee. “and maybe i don’t mind if you see me naked,” you whispered. his head snapped up. “you’re always so kind to me and i would trust you with me life, tenya,” you reach across the table.

he gets up and leaves. you sit there puzzled. did he really just leave after you lowkey confessed to him. you stared at the spot he was sitting in. there’s no way he just got up and left.

you get up and run to his dorm. you knock quickly and waited for the door to open. the knob turns and opens enough for him to look through. he makes eye contact and slams the door. “tenya, come on!”

“go away y/n” he yells from the other side. you stomp back to your dorm.

you hadn’t spoke to iida in a few days and you felt guilty. you loved him. sure he’s your best friend but you really meant what you said. you did want him to see you naked, you wanted him to touch you, and kiss you. you wanted to be his.

you figured you messed up and he’s never gonna talk to you. so you put on the lingerie and snap a few photos to sent to some guys. you clicked a few names and sent them off.

your phone ding a few times but you ignored it. then it vibrated like someone was calling you. you pick up and it’s iida screaming on the other end. you pull the phone away from your ear and look to see who you sent them too.

you put the phone back your ear and let iida finish screaming. you apologize and hang up. you got into bed and laid there, looking at the wall. you heard a knock at the door. you get up and open to see a pissed off iida.

he pushes his way into the room and kisses you. you stumble back confused. his hand holds onto your lower back. he pushes your closer to him.

you put your hand on his chest to pull away but his other hand snake up to grab your throat. your eyes widen. he pulls away and looks down at you.

“you need to be taught a lesson about showing off your body,” his grip tightens. “especially, since it’s going to be mine,” your hands claw at his. he just chuckles as pushes you to the bed.

he slides his pants down just enough to fit him to pull out his hardened member. he grabs a fist full of hair and pushes onto your knees. you bring him to your mouth and swirl you tongue around the salty tip. you look up at him. his cheek were bright red. you slide more into your mouth and your bring your hand up, to wrap around what was left. you closed your eyes and bobbed your head. he’s grip on your hair loosens and his head rolls back.

you give him a little moan. the vibrations shock through his body. his grip on your hair instantly tightens up. he pulls your head back to look at him. “you not supposed to enjoy this, well your are a little slut so,” he shoves his whole length into your mouth. tears pricked your eyes as his tip hits the back of your throat. you try to focus on your breathing as he begins ramming in and out of your mouth. your tears streamed down your face. his large thumb brushes them aside as he rut harder into your throat. you hands grip onto his hips hoping the pain from your nails going into his soft skin would make him stop. with no results.

you squeeze your eyes shut as he continues slamming into your mouth. he pulls fully out and leans your head back. “open!” he yells. you do as your told as a string of spit connects from his mouth to yours. “swallow” you follow his command and open to show him you did so.

with out a second to breath, he’s back to slamming into your throat. he starts grunting and mumble things under his breath. he starts slowly down his thrusts. with a loud grunt, warm cum shoots into your mouth. you hold your breath as it slowly goes down your throat. you couldn’t hold it any longer and pulls away to cough.

he grabs your hair. “don’t waste any, little whore,” he grumbles. he pulls you onto the bed. he pushes your panties to the side as he explores you damp pussy. “all wet from me fucking your face,” he sneers. two fingers force themselves into you. you let out a gasp.

with his free hand, he smacks your ass. you moan out into the pillows. another one lands on your soft skin. then another and another. he kept smacking until there was a red hand mark roughly his size. he would massage the stinking skin as you cry out. “shut up, i know your enjoying this,” he would sneer.

he thrust his fingers in and out of your aching hole. he listened to the squishing sounds of his fingers. he watched as you hungrily ate up his fingers. he would scissor his fingers to watch you clench around him. he lick his lips and removes his fingers. he slides the wet fingers into his mouth and tastes you.

he drags his tip through your wet pussy. without warning he shoves himself fully into you. you whine out as another smack to your ass. you grip onto the pillow as he begins moving your hips. he bites down on his lip and increased his speed. you mouth falls open with silence screams. he just rams in you with no mercy. you’ve never seen this version of tenya but man you were thoroughly enjoying this.

he managed to hit all the spot that make you melt. he knew how to make the pain feel like pleasure. he forced a moan out of you with every thrust. this iida knew how to make a girl scream out his name.

he’s grip on your hips tightened. his thrust became stronger but less frequent. you heard him grunt and with one last thrust he fills you.

you moan into the pillow. he pulls out and falls next you. he creases you face. “i’ve been wanting to do that since that day i walking in on you,” you kiss his hand and fall asleep.

the next morning you woke up to iida sleeping next you. you kiss his cheek and watch him sleep. you get up to go shower.

you start the water and let in warm up. when your mirror steam up, you step into the warmth. you pick up the shampoo and lather it into your scalp. you here the door slide open then strong arms wrap around you. you smile as he kisses your shoulders and upper back.

you turn in his arms and wrap your arms around his shoulders. he smiles down at you. “round 2?” you whisper. his face heats up as the nights activities reappear in his mind.

“i’m so sorry y/n! i hope i didn’t hurt you!” he starts yelling and panicking searching for bruises or marks.

you laugh and kiss him. “i’m fine tenya,” you press your forehead to his. “you never answered my question,”

“if you want to,” he says shyly. you kiss him one more time before turn off the water. you grab a towel for you and iida. you quickly dry off and head to bed. iida not too far behind.

you sit on the bed as he sinks onto the floor and spreads your legs apart. he kisses your thigh. he looks up at you. you smile and brush your fingers through his hair. he kisses your sore clit. you whence and he quickly pulls back.

