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honeylations · 10 months

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- Star Of My Night -

PART TWO

YU JIMIN (KARINA) x FEM!READER

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“Listen, I know you just woke up but what is that on your neck? Is that what I think it is?” Winter asked with wide eyes, her index pointing at the dark purple spot on her leader’s neck.

They were all seated at the kitchen table, eating the pancakes NingNing had made. Karina opened her camera app and gasped at the hickey the Haze guitarist had given her the previous night. She passed out in the taxi on the way back that she had forgotten all about it.

“Ohhhh our leader finally got in with somebody last night? Boy or girl? Were they hot? Please tell me you got their number!” Giselle rambled, earning a slap to the back of the head by Winter.

“I’m too hungover for this, please leave me alone” The leader sighed.

“Come on please? Give the details! You owe us after disappearing like that!” Giselle persisted, crossing her arms like a strict mom.

The leader groaned into her palms before sitting up. “If it’ll get you to shut up. I made out with a girl last night and we were about to get into it until your dumbass called me to come back! Because of you, I was frustrated and horny!”

“Sorry about the cockblocking but who was the girl? Is she just some random?”

Karina gulped and the way her eyes widened and face turned red, the rest of the members gasped. NingNing almost dropping her spatula.

“It was the guitarist from last night’s band wasn’t it!!!” Winter squealed, deafening the blonde leader who could only grown into her palms again.

“Please don’t make it a big deal…”

“Oh this is definitely a big deal! You scored a 100!! And Y/n is totally your type. Tall, hot, plays guitar JUST FUCK ALREADY!” Giselle cheered.

“We could’ve fucked if YOU DIDNT FUCKING CALL ME YOU ASSWIPE!”

“I said I was sorry! Did you get her phone number?”

Karina froze again, remembering her slipping a note with her number on it in Y/n’s pocket. She then rushed to check her phone notification and saw one message from a random number.

Y/N: [Hey Karina, it’s Y/n. Hope this is the right number or I’d be very embarrassed right now…]

RINA: [Hey Y/n and yes it’s me :)]

Y/N: [Hmmm there’s a lot of liars nowadays. I won’t believe you unless you sent a pic of what you look like rn hehe]

RINA: [A photo?! I look like a train wreck!]

Y/N: [I’ll be the judge of that. Pic please?]

RINA: [You sound more of a creep than I do -_- And plus a pic isn’t proper evidence either!]

Y/N: [Video call then?]

Karina’s hands quickly moved to her hair, brushing it down neatly and ensuring her face looked clean. She then, with a shaky finger, clicked the video call button and Y/n picked up after one ring.

“Good morning, angel”

“Believe me now? I’m no catfish”

“Yes yes I believe you. Do you always look good in the mornings?”

Karina looked away and smiled.

“Good morning Y/n-ssi! Care for some pancakes?” NingNing yelled from the stove.

“Is that NingNing?” Y/n giggled and Karina nodded with an embarrassed look.

“Yes it is!” NingNing replied.

“Oh good morning! I appreciate the offer but I’ve already eaten my breakfast”

“No worries then. At least you were able to get up properly in the morning, unlike SOMEONE” The Chinese member aimed her tone at the blonde leader.

“Anddddd I’m going to my room. Bye” Karina quickly said and rushed upstairs to her bedroom, sitting on the edge of her bed. “Hi”

“Hey Rina, are you feeling alright after…you know, last night? I didn’t want it to seem like I was taking advantage of you since you were drunk. I got too caught up in the moment”

The leader’s heart melted at the girl’s sweetness. “My head hurts from the hangover but Y/n, I promise you I knew what I was doing last night. I wanted to kiss you and there was nothing in that moment that I regret”

“I’m sorry about your neck, I went a bit overboard. Do you have any schedule photoshoots soon?”

Karina shook her head. “Luckily I don’t. How about you? I’m assuming since you look fresh and well dressed in this ugly morning”

Y/n chuckled. “Well dressed? I’m in my home clothes, silly.” The band member showed a glimpse of her home outfit which was just a black shirt, black and white flannel pants, and white socks. “:I also have a daily morning routine that I follow even on my days off so I just naturally wake up early”

“Wait so you’re free all day?”

“That’s right”

“Did you…um… wanna go out? I know a good cafe near an art gallery” Karina shyly asked, looking down at her sock covered feet.

“Is THE Yu Jimin asking me out on a date right now?” Y/n smiled like an idiot, her right cheek dimple showing.

“The offer ends in 3-“

“I ACCEPT THE OFFER I ACCEPT THE OFFER!”

Karina laughed whole heartedly. “It’s 10:03am right now, we can meet up at 12:30”

“Sounds perfect but I can pick you up if that’s okay with you and your manager. I’m a good driver I promise”

“If I die, I’ll haunt you for the rest of your idol life” Karina joked, giving an angry face that Y/n found too cute.

“Sounds reasonable”

“My manager is laid back so he’ll be fine with you picking me up. My girls won’t be fine if I come back home with a scratch on my face though”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh for what felt like the millionth time. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Miss Yu. Im sorry but I have to end the call here, Hanna just texted that my new guitar has arrived and I gotta unbox it before the next show”

“Awww on your day off?” Karina pouted.

“Hanna will punch me flat if I don’t get it done now or else it’ll waste our practice time”

“Oh yikes, don’t like the sound of that. Alright, I’ll see you later then”

“I’ll message you when I’m on my way”

“Bye bye~”

Y/n winked before the call ended, sending Karina into a squealing mess on her bed. NingNing had to run in and throw a plushie at her leader from the deafening noise.

“SHUT. UP!”

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“Ohhhhh someone looks really happy in the morning~” Eunsook, the band’s leader walked in with a huge smirk on her face.

“Just a good morning, I guess” Y/n shrugged and adjusted her metal frame glasses.

“Either that or it’s because of her new girlllllllfrienddddd” Jungwon sat next to the guitarist and started nudging her with her shoulder.

“Hey stop that, she’s not my girlfriend….Yet. I don’t know, we’re going out today”

“OH A DATE?! You haven’t been on a date since that girl from izone. What was her name again? Heewon?” Hanna asked, looking up to the ceiling in hopes it would speed up her memory.

“Her name was Hyewon and I mentioned before that it was a mutual decision for us to stop talking”

“Here we go again…” Eunsook rolled her eyes and giggled, starting to make her morning coffee.

“Her group’s contract ended so she was going through a rough time with the disbandment, and our band was growing in popularity! What were we supposed to do?”

“Talk it out like proper adults, maybe? You two really liked each other” Jungwon said, and Y/n felt her heart hurt from the memories with Hyewon.

“It’s been a long time now so it doesn’t matter. I like Karina now and I have a good feeling about her. Hyewon moved on anyways so who am I to care?”

“Hey don’t get sour now please, Y/n-ie. Karina seems like a great person and we’re not trying to stop you from pursuing her. We just don’t want you going through another heartbreak that it’ll affect your motivation with the band” Eunsook said in a firm tone.

“I won’t let that happen, Unnie, I promise. I really like Karina and I hope she likes me too”

“Well there’s no doubt in that because she has heart eyes for you bro. I’ve never seen someone so in love. Give me your natural charms” Hanna pouted.

“Oh shush. I’m gonna go get ready now” Y/n sighed and made her way to the stairs but her leader’s voice stopped her.

“Hey Y/n”

“Yeah?”

“First of all, don’t forget about unboxing your new guitar and setting up for practice tomorrow. Two, don’t forget to use a condom. I slid one in your wallet just in case” Eunsook winked, making Y/n’s face go all red.

“UNNIE!”

“I’M JUST PROTECTING YOU!”

———

Y/n and Karina ended up staying out longer than expected.

It was already 9pm but none of the two were willing to let the day end.

At the moment, they were in the car after Y/n offered to take Karina back to Haze’s dorm. The Aespa leader took a quick glance at the taller’s side profile, admiring her clear skin, pretty nose, pretty lips…to the way Y/n kept one hand on the wheel while the other moved to hold Karina’s hand.

The blonde looked out the window to hide her stupid grin and she thanked the heavens that they finally arrived at their destination otherwise her face would’ve melted from how hot it was.

However, the moment Y/n removed her seatbelt, she made no movement in getting out the car.

“You alright, Y/n?”

Using her thumb to caress her hand, Y/n licked her lips before meeting Karina’s eyes. “I just have a question”

“Yeah?”

“Are you seeing anyone right now?”

Karina wanted to laugh really hard but the way the taller looked so nervous had forced her to hold it back. “If I was, I wouldn’t be here with you right now, silly”

“S-So…I-If I said I really liked you right now and want to see you more…Would you be okay with that?”

Karina’s heart melted before she pulled the guitarist towards her and connected their lips. Both of their hearts were jumping like crazy and Karina softly pulled away, her lips hovering close to the other’s. “Of course I’d be okay with that”

“You don’t understand how you make me feel, Rina” Y/n husked, breathing becoming heavier at the way the blonde’s eyes hypnotised her.

“How about we finished what we started last night?” Karina smirked, peppering kisses across Y/n’s jaw and inching her lips close to her ear. “Show me how much you like me, baby”.

Y/n gulped at the pet name, feeling her not-so-little friend down there start to get excited. The taller held Karina’s hand tighter and dragged them inside the dorm, rushing their way upstairs to the guitarist’s bedroom.

Karina found the layout pretty. Band posters on the walls, a few signed guitars displayed at the corner, a gaming desk just beside her, and a queen sized bed covered in a grey coloured quilt.

Her little tour ended when Y/n’s hand grabbed her chin and gently made her look up, lust still in her eyes. “You’re so beautiful, angel”

Karina wanted to look away like she usually does when being complimented but the feeling of those soft lips on her’s had stopped her from doing so.

Soft went to rough, Karina’s hands wrapping around the band member’s nape and pulling her impossible closer as if Y/n was going to disappear. Y/n’s large hands rested on the leader’s small waist, guiding her to lay on the bed, tongues never leaving each other.

“Y/n, please, baby”

Y/n sat up on her knees and pulled off her shirt, revealing her smooth yet muscular body, abs on full display and her chain resting on her collarbones.

It was enough to make Karina drool.

Y/n’s pants were removed next, her bulge appearing bigger under the black boxers.

Karina bit her lower lip and found it unfair how the woman above her was almost naked yet she was still in her short dress. Sitting up, she unzipped her white dress and threw it on the floor, leaving her in matching white lingerie that Y/n seemed to like alot.

“Take everything off, angel. I want to see all of you” Y/n husked, hand massaging her aching erection over the boxers.

Karina didn’t need to be told twice. Both under garments were gone within a second, Y/n’s breath hitching at the bare sight. “Fuck, I’m going crazy”

“What are you waiting for? Make me yours” Karina hummed, her fingers gently drawing circles over her clit, bring them down to her soaked entrance to spread her juices. “Please Y/n-ie. I want to feel you inside me”

Y/n growled and brought their lips together harshly, one hand holding herself up while the other expertly removed her boxers, grabbing her cock to rub the tip up and down her slit.

“Ruin me good, baby. Please!” Karina started to beg, squeezing at Y/n’s shoulders.

“Wait, angel. Let me just put a condom on okay?” The taller was about to get up but Karina was quick to lock her in place.

“No no please just cum inside me. I’m on the pill, I promise” Karina pleaded, eyes starting to water at how empty she felt despite not having the full experience of Y/n’s length. “Come on baby, fuck me good. I want to forget my name”

That was the last straw for the guitarist. She held her cock at Karina’s entrance and pushed inside with one thrust, jolting the smaller’s body with a loud moan.

“F-Fuck yes that’s it, baby!” Karina cried, feeling torn apart.

“Didn’t expect you to be such a cockslut, Rina. I bet you’re like this with all the other dicks you had put in you. Am I right, baby?” Y/n groaned, moving at a slow and steady pace.

