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'Jisung had asked you for a âsmallâ favour a couple months earlier' Giving living quarters to a whole human being is not a small favor, Jisungđđ and for a couple months too!?đ 'Jisung should be expecting your complaints if something bad happened between you and your new housemate.' Ppssshh ajwnjsn as he should omlđ€Łđ . 'As you two had made it clear before, you hardly knew each other, and here you were living together as people of unfamiliarity.' My goodness the atmosphere must be super tense whenever they are in the same roomđ "I got groceries on the way, I'll cook dinner." Aisnisnkskwkwbut he cooks dinnerđ„čđ„ș "Minho sat down beside youâhe usually sat across from you which kept a nice distance between the two of youâhe was very close today.' AHHHHH HE MAKING SLOW MOVESđ€đ«Ą "Can you...just ask him for me?" ACK poor bbyđ âMy girlfriend donât like the fact that Iâm still friends with my exes, so she wiped out their contacts from my phone.â oop not a very good girlfriendđ toxic behaviorsđ 'Holding the microphone as he sang you a love song, the amount of money you spent on that karaoke machine paid off.' AKSMSKSMKS PAID OFF INDEED OMLđ«Łđ 'Minho did not broke eyes-contact with you, in a hushed voice, stating that you were the only beauty he would keep in his sight tonight. Gently holding your hand in his, he placed it on his chest.' AHH AKSNQKNQKS OML I WOULD'VE DIEDđ« đ«Ł
housemates â lee know
> summary . how can you live your life peacefully with having your housemate constantly seducing you like that?!
> genre . smut, fluff, housemates au, forced proximity, housemate!minho, gn!reader.
> warnings . sexual tension, general sexual themes, minor language, oral (receiving), unprotected sex, tipsy sex.
(wc) > 6.3k
(sunny's note) â "and they were roommates.â wanted to be sweet and cute, until lee minho is in the equation. sorry for the late upload, i had a really bad writing slump and progress was slow. but i made it!
You shouldnât have agreed to this if you knew this was how it would turn out. What a mistake, your kindness that yourself and other has taken for granted. And currently stuck in a living situation that tested your patience every waking hours, your dormitory experience was no match for this.
Jisung had asked you for a âsmallâ favour a couple months earlier, about how his friend got evicted and was now homeless, wondering if you could let him stay for a while until he find a new place. First of all, that was not a small favor. Secondly, you didnât even know this friend that he was talking about. And you were reluctant to let a stranger stay in your house right off the bat. You lived in a dorm before, but that was a dorm and not your own house.
âPlease, [Y/N], just a couple months.â Jisung pushed over the phone, you could tell he was outside from the loud and slightly muffled noise that the speaker picked up upon.
Sighing, your soft spot for him would be the death of you. Agreed with hesitation, since you were glad you were out of the dorm life and regained your privacy, but it seemed that life had came to pull you back in. Jisung should be expecting your complaints if something bad happened between you and your new housemate.
From the first initial meeting, you got some of the weirdest vibe from this guy. Maybe it was the amount of black and leather he was dressed up in, or the bitchy look on his face that could kill with a single stare. How the fuck was Jisung friends with a person like this? They were the complete opposite of one another, the guy looked as if he committed first degree murders as his favourite past-time. What you meant was you were convinced that he was a sociopathic killer, and he was probably plotting yours and Jisungâs death soon.
For one person, he sure did had a lot of stuff. You three brought around eight or ten different sized carton boxes up to your apartment, not counting the two gigantic suitcases that he had to take a second trip with Jisung to go get. He must have been living in his old place for very long to have that much stuff, wonder why he got kicked out? Possibly because the landlord found the bodies with how sharp his eyes always glared at.
âDonât worry about the rent, Minho can pay for his half.â Jisung reassured, starting his car. The engine roared loudly, it had been through a rough day of carrying all that stuff to here.
Before he left, Jisung told you one last thing. âOh, and donât be afraid to ask him for help around the house, Minho may look intimidating but heâs quite a sweet guy.â With that sentence stuck in the back of your head, he drove away. If you could even have enough courage to ask him to take the trash out, maybe that statement would be proven.
You did all the house chores yourself, you didn't ask for any assistance from Minho. Wether it was because you were used to having to do everything yourself, or he was just still as unapproachable as the first time you two met. But he too, barely talked to you. You heard his voice once or twice when he was on the phone, but he did not speak a full sentence to you and ought for short few words replies.
"Do you need any help?" Another voice emerged from behind your back, offering assistance.
You pulled the trash bag out of the can, "I'm good, thanks,"
"Whatever, suit yourself." Minho walked away. Not even a bit of small talk? It frustrated you of how aloof he was acting, he didn't want to get to know you at all. However, it pissed him off just as much, you would always shrug him off every-time he offered to help you. As you two had made it clear before, you hardly knew each other, and here you were living together as people of unfamiliarity.
You didn't know his last name, or how he met your three years best friendâJisung. Neither did he held any personal information about you, he wasn't even sure which variation of your name was the correct one. Already a month has passed by and no one was willing to start up a conversation with the other person. This ice between you and Minho just kept getting thicker and colder.
Ranting on the phone, "I'm telling you, I can not get through him! I think he hate me!"
"Calm down, [Y/N], he doesn't hate you." Jisung reassured, sighing as this was the third phone call of the month that you were expressing your discontent for the same subject. "It's simple, just talk to him, even if it's small talk."
Hearing the front door opened, "Fuck, he's back, I'll talk to you later." You didn't let Jisung say 'bye', hanging up in the midst of his sentence.
Minho worked a nine-to-five job, you weren't sure of his occupation in particular. You got a sense of his routine, he would leave the house at exactly seven-fifty in the morning and usually came home around five or sixâdepending on the traffic that day. On few occasions, he was nice enough to bring food home for the both of you.
"Hey, you're back quite late today?" You asked, seeing the clock already hitting six at the moment.
He set down a few plastic bags on the table, "I got groceries on the way, I'll cook dinner." He explained shortly, bringing ingredients to the kitchen for preparation.
That was a first, he had never offered to cook before, much less thanking you for the meals you made for dinner. Guessed he was just hot and cold like that, and this was his way of showing his gratitude. You weren't mad, on what normal day would you have someone cook for you enjoy? You technically did everything yourself when you moved out a few years ago.
Watching his figure diligently cooking in the kitchen, it comforted you in an unusual way. He was like your own personal boyfriendâfor tonight at least, he would cook and then sit at the table with you to eat, maybe he might even offer to wash the dishes. A fine, hard-working young man? Anyone who could scored him would probably be winning in life. You couldnât hide your jealousy if he ever bring home a date.
He walked over to you, holding out a spoon with a small portion of thick orange liquid. Minho asked, âTry it, tell me if it suit your taste.â
The tangy flavour stood out immediately, he must have put something citrusy as it melt into your tastebuds. It was good, no, amazing even! This hidden talent of his was worth all the waiting you had done, you never knew Minho could be such a great chef. For a while, you thought this guy couldnât possibly hold a knife correctly, yet you were proven wrong of your assumptions.
You nodded, the sound you made when encountered good food already told him enough. Everything smelled so mouth-watering, and the presentation was tempting you to devour everything in on sitting.
"Thanks for the food!" As soon as he placed the last dish onto the table, you immediately picked up your utensils. You could not hold yourself back when face with good home-cooked food, good home-cooked food made by an equally good-looking guy.
Minho sat down beside youâhe usually sat across from you which kept a nice distance between the two of youâhe was very close today. Asked he, "How is it? Good?"
You didn't hold back on your praises, "God, why didn't you cook sooner? This is actual heaven~!"
He simply smiled in a humble manner. Your face was a little puffed up when you eat, which he found quite endearing. Watching you stuffed your entire face with rice, sweet and sour ribs, and eggrolls. Flattered by how much you were enjoying it, yet concerned from how fast you were eating.
"Slow down, wouldn't want you to choke." He gazed at you as he advised.
"Unless you like it like that." Immediately, you started coughing profusely. A grain of rice flew up to your nose, making everything worse the longer it stayed stuck up there.
Minho patted your back, "Woah, are you alright?" Uh, obviously no?! You were coughing out rice over here, how could you even be remotely okay? And how did he expect you to be okay after that suggestive comment he just made? This guy was unbelievable. The smile laced with deviousness, as if he was silently planning something that would catch you off guardâwhich certainly did a minute ago.
He picked up a single rib and ate it with his chopsticks, he probably mind getting his hands dirty from that sticky sauce he used. How could Minho looked so graceful while eating while you were here devouring everything down like a fucking caveman. Work on your image a bit, would you? Especially when you were living with someone that wouldn't use their hands to eat ribs.
"Have you been talking to Jisung recently?" Minho suddenly questioned, setting down his bowl as to show respect.
You turned to him, confusion sitting on your shoulders and your heart sinking with a bit of guilt. By any chance, did he overheard your conversations? "Yeah, I have." Continued by another question, "What? Are you two not talking?"
Minho's eyes was bigger than you expected, now seeing him a bit closer from your distance from each other. It curved in a very pretty way, and glistened upon every reflections of his soul. You couldn't help, couldn't help but get a little sad every-time you gazed into his eyes, or when they would unknowingly stared back at you. He looked at you, as if through his eyes saw you as the most precious person to exist in the short timespan that was the human life.
"He haven't been answering my texts and calls, I don't know if he's upset with me or something?" Minho sighed, "Can you...just ask him for me?"
In a bit of hesitation, "Would it be a bit rude for an outsider to chime in? Whatever it is you and Jisung are going through, it's best if you two worked it out together...privately." You told, trying to offer other solutions.
Minho let out a tired breath, "I don't know, I'm not sure what I did wrong that made him upset with me, that's what I'm most worried about."
You patted his back, "Just talk it out with him, communication is key!" How ironic, you could hardly hold a conversation with him, and now you were here giving out communication advise? Unreliable source. You knew you shouldn't interfere with whatever beef Jisung and Minho was having between each other, but you were making it seem like you wouldn't ask Jisung for details. Or Jisung would tell you himself from how much he like to rant to you.