“sorry y/n,” he apologizes.

“it’s fine, tenya, please i need you,” you hold his chin. he smiles and dips his head back in between your legs. he licks your clit and you throw your head back with a breathy moan. he sucks and slightly tugs as you pull his hair.

his hands grip onto your hips. he licks a long stripe through your sore folds. you squeeze your eyes shut. his tongue makes it way to your throbbing hole. he teases your needing pussy. you shove his head into you. his tongue slips in and he begins to tongue fuck you. one of his hands moves to your lower stomach and his thumb rub small circles into your abused clit.

you moan out his name, causing him to freeze up. you massaged his head and he snaps out of his daze. he laps up your slick as he moves one of his hands to put in his fingers. he removes his tongue and pushes in his fingers. you squeeze your thighs against his shoulders. he smiles and quicken the pace of his thumb. he curls his fingers to hit the sweet spot. the pressure buildings up in you.

you moan out his name and he looks at your face twisted in pleasure. he watches your soft lips moan out his name and he admires your beautiful face with your eyes thighs closed.

you feel the pressure snap and grip the bed and his hair as you arc your back. you let out a loud moan as iida slowly thrusts in and out of you, to ride out your high. he watches your face relax and your eyes flutter open to met his own. he removes his fingers and crawls on top of you. he leans down and kisses you.

you melt into his tender lips. one of his hands plays with your hair and he ticks it behind your ear. he pulls away and grabs you. he rolls over as you straddle him. you lean down onto his firm chest and kiss him. you pull out his hardened dick. you pump it a few times as you kiss him. he moans into your lips. you smile and bite his lip. you pull away and release his lip. he looks up at you. he shifts to lean up and kiss you again. you met him halfway and move his tip to your entrance.

he moans into your lips again when you sink down on to him. you moan with him. you sit up and put your hands on his chest. his hands rub small circles into your hips as he looks up at your beautiful figure.

“you’re absolutely stunning, y/n,” he whispers. you punch his shoulder. “ow, what!” he yells.

“you’re only saying that because i’m currently about to rock your world for the...” you put your finger to your chin. “second time,”

“you’ve always rocked my world, even before yesterday,” he says.

you make a disgusted face. “you’re too lovely,” you smile and lean down to kiss him. causing him to slide out of you. you moan into the kiss. you lean back up. his sinking back into you.

you roll your hips and inhale sharply. he just watches how your body moves. you quicken your pace and start moaning his name. his face goes bright red and he starts moving your hips.

you shift to your knees as tenya thrusts up into you. you lean forward on his chest. he watches your breast jiggle with each other his thrust. he pounds you from below and he’s dick hits every spot. his face twists in pleasure as he ruts up into you. you cute little moans fuel his lust. he continues to sloppy thrust into you. one of your hands move you rub your sore clit.

you clench around him at the sudden pleasure. he groans as you tighten around him. “god y/n you feel so good,” you feel him tense up. you quicken your rubbing. you feel the pleasure build up pressure in your stomach. he controls pound into you. your fingers quicken up to push you over the edge. you moan out his name as your legs shake.

he quickly flips you onto your back and pushes your legs against your chest. he pounds you into the bed as your clench and throb around him.

it didn’t take long before he comes in you. he moans into your ear and falls onto. you pet his hair and catch your breath. his arms wrap themselves around you. he keeps you close. you kiss his head. he looks up at you.

“stay with me, forever,” he asks.

“i will, i promise,” you smile and kiss his forehead.

he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep. you watch him peacefully petting his hair. you spend the whole day like that.

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[binniesthighs]

coax the cold | reader x chan

Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan 

Genre: smut, lil bit of fluff 

Tags: softsub!chan, softdom!reader, virgin!chan, shyyyy!chan, lowkey awkward chan hehe, tinder hookup au, college au (very US college haha--or at least how I know it), guided sex, cowgirl, reader has nipple piercings sooo nipple play (my new kink) , hair pulling, use of petnames, praising, protected sex, fingering (f), someone’s impatient ;) 

Word count: 4.2k 

Recommended listening: bite by troye sivan 

*photocreds to OP! 

[02:05] 

you are messaging: chan 

me: i’m here by the bike locks? is this the right place? i don’t see a door anywhere? 

Buzzing above your head, a streetlight flickered from the erratic flying of moths to the addictive yellow glow. You were never really a squeamish person, but when it came to moths, there was only so much that you could take in the uncomfortable silence of the parking lot. 

A group of girls with their cropped shorts and bralettes came barreling out from a pair of doors farther down the building with music screeching from the phone speakers shoved in their tiny pockets. 

“You’ve got the addy right? You didn’t hear anything about it getting shut down? Becs was telling me that they were doing ratios so it looks like we can’t bring the guys--” 

You tapped on your phone screen to see if you had received a reply or if the little flame icon would flash while you watched the minutes tick by. 

You had a little shame about the position that you were in, and you started to care less and less after seeing this guy’s pictures. He was somewhat illusive from what you could tell. The way that he texted in all lowercase made him seem approachable but he still wasn’t one ask for pictures of your tits or send the odd drunk text asking for you to come over. 

You had send the message at this hour. It was likely that you were impatient from “playing the game” but he seemed intriguing enough. 

