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melithril · 22 days ago

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[Adar] - Rainfall

♫ - Safe With Me - Izakaru

A/N: Sory for being MIA, I went to watch Sam last night in Coriolanus and it was incredible! Any of you in London please go watch if you can, it's so worth it! Anyway, I'm back to regular programming hopefully, please enjoy!! <3

Taking a long breath in, you sat bolt upright in your bed. Your eyes were wide, and your skin was sweaty but cold to the touch. It was rare for bad dreams to plague your sleep, though when they came, they were awful. Letting yourself calm for a moment by taking a deep breath in, your eyes glanced to your right, where your lover often lay. Hoping this one time you would find him there, such a thing was not the case. Instead, you found that side of the bed empty and made up, suggesting he had not been here all night. Slipping out of bed, you let your feet carry you to where you knew he would be.

Often late at night, Adar could be found behind his desk working away on plans and various bits of business he had to attend to. Sometimes it piled up on him, and it meant long nights trying to figure the mess out. Tonight was one of those nights, and as Adar sat in front of all the paperwork, his mind drifted to you. How he wanted nothing more than to be with you now, in bed, doing absolutely anything but this. He drifted into a sort of daydream, distracted at the thought of being able to hold you and kiss you now. It did not last, and just as quickly as he fell in, he was pulled back out.

A knock was heard at his door. Adar placed his head into his hands, assuming it was one of his uruk's with more news he really cared not for at this moment in time.

"Come," he called, trying to hide the exasperation in his voice.

"I hope I'm not bothering you," came your reply, your own voice meek and quiet.

Adar's head shot up, clearly not expecting you to be out at such a time. He felt the same feeling in his stomach as he always felt upon seeing you; the joy, the happiness, and as usual you looked gorgeous, despite having woken up merely minutes ago. From past experience, he knew you probably couldn't sleep, which wasn't good for you but he was welcoming of your company all the same.

"My star, is everything alright?" Adar questioned with concern. It always had warmed your heart when he voiced his worries for you. It showed you how much he truly cared.

You hadn't answered, and so Adar stood and made his way over. Reaching and towering above you, he place his hands on your shoulders, and you lift your head to look up at him. Your tear-stained face was enough to convince him something was wrong, as well as your inability to look him in the eye. Saddened that you were not okay, he pulled you over to his chair to sit with him. You sat on his lap, legs thrown over one side of him as he held you bridal style, safe and secure. You buried your face into his neck as he ran his hand through your hair to calm you.

"Whatever is the matter, starlight?"

Taking a moment to answer, Adar gave you all the space in the world. He knew that now you needed comfort, and to exist in his company, and so he would not pressure you for an answer. He was content upon seeing you unharmed.

"I had a nightmare, Adar. I know it sounds silly to come to you simply for one bad dream, but I didn't know what else to do."

Adar shook his head.

"Look at me, my love," he spoke, and you rose your head to look him in the eye. "Nothing such as this is silly. I am glad you sought me out, for I would not want you to bear such feelings alone. You know I am and always have been here to scare those thoughts away."

"But," you started, sniffling a little. "You are so busy, and-"

"I am never too busy for you. I never will be. Whatever I have going on will always be second to you, in your time of need or not. You come first. Now, how can I help?"

As if by some manner of pathetic fallacy, a clap of thunder rang through the air, and rain began to fall heavily outside. You could hear the taps against the window as you curled closer into Adar, taking in the warmth he radiated.

"Can I stay with you here?"

He smiled. "For as long as you need to."

You sat with him in the same position, his arms enclosing you in a house of safety, a place wherein no bad could ever come to you. All of those thoughts, those feelings, the memory of your nightmare had fizzled out, and right now you were left with a warm feeling as you listened to the rise and fall of Adar's chest. You counted his heartbeat in attempt to calm yourself entirely, and paid attention to the light, fleeting kisses placed atop your head.

Tiredness began to overcome you and could feel the realms of sleep drawing in, but you spoke anyway with a slight drawl in your voice.

"Thank you, Adar. For everything, for always being there no matter what."

Adar chuckled a little, and with his finger and thumb had tilted your head up to look at him. He took a moment, taken aback by how you looked in his arms. Your hair was messy, still unkempt from your having woken up the first time, and your face was bathed in the pale glow of the moonlight. Never had he seen a more beautiful sight than you in this moment.

"You need never thank me for this, starlight. All I ask of you is that you allow me to love you and for you to be here when I wake each day. I will always be here to fight those dreams for you."

You simply stared up at him with adoration. How you had fallen so far in love with Adar you knew not, but each day you fell further and further into what seemed like a bottomless pit. Not that you were complaining, far from it. You thanked whatever powers were at be in the universe that had flung you towards him, and you were grateful that you were granted the chance to love him in his entirety.

Never had you loved someone so much, and never had you been loved so much in return.

Leaning up, you ran kisses along Adar's jaw, earning a small hum of appreciation from him. Reaching his lips, Adar wasted no time in pressing his own to yours, a sweet kiss that never deepened. It remained soft, gentle and kind. Pulling away, you smiled up at the uruk you loved so dearly. Your head came once again to rest on his chest, your arms lazily around his middle as he sat in his chair. He kept you close to him, taking a breath to savour this moment.

"You should rest now, my love. It is already late." Adar's tone was somewhat serious.

You had a worried look on your face, which he had quelled immediately.

"Do not worry, I will let no harm come to you. I will be here, those dreams are gone now, it is just you and I. Listen to the rainfall outside, I know it is your favourite. Listen to how it falls, the rhythms and patterns."

And so, you did, not convinced you would be able to fall asleep so soon. Your mind honed into the taps on the window, as well as the small crackle of fire behind you both. In addition to the rain, you could also hear the drum of his heart as he sat with you. The ambient noise of the rain paired with how cozy you felt in his arms, there was little that could plague your mind and keep you from drifting off any time now.

A few minutes had passed, and after feeling you get a little heavier against him, Adar spoke to you with a voice low like a whisper.

"Beautiful, are you alright?"

No answer. Adar smiled. You were asleep.

Adar turned his focus to his work, deciding to get a little more in whilst he still could. He also did not want to disturb your position, finding it amusing and, dare he say, adorable how quickly you could sleep with him. He knew it was because you felt safe with him, and he reveled in knowing that you felt that safe in his arms. As he began to organise his papers, his free hand stroked your hair, before he placed a kiss to your head.

"Sleep well, my starlight. I will be here for you, always."

Thank you for reading! <3

#rings of power #adar imagine #imagine #adar x reader #adar #rings of power x reader #adar one shot #rings of power imagine #x reader #one shot

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gothlcsan · 1 year ago

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TXT ; THEIR KINKS

PARING idol!txt , reader (gender unspecified)

GENRE 18+ smut

SYNOPSIS txt and the kinks i associate with them

WORD COUNT 590

WARNINGS pet play, oral (reader receiving), dubcon, taehyun!panty sniffer/stealer, usage of pet names, very perverted…, stalker!kai, thigh jobs, dacryphilia

♫ somebody - keshi

a/n day seven of kinktober, not proofread! these are kinks i associate with the members and the ideas make me 😵‍💫 hehe if you enjoyed please consider liking and reblogging!

soobin painfully obssessed with oral. he cannot go a second without thinking about going down on you. you’ll come over to spend the night with your boyfriend and end up with his head between your thighs pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you until your eyes roll back into your skull and you’re drooling down your chin. he loves to wake you up with his head promptly back in between your thighs, love marks already scattered across the soft flesh as he swirls his tongue so perfectly making you tremble under his hands that held you up to his mouth via your ass. soobin loving the way you cum in his mouth or on his face, not stopping to test your endurance making you practically ride his face through the aftershocks.

taehyun is such a perv!!! loves to come into your room when you’re not home, digging into your hamper and finding already worn underwear, climbing into your bed! he’ll drown himself in your scent, underwear pressed firmly against his face as he jerks himself off to it. despite being together for a few years now he still gets off on the idea of you not knowing this habit of his, loving the confusion on your face when you complain to him that you’ve misplaced another pair of underwear not knowing it was stuffed in your boyfriend’s pocket the entire time.

yeonjun he’s so so so cute. most people assume he’s the dominant one if your two’s relationship not know he likes to be dressed up as your bunny, his moans flowing out like honey when you thrust into him so nicely. his eyes wet as you wrap your hand around the base of his throat, holding him in place, groaning that he was so good for you. he loves being told he’s such a good boy, shivering when you do so, so pretty and so sensitive, gentle pressure against his nipples making him cum all over. prettiest sounds ever.

beomgyu loves, i mean is absolutely obsessed with crying to get his way. he knows you’re into seeing him cry, his begging to fuck you making your body tingle with excitement every time. he’ll watch you strip in front of him but he’s not allowed to touch neither you or himself, his cock hard against his abdomen dark red and leaking. beomgyu will start to cry begging to fuck you, sobbing harder when you allow him to rut in between your thighs, the fabric of your tights feeling so good against his aching cock. :( he’ll cum so much, dirtying your shoes not even having to ask him as he quickly cleans up the mess with his tongue, cooing how good he is before kissing him all over.

kamal plushie lover who loves to buy plushies for his lover. however, unbeknownst to you, there’s cameras in every single one. you’ve found it so endearing that he buys you plushies, always helping you place them around your bedroom calling him a neat freak as he fixes them so none of them block one another. now, a cute habit was a coverup for something more perverted, kai in the car on the way to schedules, watching you through the camera app, smirking as he watches you get undressed. some days he’ll watch you touch yourself through the cameras, replying with, “i know baby, i know,” when you text him you need him so badly. you not knowing that typical answer being far from a phrase, him seeing and knowing exactly what you meant.

#gothlcsan #smut #kinktober #kpop smut #txt #txt smau #txt smut #sub yeonjun #sub beomgyu #txt x y/n #txt x reader

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crueisummer · 1 year ago

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𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 | 𝓒𝓛16

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

chapter summary: You surprise Charles at a race, and he wins and asks you to be his girlfriend.

playlist: ♫ gorgeous ♪ delicate ♬ i think he knows ♡ you are in love

author's note: Part 3!! I had a lot of ideas coming in with this one that's why it took so long xD Hope you guys like it! In my imagination, Max DNF and Charles won in Austria LOOOOOL jk. Anyway, thank you so much for all the support <;3

word count: 3.1k

disclaimer: All characters and events in this story, even those based on real people, are entirely fictional.

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬

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While sitting on the couch in your living room, engrossed in writing a song with a guitar on your lap and a notebook in front of you, your concentration was interrupted by the FaceTime ringtone. Glancing at your MacBook on the coffee table, you saw Charles' name and immediately answered the call, greeted by his gorgeous face.

"Hello, cheri," Charles greeted you as you set aside your guitar. He settled onto the bed, his head bouncing with a smile, and you couldn't help but laugh. Observing his wet hair and the towel around his neck, you deduced that he had just finished showering after receiving your text about being available for a FaceTime call.

"Aww, is my baby tired?" You teasingly remarked, knowing he preferred terms of endearment over his name.

"Very," he replied with closed eyes, his smile still present.

"I watched the qualifying today, and you did amazingly! P2!" You exclaimed with enthusiasm, as if you were the first one telling him his position, even though he was well aware.

"Merci, bébé. I was thinking of you while racing," he winked at you.

"No, you weren't," you playfully rolled your eyes, aware of his flirtatious nature, yet blushing at his words. Adding, "What time is it there?"

"It's about 9:30 pm here."

"3:30 here."

"Were you writing?" He inquired, noticing the guitar beside you.

"Yeah, just a bit. I've only figured out the guitar part for now," you shrugged.

"Can I hear it?"

"Sure." You reached for the guitar and played the chords for him.

"That sounds amazing. I'm sure you'll come up with the lyrics soon. You're like a genius," he complimented.

"Charles, please. You're going to inflate my ego," you jokingly responded, strumming the guitar. Suddenly, memories of the night you and Charles first met flooded your mind, and the lyrics began to form. Setting the guitar down on the couch, you quickly grabbed your notebook and pen, eager to jot down the lyrics.

"See? You're already writing it down," he smirked at you, shaking his head, secretly thinking, You are so talented.

As you caught up with each other, you suggested that Charles turn off the lights in his room, leaving only the lamp on, and make himself comfortable. About thirty minutes later, he was starting to doze off. Whispering a soft "good night" to him, he responded with a gentle smile and mumbled it back. You watched him sleep, waiting for him to enter a deep slumber before ending the call, recalling how last time you had accidentally woken him up by ending the call too soon.

Now, gazing at his peaceful expression, you wished he could always be like this. He had confided in you about the pressure he was currently facing—falling behind in points compared to last year, ranking 6th in the driver standings, and the heightened attention on him as they returned to Austria, where he had won the previous year—all while aiming to secure a podium win that would mark Ferrari's 800th. Last week, he finished P4 and was disappointed not to make it to the podium, and all you could do was offer comfort over the phone since you were in New York.

It had been two months since you and Charles had met, and you both agreed to take things slow. As part of that decision, you chose not to accompany him to the races. However, when he finished P4 last week, you couldn't help but wish you could be there to hug and support him.

"Please be here," Charles whispered, surprising you. He seemed to be sleeping already. Is he sleep-talking?

You responded softly, "Hmm, Charles? What did you say?"

"Here," He whispered again, and that single word was all it took for you to grab your phone and message your manager that you were heading to Austria. Once you were certain Charles had fallen into a deep sleep, you ended the FaceTime call and made the necessary arrangements. You packed your suitcase, booked a private jet and pilot, secured accommodation and transportation in Austria, all timed to coincide with Charles' arrival at the paddock.

Upon your arrival, Kika and Pierre joined you, handing over the VIP pass. The media immediately began taking photos, unsure of your identity but capturing the moment just in case you were someone significant. Your attire—a black tank top and skirt, a red Ferrari leather jacket, red Jordans, black sunglasses and Charles' Ferrari cap—made it evident that you were there to support a certain Ferrari driver.

"Charles says he's in the motorhome. He's asking why I'm asking where he is," Pierre said, looking up at the two of you, waiting for your response.

"Hmm, if you tell him you have a surprise, he might suspect something, and we don't want that," Kika contemplated aloud.

"Um, just tell him you need him to sign something," you suggested, pointing to the cap you were wearing.

"Wait, are you two official?" Pierre asked you.

“No, not yet.” You smiled sheepishly at them as they expressed their surprise.

“Wow. I bet he’ll ask you to be his girlfriend before the day ends,” Kika said confidently. “I would bet all my money on it.”

“I know he's been planning it for a while, but the surprise might be the cherry on top,” Pierre added, while Kika linked her arm with his and rested her head on his shoulder.

You laughed at their reaction as Pierre led the way to the Ferrari motorhome. You pondered silently, realizing that it didn't really matter whether you were officially a couple or not yet. Charles had been patient, waiting for you to feel comfortable with him, and you both agreed to take things slow. But lately, you couldn't help but feel that both of you were ready for a committed relationship. So, why continue waiting?

A few employees were present, but there were no fans or media in sight. Kika took out her phone to record the moment, and Pierre called Charles, instructing him to come outside. With Pierre on your left and Kika on your right, you stood nervously in the middle, removing your sunglasses and cap to make it easier for Charles to recognize you. You waited for about a minute until three figures wearing red emerged from the building. Charles was the first one out, scanning the surroundings, and when his eyes met yours, his face lit up.

"Y/N?"

"Surprise!"

Grinning, you rushed toward him, and he reciprocated by opening his arms, embracing you tightly. Laughter filled the air as Charles stood there, slightly confused but delighted, while you savored his scent and held onto him. In your imagination, you had envisioned this surprise and his reaction countless times, but nothing compared to the reality of hugging him.

The three people around you laughed and gushed at the sight, and eventually, you pulled away slightly, keeping your arm loosely wrapped around his as you smiled and greeted him with a simple "Hi."

"What? How? When I fell asleep last night, you were still in New York!" He exclaimed, his eyes widening with astonishment. His confusion was undeniably adorable.

"Yeah, but you were sleep-talking, practically begging me to come here!" You replied, creating some distance between you and Charles, placing your hand on your hip. He didn't appreciate the space and closed the gap, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, kissing the side of your head, as you faced your three friends, who were playfully teasing Charles.

"He begged you to come here!?" Carlos shouted in amusement.

"Just say you're happy she's here!" Pierre exclaimed.

“Wait, you guys are in a call while sleeping?” Arthur teased.

"For crying out loud, just kiss her already so I can turn this off!" Everyone turned their attention to Kika, who was still recording the entire interaction. Except for Charles, who gently placed his hand on your chin, guiding your face to look at him. As you turned to meet his gaze, his lips were already in close proximity to yours. He closed the gap between you and gave you a brief but tender kiss before pulling away.

Shortly after, Kika and Pierre bid their farewells, and you hugged and thanked them. Charles then introduced you to Carlos and Arthur.

"Ahh, so this is the famous 'Y/N' that Charles has been talking so much about!" Carlos remarked, smiling as you both stepped back.

You giggled and playfully asked, "Oh really? What has he been saying about me?"

"He's always bringing you up in conversations! Saying things like 'Did you know Y/N is like this...'" Arthur began, imitating Charles as the four of you shared a lighthearted moment.

"Shut up, mate! Go! Don’t you two have to be somewhere?" Charles exclaimed, playfully shooing Carlos and Arthur away. They pretended to be offended but waved goodbye as they left. Charles then took your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours, and led you into the motorhome.

Curiosity filled Charles' expression as he guided you through the motorhome. "Seriously, how did you get here? Wha-?" he began to ask, but you interrupted with laughter, explaining most of it.

As he showed you the different rooms, you waved and greeted the staff. The motorhome had offices where people were working, tables and chairs in the middle, and stairs at the back. Charles led you up the stairs, pointing out the kitchen, and at the top of the stairs was the second floor, where his driver's room was located.

His room was small, with a closet on the left, a small desk beside it, and his bed on the right. You sat on his bed while he closed the door behind you. Commenting on the size, you remarked, "Well, this is bigger than what you described."

"Still, I don't like hanging around here," he chuckled, joining you on the bed. You looked at him, and he couldn't help but smile. "I still can't believe you're here. Did I actually sleep talk last night?"

“Yes! You whispered, ‘be here’ twice and I don’t know, it felt right for me to get here as soon as I can,” you explained and shrugged at the end. Charles' smile didn't fade.

"Can I kiss you now?" he asked softly, and you nodded in response. His lips were warm and soft as they met yours. They parted slightly, allowing your tongues to intertwine. The gentle tickle of his breath beneath your nose, his fingers gently combing through your hair—every sensation was heightened as you breathed each other in.

Charles firmly grasped your hips, urging you to settle onto his lap as he shifted back on the bed. Your bodies pressed against each other with passion, breathing heavily as your lips locked together. The taste of your shared breath lingered, accompanied by the feel of your combined heartbeats. With a slight fumble, he managed to remove your jacket, and his lips trailed a series of small kisses along your neck, leaving a trail of pleasure in their wake.

"Charles, you're going to leave a mark," you whispered breathlessly, reveling in the intense sensations evoked by his kisses.

"That's exactly what I want, my love," he replied in a rough, raspy voice. You entangled your hands in his hair and tugged gently, prompting him to withdraw and admire his handiwork. He looked at you, breathless, your lips reddened and swollen, your hair tousled, and a vivid red mark adorning the left side of your neck—a visible symbol of his possession.

Charles was about to speak when his phone suddenly began vibrating in his pocket. He reached for it and leaned against the headboard of the bed. Finally feeling your fatigue from the long flight, you put your head on Charles' chest and wrapped an arm around his stomach, closing your eyes and finding comfort in the rise and fall of his chest against you. You were almost asleep when you heard Charles bidding the caller goodbye.

"Babe, I have to go to the parade now. Do you want to stay here and take a nap?" Charles asked, running his fingers through your hair as you nodded.

"Okay, I'll be back in 30 minutes tops," Charles says, making a move to leave. At first, you resist, but knowing he'll get in trouble if he's late, you let him go. He kisses you on the forehead goodbye, and you're already fast asleep before he's out of the room.

"Y/N, amour. Wake up," Charles says, planting kisses on your face and arm to gently wake you up. You stir and open your eyes, and he smiles at you. "Sorry to wake you up, but you're going to watch me win now."

You laugh at his cockiness and ask him if you have time to freshen up. He nods, and you stand in front of him, finishing up your lip gloss. He tries to lean in for a kiss, but you stop him, reminding him of your lip gloss. He groans and kisses your forehead instead. Holding your hand, he leads you outside the motorhome.

"I'm going to be busy now. Will you be fine with Arthur?" he asks, taking a sip of water while his hand remains intertwined with yours. You nod, assuring him you'll be okay.

"Are you sure? You can ask Kika to sit here with you, though," he suggests, concerned about your comfort.

"Charles, don't worry. I'm a grown woman. I think I can handle spending time with new people," you laugh, teasing him. "Besides, I'm pretty sure Kika would want to stay and support Pierre."

Once everything is settled, the two of you enter the garage. Charles greets everyone while holding your hand, and you wave at them. He shows you to your seat next to Arthur. Charles introduces you to Joris and Andrea, who are sitting beside Arthur, and then he leaves for a brief team meeting.

As you observe the garage, Joris asks if this is your first F1 race.

“First race and first-time surprising Charles.” You smile at him, and he tells you he’s going to show you something. He tilts his camera to you, and you see a photo of Charles at his apartment, smiling while looking at his phone.

“He was texting you, by the way.” He says and you blush, asking him to send you a copy of the picture. He nods and adds, “You know, I’ve never seen him smile like that.”

“Bullshit. You probably say that to all the girls he brings here.” You joke and chuckle at him.

He raises his arms and says, “Hey, I don’t have any reason to say that to you in the first place. So, trust me when I say that he’s never looked at a girl like that, ever.”

Arthur then chimes in, saying he's never seen Charles talk about someone so much, especially to his mother.

Your eyes widen. He told his mother about me? You try not to show any emotion as you ask Arthur, “What has he said about me?”

“I’m pretty sure all good things. I know she doesn’t like to judge before meeting someone, so she’s been asking Charles to invite you for dinner, but he said the two of you are taking things slow, and I think she really liked that.” Arthur smiles at you.

“Charles hasn’t had a good track record when it comes to dating, and Maman tries not to interfere; but you know.” Arthur adds and nods his head, and you did too. Charles previously told you about his two previous relationships and how fucked up everything started and ended.

You're interrupted when Charles approaches your group. He takes you to the side for a moment of privacy. He informs you that he has to go to the grid and asks if you're sure you'll be fine.

“Charles, I’m fine, okay? Now, good luck out there.” You smile at him and pat his chest.