Minho flashed a genuine smile towards you, "Thanks, I owe you one!"
Your heart skipped a beat, just one enough for your whole system to go the very bit haywire. You were finally making some good progress with Minho, and his entire intimidating and remote façade all came crashing down when he smiled. Keep up the good work!
âAre you and Minho back on speaking terms yet?â The other line went quiet for a few seconds, you heard a sigh being let out.
Jisung replied with a question, âHe told you?â
Fuck, your nosy tendencies were acting up again, it slipped out of you like a natural instinct. âNoâum, yeah he did but I donât know the details or anything! He was just wondering if you were mad at him or something since you stop contacting him.â You went on to explain, trying to tell Jisung that you werenât intending to be impolite and simply wanted to help your friend out.
The other giggled at your tone of voice, of how freaked out he got you. You acted as if the people you were working for to take down started suspecting you to be a double agent, but unlike those action films, you were terrible at hiding the truth.
âMy girlfriend donât like the fact that Iâm still friends with my exes, so she wiped out their contacts from my phone.â The whole problem was finally solved as the explanation came out.
Wait, one thing. âMinho is your ex?!â You exclaimed at the sudden realization.
Jisung was absolutely enjoying this from the other line, âWhat? You want him?â He teased.
Your face went red, denying the question thrown at you. This whole time, this was the relationship your housemate has with your best friend? And he had never cared to tell you about anything regarding this romance he once had? All these people do was lie. Struggling through your words, you outwardly rejected the idea. âNoâ! Noâ I donât! Iâ!â
Jisung interrupted, âItâs fine, heâs all yours.â
You tried denying, âNo, I donât want himâ!â Quickly being cut of by Jisung once more.
âAnd heâs a really great kisserââ
âJisung, shut the fuck up!â You hanged up in embarrassment, throwing your phone away in a state of panic. Why would he tell you that? As if you needed to be more careful around Minho now that you knew these things about him. God, how did he expect you to continue living with this knowledge? Unlike Jisung, you saw Minho everyday of the week.
The door to your bedroom suddenly opened, âAre you okay? I heard a thud.â Minho was still in his work attire, a tad bit sweaty from the heated summer air, the first two buttons of his shirt were left undone. Solely from the condition of his appearance was in, you were mentally restraining yourself.
âDid you just came back?â You asked, begging that he didnât heard your conversation with Jisung on the phone a few minutes ago.
He replied shortly, âYeah, Iâll go shower now so we can eat.â Closing your door as he left without another word, left silently with knowing what you said earlier. He heard enough of your phone call, you were too caught up with talking that you didnât hear the front door open. Minho was halfway across the hall to his room when he heard you shouted, his name fell out from your mouth as clear as day.
Oh, Jisung never told you that he and Minho were a thing? Now it was kind of awkward for the both of you. But if you wanted him, he wanted you too. He saw the way you would look at him, stealing glances from across the table. He was a very attractive guy, you were sure he wholeheartedly knew this, and he used it to his advantage.
Coming out of a cold shower, his hair was wet and dripping water down his back and shoulders, but at least have some respect for you by covering up his entire bare torso. At the dinner table? Was he going to be half-naked for the whole duration of dinner? He wanted you dead, you boldly claimed.
âSoâŠhow was work?â You opened up a topic, hoping he would start talking to fill the silence that was ongoing between the two of you.
Minho let out a chuckle, "Not fun." Handing you a pair of chopsticks and a ceramic bowl. That was understandable, he did looked quite worn out coming home after work.
"What do you do, if you don't mind me asking." You raised a question into his occupation.
He began picking up food from the many plates into his bowl, the wondrous scent controlled his chopsticks faster than his mind. Minho answered while pouring the meat broth over his rice, "I'm an accountant."
An accountant? Was that a code word for sex workers? No one in their right mind would go into accounting. Minho out of all people, worked as an accountant? You had no negative comments on his intelligences, or his work ethics. But accounting sounded so boring for someone as interesting as Minho, you thought what he said was a joke of some sort. Maybe he had a side hustle doing unconventional and dirty jobs.
"It's not fun, but I got bills to pay." Minho joked to lighten up the mood, filling in the empty pauses with yours and his joyful laughs.
He shook his head in a subtle yet prominent dissappointment, smiling to hide his actual emotion on his feeling of unfulfillment. "I wish I became a singer back then."
What he said piqued your interest, you looked up at him with a spark of excitement. Straight into his eyes, you asked. "You sing?"
His vocals was almost professional singer level, for a first in the short timespan of knowing him, you saw such happiness on his face. Holding the microphone as he sang you a love song, the amount of money you spent on that karaoke machine paid off. Minho wasn't wrong or thought too highly of himself when he said he should had became a singer, you would have said the same thing if you knew him sooner. And if he did, you would support him with your all.
The atmosphere got a bit hotter and hotter as the night went on, with alcohol entering the table as an uninvited guest. When a sensual song came on, the mood totally changed for better or worse. His loose t-shirt was showing some skin, it was too a little short as it was showing peeks of his toned stomach underneath. Your mind was going places, wether it was because of the alcohol getting you tipsy or it was your inner desires for intimacy.
Minho did not broke eyes-contact with you, in a hushed voice, stating that you were the only beauty he would keep in his sight tonight. Gently holding your hand in his, he placed it on his chest. Did you feel it? Under the warm and shaking palm of yours. His heart beating at a tiny bit quicker pace than usual, beating for you with all of these temptations in him.
"Minho, I should go to bed now, it's getting awfully late." You told, diverting away in a flustered mess. Yet, despite your attempt at diluting the air, Minho persuasion didn't seem to back down. Too heated, too close as you could now smell his liquor-laced breath.
Eyes half-lidded which made his desires just the more prominent, he was serious with no control. Before your lips could touch one another, a loud vibration emerged abruptly that pulled both of you out of that drunken trance.
Blindly grabbing for your phone, your eyelids were giving up as each minute continued to pass by. You didn't look at the contact name, the alcohol was taking over your system like a pernicious poison. A voice echoed out from your phone speaker, it took you a few seconds to register the other lineâs speaking and its distinct frequency.
âWhere is your report?! [Y/N], you are driving me crazy with your constant delays!â They roared at you, annoyed and angered.
You got off from your place on the couch, walking away with your phone in hand as you used your last few excuses to save yourself. âSeungmin, itâs not really a good time right now, can I call you back?â
Seeing you caught up with work on the line, he figured he would clean up this mess you two made on the coffee table for you. For a moment, he thought you felt it too. He might had read the room wrong, but the way you tried to avert from the situation felt almost like a reassurance for him. As if you wanted to go further with him, go little deeper, but you were unsure if he was onboard as well. He thought of apologizing, after you sober up more than the state you were in at the moment.
You swore, you couldn't remember anything from the night before. Went to bed at nearly one in the morning, woke up head-empty and half of the blankets and pillows were off your bed. Come on, you could confidently say that you did not exceed your limit. Yet as shown this morning, you had a rough night yesterday with the leftover liquor running through your veins.
You were absolutely dumb-founded when he said he was sorry for what happened last night, as if you remembered everything clearly to its very details. Let's see, you ate dinner, you talked, sang a couple songs out of boredom you assumed, then it all when foggy after that.
"What are you on about? I have no idea of whatever the hell you are apologizing for." Telling him straight up, you could not register anything he was saying to make any sense.
Frustrated, and a bit taken over by the shame from yesterday. "No, it's okay, you're better off not knowing anyway. Sorry for making a scene so early in the morning."
Minho finished the few last sips of his Americano, grabbing his laptop bag from under the dining table in a hurry. "I have to go now, see you again at six." He bid goodbye at the front door.
Before he go for the next ten hours, you told him tonight's plan. "I have a few friends over tonight, if you don't mind their companies."
"How many are coming?" Minho asked.
You tilted your head as you tried to remind yourself of the size of your party, maybe even the identities of your guests as well. "Just three. Jisung is going to be there too, if you want to see him."
You could forget anything, anything that you deemed important. But one thing that you couldn't seem to shake off your mind, as it has been bugging you ever since you knew of it, was the bygone romance Minho had with your best friendâhappened to be Jisung. Now that you were non-actively trying to persue the guy, it left a bittersweet taste in your mouth. Though Jisung had affirmed that the past was in the past, you could court his ex-boyfriend all you want.
Minho looked down, "We'll talk later, okay? I'm late for work." Leaving things unfinished between you, he closed the door as he left.
You didn't work until around noon, you could work from home if you wanted, yet you still came into the office everyday since things moved faster with you being physically there. But after that call from Seungminâhead of your department, you were already considered brave for the mere thought of showing up. Despite how nice Seungmin actually was, his anger was incomparable to anything you had ever seen.
After your short shift, you went back home to get things prepare. On the way home, you had already picked up a few ingredients. Said ingredients were just a six-pack of cold beers and Gochujang sauce for the beef. The others wouldn't come for another hour, for the time being, you would have to get everything ready by yourself.
Pray to god that the table grill was still working today since you haven't brought it out for a good few years now, it was collecting dust in the very far back of your cupboard. The hangout had been planned for a little while already, you got most of the things a day or two prior.
Was Minho going to join you? His expression carried a bit of hesitation when you asked this morning, though you would be happy to have him if he did changed his mind. The more the merrier!
Hyunjin and Jisung came over just a tiny bit earlier than Felix, guessed he was caught up with some baking for desert. You and your friends were all gathered up together at the dining table, it felt crowded by how small of a space you had to eat for four people. Happy that Hyunjinâs beer wasnât on the floor since it was standing so confidently at the edge.
âWhen is Minho coming home?â Jisung suddenly turned to you.
âI donât know, usually he would be back by now.â You shrugged, just now noticing todayâs abnormalities. Maybe something came up at the office, or he had something else he needed to do beside from work matter. Whatever it was, you just hoped he would get home safety.