The Friday night was filled with energy from the other side of the street across from the apartment complex. His place was situated right on the edge of campus next to a couple run down houses with windows lit by multicolored string lights and creaking doors which let out vibrating trap songs every time someone opened them. You had left a house similar to that before coming here right when it was getting boring and the boys were getting a bit handsier than you would’ve liked. You were done making out with randoms in hallways who tasted like watery beer and bad decisions. 

“Um, hey!  Are you y/n?” The stranger’s voice called from a fire escape door. 

He was dressed simply, sort of like someone who didn’t care, or someone who hadn’t left their room since the morning. In this lighting, his hair seemed to be some kind of dark burgundy brown which was a bit different from his caramel blonde hair from the photos. You would’ve felt lied to on another occasion, but the simple trait wasn’t a game changer. 

“Uh-yeah, that's me.” You smiled bluntly, not really sure even what to say in a situation like this. 

Up close you saw what the pictures really didn’t give him justice: a faint press of dimples and stretching veins on his hands. You assumed that he was a bit smaller under the giant black hoodie that he wore, but he had that same kind of coziness that was just a little too dangerous for a hookup. 

“I live on the third floor.” He informed you while leading up the hollow sounding cement staircase. 

“Mm. Okay.” 

The stranger turned his head briefly to smile back at you, “I-Its nice to meet you.” 

“Nice to meet you too.” You nodded, even though he didn’t see. 

This young man’s room was nearly exactly as you had pictured it to be element by element. Like every other boy his age, he had a gaming set up with color changing LEDs on the side of his machine and a smaller TV that was hooked up to some console you didn’t care to know the name of. The floors were nearly clean and the bed made--almost like he had planned for it to be that way; you could see the dirty clothes peeping from under his bed. 

The banged up beige walls were decorated with posters of indie bands that you had heard of once or twice. He had somewhat of an organized open closet that held types of CDs and vinyl too--the room itself smelled a bit dusty like the protective covers of those albums that you associated with a record store. 

“You can...we can sit down if you’d like.” He rather awkwardly gestured to his full sized bed. You prayed that once you pulled the covers back later there would be no white stains. 

“Okay.” 

“I could-um, turn on some music maybe? If you would like?” 

“Sure!” You piped trying to sound as confident and in control as possible--it was clear he wasn’t. 

He fidgeted with his phone and a bluetooth speaker which startled him when he turned it on. Just like the posters on his walls, he picked some soft sounding acoustic song with a crooning folk singer that sounded like he was singing with the exclusive use of his head voice. 

The stranger sat next to you clasping his hands in front of him and eyes glued to the floor. 

“Sorry...this is my first time doing this.” 

“Doing...?” 

He smoothed back his dark locks, “You know...meeting up with someone like this after meeting through an app. Um...what do you study?” 

“Biochem with a graphic design minor. You?” 

You weren’t sure if this was a hook up or an interview. 

“Poli Sci Human Rights stuff and sound engineering on the side.” 

“Huh...thats...cool.” 

Both of you nodded your heads in the silence to which he cleared his throat loudly to feel the space. 

“C-can I get you anything? You thirsty or something? I can steal some of my roommate’s Smirnoff Ice--” 

“--No. I’m fine. Thank you though.” 

He smiled sweetly to hid the fact that he was rubbing his sweating hands against his pants. 

“But...how this usually starts off, you could lay down and maybe, I could get on top?” 

“Oh!” He squeaked, “Sure! I can do that.” 

The bed groaned out with the shuffling of bodies and your hookup sighed out with a shaky breath and squirming legs. “Like this?” 

Rather than saying more, you crawled carefully over to him to the tune of his quickening chest and widened eyes. The shier he got, the harder it was for you to keep it in--he was ridiculously cute and your mind could only run wilder thinking about how he would react to everything you were about to show him. Your hands crept to the hem of his hoodie where you teased cold thumbs to his torso. 

“I’m gonna take this off you, okay?” 

Chan nodded eagerly with hair fluffing once you pulled it over his head. 

“Take mine off?” You hushed into his ear to which he smacked dry lips to obey you. 

He took his time pulling it off you; he savored the way that your bare body looked in front of him with glossy eyes that shone with the soft pastel glow from his computer in the opposite corner of his room. His chest heaved with his excitement which only held even more shallow breaths once your top hit the floor. 

“I-I can touch you?” 

“You can touch me anywhere you want to, baby.” You followed his head back to the pillow where you parted his quivering lips with your own. You could feel his shock get caught in his throat, then snake out hotly from his mouth to yours. He kissed you carefully, but growing in greed once you ran the tip of your tongue over his bottom lip. His curious hands wrapped around your back where he rubbed lightly at your sides, then traversed to your chest. You sunk deeper onto him to the tune of the music skipping to the next song which sounded nearly like a chilled out pairing of twangy guitars. As far as you could tell, it sounded something like Grateful Dead. 

As your hips melded into his, Chan’s whole body jerked feeling the sudden contact of your pussy grind against him. As you had expected, he had hardened instantly, and his length bobbed and tented the thick fabric of his sweats. You kissed him deeper, exploring the corners of his mouth and the inside of his lower lip while tugged at the plush skin gently. 

You should have guessed, but this boy didn’t have a clue how to take a bra off, so you did the job for him, sure to give him a display at the same time just for the dramatic effect of your surprise. 

“H-holy shit.” Chan oggled your breasts from below. You were certain that he didn’t notice the way that he slicked his tongue slowly over his lip at the sight of you. 