Karina shook her head. “N-No, yours is better. So much fucking better! Please go faster!”

Who was Y/n to disobey her princess? Holding herself up, her hips started to move at a rougher pace, the intimate noises increasing in volume throughout the room. Her lips moved to Karina’s left breast, making her nipple shiny with spit before sending equal attention to the other. Karina couldn’t think of anything else other than the girl above her and the thick long cock that pounded into her deliciously.

“O-Oh my god! Ah~ S-So fucking full!”

Y/n laid her head on the shorter’s shoulder, one hand moving down to hold Karina’s leg up and the other wrapped around her neck, letting Y/n push in deeper. Karina could feel the older in her womb, making her scream louder, tears pouring down her face at the overwhelming feeling.

“Y-Y/n! You’re so deep inside me, baby”

From the way Karina’s walls started to tighten around her cock, Y/n knew she was close and it encouraged her to paint the girl’s neck with an endless amount of hickies before pulling her lips away to admire the work of art:

Her pale faced stained with tears, lips swollen and red, eyes half lidded, the lewd noises escaping her mouth that was hung open…God, Y/n was gonna explode then and there.

As for Karina’s view: the taller’s black hair was attractively messed up, sweat running down her neck where her chain was hanging and jolting with every thrust. Her abs looked more defined from the lighting and Karina wanted nothing more than littering the pretty skin with love bites.

“I wanna cum~ Will you let me cum, daddy? Please?” The Aespa leader panted, her tone making Y/n clench her jaw from the abrupt new pet name.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna cum in you…I-I can’t..”

Karina wasn’t gonna take that as an answer. She locked her legs around the taller’s waist and grinded her hips. “I want your cum, daddy. Wouldn’t you like that? Filling me up until my pussy can’t hold anymore of it? Don’t you wanna reward me for being so good?”

Y/n wanted her to shut the fuck up but the image of flooding the idol with her cum was making it harder for her to easily pull away.

She didn’t want to risk the pregnancy.

She couldn’t.

She shouldn’t.

Oh but by the way Rina stared into Y/n’s eyes and continued moaning her name, begging at how she wanted to take all the cum…

Y/n couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Ah…A-Ah fuck, baby!”’

“Yes, that’s it! That’s it! I’m cumming, Y/n-ie!” Rina released one last scream as her legs shook.

Y/n groaned, her hips slowing down while her cock painted the tight walls white, feeling their mixed liquids gushing down to her balls and on the bed. The guitarist slowly pulled out and laid beside the kpop idol, trying to catch her breath.

“Rina…”

“Yeah?”

“Be mine?”

Karina giggled despite her tired state and used the last of her strength to lay her sweaty body on top of Y/n’s, laying her head in the crook of her neck. “You ask me that right after you destroyed my insides?”

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now..”

Karina smiled and leaned up to press a soft kiss on her lips. “Yes I’ll be yours. All yours~”

“Princess…”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think Eunsook Unnie will get mad at me for not using the condom she prepared in my wallet?”

“Oh my god you’re such a dork! I told you I’m on the pill, it’s okay, baby” Karina laughed again, cupping her girlfriend’s face.

“I worry too much sometimes”

“And that’s okay. Let’s sleep now and we can plan something to do tomorrow morning” The leader suggested, admiring how Y/n’s eyes sparkled.

“I love you”

“I love you too, dorky”

#gxg #wlw #Yu Jimin #Aespa smut #Karina smut #Aespa x fem reader #Karina x reader

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jujumin-translates · 1 month

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★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 2 - Storm Before a Storm

Towa: --.

???: …This yours?

???: Oh, a flier for Magicians’. That’s nostalgic.

Towa: (Huh, that voice… nonono, wait, wait…)

???: …Hey.

Towa: (No way, this can’t be real, is it really…?)

Masumi: ?

Towa: O-Oshi… w-wa- uwagh…

Masumi: What?

Towa: (Oh God, his face is so cool… I can’t look at him directly… but I want to. Huh, but what is he doing here… I’m seriously gonna die of an oshi overdose…)

Chikage: Are you alright?

Towa: P-Probably not…

*Collapses*

Masumi: Wait--.

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Towa: …Nm?

Izumi: Thank goodness. Are you okay?

Towa: I…

Izumi: You collapsed near our theater. One of our troupe members had to carry you here.

Towa: Collapsed…

Towa: (One of their troupe members… near this theater…)

Towa: W-Wait, this is…

Izumi: Hm? This is MANKAI Theater-- MANKAI Company’s, our theater company’s theater.

Towa: !! This is… this is it? For real!? Like I’m not dreaming!?

Izumi: Whoa.

Masumi: Hey, don’t just touch her without permission.

Towa: A-Aaauh~... so cool… you’re still so cool even when you’re looking at me… I wanna take a pic… I wanna burn this image into my eyes…

Masumi: What?

Tsuzuru: Masumi, how is he?

Itaru: Oh, he’s awake.

Sakuya: Are you okay? Do you need us to get you some water?

Towa: !!

Towa: The actual legit Spring Troupe…!? With all of its members…!!

Citron: Could you be a fin of ours?

Tsuzuru: You mean a fan?

Towa: Citron-san mispronouncing something and Tsuzuru-san correcting him live…!

Itaru: You make it sound like you’re getting to peek behind the curtain.

Towa: U-Um, I’ve been a fan of MANKAI Company for forever…!

Towa: I really love the whole company, but I’m especially a Spring Troupe oshi, um… ah.

Towa: Uwaah, I’m sorry, I’m just so nervous in front of all of you!

Itaru: Nice, got any particular oshi within Spring Troupe?

Towa: --.

Masumi: ?

Towa: U-Umm, I got addicted to MANKAI Company because of your performances in Magicians’, especially Masumi-kun’s…

Tsuzuru: Masumi, say thank you.

Izumi: Why don’t you do something like shake his hand?

Towa: Huh!? No, wait, I don’t have a handshake ticket or anything, but are you sure!?

Itaru: Nah, we don’t have a system like that.

Izumi: C’mon, Masumi-kun.

Masumi: …Nice to meet you.

Towa: Uwaahh… you’re always so cool… I’m never washing this hand again…!

Citron: That is unclean!

Towa: A-Ah, right! Masumi-kun, can I get your autograph!?

Masumi: …Annoying.

Towa: That’s the only other thing I want…! It’ll be like an heirloom…! Please! Without proof, this moment will just be like an illusion…!

Chikage: Leaving evidence with a signature?

Itaru: I mean, it tracks.

Izumi: He’s kept that flier with him all this time. Please sign it for him, Masumi-kun.

Masumi: Ughh…

Towa: Ah, my name’s Towa! “To” like peach and “wa” like peace!

Masumi: …Here.

Towa: Thank you so much! Thank you so, so much! Um, um, um, can we take a selfie together!?

Masumi: What?

Tsuzuru: He’s sure coming on strong.

Citron: It is unusual to see someone be so influenced by Masumi!

Sakuya: It’s kinda nice.

Izumi: Hehe, this kind of opportunity doesn’t come by often, so why don’t you take a picture with him?

Masumi: Why does it have to be me…

*Camera clicks*

Towa: Thankyousososomuch!

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Izumi: Well then, get home safely.

Chikage: Be sure to rest as soon as possible if you start feeling unwell.

Towa: I’m really sorry about everything. Thank you so much.

Itaru: Later.

Towa: You’ll always have my support, so keep up the good work!

Masumi: Yeah, yeah.

Towa: (Aaahh… I wanna bring this atmosphere back with me… but I need to get home…)

Towa: (Ummm, which direction is the station in again…?)

Izumi: Do you not know how to get to the station?

Towa: Ah, I’ll just look at my app while heading home, so I’m good!

Sakuya: I’m guessing you don’t live around here, right?

Towa: I recently just moved away from the countryside… and I’m attending a high school around here in the spring.

Towa: That’s why the only way I’ve ever been able to see MANKAI’s performances is through streams…

Izumi: I see.

Tsuzuru: That’s the great thing about the streams. It means kids like you who live far away from us can become fans.

Towa: Until I saw MANKAI’s Magicians’ performance, I had only seen plays at school events.

Towa: Back then, I was kinda just eh about it, but then I got smacked in the face with your performance of Magicians’ and was completely blown away…!

Towa: It was so much fun, I was like man, this is the best thing ever!

Towa: And then the more I learned about Masumi-kun and Chiakge-san and your theater company and Veludo Way, the more obsessed I got…

Towa: I can’t believe that I’m really here standing on Veludo Way, the place I’ve always dreamed of being, and that the Spring Troupe I’ve only seen through a screen is really right here in front of me.

Towa: I was also so excited to have gotten to see some theater live during a street act. I’m so glad I found the courage to come here…

Chikage: So you collapsed because you were so moved by it all?

Masumi: Fair enough.

Citron: We are also happy that you are happy!

Izumi: It’s amazing that you moved to Tokyo for high school. Was it for any reason in particular?

Towa: Umm… it’s really nothing that special or anything…

Towa: I don’t really have anything at all right now… I was hoping to find something like that here…

Towa: Ah, right. Are there troupe members at the theater even when they’re not performing?

Izumi: Yeah, we’re in the process of planning a new event for Spring Troupe. We were having a meeting at the theater since that’s where it’s going to be held.

Towa: Gotcha… Veludo Way really is amazing.

Towa: The troupe members really do exist here, doing all kinds of activities and doing theater right on the street during street acts…

Sakuya: It really is a fun place, isn’t it?

Towa: Yeah! I wanna experience even more live theater. I can’t wait to actually see a MANKAI Company performance live!

Izumi: --.

Izumi: Hey, why don’t you come to our next event?

Towa: For sure! I’ll get going now!

Citron: Make sure you do not get glossed~!

Tsuzuru: It’s lost.

Towa: …Ah.

Itaru: He’s impressed by every little thing.

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#a3!#a3! translation #towa ichinoe #sakuya sakuma #masumi usui #tsuzuru minagi #itaru chigasaki #citron #chikage utsuki #// towa having a mankai play that rewired his brain he’s just like me fr #also PLEASE listen to the voices for this chapter the noise towa makes when he meets masumi is SO funny

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newtonsheffield · 6 months

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Spicy Sunday for the awards au based on the new pics of Jonny at the GQ Men of the Year red carpet?

Alright, let’s round out Sunday right

Kate had felt his presence the second he’d stepped out of his car. From the other end of the red carpet she’d felt it. Her spine had prickled even as she’d put her earpiece in and done her soundcheck the producer in her ear.

“Any highlights I should try and hit?”

“Well, all the Brits are obviously being nudged towards you and given your… banter with him, we’ve been promised Anthony Bridgerton for 5 minutes.”

Kate’s stomach had churned at his name and she’d forced herself to roll her eyes, “He’s an Oscar winner now, surely he’s had better things to do, better people to talk to in the last six months than me.”

“Even so,” The producer tutted, “He’s locked in.”

She heard the whispers go up the second he arrived, the screams from people lining the carpet and she faltered in her interview with Lewis Hamilton, cutting off mid sentence.

“So we’re coming towards the end of your… Oh.”

She caught sight of Anthony, the flashes of the camera mirrored in his sunglasses and his jacket fell when he reached up to run his fingers through his effortlessly styled hair. Her spine shiver as his lips curved in a charming smile as he waved at the people screaming his name and he jogged over to sign whatever they thrust at him.

“Kate, stop eye fucking Bridgerton.” Her producer hissed in her ear, “You’ll get your chance later.”

“Oh god,” Kate cleared her throat, “Lewis I’m so sorry, I got… the Formula one season is about to wrap up, you’re in a fight with Ferrari for second in the constructor’s tell us a little about that.”

Lewis clicked his tongue, “That’s alright, I can see I’m not the most important person here.”

“Kate Sharma, stop trying to make me fall in love with you.”

Kate’s spine shivered at the sound of his voice and her eyes fluttered closed for the briefest second as Anthony leaned into the microphone.