Speak of the devil, not even ten minutes had passed and the front door softly rang of clicking keys. You came to open the door for Minho, meeting his slightly stunned expression. His glossy tired eyes under the dirty frames of his glasses gazed back at you, his hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead as if he ran his way home. God, he looked rough, but so strangely enticing at the same time.
"Hey, we were just talking about you!" You beamed.
"Sorry, I'm late. My digital files got corrupted, so I had to get I.T to check that bitch out." Minho sighed deeply, you could imagine how long it took to resolve it purely from how worn out he presented.
The others greeted him at the dining table, getting a stool for him to sit since you were out of chairs. Minho was sandwiched between you and Hyunjin, one he knew, one he didnât. He felt the tiniest bit uncomfortable sitting in such a tight spot, especially when yours and his thighs were rubbing against each other. He didnât mind it too much, he liked you anyways.
âAh, Minho! This is Hyunjin, and thatâs Felix, theyâre my college friends.â You introduced. Though he was a year older, they treated him with a casual formality. Felt more like meeting old friends than new people, your group broke the ice a lot quicker than he had previously expected. Soon you all were drinking and chatting, learning a bit too much about each other for the first meeting.
Felix tapped out, âNo more, Iâm driving tonight.â With Jisung following along as most had already decided to stop drinking, including you.
You placed your hand on the shoulder of the person next to you, âAre you still going? Damn, you must know how to handle your liquor.â
Minho stared back at you as you spoke to him, his eyes half-lidded like the night before. The first few buttons were unfastened, his bare and defined chest laid underneath the thin fabric. A sheer cast of sweat made his body glistened by the overhead light, his glasses was slowly slipping off his nose bridge which reflected the sweat even more than it should have. His face was flushed red and pink everywhere, flushed from a love confession of a drunken mind. Any minute now, he might just be making out with you.
His heart and guts was burning up with these carnal desires, if your friends weren't here, you could bet he would be fucking your brains out like how you so desperately wanted him to. He wanted you just as much, so shamelessly wanted you.
Minho leaned in suddenly, his lips and hot intoxicated breath lingered your ears. Whispered gently with his mellow, sleepy tone of voice, "When are they leaving?"
âWeâre just going to have some tea and brownies, theyâll be on their way soon. Why do you ask?â You returned, asking in with a bit of hesitation in the back of you mind. Could it be he was overloaded enough, or did he not like your friends? You doubted the second one, since they had so much fun together. But that didnât mean it couldnât happen.
He didnât further elaborate, ending the subject then and there with no other explanation. His intentions were unclear, as if he was hiding something from you but you couldnât figure out what it was. Hopefully not something shady, or would leave you with a bad image of Minho. Keep it simple, he was probably tired and he needed a bit more peace and quiet. And he couldn't get any peace and quiet if your friends were here, right?
You wanted him to take off his shirt, take every single piece of fabric on his body off, let you admire all of his grace and beauty. Occupied with drooling over your housemate, the teapot seemed to had slipped your mind.
"Fuck!" Yelped you, the heat of the hot tea finally burned your skin.
Hearing pain from your voice, Minho and the others were already there to aid you. Especially Minho, he grabbed your hand into his as soon as he noticed. Luckily for you, the injury was minor and running it through cool water was good enough.
Minho really has you in a chokehold, metaphorically speaking obviouslyâunless. If you two did become a thing, would it be a little awkward? Maybe not for Jisung, but you were unsure of how or what to think in a situation like this. Though, despite how much you might try to push the idea away due to having quite a lot of repect for your best friend, you couldn't help yourself.
Seduction existed in his eyes and body language, it was subtle yet effective. An absolute disaster that the two of you also lived together, which pumped you up with an amount of hormone that a high-school student would have.
The way he dressed may be ordinary, office worker fashion. His shoulders flexing in his fitted button-up, straight dress pant hugging his thighs. His thick frame glasses further accentuated his winsome features. There was no exaggeration that he, for a definite, has a lot of admirers from work. You too, would be weak on your knees if Minho was your colleague.
It was around eight oâ clock by the time you finished up, which wasnât lateâat least to your definitionâbut tomorrow was still a work day. Especially for Hyunjin, who was flying out of the country for a business trip, of which it was crucial for him to leave early morning for his flight.
âIâm catching a cab home.â Jisung answered when you asked him how he was going to get home without a car, since the other two already left on their separate ways.
âNo, Iâll drive you home.â You offered kindly.
âYou drank a lot tonight, you really shouldnât be driving, [Y/N].â Jisung denied, pointing out the slight alcoholic haze you were in. He wasnât wrong, you were a literally beast with the bottle. However, you were awake enough to still talk normally and sort of think, like being half asleep.
Reassuring you that he would be fine on his own, and that he would be sure to text you when he arrived at his place. You knew Jisung for too long for you to be worried about him on trivial things, it simply felt like the right thing or a common habitual saying you had going on. You just wanted to take extra precautions since you both had been drinking the whole night, and there were quite a lot of problems existing because of it.
"Don't worry about me too much," Jisung soothed you once more. However he had no regards for what a sentimental moment that was happening between the two of you, immediately back to his ways of joking to dilute the air. "You should be worrying about if Minho can keep his dick in his pants near you."
You smacked him on his shoulder, "Shut up, he's right over there!"
"I mean...I see the way y'all look at each other, we all know, [Y/N]." He commented, giving you a playful look. You wanted to murder Jisung, and you would make it look like an accident too. Were you being that obvious about your feelings? But the way Minho acted around you didn't help too!
Jisung waved goodbye to you and to Minhoâwho was in the kitchen, washing up dishes and shot glasses. "I'll see you on Saturday for coffee if you can even get out of bed, bye!"
Nodding, as you watched him walk away from your apartment to the main elevator, realization hit later than expected. You yelled out in annoyance but Jisung would definitely laughed it off and ignore you. "Hey, we're not fucking!"
You had to stay up to finish a few reports and lone documents, so that meant you wouldn't be able to see Minho during his morning coffee. Coming over to offer another hand in cleaning up, it wasn't a big mess but was a mess nonetheless. You might take care of everything for Minho to get some well-deserved rest that he has been needing.
Minho turned around as he felt a tap on his shoulder, "Let me take it from here, you should be getting ready for bed by now."
"No, I'll help." Minho single-mindedly refused your offer. "And too, I can't sleep with this raging boner you gave me."
Too sudden, too out of nowhere, your neck snapped to him when you heard him said those words. His expression was neutral, as natural as if he had said and had done nothing wrong. Still washing dishes and bowls, scrubbing and rinsing like he has been doing the same thing for years. Did he heard himself at least, or was it a thought that went loose.
"Oh, sorry." What the fuck were you supposed to reply to that? Thank you? Was that a compliment in disguise of some sort? Feuling the fire even more, the desires becoming stronger and intense, he had agreed to throw away his principles already.
Minho inched closer to you, his eyes on yours as he asked nicely for attention. "If I tell you that I want to fuck you right here right now, would you be mad?"
Face flushed, hot as when you would place your hand on your tea cup to check the temperature. He was evil, disregarding your state of mental stability by saying things of the same kind so out of pocket. He, for a fact, waited for the right time to confess his sins. The kettle was boiling all night, the heat and steams were his deepest thoughts.
You turned off the sink, your hands cool and wet and smell of dish soap from the water. For a split moment, you were solely looking at each other, begging either one to make a move. Minho leaned in towards your direction, his bare forearms brushed gently against yours. The alcohol in both of your bodies made the moment all the more intimate, slowly yet steadily closing your distance between each other, breaking down the wall of sexual tension you had unconsciously built that stood with all its might.
The faint taste of his strawberry chapstick on your tongue, his lips was a little sticky but so soft that you didnât quite mind. There was no way of stopping him, as you too, did not want to stop the thrill ride that was ongoing. Letting out heavy breaths as he sucked dark red marks onto your skin, lips painting your blank canvas. May he be the only alcohol you would get drunk on, let you drink him up like your sorrows and distress.
âOh, Minho.â You breathed, moaning out his name as his hands rushing to take off your pants. Hot tongue making a line on your stomach down to your sex, freely as his mouth worked on you like how you dearly enjoyed his food. Both your legs resting on his broad shoulders just did nothing but helped spread you wider.
Your sweet voice singing out to encourage him, using his tongue in all directions that favoured you. Stomach knotting with alcohol and dinner and a heaven he had created for you, coming onto his lips, a result of prolonged temptations.
Every fabric that touched yours and his bodies that day were all scattered on the floor by second round. Never even seen your best friend naked, and here you were admiring his ex-boyfriendâs entire unclothed figure with no ounce of shame left in yourself. You could not keep your hands away from him, so greedily touching him in different places.
Neither could wait any longer, deciding to lay each otherâs pride out on the dining table. Minho placed his lips on yours, closing his eyes yet still seeing the vivid image of you in his dark mind. With each passing second, his cock making its way into the very depths of you. You hugged him quite tightly, as if you havenât scored anyone in a while.
Your eyes told him everything he needed to know, you body twitching and squirming under his embrace, the silent language that told him every one of your secrets. Thrusting faster and harder, wanting to hear you make some more music for his aching soul. Minho grabbed your legs, pushing them against your torso as his cock went deeper into you. You could barely keep your eyes open, or could you stay present with him. This pleasure felt like a dream, a dream that softly pulled you in.
Minho kissed your lips once again, âBaby, donât sleep on me, Iâm not done with you just yet.â
But as much confidence that he may has in him, he was nearing his high and coming apart for you along the way. Minhoâs vocals were heavenly when he sang for you, and were just as heavenly when he came into you. He kept going despite being out of breath and tired for you, he started something and he was going to finish it.
Second time felt much more powerful than the first, almost like he gave his all. You could feel his seeds dripping out from inside of you, onto the dining table and even the chairs. Dirtying everything all over again, now you had more cleaning to add onto your list. Guessed neither of you were going to get any sleep tonight.
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FIC REC - Luke Randolph (obviously)
I just found this on ao3 and I'm crazy in love with how adorable and so fucking canon accurate it is!!