“You can touch them too.” You purred back into his ear, and he eagerly brought thrilled hands to your nipples. 

“They’re really...um, pretty.” He said with fluttering eyes from your breasts to your eyes. What a gentleman he was being. 

You toyed with your delightfully hardened bud in your hand while he played with the other. You pulled lightly at the sliver stud piercing there to show him that he could do the same and wetted your fingertips with your tongue to bring the wet to your skin. He kneaded at your breast firmly at first, cupping it in his hand, then moved his attention to your sensitive skin aroused just from the softest touches. 

Your tiny moans was all the validation that he needed to squeeze harder and pull rougher. It was as if you could see his cute pent up fantasies unfolding right before you in his sparkling brown eyes. 

“Mm, that feels so good.” You coaxed him further, going to grind you ass harder into his own lap and indulging in the way that even in your shorts, your folds could part around the thick imprint of his dick. 

You collapsed over his face to align your nipples nearest his tongue which he gave no more thought. Chan kissed at them with trailing breathy moans of his own that melted into you and vibrated against the metal made one with your hardened buds. He sucked too with a flicking tongue that sent heat straight down to your clit. Each time his flattened tongue would return with the wet of his spit, you felt weaker and weaker for this boy becoming more tantalizing by the second. 

“Want to--want to take off even more?” The phrase barely escaped your lips. 

“Mmhm.” He agreed, then took to shimming off his pants quickly and watching you do the same, revealing your sky blue panties that always soaked in the way that you liked them to. 

Your show continued on, and you took two of our fingers to rub over your clit while facing him. He too had wetted a spot into his boxers that adorably bunched around the upper parts of his thighs. With your free hand, you slithered to his erection and traced the outline, leaving him on a teasing squeeze. 

“B-before we do anything else...I have to tell you something?” The young man hesitated, causing you to draw your hand back. 

“What is it?” 

“This is like my, first time, first time. You know?” 

“You’ve never--” 

“--I know. It’s...kinda embarassing...and the fact that it’s happening this way...” 

“You don’t want it to happen this way?” 

Chan stammered, but shook his head vehemently, “That's not it. I just don’t want you to be dissapointed...since I don’t really...know what I’m doing too well.” 

He cracked with a hopeful smile, and you couldn’t stand it any more. 

“Babyboy, you’ve got nothing to worry about, I don’t mind.” 

“You don’t?”

“No,” You scooched next to him to twist a couple of his deeply cherry red strands into your fingers, “In fact, the fact that you haven’t done this before...really turns me on. Got it?” 

Chan gulped, “S-so...what-what can I do for you? I’ll do anything?” 

You pressed a light kiss into his forehead with a hand trailing up his thigh and back to his dick which still throbbed with his excitement. 

“How about, you show me how you jerk off this cock of yours, angel? And I can show you how I do the same? For starters?” 

He licked his lips once more, hooking his hands under his waistband and freeing his cock pink, and even thicker than you had imagined. You slid yourself unto his arm to cuddle up close to him, one of your legs swung over his so he could see exactly how you played with your clit. 

He wrapped his hand around his dick with a tug which elicited a tiny “ah!” from his mouth. 

“That’s it...jerk your cute cock for me...just like that.” 

His eyes devoured the circles made by your hand between your legs--you strung together your slick between your fingers to him to see. The clear stringy cum shone on your fingers, making the other boy whimper out seeing how it coated them. 

“I want to touch you too...down there, so bad.” He pleaded after pumping faster at himself. 

“Oh? Pretty boy would like to feel what it’s like to touch my dripping cunt, hm? You know that watching you makes me like this...?” 

Chan gasped out at the thought, letting out an “mmhm.” that cracked in his throat. 

“C-can I?” 

The heat of your naked bodies intermingled and turned the air of his small room dense, and each of your senses became hyper aware in your own arousal: every hair that stood on end, every flinch of his muscles beside you, you could feel it all. 

“Of course you can.” 

Chan shifted, leaving his dripping cock to pulse on your thigh where he flipped on his side to dip his hand between your folds and against your swollen clit. 

“Rub in circles baby, or whatever feels right to you...you’ll know if it feels good for me.”

He nodded with hands trickling down to your pussy heated between your legs. 

There’s something different about him, it could be the fact that you know next to nothing about him, or how he makes you bothered. 

Slowly, his fingers dip between your folds slicked from your teasing--and the way that there mere sight of him teases you. Your back arches from the press of his fingers, and your bud throbs under each and every swipe of his fingers. 

“Feels good?” He whispers into your ear, tickling it. 

“Mm-yes.” With your free hand, you tangle your fingers into his hair to pull right at the roots. You bite a kiss into his lip while drawing him closer to you. His lips are plush and quivering like they can’t decide what to do with all the simulation at once. 

“Harder...you can press harder,” The words were airy on your tongue while your hips writhed. 

“Like this?” He circled harder, wider with his digits mixing with your cum. 

The room appeared to blur in your euphoria. Coupled with the gentle music playing there was a kind of peace to this boy and everything about his little space. The further he continued, the more you longed for him fully--to feel every inch of his length inside of you as you fucked him for the first time. 

Your hand grabbed at his hair even tighter: a symbol that he took as a good sign. He laughed out a little at your response. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He coos. Against your thigh, his dick bobs with a flared tip, begging for more attention. 