“That’s it?” He says frowning. He turns to his side and taps his cheek. You laugh at him and gently held his jaw, tilting his face to kiss him gently on the lips.

When you pulled away, you whisper to his ear, trying to copy his accent, “Good luck, amour.”

He grins like a kid and replies, “I have my good luck charm right here.”

During the race, you wear a headset to listen to the communication between Charles and his engineer. Arthur explains the race terminology to you, and you enjoy watching the pit stops. When Charles briefly takes the lead and Carlos follows in second place, everyone in the garage celebrates, and you join in. Not realizing the film crew on the garage and zooming in on you celebrating until you saw in one of the screens. You stopped jumping and blushed, realizing there were cameras here and that you’ve been made by the media.

As Charles crosses the finish line first, Arthur and the others grab you and run from the garage to the barricades. Charles parks his car, stands on it, and raises his fists in triumph. The lot of you cheer for your driver. He removes his helmet and balaclava and was just about to hug you when you grab his cheek and kiss him passionately on the lips. You felt him get taken aback but he kisses back instantly. The crowd around you cheers, and Charles pulls away and smiles at you. He goes on to shake hands with Arthur and others before preparing for his interview.

After a few minutes, they step up on the podium, and you watch as Charles gets handed the trophy and he raises it. He looks around and locks eyes with you. He winks, and you make a heart gesture with your hands. He laughs and shakes his head.

You're glad you came to surprise him, knowing in your heart that you're ready for the next step in your relationship. While you had agreed to take things slow, you knew he had been patiently waiting for a sign that you were ready to start a new relationship.

As night fell and you found yourselves on the balcony of your hotel room, gazing at the starry sky, a feeling of familiarity washed over you. Charles lovingly wrapped his arm around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as you look back at the day and think that your spontaneous decision to support him at the race was a clear indication of your feelings, and he knows it.

Finally, Charles finally asked the question he had been longing to ask all day, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

A smile adorned your face as you turned to face him, his arms still embracing you. Without hesitation, you kissed him and replied, "Yes."

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phefics · 10 months ago

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🐌 - “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” w finnick if that’s ok <3 thank u advance babe <3

— @inkluvs / ivy

𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 // of course, anything for u ivy mwah 11: “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

It was rare for snow to fall in District 4, the warm climate rarely allowing for such a thing. However, it was a particularly cold winter, and there was just enough snow on the ground the stick, leaving you and Finnick delighted, pulling on your warmest clothes and giggling as you ran out into the snow.

"Slow down!" you call as he sprints in front of you. You laugh, watching him turn his face to the sky, sticking his tongue out to catch snowflakes on his tongue. He's practically glowing with excitement, so happy. It warms your heart.

You're so distracted by your overwhelming love for him, it takes you a moment to notice his mischevious intentions as he bends down, scooping up some snow into his hands.

"Finnick, what are you doing?" you ask, taking a step back.

"Nothing!" he replies, not-so-innocently.

"Don't you dare throw that snowba—goddammit!" you cry out as the snow hits your chest, grinning. "Okay, Odair, it's on!"

You two are both laughing as you scoop up handfuls of snow and chuck them at each other, making some hits and missing others. You land a particularly good hit on Finnick's head, and he dramatically falls back.

"I've been hit! I'm down!" he calls dramatically.

You roll your eyes and go over to him, sitting on his waist and grinning down at him. "You ready to surrender?"

He grins right back, and easily grabs you and swaps your positions, pinning you down in the snow, the cold wetness pressing into your clothes and making you shriek.

"Never!" he says, before leaning down to kiss you.

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amorek1m · 5 months ago

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. ☘︎ ݁˖ ༺ ENTHRALLED 𓍢ִ໋ ⛫💨⋅ ˚₊ 🫧༺ ━━ "your scent, so captiving. Drawing me in, closer and closer like a siren call."

𝒩ow playing ━━ ♫ ໂSolo by Jay Park

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"Ughhhhhhhhhh…" Soonyoung sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. "Stupid blind date," he muttered under his breath, his thumb swiping aimlessly on his phone screen. Just hours before, he was peacefully asleep in his cozy bed, cuddled up with his beloved tiger plushie, when his mother suddenly barged into his room, violently awakening him from his tranquil slumber.

"I didn't even sign up for this," he exhaled. Soonyoung couldn't help but feel annoyed as he remembered the events leading up to this moment. His mother had been pestering him to go on a blind date, set up by her best friend. He had tried to resist, but his mother, being as stubborn as always, insisted that it would be good for him to meet new people.

Feeling both frustrated and bored, he plugged in his earphones and started listening to Solo by Jay Park. As he immersed himself, the café bell rang, signaling the arrival of someone. Caught off guard, Soonyoung turned towards the sound instinctively, his gaze meeting yours.

Soonyoung couldn't help but be captured by you as you approached him. It wasn't your appearance that had him mesmerized, but rather the sweet and enticing scent of the fragrance you wore. There was something about your scent—a sweet, enticing vanilla fragrance—that seemed to pull him in. He discreetly took a deep breath, savoring the aroma that seemed to wrap around him with every step you took.

"Hi," you said. Greeting him with a smile. "You must be Soonyoung, right? It's nice to meet you. I'm Y/N."

You noticed that Soonyoung seemed lost in thought and unresponsive. Wanting to get his attention, you jokingly waved your hand in front of him. "Hello? Earth to Hoshi!" you teased.

Caught off guard, Hoshi blinked twice, shaking himself out of his reverie.

"S-sorry about that, and yes, I'm Soonyoung, but who are you?" He asked, still dazed and unaware that you were his blind date.

You chuckled slightly, somewhat surprised that he hadn't recognized you yet. It was as if he had completely forgotten about the arrangements for your blind date. Deciding to clarify the situation, you replied, "I'm your date."

A few seconds of realization passed before his eyes widened slightly, and he repeated, "You're my date?" With a smile, you nodded in affirmation, "Yes, the one who you were supposed to meet for this date." You explained it gently.

Hoshi's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he apologized for not realizing who you were earlier. "Oh my god, sorry," he stuttered. "Oh, don't worry about it," you reassure him with a comforting smile.

"Everyone makes mistakes." In truth, you find his endless apologies adorable, and his genuine remorse only adds to his charm. "Let me buy you something," he offers, determined to show you how genuinely sorry he is.

"Sure." you replied, accepting his offer without hesitation. "What would you like?" he asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice, as if afraid you might not like what he picked out.

"Anything would be fine." you reassured him, sensing his uncertainty.

He then said, "Okay. I'll be back in afew minutes." and turned to leave.

Minutes passed by as you waited for his return. You couldn't help but feel a little lonely without Soonyoung. It was as if Soonyoung had an innate ability to make others feel comfortable and at ease in his presence. You found yourself strangely drawn to him, unable to put your finger on why he had this effect on you.

Suddenly, you sensed a presence behind you, and as you turned around you find out the person is Soonyoung. A smile tugged at your lips as he approached you with a drink and cake in his hands. "Took you so long there." you teased him with a playful tone, your hand resting casually on your chin as you looked up at him. Soonyoung rolled his eyes at you, but you could see the hint of a smile on his face, betraying his feigned irritation.

"Can't cut the line though," he replied.

"Oh, and what's that?" you asked curiously, gesturing towards the drinks he held in his hand.

"For you," he answered, still unsure if you would like what he had chosen. "I don't know what to get you, so I just ordered like how I usually get." he explained as he handed you the cup, which you assumed as coffee.

"Thank you," you said, taking the cup from him and bringing it to your lips. Soonyoung watched anxiously as you took the first sip, praying silently that it was to your liking.

"Latte?" you asked, your eyebrows slightly furrowing as you considered the taste. Soonyoung held his breath, waiting for your verdict.

"Does it…taste good?" he inquired, his eyes searching your face for any indication of approval. You took a moment to fully appreciate the flavor, the rich aroma of the coffee filling your senses. To his relief, your face brightened as you finally answered.

"It actually tastes better than I expected!" you exclaimed, your eyes still locked on the cup as you continued to relish the drink. Soonyoung let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing at your positive reaction.

"Latte is my favorite." you added, your eyes meeting his for a brief moment. Soonyoung's heart skipped a beat as his expression softened at your words. "Really?" he asked, unable to hide the surprise in his voice. He hadn't expected you to reveal such a personal preference, and the revelation took him off guard.

"Yes. How about you?" you questioned, looking at him with curiosity. "Actually… Latte is my favorite too…" he admitted, a hint of shyness in his voice. Your eyes widened with excitement upon hearing his answer. "Really?!" you exclaimed, not expecting him to share the same interest.

Soonyoung nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah…" he affirmed. You suddenly had an idea. "Let's play a game," you suggested, an impish gleam in your eyes.

Soonyoung raised an eyebrow. "What game?" he asked curiously, leaning closer to you as he waited for your explanation. "We need to say our favorite thing at the same time," you explained, the excitement in your voice evident. "Sounds fun," Hoshi agreed, his expression lighting up. "So..are you ready to join in Mr.Kwon?" you asked, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

Soonyoung chuckled at your sudden formalities, "Mr.Kwon,' huh? You're being quite formal." He leaned closer to you, a smirk playing on his lips. But he quickly composed himself and declared, "But yes, I'm ready to play."

"Okay so..1..2..3! Movie!" you shouted.

"Pirates of the carribbean!" The two of you shared a quick glance, finding further familiarity in each other's answers.

"Colour!"

"Black and white!"

"Favourite singer?!" you asked eagerly, anticipating his answer.

"Beyonce!" Soonyoung answered without hesitation.

"Oh my god we're the same!!" you exclaimed, your eyes widening in disbelief. Soonyoung chuckled at your reaction, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Seems like we have more in common than we thought," he remarked, his gaze holding yours warmly

"I can't believe this, we really do like the same things." you replied, your heart racing slightly at the sheer coincidence of your similar taste.

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence, filled with the knowledge that you had more in common than expected. However, a sudden awkwardness settled in the air, and Soonyoung, feeling responsible for the change in atmosphere, tried to break the tension by asking about your perfume.

"By the way, what perfume did you use? I-I'm sorry if it's a bit sudden, I was just curious… Just… just pretend like I never asked." He trailed off, suddenly feeling embarrassed about the question. "S-sorry about that..I…"

"Kayali. The Vanilla one." you replied calmly, cutting off his rambling. "W-what?" he asked back.

"Kayali." you repeated as you take a bite of the cake that he bought earlier. "Why?" you asked.