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where my Luke girlies at? Sorry if I tag you wrong đ it's been a while and I feel like everyone is nice to me so I can't tell who likes what anymore
@misty-moth @drachonia @queengiuliettafirstlady @solacedeer @omkookie @corpiote @misty-moth @gothmayoi @tele86
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~ welcome to my rec list for stray kids! Iâll have sfw and nsfw fics in different sections!đ please feel free to find something to read and show these writers some love!! if you would like my opinion on a fic, I have reblogged all of them with my love and appreciation and will provide a link to said reblog which will be this â©! I hope you are having a lovely day/nightđ (donât forget to reblog the fics you like) This list is updated everyday!
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~ Bang Chan
  *SFW
⧠six seconds âž @sulfurcosmos â©
⧠galanthus girl âž @thevampywolf â©
⧠whatâs yours is mine âž @rachalixie â©Â
⧠lover of mine âž @sulfurcosmos â©Â â©
⧠stations and destinations âž @sulfurcosmos â©
⧠opposites attract âž @sulfurcosmos â©
  *NSFW
⧠purple flame âž @therhythmafterthesummer â©
⧠runaway princess âž @therhythmafterthesummer â©
⧠legendary âž @lavenderbexlatte  â©Â â©
⧠falling rain âž @staytheword â©
⧠for reasons wretched and divine âž @noramoons â©
⧠the color of water âž @lixesque â©
~ Lee Minho
  *SFW
⧠little paw âž @violet211221â â©
⧠flustered âž @aakomii â©
⧠dear minho, have you ever felt love before? ➠@sungbeam  â©
⧠cursed âž @lotus-dly â©
⧠cursed pt2 âž @lotus-dly â©
⧠kitty love âž @linovely â©
⧠written on paper âž @starseungs â©
  *NSFW
 ⧠iridescent âž @tasteleeknow â©
 ⧠bunny âž @tasteleeknow-remade â©
 ⧠euphoria âž @cherrydumpling â©
 â§Â itâs high tide, baby. âžÂ @lettersfromaphrodite â©
~ Seo Changbin
  *SFW
⧠between the lines âž @lixesqueâ â©
⧠showstopper âž @mxxndreams â©
⧠too many feelings âž @sulfurcosmos â©
  *NSFW
⧠under your skin previewâž @kwanisms â©
⧠finding comfort in autumn âž @therhythmafterthesummer â©Â
⧠respite âž @fizzydrink698 â©
⧠good luck charm âž @dreamescapeswriting â©
⧠prompt fic âž @ppiri-bahng â©
~ Hwang HyunjinÂ
  *SFW
⧠up all night âž @ppiri-bahng â©
⧠11:11pm âž @starseungs â©
⧠goodnight n go âž @cosmic-railwayxo â©Â â©Â â©
⧠sunshowers in spring âž @sulfurcosmos â©
⧠traditions âž @h0neydewmoon â©
  *NSFW
⧠solve for ex (tell me why) âž @lixesqueâ â©
⧠honeyed milk âž @straywrds â©
⧠come here âž @hh0320 â©
⧠watercolor âž @jinhyun â©Â â©Â â©
~ Han Jisung
  *SFW
⧠paper airplanes âž @portalhan â©
⧠kyoto ➠@quokkacore  â©
  *NSFW
⧠accidental âž @binsmut â©
~ Lee FelixÂ
  *SFWÂ
⧠omg âž @teacasketâ â©
⧠groupie love âž @aakomiiâ â©
⧠pinky promise âž @aakomiiâ â©
⧠cookie taste tester âž @caseiloveuâ â©
⧠one night stand âž @lixieswritingbakery â©
⧠dirty blood âž @dreamescapeswriting â©
⧠beauty and the beast âž @h0neydewmoon â©
  *NSFW
⧠skyway avenue âž @chvnnie â©Â
~ Kim Seungmin
  *SFW
⧠study date âž @sulfurcosmosâ â©
⧠closed books âž @lixesqueâ â©
⧠crybaby âž @sensitiveandhungryâ â©
⧠spider-min âž @caseiloveu â©
⧠sleepy seungmin âž @rachalixie â©
⧠closer than friends âž @dreamescapeswriting â©
⧠[7:22 pm] âž @blue-jisungs â©
  *NSFW
~ Yang Jeongin
  *SFW
⧠lead and chase âž @lixesqueâ â©
⧠24 to 25 (to26) âž @rachalixie â©
⧠ask fic âž @tasteleeknow â©
⧠star lost âž @nomniki â©
⧠the thought of you âž @dreamescapeswriting â©
⧠sunshine in my eyes âž @plutominho â©
⧠dandelions âž @tinyyzz â©
⧠by the blooms âž @macaroonff â©
  *NSFW
~ ot8Â Â Â Â
  *SFW  Â
  *NSFW
#stray kids#stray kids x reader#stray kids fluff#stray kids stay#skz#skz stay#đŻđrecs#bang chan#Lee Minho#seo changbin#hwang hyunjin#han jisung#lee felix#kim Seungmin#yang jeongin#chan x reader#lee minho x reader#changbin x reader#hwang hyunjin x reader#han jisung x reader#lee felix x reader#kim seungmin x reader#yang jeongin x reader#stray kids smut#stray kids smau
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~ Hongjoong
âŁSFW
⧠are you listening? âž @justaaveragereaderâ âïž
⧠heâs kinda hot âž @ohmyamorâ âïž
⧠the eight evil thoughts ➠@justaaveragereader âïž
⧠your fan, hongjoong pt.2 âž @hwaightme âïž âïž
⧠of love and betrayal âž @hoonieversed âïžÂ
⧠iâm the one âž @sorryimananti-romantic  âïž
âŁNSFW
⧠forbidden fruit âž @nateezficsâ âïž
⧠philoselene âž @ncteez âïž
⧠[16:30] âž @lettersfromaphrodite âïž
⧠halloween âž @mingigoo âïž
⧠baby came home âž @hongthoven âïž
⧠ruby red âž @staytinycherryy âïž
~ Seonghwa
âŁSFW
⧠memento mori âž @jaehunnyyâ âïž
⧠family for hire âž @hwaightme âïžÂ âïž
⧠your fan, seonghwa pt.2 âž @hwaightme âïžÂ âïž
⧠the eight evil thoughts âž @justaaveragereader âïž
⧠first kiss âž @jiungschoi âïž
âŁNSFWÂ
⧠youâre kinda perfect âžÂ @woooahaee âïž
⧠pain to pleasure âž @sanjoongie âïžÂ
⧠lavender blood ch.2 âž @mothworked âïž âïžÂ âïžÂ âïžÂ âïžÂ âïžÂ âïž
⧠just friends âž @baekhvuns âïž
⧠khronos. âž @baekhvuns âïž
~ Yunho
âŁSFW
⧠convenience store chances âž @ohmyamorâ âïžÂ
⧠happy birthday, loverboy âž @sara-wishesâ âïž
⧠kitchen confessions âž @atinywriter âïž
⧠stuck with me âž @dancinglikepirateking âïž
⧠all of me âž @hwaightme âïž
⧠dear diary âž @tinkerbellwoo âïž
⧠march 5th, 2017 âž @nonclassyparty âïž
⧠the eight evil thoughts âž @justaaveragereader âïž
⧠your fan, yunho pt.2 âž @hwaightme âïž âïž
⧠perhaps love âž @feltednettles  âïž
âŁNSFW
⧠jaws âž @straykids-97 âïž
⧠seeing myself in you âž @hanniiesuckle17 âïž
⧠[3.42] âž @lettersfromaphrodite âïž
⧠violet roses âž @bngchnsi âïž
⧠caffeine addiction âž @beginningofwonderland  âïž
~ YeosangÂ
âŁSFW
⧠your fan, yeosang pt.2 âž @hwaightme âïž âïž
⧠the eight evil thoughts âž @justaaveragereader âïž
⧠7:00pm âž @hoonieversed âïž
âŁNSFW
~ San
âŁSFW
⧠the sound of our tied souls âž @jaehunnyyâ âïž
⧠all i wanted was you âž @justaaveragereaderâ âïž
⧠please kiss me âž @ateezlovely âïž
⧠by your side âž @mimikookie âïž
⧠your fan, san pt.2 âž @ âïž âïž
⧠the eight evil thoughts âž @justaaveragereader âïž
⧠infinity âž @seung-hwa  âïž
âŁNSFW
⧠outlaw âž @cherryxsang âïž
⧠care for you âž @moonseonghwa âïž
~ Mingi
âŁSFW
⧠way back home âž @mlngl âïž
⧠[23:32] âž @wooandthesun âïž
⧠your fan, mingi pt.2 âž @hwaightme âïž âïž
⧠the eight evil thoughts âž @justaaveragereader âïž
âŁNSFW
⧠counting stars âž @min-gisâ âïž
⧠use me âž @hwaightme âïž
⧠nothing compares to you âž @noramoons  âïž
⧠the liar and his lover âž @yunlvr âïžÂ âïž
~ Wooyoung
âŁSFW
⧠crazy for you âž @cosmicdumpling âïž
⧠scream âž @atiny-desire âïž
⧠your fan, wooyoung pt.2 âž @hwaightme âïž âïž
⧠the eight evil thoughts âž @justaaveragereader âïž
âŁNSFW
~ Jongho
âŁSFW
⧠your fan, jongho pt.2 âž @hwaightme âïž âïž
⧠the eight evil thoughts âž @justaaveragereader  âïž
âŁNSFW
⧠...ramen before you go? âž @mingigooâ âïž
~ ot8/non specific
âŁSFW
⧠the eight evil parts âž @justaaveragereader âïž
⧠be the light pt.1 pt.2 âž @hoonieversed âïžÂ âïžÂ âïžÂ âïž
âŁNSFW
⧠clair de lune âž @mlngl âïž
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'You never expected the lips of the god of the dead to be sweeter than anything your tastebuds had ever touched.' Good lord we already starting off strong oooofđ«Łđ« 'Hongjoong smirked, sharp eyes locked onto the sight of his fingers pressing into your lips. His free hand traveled up your thigh' AHHH DVHVYXSGI IM NOT OKAYđ«Ą âBut I have a much greater taste and hunger for you.â ACK let me breathe gawh damnđ«Łđ€§ âThen feast on me until you have your fill.â UN MOMENTO POR FAVOR NSNSKMALSNSKSKđ±đ« đ escalated so quickly my poor heart woooh!đ€ 'You had never looked more divine than you did in this moment.' Damn Hongjoongđđ« This is so heated but yet so romantic at the same time omlđ„čđ âYou could unravel me in every way, bring my entire kingdom to its knees with just your touch alone.â ajasjnsjsnsi spoken like marriage vows!!đ«Ł âSit. Sit on your throne, goddess.â I'm deceased omlđ« đ
FORBIDDEN FRUIT
PAIRING â hongjoong x reader
GENRE â smut, greek mythology au, hades!hongjoong, persephone!reader, fem!reader, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader
WARNINGS â smut, unprotected sex, fingering, marking, corruption, sexual langue/dirty talk
WORD COUNT â 2.1k
SUMMARY â for underworldnetâs season of love event day three, something sweet.