You moan out for him as you dig your heels into his bed, and watch the way that your nipples harden around the metal piercings just from his touch. 

“Just you wait baby, we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” Your kisses pull at his lower lip as you fill his mouth with more moans. “You don’t even know how fucking tight it is, how it feels when I pull you inside of me and how the friction feels when you’ll fuck me.” 

Chan shivers from your words with a gulp and lets his fingers fall down to your entrance where is curiosity gets the best of him. You wince feeling his fingers fill your pussy with the wonderful way that you desperately close around his digits. 

“Shit.”

“Are you ready?” You ask him permission before trailing a hand down his torso. 

“--Yes,” He nods quickly, “Please. God--I want to feel it. Show me.” 

You twitch from the lack of contact to your pussy when you swing your leg to straddle him. Your hips meet his, and he struggles for a moment over where to put his hands. In one motion you grind your dripping folds over his bare dick, slicking him up and down with the light grind of your hips. A broken gasp escapes from his lips which you catch with your own mouth in a kiss. His closed eyes flutter from the feeling of having you so close...but not completely yet. 

“Got a condom, angel?” You caress down his cheek and let your thumb linger over his bottom lip. 

Chan gives you a grunt in response before contorting his body to the side table where he fumbles for the plastic wrapper. His curtains dance a little with a breeze caught in them, likely from the window being open. The air smells a bit like water, and it’s cool and crisp in your lungs. It cools the surging heat that your body succumbs to. 

You move for him to roll the condom on, tracing the muscles of his chest. His skin is untouched, unmarked, and suddenly all you crave is to see him bruised and scraped in pink. You dig your nails into his chest seeing the way he jerks at himself just a bit more while looking up at you in awe. 

“H-how do we do this?” He asks. 

“Just...do as I say...’kay?” 

Your date nods, letting you take complete control over his body. You start at his neck with kisses that turn heavier and heavier then darker and darker. He busies his hands by cupping into your breasts and tweaking with the hardened buds. 

“Just lay still, I can put in the work pup, okay?” You reach for his erection further down his body, and he finds handles in your hips and ass. 

“I can do that.” He sighs out with a little groan feeling your hand squeeze at him. 

At first, you tease your entrance with his head, barely letting him feel anything besides your clit against his pink tip. His skin grows dewy in his anticipation, and he licks at his lips which dry from each breathy exhale he uses to steady himself. You take your cum to wet at his dick with your hand, and push harder at his sides with your thighs. 

“Tell me if you ever want me to stop, got it?” 

Chan hastily nods, digging deeper into your sides. 

“Fuck, just--fuck me already...I can’t...it’s really...hurts to wait--” 

“Getting demanding now are you?” You tap a light slap to his face. “You’re doing what I say, not the other way around.” 

“S-sorry...” He whines. 

You resume, sitting properly on his length: all the way down, all the way to your cervix which screams in ecstasy from feeling him fill you so deeply. 

“Fuck.” He groans, but his curse is intertwined with a beautiful giddy smile. “Its really tight. Oh god--” 

You lean over him to attach your lips with his once more--a tiny distraction from the way that you start to roll your hips over his length. Chan freely lets his moans tickle your lips, each of them more gruff than the last as he looses himself in you and your rhythm. He’s dizzied: lightheaded--even you can tell. The new sensation takes him over, and he’s left a mess for you: hips trembling while you work your pussy up and down his length and his fingers claw into your shoulder blades. 

Chan’s Adam’s apple bounces as he gulps dry, forming praises the best that he can. “Feels...amazing...” 

You sit back, allowing his full length to tease your g-spot as you fuck him rougher, indulging yourself to all the pleasure that he can give you when you let him in as deeply as possible. He notices the change, and supports your body up with hands running up and down your chest, and down your arms where he pulls at the skin with his short nails. 

“You like this?” You gasp between each roll of your hips. “How my cunt feels on your cock? How I can use you like this? Use your words Channie.” 

“Yes. Fuck yes. Yo-You look...mm--” 

You giggle a little at the light pink blush to his cheeks and the way that he stumbles over his words. 

“Think you can last a little longer, baby?” Your fingers creep to his throat where you tease at squeezing his neck.  

He pauses, loosing himself in it again before giving you a rushed answer: “I think? It’s just...really intense I think that I’m c-close already.” 

You permit him only a couple more seconds of you, then glide off him carefully to which he whines out in confusion. 

“Your turn to fuck me now. Come on, behind me.” 

Chan looks bewildered and breathless, but he does as he’s told and tosses aside stray pieces of clothing on the bed to get to you. You hoist up your hips for him after burying your face into the mattress. To guide him further, you fuck your fingers for him too at this angle, only stopping once you feel the pressure of his cock once more. He slides himself in agonizingly slow until he bottom’s out with a choked moan. 

“Fuck me baby boy. You know what do to.” 

Your date’s hand finds your hips once more which he firmly grasps, then begins screwing into your pussy already blazing with heat and your orgasm building from before. He finds his pace after a while and fills the room with the fleshy sound of skin on skin. Your own fingers find their own way back to your clit where you rub in tandem with his thrusts. 

“Oh,” He gasps quietly. 

Your nails bury into the comforter of the bed, and your teeth clench harder as he milks himself into you and grows in pace. 

“Fuck yes baby, fuck me just like that. You’re doing so good; fucking my pussy just like you should...” 

Your orgasm quickens hearing the praises come from the bottom of your heart and the way that he grunts out hearing them. For someone who’s never done this before, it’s unbelievable how good he is at it all. 