“Lewis you don’t mind if I interrupt do you?”

Kate rolled her eyes, “He does actually; Wait your turn Anthony.”

Anthony put on a great show of pouting, playing it up as people noticed what was happening. “She says I don’t look handsome!”

Kate bit back a curse and said with a little more force than she meant to put behind it, “Good luck, Lewis! Right, Anthony, step on up! Abandoned your other interviews.”

Anthony grinned as he stepped forward, leaning so close, his lips brushed the microphone and his voice came out a throaty little thing, “I’ve not abandoned them, I have every intention of going back, I just wanted you to see me when I was at my best. Thoughts? Feelings? Overwhelmed by my willingness to ah… Peacock for you?”

“I like the suit but the sunglasses are a bit much.”

“I stand by them. And might I say: You are absolutely beautiful tonight as always. Want to see how my heart’s pounding for you?”

“Obviously I’d love to be able to confirm for everyone that you have a heart. Who it belongs to is a little up for debate though.”

Anthony winked at her as he took her hand and tucked it under his jacket, and his heart thrummed under her hand, quick, staccato beats. “What do you think?”

Kate sighed, “Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s there. Right under a very firm pec.”

“Do you want to feel my abs as well?”

“I’d love to hear about your new charity instead, can we have a little plug for that?”

She was glad when it was finally done, waving to the camera crew as she went back to the hotel, desperate to get her shoes off. She toed them off the second she got through the front door, letting it close behind her with a resounding thud.

“At least let me take your dress off.”

Kate jumped about a foot in the air when she caught sight of Anthony, lounging dramatically on the sofa, his sunglasses halfway down his nose as he grinned at her. “Anthony! Jesus fucking Christ I thought you were some sort of random pervert!”

“Well, half true.” Anthony got to his feet, tossing his sunglasses down on the sofa. “You never did tell me if you liked my outfit.”

Kate swallowed as she stared at her boyfriend, her arms crossed over her chest, “You told me that you were wearing something boring. That I wouldn’t be distracted by.”

He looked so confident, stood there in his bow tie, one thumb in the pockets of his waistcoat while his other hand ruffled his hair. “Oh, so you like it.”

Kate stepped slowly towards him, something smug flickering in the pit of her stomach that he was hers, even if no one knew about it. She slid her hands up his chest under his jacket, walking her fingers up his chest until they reached his bow tie. She tugged on the ends until it came loose in her hands and she tugged his top button free, exposing his throat. “I know you wore this for me.”

Anthony swallowed and his throat bobbed under her fingers, “That isn’t a secret.”

She let her hands slide down to his shoulders and pushed until he flopped onto the sofa. She tugged up her dress and felt his moan vibrate through her chest as well as she straddled him. Anthony’s hands slid to her thighs, comfortably, the way they always did and she pressed her words into the skin of his neck, her teeth nipping between every one of them. “I liked it very much. I ruined my interview for you.”

“I look forward to seeing that in this week’s package.” He tilted her chin upwards until their eyes met and tension flickered between them, building, even in these scant few moments.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

His hand was still on her throat as his lips claimed hers roughly, and she could taste his moan against her tongue as it tangled with hers. Her hands tugged roughly at the buttons on his waistcoat and then his shirt, desperate to feel his skin pressed against her just like it had been this morning when she’d woken up in bed beside him. His hands smoothed over her thighs, soft fingertips dancing over her skin, setting it on fire as they made their way under the hem of her dress.

Kate’s fingers tugged roughly at his belt and she moaned as she rocked her hips against his, feeling him through the fabric of his trousers over and over again.

“Oh fuck, Kate.” His eyes slipped closed as his fingers curled in the waistband of her underwear and slipped inside, a warm smile spreading over his lips, “I nearly died when I saw you tonight. So fucking beautiful.”

Kate caught his lips again and moaned, tugging his trousers down sharply. “God I wanted to do this so badly.”

Anthony moaned again as her hand slipped over him and whatever clever retort his smug smile was a precursor to died when her hips slotted firmly against his. He tugged her forward again until their lips crushed against each other and his tongue swept over hers as his arm slid around her waist, anchoring her firmly against him, guiding her as she rocked their bodies together.

Anthony’s hair fell in his eyes a little and he leaned back against the sofa, his free hand tugging at the neckline of her dress until her chest was exposed and his eyes watched her hungrily as she moved over him. She felt something smug settle in her own chest then as he watched her, a muscle in the corner of his jaw clenching as his eyes darkened.

Every movement of their bodies made her feel more empowered even as her thighs started to burn and every breath felt like a gasp for air as heat coiled in the pit of her stomach. Her entire body felt as though it was on fire as Anthony’s hand pressed itself against her chest and she could feel herself losing control as he buried his face against her neck, his abs rolling under her hands. His teeth bit into her skin and it sent her hurtling towards the edge, dangling on the precipice. Anthony’s chest heaved underneath her and she could smell sweat mixing with his cologne and her chest felt as though it were going to explode.

“Come.”

Kate shuddered as she shattered in his arms and Anthony followed her over the edge his body shivering under her as his hips bucked and his arm tightened, holding her in place as though she could have moved even if she wanted to.

Slowly, their breath returned and Kate suddenly blinked at him, “What are you doing here?”

Anthony raised an eyebrow, his cheeks still pink, “I’m… your boyfriend? You gave me a key to this room yesterday when we arrived?”

Kate rolled her eyes, still not bothering to extricate herself, “i mean: You’re supposed to be at a party right now.”

Anthony scoffed, “As if I wasn’t going to duck out three pictures in and come back here for wild hotel sex and room service.”

“You’ll have to hide in the bathroom again.”

“A burden I am willing to bear for you.” Anthony hummed, “The mirror in there looks excellent for me to take some sexy little photos for you while I’m on my next shoot anyway.”

#awards au #spicy sunday🌶️#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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jmdbjk · 11 months

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JK's Seven live

JK starts off announcing his new single Seven. He immediately says he knows people will be disappointed it is just a single and not an album, but don't worry, he is working on a "full" album. It irritates me that he feels the need to even acknowledge this. JUST BE HAPPY HE'S CREATING NEW MUSIC OF ANY KIND.

He says he likes it and thinks we'll like it a lot and to look forward to it.

My take on perhaps what the MV might be like? He says its a feel good song that fits this time of year and since it was filmed in Los Angeles, the land of palm trees, sunny days and beaches I would expect a lot of outdoor scenes, people having fun, etc... because if it was all filmed on a soundstage, what was the point of filming in Los Angeles? Also, not a single leak of a pic of JK on set anywhere soooo hmmm...

The actor Han Sohee is supposedly very popular and edgy and I would imagine her fanbase and his will dovetail perfectly and the MV will be a match made in marketing heaven. The contact may have been made through Tae and his actor network. We don't know.

... and sorry, this won't be a p*rno film where they will be doing the nasty... no matter how much the homophobes think it will be. I mean... seriously? JK? Who had to get over his bashfulness of posing for cameras with no shirt under his Calvin Klein denim jacket?

Jimin had to gently break it to us that there would be female dancers just touching him (while fully clothed) in the Like Crazy choreo... and y'all think Kookie is going to be inserting his [blank] into a [blank] on camera? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.... HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAA... AHAHAHAHAHAAAA....

Anyway...

He also explained his album process is one where he is still working out what his colors and voice are. Which tells me he is much like Jimin in that though he is part of BTS, his central being is not creating the music but performing it. I hope he learns a lot from this process and is able to express his colors and voice to his satisfaction.

He talks about "resting" for so long and how much he really enjoyed this lengthy personal time. Back in February when people were sounding the alarm that he was being held back and forced to stop work... welll... he just said he chose to be a lump on the couch for a long time and apologized. DON'T APOLOGIZE KOOKIE! He's been running as BTS since he was a middle schooler, he deserves to be a lazy lump, JUST LIKE THE LAZY LUMPS EVERY ONE OF YOU ARE WHO JUDGE HIM AND HIS CHOICES ALL THE TIME.

He says the song Seven came about after a meeting with Bang PD and he heard the song and said MINE! I can't wait to see what Kookie did. I suspect this is the song he was recording when we saw this:

[April 16, 2023]

Kookie explains his new piercing:

Like bondage? Wait, that came out of nowhere... never mind, DON'T WANT TO TRIGGER ANY CLOSE-MINDED PEOPLE FOR GOD'S SAKES.

... what were you saying Kookie?

They always try to show "a different side" of themselves in their work. Their photo shoots have run the gamut of concepts. But Jungkook has indulged in tattoos and piercings for a few years now, experimenting first with the fake studs on his eyebrows before plunging in (literally) with a real eyebrow piercing.

You look like a cuddly bunny? Like a sweetie? Cuz you are?

His desire to be less "round" and more "sharp" is intriguing. Edgy is what I believe he's going for. His personality is edgy but perhaps not in the way he perceives "edgy" to mean. So he wants an outward appearance of edgy: tattoos, piercings, the whole motorcycle aura thing which reminds me, when are we going to see him straddling one of the bikes he supposedly owns?

Oh this explains everything...

[Paraphrasing for people in the back: Jungkook says to fuck off, he can do whatever he wants to his own body.]

A TMI: he just had an English lesson earlier. He says the order is difficult and I know exactly what he's talking about. The sentence structure of English and Korean are not the same. English is subject-verb-object, example: Dogs eat kibble. Korean is subject-object-verb: Dogs kibble eat. Also, English past/present/future participles are HARD for those learning English. The brain has to do some mental gymnastics in translating. Takes a lot of practice. He's very good at reading English and pronouncing what he reads. I suspect his struggles with English are conversational English and vocabulary. Not only do you have to recall the correct words to say what you want, you have to construct grammatically correct sentences as the words leave your mouth and its really hard to do that. I am certain he 100% understands English when it is spoken to him.

Another TMI: he had been at the company earlier, and ate buckwheat noodles...

I feel the need to further explain some misleading terminology people are constantly throwing around... not all noodles are "ramen" or "ramyeon". I already explained the difference between "ramen" as Japanese style and "ramyeon" as Korean style but ramen/ramyeon noodles themselves are made of wheat. When Jimin was asked specifically about did he go to Jungkook's for ramyeon, and he said no, he has not been to Jungkook's for ramyeon... but perhaps he's been there for buckwheat noodles which are gluten-free and are what JK used in that last dish he posted a pic of on Weverse. We already know JK has been told to lay off the gluten.

Anyway... back to JK.

He explains his 20/4 intermittent fasting. Some call it the "warrior diet." No eating for 20 hours and then a 4-hour window to eat. This type of eating pattern may impact metabolism and glycemic levels in your blood. If he's been told to lay off the gluten, this type of eating pattern may also be a way of controlling certain levels of blood chemistry throughout the day, especially if he's also working out. The timing of the eating pattern also makes a difference and what you eat during the four hours also impacts the effectiveness. That's all I know about it. Just keep in mind, all the members have a staff of professionals helping them stay healthy and when they say "diet" they don't mean they have eating disorders or are doing anything extreme that would hurt their health, they are following the advice of their trusted professional staff. Jungkook says his eating window is from about 7-8 pm until midnight or so.

After going on for a minute or two about how awesome yet cute Yoongi is, he says he wants to be like that, play instruments and sing and dance and be awesome too but...

I'm only 18 minutes into this 1 hour 50 minute live...

He showed off his mullet:

He still doesn't understand how some comments disappear...

My explanation to Jungkook: there is a complex war of wills happening in the comments where different factions of the fandom attempt to impose control over each other using the "report" function in the live chat. And that some comments, seemingly innocent of motive, "touch your hair", "touch your nose", "make a funny peace sign with both hands", are actually an attempt to coerce you into sending secret hidden signals to those watching in order to confirm that you are half of a "hidden" couple within the group and that you are being controlled and forbidden from living your life freely. These hand gestures (that only they know) and the places on your face that you touch are being intercepted and analyzed and fed into a software program as you speak so that these idiots ... conspirators ... dumbasses um, individuals, can prove their baseless ... ridiculous ... disrespectful ... selfish ... uh ... their fantasies are real. For real. Don't laugh. Ok go ahead and laugh because that's everyone's first impulse.