You had tasted the most delectable of fruits, delighting yourself in an endless abundance in your mother Demeterâs gardens. All your life as a goddess you were spoiled with fruits that ran full with the sweetest juices.
You never imagined how those flavors would grow bitter in comparison to the taste of a handful of pomegranate seeds. You never expected the lips of the god of the dead to be sweeter than anything your tastebuds had ever touched.
You never knew yourself to be a glutton, but as his fingers pushed another pomegranate seed through your lips, you were suddenly insatiable. The seed overwhelmed your tongue with its tart sweetness, and you relished in it, humming in satisfaction.
Hongjoong smirked, sharp eyes locked onto the sight of his fingers pressing into your lips. His free hand traveled up your thigh, gathering the silk fabric of your dress and hiking it upwards. His palm felt the goosebumps on your skin, and he delighted himself in the way you whimpered as his hand sunk underneath your dress. âHave you always had a taste for sweet things, goddess?â
You gazed down at him through hazy eyes. He was a sight to behold, sitting underneath you, back reclined into his throne casually, power effortlessly exuding from him. You leaned into his touch, his fingers grazing against your bottom lip. âYes,â you replied, your voice quiet yet loud with arousal. His eyes left your lips to meet yours, and your heart fluttered at the intensity of his gaze. âBut I have a much greater taste and hunger for you.â
His eyes deepened and they were like endless pools of obsidian looking up at you. You saw the way desire swam in them; it was the same desire that steadily grew between your legs, and the same desire that filled the throne room with a thickness that rested heavy on your body. Hongjoongâs fingers pressed into the seem of your lips. âThen feast on me until you have your fill.â
But you could never have enough. The moment you stepped foot in the Underworld your fate was sealed; the pomegranate seeds werenât the only thing that bound you here. It was him, the god of the dead and king of the Underworld. It was him, the god that your mother despised. It was him, the forbidden fruit you were never supposed to taste.
Your lips wrapped around his fingers, tongue lapping at them as they plunged into your mouth. You hummed at the taste of his skin. The rings adorning his fingers were cold against your lips.
âAnd what if I told you that I hunger for you, too?â Hongjoongâs hand that had been under your dress reached further until his fingers met with your bare sex. You were soaked, and he was eager to plunge two of his fingers into your heat. He watched intently as your face contorted in pleasure, your eyelids fluttering shut as you reveled in the pleasure he offered you. You were warm and tight around his digits, your walls greedily enclosing around him.
Mewls and whimpers spilled from your lips, the sounds slightly muffled by Hongjoongâs fingers. You rocked against his hand in eager desire to chase the building high while your hands rested against his chest. You were happy to take as much as he was willing to give, and with the way he continued to plunge his fingers deep into your sex, it seemed as if his generosity knew no limits. It shouldâve been alarming, the way he was able to weaken you so quickly, able to melt you down to a smoldering mess. His deft fingers were quick to reach the most sensitive spot; so effortlessly it was as if heâd been exploring your body for all of eternity. There was an eternity with him to look forward to, an eternity youâd gladly spend just like this, suspended on his lap while he filled you full of the most intoxicating euphoria.
âYouâre so pretty like this,â Hongjoong whispered. His voice was reverent, and he worshipped you with his touch. âSo pretty stuffed with my fingers.â Long gone was the innocent goddess he had first met in the gardens. You had been so beautiful then, sun kissed skin and bright, wide eyes. Flowers adorned your head and cascaded down the lengths of your hair, and the faintest blush painted your cheeks. His heart was your prisoner the moment you gazed up at him through fluttering lashes, and he was certain then that he would have you for all eternity. Now you were straddled across his lap as you fucked yourself on his fingers, your body soft and pliable from the euphoria, and your skin flushed from arousal. Your hair was a mess of curls and strands hung loosely over your face. And your lips glistened with drool while your eyes rolled backwards at every curl of his digits. You had never looked more divine than you did in this moment.
Your high took you by storm, and he was there to be your solid ground, guiding you through it with soft kisses and praises against your neck. His fingers fell from your mouth so he could wrap his arm around your waist, holding you steady against him. You shook as you fell from your high, fingers curling into his shirt as an attempt for you to ground yourself.
Hongjoong rested his forehead against yours, eyes watching you closely. He smiled fondly as you breathed, air escaping your mouth in heavy pants. âYou look the most beautiful when you come undone for me.â He removed his fingers from your sex and brought them near his lips. You watched through hazy eyes as his tongue lapped at his slick fingers, and despite just coming off your previous high, your core reignited with new arousal. The god groaned as he tasted you. âYouâre delectable. So fucking sweet. Makes me want to feast on you from the source.â
You moaned when he pulled you against him until you felt the hardness of his erection against your bare sex.
âBut as much as I would love to do just that, I canât deny my own need anymore.â Hongjoong guided your hips back and forth over his erection, and you both moaned at the friction. âI desire to take you. To fill you so full youâll feel me for all eternity. Would you like that? Want me to fuck you, hm?â
You should have denied him, should have ran as far away from the god of the dead as possible. Your mother warned you to steer clear of him; but here you were, upon him and his throne and so deep within his grasp with no way of escape. The pomegranate seeds werenât what bound you here. Your desire was. And you were perfectly content to remain within the Underworld if it meant an eternity with him. Your eyes were resolute as they looked into his, and with one word you sealed your fate. âYes.â
Hongjoong brought your lips to his in a searing kiss. His hands were all over you just as yours sank down to palm his erection. This earned you a low groan from the god below, and the sound shot arousal directly to your core, and suddenly all you cared about was hearing that again. You stroked him over his trousers until you could feel the dampness of precum against your palm. You felt powerful with the king of the Underworld and the dead underneath you, groans of pleasure slipping from his mouth at your touch. âYou could unravel me in every way, bring my entire kingdom to its knees with just your touch alone.â
He spoke those words with such conviction you were left with no room for doubt. Pride and arousal flooded your veins; youâd never felt more like a goddess than you did in this moment. You worked to free his cock, and he aided you in slipping his pants down to his knees. You took a moment to admire the beauty that stood erect between his thighs. He was godly in every way, his cock thick and glistening at the tip with precum. You wrapped your fingers around him, and he hissed at the contact immediately. Your thumb swiped across his tip, smearing his arousal all over the head of his cock. You were content to worship his cock despite your raging need, but the calling of your name broke your attention.
Hongjoong watched you closely, eyes darker than they had been before. He replaced your hand with his own and guided his cock to your entrance. âSit. Sit on your throne, goddess.â
You sank onto him slowly, taking him in inch by inch. You groaned at the stretch, pussy aching in the best way as you accommodated his size. You relished in the foreign yet incredible feeling of being full. Your eyes found his just as his cock sheathed completely in your tight heat, and you could have unraveled there and then.
Hongjoongâs hands gripped your hips as he urged himself to remain still. You were so tight and warm and wet, it took everything in him not to buck his hips into you. In all the centuries heâd endured, heâd never found someone as perfect as you. âItâs like you were made for me, made to take my cock so perfectly. Youâre absolutely divine.â
It wasnât long before you couldnât endure the stillness anymore. You tentatively rocked your hips against him, and the pleasure was immediate. You mewled, continuing the motion before fully lifting your hips upward until just his head remained within. You came back down, taking him fully again, and the both of you cursed aloud. âO-oh!â
Hongjoong readjusted his hold on you. âFeels good? Do that again. Fuck yourself with my cock.â
You did as he said, bouncing on his cock over and over, steadily increasing your pace. Your thighs soon began to burn, and your knees ached from being bent for so long. Your pace became sloppy as you grew tired, but you were desperate to keep going.
Suddenly your vision was spinning. Your ass met the throneâs cushion as Hongjoong flipped you underneath him, his body now hovering over you. He withdrew himself out of you and slammed himself back in, the force so strong it shook your frame. He repeated this over and over until you were clawing at his back. âI could never tire of having you like this. Youâre so fucking perfect, and youâre all mine. Mine to have just like this, splayed out on my throne with your legs spread wide for me as I fuck you. My goddess, my queen.â
Goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld. Those were your titles now, but before you were either of those you were his. And you didnât care what the aftermath of this would be.
Hongjoongâs hands tugged at your dress until your sleeves fell from your shoulders, revealing your breasts to him. He leaned forward to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, eliciting a whimper from you. You arched into him just as he used his hand to show affection to your other breast, palm kneading the soft flesh. He uttered soft praises against your skin while leaving marks all across your chest. His hips kept their pace, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside you and making stars appear in the corner of your vision.
âHongjoong.â You spoke his name with both adoration and urgency as you began to spiral closer to your climax. Your fingers gripped at his back as you grew overwhelmed with the pleasure.
Wordlessly Hongjoong reached for your clit, pressing smooth circles into it as he kept his rhythm within you. He watched you as your high took over you, committing every moan, every expression of your face to memory. He was enraptured by your beauty and by the sight of your body as it shook underneath him. Within moments he found his own end, releasing himself inside you and enjoying the way you whimpered as you felt yourself be filled with him. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours.