He shudders, and you feel yourself tighten around him further, sensing both of your release coming near. Your hookup doubles over your back, burning you with the heat from his body as he fucks into you with reckless thrusts. 

“Shit, I’m so, so close.” He admits though clenched teeth. 

“Me too baby, finish me off, cum inside until you’re throbbing and you can’t take any-anymore.” 

A switches flips within this once innocent man, and you feel the bed creak as he kneels on one leg, then lifts one to stamp upon the bed to better his angle. The new position directly sends your g-spot into flames, and you shake from limb to limb feeling your orgasm right on the brink. 

He growls upon his release, finishing it off with shallow breaths once he nearly collapses over your back to feel each drop of his cum release inside of your pussy. You rub your orgasm out until you see lightning behind your eyelids and it’s heightened by the way that he twitches with his cum against your deepest spot. 

“A-are you okay?” Your adorable date immediately asks once you gasp and writhe under him. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine...fuck,” You laugh out, “That felt unreal Channie.” 

He shakes once his softening dick leaves your hole, and you get a good look at this stranger: chest flushed and hair messed over his forehead. He falls down to his side on the bed still breathless and letting out happy little laughs. 

“I’m sorry if that was like, really fast. It just all felt...so good, and, I couldn’t really control it--” 

“Mm, don’t you worry.” You sweep down to kiss his gasping mouth. Silently, you thank whoever it was in the universe that let you meet this boy on this night, and whoever willed you to leave that party. 

“What do we do now?” Chan asks, still bare for you to take in wholly. You wanted to tell him, but couldn’t find the words. He was kind of beautiful. 

“Whatever we want. I could go, or I could stay. Really anything goes.” 

His chest is peppered with your purple love bites, and you wish then to give him even more if you have the chance--whenever that might be. 

Chan tilts his head, “Stay?” 

“Well, we still need to get to know eachother don’t we?” 

The handsome stranger grins, and lets his hand trace the side of your face. The cool of the room feels addictive against you, and it weaves around your neck and against the little hairs of your arms. 

“You’re right.” He nods, “There's only so much you can tell about a person from these kind of dating apps.” 

“That’s true.” Your hand discovers his collarbones, which you trace lightly. “It’s nothing like the real thing.” 

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hi my dearest nikki <3, for Valentines season, Idk if someone already requested this but I wanted a Tae x y/n vacation somewhere abroad with some spicy steamin' lovemaking and a marriage proposal perhaps? hahaha i am forever in love with these two and your playlist in PW is my everyday playlist,just a tmi :)

perfectly wrong | drabble [12]: when the love is real, and right.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, sweet taehyung, unprotected soft sex as you try and cater to your man, straddling, some breast play, nothing too bad really - this drabble is meant to be cute af! (highly recommend music linked above lol)

note: imma make ya’ll cry with this one. lmfao, jk 😂 please don’t cry! happy valentines, loves! you are all beautiful and strong ❤️ you’ve come so far, please don’t ever give up! keep on keepin’ on, baby! i’ll always be here rooting for you!

update: please read this announcement!

School graciously provided another week of freedom in February, which so happened to fall right by Valentine's day. You were excited to relax and sleep in, be lazy with Taehyung and do absolutely nothing.

Except, not. Because all of a sudden, your man is rushing into your apartment, telling you to pack your things so you could make it in time for your flight later that evening.

"We gotta go, love." He pulls the luggage out of your closet and starts throwing your undies and bras from your drawer into it.

"Taehyung, please. What are you doing?" You looked over your covers, too lazy to move and do anything about it right now. You watched as he started rummaging through your pajamas and your socks, for whatever reason. "Tae, hello?"

"Come on, you need to pack. We have a flight to catch."

"Says who?"

"Says me." He smiles toothlessly, his bread cheeks poking out from either of his face as he holds up two airline tickets. Because you have terrible eyesight, you can't even make out the destination on the tickets and you don't even try to. It would be useless.

"Where are we going? I thought we were just going to stay home all week."

"I mean, that's always nice, but I saw that flights were cheap so I just bought 'em."

"So you just bought 'em? Really?"

"Miss girl, I don't have time to answer all of your questions right now. I can do that on the flight." He tilts his head and starts motioning for you to get up. "Come on, pretty please? It'll be worth it, I promise." You slightly whine, but you get up anyways and start to get ready for whatever this was. You throw on some comfy sweats and Taehyung's hoodie, then begin to pack your things. He says it's a tropical area [but 'not really,' he also says?], it's mainly humid and you'll be going into the water majority of the time. So, you pack a few bathing suits, a few light kimono type cardigans, shorts, crop tops and light jackets and call it a day. You've left whatever pajamas, underwear, socks and bras Taehyung had throw into your luggage cause at this point, you've learned that he does pay attention to what you pack and bring along.

And so that's what happened before you found yourself in a 1-bedroom Villa overlooking the ocean in Disney Aulani 8 hours later. You began to think this was planned all along, being that Taehyung had snagged a fancy room, with an ocean view and a fat bouquet of roses just waiting for you on the king-sized bed. Happy was an understatement.