But for real, stop fiddling with your new piercing because it might get infected if you are constantly touching it with your fingers.

Gratuitous armpit shot for our hairy armpit enthusiasts:

Someone asks him for a spoiler for the song:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA SUCH A REBEL! This is the rebellion everyone insists proves that Kookie-pookie is being held back by the company. Right...

This is your rebel trying to invent his own "heart" gesture:

This is our dorky rebel, y'all... TAKE THAT, HYBE! (oops he gave himself a muscle cramp trying to make his goofy heart hands... our big, edgy, pierced, tatted up Kookie... love him)

And without any warming up, he commenced to working out on his home workout power tower.

Sorry, couldn't resist...

The whole time he's doing his arms work out he's whining about being so tired. Actually the ENTIRE time he's working out...

But he dropped another TMI too:

A shoot? What shoot, JK? And oopsie:

Every time he dropped those free weights to the floor, the neighbors below him probably fell out of bed...

[the chewed up corner of the coffee table is taking me out...]

At least he's not singing with his whole chest for 3 hours straight...

Then he gave himself a pep talk... to make himself do the workout... to finish it... to work on his solo activities well, to stop his habit of starting things and not finishing...

NO PAIN NO GAIN! YOU CAN DO IT KOOKIE!

Koo is gonna be hangry ...

That workout was a killer. Damn. Abs of steel.

As I've been making my way through this live, I've also been kept in the loop about a few things... Celine show has been cancelled. I was concerned that one of ours was in Paris while this turmoil was ongoing so hopefully Tae can get out of there. Maybe he can zip over to London and visit his bae at some point before heading back to Korea.

And hopefully no one gets triggered by this post since I kept it clean-ish. People are ready to call them lovers but saying they might be into certain sexual preferences is off limits? Seriously, check your prejudices before you start coming at me.

#wow this post was all over the place #jungkook seven #jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook #taehyung #maybe he'll buy his own new furniture when Bun-ker is ready to move into #Fort Bunkoo?#whatever we call it its a big ass house

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crow-stars · 2 years

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°·.·°Cuddle time!°·.·°

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self indulgent headcannon time! of all my favourites because i want to feel affection and going through a thing (￣￣|||) also, this is a long one, soooo, enjoy?

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Riddle

°~ Riddle would probably be an awkward cuddler at first

°~ He wouldn't know what to do with his hands or how to position himself. Riddle would be stiff as a board

°~ He'd definitely be unfamiliar with it, assuming, and most likely, that his mother never cuddled him at all (crimes against humanity really)

°~ But I think that over time he'd get used to it and actually crave it more or less

°~ Would definitely love to be little spoon, just would be embarrassed asking for it (I will die on little spoon Riddle hill he needs to be held)

°~ Oh, just imagine holding hands with him as a big spoon! He'd probably be flustered, but it'd be so cute

°~ Maybe sometimes he'd ramble a bit as well, if he feels like it

°~ I definitely believe that if he's comfortable enough, Riddle would fall asleep. Imagine a sleeping Riddle, so relaxed and not worrying about anything (⁀︶⁀)

°~ Cuddling would be Riddle's moment of calm

°~ I think he'd just want to feel safe in someone's arms and I'd love to be able to do that for him

Riddle's room is quiet besides the soft breathing, though you'd have to strain your ears just to hear it.

Silence.

Riddle grips the arm around him only a bit tighter, adjusting them around his abdomen. He sighs. He feels his cheeks go rosy, skin warming in a blush.

“Um...” Riddle starts, fingers interlacing with the hand that splayed one his stomach. A comforting feeling washes over him and his eyes slip shut with a sigh.

“Thank you... F-For indulging me in this.”

Cater

°~ Cater would be down for cuddles pretty much anytime, I'm sure of it

°~ He would either do the classic spoon, half spoon, honeymoon hug, or sweetheart cradle. (He looked at least one of these up)

°~ Big spoon 90% of the time, but on occasion, he'd be little spoon

°~ He'd use his phone while cuddling though in the sweetheart's cradle or half spoon

°~ Cater would definitely use the opportunity of cuddling to take some photos because cuddling pictures are just super cute ♡(>ᴗ•)

°~ Most of the time, Cater will be silent while cuddling, but other times he finds something on his phone that he just has to show, which then leads to rambling

°~ Sometimes his phone will fall on his face and Cater will giggle about it before getting his phone

°~ Cuddles with Cater would be very sweet, I believe

°~ Like, depending on the position, he'd hold hands or something like that

°~ Or if he's little spoon, also holding hands or something like that

°~ I think Cater's a handholding man okay

“Hey, lemme snap a quick pic.”

Before any response could be spoken, the quick flash from a camera is blinding and Cater giggles.

“Sorry, did that blind you?” Cater briefly squeezes the hand that his other hand held, smiling cheekily.

“Either way, it's still a pretty good pic.”

The somewhat annoying clicking of a phone's keyboard is heard ad Cater rapidly types. It's both endearing and tiring, but still loved all the same.

Leona

°~ It's pretty agreed upon that Leona would be a good cuddle buddy

°~ He wouldn't move much and he'd be really quiet while sleeping

°~ I think that Leona would either do spooning or half spoon. And obviously, he'd be big spoon, doesn't matter the situation

°~ He be big spoon because 1. he protec and 2. he would probably want to be in control of the cuddling (wow that sounds weird haha)

°~ Of course, I think he would purr, but only in super deep sleep

°~ Imagining cuddling Leona and he's sleeping when suddenly, just hearing soft purrs or rumbles of his chest

°~ Falling asleep to that would be very comforting and I'd love to fall asleep to that

°~ Oh oh, or just imagine Leona's fingers through your hair, that'd be amazing and so comforting (´ ▿ `)♪

°~ Cuddling with Leona would just feel so safe and I wish I could cuddle with him

The soft breathing is comfortable background, the steady rise and fall familiar. The hands raking through locks would send a shiver down anyone's spine, even so much as a satisfied sigh slipping out.

“Feel lucky I'm awake enough to do this for you.”

There's soft laughter, followed by a soft grumble, but it's all in good fun and the motions continue.

It's enough to fall asleep to and that's what happens, body relaxing and eyes slowly slipping shut into the realm of dreams.

“Sweet dreams.”

Ruggie

°~ In my view, Ruggie is a jittery person

°~ Not in a sense of being jumpy, but more like he'd want to be on the move a lot, so he wants to be doing stuff

°~ So finding time to cuddle Ruggie may be a bit hard

°~ But, the most optimal time to cuddle would maybe be during the evening

°~ If it is during the day, then the cuddle session would maybe be 15-20 minutes before he's moving again

°~ Ruggie would probably be down to cuddle in any position, he just wants to be able to face whoever he's cuddling

°~ Definitely would ruffle hair and laugh at how silly it looks after

°~ I think Ruggie would be a very touchy cuddler

°~ Like, playing with hair, playing with fingers (ex. bending them or lightly tugging at them), tugging at clothing, all that good stuff

°~ Ruggie would probably ramble about his day and talk about almost everything that happened

°~ I'd love to think that Ruggie's hair is super duper soft, like it doesn't feel poky or anything like that. Ruffling up his hair in turn would definitely get a laugh from him ( ´ ∀ `)ノ

“You would not believe what Leona asked me today!”

The tone that Ruggie uses indicates that this will be another rant, if him heaving out a heavy sigh doesn't indicate it. His hands are already touching clothes, tugging at the fabric absentmindedly as he begins.

“He asks for a roast beef sandwich, I tell him there aren't any, he tells me to go find one!”

The hyena sighs, tugging at a loose strand of hair with his finger.

“The only upside is that he pays me well.”

Azul

°~ Azul and cuddling are probably words that Azul himself wouldn't put in a sentence together, but I would

°~ He's a touch-starved boy, he needs a good cuddling session

°~ Azul would also be a bit awkward when first cuddling and would try to be professional with it (somehow...)

°~ But once he gets used to it and more comfortable, Azul would definitely be open to cuddling a lot more

°~ I think Azul would be spooning or doing a cuddling position where the people would face each other

°~ A good percent of the time, he'd be big spoon, but on the occasion of a bad day, he would be little spoon and just embrace the silence

°~ I think there'd also be times where Azul just hums a simple song, just to fill the silence if he wants to hear something but also doesn't want to talk

°~ Would take off his glasses sometimes if he feels like he'd fall asleep

°~ On the falling asleep note, Azul would probably lock his door to prevent the tweels from entering and doing or saying something embarrassing at his expense

°~ Imagine cuddling with him in his octo form! So many arms to hug and cuddle! ( ´ ▽ ` )

°~ Oh, or combing your fingers through his hair! His hair would be so silky and smooth, I'm sure. And something like that would definitely have him relaxing a bunch

Soft humming could be heard in the dorm leader's room, a melody not particularly familiar, but beautiful all the same. Azul finishes off the melody with high note, then a note that becomes softer as it reaches its end.

Nothing is said after this, but it's not necessary. Only the silence lingers after and that's all that is wanted.

There's a soft chuckle from Azul as he smiles. “Did you enjoy my little melody? If you like, I could teach you if you want?”

He pauses for a second. “For free of charge, this time.”

“What's that look for? Don't you believe I'm being generous, hm?”

Floyd

°~ Floyd would be the perfect deep pressure stimulation person EVER (⁀ᗢ⁀)

°~ Floyd would be down to cuddle ANYTIME and I mean ANY!

°~ I may be terrified to fight Floyd but cuddles are a whole different story

°~ Everyone knows that Floyd would squeeze the hell out of you but just imagine cuddling or hugging him after some anxiety inducing situation or anxiety attack and he squeezes just right

°~ I would kill to have a hug like that when I'm having anxiety

°~ Floyd would have any cuddling position as long as there's squeezing involved. Big spoon or little spoon, it does not matter at all

°~ Once he starts cuddling, he'll cling like a koala and just never let go. Azul or Jade would have to pry him away after a while.

°~ Floyd would definitely ramble about random stuff, though it would be a bit disturbing

°~ Nonetheless, I think he wouldn't be too loud or anything. I actually would like to think that Floyd's a bit quieter while talking

°~ Playing with his hair while cuddling!! Making the little black streak into a mini braid, oh I think he'd be so happy about it (⌒▽⌒)♡

°~ Bet that once he starts cuddling he'll just come out of nowhere and demand cuddles wherever and whenever

°~ He doesn't care about what was being done before, Floyd is getting the cuddles.

The feeling of being suddenly picked up and carried away is jarring, but it only makes the supposed kidnapper laugh.

“Why so surprised?” Floyd giggles, sending a sharp smile.

“I wanna cuddle some today! You were so busy yesterday, so you'll make it up today~”

He continues on his way, humming happily at his newest catch. There goes the paperwork that was supposed to be due.

Kalim

°~ Trying to start cuddling Kalim would probably be a bit hard (see: Jamil)

°~ But, once getting past Jamil, cuddling with Kalim would be pretty good!

°~ He would definitely do a half spoon at the very least. Big spoon or little wouldn't matter much to him

°~ Kalim would definitely be a rambler, like he'd talk about anything and everything

°~ It might be hard to keep him still for a the first few times through

°~ Kalim is someone who has a lot of energy and he'll need to burn it all before optimal cuddling can happen.