Your breaths mingled as you both both lied there within the afterglow. Your hands traveled up his back and to his hair and you pulled at the strands until his lips met yours in a slow, languid kiss. You delighted yourself in the taste of him, his sweetness urging you to go back for more and more until your head was spinning. âYou said I could feast on you until I had my fill.â
Hongjoong hummed against your lips. âYes.â
You smirked. âAnd I am still hungry.â
⊠âMother you donât understand; I made Hades run to me. He saw my bones beneath, and offered me half his kingdom. Do you really think I ate the fruit unwillingly?â âŠ
AUTHORâS NOTE â this wasnât exactly meant specifically for this event, but the timing of me finishing it and the event itself aligned so well i just had to post it now. hope you enjoy hades!hongjoong as much as i do <3
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'you realized there probably wasnât a single universe where you didnât belong to him.' Oof we already starting off strongđ€ having me swoon with the cutenessđ„čđ 'because how could it; when the first thing you got to see was him?' Qksnsknslmdjsbsđ„șđ„č 'his hair disheveled and his eyelids heavy' ajsjsk bedhead Mingiđ„čđ€ ââBut I wanna be with you.ââ ahhhhhhhhh dkdnkswo don't mind me just sobbing from how adorable he isđđ ââBut Iâd rather be awake with you than be asleep with you.ââ aksjs my heartđ„čđ
counting stars. â song mingi.
pairing. song mingi x gn!reader
synopsis. even though the sun woke you up way too early, you can't bring yourself to complain.
genre/warnings. reader is whipped, they're so in love </3, smut ! mdni . (barely any smut)
word count. 2k
authors note. mingi brainrot. that's all i have to say. mingi. <///3
WITH YOUR FINGERTIPS GHOSTING OVER HIS BARE BACK, counting every birthmark and every scar decorating his skin, you realized there probably wasnât a single universe where you didnât belong to him.
The sun had risen only a few moments prior, the morning beams peaking through the curtains and had ultimately disturbed your sleep; your eyes fluttering open, only to close them just as fast as the sun greeted you. It had to be early, you figured, way too early, judging by the way your alarm hadnât gone off - and the fact that your boyfriend was still sleeping soundly beside you.
Turning your head, you squinted your eyes; your vision slightly blurry from just waking up. But even though your vision was slightly blurry, you could easily make out the shape of your sleeping boyfriendâs figure.Â
And the sight in front of you suddenly made everything more okay, like the sun waking you up early in the morning hours didnât bother you, because how could it; when the first thing you got to see was him?
With his back turned towards you, the sheets had ridden down his figure during the night, a result of his constant tossing and turning; exposing his bare back. Careful not to disturb your sleeping boyfriend, you slowly turned so you were laying on your side - your face sinking further into the pillow as you settled in.Â
The sun hit his skin, the yellow hue almost making it look like he was glowing; which to you, he almost was. You could see his shoulder slightly rising as he breathed, his chest expanding and small puffs of air leaving his lips; the sight causing a small smile to unknowingly form on your lips. A sight you loved oh so dearly.
Letting your gaze travel down his figure, you slowly navigated your arm out from underneath the warmth of the sheets, letting your fingertips gently come into contact with his skin. Blinking, you tried to clear your blurry vision, monitoring his breathing; trying to make sure your touch didnât wake him up. His shoulders raised once again, indicating that he was, in fact, still asleep; much to your relief.
Your fingertips softly trailed down his skin, tracing every birthmark and indent from the sheets. As your eyes followed your fingers, you found yourself wondering if he was dreaming. Was he having a good dream, you wondered, just like you wondered if he was having a bad dream and if you would have to comfort him when he eventually did wake from his slumber. Not that you wouldâve complained if it was the latter - the thought of embracing him and stroking his back, much like you were currently doing, caused a sense of warmth to spread across your chest.
He looked peaceful like this, you thought. He looked so peaceful, with the sun hitting his skin and his back slightly heaving as he breathed. You found comfort in knowing that there was not a single worry on his mind, that whatever there was bringing him down couldnât reach him, not now, not when he was sleeping.
He had a whole galaxy on his back, you were sure of it, a galaxy you could get lost in for hours; your fingertips ghosting over his skin, and it wasnât until you reached his waist the boy laying beside you suddenly slightly shifted his body. Stopping your movements, but still letting your hand hover over his skin, you focused on his breathing again - wondering if maybe you woke him up.
ââIt tickles.ââ
His voice was barely a whisper, and if you hadnât been so absorbed in him, you probably wouldâve missed the way the words left his lips so softly. But you didnât, no, you did hear what he said; his soft yet raspy voice tugging at your heartstrings as you found yourself smiling once again.Â
ââIâm sorry baby, go back to sleep,ââ You softly mumbled back, placing your palm against his back before gently massaging his skin; hoping heâd go back to sleep, so you could go back to observing him and his peaceful state. And so he did, or at least you thought he did.
Because a few moments passed and you were certain he had gone back to sleep, his breathing back to the calm breaths that had escaped his lips minutes earlier and you found yourself lost in the beauty of his sleeping figure once more. He, however, hadnât gone back to sleep; something you only realized when he suddenly shifted once more and suddenly, he was laying on his back.
Your smile only widened as your eyes landed on his face, his hair disheveled and his eyelids heavy; making it clear to you that he was still pending between being awake and being asleep. Bringing the hand that had just been resting against his back up to his face, you gently placed your palm on his cheek; letting your thumb softly run past his skin. He let out a low hum in approval, slightly tilting his head so he could lean further into your touch.
ââItâs too early for you to be awake, Mingi,ââ You mumbled, watching your own hand as you continued to stroke his cheek. With his eyes still shut, he tried his best to throw his arm over your pillow; his body still protesting against waking up just yet, making it hard for him to move properly. ââBut I wanna be with you.ââ
Six words, six words so simple, yet so heartbreaking.
His voice came out mumbled as he managed to bring his arm out of the sheets and place it around your pillow, slightly nodding his head as an invitation for you to move closer so he could wrap his arm around you. You stared at him for a moment, mostly in awe, before shuffling closer to him; a hum of approval leaving his throat as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, resting your head against the side of his body.
ââYouâre with me even when youâre asleep, you know,ââ You lightly chuckled, making sure your voice was low enough not to wake him up properly; tiredness still lingering in your body as well. His fingertips lightly ghosted over your bare shoulder, his touch sending shivers down your spine as you looked up at him with your hand still resting against his cheek.Â
A small smile formed on his lips and you swore your heart almost stopped beating right there and then, his eyes still shut. ââI know,ââ He lowly hummed, pulling you closer to him, ââBut Iâd rather be awake with you than be asleep with you.ââ
You probably wouldâve called him cheesy if it was under any other circumstance, but not right now. Not when he was laying there, sleep lingering behind his features and his chest slowly heaving up and down; not when he looked so ethereal. Instead, you just smiled, a smile he couldnât see but you were sure he could sense it; his own smile growing even bigger.
His eyes slowly fluttered open, immediately meeting your own; blinking as he tried clearing his vision, just like you had done moments prior. You just looked at him, your eyes scanning his features as he fought against the temptation to just close his eyes and go back to sleep. But you could tell he didnât want to, especially when his other hand suddenly found its way to your face; gently cupping your cheek.Â
You just stared at him, your smile long faded and silence engulfing the room. Using the pad of his thumb, he stroked your cheek just like you had done to him, the contrast of his rough finger and your soft skin causing goosebumps to form on your skin.Â
ââYouâre so pretty,ââ You whispered, breaking the silence; your hand still resting against this face. His thumb continued to slowly stroke your cheek, another small smile forming on his pink lips before he parted his lips to speak. ââAnd Iâm all yours.ââ
His words caused warmth to flood your chest once again, slightly nodding your head against his skin. ââMy Mingi,ââ You mumbled, his smile widening as you continued to stare at him; admiring him. ââYour Mingi, only yours.ââ
Your Mingi. Heâs your Mingi, just like youâre his. And you wouldnât have it any other way.Â
Your eyes flickered down to his lips, and almost like he could read your thoughts; he leaned forwards and met you halfway, pressing his lips against your own. You almost let out a sigh into the kiss, his plump lips meeting yours almost making it feel like time stopped and like there was no one else in the world, just you. Just you, and your Mingi.
The kiss was short and sweet, almost bittersweet in a way, before he pulled away; his hand remaining on your cheek as he looked at you, your eyes meeting. It didnât take long before his lips were back onto yours, this time with much more force and not as sweet as the first one. No, instead his fingers gripped onto your cheek and pulled you even closer to him, using the hand he had thrown around your shoulder to gently squeeze your bare skin.
The hand you had placed on his cheek found its way to the back of his neck, slightly tugging at his nape in an attempt to pull him even closer to you; shifting your body so you could kiss him with ease. A low hum ripped through his chest as he moved his lips against your own, slow and wet noises filling the room, accompanied by need.Â
Your Mingi. Your Mingi, who runs his tongue past your bottom lip, whose touch makes you feel like youâre on fire; your Mingi, who you love.
Suddenly, youâre seated on top of him with your fingers gently tugging at his hair and his hands placed on your bare hips; his fingernails threatening to dig into your skin at any time. With his lips now leaving wet kisses down your neck, your eyes fluttered shut; you donât even need to ask, because before you can even utter a single word, heâs already tugging his underwear down his thighs.
ââI need you, Mingi,ââ You mumbled, his head still buried in the crook of your neck and his lips still leaving wet kisses to decorate your skin. ââI know, baby,ââ He mumbled back, his voice still raspy from just waking up and muffled by your skin. ââPlease,ââ You mumble again and youâre not sure why youâre begging, because you know he needs you just as bad.
Resting your hands against his shoulders and your forehead against his own, you sunk down on his length; his jaw clenching and a small yelp leaving your lips. With his hands still gripping onto your hips, he slowly guided you down his length, capturing your lips in a soft but messy kiss; a small whine leaving the back of your throat as he slowly filled you up.