"Nothing..It, smells good."

~~~~

Your date with Soonyoung had gone incredibly well, but unfortunately, time flew by really quickly and it was time to part ways. "Let me take you home," Soonyoung offered, rummaging through his pockets for his car keys.

"No, no. It's okay. I'll just take a taxi," you reassured him. “Are you sure?” he asked, still concerned.

“Yes, I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself,” you affirmed, giving him a confident smile. "Alright then," he said, but he still wanted to make sure you got home safely.

"But let me at least accompany you until the taxi arrives." he offered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Okay," you agreed, appreciating his concern. Together, you both walked together to the taxi stand, the sound of your's and Soonyoung's footsteps echoing through the quiet street. As you both arrived at the taxi stand, Soonyoung finally broke the silence.

"Before you go, I was wondering…can I have your phone number?" he asked, his eyes locking yours. You were startled by the sudden request, but a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Sure," you replied, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest.

"Great," Soonyoung breathed, his shoulders visibly relaxing.

He quickly entered your phone number into his own phone, his fingers moving nimbly across the screen.

"There," he said, showing you his phone screen with your contact information listed. "Now I have your number. Thanks." he said, his voice is soft and sincere. Just then, a taxi pulled up to the stand. You turned to look at the waiting vehicle, then back at him.

"I guess that's my ride," you said, a hint of reluctance in your tone.

Soonyoung nodded, taking a step back to give you space. "Yeah, I guess so.." he replied, his expression mirroring your own feelings.

Thanks for today," you said, feeling grateful for the wonderful time you had together. "Your welcome." he replied.

As you were reaching to open the taxi door, you felt a gentle but firm grip around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. As you turned around, you were suprised to see Soonyoung.

"Wait…" he said, his voice soft but insistent. You looked back at him, curious about what he had to say.

"Tell me if you're free next time. I would love to know you more."

"Oh, and," he added, his tone casual. "Don't forget to wear that perfume you wore today. It smells good."

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carminecandles · 4 months ago

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♫⋆｡ I hate myself for loving you ₊ ♪˚

chapters 1-2 masterlist and prologue here

desc: punk!f!munson!reader and Steve Harrington are not too fond of each other. However, unspoken tension becomes unbearable when stopping at a motel on a group trip, you both have no choice but to share a bed. Will you two settle your differences or find other ways to make the other shut up?

chapter 3: yours tonight

warnings: smut (18+), L-bombs, unprotected sex

How the hell did this happen? Not that Steve was complaining. Having you above him was a glorious sight, to say the least. And the fact that he was taking out all his frustration in a steamy makeout session with his sworn enemy strangely made it better.

At first he was surprised and tried to pull you away by grabbing your hair, but you didn't let him. His fingers digging into your hair made you shiver, and instead you deepened the kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth with fervor.

Steve groans into the kiss, his hands releasing your hair and moving down your back. They stop at your thighs, holding you in place as you straddle him. His tongue gives as good as it gets, pushing against yours, wanting to taste every inch of your mouth and claim you as his. As both of your tongues fight for dominance, he roams his hands over your soft flesh.

You pull back for air briefly and Steve immediately leans up for another kiss, his body arching up to meet yours. He bites and sucks on your lower lip, making you even more turned on. As if by instinct you shift your hips, seeking out more contact, and he tightens his grip on you.

"F-f*ck…" he gasps.

Steve involuntarily grinding his hips up against yours as he pulls away from your lips. The bulge in his boxers grows more prominent and he lets you feel how hard he is for you.

You start to kiss down his neck while Steve tilts his head to give you better access. When you find a pulse point you nibble down on it, making him let out a strangled gasp.

"F*ck… don't leave a mark," he says.

But you don't listen and continue, intending to claim him as though he's yours.

"W-wait… don't-" Steve protests weakly, but his body responds despite himself as you continue to bite and suck on his neck. He knows he'll never hear the end of it from the others tomorrow.

"You're a godd*mn menace…" he says, groaning in frustration.

He can already imagine the teasing from his friends but the possessiveness of your actions drive him wild. Steve bites back a moan as you finish working on the small mark and go on to leave more hickeys on his skin. He could no longer think straight with the movements of your hips and the thin fabric of your shorts and his boxers doing little to separate you.

You raise yourself back up, satisfied with your work and smirk. "God, pretty boy…"

"Don't.. call me that," he says weakly, voice raspy with lust.

But the nickname makes his cheeks tinge slightly with pink, as he feels strangely vulnerable yet desirable at the same time.

"Oh, I sure will do it again," you reply, enjoying his reaction and pulling his hands off of your hips to hold them up over his head.

Despite being taken aback, your dominant attitude wasn't a surprise to him and he finds his body surrendering to you.

“You're gonna be the death of me, y/n…" he mutters.

You chuckle lowly and let go of one hand, the other still pinning his wrists above him. You knew he could easily move them if he wanted to but his eyes told you he found being at your mercy exhilarating.

"Now keep them where I like them best," you say as you run your other hand down his bare chest. Steve obeys and keeps his hands where you placed them, body thrumming with anticipation.

"Good boy," you say quietly.

The praise sends a jolt of pleasure through him. He's never been called that but the effect your words have on him is surprising.

"Don't call me that either."

But his voice betrays his growing arousal. Your hand reaches the hem of his boxers and you tug them down a bit. Steve swallows when you pull on them, his cock springing free.

"Fine…" you say with a huff of laughter. "Naughty boy then."

"Y-yeah… that's more accurate," he says with a smirk.

You glance down at the sight of him exposed under you. Steve feels your gaze roam over his body and take in every inch of him, feeling a little vulnerable.

“You're… you're staring," he mutters, voice still a little hoarse.

"Shut up," you say.

"Yes m'aam."

You can't help but grin at how easily he's submitting to your touch, appreciating the view of him still laid out under you.

"You really get off on this, don't you?" he says huskily as he sees your grin.

"You don't seem very turned off either," you reply, referring to his evident growing arousal, which you now grab.

Steve gasps as you touch him, your strokes teasingly slow. "Christ.. Don't tease me like that…" he says, voice rough with need.

"I guess I was right.. you did like when I tied you up earlier as much as I did huh?" you say, a teasing smile on your face.

"You don't know anything.." he mutters, gritting his teeth as you continue to tease his cock. Steve bucks his hips up for more relief but you swat him down.

"Oh you do… admit it," you say, chuckling.

"I…"

He hates that you have this much power over him, that you know him so well. You speed up the pace now, making him let out a guttural moan.

"F-f*ck.. Yes… okay? I… damn it…" he gasps out, the memory of how you gagged him making his body react even more.

“I.. did," he confesses, despite his pride telling him to deny how he enjoys you being in control.

"It was obvious.. you didn't even fight back,” you smirk.

"You're insufferable…" he says, still desperate for more of your touch.

At this you slow down immediately with a smirk.

Steve lets out a low whine of protest. "N-no, don't stop… please let me come…" he pleads in a needy whisper.

He tries to thrust up into your hand and you tut mockingly at his disobedience, stopping entirely and letting go of his throbbing cock.

"You're so cruel…" he says, panting slightly from unfulfilled desire.

"You love it," you reply.

His eyes are fixed on you as you calmly taunt him, filled with frustration at your denial.

"F*ck you.." he growls.

"You'd love to, wouldn’t you?" you tease.

"Damn right I would.”

He moves his hands down from above his head and reaches for you to pull you back close to him. But instead you push him back down, and in his haze of desire he surrenders without hesitation.

"How hard?" you say.

"So f*cking hard.. You've no idea, god.. you'll be hating me even more tomorrow when you can't walk."

You let out a chuckle at that and run your hands up his body, which responds instinctively to your touch as you explore his torso. Steve starts to grow impatient at your teasing and how you choose to ignore his still aching cock.

"God, you little tease.. Just touch me again," he says as you hand traces along his abs, edging closer to where he wants you yet you continue to avoid it.

"So needy," you mock.

You slowly remove your top and shorts and he freezes, watching with wide eyes as you expose yourself to him. His mouth opens slightly in a mix of awe and hunger at the sight of your bare tits, unable to drag his eyes away.

"Y-you're so.. beautiful," he whispers, almost in shock at his own words.

You grab his hands and bring them to your chest, and Steve eagerly fondles your breasts. Slowly, you bring yourself closer, hovering over him.

"Damn it, please.." he says breathily.

"Use your words, pretty boy."

You lean over and let your tits brush against him, tugging his face up to meet yours by his lush brown locks, kissing him intensely before pulling away.

"I need you.." he gasps. "Just shut up and f*ck me already.."

"Well you gotta please me first," you say, smirking.

Steve swallows, mind racing. "Anything. W-what do you want me to do?"

You respond by standing up on your knees and slowly taking off your panties, teasingly.

"F*ck.. you don't know what you're doing to me," he says, gaze growing darker with desire as he watches your most intimate parts be revealed to him.

"Oh, I think I have some idea," you chuckled.

Steve tries to sit up and touch you but you push his head back down.

"I hate you.." he mutters.

It 's maddening feeling so helpless, and yet he can't deny the pleasure coursing through him.

"You don't."

Steve tries to deny it, to protest that he does in face hate you, but the words catch in his throat. He doesn't hate you.. he wants you, needs you, and you make him more frustrated and vulnerable than he's ever felt. He doesn't understand why his body goes obediently under your touch, but he feels powerless in a deliciously good way, to his surprise.

"Damn it.." he mumbles.

You straighten yourself up, and in this position with your legs on either side of him, you give him a pretty good view. Steve's body tenses and he unconsciously licks his lips as he gazes up at you. He'd never seen anything sexier in his life. He can smell your arousal, entranced by the wetness that glistens on your folds.

"Let me touch you, god damn it.. You're making me lose my f*cking mind."

You chuckle. "You already have.. You're begging for your sworn enemy."

Steve knows he must look like a desperate, needy fool but he can't help it. His mind is consumed by only you.

"I know.. and I don't care. I just need to touch you. Please.." he gasps as you continue to hover over him, pinning his hands on either side of his head.

He wriggles under you, letting out a ragged breath as he tries to get closer to you. He looks so pathetic, his hands itching to touch you, and it just makes you even wetter. Slowly, you lower yourself.

"God you're killing me.. You're such a f*cking tease-"

"And a good one at that," you smirk.

You shut him up by lowering yourself onto his face. He groans, the sound muffled by your pussy. His hands grip onto your thighs as you sit on him, your wetness covering his face. Steve's mouth is flooded with your juices and he tries to breathe through his nose. He can't even think straight as your taste and smell envelops him.

His strong nose accidentally bumps your clit, making you grind harder as you ride his face. He starts to suck on your clit, his nose buried deep in your pussy, inhaling your scent. As you continue to grind against him he laps at your pussy, tongue flicking rapidly over your clit, making you moan.

Not before long, you cum over his face, crying out as your body trembles with wave after wave of ecstasy. Steve moans as he tastes your juices, continue to lick at your folds and swallow all of your release, helping you ride out your orgasm.

You pant and get off of him, looking at him with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. His hair is messed up, nose and chin still wet from being buried between your thighs. Steve reaches up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing your juices.

Once you catch your breath, you crawl back over to him. Steve's cock leaks pre-cum onto his stomach as his eyes rove over your recovering form. He wants more of you, and is willing to beg if he has to.

"Now, let me return the favor.." you say lowly.

Steve nods, eyes wide in anticipation as you start kissing down his body.

"Don't stop.." he pleads, lost in the sensation.

You lick his nipple and swirl your tongue over it teasingly. Steve gasps as you tease him, body arching up. He's never had this done to him before, he thinks. You bite down, eliciting a groan from both pain and pleasure.

"You're torturous," he says raggedly.

Now reaching for his hard length, you give him a few pumps. Steve tries to speak but could only let out a whimper. You lick along the side of his girthy member and it twitches in response.

"Oh f*ck, yes.. like that," he hisses out.

You tease the head with your tongue, and he bucks his hips up, trying to shove his cock into your mouth but you keep just teasing him with just the tip. You graze your teeth along it, making him grip the sheets tight. He's so sensitive there, and it's almost too much for him to handle.

"Damn it.." he groans. "Stop teasing.."

At last, you put your mouth over him, and Steve lets out a string of curses, loving the feeling of your lips wrapped around him. You start bobbing your head up and down, squeezing and stroking the rest of his shaft with your hands. His hips move by their own accord, thrusting into your mouth, and you take him deeper with each movement.

"Holy f*ck!" he moans, moving his hands to the back of your head, gripping your hair.

He continues bucking up wildly to meet your mouth, a loud groan escaping him each time your tongue swirls around his tip. Your fingers find their way to his balls, giving them a squeeze and making his eyes roll back into his head.

You now take him in deep into your throat, feeling all of him as he involuntarily jerks his hips forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You swallow around him, and the sensation was enough to send him over the edge.

He f*cks your mouth harder before he starts to cum, moaning as he shoots his seed down your throat. You swallow his cum and release him with a pop, sitting back up and smirking down at him.

"F*ck.. you're incredible," he gasps breathlessly, still trembling with aftershocks.

"I know I am," you say, chuckling and wiping your mouth.

"So cocky.." he mutters with fake annoyance, reaching out to stroke your cheek. She's so beautiful like this, he thinks, confident and in control.

You're surprised by his sudden affection, in stark contrast to his mocking. But you think nothing of it and sit back on his lap.

“Now.. ready for more?"

His cock twitches when he feels your wetness against it, having only half softened after his release. You kiss him again, the taste of both of your fluids mingling together, creating an intoxicating mix that makes him moan into your mouth. You grind against him to get him fully hard again, making him let out a sharp breath.

When you sink down on him without warning, he gasps in pleasure and surprise. His body arches off the bed at the feeling of being fully inside you.. finally. The faint bulge from his cock is visible as it pokes through your belly.

You start riding him roughly, bouncing along his length as he grips your hips tight. He tries to hold back his grunts as he thrusts upwards and matches your movements.

You increase your speed, and he digs his fingers into your skin harder, burying his face into your chest to muffle his moans. When you start clenching around him he loses control and lets out a deep guttural groan, throwing his head back.

"God, you're so tight.." he gasps. "Yes.. oh yes, I'm close.."

You moan as your own climax approaches, gripping his shoulders. The lewd sounds of your bodies slapping in rhythm fill the room. Steve lets out a loud moan of his own as he finishes inside you, his body going limp underneath you.

You slide off his cock as he gasps as you pull him out. Collapsing next to him, you both catch your breath.

"T-that was.. wow," he says. You chuckle breathlessly, agreeing with him.

"I've always wanted to do that," you admit.

"God.. me too," he says, turning to look at you.

Steve's body still trembles as he lies next to you. "Just.. shut up and hold me.. Please."

You roll your eyes but still smile softly, wrapping your arms around him as you both recover. He snuggles into your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

"You're trying to exhaust me, aren't you?" he says, voice ragged but amused.

"Maybe then you'll finally sleep and stop your b*tching," you say, chuckling weakly.

"You're terrible," he says, but there's no real anger in his voice.

"And you're insufferable."

"You mean insufferably attractive, irressistable-" He's cut off as you groan playfully and push his face away with a hand.

"I hate you."

"Sure you do, keep telling yourself that," he says, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer. "But what you just did to me wasn't very hateful of you.."

"Ugh. You're just so full of yourself," you say.

"You were just full of me too," he smirks.

Your jaw drops a little at his response and then you laugh. "I walked right into that one, huh?"

Steve grins, satisfied with himself for getting you flustered for once. "What's wrong? Can't come up with a snarky comeback to that?"

"Now don't let it get to you, it might be the only decent line your dumbass has said," you say, rolling your eyes.

Steve feigns offense. "Excuse you, I've had many good ones in my lifetime."

"I didn't find them that good. Anyway," you say, sitting up. "What was that you said about me being full of you?" you smirk.

"More already? God, you're insatiable."

"What can I say? It's your cockiness, not your cock, that I can't stand, Harrington."

He laughs at that. "Yeah, I see what you did there. Very clever," he says, tone teasing.

"A compliment? From you? Must be dreaming."

"Don't get used to it. Wouldn't want that pretty head of yours getting too big."

"Then I'd look like you," you say with a cheeky smile.

"The hell? I'll have you know my head is perfectly proportional to the rest of my body."

"Maybe it's just all this hair.." you say, ruffling it and messing it up with a smile, knowing it's his pride and joy.

"Hey!" He gently slaps your hand away. "Careful now, it takes a lot of work for it to look like this, you know."

"You do realize it's already messed up from all our.. fun. Heh. You didn't seem to care about your hair then."

Steve rolls his eyes but can't help but smile mischievously back at you. "Well, I wasn't really thinking about my hair then, if you couldn't tell."

"Yeah I know, I seem to remember you begging for me.." you tease.

He groans, flushing with embarrassment. "You're never gonna let me live that down are you?"

"I didn't think you were into me being in control, Harrington," you say playfully.

"Well, you bring out an unexpected side of me."

"So you admit it. I do have a power over you," you smirk.

Steve rolls his eyes but doesn't deny it. "Yeah, yeah. Don't let it go to your head, sweetheart. I still hate you, remember?" "You just hate how much I love teasing you."

"Yeah well, it's infuriating."

"You know, I don't think you hate it at all," you say with a slight grin.

"But I do. F*ck. I hate how you drive me crazy," he growls, pressing his body against yours, now hovering over you. "How you make me forget myself around you," he continues.

Steve hovers his mouth over yours as he speaks. "I hate how you know just how get under my skin. You're stubborn, cocky, irritating, and I damn well hate how much I want you right now."

You run your hands down his back and he shudders at your touch. He might act all cocky and confident, but he's completely at your mercy by your kisses and touches.

"God, you undo me," he murmurs into your ear. "And you know it. You love how much control you have over me. That no one else does."

"That's not the only thing I love."

Steve lifts his head and looks into your eyes. "Oh yeah? What else do you love?"

"You. All of you."

Steve pauses in surprise. "But…" He stares down at you, speechless for a moment. He didn't expect the admission, and a wave of emotion washed over him.

"You said you hated me just minutes ago," he says, voice barely above a whisper.

"You really thought I meant it after all that?"

Steve chuckles, the sound shaky and disbelieving. "I didn't know what to think.. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this whole.. thing we have."

He shakes his head and lowers his body on top of yours, pressing you down into the bed.

"One minute you’re taunting me, the next you’re confessing your love. It’s enough to give a man whiplash."

You laugh a little. "Maybe you’re just too dumb to notice the truth the whole time."

He playfully nips your neck in retaliation. "Watch it, baby. I may be many things, but dumb isn’t one of them."

"No, you are a dumbass. But you're my dumbass."

He laughs at your audacity. "Well, I guess I’ll just have to accept that title. As long as I’m your dumbass, baby."

"And I know you love me too, you’re just too arrogant to admit it."

Steve hesitates, admitting it feels like surrendering, and he's never been good at that. "I don't know about love, Munson."

"You sure about that?" you say, flipping the two of you over, to his surprise. "So you saved my ass in the upside down for sh*ts and giggles, huh?"

"I…" He recalls the overwhelming fear he felt as you almost slipped away from him and he screamed your name.

"And you went all batsh*t on the already half-dead demodogs that got me because of.. 'self-defense' right?" you say sarcastically.

"Maybe I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, okay?" he mutters gruffly, trying to push away one of the worst memories of his life and instead focusing on the feeling of you on top of him.

"And why's that?" you push.

Steve sighs. "Because… because I care about you. More than anyone else," he says softly, the confession almost reluctant.

"I know.." you say, leaving lazy kisses along his jaw. Steve moans at your touch, it was addictive.

"God, you're impossible.."

You pull back with a smirk, meeting his eyes again.

"Why'd you stop?" he asks, voice rough.

"I wanna hear you say it."

"Say what? That I.. I.."

He groans, knowing what you're asking of him. But your touch weakened his resolve and the way you look at him now is enough to break him completely. You were the first girl he loved after Nancy, and he's still afraid to say it out loud to you and be vulnerable again.. it was like admitting defeat. But he's too far gone to care.

"I.. love you, okay? I love you. More than I ever thought was possible. You drive me insane, you make me want to tear my hair out, but damn it, I love you. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Your gaze softens, feeling a warmth spread in your chest, not expecting his admission to affect you so much. Steve pulls your face back to him in a hungry kiss, some of the tension and uncertainty melting away as soon as he feels your lips on his, pouring all his emotions into the kiss.

After a while he pulls away, panting slightly. "I need to ask you something first."

"What is it?"

He swallows, a hint of fear and hesitation in his eyes. "Promise me you're not playing games with me. That this...this is real for you too, and you meant what you said. I can't take it if you're just messing with me, y/n. Not when I'm laying myself bare like this."

"I did mean it, Harrington. I'm not just using you. You mean too much to me for that. I promise."

He searches your eyes for any sign that you're just teasing him again, for any cruel deception, but he sees nothing but sincerity. He lets out a shaky sigh, relieved that he doesn't need to suppress any of his secret feelings or desires for you any longer.

He's been holding back for so long, but now that he can trust you won't break his heart like Wheeler did, he feels like a dam has broken. He kisses you deep and passionately, his tongue tangling with yours, and you kiss back just as fiercely.

He rolls you both over without breaking the kiss, tracing his hands over your every curve and contour.

You pull back for air, gasping. "Stevie.."

"Mhm.. Yeah?"

"I want you.. in me."

Steve groans at your words. He wanted to f*ck you again so bad but restrains himself, wanting to savor the moment.

“We've got all night, baby. Not so fast.."

You raise a brow and gesture at the window, where the early dawn starts to seep through the blinds.

"We kinda spent most of the night arguing," you chuckle.

Steve laughs as well, running a hand through his hair.

“Sh*t, guess you're right. Damn, we really need to work on our communication skills."

"We'll have time for that later.. right now I want you to f*ck me like you still hate me."

Steve lets out a grunt, already hardening at your command. He doesn't hate you, but he doesn't mind pretending. He pins you down with his weight and possessively kisses and bites on your neck just hard enough to leave marks. Steve pulls away for a moment, making sure he has your consent for what he's about to do.

"This is what you wanted right? To treat you like I still hate you."

"Yes," you reply, and a dark glint flashes in his eyes. He flips you onto your stomach, manhandling you effortlessly and pushing your head down into the pillow.

"You sure? You might regret it in the morning."

"I don't care."

Steve straddles your legs and leans down, nibbling your earlobe. He reaches his hand down to your still-leaking pussy and rubs his cum from the earlier round into your skin with his thumb, making you hum in pleasure. He slides two fingers inside, feeling your combined fluids and stretching you out for him.

"Then I guess I better make it convincing," he says, voice low and full of desire.

He pulls your hips up so your ass is in the air and spreads your legs wide, taking a moment to admire the sight.

“Well, baby, get ready to feel just how much I 'hate' you.."

He lines himself up with your entrance, coating himself with your wetness. "Look at that, you might say you hate me but that tight c*nt loves me."

Steve thrusts inside of you hard and deep, filling you up completely. "F*ck," he grunts.

He slaps your ass, leaving a red handprint. He pounds into you relentlessly, gripping your hips tight. His hips slam against yours over and over with each thrust, nearly pulling out completely before pumping his throbbing shaft back in you again. The bed squeaks loudly with each movement as he continues his fast, brutal pace.

He grabs your hair and pulls your head back, making you arch your back even more. Steve reaches around to grab ahold of your breasts, squeezing roughly.

"You're mine, punk. And I'm yours, don't forget it."

"Sh*t.. faster.." you demand, feeling your walls tighten.

He moves his hips even faster, making you moan loudly. Steve leans down and bites your shoulder as he moans as well, teeth sinking into your skin. He thrusts even deeper, balls slapping against your clit, his tip hitting your cervix.

He lets out a curse as you finish, clenching and spasming around him. Steve rubs your clit to help you ride out your high, not ceasing his movements as he chases his own climax shortly afterward. With a loud groan, he empties himself deep inside you, filling you up with his cum. He collapses on top of you, panting heavily.

"God.. you're so f*cking hot.." he says, completely spent.

He rolls off of you and onto his back, one arm thrown over his eyes as he catches his breath. You lie next to him still on your stomach, also exhausted yet satisfied.

Steve turns to look at you. "You alright?"

"Yeah," you chuckle, breathless.

He reaches over and runs his hand along your back, tracing small circles with his fingers.

"I knew you'd like it rough huh.." he says with a grin.

"Sure do," you mumble, rolling over onto your side to smile at him. "But we probably should've been quieter."

Steve laughs, brushing a strand of hair off your forehead before kissing it. "Yeah, we might've woken the whole motel with all that noise you were making," he teases.

You roll your eyes and he grins, proud he could satisfy you so well. The sunlight spills into the room and over your still sweaty bodies.

"We should get some rest," he says, sitting up to fix the blinds before laying back down with you in the dark.

Steve watches you for a moment, seeing you wince slightly as you move. "Are you okay? Sh*t.. guess I got too carried away."

You shake your head. "It's just a little bit of soreness, I'm fine."