°~ He'd definitely be someone who would smooth the other's hair down every-so-often. Just imagining Kalim brushing down my hair makes me feel super duper happy (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

°~ Also snacks. Kalim would have snacks to share if wanted

°~ Oh, and despite being somewhat naive, I think he's pretty good at guessing when someone would need a pep talk, hug, or cuddle

°~ He's got that built in mood detector i think

°~ Also, also, headpats. Headpats with Kalim! (*°▽°*)

Arms gripping tighter and soft hands against unruly hair are comforting, humming being heard from Scarabia's one and only housewarden.

“Do you want any snacks? I got a bunch of them, if you want!”

There's the rustle of a plastic is heard, a bag of chips being presented. Kalim's smile is wide and tooth as he shows off the snack.

“I got a lot, just in case any of use get hungry.” He pause for a second, pursing his lips. “Just don't tell Jamil, okay?”

Jamil

°~ Cuddling with Jamil would be hard, because having to convince him there won't be any danger to him or Kalim while in such a vulnerable state would also be hard

°~ But once that first stage is (hopefully) passed, he'll actually kind of like cuddling.

°~ Would definitely do any positions that allow him to move out easily, if needed. (He's a paranoid person, I'm sure)

°~ Jamil would always be big spoon, he doesn't wanna be feeling small, unless in like super rare occasions

°~ He'd also definitely let his hair down (literally) if he's comfortable enough. And by let his hair down I mean all his hair, those disney princess locks are coming down ♡( ◡‿◡ )

°~ I think Jamil would welcome having his hair hand combed through, especially after an exhausting day with Kalim

°~ Maybe also a door locker, if cuddling is one of his only relaxer after a long day. Just so Kalim doesn't come in unexpectedly. Or who knows, he'd lock Kalim in his room instead. Haha that's funny thought

°~ Anyway, Jamil would definitely be someone who's quiet while cuddling. It's not like he doesn't like talking while cuddling, but I just think he'd prefer silence over talking

°~ If he does talk, it would maybe just be about mundane things, the weather, homework, and the like

°~ Oh! Imagine giving him a massage! Not like full out massage, but maybe just rubbing his arm or back, just something to get him to relax a bit more. I think he'd be very thankful for that (＾◡＾)

“Ugh... what a day..”

Jamil groans as he places his bag down, walking towards the bed and promptly laying down. He hadn't even bothered with taking out any of his accessories, just letting them lightly dig into his skin.

Another sigh is heard from him, arms going to push him up onto his forearms. He stares at the wall blankly, most likely going over the day's events.

The jingle of his hair accessories almost startle Jamil, eyes only widening a fraction before turning to the one responsible for the noise, softly laughter coming from the Scarabia student.

“Don't mess with them too much. Come here. I'm tired, so I won't be the one moving.”

Epel

°~ Big spoon Epel! Big spoon Epel! Big spoon Epel! Big spoon Epel! ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ

°~ Obviously, he's big spoon because “Rah rah, he wants to feel manly!” but also because I think he'd just want to be the one to coddle someone rather than the person being coddled.

°~ Of course, there are instances where Epel will be little spoon, but a good majority of cuddle sessions, big spoon Epel

°~ I think cuddle sessions would be where Epel would just relax and breath. Would probably lock his doors, close his curtains, do everything just for some time to himself. (Rook still finds him though)

°~ He would absolutely use cuddle time to ramble and rant about everything that's happening. He just wants to be able to vent

°~ Epel would probably do a half spoon or spoon, any position that involves holding the other.

°~ I like thinking that, when Epel was at home, cuddling with his grandparents was actually pretty common and a way that they bonded, so Epel treats it the same here.

°~ If asked, he would definitely tell stories from back home, and he'd tell it so excitedly too!

°~ I think Epel would be someone who rubs his cuddling partner's back, or something like that, every so often, just wanting to make sure they're comfortable

°~ Imagine pulling Epel's hair back into a ponytail or imitating different hairstyles, like Vil's or Rook. I think it'd be funny (๑⁀ᴗ⁀๑)

°~ Cuddling with Epel would just be comfort all around wouldn't it?

Epel's sigh is heavy, a groan following afterward.

“Man, Vil's really rufflin' my feathers this week..”

The Pomefiore student grumbles something about wanting to beat up the housewarden before smoothing his hair down, plopping onto the bed.

Light azure eyes soon trail to the body that sat next to him, smiling.

“Yeah, a good cuddle sounds good, huh?”

Malleus

°~ Very confused boyo at first. Not like, “what is cuddling??” but more like, “why do you want to cuddle??”

°~ I mean, he'll be happy to indulge in cuddles, I'm sure, but he'll want to know why

°~ Definitely someone who would hold the other close during cuddling. I love soft Malleus so much ♡σ(•▿•σ)

°~ Would constantly be asking if the other is comfortable, if they need anything. Malleus is a very considerate cuddling partner

°~ Malleus would definitely be welcome to bwing either big spoon or little, he just wants affection

°~ Playing with his hair! He'd oh, so love it! (o´▽`o) I think he'd talk about it with the Diasomnia crew.

°~ Sebek would probably be mortified though...

°~ I like to think Malleus knows a few melodies or songs, probably from Lilia. He'd be a bit off-key, but he's trying

°~ Or he'd tell stories about Faes or talk about his gargoyle fixation

°~ Oh, Malleus would definitely love it if he could cuddle and talk about his interests, he'd be so happy

“Would you like to hear more stories about the fae?” Malleus pauses, thinking for a second. There's a clear smile on his face, enjoying this time together.

The hands that card through his hair feel heavenly, a feeling he coukd fall asleep to.

“Or perhaps you'd like to hear about gargoyles this time?”

The fae chuckles. “I have a pretty intriguing fact to share, if you'll allow me.”

Lilia

°~ This one's a cheeky bastard

°~ Lilia is someone all for cuddles!... But would be teasing on the way there

°~ He would coo at, coddle, and baby talk if he's in a teasing mood. So that should be taken into account

°~ On another note, Lilia is definitely a cuddler who hugs the other's head to his chest and just strokes their hair. It's nice.

°~ He would definitely tells stories about Silver and Malleus when they were younger, or just old war stories

°~ Also, probably someone who falls asleep while cuddling. And if someone falls asleep on him, Lilia won't be moving for a long while unless he has something to attend to

°~ Oh, oh, another hummer as well! Lilia probably has a bunch of sweet melodies or songs from his child rearing days, so being sung to sleep by him would be amazing

°~ I also think he'd have a blanket at the ready as well. And it's one of those super fluffy comfy ones too! (⌒▽⌒)♡

°~ Lilia's arms would feel really really safe

°~ He would also definitely give forehead kissies, I know it

Lilia pats the head of hair that lays on his chest, a small smile curled onto his lips.

“My, my. So wanting for some attention.”

He giggles as he says this, lithe fingers carding through the hair. These giggles only increase at the look he's sent, the fae smirking.

“Don't make such a face! I'm only teasing!”

There's a quick peck from Lilia, making a small mwah sound, but still filled with love and affection all the same.

“Now, how about another story?”

~··°··⚘··°··~

if you saw blanks... no you didn't

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst writing #disney twst #self indulgent #twst riddle #twst cater #twst leona #twst ruggie #twst azul #twst floyd #twst kalim #twst jamil #twst epel #twst malleus #twst lilia

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Matty on your Instagram story like ‘hey guys I know I said it’s a new era and I’m not using Instagram, but I just needed to tell you something… which is why my missus is letting me do this’ and then he says something about tour or albums or something.

yeah like could he use the official band account? absolutely. but he doesn't, because since matty deactivated and the boys had a little break from shows it's been you who everyone's been relying on for updates. like, you'll continue to post the same kinda things you did before - couple pics kind of as and when, very chill, and the odd pic of matty in a photodump - and when you do q&a's and people inevitably ask about matty you post a pic from your camera roll of him squishing your face and caption it "matty is absolutely fine but since he quit the shitposting he has been spending his time PESTERING ME and being a PAIN IN THE ARSE" lol. OH and maybe you do like a fun thing on your story every so often where you take like cryptid-style pics of him - his head peeking round a door, his arm in the background of one of your mirror selfies etc - and say "rare trumanblack sighting at 11am today" or some shit. basically, the fans keep up with you to keep up with him, so using your account is the best way for matty to directly address a lot of them at one time. what he doesn't expect, though, is how much they love and stan you (he does find it cute, i mean HE loves and stans you and thinks you're perfect so why shouldn't everyone?) - even though he's announcing something really exciting like another pop-up or a series of self-titled shows or some shit, the replies to the story and all the tweets about it are like "matthew fuck off where is our mother we want to see her not you" and "matty healy silencing women on their own platforms despicable!!" lmaoooo. i do think he wouldn't be able to resist like a tiny baby bit of shitposting - he posts another vid like "christ alive my missus is right here (cut to you waving) and we agreed i would use her account for business purposes once and then i'd give her the phone back". but then matty grins and starts walking out of the room and says "but before i do that i'm going to dm timothée chalamet because she fancies him and i think she should tell him" and he starts running and all you hear is "FUCK OFF NO" and the sound of you running after him and him laughing before the video cuts out. and the next post on the story is a selfie of you peace'n'pouting sitting on top of matty like "phone back safely, healy in time out and his instagram privileges revoked. anyway swipe up to sign up for email notifs about the pop-up/shows" <3

#mads answers asks #mads muses #matty asks #fluff asks

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noitscooldw · 2 years

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sexting m!kylar hcs

hello everyone!! how do you do! im alli! long time fan first time writer (о´∀`о)

i got inspired by @inkyquince 's sexting w kylar hcs and couldn’tttt help but add on my own h0rny ramblings

so without further adieu, this is ifdolhadcellphones!au

warning: adult content! (obv), afab!pc, breeding and impeg mention

sending

alright so i don't think kylar would send nudes very often but when he does oh boy are they good

gets so hard just thinking abt showing you how much he needs you rn

he wants to prove his love for u and show u how crazy u make him

vids consist of him rubbing himself over his boxers, letting his precum stain and make a mess inside

all you can hear is his sweet little whimpers and mumbling, his breath hot and heavy. he gets a lil too close to the mic sometimes and he almost sounds in pain

lifting up the waistband to reveal his throbbing hard cock, standing up at attention so cute and pathetically

“i-i’ve had this all day..” you can hear him whisper, “all day…”

the camera gets so shaky as he starts desperately pulling on his cock, fucking his precum-covered fist, his small hips moving with the momentum

all he needs to think abt is fucking your sweet little pussy and he’s gone, bursting loads of cum into his hand, imagining going inside your womb

just thinking about cumming in you gets him so riled up, most of his fantasies consist of that anyway but that's a rant for another day :p

but yea, most videos usually end with him moaning your name loudly and cumming all over himself, just for you <3

in terms of d!ck pics, his most common poses are him just holding himself, feeling the weight and heat of his arousal. kinda showcasing his length heh heh (big d kylar supremacy)

also loves to send you pics of the hard ons he gets throughout the day thinking of you, you’re on his mind constantly and he can’t help but get excited, needy in fact

you’ll be at work at the cafe or sumn and get sent a pic of him pulling down his sweats, hard cock straining against his underwear, head leaking through the fabric

“i miss you sooooomuch. when are you going to be home??? i need to see you”

normally would not be so comfortable showing their genitals especially online where anything can get hacked but with you he feels no shame

after all, his body is yours anyways :)

cum pics lovesss sending pics of his cum and how much he came for u “it’s a shame this is going to waste hehe”

makes sure he brings himself right to the brink before he takes a pic so he can look extra needy for u

hands and phone are always sticky

waits on the edge of his seat waiting for u to text back

lowkey regretting it when anxiety hits; what if u don’t like it, what if u find him disgusting and call him a pervert, a freak? maybe he shouldn’t be so forward like this…

but as soon as he hears a ping! and see ur name pop up alongside a sexy pic in return, all his worries wash away

you really are made for him

receiving

kylar is so grateful for modern technology just so you're able to send him nudes

screenshots every single pic you’ve ever sent to him, so you already know he has a whole folder of all ur nudies

definitely password protected and encrypted so no one will ever find them, not on his watch. would go actually insane if that happened.

but you can bet every night he lays down in bed, goes through his favorites (all of them) and just goes to town

definitely cums on his screen to your selfies or any pic of you rlly, like those weird cum tributes on reddit 😭😭

like i said, his phone is very icky and sticky

frothing at the mouth when he gets a sexy pic from you, and always says thank you <3

spends about the next hour and a half furiously jerking off to said pic, whether it’s in the park bathroom or at home in his bed

he just can’t believe he has this in his possession…you’re not sending these to anyone else right???? no no of course not hahha why would you..

still, even the thought of you willingly sending these photos…wanting him to see your body, to see you in such a vulnerable, private state….

ok back to the bathroom

tittie pics has him droooling, he can just feeeel how soft they are through the screen, how sweet they’d taste

“BBEAUTIFUL”

“you lookso amazing my darling!!!!!