ââMingi,ââ You breathed into the kiss, trying your hardest to kiss him back; suddenly feeling almost afraid that heâd slip away from you if you didnât. ââI love you,ââ He breathed, ââI love you so fucking much,ââÂ
Mumbling an incoherent âI love youâ back, one that he heard nonetheless, you slowly began moving your hips back and forth; earning a low groan from your boyfriend. Dipping his head back into the crook of your neck, he continued leaving open-mouthed kisses along your collarbones; mumbling praises between every kiss. ââSo perfect, so perfect for me,ââ he mumbled, ââIâll spend all eternity with you,ââ
His words combined with the feeling of feeling so full, so full of him, caused a trail of whines to leave your lips as you continued moving your hips; your fingers still tangled in his hair as you desperately tugged at it. His hands ran up and down your figure, almost like he was just as desperate to feel every part of you as you were to feel every part of him; which he was, you just didnât quite know it.
The sun was no longer peaking through the blinds and you were sure that your alarm clock was going to go off at any minute, not that you cared. No, between your whines and Mingiâs grunts, combined with the sound of wet kisses and skin on skin; you simply couldnât bring yourself to care about anything.
Anything other than Mingi, your Mingi.
#ateez smut#mingi smut#song mingi smut#song mingi#mingi x reader#đŻđrecs#sksnskdnsod this was absolutely super adorableđ„șđ„č#also encapsulated the moring vibes immaculately!!đđ€#Mingi in this was insanely precious omlđđ#had me screaming and kicking my feetđ€đ#man is just a cinnamon roll frfrđđ#also mc was so in love with him! just so adorableđ„čđđ#aidnsksnskdnke i love this so muchđ„șđ„čđ
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Me bc of this fic:
'Thereâs a crazed look in his eyes and you feel a slight chill run up your spine.' Oof that's a big no, would've left then and theređ âI know Hwa, which is why I decided to end it because I refuse to stay in another relationship where the other person expects me to solve all of their problems,â As y/n shouldđđđâYeah of course. Honestly honey, I think you did the right thing." Ajsnsjsj Hwa calls mc honeyđ„ș I love when friends give you cute fluffy nicknames!đ€ 'As you approached your door, you noticed that it looked slightly open.' Oopđđ âOpen the door sweetheart.â  it's the names I swear they stay having me giggle even though the scene is so gruesomeđđ 'kissing the back of your hand like the two of you were in the 1700âČs.' He may have just brutally slaughtered mc's ex but Joong is still a gentlemanđđ€ âSo you have the looks and the brains to accompany it,â cough, a very flirtatious gentlemanđ«Łđ€ âNow, you have me.â aksjnsiq, don't mind me just currently meltingđ«Łđ âI donât think you get it sweetheart. I want you.â aksnsjsnsi man.đźâđš making me blush and shitđ 'From where he sits at the dining table watching Netflix on your computer' Man really made himself at homeđ€Łđ âIâll be back,â oop he on his way to deal with Eric, mm as he shouldđđ âYou know where to find me.â Currently screaming omlđ”âđ«đ âI feel so strongly for you it hurts,â AAAHBAUSBQIANSOQNOANAIđ€đ± âIf you let me,â he glances from your lips up to your eyes. âI want to be your everything, the same way you are mine.â AHHHHHHHHHH SKSJSJSKSM I've died.đ«Ąđ âOh sweetheart,â he purrs. âWeâre going to have so much fun.â AOSNSKNSKQ OH MY GAWHDđ«Łđ”âđ«đ
heâs kinda hot | K.HJ
Pairing: Demon!Hongjoong x reader
Summary: After a decent run with your boyfriend, you finally decide to end it when his paranoia becomes too much. Except, maybe he wasnât crazy. And now you have a demon who refuses to leave you alone.Â
w.c. 4.6k
Warnings: fluff, slight angst if you squint, minor character death heâs a dick donât worry, mentions of blood and icky sounds but nothing is seen directly, suggestive content, cursing, desire hongjoong lives in my mind rent free
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'His lips rested in a slight pout' San has resting pout face and it is just so cuteđđ 'You had realized trying to start a conversation was harder than you imagined. Every time you had built up the courage, your throat would close up and prevent any words from escaping.' I felt this on a spiritual level omlđđ 'You shook your head to yourself when you realized your thoughts were drifting to the man next door. Again. Goodness, you were hopeless.' Maybe hopeless, but I understand 10000%đ'The more he spoke, the more you realized he was intoxicated.' The door would have been shut and a cab called for the poor soul to get home safely smhđ€Šââïž "I can stay if you want. I donât mind.â skwnwnjs what a gentleman!!đ„čđ âI know,â he said, âbut just let me play doctor for a few more minutes.â AHHHHHHHH I WOULD'VE DIED ON THE SPOT OMLđ«Łđ€ 'San gave you a small smile. âBecause I canât let my mail buddy get hurt.â hehehehehe he knewđ€ âWhy would a pretty girl staring at me creep me out? I found it endearing.â KQNSKSNSKS SAN!! HOW COULD ONE EVEN FUNCTION AFTER THAT!?đ”âđ«đ
By Your Side || cs
"The quiet guy who lives next door to you hardly seems to notice you, but you can't help but notice himâhe's gorgeous. You've given up all hope of striking up a conversation until he comes to your rescue one night after your ex shows up at your house, drunk and looking to take you back, whether you want him or not." - Prompt
đ©č Pair: San x Reader(f)
đ©č Rating/Genre: NC-17; Fluff, slight comfort, slice of life, neighbor au, strangers to lovers
đ©č Word Count:Â 6.4k
đ©č Warnings: Minor injury (cuts/scrapes), small amount of blood, intoxication/drunk character, insinuating cheating, cursing
đ©č Authorâs Note: This is my first non-BTS fic, so Iâm nervous! Ateez has really stolen my heart. Theyâre now one of my ult groups, so expect to see more of them on my blog heh. Iâm excited to start writing for them. I have more Ateez fic ideas in mind that Iâm looking forward to writing in the future! As always, I hope you enjoy it.Â
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The slope of his nose was perfectly leveled. His hair was straight and parted in the middle to expose some of his forehead. His lips rested in a slight pout; his brows furrowed as he struggled to slide his key correctly into the keyhole of his mailbox. You would have offered to lend him a hand, but he soon got the key in successfully. The view of his face was covered by the mailboxâs door.
You should have torn your gaze from his profile. If he caught you staring, it would be too awkward to extract yourself from the situation. You would stumble over your words as you tried to formulate an excuse. However, he was like a magnet. Your eyes stayed glued to him, scanning what little you could see now. Perhaps it was the fact his hair color had suddenly changed from a bright pink to a dark black. Although you enjoyed his magenta hair, the black hair made him more alluring. While the obvious change in his appearance caught your attention, you couldnât deny that another reason why you were so fascinated with the man was that he was extremely handsome. From his soft eyes to his sharp jawline; it was difficult to ignore him.
San has been your neighbor for almost a year now. Recalling his move-in day brought a smile to your face. Not just because he was your gorgeous new neighbor, but because his friends came and helped him move his furniture and boxes. You were leaving your apartment to run a grocery errand and had stumbled upon yelling whispers. His friends were trying to stay quiet amongst their chaos, but it was clear whispering was not their forte. Although you didnât stay for long, you had gathered they were arguing about how to get your neighborâs couch through his door. Through the havoc, you had caught your new neighbor rolling his eyes with a smile on his face as he carried a box inside behind them. They were finished by the time you had come back from your grocery shopping. And even though you didnât see your neighbor and his friends, you could faintly hear them through the door. Usually, the noise would slowly boil your blood, but it was hard to get irritated by the contagious laughing next door.
A soft click and the rattling of keys tore you from your memories. Much to your horror, you were still staring at your neighbor. You ripped your gaze to your own open mailbox and hastily grabbed what little mail you had to distract yourself. However, your stare didnât go unnoticed as you swore you saw his lips curl into a small smile before he left without a word.Â
Your shoulders sagged when he was out of your vision, eyes dropping down to the two envelopes in your hand. You had never been the greatest with keeping up with checking your mail, but after your neighbor made himself a home next door, getting your mail was the highlight of your days. It became an excuse to get a glimpse of the eye candy living adjacent to you.
Eventually, you would grow out of this strange attraction you had for your neighbor. At least you hoped you would. You had realized trying to start a conversation was harder than you imagined. It wasnât because he gave you the cold shoulder, but you just couldnât bring yourself to say something to him. Every time you had built up the courage, your throat would close up and prevent any words from escaping. You wouldnât be surprised if he thought you were a creep at this point. He never struck a conversation either. Maybe you had already scared him away.
The thought had a sigh leave your lips. You didnât want to do that.
You shut your mailbox and twisted the key, locking it. You stared at the small, metal door. Today will be the last day for a while, you told the inanimate object. You were going to give your neighbor some space.Â
It was time to let go of the silly crush you had formed. It wasnât going to go anywhere.Â
Choi San was a quiet man.
He kept to himself and was never the cause for any ruckus that occurred in your apartment complex. Well, he may have been if he was with his friends, but never alone was he any trouble. He was an enigma, and you couldnât help but feel more drawn to him because of it. You wanted to know him for more than a pretty face.
Five weeks passed when you didnât check your mailbox every other day. You had been accustomed to visiting your mailbox frequently, so it felt strange not to. Any time you had seen San, it was simply through passing. He would be leaving his apartment while you were entering yours or vice versa. You kept your gaze averted, forcing yourself to resist the urge to steal a glance. It wasnât easy. Though, getting rid of any addiction was always difficult. No matter how weird it sounded, you had come to terms you were addicted to San. At least, you were addicted to the attraction you felt when you spotted him. You shouldnât have been so down the first time you skipped going to your mailbox. Whatever trance you were lulled under in his presence was too strong to ignore.