He looks a little guilty. "I’m sorry if I went too far, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me, Stevie, it was fun. But after all, I did ask you to f*ck me like you hate me," you say with a chuckle.

"Still, I should've been more gentle instead of acting like a caveman."

"You look like one too," you tease, playing with his chest hair.

"Hey now, don't go making fun of my chest hair," he scoffs, swatting your hand away.

You laugh and snuggle into him, exhaustion overtaking you at last. "Like a teddy bear…" you yawn.

"You're just muttering nonsense at this point," he chuckles.

"Shut up, baby bear.." you say, pressing your face into his chest.

"I thought you hated my chest hair," he says, stroking your head.

"Nah.. It's home.." you mumble, half-asleep.

"That comfortable, huh?" he says, laughing a little to himself.

"You're home.."

"Sap." he says, but his heart secretly melts at your words.

Steve watches you fall asleep as he wraps his arms around you tightly. He can't help but smile, just so utterly content at the moment. He still couldn't believe how far you've come, how he was here holding you after hating you for so long. He reaches up, tracing a finger lightly along your face. You look so peaceful when you’re asleep, so different from the sarcastic, feisty girl he’s come to know and love.

He lays there, lost in thought. He thinks about all the times he’s taunted you, the harsh words he’s thrown at you, the fights they’ve gotten into. But then he sees the way you’re cuddled into his chest, the way you were holding onto him earlier, and he can’t help but feel a bit guilty.

He sighs, resigning himself to the fact that he’s screwed. He may have started out hating you, but now he’s hopelessly in over his head. He loves the way you banter, the way you challenge him, the way you can make him furious and horny and happy all at once. He’s fallen for you, of all people, and he has no idea what to do about it.

Steve knows he should probably shove you away, and keep things strictly enemies with benefits. But the idea of letting you go now feels like a knife to the gut. He’s been resisting these feelings for far too long, but now they’ve taken over completely. There’s no going back now.

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Yeosang had been looking forward to spending time with Y/n all day. He had a surprise planned for her, and he couldn't wait to see her reaction.

Walking into their shared apartment, he found her sitting on the couch, watching TV. She looked cute and cozy wrapped up in a blanket, and his heart warmed at the sight of her.

"Hey there," he said, crossing over to the couch and plopping beside her. Y/n looked up at him with a smile, her eyes sparkling affectionately. "Hey," she said, leaning over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "How was your day?"

"It was good," he replied, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. "But it's even better now that I'm here with you."

Y/n melted into his embrace, snuggling against his chest. "Charmer," she said, poking his side playfully.

Yeosang chuckled, enjoying the feeling of having her close to him. "What can I say?" he said, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm. "You bring out the charmer in me."

Y/n hummed, her eyes drifting back to the TV. "What were you up to today?" she asked, curious about how he spent his time.

"Oh, you know, the usual," Yeosang replied, trying to sound casual. "I had practice with the guys this morning, and then I had to run some errands and do some shopping."

"Shopping, huh?" Y/n asked, tilting her head up to look at him. "What did you buy?"

Yeosang's heart rate picked up a bit, and he fought to keep his expression neutral. "Oh, just a few things," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Some clothes, a couple of gifts."

Y/n arched an eyebrow, intrigued by his vague response. "Gifts, huh? For anyone special?"

Yeosang smirked, unable to keep the sly grin off his face any longer. “Well, actually, there is someone special I bought a gift for,” he said, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw.

Y/n's curiosity was piqued now. "Oh really?" she asked, her eyes narrowing with playful suspicion. "Who could that be?"

Yeosang chuckled, loving the way her eyes sparkled with mischief. "You know exactly who I'm talking about," he said, his voice low and suggestive.

Y/n's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Me?" she exclaimed, her lips curving up in a grin. "You bought me a gift?"

Yeosang rolled his eyes, amused by her act. "Who else would I be talking about, dummy?" he teased, his hand coming up to tug playfully at one of her strands of hair.

Y/n laughed, swatting at his hand playfully. "Hey, don't call me dummy!" she protested, poking his side again. "But seriously, what did you get me?"

Yeosang's smirk grew wider, and he reached into his pocket to pull out a small gift wrapped in bright paper. "Why don't you open it and find out?" he suggested, holding it out to her.

Y/n's eyes lit up as she took the present from him. She had never been very patient when it came to surprises, and she eagerly tore open the wrapping paper to reveal a small jewelry box.

Y/n's heart raced as she opened the lid of the box, revealing a stunning necklace inside. The chain was delicate and gold, and a small, heart-shaped diamond pendant hung from it.

"Oh my god," Y/n breathed, her fingers shaking as she reached out to touch the pendant. "Yeosang, it's beautiful!"

Yeosang's heart swelled with pride and happiness as he watched her gaze at the necklace, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm glad you like it," he said, his voice soft. "I saw it and thought of you immediately."

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes brimming with affection. "You're too good to me," she said, her hand coming up to touch his cheek. "I love it. Thank you."

Yeosang's heart skipped a beat at her touch, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "You deserve it," he murmured, his arms coming up to pull her closer.

Y/n melted into his embrace, her head resting against his chest as she hugged him tighter. "I love you," she said, her voice muffled against his shirt.

"I love you too," Yeosang replied, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back. "More than anything in the world."

Yeosang's body felt a sudden wave of heat wash over him, his hands tightening around Y/n's waist. He loved the feeling of her body against his, the way she seemed to fit perfectly in his arms.

"You know what I love even more than this necklace?" he asked, his voice low and rough with desire.

Y/n's breath hitched at the change in his tone, her body responding to the heat in his voice. "What's that?" she asked, her own voice cracking a little.

Yeosang's lips curled up in a sly grin, his hands roaming across her body. "You," he said, his mouth moving to her neck. "I love the way you feel in my arms, the way you taste on my lips. You drive me crazy."

Y/n let out a soft moan, her head falling back as his lips worshipped her neck. His touch was sending waves of heat through her body, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

Yeosang's hands slid under her shirt, his fingers caressing the smooth skin of her stomach. He couldn't get enough of her, his body craving her touch like a drug.

"You drive me insane, do you know that?" he murmured, his lips moving up to her ear. "I can never get enough of you."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her body arching against his touch. His hands on her skin felt like fire, and she felt a desperate ache growing between her legs.

"Yeosang," she breathed, her voice pleading. "I need you."

Yeosang groaned at her words, his hands gripping her hips harder. Her neediness, her desire for him, drove him crazy.

"I know," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I need you too, more than anything. Let's go to the bedroom."

Y/n nodded, not trusting her voice to speak. She let him lead her into the bedroom, her body feeling like it was on fire.

Once they were in the bedroom, Yeosang closed the door behind them, his eyes darkened with burning desire.

He pulled her close, his hands going to the hem of her shirt. "I need to see you," he said, his voice ragged with yearning.

He started to lift her shirt up over her head, his eyes roaming across her skin as it was revealed to him.

Y/n's breath caught in her chest as he bared her skin to him, his gaze hot and intense. She could feel the heat of his stare as he looked at her, his eyes tracing the curves of her body with an almost reverential awe.

Yeosang's breath hitched in his throat as he took in the sight of her, his hands reaching out to touch her everywhere. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his fingers tracing the lines of her body, caressing her skin with an almost hungry desperation.

Y/n's body shivered under his touch, her skin igniting with heat wherever his fingers brushed against her. She could feel the desire building inside of her, an urgent need for him that burned hotter with every passing second.

Yeosang's eyes darkened with desire, his body responding to her every shiver and sigh. He leaned down to capture her mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth with a desperate hunger.

Y/n kissed him back with equal fervor, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she lost herself in the heat of their kiss. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending hyper-sensitive to his touch.

Yeosang's hands roamed across her body, exploring every inch of her skin. He wanted to memorize every curve and contour, to commit her to his memory like a piece of art.

His lips moved from her mouth to her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

Y/n gasped, arching her neck to give him better access. The feeling of his teeth on her skin sent a bolt of electricity straight to her core, adding to the already intense heat building within her.

Yeosang's hands slid down to her hips, his fingers tracing the edge of her waistband. He wanted to take his time, to tease and tantalize her, but the feel of her in his arms was driving him wild.

He pulled back to look at her, his eyes dark with desire. "I need you, now," he whispered, his voice ragged with need.

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her body responding immediately to his words. She met his gaze, her eyes darkened with a mirror of his own desire.

"Then take me," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I'm yours."

Yeosang's breath hitched at her words, his fingers digging into her hips. He could feel his control slipping, his body screaming for release.

He walked her backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed, forcing her to sit down. He stood above her, his eyes roaming across her body like a predator about to pounce.

Y/n looked up at him, her body already trembling with anticipation. She could feel the heat and desire pouring off him in waves, and it only served to heighten her own need.

She reached out, her hand gripping his shirt, and pulled him down on top of her.

Yeosang groaned as he landed above her, his body pressing against hers. Her touch was like fire, burning him up from the inside out.

He captured her mouth in a deep kiss, his hands roaming over her body possessively. He wanted to consume her, to lose himself in her completely.

Y/n returned his kiss hungrily, her body arching up into his touch. She could feel the heat and strength of his body above her, and it only made her want him more.

Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the taut muscles shifting under her touch. Her nails scraped lightly down his skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Yeosang broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The feeling of her nails on his skin was driving him insane, his body desperate for more.

"I need to taste you," he murmured, his lips moving down her neck to her collarbone. "Every inch of you."

Y/n's body shivered under his touch, her breath coming out in needy gasps. She could feel his lips and teeth on her skin, his hands roaming across her body as if he were mapping out every contour.

"Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Don't stop."

Yeosang let out a low growl, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move lower down her body. He could feel her shaking beneath him, hear her breath catching in her throat as he explored the planes and curves of her body.

His lips traced a hot path down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel before moving further south.

Y/n's body was on fire, her skin feeling like it was electrified by his touch. Her hands fisted in the sheets, trying to anchor herself as he continued his delicious assault.

She wanted to touch him, to return the pleasure he was giving her, but her body was too writhing with the need to do anything but arch and moan beneath him.

His lips and tongue continued their descent, moving lower and lower until they reached the edge of her underwear. He paused there, his hot breath fanning across her sensitized skin.

Y/n's breath hitched, her body tensing with anticipation. His proximity to her most sensitive area was almost unbearable, the heat of his breath making her body ache even more.

"Yeosang," she gasped, her voice pleading and desperate. "Please."

Yeosang could feel her body trembling beneath him, her words like honey in his ears. He wanted to taste her, to lose himself in the sweet nectar that awaited him, but first, he needed to hear her beg.

He leaned down, his mouth hovering mere millimeters from her most sensitive flesh. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

Y/n's body arched and writhed beneath him, her breathing ragged and desperate. Everything about her was pleading, begging to be brought to the edge of ecstasy.

"I want you," she gasped, her voice barely more than a needy moan. "I need you. Please, Yeosang."

Yeosang's control threatened to snap at the sound of her voice, her pleading words going straight to his groin. But still, he held back, wanting to relish in every moment of her submission.

He leaned down, his mouth hovering tantalizingly close to her most intimate area. "Say it again," he commanded, his voice rough and ragged. "Beg me for it."

Y/n's body was on fire, her mind hazing with pleasure. His words, his touch, and his very presence were driving her insane with need.

"Please," she repeated, her voice a breathless whisper. "Please, Yeosang. I need you. I want you. Please, I'm begging you."

That was all the begging he needed to hear. With a low growl, he closed the distance between them, his mouth finding her most sensitive flesh.

His tongue was like a flame, burning through her like a wildfire. He tasted her, explored her, and devoured her with a fervor that almost bordered on feral.

Y/n's body writhed and arched beneath him, her breath coming in rapid gasps as he tasted her. His tongue and lips were like magic, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

She could feel her climax building low in her belly, growing more and more intense with each passing second. "Yeosang," she gasped, her voice breaking. "I can't… I can't hold on much longer…"

Yeosang smiled against her, his tongue continuing its onslaught. He could feel her body starting to tense and shake, a sure sign that she was close, but he didn't let up.

He wanted her to lose control, to give herself over completely to the pleasure he was giving her. "Let go," he murmured, his breath hot on her skin. "I've got you."

Y/n's body trembled and shuddered as his words and his tongue sent her over the edge. Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, washing over her in waves of pleasure.

She arched her back, her hands clenching in the sheets as she gasped and panted for breath.

As their bodies slowly relaxed, Yeosang's phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence.

Yeosang groaned in frustration as he looked at the screen. "It's my manager," he grumbled, his voice still rough with want.

He grabbed his phone and answered it, his expression turning serious as he listened.

Y/n watched him as he talked on the phone, her body still humming with aftershocks from their intimate encounter.

She couldn't make out the details of the conversation, but she could tell from the grim look on Yeosang's face that it wasn't good news.

After a few minutes, Yeosang ended the call and set his phone back down on the nightstand. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched across his face.

"I have to go," he said, his voice

Y/n's heart sank at his words, the afterglow of their intimate moment disappearing in an instant.

"But… I wanted to spend more time with you," she protested, trying to ignore the lump that was forming in her throat.

Yeosang's expression softened at her words, and he reached out to take her hand. "I know," he said, his voice gentle. "But I'm needed at the studio."

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'll make it up to you, I promise," he whispered, his lips hot on her skin.

Y/n wanted to argue, to plead with him to stay a little longer, but she knew it was futile. His duty to the group and their fans came first, and she respected that.

She nodded slowly, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice. "Okay," she said quietly.

Yeosang nodded a look of guilt passing over his face. He hated having to leave her like this, especially after they just shared such an intimate moment.

But he knew he had responsibilities to attend to, and he couldn't just abandon them. "I'll see you later," he said, his voice soft. He gave her hand one last squeeze before reaching for his clothes.

Y/n watched as he got dressed, her heart feeling heavy in her chest. She wanted to say something else, to ask him to stay for just a few more minutes, but she bit back the words.

She knew it was pointless, and she didn't want to make him feel worse than he already did.

As Yeosang finished getting dressed, he leaned down to give Y/n a gentle kiss. "I'm sorry," he murmured against her lips.

With a last lingering glance, he turned and left the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Y/n was left alone in the room, the silence feeling heavy and oppressive. She lay there for a few moments, her mind reeling with conflicting emotions.

Eventually, she forced herself to sit up and swing her legs over the edge of the bed. She reached for her own clothes, pulling them on with a sense of resignation.

The afterglow of their intimacy was gone, replaced by a sense of emptiness and disappointment.

Y/n tried to shake off the feeling as she got dressed, but it clung to her like a heavy cloak. It wasn't just the interruption of their intimate moment that was bothering her, it was the reminder of the reality of Yeosang's life.

He was a K-Pop idol, and his life was not his own. His schedule was set by his managers and the company, and he had to follow it whether he wanted to or not.

As she finished dressing, Y/n took a deep breath and tried to push aside the negative thoughts that were swirling in her mind. She knew Yeosang would have stayed if he could, and she didn't want to hold it against him.

She left the bedroom, making her way out of Yeosang's apartment and into the cold, empty night.

Y/n walked through the dark streets, her mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Yeosang and the interrupted intimacy they had shared. Despite her attempts to shake off the negativity, she couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness and disappointment.

As she walked, her phone buzzed in her pocket, startling her out of her thoughts. She pulled it out and looked at the screen, her heart skipping a beat as she saw who the text was from.

It was Yeosang, and the message read: "I'm sorry for having to leave like that. I promise I'll make it up to you. I miss you already."

Despite herself, a small smile tugged at the corners of Y/n's lips. His words were comforting, and they made her feel a little less alone.

She quickly texted back, feeling a wave of relief wash over her: "It's okay. I understand. I miss you too."

As she continued walking home, Y/n felt a little lighter knowing that Yeosang was thinking about her too, despite the disruptions to their time together.

#yeosang x reader #yeosang ateez #yeosang #yeosang moodboard #yeosang icons #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez smut #yeosang smut #yeosang scenarios

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underthetree845 · 11 months ago

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I gave you my heart (Last Christmas)

Dazai/gn! Reader (oneshot)

Cws: gn! reader (he calls you "bella," and "my love" gender not explicitly stated), established relationship, cozy evening, christmas traditions, mistletoe, dazai osamu needs a hug

About 1.2k words

Summary: Spending a lovely cozy Christmas Eve with Dazai ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

A/n: Merry Christmas everyone! If you don't celebrate I hope this week treats you kindly and that you can find happiness in the upcoming year <3 And here is @/estrelinha-s requested credit for the dividers. ^^

The soft melody of the radio floated around the room, matching the subtlety of the flurries of snowflakes coming down endlessly out the window. A layer of white peppered the bare branches and cityscape outside, it would be salted away come morning.

A heavenly aroma filled the quaint apartment as your oven mitt hand slid the fresh batch of treats out of their heated hearth. A brunette head of hair, fluffy from being dried after a shower, watched you from the doorway of your bedroom with a certain look in his eyes that could only be described as enamoration. You turned around in search of a spatula, only to be caged against the oven by a freshly bandaged pair of arms. Your breath stifled for a moment before your lips fell into a smile, admiring the rosiness of the detective’s cheeks and the way his hair curled to frame his face, messily but somehow still utterly perfect. “Hey ‘Samu,” your voice was low and gentle as you reached to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. The snowy white shirt that hung from his shoulders highlighted his features; he really should consider wearing the color more often. “Bella,” he sighed, delicately resting his chin on the crook of your neck. You hooked your arms around his waist, inhaling the vanilla scent of your shampoo. It smells good on him, you think. A subtle munching sound came from the back of your head, and you turned quickly to find Dazai with a half-eaten cookie in hand. “Osamu!” you gave a playful scoff, “Those are for the agency members, remember? I said you could have the extras after I packaged them all up.” The man only grinned at the cute pout that graced your lips. “Oh, really? Sorry my Love, I must have forgotten,” he stated simply, shamelessly continuing to nibble at the warm treat. He took a half step back and leaned against the countertop. You lowered your eyebrows before coming over and attempting to swipe the cookie out of his hand. Dazai only raised it out of your reach, chuckling lightly at your attempts to pull his arm down. “Osamuuu,” you whined, and he popped what was left of the cookie halfway into his mouth. Dazai gave you a look, and you paused for a moment before feeling heat creep up into your face. Leaning closer, you took the other half of the cookie into your mouth. Goosebumps rose on the back of his neck when he felt your breath on his lips. After finishing the cookie, he chuckled again. “But my Love, now we don’t have any of the cookie left.” A light blush came to dust your cheeks. “It was worth it,” you replied with a shy smile. His heart thumped just a little bit harder. “Still, allow me to make it up to you,” Dazai caught your hand as you tried to turn back to the oven. You tilted your head and he took it as an opportunity to lead you to the living room and turn the radio up. Your hands always felt so delicate and perfect in his, as if he were meant to hold them. He would place kisses on your knuckles and palms for hours if you’d let him.

♫ Last Christmas, I gave you my heart ♫

You raised an eyebrow and Dazai’s smile widened. He led you to the center of the room, taking your hand in his and resting his other on your hip. ♫ But the very next day, you gave it away ♫

Your pulse quickened as you slid a hand up to his shoulder, and soon he was taking the lead. ♫ This year, to save me from tears, ♫

Never had you imagined one singular person being able to make you so happy. It was in the little things, the lazy morning kisses and remembering each other’s usual coffee orders. Teaching him how to cook and him helping you learn how to pick locks. The arm casually draped over your shoulders out in public, the brief moments of eye contact in the office that never failed to send your heart aflutter. The way his name fell from your lips was like a gift; he uttered yours like a promise. Dazai didn’t know whether to believe you or not when you told him he was deserving of your affection. He didn’t think he’d ever be sure. The first day you waltzed into his life, he knew there was something special about you. When you first cupped his cheeks and told him how you felt, he knew he was a goner. That night, the first time you ran your hands over his scars and gazed into his eyes with a look he’d never seen before, that was when he knew for sure. The one thing he could say without any doubt was that he would do absolutely anything for you. He had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

♫ I’ll give it to someone special. ♫ Dazai’s throat hummed softly along to the music, you felt a certain warmth bubbling from your chest as you twirled within the boughs of evergreen and paper snowflakes that adorned your home. Dazai’s eyes gleamed as he admired the way you were lit up by the lights of the tree. The corners of his eyes crinkled and his lips curved upwards into a smile. It made you feel light, breathless. It was a smile reserved for you and you alone. Dazai stepped one foot behind the other, shifting his hand around your waist familiarly. You slid one foot backwards, just the way he taught you, and fell easily into a dip.

As he tilted you back, you caught sight of a little green cluster of leaves hanging from the ceiling, red berries scattered within. Mistletoe. You didn't put that there.

Dazai’s grin widened when your gaze shifted back to lock eyes with him again. You let out a warm sigh, not being able to help the smile that played on your lips. As soon as you allowed yourself to surrender to the moment, he sunk his lips into yours.

Your fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt to prolong the moment for as long as possible.

When Dazai pulled you up to stand again and held you close to his chest, when you hooked your arms behind his back to return his embrace, he knew it was hopeless.

“Y/n…” he started, the emotion in his voice would have been unreadable to anyone else, “you have no idea how much you mean to me.”

It was easy for you to take note of the way he held you just a little bit tighter. Dazai’s silence begged you for a response, his breathing light. You searched and found the slightest hint of vulnerability in his eyes, your heart doing a backflip knowing that you were the only person he dared to trust with a look so raw.

“I love you too Osamu,” you gave a small smile in understanding. He again questioned what he ever did to deserve someone like you, someone who spoke to him with such a gentleness embedded in their tone. He allowed himself to drown in it nonetheless.

That night, you fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. Curled up under the covers, Dazai draped his arms over you protectively. He cradled you like you would evaporate at any moment, as if begging the universe for just a moment longer of the light he’d been granted. Dazai gave you his heart completely, utterly, hopelessly, and he knew he wouldn't ever regret it. Not in a million years.

A/n: Thank you for reading! I'm actually so happy with how this turned out T-T Sleep well tonight and remember to be kind to yourself!

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writingsfromstarfleet · 1 day ago

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[Julian Bashir] All This Time

♫ - Always Been You - Shawn Mendez

A/N: Hello! I'm finally back and working on the requests in my inbox! If anyone is still here to read this, please enjoy! I thought I'd start with someone I love, and so this fic was born. Thanks for reading! - Mal <3

When you had joined Starfleet, you were hoping to be stationed on Deep Space Nine. You had gone through the Academy with your friend, Julian, and he had been assigned to the station as the resident doctor. You were so happy for him, this was all he had wanted. You were even more so when you learned that you had been accepted onto the station as a science officer yourself.

"Julian!" you called out, running to him with your PADD in your hand.

"Do I detect good news?" he replied, and when you nodded and tilted your screen to him, he burst into a light scream and picked you up, turning you around in the air. "My gosh, I am so happy for you! For both of us."

That night you both celebrated, perhaps a little too hard, but it was one of the best nights of both of your lives.

The morning of your departure, you took some time to think about your time on Earth, and growing up with Julian.

It was strange, you had watched him go from this quiet, barely academic child to somehow being incredibly gifted and beyond smart enough for his age. It wasn't until you were older that he confided in you that he had been genetically enhanced. It changed your opinion of him none, he was still your Julian. His parents and yours had hoped that maybe you two may have married, as they thought highly of you both. Julian had insisted it wasn't like that, and you had agreed, despite your feeling for it otherwise.