“so pretty and perfect and alllll mine”

“cant imgaine how theyd look nice and full of milk…..”

“i want th em in my mouth…please....”

pussy pics have his mouth salivating and his dick trying to escape out of his pants

"FFFGFHFJ Mmmlslfkfkfkfkffiuu"

“holyyyyshitttt hhaaha omgggg!!!!”

“all miNe to Breeed all mine onlyy mine!”

“DONOT show this to anyone okay???????”

"iloveyousofuckingmuch"

#degrees of lewdity #dol #dol kylar #kylar the loner #my writing

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kaymarie-bell · 1 year

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Diasomnia Book, Chapter 2 Translations [7, 22]

as always, my own translation. I am learning as I go, I do this out of love for the game. There will be mistakes.

DO NOT REPOST

Summary: Day of the party. The older Heartslabyul members say their farewells. Cater is *so* not avoiding feelings right now.

[7-22]

Diasomnia Dorm – Lounge

Saturday night

Lilia: Hello everyone, thank you all for coming to the “Lilia Vanrouge’s Farewell Party” today

Lilia: It’s been two and a half years since I entered Night Raven College

Lilia: The time I spent here was filled with days full of youth

Lilia: Today it’s my treat. Eat, talk, and make a fuss!

*clapping and cheering voices*

Cater: He-yo, Lilia-chan!

Cater: Cay-kun and Riddle-kun didn’t really want to show up empty handed so…

Cater: *Riddle voice* “Isn’t okay if it disappears during the party?”

Cater: So I had Trey-kun make a cake!

Lilia: Oh, Cater. Trey. Also Riddle. I’m glad you’re here.

Trey: I was in the same class as Lilia only after becoming third years

Trey: Your stories were always interesting.

Trey: Since we’re both vice-leaders, and I was able to consult and rely on you...

Trey:…I wanted us to graduate with together.

Lilia: I was the one who always enjoyed talking to Trey

Lilia: As a food lover, I was able to exchange opinions, and there were also many things to discover.

Trey: I was always surprised by Lilia’s unique recipes…haha…

Lilia: I am going to give the various sweets I learned to bake from Trey to the neighbors as a way of saying hello to them.

Trey: Oh, I see-…Please follow the recipe. And be careful about the measurements and temperature.

Cater: Lilia-chan!

Cater: I wanted to do a light music club graduation concert with Lilia after our internships…

Cater: And this is what you were planning?

Cater: I can’t believe that we’re going to say goodbye all of a sudden.

Cater: Well…It’s only natural that each meeting has its farewell.

Cater: But I still feel lonely.

Lilia: Cater, we’ve been together in the light music club since we were first years.

Lilia: Frustrating practices…members leaving one after another due to differences in musicality…

Lilia: Amid all that, only the two of us who are gentle boys remained.

Cater: That’s right. Since it can’t be helped, why don’t we have a session together?

Cater: I was so surprised when Lilia-chan started playing hardcore metal with a 5-string bass!

Lilia: Hahah. My heavy sound and your pop together…

Lilia: We created such an unique sound

Lilia: I still find it strange how nobody came to scout us to an entertainment company.

Lilia: The second year, Kalim, who plays the folk instruments, joined the rhythm team…

Cater: Ha ha! It was really chaotic in the beginning, but it was really fun.

Cater:…Lilia-chan, thank you for being my friend during these two and a half years. I’ll cherish the pictures we took together.

Cater: So, let’s take one last photo! Take a pic with me!

Cater & Lilia: *pose together* yay~!

*camera shutter*

Cater: #LightMusicClub3rdYears #FirstGenGentleBoys #BFF

Cater: …Post completed!

Riddle: Lilia-senpai

Riddle: Once again…thank you for your help during the interdormitory magift competition.

Riddle: I’m sure it would’ve been difficult for us to settle the matter on our own.

Lilia: What are you saying Riddle?

Lilia: It was only thanks to Heartslabyul’s Leader that we were able to resolve it without endangering the Diasomnia students or the audience.

Lilia: I will thank you again on behalf of Malleus.

Riddle: From here on, I will speak personally

Riddle: I belong to the same equestrian club as Sebek and Silver

Lilia: Of course I know that.

Riddle: They’ve always said, “we are what we are now only because of Lilia-senpai’s guidance.”

Riddle: If I had the chance, I would’ve liked to be taught equestrian skills by this senior…

Riddle: I’m very disappointed.

Lilia: Ha ha ha! They’re always exaggerating. Don’t take it seriously.

Lilia: I hope you will continue to hone your skills alongside Silver and Sebek.

Riddle: Of course. Lilia-senpai, please take care of yourself.

Trey: Be careful not to get hurt or sick.

Cater: Stay healthy even if you’re far away! Get in touch through magicam any time~

Lilia: Yeah. You too.

#twisted wonderland #twst translation #diasomnia chapter translation #diasomnia chapter spoilers #diasomnia chapter #my translation #I'm so looking forward to dissecting Cater's psyche in the chapters after this part of the main story is over #the change of tone from his sincere goodbye to the 'let's take a pic~'#deflecting feelings...he's just like me fr #also Silver and Sebek were there to see the exchange with Riddle #such good sons #not proofread I've been here since the chapter dropped at midnight for me...it is 7 am now

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peonierose · 2 years

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#14 :)

Thank you so so much. And sorry for the late reply 😁

Here's a little something I hope you like it 🥰 Since Luna hasn’t given birth yet. I sort of played with the idea if she already had ☺️ Hope that’s okay

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Luna Auclair

Rating: Fluff

Words: 900+

A/N: I got the wonderful prompt (#14 - the baby being visibly excited when one of the parents is entering the room) from @jerzwriter ❤️ from this prompt list

My mom stands next to me as I change Kehlani and she does the same with Alaia. Changing twins? Team effort.

”They’re so cute,“ my mom comments and blows a raspberry on Lanis tummy.

She giggles and it’s my favorite sound in the whole world.

I grin softly at my mom

”Totally. Except when we have to change them. I think B almost fainted last night,“ I say

Bryce walks up the stairs

He kisses my shoulder

”That’s not true babe. Don’t listen to them Lani,“ he says and I move to the side so that he can have time with one of his girls.

She looks up at him with her big brown eyes. And starts giggling.

He smiles. His eyes so proud. He tickles her and earns an excited laugh.

”See? She loves me,“ he picks her up and bounces her on his hip.

I cross my arms

”She loves me more,“ I say and don’t even notice my mom filming this whole thing.

Bryce keeps talking to Lani

”Don’t listen to her. I know I’m your favorite,“ he kisses her soft cheeks.

Lani keeps looking at him and laughs.

”Beat that,“ Bryce grins triumphantly.

”This is not a contest,“ I retort

”Says the loser. Give me five,“ he says to Lani and he high fives Lanis little hand.

Grace laughs so hard she has to lean on the wall for support.

”You guys I almost peed my pants from laughing,“ she says and I give her Rosie to hold who smiles adorably at her grandma.

My mom is still laughing to herself, and wiping tears from the corner of her eyes.

Bryce is still holding Lani.

When Rosie starts to fuss. She’s making her I‘m-hungry-and-you-better-feed-me-face

I smile and get settled in the rocking chair.

I peel away my bra and gently put Rosie in place.

Not gonna lie. The first time nursing hurt a little, but it’s better now.

Bryce dances around with Lani as my mom makes silly faces at her, to keep her from crying.

Nursing twins? Is a balancing act. Usually when one of them sees me nursing? The other wants in too. And I’m not able to nurse both of them at the same time.

”Looks like someone is hungry,“ Bryce comments and kisses me on my forehead.

”Yeah,“ I say and when Rosie is done I give her to Bryce and take Lani who’s smiling excitedly. I let her take the other side to nurse her.

”Looks like she knows where her favorite place is. I sure know the feeling,“ Bryce comments winking at me and burps Rosie.

”B….“ I blush down to my neck.

My mom chortles and says taking Rosie from Bryce to kiss her soft cheeks.

”Oh don’t worry I‘ve heard worse. Isn’t that right my little angel,“ my mom says and Rosie puts her chubby hand on my moms face giggling.

They both smile and I wish I’d had a camera to capture the moment. Luckily B is way ahead of me and snaps a pic.

———————————————————

Lying in bed the baby monitor on full. Should the twins wake up, needing anything.

I sigh into my pillow as sleep won’t come.

My whole body feels weird. A few weeks after giving birth, it still feels weird.

I don’t think I’ve adjusted to not being pregnant anymore.

Bryce rolls to his side, leaning in closer so his lips are right next to my ear.

”Can’t sleep?“ his voice raspy from sleep.

I turn around be he holds me in place and puts a hand over my stomach.

”I feel weird not being pregnant,“ I admit

He leans closer and lazily traces soft kisses along my neck.

”Why?“ he mumbles against my skin

”I don’t know. It’s as if I hadn’t really gotten the memo that I gave birth,“ I say and feel weird for saying that.

It was a painful experience giving birth, but I miss tracing fingers along my stomach feeling the twins kick. Talking to them through my stomach.

Now that they’re here. It’s just so different.

I tell B my thoughts.

”It feels weird not being pregnant, because I don’t feel them kick anymore. I miss my baby bump,“ I say sadly.

I feel his smile against my shoulder.

”Oh we can definitely work on making you feel that way again,“ he says his tone gone lower.

I laugh and tune my head to look at him.

”I gave birth a few weeks ago. I don’t feel like doing that again so soon,“ I say turning fully around.

Bryce looks at me. As if I’m his most priced possession.

He licks his lips and leans down to kiss me and I just sigh at the contact. Feeling like a horny teenager. Craving this contact with him all the damn time.

”Is it weird that I can’t get enough off of you?“ I ask into the dark, the pale moonlight drifting into the room. Making B look like a fallen angel.

He smiles wickedly

”Not at all,“ he says and before we can move further ahead the baby monitor lets us know that the twins woke up.

He puts his face on my stomach, frustration clear on his face.

”I was really hoping to get some time alone with these,“ he says looking sadly at my breasts.

I kiss him

”Later. I think we’ve really got to manage our alone time better. Maybe be a bit quicker about it,“ I say and adjust my white sleeping shirt. And I feel my boobs leaking.

He smiles getting up and hands me a new shirt from the drawer

”Thanks B,“ I say thankfully

”Oh I can be real quick,“ he says smiling at me and I smile back

He pulls me into his arms

”Anything for you my darling angel,“ he says kissing me and together we go look after our little miracles.

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jasmariswonderland · 1 year

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“How will I change from this year to next? I’m excited to find out so please look forward to it!”