Taehyung had made sure your entire week was filled with things to do, being that you both didn't know when you could go back to Hawaii like this. He rented out a jeep, driving you around the entire island of Oahu within the week's time, sight seeing, taking tons of pics together, stopping at food trucks, shopping small towns, and pulling random, small hikes together. He even made sure to take you to the Dole Plantation so you could grab that dole whip you had been raving about for so long and to the flea market to grab tons of cheap, fun souvenirs. He knew just what you liked, and he knew what would make you happy. He was happy to see you happy. Some days also were more lowkey, where you'd spend it at the various pools in Aulani's backyard, going snorkeling or paddle boarding, or even just going down the street at the ABC Convenience Store to binge on the cheap hot food [like $2 spam masubis!] and milk tea.

If it was easy to just snap your fingers and live somewhere else with Tae, it would be right here. Days moved so slowly on the island and you loved every minute of it. People really appreciated taking things slow here. Just imagining your life with Taehyung on an island like Oahu was *chef's kiss* - imagining your man in his shorts and fluffy hair in a loose shirt, waking up to the sounds of the beach every day. God damn. You truly loved him, and you'd go anywhere with him.

And Taehyung felt the same exact way, which is why he had one last thing planned before it was time to head back.

He had gone downstairs to grab some things as he says, but he had asked you to get dressed so he could take you on a fancy, romantic dinner. He had thrown on some slacks and a button up short-sleeved shirt tucked in, his curls messy but also not? Whatever you call it, he was fine as hell and you wanted nothing but to eat him up. Truthfully. You sat on the couch in a simple black, off the shoulder, mesh-like dress, which Taehyung also wanted nothing but to eat you up with the way you were swaying your hips in that dress. On everything, he almost wanted to call dinner quits just so he could have you instead.

But, he needed to stick to the plan for specific reasons. You sat on the couch, flipping through the channels when Taehyung had walked in and straight into the room. He had something tucked under his arm but you couldn't figure out what else he was fiddling with in his hands. Then, you heard him on the phone, faintly responding behind the walls with a 'sounds good, thank you!' before he opened the room door with a smile on his face.

"Ready for dinner?"

"Sure, weirdo." You laughed as you walked towards him, getting on your tippytoes to plant a kiss on his lips. He took your hand and led you inside the room, only for you to see the balcony lit with candles and a table for two set up, with a simple rose in the middle as decoration and soft music playing in the background. You had placed your hand over your mouth, speechless as to how he even did this right under your nose.

The best part [besides Tae himself] was the view of the ocean with the sun slowly setting in front of you.

"Welcome to Maison de Taehyung." He giggled with that deep, nerdy giggle of his that you love so much, making you playfully shove him away. Before you could make your way to the balcony, there was a knock on the door. Taehyung had welcomed Room Service in, allowing them to wheel in the food to the balcony and set the rest of the finishing touches before leaving you both to your privacy.

"Baaaaabe." You whined, almost in tears. He pulls you close, his large hands cupping your cheeks as he plants a kiss on your forehead. Your nose. Your lips. The butterflies.

He leads the way, pulling out your chair before sitting himself down. The food was amazing, the main course being a specialty the chef had whipped up just for Taehyung pulling his charm downstairs with the front desk. Typical Tae, really. You didn't need dessert, being that the main dish was super filling, but you ate it anyways because fuck it - you're in Hawaii with the love of your life and it was a bomb ass chocolate cake. You don't skip on that.

You sit on the bed as room service is quickly cleaning out the balcony, taking the plates and the table cloth along with them. You were full and satisfied, and you couldn't wait to just be in bed in Tae's arms. Dinner was special because not only did you get to eat this food with that view, but you got to talk to Tae about everything and anything. He indulged in every minute of it, giving you his undivided attention while the colors of the sunset bounced off of your skin. He loved you more than you even knew. He loved that he was here with you, and that you had taken a chance on him because this is where he wanted to be. This is the life he wanted, and this is the person he wanted to share it with.

"I'll be right back, baby."

"What are you up to now?" You giggled.

"Mmm, it's probably best you just wait." You nod silently as you watch him walk out of the room.

You stepped out into the balcony again in hopes of Tae joining you when he gets back, getting the last few bits of the sun right before it sunk into the horizon. Your phone began to buzz in your hands, signaling a call coming in.

"Jeon Jungkook." You answer his facetime call.

"Let me see Hawaii."

"You're too late, the sun literally just went down." He clicks his teeth.

"Maaaan. I would have liked an invite."

"Don't get mad at me fool, I didn't even know we had a flight until Taehyung busted into my room trying to pack my things." He laughs.

"What a guy."

"What do you want?"

"Jeez, that's no way to talk to your bestfriend."

"I'm on vacation, you should be lucky I didn't send your ass to voicemail. What do you want?"

"I just wanna talk to you guys. I'm bored."'

"Where's Hobi and Yoongs?"

"Being boring at their own homes."

"Jin?"

"Cafe."

"Jimin and Namjoon?"

"Jimin is home, Namjoon is downtown."

"Then sucks to suck, loner."

"You're a real piece of work, even in Hawaii." You laugh. "Where's Tae?"

"I don't know, he ran off again. He's been busy trying to surprise me with things left and right."

"Has he now?" Jungkook bites his bottom lip, knowing full well what's about to happen next. The whole reason Taehyung stepped out was to call him and calm his nerves. Was this Taehyung's bestfriend, or yours?

"Yeah, he's the best." You say, smiling to yourself as you fiddle with the top portion of your dress. You hear the front door close, assuming Taehyung had gotten back from whatever he was doing. "Uh, I think he's back, I should--"

"No, can't you just talk to me for like 5 minutes, Y/N?"