Julian was a great man, he was strong and caring, and he was handsome. You would be a fool to deny it. Over time, more as you grew older, you realised that it was no longer friendship you felt for him. It had been love for so long. You knew he viewed you as a best friend, and you were not about to ruin that; especially not on your final day on Earth.

Now, you were almost three years into being on Deep Space Nine, and the job had yet to get boring. There was always something happening, whether it be a planet in need of saving or stopping another impending war. Sometimes, even Gul Dukat would grace the station with his presence, which gave you all something to laugh at in Quark's that night.

"Is this seat taken?" A cool, familiar voice asked you as you sat at a table in the back of Quarks, sipping on an Antarean brandy. Turning your head, you met the face of Jadzia Dax, someone who had quickly become a close friend of yours.

"Does it look taken?" you replied, a cheeky tone in your voice. Jadzia and yourself always joked, and you were happy to have someone to be that comfortable with. You couldn't lie to yourself that Jadzia was very attractive, and one hell of a flirt. So, half the time, you gave as good as you got.

"How have things been on the station lately?" she asked. Jadzia knew you had been a little stressed that week, as work had piled up high in the science department. You sighed, shaking your head.

As you began to talk to her, you told her everything that had gone wrong that week. In truth, very little had gone right. Still, she sat tentatively and listened to every word. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted someone staring.

Julian was sat a few tables behind, alone and sipping at a drink. It wasn't often he drank alone, but it had been a tough week for him, too. As well as the workload and a quite the few emergencies, he was dealing with a new wave of emotions that had completely drained him. As of late, Julian had come to realise that he loved you, more than a friend should love another friend. He was certain you didn't feel the same, but the hope he still had that perhaps you would feel the same was still there, however faded.

Julian sighed as he watched you and Jadzia talk. Jadzia was smiling, laughing at your jokes. She even had her arm around you from time to time, and Julian was sure she was closer in proximity to you than when she had originally sat down. Jadzia caught his eye and winked, before going back to your chatter. To say he was jealous was an understatement; if anyone outside looked in, you and Jadzia looked like a couple, and he couldn't help but feel that it should be him.

Perhaps it was his imagination, but he could swear after he had made eye contact with the trill, she was more touchy and giggly with you than at first. Maybe he was imagining it, maybe not. Either way, it made him feel a certain type of way inside. He knew. It was definitely jealousy.

"Well," Jadzia broke the conversation, standing and placing a hand on your shoulder. "I should be off, I have a lot I need to be doing. Thank you for the drink, hopefully we can do this again sometime."

With that, she winked at you and took off, leaving you chuckling to yourself. Ever the flirt, she was. Jadzia ducked past Julian's table on her way out of the bar, leaning in to his hear and startling him out of staring down his glass.

"If I've made you jealous enough to finally act on your feelings, I would suggest going over there and kissing that Lieutenant now."

Julian's head shot up.

"How did you know how I'm feeling?"

Jadzia simply laughed. "We all know, except them."

Pointing a finger your direction, Jadzia sauntered away and Julian made his decision. Downing the last of his drink, he strolled over to your table and met you with his ever beaming smile.

"Hi," he started, seeming more nervous than he had ever been. "Is this seat taken?"

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" you asked rhetorically with a giggle. Music to Julian's ears, was your laugh. "Please, sit down. I'm happy to see you."

The god doctor took a seat, and his fingers played idly with his glass. A glass of which he wasn't sure why he was still holding, given it was empty. Still, he pushed it away and turned to you. Julian's intent was to talk to you, to tell you how he felt, but he was stricken for a second looking your way.

In the light of Quark's Bar, or what little of it there was atop the balcony, your face was lit up in the most angelic light. Your eyes sparkled more than usual, and your hair framed your face perfectly. Backed by the windows showing the stars, you were the brightest thing in the room. Never had Julian seen such a picture, and it stirred something inside him. He knew it was now or never, and he feared that if he spoke, he wouldn't be able to convey what he wanted.

Noticing him staring, you raised a brow and waved your hand in front of Julian's face.

"Julian? Is everything-"

Cutting you off, Julian's lips connected with your own as he moved forward, his hand wrapping itself around your waist. Finally, he was kissing you. Without thinking, you closed your eyes and kissed him back, your arms wrapping around his neck. It was lucky you were in the darker part of the bar, the quiet and stifled noises coming from you both would surely have disturbed some.

Pulling back after what had felt like a lifetime, you opened your eyes first and they fell upon Julian's face, his eyes still partially closed and looking dazed. It was a kiss you had waited forever for.

"I-I, um.." Julian struggled to formulate a sentence, and you sat smiling at him, your hand resting on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

"Did you mean to do that?" you inquired, hoping that his answer was yes. The doctor nodded, eyes twinkling and sparkling with wonder. Nodding, you leaned in again and quickly pecked his lips. Julian's mind was in overdrive.

"Finally," you whispered, placing your forehead against his own.

Julian held you, his arms around your waist and his head resting on your shoulder. You ran one hand through his hair, the other holding him tight. This was an action that was not uncommon for you both, but now it felt different. Now it felt right.

"I have loved you for so long," Julian started, remaining where he was. "I haven't been able to tell you because I haven't had the words, but I was worried you wouldn't feel the same. I see so many people around you who you could choose, and I figured I was just the best friend who got to hear about it all."

"Oh, Juli," you chuckled a little, not unkindly. "You listen to me. I have been aware of who flirts with me, and I will admit there are some rather beautiful people on this station. But, none of them are you. I fell for you heart and soul so long ago that anyone else is secondary. I care not for the advances of anyone else, your heart is all I want."

"My heart is exactly what you have."

Julian glanced up at you, lovesick eyes peering into your own. The night was spent together, doing all of the things you should have been doing and being so engrossed in each other that you had no real bearing for those around you. If you had, you would have noticed Quark on the other side of the bar, handing over a few bars of latinum to a certain smug trill.

"Well I'll be damned," Quark said, shaking his head. "I really thought they would be oblivious for the rest of their lives."

"Never doubt my tactics, Quark," Jadzia replied, chuckling.

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gothlcsan · 1 year ago

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High Note ; HUENINGKAI

PAIRING nonidol!kai , male!reader

GENRE smut 18+ fluff

SYNOPSIS it’s hard not to have a crush on your next door neighbor when he looks the way he does

WORD COUNT 3827

WARNINGS kissing, fingering (reader receiving), nipple play, oral, ass eating (reader receiving), top!kai, bottom!reader, manhandling, kai is huge on consent, usage of both lube and condoms, safe words, aftercare, pet names

♫ old love - yuji ft. putri dahlia

a/n soft dom kai makes me so giddy, i adore him greatly. i hope my potential male readers can enjoy this one! thank you for always supporting my works! NOT PROOFREAD.

Kai has been your neighbor for as long as you can remember. He greeted you the first day you moved in with freshly baked bread, his widely bright smile cultivating you almost instantly. You thanked him with a smile as you took the bread, thanking him for his kindness as you went inside to start unpacking.

You started to see each other often, not that it wasn’t to be expected due to living next door to one another. Taking the elevator down to leave for the bus together, or exchanging numbers to plan on when you’d both arrive home and share a late night snack and drinks. Talking with Kai was easy, comfortable, it didn’t hurt that he was handsome too and he made you feel at ease.

The leaves finally were changing into their fall colored hues, falling onto the sidewalks, kicking them with the tip of your shoes as you walked quietly next to Kai. You both turn to face one another, stopping as you bid the other to go first, Kai asking if you’d like to come over. Frozen in place, the blush evident on the apples of your cheeks, you clear your throat and say you’d be there for sure, Kai smiling saying he couldn’t wait. Your ever growing crush on your neighbor and friend fills you with excitement.

Sitting across from Kai on the heated flooring, you tuck your feet underneath you and shyly thank him for the drink. Feeling his long slender fingers graze yours after handing you the glass makes you shiver, facing away to drink the shot in one go. You compliment the drink, carefully pouring him a drink and falling into a conversation about his favorite comics. The night grows darker, several bottles in, and the conversation turns borderline sentimental as Kai crawls over to lay down next to you. He sighs, staring at the ceiling as he slowly speaks, you clinging to every word spoken, not removing your eyes from his face once.

“Would it make me a bad friend?” Kai asked, turning to face you, your faces now mere centimeters apart.

“What do you mean?”

Kai turns to lay on his side, the closeness of his face to yours making your breath hitch, swallowing a hard lump of nervosa down. His hand runs through your hair stopping to cup the back of your head, watching him as he speaks almost barely audible to you.

“Would it make me a bad friend to kiss you?”

The sentence shocks you, blinking fast as you shake your head saying that it wouldn’t, the blush creeping up your neck to spread across your face surely warm enough under Kai’s fingers.

“Good.”

You don’t have time to reply before the very hand on the back of your head moves down to the base of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. The subtle taste of the snacks and drinks you just ate on his lips as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost into him. His gentleness showed through as he carefully pulled you closer to him, making you gasp between the kiss as your chest bumps against his. Your nerves fill with greed, a neediness that you’ve repressed for so long, lowering your hand to reach under his boxer band but he stops you, his hand gently wrapped around your wrist as he shakes his head.

“I'd rather we do it sober for the first time.”

Pouting, Kai calls you cute, placing another kiss against your forehead as he helps you up off the floor, picking you up bridal style to head towards his bedroom. He gives you a change of clothes to sleep in, instantly liking the baggy clothes that smells exactly like him, asking him to not sleep in the living room and instead lay with you instead. He obliges your wishes, crawling under the covers with you, allowing you to lay your head on his arm saying he didn’t mind if it went numb. Lulling you asleep as he traces shapes rhythmically across your shoulder blade.

Sunlight causes you to wince, shielding your eyes with your arm, grumpily rolling over onto your stomach before sitting up confused. Kai was no longer lying down next to you, peering over the edge to see his slippers gone. Deciding to go look for Kai, you crawl out of bed making sure to make it for him, trudging along the hallway before entering into the living room slash kitchen that was separated by a small built in island onto the left wall by the front door. The instant aroma of food fills your senses as you climbed into one of the island’s booth seats, accidentally scaring Kai by asking what he was preparing.

“A hangover soup, I didn’t know how much we drank and this will help finish sobering us up.”

You smirk, chewing on the tip of your thumb, wiping it dry on your shirt peeking over his side unsuccessfully.

“If we sober up doesn’t that mean you’ll grant my wish from last night?” You asked, the smirk growing on your face as Kai’s hand froze, halting the stirring he was just previously doing. He gives a small smirk that you can’t see due to how he’s standing, Kai turning to face you and size you up.

“Let’s eat and you can spend the night again, no drinks included.”

“Deal.”

A Saturday afternoon filled with snacks of freshly sliced fruits, halloween movies, and cuddling under the fuzzy heated blanket, left you almost forgetting about the deal you two made over breakfast. Remembering the details makes a blush creep up your neck to lay flushed across your cheeks, sipping from your cup of apple cider before turning to stare at Kai.

“Is there something on my face?”

“No.” You blush again, turning away to try and fixate on the tv instead of his gorgeous facial features, holding the cup now purely to distract your hands.

The cup is plucked from your hands and sits onto the coaster on the coffee table, staring at Kai in confusion as he wraps an arm around your waist repositioning himself to lean towards you in between your legs. He’s close, close enough to kiss, and surely close enough to notice how your breath hitched as he smiled at you nonchalantly.

“It’s hard to contain myself around you when you’re wearing my shirt.”

A blush reddens your face, turning to face the tv in embarrassment from his blatant flirting. He places your chin in between his thumb and forefinger bringing you back to face him, his smile so attractive you nearly croak.

“Don’t act all shy now, you’re the one who wanted me last night, is that still true?”

Gulping, you nodding quickly, gasping as he brings you impossibly closer with the arm wrapped around your waist.

“Is that still true?” He reiterated, a pause between each word to get his point across, clearing your throat as you gave him an audible answer of consent.

“Yes.”

Given the ok it doesn’t take long for Kai to press his lips against your own, his lips working in time with yours, the sweet taste of fruit mixed with chocolate filling your senses. The kiss, Kai himself, everything tasted so delicious against your tongue, wrapping your arms around his neck as you greedily climbed onto his lap to deepen it. You needed more and you’d do absolutely anything to get exactly that. Kai’s hands on your hips aiding your quest for more as they guide your sloppy motions into a more beneficial pace for the both of you. Swallowing each other’s moans, getting lost into the pleasure rather quickly, raising yourself up by your knees allowing Kai’s hands to easily slide up underneath your baggy shirt. The softness of his hands finding themselves trailing up your sides and rubbing gentle teasing circles over your nipples causes you to shake, placing a hand on each side of his shoulders to ground yourself. He was painfully skilled making it nearly impossible to think as you tore off the shirt, discarding it mindlessly onto the living room floor, gasping as Kai brings you down to wrap his lips frantically over one of your nipples. His textured tongue swirling around the hardening bud makes you clench the ends of his hair in between your fingers, swearing under your breath with a slight giggle as he pulls it back in between his teeth. Annoyance fills your body as you try to take off his shirt, unable to due to your bodies being too close, tugging at the hem of it.

“Get this off.” You pouted, smiling in triumph as Kai sits up, carefully keeping yourself balanced on his lap as he lifts it off and over his head. His body makes you instantly blush, instinctively reaching out to trail a single hand down his chest to his happy trail, your poor dick hardening at the sight. Kai is quick to notice this, placing his hand over yours bringing it down until your fingers are just barely underneath the band of his shorts.

“This is what you were trying to do last night, hm?”

His voice deepening alongside the sudden assertiveness makes your head swell, unable to speak as your dick is tightly pressed in your pants. He holds no mercy for you, repeating the question until you respond, telling you how good you are for him clearly knowing your praise kink. Soon, you’re sitting in between Kai’s legs, given the permission to take off his shorts, his dick springing out and laying heavy against his abdomen. He was slightly above average and looked incredible, gulping as he tells you to not be shy. Wrapping a hand earnestly around the entire girth, bringing it to rest against your tongue. You figure it doesn’t hurt to tease a little, giving it small licks from just under the head up to the tip, enjoying the pained groans falling from Kai. His right hand reaches down to nest into your hair, fingers wrapped tight around the locks as he slowly tries to push himself past your lips. You’re mindful of your teeth, wrapping a hand around the base of his shaft as you close your eyes, allowing your head to be brought back up and pushed back down. The subtle stretch and intrusion in your throat makes you gag ever so slightly, that being enough to make Kai groan with a smirk heard from his voice, dropping your hand as he pushes himself fully into your mouth. Gagging after a few thrusts, Kai pulls your head back, saliva connecting the two of you as you look at him with hooded eyes, gasping for air beginning to blush as he calls you pretty.

“Come here, baby.” Kai says, helping you to climb back onto his lap. He tells you to grab the lube from the table's pull out drawer, earning a playful slap against your thigh as you tease him for storing lube there.

“Never know when i’m going to have pretty boys like you over,” he teased back, earning a glare from you before he reassured you he was only joking, kissing up your neck and cheek apologizing. It’s hard to be mad at him when he looks the way he does, his slender fingers now coated with a generous amount of lube, rubbing the rim of your hole generously. It’s slightly embarrassing as well as extremely hot, tucking your face into the crook of his neck when he asks if you’re ready. Relaxing, you nod, muttering out a faint “yes please,” before he pushes a single finger in. Your eyes widen from the stretch, clinging to him as he reminds you to relax, relaxing your muscles and breathing as he carefully slips a second finger alongside the first. Kai takes his time with you, just barely pushing the two fingers in and out of you, letting you naturally stretch around the digits. Using his other hand to reapply the lube, you gasp at the contrast of the cold lube and his warm fingers, forcing your body to relax so he’s able to manage a third and final finger. Your head spins from the pleasure building in your limbs, breath fanning against Kai’s throat as you moan incoherently, allowing him to move you as he pleased.

“You ready, baby?” Kai asked, using his free hand to have you face him, your face flushed and eyes hooded as you nodded.

He asks you again knowing he wanted an audible reply, whimpering as you can only coherently beg for him, Kai calming you down with a kiss as he carries you to his bedroom. Gently plopping you onto the bed you go to cover your lap, Kai cooing at your actions whilst moving to pin your arms above your head. His right hand snakes up your legs and past your waist, before railing back down to wrap around the back of your upper thigh. He pulls you close causing you to gasp as you look at him, swallowing hard as his face hardens just the slightest bit. Kai looked incredible, having to suppress from moaning at the visual (not that you had to, Kai seemed to love your vocals anyhow) - - swearing under your breath as he carefully lowered himself onto his knees. Lifting you up by your lower back, you blush behind your hands, your stretched out hole in full view for Kai to see. He takes his time delving his tongue into your greedy hole, clenching around him as he curls his tongue in such toe curling ways. Having your now free hands moving down to brush his bangs out of his face, humming in approval as he pushes a single finger alongside his tongue.

“Fuck.. Kai,” you breathlessly call out to him as he picks up pace with both his tongue and fingers, your toes curling from the growing sensation in the pit of your stomach. You impatiently beg for Kai to fuck you already, whining as he bites down on your inner thigh, telling you to be patient for him.

Watching him grab a condom from the drawer of his bedside table, the pool of heat bubbles in your stomach, swiping your tongue across your bottom lip as you watch Kai roll the rubber on. It was hard to hide your growing impatience and greed for him, smiling sweetly at him when he calls you handsome; reminding you to relax for him. Listening to his instructions carefully, making sure to relax your body and regulate your breathing, covering your mouth with your arm as Kai fixs your hips to align his dick against your hole. Reaching down to interlock one hand with his, you nod when he asks if you’re ready, throwing your head back as he just barely pushes the tip in. He presses kisses against your now exposed throat, slowly pushing himself deeper into you making sure to reapply lube when needed until he finally bottoms out.

“Wait, wait, please.” You begged, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you stared at him, cheeks a shade of light pink as he let you adjust accordingly to the stretch. He’s careful with you making sure to ask if you were ready, nodding and telling him your color was green, Kai understanding your safe word instantly returning to slowly move his hips to move out and back into you. You tighten your grip around Kai’s hand, lewd noises being pulled from you when he wraps a hand around your neglected dick, slowly rubbing the head with the palm of his hand before going down the shaft in slow strokes. The slow drag makes your stomach tighten slightly, embarrassed how sensitive you were especially underneath Kai’s touch.

“So warm, so tight.” Kai swears under his breath but still audible enough for you to hear, his hand picking up pace alongside his thrusts, your brain melting from the overwhelming flow of pleasure. Your dick lays heavy against your abdomen when Kai drops it saying he couldn’t have you cumming yet, whining about the loss of touch, Kai calling you greedy as he lifts your legs to hook over his arms. The change in position causes him to slip deeper into you, tilting your flushed face to the side as he drills into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin making your nerves spark. Kai brings your right leg up to lay over his shoulder whilst reaching down to grab your face, forcing you to face him and keep eye contact.

“Want to see your pretty face.”

His words are like flint to a fire causing your nerves to catch flame and make you feel crazy, begging him to go faster, Kai smirking at you. He doesn’t break eye contact even when your eyes roll back. Your moans become choked out as you start reaching your high begging Kai to cum, gasping in content surprise when Kai manhandles you to change position so you’re on your forearms and knees. His hands spread your ass apart, flustered as he compliments how good you look taking him, hiding your face in your arms as he pressed down your upper half to keep your body in an arch. The way he is animalistically holding you down as he chases his own high makes your head swell, head thrown back with a choked moan as he bites down on your shoulder, cumming as he fills you up with his own arousal. He doesn’t pull out at first, having you cockwarm him until he lets out the very last drop, the drag against your walls making you tremble vigorously as he pulls out. You fall flat against the mattress as you try to catch your breath, Kai pulling off the condom making sure to tie it before tossing it into the trash.

Kai comes back next to you, repositioning you so you’re laid back head first onto a pillow, his hand brushing your sweat matted bangs out of your eyes. He pressed gentle kisses against your forehead allowing you to catch your breath before standing up to grab you each a bottle of water. Opening it and helping you sit up, he presses the opening to your lips, helping drink the water until you are satisfied, gasping for air after not realizing how thirsty you were.

“Calm down, love, you’ll make yourself sick.” He teases lovingly as he takes a few gulps from his own water, setting both bottles away as he asks if you’re ready to get cleaned up, nodding.

“Wait, put me down, what are you doing?”

You laugh as Kai picks you up bridal style carrying you towards the bathroom, setting you on the edge of the toilet seat as he corrects the shower temperature. He has you check it, giving him the ok once it’s to your preference, blushing when Kai helps you step into the shower so you don’t trip on the slightly risen bottom due to the glass slide doors. It’s quiet besides the sound of the shower and Kai gently guiding you as he washes your hair, humming from the scalp massage he was giving you. Finishing with your hair he goes to help wash you up, a blush covering your skin as he slowly leans forward to speak in your ear.

“Spread your legs for me, ok?”

Listening you spread your legs apart for Kai, leaned just enough for Kai to slip his hand in between your legs, washing you. Biting back your moans, you glance over your shoulder, stomach blossoming in warmth seeing his wet bangs hanging over his face. He looked so handsome like this, turning away when he caught you staring, teasing you by asking if there was something on his face. Shaking your head you tell him that he looked handsome, Kai thanking you as he places a slap against your ass as he finishes up. The two of you help each other finish washing up, giggling as Kai takes the shower head and waves the wand so that water rinses you off faster. Shaking your hair towards him like a wet dog, he playfully pokes your side making you yelp. Deciding you both have played in the water long enough, Kai turns off the water and has you step out first. Wrapping a towel around your hips, Kai helps you step out of the shower, letting you guide him to the bathroom mirror and vanity by his hand, sitting down on the counter. You hand the blow dryer to Kai who accepts it with no questions asked, turning it on the correct setting and starts drying your wet hair. His fingers combing through makes you hum once more, his nails occasionally scratching against your scalp in a nice massage.

“Let me help you,” you quipped, hopping off the counter and asking Kai to sit down, starting the process of drying his hair in return. Kai’s content expression makes you happy as you turn off the hair dryer, unplugging it and fixing Kai’s bangs that cover his eyesight. He reaches for your hand, interlocking your fingers, guiding you back to the bedroom to get dressed (not that you were in any rush to see him clothed). Kai hands you a pair of boxers and another one of his baggy shirts, teasingly flirting with you as he pressed flirty kisses up your neck to your cheeks. Once both of you are dressed and the sheets have been changed, you crawl into bed, whining for Kai to come cuddle you. He of course obliges, crawling into bed next to you, allowing you to nuzzle into his chest as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. The scent of his body wash and shampoo makes your heart melt happily at the scent, instinctively burying your noise into the crook of his neck as you inhale his scent.

“Are you having fun?”

“Mhm, you smell really nice.”

“You’re too cute,” Kai said with a smile, lifting you up to lay on his chest giving your face wet kisses making you laugh and pull away. Wiping your face you tease him by saying he’s gross, Kai sticking out his tongue saying you loved it, nodding as you settled back into his arms. Exhausted from the evening as it was nearing three in the morning, you yawn whilst closing your eyes and settling down. Kai asks if you’re ready to head to bed nodding as you finally get comfortable, Kai’s comforting habit of tracing shapes against your skin lulling you to sleep so easily.

“Goodnight, I love you.”

Kai snuggles you closer to his chest as if giving you a tight squeeze, leaning down just enough to press a kiss against the crown of your head before laying back down.

“I love you too, angel.”

Smiling happily as you fully relaxed and let yourself fall asleep, warm and content wrapped up in Kai’s embrace.

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sebuckyverse · 2 years ago

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modern!rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

Eddie Munson is a burnt out rockstar, touring the country. When he finds a phone number written on a bathroom wall, he strikes an unusual friendship with a coffee shop barista who has no idea who he is.

warnings: 18+ cussing, eventual smut if i'm horny, steve harrington, none yet, strangers to friends to lovers <3 word count: 3,4k

an: Y'ALL idk what this is but i had this idea when i woke up from a bomb ass nap! tagging my bestie @hellfirewhore because she helped me so much with this, love u bub. also @ceriseheaven because she's obsessed with me. also i apologize for the Steve Harrington girlies