And now, to finally conclude Danica’s birthday celebrations, here is her birthday interview for 2023! Fake screencap made with assets from the wonderful @ alchemivich! 💙

~~~

Danica: The one selected by the Magical Birthday Dice is supposed to bring a gift of good luck. It’s almost time for them to arrive, I wonder who it will be. *giggling* I’m so excited, I can barely stay still!

???: I’m heeeeerreee!

Danica: Oh! I know that voice! That can only mean...

Danica: Cater-san! So you’re the one the Magical Birthday Dice selected? Wonderful! I’m really looking forward to this!

Cater: Me too! It’ll be fun interviewing a fellow club member! Speaking of which, here’s a gift from all of us at the light music club! We put a lot of thought into it so I hope you like!

Danica: I’m sure I’ll like anything you guys get me! Hmmm, let’s see, this box is kind of heavy. *opens the present, her eyes widen when she sees what’s inside* This...this is...?!

Cater: SUPRISE! Lilia remembered when you said you wanted to learn to play violin one day! So we all chipped in and got you one! It’s a beginner model too!

Danica: Gosh, I hope it wasn’t too pricy! Nevertheless I love it! I’ve always had a passing interest in learning how to play an instrument.

Cater: I’m glad you like it! Have you always had particular interest in violin?

Danica: I have, out of all the classical instruments, violins resonate with me the most. Depending on how it’s played, the sound it makes can have so many different kind of melodies that invoke all kinds of emotions from cheerful to sorrowful. And since you, Kalim, and Lilia all have your specialties and many of my Pomefiore friends are very skilled with piano, I can’t wait to start playing this!

Cater: You can sing, dance, and soon you’ll be a triple threat with this violin! *takes out his phone* Here, let me get a pic of you holding it for the first time!

Danica: Sure thing! Be sure to send it to me so I can put it on Magicam! *holding the violin and laughing* Uh...since this is the first time I’ve ever held one, I’m not sure if my hand placement is correct.

Cater: Looks good to me, now smile for the camera! *he takes the pic* Awesome, flawless as always! And Lilia said he’ll help you learn to play it at our next meeting.

Danica: I’m looking forward to it! So, shall we begin our interview?

~~~

Cater: Alrighty then! The first interview question is: if you could bring one person with you to a deserted island, who would it be? Here’s the catch though: it can’t be anyone from your dorm.

Danica: No one from Pomefiore? Aww, well that rules out Rook-san then! He’d be my first pick.

Cater: Really? Why is that?

Danica: He might be in Pomefiore, but he’s pretty strong and very resourceful. He has very keen senses too, the way he can see things from very far distances is quite a feat. And I remember after beanfest, he told me he was able to find me because of the scented lotion I was using. It’s a very light scent so I have no idea how he was able to do that!

Cater: Rook’s senses are crazy powerful, he seems almost inhuman sometimes!

Danica: *giggles* But I digress, let me answer the question properly. Hmmm, well, if not Rook, I’d say my classmate Jack. Jack Howl from Savannaclaw.

Cater: Jack-kun, huh? Why would you pick him?

Danica: I’d pick Jack for a lot of the same reasons I’d pick Rook, he’s resourceful, has keen senses, but he’s also very levelheaded, thoughtful and quick to find solutions to problems. Jack is also from a region of Shaftlands further north of Pyroxene, it gets very cold and snowy in those parts. So he has to has to have pretty strong stamina to be able to tolerate such a harsh climate. In short, the perfect combination of brains and brawns!

Cater: You two seem to get along well, and he’s definitely got that big brother vibe to him so he’d make sure you stay safe.

Danica: That’s another reason why I’d pick Jack. You see, he has a lot of the same qualities of my own older brother.

Cater: Your own big brother? What’s he like?

Danica: He’s not a muscular as Jack, but he’s very kind and levelheaded. Because he works a lot with our parents, he can be a little distant but if I ever need help, he’ll be the first to come to my aid. I remember, right before coming to NRC for my orientation, our parents were gone on some business venture but he chose to stay behind to see me off. He ended up missing some big meeting and our dad lectured him for it, but he didn’t want me to be alone before leaving for school. That...meant a lot to me.

Cater: Ah I get it now! He sure sounds nice, I’d sure like to meet him one day.

~~~

Cater: Onto the next question!

Danica: Ask away!

Cater: If you were to transfer to another dorm, which would it be?

Danica: Transfer out of Pomefiore?! I...wow...I can hardly imagine such a thing anymore!

Cater: Anymore?

Danica: Before coming to NRC, Taima and I went to the same school and we were as much besties as we are now. I really wanted to be in the same dorm as her but fate had other plans.

Cater: She’s in Scarabia right? I’m guessing that’s where you’d wanna transfer to right?

Danica: You’d think so, but I’ve come to realize that Pomefiore is the most ideal dorm for me. And there’s a few downsides to being in Scarabia that would rule it out for me. Mostly the hot and arid climate, extreme heat is as bad for my skin as extreme cold. I can’t imagine being anywhere else but Pomefiore but if I HAD to choose another dorm, it would be Diasomnia.

Cater: Diasomnia?! I’ll be real, I wasn’t expecting that!

Danica: Well after Pomefiore, I really like the aesthetic of Diasomnia’s dorm. It’s similarly noble but has a darker, more mysterious feel that I can’t help but be drawn to. Their dorm uniform is very regal too so I think I’d like wearing one.

Cater: I can definitely see you rocking a Diasomnia uniform! You’d look super cute in any of the other dorm uniforms but Diasomia’s would bring out your natural elegance! And you’d be in the same dorm as Lilia and Vidaria!

Danica: That’s another plus to Diasomnia since I like both of them. But the biggest reason, I really admire the Thorn Fairy’s noble spirit and fierce regality! I remember we were going over the Great Seven in my magic history class and Professor Trein showed us a portrait of her. The first thing that struck me was how gorgeous she was! Not as beautiful as the Fairest Queen but very compelling in her own right. I could almost feel her power seeping through the portrait. She was certain to be very powerful I’d hate to get on her bad side! I would love to learn more about her and what made her such a powerful sorceress.

Cater: *laughs* I get that, all the stories I’ve heard about her make her sound like a force to be reckoned with! Diasomnia students are all super crazy skilled with their magic, especially Malleus!

~~~

Cater: OK! That wraps up our interview! *smirks evilly* You know what that means, right?

Danica: It’s time for you to give me my gift of good luck, right? *grins* I’m ready!

Cater: Heh heh, you sound pretty excited about this, Dani-chan!

Danica: Of course! It’s a Night Raven College tradition and as a freshman, I’m happy to finally experience this!

Cater: Awwe, I’m happy to be initiating you, freshie! But before we start, let me set up my camera. This is a special moment for you as an NRC student so we gotta make a memory of it!

(...)

Cater: There! All set up! Are ya ready?

Danica: Don’t hold back, Cater-san! Give me all ya got!

Cater: Don’t worry, I don’t plan to! Here we go! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DANICA!!!

Danica: <3

🥧🥧🥧

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #pomefiore oc #OC: Danica #twst cater #oc birthday

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zhongrin · 1 year

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Yes I need it Rin, but I already get it by looking at pics from him <3 (and the one you drew for me, PLS IM STILL LOSING OVER IT)

Oh you bet he wants you to show it off, after all - he wants everyone to know you're his and his alone. <3

Dw I already record it for you hehe 💞

LMAO PLS IM SO WEAK, I won't be able to lift him up, so ig I just drag him home by his legs or sum LDBSOISBA

NO PLS DONT OR ELSE ILL FAINT WHILE FAINTING (WITH TONGUE?? OH ARCHONS....)

what camera, hehe 🤭📸

🤨 sus.

Ofc ofc I will! (And I will fluster myself while at it! <//3)

OMG ITS BEAUTIFUL DISHSKKA such a thoughtful gift from you <33

But Alhaithams too PLSSS a hawk cuz of his constellation I'm losing it dksbsosnw

Relationship goals frfr

Baizhu and me aren't that gift givers, our gift is the love we show to the other one. <3 but he gifted me a necklace once and I wear it like.. always under my clothes, the necklace is green with a flower in the middle <3 and I gifted him a bracelet he wears too. Its made out of balls with small dendro symbols in it (selfmade) 💞

FoODBEKSJWIWIW RIN. RIN. RIN. RIN. DONT GIVE ME IDEAS and don't fluster me pls don't touch me dksbjwowbsnsk, I'll take it as deep as he wants

Pls that sounds so Zhongli like omfg;; and him pampering you?? Plsssss and the scent kink I smell it LMAO. 💞

Yes. 1 in all, Alhaitham thinks it's too time consuming to have multiple ones, I gotchu not only when you give him head

Hehe <33 I saw through u Rin 💞

PLS RIN OMGG ITS SO CUTE DOSHSJKSNSJSN I MEAN BAIZHU WOULD. MANS HELLA IN LOVE LIKE ME. PLS. I NEED IT. (I'm not desperate nooo)

Yes Zhongli seems like the guy who sleeps at 1am and wakes up at 6am fully rested LMAOOO (pls Rin I feel u 🤝) akifhjsk KITHES!! 💞💞

Mmmm I see I see, I understand<33 and totally valid - yes, weekends are there to rest hehe (or third option, ya are having fun *wink wink*) LMAO ALHAITHAM SO RUDE. but ngl he would sorry :(( but how do you wake him up then, if you would? (And Zhongli too?)

but more is always better no? <3 (byehsldjflksjdlkfjskldf you're too sweet vi pls <3 <3 <3)

y-yes sir hsldkfjdsf man i'm so down bad

good it shall be forever immortalized and passed as a family heirloom

oh yeah so like this lmao-

double hit noice it's ok sweetie as he said he'll take a very good care of you :)

pls i saw it in a market once and i went THIS BUT DRAGONS FOR MY HUBBY <3 <3

i am now imagining kaveh going on a cleaning spree (bc let's admit it we all have gone into cleaning mode to procrastinate work-) and haitham freaking out (internally, like that emoji of his) bc he thought he misplaced the bookmark.... when kaveh just put back the book he was reading onto the bookshelf lmao

awwww that's adorable.... a necklace!!!! and a bracelet!!!!! pls i love love love jewelery gifts bc you can wear them all the time yesssss!!! i can also kinda see baizhu regularly giving you flowers somehow. probably overused the "these flowers are radiant, aren't they? yet none of them compares to you" line too lol ;))

he'd moan shakily when you do that, and momentarily his fingers might tighten a little around your hair, but he'd immediately release them and give you a choked out apology. please forgive him, you're just too good.... <3

the dragon instincts likes what it likes ykyk 🐉

"it's efficient and it works. i don't understand what your problem is." - al haitham when kaveh and i confront him about his choice in soap probably. u right he probably does it too while he fucks me from behi- /bonked

you're both so smitten with each other please i can't shldfkjsljdklfjlksdf <3 <3 <3 he'd admire every little thing too. the way your eyelashes flutter, the way your skin look under the sunlight, the way your lips are temptingly seducing him- ;)))

or he'd go to bed at 3 and wake up at 6 still looking like a GOD see what i did there LIKE HOW TF (cries look i love cooking but it's not my fault i'm not talented at it and lacks common sense with measurements-) how do i wake zhongli up? hmmmm on the very rare occasions that he's asleep unfortunately he's as still as a rock (ha). there is. there is nothing i can do to wake him up vi. i've tried kisses. i've tried bites. he's not waking up if he doesn't want to wake up hsldkfjlsdf

fun cough cough yes indeed we really should soundproof our bedroom huh he's a bastard but i love him nonetheless hsldfkjsd i guess i'd have my payback tho. since he's being rude with waking me up, whenever i have to do it, i'd do the same to him lmao probaby would do morning blowjobs that always start out the day strong-

#rin answers #rin is having tea with: dresvi 💚#rin selfships #zhongrin #meitham #minors dni