"Why are you so needy?" You chuckled.

"I just told you I was bored. I wanna say hi to Tae."

"Well when he comes here, I'll let you say hi."

"What else did you guys do today?"

"Uh, we took it pretty easy and played around at the beach."

"Cute."

"Baby, can you help me find something?" You hear Taehyung's voice right behind you.

"Sure." You say, keeping your eyes on Jungkook, who's chuckling to himself. You furrowed your brows at the camera. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. Go help him."

"Okay, hold on." You say, putting the phone down by your hip. You turned, only to jump back in surprise. "Taehyung!" You gasped, your hand over your mouth. Taehyung had been behind you the whole time, his 100 watt smile shining as he bent down on one knee, holding out a small case that held a fancy diamond ring.

"Look, you know I'm pretty bad with speeches but I think you already know how you make me feel. I just, I--" He did a slight head tilt as he chuckled and took another deep breath. "I really, really love you, Y/N. It's always been you. You've become my better half and I truly can't see my life without you." You begin to cry heavily, forgetting Jungkook is still hanging on to dear life by your hip. It all makes sense now.

Why the hell would Jungkook call you at this time?

"Will you spend the rest of your life with me?" He asks, tears welling up in his eyes watching you cry in front of him. Your words can't escape your mouth because you really don't even know what to say. You're speechless, and you didn't even expect this to happen right at this moment. You knew you loved him, and you knew you were set with him. But to have him propose on a night like this in Hawaii? Unbelievable.

You nod and he shakily slips the ring onto your ring finger before you wrap your arms around his neck tightly as he hugs you. You pulled back to kiss him, only to be startled by all the screaming coming from your phone. Taehyung laughs as he holds you and watches you bring the phone back up to your view, seeing Jimin, Namjoon, Hobi, Yoongi and Jin all in one frame with Kook.

"You fucking liar!" You yell at Kook, making him laugh his loud, elmo laugh.

"We love youuuuuuuuu!" Jimin yells from his position, with Jin blowing kisses into the frame.

"You planned this all along." You turn and say to Taehyung softly. He just nods and shrugs, making you bite your bottom lip as to how attractive he was for pulling all of this shit right under your nose. "I'm gonna have to call you guys back later."

"Ooooooh, ew." Yoongi says before you abruptly hang up the call and jump into Tae's arms.

He brings you into the room, you tossing your phone onto the dresser, causing Taehyung to laugh into the kiss. He sits on the edge of the bed as you grip his face softly, your tongues fighting each other for dominance as the kiss intensifies. You feel his hands start to unzip your dress from the back, causing you to bite his bottom lip and gently pull back. He lets out a small moan as he fiddles with the rest of your zipper and successfully gets the dress to fall from your shoulders, exposing your breasts from underneath. You arch your back slightly, allowing Taehyung to plant kisses down your neck and to your breasts, using his tongue to toy with each nipple one by one. He sucks on it gently, pulling back with a pop before he blows onto them, goosebumps rippling through your body. You quickly unbutton his shirt as he's kissing your neck, causing you to let out a small hiss feeling his tongue against your skin.

It doesn't take long before both of your clothes are scattered across one side of the room, Tae holding you close as you continue to straddle him. You grind your hips into his, feeling his hardened member rub against your throbbing pussy.

"Fuck." He whispers. "I can feel how wet you are." You bite onto your bottom lip as you position yourself onto his hardened member and slowly sink yourself down. You watch as his head tilts backwards, eyes shut while his mouth is slightly opened to let out a moan. You began to slowly rock your hips into his, his arms wrapping tightly around you. You loved feeling his warm skin against yours and his strong arms holding you close. "Baby." He moans. "God, I love you." He says as you start to pick up your pace, rocking your hips a little  quicker.

"Nnnnng--Tae." You let out a breathy moan, tilting your head back in pleasure. Your back slightly arches along with it, allowing Tae to let his hands roam up your back while he kissed you softly along your chest, down to your stomach and back up to your breasts. He loved every bit of you, and he wanted to show you. Every. Single. Inch.

"If you keep moving like that, you're gonna make me cum." He whispers, nibbling onto your earlobe while his hands guide you, pushing you to ride him faster. In which, you do. You grant your man's wishes and pick up the pace quite a bit. The least you could do is cater to him after what he's done for you this week. He's moaning your name, calling you baby and whispering how special you are to him in your ear, making it incredibly difficult for you to keep holding on while he does so. "You're so beautiful."

"Babe, I'm close." Your nose is touching his, his eyes locked onto yours. "Fuck, babe. I'm gonna cum." You whine the more your hips are working his cock. You feel every inch of him inside of you, tickling your core enough to send you hurdling over the edge in a matter of minutes. "Ohhhh, fuck!" You yell, your body tensing up as he holds you close with your hands tangled in his hair. It's not long before he fills you up, your walls pulsating around his member being the cherry on top for him.

"Mmmmmshit! Baaaaby." He elongates his moan, no other noises coming out of him as the sensation completely takes over his body. You wrap your arms around his neck while regulating your breathing, his member beginning to soften within you.

"I love you." You whisper in his ear.

"I love you too, fiancé." He says, causing you to giggle as he places a kiss on your shoulder before allowing you to get up and get cleaned up.

So, we're really doing this thing, huh?

This thing called life with Kim Taehyung.

Absolutely, yes. 100%. 

You'd do it over and over again, just as long as he was by your side.

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