chapter two ♫ masterlist

chapter one ♫♪♩·..·

With a heavy sigh, Eddie slips into the bathroom of a restaurant, the name of which he cannot even remember. It’s barely 6pm and he’s already two drinks in, cursing himself for agreeing to this meeting at all when he could’ve just been a dick and said no, but like someone once close to him used to say, he is a people pleaser. He closes his eyes for a minute before pushing off the door and heading to the furthest stall, locking himself in and sitting down without taking his pants off. He didn’t really need to go, this was just an excuse to escape giving the answers his shitty manager is waiting for him to give.

It’s nearing the end of Corroded Coffin’s summer tour “Live from the Upside Down”. With only 7 shows left, it’s safe to say the tour was a massive success. Tickets were sold out, fans were lining the streets and Eddie couldn’t blink without a camera going off somewhere. It’s what he wanted, dreamed of ever since he was in middle school and he was proud of himself for realizing his dream, specially when in high school, he thought about quitting. The fans are already asking about a new tour or a new album - they aren’t the only ones. Management is also on board, hoarding Eddie about new songs or if they could extend the tour, it’s good business after all. That’s all it seems to be about recently - money, publicity, instagram likes. It didn’t use to be like this, it was good when they blew up and signed with their record label but thinking back, it was too good to be true.

Eddie doesn’t have an answer to anybody. He hasn’t written anything new in weeks and his relationship with the band is strained, he doesn’t remember the last time he actually enjoyed being on stage. So as he sits on the toilet rubbing his eyes, the bags under his eyes blue and purple, he’s trying to find another excuse to his manager waiting by the table to why they definitely shouldn’t jump right into another album. Once he has stretched out the minutes to a quick bathroom run as far as he could, he stands back up and stretches his legs. Eddie does a double take when before stepping out, he notices some text written on the stall door, followed by numbers.

“For lousy head, call Y/N.”

.•♫•♬•

For what felt like the hundredth time today, your phone buzzed in your back pocket. Ignoring it, like you have done for the past two days, you continued packing blueberry muffins into a perfectly folded cardboard box, slapping a thank you sticker on top and pushing it to the side next to a few other to-go boxes. The clock was pushing 7pm and you were counting down the minutes until your shift was over, thankful that you had the next two days off to relax and turn off your fucking phone.

You don’t know what happened, but yesterday afternoon you started getting incredibly weird and vulgar messages and phone calls from unknown numbers. After consulting with your best friend last night, you didn’t reply to a single text and ignored the phone calls after you already answered one, where a guy asked for a blowjob.

“How did this happen?” Your best friend and co-barista Robin asked.

“You’re asking me! I have no idea!” you shrieked back at your phone, looking at her through the Facetime app.

“Have you signed up for anything weird lately?”

“Like what? You’re making it seem like I leaked my own number.”

“Well, someone clearly did.”

You chewed on your thumb as you rewinded the event of the last week. One thing did pop up, something that made your stomach churn. “You don’t think Steve would do this?”

“Uh, yeah! That guy is an asshole and the only thing bigger than his head is his ego. Didn’t you say he blocked you?”

“Yeah,” you sighed and massaged your temples where a headache was already forming “He got mad at me when I didn’t want to sleep with him on the second date.”

“Pfft- what?! Why didn’t you tell me?” Robin gawked at you, only her eyes and forehead visible now.

“It’s embarrassing! Sorry!”

“Well anyway, I bet it was him. You were too good for him anyway, by the way.”

You smiled and stuck your tongue out, “Stupid! But what am I going to do? Am I going to have to change my number now?”

“Seems so, unless you can find out how Steve leaked your number.”

After you promised to look into getting a new number the next day, you finished your call with Robin and turned off your phone. Today was super busy and you were too tired to worry about changing your number. You walked a short mile home and immediately flopped onto your bed, kicking off your shoes.

You had ignored your phone most of the day, but decided it was time to take a peek as you may have missed something important. You scrolled through numerous new text messages and deleted every single one, only sending back a quick text to Robin who had asked for any updates as she was off work today. Just as you were about to turn the device off again, a new message popped up that made you jump up the bed.

7:28pm Hello, I hope this message reaches you. I’m sorry to bother you, just wanted to let you know someone has written your number on a bathroom stall with a pretty nasty message. I scrubbed it off as much as I could. Have a good night.

.•♫•♬•

It's been a few days since Eddie shot that text off and the almost instant reply he received back was still sitting unanswered at the top of his messages.

7.31pm, three days ago Hi. Thank you so much for letting me know, my phone has been going off like crazy. I appreciate what you did. If there's anything I can do to repay you, please let me know!

Eddie had no intention of asking for anything in return, that would be absurd. He was only doing what was right, it's what any decent person would have done. He's been hesitant to respond, he still remembers that one time he was a bit tipsy and made the irrational decision to give out his real number to a girl after a show. It only took three hours before his number was blasted all over the internet and he smashed his phone against a wall just to make it stop ringing.

Eddie was never this reclusive, not before all of this anyway. In high school, he had a handful of friends who he cared for and loved messing with. He was loud at times and he didn't care what anybody else thought of him, they all hated him anyway. In high school, he still had Wayne, too. Now he only has himself.

He was currently sitting on a hotel bed, after a show, his hair still dripping with water from his shower. He's scrolling Instagram, checking out the bands latest post, reading various fan comments who all appeared to love the show - which was good in theory, but it makes him feel sick. Can't they see that he's miserable? He's burned the fuck out but everybody seems blind to it. Before he can close the app though, a new text comes through, from the same number he still hasn't answered to.

02.59am ''ROb where re you- steve is here and i slapped him!! Cme find me quick''

His brows bunch together in a frown and before he can help himself, he snorts. This was clearly a text someone would send not-sober, which he has done too many times. He decides to write back, just to be.. polite.

03.00am ''Not Rob, but if Steve is the one who wrote that shit on the wall, good for you 🙂''

03.02am ''oh fuckk im so sorry'' 03.02am ''this is so embarrass sing pls ignore me'' 03.03am ''and it was steve!! he said t was him'' 03.04am ''hes such a dick im sorry i'm bothering you'' 03.04am ''ignore me, m so sorry again''

Eddie is staring at his phone with the most comical look on his face, if he felt tired before it's all gone now. He doesn't remember the last time he had a genuine laugh, but your texts are very amusing.

03.05am ''It's very hard to ignore you when you keep bombing my phone.''

It takes a couple of minutes before a new reply comes in and for some reason that he doesn't want to think about right now, it's making him anxious waiting for your reply. That's not creepy at all, he thinks.

03.08am ''IM SORRY have a kiwi on me🥝🥝''

.•♫•♬•

The fresh September breeze has sneaked in through your open window, a gush of wind petting your forehead. You peel one eye open and do a quick scan of the room, noting that you're thankfully in your own apartment. With a delicious groan, you stretch your limbs and turn to your other side. The subtle thumping in your head is a stark reminder that you should've stayed home last night, but Robin refused to take no for an answer, as usual, and you two ended up at a bar downtown.

While downing a few fruity drinks might have been in your bingo cards, seeing Steve Harrington wasn't. Your eye twitched as soon as you saw the back of his head and that stupid hair of his, his arm flung around a girl you had never seen before. Robin had disappeared to the bathroom a while ago and you were left alone at the counter sipping your Cosmopolitan. Blessed with liquid courage, you set your unfinished glass on the counter and stomped your way over to him and his group of friends.

When you were in earshot, you heard one of them shout ''All hail King Steve!''. You rolled your eyes, pretty sure there was steam coming from your ears.

''Pff, King Steve? More like bitch Steve!''

The girl on his arm sputtered out her mojito and looked between you two, her wide eyes moving back and forth like she was observing a tennis match. Steve turned as well and scoffed at you, ''You need somethin'?''

You crossed your arms, needing to shield yourself and popped your hip. ''Yeah, why'd you do it?''

''Do what?''

''Don't play dumb, Steven. I know you wrote my number on some random bathroom wall. The fuck is wrong with you?''

Steve unhooked himself from his date and took a step closer to you, but you took a step back as well. Someone bumped into you from behind and spilled liquid onto your open toed shoes, but you didn't turn away, instead staring Steve right in the eyes, hoping your looks could kill.

''Aw, I thought I was doing you a favor, babe. Thought you might use the experience.''

''Fuck you,'' you spat. ''All this because I wouldn't have sex with you?''

''Nobody turns down the King, sweetheart. It's your loss anyway.''

You scoffed and broke eye contact to dig through your purse for your phone. Robin would abolish him, but she was still not back yet. ''You're such an asshole!''

Steve raised his hands and run his knuckles up and down your arm, which you jolted away immediately. ''We could still hook up if you want, you know. I'll even do you first.''

You gasped at his crummy words and before you knew it, you raised your hand and slapped his cheek. Steve's head flew to the side and your palm stinging from the harsh contact. Your chest heaved as you turned to leave, looking back at the girl and seeing honest confusion in her eyes. ''Don't bother with him babe, I heard he's only 4 inches.''

You pushed past people back to the bar and ordered yourself 3 shots of tequila, your fingers still trembling as you handed over bills. The shots were gone in the blink of an eye. You needed to find Robin and tell her what happened. You don't condone your actions but you knew she would high five you once she hears about this. You used the restroom, hoping to find her there, but she was nowhere in sight. Sighing in defeat, you pulled your phone up and swiped until you found Robin's text chain and sent off an emergency text. Your vision was already doubling, no doubt the work of 2 Cosmos and 3 shots of tequila, being the lightweight that you were.

Back in bed, you raked your hand through the bedsheets, trying to locate your phone, finding it under your ass. The clock showed 2.13pm. How the hell did I get home last night? you thought and swiftly found Robin's number and put the phone on speaker and placed it next to you on your pillow. The ringing went unanswered and you went to send her a quick text.

2.14pm - to Robin ''Hey, you ok? call me when you get this.''

Looking at your text messages, you were confused when you didn't find texts from last night. You specifically remember texting her and she even replied! Didn't she? Nausea started forming at the pit of your stomach as your fingers made quick work to look through any other messages you might have sent last night and your heart almost stopped beating when you realized who you actually messaged last night.

''Oh, dear God.''

.•♫•♬•

Eddie was on the other side of the country, in the middle of soundcheck when he felt left pocket vibrate. As there were only two songs left, he ignored it until he had a few minutes to spare. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he was maybe hoping it was you. Not in a romantic way, of course, he was just wondering what happened to you last night, if you got home safe.

They finished soundcheck and headed back to the dressing room, where they would spend the rest of the day waiting for the show to start, fitting in a few interviews where he put on his best act. Eddie fished his phone from his bucket and felt a cold shiver run down his back as he stared at the screen. It wasn't who he was expecting, it was from Wayne.

Eddie and Wayne used to be close. Wayne was like a father to him and during high school days, were people accused Eddie of being the devil himself, always had his back and looked out for him. It's how Wayne also noticed that Eddie was unhappy, even before Eddie realized it himself. Eddie would reassure Wayne that he was fine and that this was what he wanted, but Wayne could see through the bullshit. He never let Eddie stomp on him either, calling him out for lying and telling him to come home, or at least take a break. But how could he take a break when he is at the height of his career? He couldn't.

Being manipulated by his manager as well, Eddie slowly started pulling away from Wayne. He wouldn't call as often or would leave certain texts unanswered. It's at a point where they aren't really speaking anymore, only the occasional text Wayne sends to let him know he's doing good, everything is fine. Eddie can't admit it, but he needs those texts more than ever. He's thought about calling Wayne every day, now that things have gotten so bad for him. He needs his uncle, the only person he's ever looked up to, to put him straight. But like always, he is a coward and instead of replying, Eddie just locks his phone.

.•♫•♬•

''Where the hell have you been?'' you scold as you hold your door open for Robin, graciously accepting the entire bag of junk food she brought. Chips, cookies, various types of candy and four cans of Coke Zero.

After you hauled up from bed and straightened yourself up, Robin called you and told you she would be coming over with hangover medicine, hence the junk food. You emptied the bag on your coffee table and popped open one of the Cokes. Robin toed off her shoes and joined you on the couch, reaching for the chips. ''I think I found the love of my life.''

''Oh great heavens, again?''

Throwing a chip at you, you pick it up and snack on it. ''Hey, she's the one who got us all home last night. I found you slumped against the wall next to the bathroom.''

''Oh, well, make sure to thank her for me then. What's she like?''

Robin proceeded to fill you in on her activities last night and you told her about your encounter with Steve, receiving a very expected high five. ''Fuck yeah! He deserved it, I hope that girl dumped his ass, too. He's a stupid idiot.''

Fidgeting in your seat, you pulled your legs closer to your chest. ''Speaking of idiots, I may have done something dumb last night, too. You remember that number that texted me about the whole thing? Who told me my number was on that stall and shit?''

''Yeaaah?'' Robin asked cautiously.

''I.. might have drunk texted him last night, thinking it was you.''

''Oh my God, what did you say? Show me your phone!''

You grabbed your phone from the coffee table and handed it to her, watching her facial expressions as she kept reading. ''Oh my GOD, this is like, sexy.''

''Sexy?! What part of this is sexy? I humiliated myself to this stranger. He could be the president for all I know.''

''Really doubt the president is allowed to text. But this is cool! You have a mysterious pen pal, or a text pal. He hasn't texted anything yet?''

''Nope,'' you say and is that disappointment you detect in your own voice? This is stupid.

''You do it then! Text him something right now.'' Robin claps her hands and scooches closer to you so she could see your screen.

''No, what the hell. And say what?''

''Anything!''

.•♫•♬•

Tonight's show was the hardest so far. The band changed the setlist a little bit and Eddie was off his game, forgetting some words to their last song. The night ended in a screaming match with his manager when Eddie spoke up about wanting a bigger break before they do another tour. Jake, his manager, accused Eddie of being lazy and not willing to work for it, whilst Eddie accused him of being a phony and only caring about money. At one point, the band had to separate the two of them so fists wouldn't go flying.

So, as he nurses his beer at another hotel room, laying on silk sheets and dried streams of tears running down his cheeks, he feels the need to talk to someone. He can't call Wayne, although subconsciously he know that should be the first option, he thinks of that stranger, somewhere out there, who has no idea how he is. He bends down to rummage through his pants until he finds what he's looking for. He's surprised when he sees that you have written to him first, the nickname he gave you staring back at him.

5.56pm - Kiwi ''Hi. I would once again like to apologize for my antics last night. Please know that I'm so humiliated!''

Without thinking much about it, Eddie quickly types a reply, hoping you still might be up.

01.13am “Don’t worry about it. You’re entertaining.”

01.15am - Kiwi “Oh, is my despair entertaining you?”

01.15am ''Yes.''

01.16am “I hope I didn't wake you.”

01.17am - Kiwi ''You didn't.'' ''What's your name, by the way?''

Eddies fingers hovered over the keyboard, seconds ticking by. He couldn't give his real name, he'd already made a similar mistake once. He didn't want to lie to you, but seeing as you didn't know who he was anyway, it made feel a little bit less guilty when he offered you a fake name.

01.20am ''It's Kirk.''

01.21am - Kiwi ''Are you from Metallica?''

Eddie smiled - he was outsmarted. Bonus points for liking, or at least knowing Metallica.

01.21am ''What would you do if I say yes?''

01.21am - Kiwi ''Nothing, probably ask you what James Hetfield smells like 😜''

01.22am ''It was nice knowing you, Kiwi girl.'

01.22 am - Kiwi ''KIWI girl?? Wait come back, Kirk's my second favorite!''

01.22am ''I'm here.''

01.23am - Kiwi ''Are we friends now?''

01.24am ''Sure. If you want to be.''

01.24am - Kiwi ''I think so.''

01.25am ''Good, me too.''

01.27am - Kiwi ''Good night, Kirk.''

01.27am ''Good night, Kiwi girl.''

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sweetestofchaos · 3 years ago

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♫ 𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 ♫ Y/N is an American music artist and Seokjin is impressed by her drive ♫ Part 2 ♫

SFW // Interracial Relationship // Strangers to Lovers // 1.5K // Part 1 // Part 3

a/n: dividers made by @benkeibear

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Y/N’s phone dinged with a notification from Twitter, and she glanced down at her phone as she was getting her hair done. Y/N read over the notification twice before she excused herself from the room. Y/N hurried into her bedroom and locked the door behind herself. Was this a joke? Sitting down on the bed, Y/N opened the DM and she inhaled sharply. Seokjin, the mother fucking Kim Seokjin of BTS had messaged her asking if him and his group members could come to her concert.

Y/N wanted to reply right away but she knew she had to go through the proper channels since the standards in Korea were different from the States. Calming herself down, Y/N messaged Seokjin back stating that she would love to have BTS as guests at her concert, however she needed to let her management team know so that they can coordinate with each other.

Y/N and Seokjin both reached out to management and within days it was leaked that BTS would be attending Y/N’s first South Korea tour date thanks to a very excited Seokjin. He didn’t mean to leak the news, but he was just talking on VLive with Namjoon about all the new music they’ve been listening to, and it slipped. Army and Steller were flooding social media with fan art, theories, and nonstop gossip about Y/N’s trip to South Korea before it even happened. Y/N sent Seokjin a message and Seokjin laughed while hiding his blushing face.

“Who is it?” Namjoon asked as he watched his friend fall apart in amusement.

“Y/N – ssi is watching our VLive and she said I should talk about something else.”

Namjoon laughed and bowed into the camera with Seokjin doing the same, “Miahada!”

Namjoon straightened himself up and read over a few of the comments, noticing that almost everyone picked up on Seokjin having Y/N’s phone number. Comments coming in started to get nasty towards Y/N and Seokjin quickly shut that down.

“If you’re going to be rude to our new friend then leave. We don’t want someone like you to be part of Army.”

Y/N was surprised when she arrived in South Korea and the airport was packed with Steller and Army alike. Everyone was shouting and taking pictures, it made Y/N feel welcomed and she took some time to chat, take photos and sign a few autographs before she had to leave. Y/N came to South Korea three days early so she could visit her old friend, enjoy all the good food that she deeply missed and practice a little more on the stage. Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous. She was excited to perform and put on a show but in the back of her mind she was worried that she would disappoint Steller.

Y/N was on her way to the concert hall when she got a phone call from Seokjin. She smiled to herself and put her headphones in before she accepted his call.

“Hey, Seokjin!” Y/N chirped as she adjusted her headphones.

“Hey, are you doing anything today?”

“I’m on my way to rehearsal now. I’m just getting back from my friend's place.”

“You want to grab some food later? We’re gonna get some Korean beef.”

Y/N glances down at her phone to look at the time, “I should be done around six or seven…is that okay?”

“That works. I’ll pick you up around seven thirty, okay?”

“Bet. See you then.”

Rehearsal had a few hiccups, one of the dancers twisted their ankle since he misjudged the distance between himself and another dancer. The sound tech was having issues with the speakers, and it didn’t feel like the air was on at all. During lunch Y/N Facetimed Seokjin, and his smile fell when he saw her defeated face.

“What happened?”

“Two of the dancers got hurt and can’t perform.” Seokjin frowned at Y/N’s words, he’s been in that boat before. Y/N sighed and rubbed a hand over her face as she tried to wipe away her fatigue.

“It’s going to be a longer day than we all planned. We have to rearrange the dancers and I…” Y/N tucked some of her curls behind her ear as she pouted at Seokjin. “I can’t make it out tonight.”

Seokjin sighed in frustration, but he also understood. “We can go out another night. Just take care of yourself and your dancers. You’re gonna be great, I just know it.”

Y/N smiled at Seokjin's encouragement. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?” Seokjin was confused by Y/N’s question.

Y/N stared at Seokjin and shook her head, “Forget it…I have to go, the food just got here.”

“Enjoy your meal and be careful!” Seokjin warned.

Y/N’s eyes crinkled as she laughed, “You got it oppa!”

Seokjin went through half his closet trying to decide what to wear for the concert that night. Jimin was kind enough to give him some advice and helped Seokjin pick his final outfit. It was nothing too fancy, classic black and white Adidas, black jeans, a white t-shirt and a distressed jean jacket with a black snap back to help hide his face. The guys were all set to head out and Seokjin was on edge, would Y/N like his outfit? Would she have time to spare to even give him a second look? Would they finally be able to speak in person face to face? The ride to the venue was uneventful, the guys teased Seokjin and made a bet that he wouldn’t remember how to talk once he was in front of Y/N.

At the venue, Y/N was getting the last of her makeup done. It was almost time for the concert to start and she was excited. It was so loud in the place and Y/N couldn’t even hear herself think. Y/N had a total of three outfits that she would change into.

The first outfit was a pair of ripped boyfriend jeans, navy puma boxer briefs, a navy lace bralette, an army green bomber jacket that had diamonds and pearls encrusted on the arms and simple white open toed heels with diamond ankle straps. The second out was a two piece off the shoulder crop top track suit of sorts in red and black paired with a pair of black chunky heeled boots. The last outfit was Y/N’s favorite, and it was for the last half of the show where she would sing two ballads. The dress was made by Zac Posen, it was deep pink in color, fell off the shoulders and had a plunging back with a soft v neck cut in the front. Y/N paired the dress with crushed velvet pink heels and a silver necklace that had a large tear drop star ruby sitting in the center.

There was a knock at Y/N’s dressing room door and her manager walked in with a smile on his face, “Your boys are here.” Y/N’s eyes doubled in size and the makeup artist along with her manager both laughed. “You want them in here?”

“Y-yeah…”

The manager grabbed BTS and led them to Y/N’s dressing room, “Go on, she’s getting her makeup done.”

BTS filed into the room one after the other, Seokjin being the last and when he saw Y/N sitting in the makeup chair getting highlighter dusted onto her temples he damn near died. Thankfully Jungkook and Hobi were in front of Seokjin as they hid his trembling legs.

“You can take a seat, I’m almost finished…Thank you so much for coming out tonight. It really means a lot to me.”

The makeup artist left the room quickly soon after and you stood to greet the guys. Each one introduced themselves with a hug and when it was Seokjin’s turn his heart pounded in his chest. Y/N felt so much smaller in his arms than he had ever imagined, her brown skin glowed effortlessly, her hair was styled beautifully, and she smelt so fucking good. Seokjin worked hard to keep his eyes on her face as her body screamed to be worshiped. Yoongi chuckled as he watched his friend struggle with every single movement he made. Y/N’s manager came to lead her to the stage and BTS quickly gave her a hug and wished her luck. Again, Seokjin was the last to hug her and Y/N melted in his arms, “You’ll do great!” Seokjin pressed a firm kiss to Y/N’s temple and Y/N’s heart skipped a beat.

The concert was amazing, everything went smoothly and Seokjin was even more in love. How could Y/N’s hips move in such a sensual way? Her voice? Her voice was the sweetest sound ever and Seokjin felt Summer Gravity’s words as they corrupted his soul and stole his innocent mind.

#black!reader #jin x y/n #jin x black reader #soc writes #butterflies #soc bts #kim seokjin #bts #kpop fics #exqueuese me #soc seokjin #soc butterflies

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frauleinfreeshooter · 3 years ago

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♫: three of my muse’s favorite songs

1. Es war ein Edelweiss

Ganz einsam und verlassen an einer Felsenwand… Stolz unter blauem Himmel ein kleines Blümlein stand…

She was too busy checking her boots, so she didn’t sing along. “There is no way you are 24, little Fraulein”, the voice came from above and she raised her face but saw only a dark silhouette against the sun. He was right. The general rule was that only a person of 24 years old and older experienced in combat above the snow line, could join the 1st Mountain Division. Of course, there were exceptions. And, of course, there were lies. “Albert is 18”, she replied, her muscles tensing. “And he isn’t half as good at shooting as I am” “Albert is a man”, the silhouette stroke a match, and the fresh air was soon filled with the bitter smell of tobacco. “Aren’t you supposed to stay at home, wait for a nice fellow returning home a hero from war and give birth to at least two children for the glory of Germany?” The girl finished examining her boots and grimly started putting them on. “Aren’t you supposed to have better things to do than lecturing me?”, she stood up, the silhouette became a person with a real face and a smirk. The superior officer! She was talking back to a superior officer and not just any officer but... “I beg your pardon, sir! I...” “That’s fine, little Fraulein Edelweiss”, he grinned showing his excellent teeth, and let the smoke through nostrils. That made her think of a dragon. “So, good at shooting. What about dancing? Care to promise me a dance?“ Ich konnt' nicht wiederstehen, ich brach das Blümelein… Und schenkte es dem schönsten, herzliebsten Mägdelein. Sometimes first impressions are not so deceiving after all. This person was a dragon.

2. Life on Mars – David Bowie (1971)