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liamthemarowak · 1 year

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In the forest, Liam is preparing to make a video about this abandoned laboratory that Jack is on about. "Ok, So I need to make sure I have everything, Including the camera which it is important to make the video." Liam said as he takes out his camera and turns it on. "Ok, the camera is now on, now let's go to that abandoned lab." Liam said as he walks along the forest. In the forest, he could be able to hear the birds singing while he is walking. "I really love the sound of the birds in the forest!" Liam said. He have now arrived at the abandoned laboratory, and he is getting ready to record the footage. "Ok, time to record the footage!" Liam said as records the footage of the abandoned laboratory. He records the abandoned laboratory from the outside by going around it. "This laboratory sure is a big one! Now, I will head inside!" Liam as as he going to record the inside of the laboratory. Inside, it smells like old coal just like in the mines. "It really smells like coal in this place, seems someone has failed the experiment and the tube has been exploded." Liam said. When he was walking around, he could see a light coming from the room. It was a computer that was left running for a long time. "Seems someone forgot to turn off the computer, but what's this I could see?" Liam said as he takes a closer look of the computer. He could see some images of the experiment of the purple goo. "So, they are making purple goo with, a spider?" Liam said as he takes a look of more pics of the purple goo with the spider. He looked at the last one which it moves by itself. "Oh, that is so scary on what happened to them, I hope they are ok. Anyways Let's keep continuing on." Liam said as he continues recording more footage of the abandoned laboratory. Just then, he can see the purple goo on the floor. Liam was very shocked about that the monster escaped! "Uh oh, does this mean that the monster escaped?" Liam said as he started to get scared. Suddenly, he could hear a noise. "Huh, Who's there? Are you exploring the abandoned laboratory as well? Or just come here to prank me?" Liam said. Liam can also hear the the growls coming from the big computer room. "Ok, I hope I can catch something on tape and Jack will research this creature." Liam said as he goes into the big computer room. Inside, he can see loads of tubes around. "Huh, seems the scientists are really experimenting that symbiote goo." Liam said. Just then, he can hear Symbiote Cece behind him. "Uh, I think something is behind me right?" Liam said as he turns around. He jumps in fright when he sees Symbiote Cece. "Hey, you shouldn't be in here, leave now!" Symbiote Cece said. "Oh I will never leave, time to use my fire element to defeat you fair and square!" Liam said as he activates his fire power. They begin to battle, and Liam uses his fire dash, but Symbiote Cece dodged it. "Ha, if you want to defeat me, you have to catch me!" Symbiote Cece said as she runs away from Liam. "Hey, Come back here!" Liam said as he chases Symbiote Cece. When he was chasing her, he got his feet stuck in Symbiote goo. "Oh come on! I was going to do an epic chase, and now this slows me down!" Liam said. Then, Liam had an idea. "Hey, My water element can clean up the Symbiote goo, that way I could have an easier way to catch Symbiote Cece!" Liam said, but he realised that Cece is in Symbiote goo so she could turn herself into an Symbiote Creature. "Hang on, that hair. I realized it was Cece as a Symbiote monster! Hang on Cece, I'm coming for you!" Liam said as he sprays water from his hand and cleans up the Symbiote goo. He have finally see Symbiote Cece in the storage room. "You're here, and you are going down!" Symbiote Cece said. "Well, not today, you are going to get sprayed with water and rescue Cece!" Liam said. "Cece, well she's not here right now!" Symbiote Cece. Liam looks very confused in the face. "Um, what do you mean? You are Cece! And I am here to release her from the Symbiote goo!" Liam said as he sprays lots of water around. "Oh, not the water, my weakness!" Symbiote Cece said as she dodges loads of water coming from Liam. "Stay still there, I'm going to free Cece!" Liam said. Then, Symbiote Cece ran out of breath. Liam sprayed water on Symbiote Cece. "Nooooo, I'm melting! Melting! Oh what a world, what a world!" Symbiote Cece said as the Symbiote goo goes away on Cece. Cece went back to normal. "Ugh, what happened?" Cece said. "Well, you was a Symbiote Creature, so I decided to release you." Liam said. Cece realised about that she was a Symbiote Creature. "Wait, I was becoming an Symbiote creature when I came to this place! It all started when I was walking down the forest, and see this abandoned laboratory in front of me, So I decided to go inside. Without warning, I can see this purple looking goo all around the lab, and just then, one of the giant purple goo went into me, and I became an Symbiote creature. I really need to be careful next time." Cece said. "I know, but we need to get out of here, or else another Symbiote creature is coming to get us!" Liam said as they ran out of the abandoned laboratory, and Liam collected the Symbiote goo and puts it inside the jar. "Now Jack will be able to research this goo," Liam said. Back at Liam and Jack's house, Jack was looking at the fact book. Liam came in, and he has Cece with him. "Hey Liam, have you got the footage of the abandoned laboratory?" Jack said. "Yes, I have got the footage of it, and I also got the Symbiote goo in the Jar as well." Liam said. "Yeah, and I became a Symbiote creature, but now Liam saved me." Cece said. Jack was very shocked about it. "Wait, you became a Symbiote creature? Now that's the list of my interesting stuff! Now, would you like to give me the Goo and the footage?" Jack said. Liam gave Jack the goo and the lab footage. "Thanks, Now I will research this in my room!" Jack said as he went into his room to research. "Ok, would you like some water Cece? I could make you tap water." Liam said. "Yes, I would like to have one." Cece said as Liam and Cece went into the kitchen and make themselves a drink of water.

Liam The Marowak belongs to Me

Symbiote Cece Belongs to mrsilveralpha on Deviantart

Pokemon Belongs to Nintendo and Game Freak

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castle-dominion · 11 months

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bonus features

martha's master class

lmao I love the way this is made martha my beloved he IS astute! & the son of an actress! "presence & enthusiasm as they undress each other. Oh! There goes the hat!" of course you did, with the hat as a character bomb went off, shoving her lover under the bed to save his life believe you me MARTHA ah yes the timing. I think he was a personal trainer! I'd be proud of him too! Listening & thinking than line count I like Martha is great. *whispers* very hitchcock she is just talking them thru lol. But they totally look like they are filming it from the loft. Maybe during his physio appointments. why wipe it off? I was right! They DID need to be watching him to make sure he was awake & watching! They did this for him... they were up in the middle of the night doing this to give castle the best birthday gift ever for a mystery writer. Tho an escape room would have been fun too. just walking on the phone as people do "should he decide to break in" why didn't he shred it tho? the soda from the cabinet <3 coordinating it with the beckett fridge hint was sooo good they had rehearsals on the day-of!? She has lied before, she IS a good actress sometimes! I want to look in your fridge! I feel like I am being attacked! Oh no! I have a particular talent for telling people what to do & how to do it! I love her sm & am so glad they made that

your home is your castle

desirable real estate? really? it is a thousand dollars biweekly for a closet in someone's bathroom & you only get to sleep there nights because your roommate sleeps there during the day. at least it is not as bad as toronto They are getting an interiot designer to tour the loft. love it.

Alfred. I like this fellow. & vern ofc. get the script first, determine what we will build & what we will not. tracing paper 3d model digitally thankfully materials Building a set is honestly great robbing peter to pay paul, renting vs building vs buying oOH WE GET TO SEE THE MILL

HEY I RECOGNIZE THAT, THEY ARE BUILDING THE SPACESHIP I THINK Damon my man Ah, time constraints. My dad is a carpenter, he has done work for museums & churches, I wonder what it would be like if he made commissions for film. Like that one person in the murdoch mysteries fandom (I think @ha-bloody-ha is the one?) who does some kind of fiber art commissions for the costume department. "build me a sign" in the middle of shooting like bro you just... didn't have that already? ok lol wet paint still on camera lol

Experts in tribeca lol two sisters & a mom in the heart of tribeca near beckett's loft & their cute umbrellas & their very new york accents privacy, eateries, family, celebrity, sounds perfect for kate.

Lol I love their fake skyline Oooh a full tour of her apartment dustjackets fan wiki does not have a map for beckett's apartment so I'll grab a clip I like her art & stuff Alfred understands characters so well MY FATHER & I WOULD TAG TEAM THIS GUY & GIVE HIM A LICKING BECAUSE AS A CHEF & A KITCHEN DESIGNER WE ARE SO MAD. fancy plastic from home depot lol I like her stairs & the books on them Ooh a rooftop garden! She canonically likes to read I like how stana & alfred sat down & chatted. oh, johanna pic... open it up physically ooh so good! the lighting is indeed nice. Ah yes, set ceilings are able to be removed. Nice. She has a dining room? Wow lol. Ah her bedroom is a swing set. They take it down & store it & then if they need it they set it back up. Audio sounds a bit like the portal radio that is her bedroom? No I don't think so I think this is the workshop where they are setting up her bedroom...

Soho new york these pretty ladies! artists, writers, Bachelor & playboy & walking distance to restaurants really pretty tbh. Old fashioned. walking distance 5-10m from where kate lives according to the new york fellows faster on foot than in a taxi, obviously

Love the skylight NF: What I learned about richard castle when I walked in here was that he is incredibly wealthy. Old spectacles, swords, typewriters, weird alphabet golfballs they just hide their lines around the sets lmao open shelves are great for me as an adhder with a lack of object permanence, out of sight out of mind. But that is One Heavy Door considering the shelves are acting as the wall between the office & rest of the house. The kitchen certainly is interesting. Too clean imo just have a cambro under there lol NF: "we've all lived like that" smells like dust lol sfx, perry! My man! Ah, fire issues. Wourder. Jersey lol. it IS a nice staircase! Vern: Is there anything actually up there? Me: well they joked about seamus dever sleeping in castle's bed & jon huertas putting a cot up there to nap between takes... The stairs: *nothing* I too would love to see martha's room! His office is bigger than I thought... is that a door to a balcony? Yeah that picture really messed me up at first, I thought maybe it was a mirror... of course all the walls need to be able to be removed Ooh hoo hoo his bedroom! Oh his fave is the photograph of the subway on the landing Want a hug? Aw so cute!

NF: Idk AM: Well there are several bedrooms... MQ: 15 million SK: Millions for sure. SS: Location location location AM: 3.5, 4 mil? NF: My apartment in new york was smaller than these two rooms combined & I was paying a little over 2k a month in rent... at least 6 million to buy SK: A detective from a family of academics would be able to afford a place like this so whatever those people make MQ: Gosh & I've never lived in new york I'm totally just acting like I know what I'm talking about NF: Becktt's apartment would be... AM: Maybe a million? a little more than that SS: a million three nine five ($1 395 000?) NF: 4.2 million SK: 200k Vern: Interesting guesses

3bed 3bath 5k sq feet in soho for 6mil with all that outdoorspace I'd buy one for myself & for each of my daughters 12mil 200k would get you a storage bin, maybe two, for your coats 2bed home office 1.8k sq feet fabulous details open kitchen exposed brick in the heart of tribeca, closer to 4mil. If there is outdoor space closer to 5mil.

Make your home your castle uwu *steals a book*

Lot Cops Oh no this one. Jon Huertas & Seamus Dever going for "tactical training" but I've seen this one & idk how much of it was scripted but it is insane they are insane I am insane I went insane over this not to mention how insanely funny it is. A recert for tactical effectiveness they say. I am trying SO HARD not to tell the entirety of tumblr how silly & stupid this is like How Much of this was scripted, how much did they say "just play around" how much did they tell the training team? how much were they acting? this feels like an unus annus episode r for restraint that's the only one I'm saying in this liveblog.

Deleted scene singular Are we dating? A couple weeks? Isn't that like,, all the vacation north americans get? Dating, being with, semi-cohabitating, I'll tell you what we're not doing: sleeping she TRIED to have that talk, twice even!

Someone posted these bloopers right? I love all the gibberish but "nine-- ten blocks away" could have stayed too much sex shut thup NO for a sec I thought he was speaking cree lmao "we never swear on this show" *shows a bunch of swearing* Who'd make a movie after a failed scifi series? That guy's gotta but fckn nuts! *serenity* Ok I'll clip the uh, the thing. Not the entire thing even tho it is very funny, just the, you know, the things I always grab from the bloopers.

#castle s5 bonus features #castle s5 outtakes

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nctsworld · 3 years

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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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