Rip loved the atmosphere of the cinema halls. The smell and the comfort of chairs, and the wide-wide-wide screen... Rip loved that and often asked either Zorin, or Captain to join her. And again, and again. They had to take turns going to the cinema with her, because Rip loved watching the movies again and again, and no one was patient enough to do that. Zorin would put her feet in boots on the back of the front seat and sometimes smoke waving everyone away with her right hand, “the lucky hand” as Zorin called it. Once Rip asked Zorin to watch a romantic movie with her and regretted that. Zorin laughed out loud at everything happening on the screen and wouldn’t stop making offensive and very cynical comments with the most polite being “I bet that guy’s stuffing his Unterhosen! Just look at that bulge!”. With Captain Rip did go to romantic movies. Hans was always silent during the films and sometimes Rip liked to pretend that they together were just like other couples. She would place her head on his shoulder during the kiss scenes. He didn’t seem to mind. But sometimes Rip wondered whether Hans was really watching those movies with her as his gaze never shifted and he rarely blinked. Maybe for him, it was more of an excuse to look at something for a long period of time without listening to anyone talking to him. Her love for the movies was a reason she fell in love with this song. Rip felt like that girl from the song who was “hooked to the silver screen”. Because movies were nothing but fantasies. Movies were fake, and the blood there was fake. And the death. So was the love on the screens... fake but somehow better.

“Is there life on Ma-a-ars?”, Rip’s voice was dreamy and sweet, she really loved that song.

3. You give love a bad name - Bon Jovi (1986)

“Shot through the heart! And you're to blame! Darlin', you give love a bad name!”, Rip put down the lipstick and looked at the mirror. Her lips were scarlet and sensual, her eyelashes were long thanks to mascara and she had to take her glasses off not to mark lenses with black dots. Tonight she felt beautiful. Tonight she put on high-heeled shoes and perfume. And a garter belt. And silk dress as scarlet as her lipstick. “Oh, you're a loaded gun, yeah...”, she was singing aloud now, and this song was about her. She was a loaded gun. The night was warm, the breeze was mild and she ended up carrying her high-heeled shoes when they decided to have a walk on the beach. At first, waves were licking her bare feet... then – not anymore. She was carrying her high-heeled shoes while she herself was being carried.

A real date. The tide was high. Shells were quietly singing their song, and Rip closed her eyes enjoying every second of those salty kisses. Her scarlet lipstick left some marks. Others were left on her pale skin. The trail of those wet, hungry kisses going down, down, all the way down... Her silk scarlet dress got really rumpled but... She was to blame.

#rip van winkle #zorin blitz #captain #thank you for asking!#headcanon

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carminecandles · 4 months ago

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♫⋆｡ I hate myself for loving you ₊ ♪˚

prologue here

chapter one here

desc: punk!f!munson!reader and sub!Steve Harrington are not too fond of each other. However, unspoken tension becomes unbearable when stopping at a motel on a group trip, you both have no choice but to share a bed. Will you two settle your differences or find other ways to make the other shut up?

Chapter 2: like the sun and moon

(tw: toxic dynamics)

Shortly thereafter, you toss and turn in your sleep. Steve sees the look of distress on your face and reaches out, hand hovering over your shoulder, wondering if he should wake you up.

You dream about the upside down again, the memories still haunting you as they still do for all of you guys. Steve watches your body tense and trash, clearly in the grip of a nightmare.

When you yell out he immediately shakes you awake gently, so that the sudden intrusion wouldn’t startle you further. "No, no. You're dreaming, y/n. It's okay," he whispered, grabbing you and pulling you into his arms as soon as you shoot up in horror.

You tremble a little, still too disoriented to realize Steve was holding you tight against him, rubbing your back in attempt to soothe you. Soon you steady your breath, the worry slowly draining out of your body as you realize you're safe, that you all are. As you come back down to reality you pull away from Steve, as if you were suddenly remembering that you're enemies.

Steve feels a little disappointed, an emptiness filling the space where he had just held you. "Are you okay?" he asks softly, his voice low and gentle.

"Yeah…" you reply a bit too harshly to cover up the shakiness in your voice. Steve understands your defensiveness all to well, knowing that vulnerability is terrifying, especially in front of someone you're supposed to hate. He doesn't push you to talk more as you hide behind a wall a toughness.

You drag a hand across your face. Steve's concern eventually gets the better of him and he asks, "Was it the monsters or something?"

You nod slowly, avoiding his gaze. He tries to lighten the mood and says, "Hey, at least I was okay in it, right? I was probably fighting them off and being cool."

The memories of Steve protecting you guys come back, and maybe it did look kind of cool but you'd never give him the satisfaction of admitting it. "Are you forgetting your dumbass keeps getting beat to the point of near death?"

Steve feels irritated at your jab. "It's not my fault the upside down keeps trying to kill me."

"And Billy, and the Russians, and--"

"Okay, enough. Point taken, I guess. I do have a bad habit of getting my ass kicked," he says with a resigned sigh, not wanting you to push it in any further. He's been through it more times than he can probably count, and it never gets any easier.

The shift in conversation offers you relief from the horrors you just relieved, and you chuckle. "It's gonna catch up to you someday, man."

Steve shakes his head in mock annoyance, secretly glad you're back to your teasing self and not the panicked mess you were earlier. He can't help but smile at the sound of your chuckle again. "Oh come on, I always manage to survive. Like a cockroach."

"You kinda look like one too," you say, trying to deny to yourself that you actually found him attractive.

"Excuse me? Are you calling me ugly? Well, you're one to talk. You're not exactly some model yourself," he says, though it's the opposite of how he truly feels.

"At least I can admit that," you retort. Steve might be pretty, but he knows it, damnit. That's what gets on your nerves.

"Hey, I might just be the best-looking guy in Hawkins."

You roll your eyes. "'Cause Billy's dead? It's not like you have other things going for you anyway."

He scoffs. "I do!"

"Name one."

"Well, let's see. I'm pretty good at basketball, I'm a loyal friend, and I'm quite charming if I do say so myself," he says.

"You were a sh*t captain who kept Hawkins from being in the championship or winning for years."

"Not true, I was a great one!" "As for the 'friends,' you make fun of them, jerk. And charming, my ass. You probably repel women."

Steve gives up on trying to defend himself, knowing it's pointless and you'll keep going at your brutal takedown. He secretly knows you're right but it doesn't make it hurt any less to hear it said out loud. That damn smirk, he thinks. Who does she think she is to constantly want to humble me?

"Yeah, yeah, you're a real know-it-all. You always gotta be right, don't you?" he says sarcastically, annoyed by your smugness but also feels a bit of begrudging respect that you never stand down.

"Because I am always right," you say, jokingly.

Steve shakes his head in disbelief at your confidence. "You've got a real ego problem, you know that? You think everyone else are just incompetent idiots." "Not everyone, just you," you say, trying to get under his skin.

"What did I do to deserve your harsh judgment? Other than saving your ass multiple times?"

You knew that it was true, he has saved you, and you him. "So that immediately makes up for everything you did? Besides you were just tryna be a hero and all that, and I can take care of myself you know."

He almost laughs at your stubbornness. "You can take care of yourself, huh? I guess that's why you almost got mauled by those demodogs. You'd be dead right now if it wasn't for me."

"You would be too," you say. Steve won't admit it outright either. You've both saved each other's asses many times before.

"That doesn't change the fact that you're a stubborn, know-it-all who's allergic to admitting you need help sometimes."

You know there's truth to his words deep down. "And you're just a narcissistic wannabe hero who wants to show off and have people cheer for you all the time."

Steve feels a stab of anger. "And you're just a cynic who refuses to see the good in anything, always assuming the worst in people."

"I just see the truth, and I don't think you're all that. You need to be knocked down a few pegs."

"Oh really? And you think you're the one to that, huh?" "But I have been doing that," you say, thinking of how you refused to put up with his bullsh*t and called him out for his attitude since the day you met.

"I'm not just gonna roll over and take it, you know?"

"Obviously why you're insufferable."

A small smirk tugs the corner of his mouth. "Says you. You're just as insufferable, actually more so."

You huff, running out of comebacks. "You can't offend me if I don't care about your opinion anyway."

Steve finds this ridiculous and tries to rile you up further. "If you don't care about my opinion, why are you still here arguing with me at two in the morning?"

"Because you f*cking woke me up!"

"I didn't do it on purpose, you were the one thrashing around and screaming my name in your sleep."

"Not like that, damn it," you joke.

Steve smirks, knowing he pushed the right buttons. "What's the matter? Don’t like being called out on your subconscious love of me?"

"Oh you wish, Harrington," you deny quickly. "That would sure feed your ego, wouldn't it?"

He knows he hit a nerve and continues. "Come on, don't pretend. It's not like it's a secret you've got a little thing for me."

"No, sorry dude but you remain b*tchless and desperate," you say.

"Ha, you're one to talk. You're single too, in case you've forgotten. So we're both b*tchless and desperate."

"Well at least not the desperate part, if I wanted to I can get almost anyone I want." Steve chuckles at your confidence, finding it both obnoxious and attractive. "If you're so irresistible why aren’t you taken, then?"

He had a point, you thought. But you weren't looking to date at the moment. At least that's what you say to yourself. Sure, you have had casual flings lately but… something is holding you back from more. Your feelings lie elsewhere. "Well maybe I'm just not interested in anything serious."

"Figures. You just want to have your fun and move on."

"Hypocrite, much? That's what you used to do."

He remembers his past reputation for going through girls like they're disposable, knowing he can't argue with the accusation since he had his fair share of using girls for fun and moving on when he gets bored. "That's in the past okay? I'm not that guy anymore."

"Well in my eyes you still are just a heartless douche." You couldn't stand his 'King Steve' persona.

Normally Steve wouldn't give two sh*ts what people still thought of him but for some reason your opinion irritated him, and he couldn't understand why it even matters.

"And to me you're a defiant nuisance. You think you're some sort of rebel, with all that anti-conformity feminist blah blah blah."

"Shut up, you're just a mindless former jock that was obsessed with the stupid social hierarchy."

He scoffs. Did you still see him as nothing more than a brainless cog in the machine that is the high school hierarchy? It's been long since graduation, for crying out loud. "You really think that's all I am? Some mindless jock that only cares about popularity?"

"Well yeah, you were a total d*ck like every other popular kid, and probably still are… you couldn't have changed THAT much even though you pretend," you say, still hesitant to trust him after your guys' past.

Steve feels frustrated that you don’t acknowledge he's changed, that his past actions don't define his entire character. "So I'm still a d*ck even though I went through hell and back saving the world more than once? Risking my life countless times to protect my friends and a town that hates me? You think that counts for nothing?"

You knew he had truly changed, you saw it firsthand. But you just couldn't admit to him now when you're put on the defensive. "Town that hates you? Pfft. Please, your little daddy's rich and respected, you spoiled boy."

That mention of his dad feels like a punch in the gut. "You're gonna bring him into this now? You think having a rich dad makes everything easier? You know nothing."

"I'm the town freak here. A f*cking Munson, and thanks to my cousin I get called a Satanist and trailer trash on a daily basis. You can't know what that's like." You don't mention that Steve himself even called you insults somewhere along those lines, plus the ones that hurt the most were about your sexuality, which you used to keep hidden for a reason. Even though he might be accepting now but it wasn't always the case.

Steve can't argue that he knows what it's like to be hated and ostracized by the town in the way you are. "Okay, that's different. But it doesn't mean I don't have problems too. And you seriously believe I was the same arrogant prick I was back in high school?"

"Well I wouldn't know, you're still such a pain."

A pain. That's all he is to you. He doesn't know why it hurts despite being a common insult you've thrown at him. "And you're so f*cking pleasant all the time."

You roll your eyes, knowing you can't deny it.

Steve found you infuriating, but he can't bring himself to hate you for it. He was oddly attracted to your fiery personality. "You just love being the pain in my ass don't you," he scoffs.

"I can cause another pain in your ass," you say, chuckling.

Steve pauses. You're just referring to something violent… right? "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

"Have you ever been pegged, Harrington?" you say, only half-joking.

Steve nearly chokes on his saliva but quickly composes himself, not letting you get the satisfaction of seeing his reaction. "What the hell kind of question is that?!"

"I was kidding," you say with a laugh, watching the pink rise in his cheeks. Secretly you want to do it, but you force the thoughts to stop distracting you.

"Yeah, yeah. Real funny," he grumbles. Steve hides his curiosity under a façade of irritation. He hadn't actually, but he wouldn't mind it being done by you.

"You still always seem to have something shoved up your ass though, except not as pleasant."

"You're the one with a stick up your ass, not me," he replies.

"Fine, fine. But I'd shove one-" "Woah, you're threatening me right now?" he says as you chuckle, his eyes narrowing. "What's so funny? You really think you can take me in a fight? You might have some muscles sure, but you're still a chick. I could pin you down in seconds."

You try to resist the urge to tell him to do it, as tempting as it was. But you smile and say, "Is that a challenge, Harrington?"

With that he lunges, unable to resist the opportunity to prove his point and wrap his arms around you, using his weight to press you onto the bed. "Since you're so eager to get your ass kicked."

Your foot connects with his side, and he grunts, feeling a stings where you hit him. "Jesus, ow! What was that for?"

He lets go of you and glares, rubbing his side. You use this moment to flip you two over, and Steve was caught off guard. You were back in the same position as earlier in the night, straddling him again. You couldn't resist shifting your hips to get comfortable and he has to back a moan. Instead he focuses on your smug grin and how you're mocking him to ignore the feel of you on him.

"You like getting your ego stroked like this, huh?" At that you put your hand over his mouth to shut him up.

He was about to protest some more but feels his cheeks warm up with the way you're dominating him, feeling both humiliated and aroused at being silenced like this. He hates how much he likes this but keeps his face expressionless so you don't know how much you're affecting him.

Steve tries to speak again but your hand muffles his words, making them unintelligible. All he can do is glare up at you, trapped beneath you. You pin him down harder, squeezing his body with your thighs. Steve lets out a muffled groan and bites your hand.

You let out a sharp gasp. "Ow!"

Steve grins and says sarcastically, "Oops, sorry about that." But he knows he's not sorry at all.

"Let me go, you're squeezing me too tight," he says.

"No," you reply firmly as he squirms.

"You can't just keep me pinned here forever, you know," he says, even though the thought of being trapped under you was turning him on a little too much, imagining what else you can do while he's like this.

Your thoughts drift to similar places and you grab the sheets, using them to tie Steve's hands together. He is shocked but also aroused by the restraints, struggling against them to no avail. The knots near his wrists are too tight and he lies helpless under you.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing…" he grumbles.

You stuff the remaining end of the sheets into his mouth and he tries to spit out the makeshift gag. "Now I can sleep in peace," you say.

Steve wants to yell at you, tell you to get off of him but he can't, and he's both frustrated and aroused by being bound and gagged like this, completely at your mercy. He feels your body press between his legs, making his mind go blank. You hold him down so you can't kick up at you and he wiggles, trying to hide his growing erection.

You shift your hips, acting as though it was just to comfortable, and Steve tries to hold back a moan, coming out as a muffled whimper through the gags. He feels vulnerable and exposed beneath you and hates how it turns him on. He's torn between wanting you to keep going and want to escape from the position you put him in. Each slight movement of your hips drives him crazy, his senses overwhelmed.

He tugs again against the restraints, feeling the fabric in his mouth getting soaked with his saliva. He looks up, eyes meeting yours and silently begging. But he feels heat shoot through him as you smirk down at him, enjoying the power you have over him and the contact as you 'accidentally' grind against him. With his wrists tied he couldn't push you off, but the situation ignites something in him.

Steve has to remind himself that he hates you, that he's supposed to be fighting this, but it gets harder to remember why. He feels a bit embarrassed at his lack of control, how you've reduced him to a helpless mess, since he's used to being the one in charge. Yet he wants you despite everything, and hates himself for enjoying this so much. He gives up fighting and accepts this position, feeling you lean in closer, your breath ghosting over his skin.

Your lips almost touch his neck, and he silently wills you to continue, but you suddenly snap out of your lustful daze and realize what is happening, pulling back.

Steve groans, looking up at you frustrated for playing with him like this, but you get off him, realizing you got way too carried away. Steve feels both relief and disappointment as you get off his body and starts struggling against the restraints against, trying to free himself and speak again so he can tell you off for what you just did to him.

You remove the gag and the untie the sheets, and Steve lets out a breath, collecting himself and rubbing his wrists a little, feeling the soreness from where the fabric dug in. He's not going to tell you that a part of him liked it and wanted you to keep him that way.

"What the hell was that?!" he says, hiding the slight hoarseness in his voice from the gag. Steve was still aroused from your little power play, making him more irritable than usual.

"I was just uh.. Shutting you up." You try to hide how much it excited you to see him bound, eyes begging… F*ck.

His pride was a little wounded by the implication that you can just shut him up whenever you want. "You can't just gag me whenever I say something you don’t like. I have a right to speak my mind, you know."

"Whatever. That was for pinning me down earlier."

"Yeah, well, you started it."

"You were provoking me and deserved it," you say.

"Yeah, well, you didn't have to gag me like that. That was a bit excessive, don't you think?"

You have to admit he's right, but maybe you just wanted to give in to your desires and have him at your mercy. It was quite arousing, honestly.

"You're enjoying this aren't you? Power going to your head, huh?" he scoffs.

"Now you’re making me sound like the jerk here," you respond.

"Oh, I'm making you sound like the jerk? Who's the one who just had me tied up and gagged like some kind of prisoner?"

You can't help the smirk that plays on your lips. "Maybe you're just more pleasant that way, without your cocky attitude."

"Cocky attitude? That's just my personality, sweetheart. Can't handle a little sass?”

"Nah, I like you better silenced," you say, not letting him know how much this is getting you.

Steve knows he should feel offended, but there's something about your assertiveness that he can't help but find hot. He tries to keep up his bravado but he's never had someone take control like this before, it was both exhilarating and infuriating.

"Oh, is that right? You like me better when I can't talk back to you, huh? So, what? You're just gonna gag me every time I piss you off now?"

You bite back, "I just might."

"And what if I fight you? What if I don't want to be silenced like that?" Secretly he feels heat in his stomach at the thought of you doing it again.

"You can try, Harrington," you say with a teasing smirk.

You keep saying my name like that and I'll make you scream it, he thinks. "Oh, I'll fight. Don't think you can just gag me whenever you want, sweetheart. I'm not some helpless puppy you can just tie up and keep quiet."

"Unfortunately," you retort.

Steve ignores the fact that he likes when you take charge. "Yeah, well, you just wait. Someday I'm gonna get you back for this, you know that, right?"

"Oh wow, I'm so scared," you say sarcastically. "Just go to sleep."

He pouts a little at your dismissive tone. "Yeah, whatever. Don't tell me what to do."

Still, Steve knows he should listen. He's tired and frustrated and lets out a sigh, laying down. You roll over and pull the crumpled up sheets over yourself. He stares at the back of your head, wanting to pull you closer but doesn't, knowing that it will just give you more power over him if you know what he wants.

Despite trying to keep a distance between you two, the bed is so small that your bodies brush against each other again. Steve ignores the way his pulse quickens, torn between maintaining his pride and wanting to press against you.

"Haven't you heard of space?" you bark.

"Like this is my fault, punk. Maybe if you stopped hogging the bed--"

"I'm not the one hogging the bed! I'm basically falling off the edge here."

"Oh, poor you. Cry me a river, princess. We're sharing a bed, which means we're going to be close. Get used to it."

"Don't you dare call me that!" you spat.

Steve grins at your irritation. "You're acting like one, all spoiled and demanding. Get over it."

You reach behind you to slap him lightly. "Hey! Watch it!" Steve yelps.

He rubs his shoulder dramatically as you roll your eyes and turn back around. The sting from the contact mixes with arousal and he lays there for a moment, trying to get a grip on his emotions and desires.

"You didn't have to slap me, you know," Steve grumbles.

"Yeah, I know. But I wanted to."

He huffs at your unapologetic response, not surprised that you've resorted to physical violence again when he gets on your nerves. "Yeah I can tell. You always gotta hit me whenever I get under your skin, do you?"

"Can you just shut up for once in your f*cking life?!" you say, exasperated.

Steve glares. "Oh, so now you're complaining about me being too loud? I can't win with you can, I? First it was too cocky, now too loud, what's next, huh?"

"God I hate you," you say.

"Well I hate you more, princess," he grumbles. Yet, deep down, there was an undeniable tension neither wanted to acknowledge.

"I told you not to call me that!" you say, frustrated.

Steve smirks at your indignation. "What, are you gonna slap me again if I call you princess? Go ahead, I dare you."

"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you? I'm starting to think you might have a masochistic streak," you remark with a chuckle.

"Nah, I just like pissing you off. You're always mocking me, it's a wonder I haven't strangled you yet."

You roll your eyes, knowing he's probably enjoying getting a rise out of you. "Back at ya babe," you respond sarcastically.

Babe. The nickname sends a shiver through his body. Now that's a new level of mocking, he thinks, trying to keep up his annoyed façade. But it's getting harder to stay grumpy when you're being so casually infuriating.

Steve shifts a little on the bed, feeling his body press against yours even more. The sheets get twisted and tangled as they move, the fabric rubbing against his skin as he looks at the back of your head, your hair messy from sleep.

"You're really testing my patience tonight, you know that?" he says.

"You don’t think you are? I don’t know how I’m gonna put up with you till morning," you reply, your comment causing him to roll his eyes at your persistence.

"Oh, now you're acting like I'm the only one causing trouble here? You tied me up and gagged me earlier, remember? And now you're complaining about me being annoying? That's rich."

You can't help but chuckle. "Well we're stuck here together, like it or not.” And just my luck, you thought. Here with Mr. Perfect Hair.

Steve hates that you find this situation amusing. But at the same time, the sound of your laugh is kind of cute, even if it's at his expense. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You think this is so funny, don't you?"

"Well it's way too easy to get you riled up."

"Yeah, well, you just make it too easy to be annoyed with you. You're like a damn mosquito, always buzzing around and biting me."

"A mosquito really? Running out of insults?"

"Oh, come on, you know I could insult you better than that. I'm just... sleepy. And frustrated. And annoyed. So, you know, cut me some slack, princess," he grumbles.

"I thought I told you not to-" You sigh. "You’re the princess here. A big one at that too."

"Excuse me? You're the one being dramatic, who goes around slapping and tying people up like a damn psycho. Don't try to act like you're some saint." Steve's mind replays the memory of you binding and gagging him earlier, recalling how your body felt against his while you did it. He shakes the thought away, trying to focus on his anger instead.

Eventually, he just sighs. "Look, we’re stuck here. Can we just try to get through one night without biting each other’s heads off?”

You roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. “Maybe if you stopped acting like you’re better than everyone, it would be easier.”

“Better than— Are you serious?” He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at you. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know enough,” you muttered, but your voice lacked its usual bite.

There was a moment of silence, a beat where neither of you spoke. Then, with a soft, almost resigned exhale, Steve lays back down.

“Maybe you’re right,” he said quietly. “But I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to be better.”

You turned your head to look at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice. For a moment, the facade dropped, and you saw the person beneath the bravado.

“Yeah, well… maybe I’m trying too,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

The tension between you shifted, softened. You roll onto your side again, grateful Steve hadn’t made some smart remark about you finally admitting you were in the wrong too.

He shifts a little, but freezes when he feels your back against his body, the contact making his breath hitch. His mind is a mess of conflicting emotions – irritation, frustration, desire. He tries to rein in his response, telling himself that he shouldn't be feeling this way about someone who annoys him so much.

You try to move away but it only gets worse -- your ass now pressing against him, making you blush.

Steve swears under his breath as a certain part of him reacts immediately. "Christ, can you move any further back? We're practically together here."

"I'm trying, goddamnit. Want me to fall off?!"

He swallows hard as he feels you wriggling around trying to move further away, the movement only serving to grind your body against his even more. "Just… stop moving."

You sigh and stop moving, feeling an odd sense of disappointment, kinda missing the friction. No, what the f*ck, you mentally scold yourself.

Steve's back remains pressed against the wall while you're on the edge the bed. "You done moving around now? Can you just stay still for a second?"

Now you move again just out of spite and Steve inadvertently presses himself into you in all the wrong (and right) ways.

"Get away f*ckface," you say, your harsh words a stark contrast to the way your body is pressed against his. Yet you have no intention of changing your guys's current position.

"Get away? I'm literally pinned against the wall here. Not exactly much space for me to move, in case you haven't noticed," he says, but secretly grateful.

Steve shifts to find a more comfortable position but it results in him pressing even closer into you, making you nearly gasp. He feels your breathing getting shorter and your body trembling slightly, the tension building with each passing second.

"You're shaking," he says, the words coming out more like a whisper than he intended.

"I'm… just cold," you reply. Steve smirks and shifts even closer, if it was possible.

"What are you doing?" you whisper.

"Just uh, sharing the warmth. It’s not like I want you to catch a cold."

"Then why don't you give me more of that damn blanket," you say, pulling it off of him with a smirk.

He looks down, the cold air hitting his bare skin and making him realize he has nothing on but boxers. "Jesus, you could've warned me before taking away my only cover. Now I'm freezing."

"Deal with it," you say with a subtle glance over him.

He pulls the blanket back, covering himself up. "It'd be easier if we shared the damn thing," he mutters.

You huff. "Well why are you wearing f*cking boxers in the first place?!"

Steve grumbles in frustration. "I didn't exactly plan on sharing a bed with someone tonight okay? Let alone you. It's not like I knew I had to wear my warmest pajamas just in case."

You just roll your eyes and get up to close the window.

Steve watches you as you move, his eyes drifting down your body. "You're no better. You're practically naked." "It's not like I knew either!" you say, heating up now that you're aware of his gaze. You get back into bed and pull the covers over yourself.

"Seriously? Can you give me some of the damn blanket, at least? I'm freezing my ass off here."

"I just closed the window!" you say.

"Closing the damn window doesn't magically make the room warm, you know. I'm still cold."

You ignore him and roll over, glancing at the clock. "3am already? I would've kept sleeping if you didn't wake me up."

"Hey, you’re the one screaming and flailing around with that nightmare," he says looking at you, his irritation flaring up again.

"Like that's my fault? You weren't sleeping anyway!"

"Yeah, I wasn't sleeping because you're so damn noisy. Every move you make in your sleep makes this damn bed creak, and it's keeping me awake."

"Well just shut up okay? Or I'll-" "Or what huh? You'll slap me again? Nothing you do is gonna scare me, you know."

"Whatever. We need to sleep." You roll your eyes and try to get comfortable with Steve's proximity.

"Can you stop shifting around so damn much? You're making it impossible to sleep," he says.

"You're the one that’s all up on me!"

"Hey, it's not my fault we're stuck in this damn bed together." He shifts a little, feeling the heat radiating off of your body. "F*ck, you're making this so damn hard."

You snicker. "You're the one who's hard."

He rolls his eyes, embarrassed at your observation even though he tried to hide it from you. "Shut up. It's not like I can control that."

"Well it's f*cking weird. Get it away from me."

"You think I don't know that? I can't exactly just will it away, you know."

You want to make a flirty comment about helping him out but stop yourself in time. Instead, you roll over in hopes it's better but it only makes it worse as your fronts now press together.

Steve can feel each of your breaths and it only strengthens his desire. "God this is not helping. This position is even worse than the last one."

"You think I don't know that?"

He shifts and his erection unknowingly rubs against your stomach, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. "Jesus, this is torture."

"You don't say," you grumble. Your body feels like it's on fire from being this close to him.

"Can you just... I don't know, stop breathing so heavily or something? You're making me insane," he says.

"Oh you want me to stop breathing now?"

Steve huffs. "No, smartass, I mean stop breathing so damn loudly. You sound like you just ran a marathon or something."

"I’m breathing normally, you’re just annoyed for no reason," you say in denial.

"No you're not, you're breathing like you just sprinted up a mountain or something. It's driving me crazy."

"You’re the one who keeps squirming around!" you say.

Steve heats up in embarrassment. "Well it's not exactly easy to get comfortable with you pressed up against me like this."

You try to move back a little but it just causes more friction. Steve holds back a moan by biting his lip. "Stop moving, jeez."

He realizes as you move away that you're about to slip out of the bed. "Hey, careful," he says, quickly reaching out to grab you, his hand grabbing your hip to pull you back from the edge, closer to him.

His hand on your hip makes your body react in ways you can't control. "Why do you care anyway? Thought you wanted me to sleep on the floor."

"I just don't want you falling out and cracking your head open or something, okay? It would be a pain in the ass having to call an ambulance in the middle of the night."

"Right." You roll your eyes. "Cause that would ruin your nonexistent sleep."

"It's not like it's easy to sleep when you keep tossing and turning like you're having a damn seizure or something," he replies. Steve keeps his grip firm on your hip, acutely aware of the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips. He tells himself to let go but his hand somehow doesn't move. He can feel his willpower slipping away as he looks at you, your face so close he can almost count every individual lash on your eyelids.

Your pulse quickens as his hand subconsciously tightens on you, fingers slightly digging into your flesh. "What are you doing dude? I'm not falling off the bed anymore, jeez."

Steve knows he's been holding on to you way longer than necessary and snaps out of his thoughts by your voice. "Yeah, I know, I was just… making sure, okay?" He winces at how obvious he's being and lets go, seeing faint marks on your skin that his fingers left and realizing he's been gripping your hip like his life depends on it.

He feels a surge of embarrassment and guilt at unintentionally hurting you. "Sorry… I didn't mean to grip you so hard."

"Harrington apologizing? That's a first," you say, secretly wishing he hadn't let you go.

He was about to say something smartass in response but he gets distracted when he catches the way your teeth bite into your lip. Steve swallows hard, his throat suddenly feeling dry as he thinks about what it would be like to kiss you. He leans in just a fraction of an inch closer…

"Steve?"

He pulls away, the sound of his name on your lips reminding him of the fact you're supposed to be enemies. "What?" he says gruffly.

His sudden distance jolts you out of your very similar thoughts. You hate him, you tell yourself. "Nothing."

"Then shut up and go to sleep."

"I'm trying. You're the one grabbing me."

"Gee, sorry for trying to be a decent human being."

"For once," you retort sarcastically.

"Yeah well, at least I'm not some stubborn ass punk-ass chick who never shuts up and pisses me off all the goddamn time."

"Just go to sleep goddamnit," you say, filled with frustration.

"Fine. I will. It’ll be nice not having to hear your annoying voice for once," he says, rolling over, and turning his back to you. "And you better not keep moving around like a damn fish out of water."

"You're one to talk," you reply and shut your eyes.

Steve closes his eyes as well but as the minutes drag on, neither of you can sleep. His mind kept replaying the moment he'd been holding your hip. He turns and tries to remind himself of all the reasons he shouldn't be thinking about you like this -- the fights, the insults, the fact you're enemies. But he can't get his mind off of your body, the way your thighs press together as you shift around, the smooth expanse of your skin… his resolve weakened with each moment.

You sigh, realizing you could not sleep at all like this, and open your eyes, a little startled to see Steve's staring right back.

Steve feels a jolt of surprise when your eyes meet his, he hadn't realized you were awake and feels a little embarrassed to be caught staring. Still, it was impossible for him to look away.

The hint of light from between the blinds catches in Steve's brown irises and you stare at the way they reflect the moonlight. His gaze feels like a physical touch, making you shiver involuntarily.

"What are you doing?" he whispers, his heart pounding in his chest.

"What are you doing?"

"I uh… couldn't sleep."

"Me either," you say, your eyes traveling down the stretch of bare skin, seeing the dots of moles and freckles on his neck and chest that you long to taste.

"What… what are you looking at?" he says a little shakily despite trying to keep his voice steady. He can feel his muscles tense under your scrutiny.

You look away. "Nothing. Jesus, can't you put a shirt on?"

"What, is my bare chest bothering you?" he smirks, knowing you like what you see but are stubborn as usual.

"Ew, yes. Your hairy chest is gross as f*ck and you keep touching me with it."

"Oh you're so dramatic, it's not gross. You just have bad taste," he says, shifting closer so his chest brushes against yours again.

You fake gag and try to move away but Steve grabs your waist, amused by your exaggerated reaction. "Relax, it's just hair. It's not like it will bite you," he says with a chuckle. "Besides, you're gonna fall off if you keep moving back."

You don't say anything as he pulls you closer to him, his thumb rubbing small circles on the soft skin there. "You really are terrible at staying still, you know that?"

Steve squeezes your waist a little tighter, enjoying how you squirm against him. His fingers move down to edge the fabric of your shirt, slipping under to run along your stomach teasingly.

"And you talk too much, you know that?" you whisper lowly in response, pressing your hips up against his.

"Why don't you shut me up then?" he whispers against your ear.

"Is that a challenge?' You say with a smirk, not waiting for a response as you roll on top of him in one quick motion, your mouth hovering just above his. Steve's face is flushed with surprise at the sudden movement and you capture his lips in a rough, possessive kiss.

chapter 3 (smut warning) here

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{+18} – Cherry Blossom & Tangerines – Trafalgar Law x Y/n – Part 1

Modern AU. Living in Seoul, SK. Everybody is alive.

No spoilers.

Female reader. No physical descriptions. Everybody is +18, canon ages. Chopper is human.

No tw warnings. This chapter is SFW. A little bit of Nami x Vivi & ZoSan.

A/N: I haven’t had the chance to visit South Korea due to Covid, so everything included is pure research. I love the Korean culture and I’m even learning the language, so I wanted to inspire this AU in Seoul and Jeju Island. Excuse me in advance if there is something that’s not 100% accurate! Keep in mind is purely inspired ♥

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31059467

» List of parts: {P1} {P2} {P3} {P4} {P5} {P6}«

Word Count: 3.7K

Part 1

“♫ Take my hands now, you are the cause of my euphoriaaa ♪”, BTS was blasting into my earphones. I was walking through the little streets of my hood, a soft breeze playing around with some strands of my hair and the last traces of winter were showing as little buds were preparing to bloom and flood the streets with pink and white Sakura flowers.

I gazed at my phone, the clock showed 8 a.m. “Cool, I got enough time to buy some coffee”, I thought, as my classes were starting in about an hour. The bus trip takes around 30 minutes for me to get to the university. Luckily next to the bus stop was my fave coffee - and flower- shop, “Donquixote Coffee & Flowers”. It was run by two brothers, Rosinante and Doflamingo. They were complete opposites, so they decided to sell flowers and coffee because they couldn’t agree. I’m really grateful, though, I love their cold brew as much as the flowers they sell.

“Good morning, you beautiful angel, what can I get for you today?”, greeted me, the blond man that always wears some type of red hat on his hair, and perhaps even a little bit of red lipstick. “Good morning, Rosi! Today I’m having a few heavy classes, surgery, neurology and pathology, so I’m up for a strong coffee to keep me up all morning”, I said smiling. “Ugh, I see, my son is on finals season and he has been drinking coffee to survive, you should see his dark circles”, replied the kind barista. “Oh Lord yes, the finals season is terrible”, I told him, sighing. I handed him my tumbler, asking him to please fill it up.

While waiting for my cold brew to be served, I wandered around the other part of the shop, through flowerpots deciding what type of bouquet I’ll be buying next time I visit them. Apparently, the other Donquixote brother wasn’t at work today, so I kept admiring the flower colours, without interruptions.

When my beverage was served, I thanked Rosinante and headed out to the bus stop. I let my taste buds rejoice with the sweet chocolatey flavour, mixed with bitterness of the coffee. “Rosinante makes coffee better than Doflamingo, they should change positions…”, I thought.

Finally, the bus was there, so I hopped on it, passed my card but the machine kept showing an “error” on the display. “Great, just what I needed. I’m calling an Uber, then…”. I was about to hop off from the bus, when a complete stranger used his bus card and said, “Don’t worry, it’s on me today”. I turned towards the stranger in solidarity to thank him, and oh my god, what a handsome guy. Well, at least what I could see of him. He was wearing a face mask, a white with black dots hoodie and I could only see his eyes that were crystalline grey. I mumbled, “Tha… thanks!”, but before anything else could be said an old lady started shouting from behind us to hurry up. I rushed to the back of the bus and sat on a single seat next to the window. The guy that paid my trip was sitting a few seats in front of mine, took a manga off his backpack and began to read.

I was lost on the tattoos on his hands, how cool he looked, and wondered about his name, and what type of work he may do.

When I got to my stop, I saw how the grey-eyed boy also stood up and hopped off the bus from the front door. “Oh, does he study on the same campus?” I thought and got off. I was about to see where he was going, but I received a text from Chopper.

Dr. Tony Tony Chopper ♥ > “Morning future doc, Dr. Marco asked us to go straight to hospital today, we will be attending an amazing surgery!”. “Y e s!” I celebrated, I love surgeries, especially with our young professor Dr. Marco. I headed to the U teaching hospital and reunited with Chopper.

Chopper and I have been friends since we started pre-med school, he is the sweetest boy, we’ve been struggling together with study, but we thrive to survive until med school.

“Good morning sweetie, ready for surgery today? “I waved at Chopper, and he, as cute as he is, shouted “YES YES YES!”, while making little jumps in his place. We went to our lockers and got ready.

My friend and I managed to get good places in the amphitheater. Next to us a bunch of other students were ready to take notes and learn surgical techniques from Dr. Phoenix Marco, as well.

The young blond doctor entered the operating theatre, looked up and saluted us, “Welcome my fellow students, are you ready for today’s operation? I’m having too young last year students with me today. Say hello to Mr. Stevenson and Mr. Trafalgar. Is gonna be their first surgery with an audience, so be gentle to them, all right?”.

The surgery started and I couldn’t stop looking at one of the young practitioners, “Do I know him? he looks familiar…”. “Oi, Chopper, do we know him?”, I asked my partner. “I don’t think so, Y/n. Plus I can’t even see his face with the surgical mask and stuff…, but I’ve heard that surname before. I don’t quite remember, but if I do, I’ll tell you”, Chopper replied.

The patient was being taken to the recovery area, the surgery had been a success, and Dr. Phoenix was complimenting his students, especially the guy named Trafalgar. He seemed like a brilliant student and probably Dr. Marco would call him to operate with him more often. We left the amphitheatre and headed to our next classes.

It was already 5 pm and our classes were over. I headed to the bus stop after saying goodbye to my friend and put my headphones on to relax while waiting.

Luckily, this time my travel card worked, so I sat with no problems on the site I usually choose next to the window, because I love to watch the views of campus when spring is coming. I took my phone once the bus left the university and made his way into the city. I texted Vivi, my roommate, “Baby, do you want me to bring something special to eat for tonight? I’m coming home, but going to the convenience store first, so you tell me. xoxo”. Vivi replied faster with a “oi babe, bring chocolate pls. When you come back, I have something to tell you! Nami told me an awesome idea. Oh, and pls, tell Luffy to check his phone”.

My dear Vivi, if she could eat anything for the rest of her life, that would be for sure chocolate…. His girlfriend Nami is one of my best friends, I wonder what she has in mind. I hopped off the bus, two stops before mine, so I could go to my friend's convenience store.

“Oi oi oi oi, Y/n. How are you doing???” Luffy greets me into the store with a big smile. He is also one of my best friends, I’ve known him since I’ve started med school, as well as Nami. They were friends with Chopper before me, so I met them at a party that I went to with him a few years ago. I also made some friends too, including Robin, Zoro and Sanji, Usopp, Franky and Brook.

“Hello angel, I’m fine, pretty much stressed from uni but hey, spring break is coming…”, I told Luffy. He nodded and told me to pick anything I’d like from the store and take it. He is the most giving person I know. I grabbed a few chocolates for Vivi, two tuna onigiris, some pink monster drinks and headed to the counter. I insisted on Luffy charging me, so he ended giving up. After leaving the store I remembered what Vivi told me about his phone, so I told him “Oi, babe, check your messages, Vivi told me she sent you something”. Luffy thanked me and I left the store.

The sun was setting, and the sky looked like a painting, full of oranges, violets, and pinks. The breeze wasn’t at all cold, but more on the dry warmy side. The lights of the streets were beginning to light up and the cars were hurrying up to get home fast. I’ve always felt safe on Seoul streets, yet, some days I missed my old town, where Vivi and I were from.

I was walking home when I saw that the Donquixote’s shop was still open, so I decided to enter and hopefully, if it was still there, pick up the bouquet I decided to buy this morning. Rosinante wasn’t there, neither was Doflamingo. Instead, I saw a tall slim man watering the orchids at the back of the flower shop.

As the bell on the door noticed him someone entered the store, he left the watering can and dried his hands into his apron. He faced me and approached me, “Good afternoon, how can I help you?”. His hands… he has the same tattoos as the guy who paid my bus ticket this morning… “Hey, uhm, good afternoon. I’m looking for a specific bouquet I saw this morning, I don’t know if you still have it”, I said as I walked through the store looking for it. “Here, this one, the one with daisies”, I pointed to the bouquet.

The florist took the flower arrangement of my choice and asked if I’d like something else. I concluded that no other person could have not only his hands tattoos but also his almost icy grey eyes, so I had to ask. “Excuse me, you paid for my ticket this morning?”. He looked at me, stood silent for a moment and said, “I paid someone a ticket this morning, so I think yes, I must be the one”, grabbing the back of his neck with his free hand. He seemed a little bit shy and didn’t maintain eye contact for so long. But my heart was racing, his face was uncovered, this time he wasn’t wearing a face mask, so I could admire his whole physiognomy. He had a cute snub nose, black hair with sideburns and a goat patch beard. His skin was tanned so his icy eyes made an irresistible contrast with it. He was handsome as hell and I couldn’t help but stare at him a little bit. Suddenly, my phone began to ring so I got scared. I almost dropped the bags while trying to grab it from my backpack. The tanned skin florist helped me not to throw everything, getting our faces next to each other. We quickly separated and said sorry at the same time.

I was acting clumsier than ever, so I tried to compose myself as fast as I could. “Oh I’m sorry, it’s my roomie, she gets a little worried when I’m outside alone during the night”. He was about to say something when Doflamingo approached us from behind the counter, “My dear nephew, why don’t you walk this sweet miss to her home, she lives a few blocks from here. I’ll take care of the shop, either way we are about to close''. The guy, who apparently was Mr. Donquixote’s nephew, looked at the blond guy that always uses sunglasses and looking back at me said, “Oh... uhm yes. It is pretty dark outside; I can escort you if you want”. My cheeks began to turn red, I didn’t want to bother him, but I had to accept, he was really handsome, and besides, if he was Doflamingo’s nephew, it meant that he was Rosinante’s son, so I could trust for sure. I said “Oh, thanks, but only if I don’t bother you or something…”. “Dear, don’t worry, Law has been at school all day and he insisted on helping us in the shop. I want him to get some fresh air. Go, Law, get out”. I giggled a little, thanked him and told the blond guy to send my regards to Rosinante. I waited for the tall, tanned skin guy to grab his stuff and before we headed out he put on a black face mask.

He was walking slowly, not talking at all, so, I decided to break the ice. “Law… is that your name, right? You’ve helped me two times today, thanks, for real, I must bake you something!”, I told him in a bubbly tone while walking in front of him backwards. “Yes, Law is my name, it’s nothing…” and before he could say anything else he grabbed me tight and shouted, “Carefull!!”.

He saved me from a lamp post that I would have hit for sure if he wasn’t for him. “You shouldn’t walk backwards, be careful” he said as he let go of me. I was so ashamed, so embarrassed that my whole face looked like a tomato. I began to laugh so much, that he began to too. In between laughter I said “Well, there goes another one, you haven’t helped me not once, not two but three times in a day, I should pay you more than baking you something”. “It’s ok, I like to help people in need”, he said. I gave him a smile and sadly we were next to the door of my house. “Well, this is my house…” I said, a little disappointed as the little walk was over. He handed me some of the bags he was kindly carrying for me, and we said goodbye.

��Vivi-chwan, I’m homeee” I shouted as I saw my best friend approaching me running down the stairs. “WHO THE HELL WAS HIM? DID HE GAVE YOU THOSE FLOWERS? Oh my God, tell me, tell me, tell me! I left the bags over the kitchen counter and explained to her while looking for a vase to put the flowers in, “Oh no, it’s not what you think - sadly - he is just Rosinante’s son. He was working in the flower shop and his uncle Doffy told him to walk me home because it was late…but he is indeed really handsome” I finished with a sexy expression. We both laugh out loud, and she said, “I was watching from the stupid window, but I couldn’t see his face, he was wearing a mask, right?”. “Yeah, I think he might be sensitive to pollution, I guess, I don’t know. Anyway, I brought you chocolateeees, but first let’s eat dinner, and tell me Nami’s idea”, I told her.

“Oh yes, listen… Nami wants to make a trip to Jeju with us, Robin and the guys after the finals, what do you say?”, she said. “Oi, that’s an amazing idea, of course I want to! Lord, I really need a vacay…” I agreed happily.

After dinner we made a video call with everybody and agreed on going to Jeju Island next week when finals were over. Zoro asked if he could bring a friend with him, and after Sanji shouted at him, we were all ok with him bringing someone else.

I went to my room and stayed up studying until 2 a.m. taking advantage that the next day I hadn’t any classes scheduled.

The week went by, I haven’t had any classes, and I only went to uni for taking finals. I haven’t seen Law since the day we met mainly because Vivi didn’t have any classes either, so she would take me to uni with her car.

As I was handing the paper of the last final exam, I felt free and waited for Chopper to do the same outside the classroom. After he was freed too, we began to get excited for the trip to Jeju and headed as fast as we could to the cafeteria. Because it was early, and the girls were still taking exams. I grabbed my laptop and began to look for Airbnb with my cute partner. I’m always the one who takes care of the tickets, hotels, car rentals and all that tourist’s stuff, because I love to organize trips, and everything related to traveling.

“So, we are eleven, right?” I asked my friend, to which he replied, “Twelve, remember Zoro’s friend”. “Oh, you are right! well let’s search for a place for twelve people, then!”.

We decided to book a pretty two-story house next to the beach. It was big enough for the amount of people we were, had a big table where we could eat, three rooms and a big living room to hang out whenever we were at home. I also rented three vehicles so we could pick them up at the airport and drive to the house and around the island. The plane tickets were a whole different story, we agreed on buying them separately, yet for the same flight.

That afternoon, Robin, Nami, Vivi and I went to the mall to buy some stuff for the trip. We bought some toiletries, beauty products and some clothes. I needed a new bikini, so we headed to our favourite store. We tried on so many swimsuits, between laughter and chit chat. The afternoon turned into night and we decided to bring some food and have dinner at home.

“Y/n someone told me that you’ve been escorted home with a bouquet of flowers on your hands the other day… tell us right now!” mocked me Nami. “Vivi, you didn't tell her the whole story, right?” I said looking at Vivi. “Oh Nams, I forgot to tell you the next part of the story… fufufu” confessed Vivi. So, I proceed to explain my encounter with Law with them. When Nami heard the name “Law”, made a confused expression, and told me, “I know I’ve heard that name before, but I can’t remember where…”. “Well, is not a common name, but you could have heard it everywhere. I mean, he has the name of legal stuff… fufufu”, I told them giggling. We quickly changed topics when Franky sent a meme to Robin’s mobile and we began to crack laughing. The night went by and the girls and I threw a kind of a slumber party until early hours of the morning.

Our flight was scheduled at 9 am that morning, I didn't get any sleep that night not only because I was excited but because I was worried that we overslept and lost the plane. I went downstairs and prepared myself a coffee after waking Vivi and Nami up, who stayed home for the night as Robin’s uncle, Kuzan, was going to pick us up and took us to the airport. Once there we were meeting up with the guys.

Robin texted me, “baby, we will be there in 20min”, and I told the girls to check if we had everything packed and secure the house. Kuzan took us to Gimpo airport in no time, so we decided to have breakfast in a coffee shop there to wait for everyone to arrive.

Chopper arrived first with Usopp, Franky and Brook, then Luffy with Sabo, his brother, who brought him to the terminal and then left. JEJUair was announcing that it was time to start boarding the plane and everyone started to freak out, because Sanji, Zoro and his friend hadn't still arrived.

“Why the hell did they let Zoro drive? I told him to get an uber, or let Zeff drive them to the airport…” said Usopp hitting his face with his palm. “Calm down, they will make it in time, don’t worry”, said Franky, trying to calm us. Luffy was laughing, as always, and Nami of course, was trying to hit him shouting “It’s not funny, Luffy!!”.

“It's no use, let’s make the check in and board the plane, I’m calling Sanji to see where the hell they are”, I said because I know that even if they were late, they will for sure get in time. Everyone headed to the counter and started the paperwork while I dialed Sanji. Some minutes after, he picked up and everything I could hear was him shouting and Zoro blaming him for them getting lost. Sanji then told me, “Y/n-swan, we will be there in 10 minutes, this stupid Marimo doesn’t have any sense of direction, but I promisse we will be there”. I hung up the phone laughing and informed my friends, “hey, the guys will be arriving on time, don’t worry you all”.

We were entering the plane when I could hear the airline attendant call by the loudspeaker, “This is the last call for passengers Vinsmoke, Roronoa and Trafalgar, for flight 7C 138 to Jeju Island”. “Trafalgar….” I thought but kept on walking on the line.

My seat was next to Vivi’s, so I decided to change places with Nami, who got a seat next to the window beside a free seat, so the happy couple could be together. I didn’t mind sitting alone, I love to listen to some music and watch the clouds from the aircraft window, and besides the flight would only take an hour.

Vivi and Nami were sitting now behind my seat, and a few rows back, Robin and Chopper. We spotted Luffy and Usopp a few places in front of us, because Luffy was being loud as always. Next to them Franky and Brook were trying to shut him up. I couldn’t help but smile, these were my friends, and they light up my world with everything they do.

I could hear the rest of the passengers begin to protest, as the departure was a little delayed… damn Sanji and Zoro, I thought. But suddenly, chaos boarded the plane, “Stupid Marimo, walk faster, you tried to board another plane! Are you kidding me?!”. “Oh… there they are”, I expressed relief and put my backpack over the free spot next to me.

Everyone could say that Sanji and Zoro hate each other, but, knowing them a little, you can see how much they love each other, and I’m sure they will end up together with time. They passed through the aisle and sat behind Nami and Vivi. The orange hair girl soon was upbraiding them, shouting, and trying to hit their heads for being late.

I was looking back to the show they were performing, when a voice said, “Excuse me Miss, could you please move your stuff?”.

I looked to the person and I realized it was someone I knew…

Part 2

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