You shook your head to yourself when you realized your thoughts were drifting to the man next door. Again. Goodness, you were hopeless.
You snatched your phone from the counter and strolled to your TV. You sunk into the cushions, pulling the blanket that was slung over the couchâs arm over your body. Despite it being the weekend, you had no plans on going out.
Last weekend was a friendâs birthday, and you were still trying to regain the energy you had expelled. The nights were fun, but you needed a few weeks to recuperate.
Twenty minutes passed before knocks at your door startled you. A quick glance at your phoneâs clock informed you it was half-past eleven.
You were going to ignore the knocks as it was late, but the sounds persisted.
Sighing, you pushed off your blanket and shuffled to the door. You quietly glanced through the peephole and cursed inwardly when you saw who it was.
Normally, you would turn away from the door, but a part of you was worried about why your ex-boyfriend was knocking at your door so late. The relationship ended a little rocky, but you didnât hate him. You hadnât talked to him since and avoided his friends in case you would accidentally run into him. Because you didnât dislike him enough to feed him to the wolves, you opened your door.
Hyunwooâs eyes widen at the sound of your door opening.
âOh, Iâm sh-o glad you a-answered,â he sighed in relief, hand leaning against the frame of your door. Most of his weight was on that hand. You were sure if you moved it, he would lose his balance.
There was something off with him.
âAre you okay?â you questioned moving your hands slightly in front of you in case he was to fall.Â
âPeachy,â he answered. He tilted his head as his eyes took in your night attire. The long shirt and short shorts werenât anything designer, but it had Hyunwoo smiling.
âYou not occupied, are you? âM just wanna shee you. Was âboutâa go home, but Kwan droppedâe off here. I donât remember telling âim that though,â Hyuneoo rambled, his other hand waving aimlessly as he spoke. His gaze dropped as his brows furrowed at his last sentence. He looked confused suddenly.
The more he spoke, the more you realized he was intoxicated. If it werenât for his slurring, you would know from the smell of alcohol coming from his mouth.
It was late and you did not wish to spend your weekend taking care of your drunk ex.
You glanced behind him to see if his friend had come along tooâhopefully sober. Unfortunately, all you saw was empty space.
âWhereâs Kwan?â you wondered. Please say waiting in the car.
âGone. Sh-aid âm bettaâ off here.â Hyunwoo looked up at you again, face no longer scrunched with confusion.
âIs he coming back?â
Hyunwoo shrugged and looked down when he heard something drop. Following his gaze, you saw his phone on the floor. Before you could pick it up for him, he moved the arm resting against the door frame to grab it.Â
âWait-â you tried to stop him.
ââSâkay,â he mumbled as he reached down. Barely a second later, he was losing his balance.
Your hands reached out to grab his shoulders, but his knees had already hit the floor.
âOwww,â he whined loudly, making you do a quick glance at the other doors around you. Great. Someoneâs going to hear that.
âIs Kwan sober? Iâll call him and have him pick you back up.â You grabbed his phone and stuffed it in your pocket then pulled Hyunwoo up from the floor. You helped him lean against the wall outside your door.
âN-no!â Hyunwoo exclaimed and reached a hand to stop your movements. Your eyes widen at his fast reaction. âNot leaving âtil you talk to me. Wantâo talk.â
His head leaned back, Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallowed harshly. His hand still gripped your wrist. Despite your wishes, it appeared you would have to babysit him until you could figure out what to do.Â
âWhy âou look sh-ad?â Hyunwoo pouted. The hand on your wrist slowly moved up to your face. You grabbed his hand and stopped it from caressing your face. You moved it back to his side. âAlways hated sh-eeing you sh-ad.â
You ignored his words.
âLetâs get you inside while I call a ride for you,â you suggested and started to slowly move to your door. Your phone was inside, and you didnât want to leave him outside alone. You could drive him back to his home, but you didnât want to be responsible for him any longer than you had to. You werenât sure why Kwan would leave him here like this, but you werenât happy with that knowledge.Â
Forgetting he was unstable, Hyunwoo hastily pushed off the wall to stop you from going inside. Although you didnât understand what he was fearful of, you guessed it was because he wanted to stop you from calling someone.
âHyunw-â you gasped as you felt him grip your waist firmly and begin to stumble.
Unlike before, he fell with you in his hold.
You staggered to the floor.
âShit,â you hissed as you felt the heel of your palms burn from scraping the concrete floor. There was also an aching pain in your ass from falling backward on the hard ground.
Suddenly, the sound of a door clicking open stole your attention from the stinging in your hands.Â
Standing with a startled expression was your handsome neighbor. His hair was wavy and fluffy, making you want to ruffle his locks. He wore black sweatpants with white stripes down the sides and a grey muscle tee. You wondered how such a cute face could be on a body like that. The contrast was eye-catching.
After four weeks of barely seeing him, you wanted to stay seated on the floor with your eyes glued to his. Unfortunately, or fortunately, you didnât have the chance because Hyunwooâs voice brought you back to your situation.
âDonât worry,â Hyunwoo reassured your neighbor, hand waving him off as he tried to stand up. âJusâaâlil accsh-ident.â
Sanâs expression soon turned into concern as his eyes darted from Hyunwoo to you. He quickly moved forward and held out his hand.
âAre you hurt?â he asked as he waited for you to accept. His voice was tender like the gaze he had cast toward you.
Even though now was your chance to feel his skin upon yours, part of you didnât want to. You were too embarrassed at having been caught on the floor with your drunk ex somewhere behind you. You couldnât even entertain your lingering crush on him at the moment.Â
Because you didnât want to make the situation any worse, you took his hand anyway and allowed him to pull you up. His hand was large around yours and cool to the touch. You muttered a thank you as he lifted you. He was stronger than you imagined, and you accidentally stumbled from the strength he used to help you stand.
His hands rested on your shoulders to steady you while yours came to rest on his biceps. A slight blush bloomed on your cheeks at the feel of his bare skin, and you quickly retracted your hands.Â
âIâm sorry,â he said sheepishly then glanced behind you, not bothered with you having touched him.
âItâs okay,â you murmured. âIâm okay-â
Abruptly, San quickly held out a hand and grabbed Hyunwoo, stopping him from falling on you again and dragging you all to the floor. Sanâs other hand still rested on your shoulder.
He looked at you after studying Hyunwoo for a moment. âCan you walk?â
Once you nodded, San moved the hand that was on you to grab Hyunwoo. He could hold him up better.Â
âDid you want him in your home, or should I rest him against the wall?â San questioned, quickly assessing Hyunwooâs state. Although you both have never spoken to each other, the only form of exchange were head nods, you had heard his voice on occasions. Sometimes while he was on the phone or if his friends came over. Nevertheless, his voice was as smooth as you remembered. You would have indulged in the way it comforted you if it werenât for this particular situation. Â
ââM can walk!â Hyunwoo scoffed and attempted to push Sanâs hands from him. âYn, tell âim to let me go.â
âFollow me,â you quickly said and ignored your exâs whining. You didnât want another neighbor to see what was happening. You stepped inside your apartment again, holding the door open as San helped Hyunwoo stagger in. You gestured to the couch then shut the door.
âWhatchaâ doing, man? I sh-aid âm can walk!â
San disregarded Hyunwooâs pleads as he guided him to your couch. He eased your ex down on your couch, having to quickly push him back onto the cushions when Hyunwoo tried to stand again.
âYouâll be fine. Just sit for a while,â San said calmly to Hyunwoo, yet there was a firmness to it that made it sound more like a command than a light suggestion.
Hyunwoo huffed in his face but stayed seated finally.
âYn,â Hyunwoo called. âHe caâeave now.â He gestured to San who was hovering near the couch in case Hyunwoo decided to kiss the floor again.
You glanced at San, wanting to tell him you were okay now, but part of you didnât want him to go. Whether it be because you needed his strength if Hyunwoo were to fall again or if you simply wanted to be in his presence without standing near your mailbox.
As if San could sense your hesitancy, he offered, âI can stay if you want. I donât mind.â
âBut I do!â Hyunwoo protested.
âThatâd be nice,â you sighed, a headache forming.
âItâs not âike youâo ignore me,â Hyunwoo interjected; his body sagged against the cushions as if feeling defeated.
âMay you give us a moment? Sorry. You can sit over there,â you asked San and pointed at your dining room across the room.
âOf course,â he answered politely and took a seat at your dining table. He pulled out his phone and averted his attention from you. You figured he did that more so out of courtesy than boredom.Â
You moved closer to the couch to grab your phone.
âWhy did Kwan leave you here?â you asked Hyunwoo. One of his hands reached up to grab your forearm. He stared at you with half-lidded eyes, lips tugged down in a frown.
âSomething âbout me beinâ annoying. Sh-aid I needed to talkâo you.â He tugged, rougher than you believed he meant to, but it caused you to fall next to him on the couch. For some reason, your eyes quickly glanced at San, but he was still looking at his phone screen.
âOkay,â you said slowly. âWhat did you want to talk about?â
As you waited for his answer, you scrolled through your contacts to find Kwan.
âUs-h,â Hyunwoo said and gently rubbed your forearm. When he noticed your attention was heavily directed to your phone instead of him, he placed a hand on yours that was holding the device.
You finally glanced in his direction.
âMaybe we should talk about it another time,â you lied and tried to keep your voice low. Even though it was probably best to talk about that topic when he was sober, you didnât want to talk about it at all. You felt the conversation would be redundant as youâve already talked things through. At least, thatâs how you felt.
âPfft,â he scoffed and pushed himself farther into your cushions. Maybe he thought he could embed himself in your furniture so he couldnât leave. âYouâre ignorinâeh too much for meâo believe that.â
âHyunwoo,â you sighed and gently removed his hand from yours. âItâs been a year already. I thought you moved on.â
As discreetly as you could, you began searching through your contacts. When you found Kwanâs name, you sent a quick text telling him to pick Hyunwoo up if he was sober.
âA year?â Hyunwoo wondered. The look on his face showed he didnât realize how long itâs been. You barely have seen Hyunwoo after the breakupâcould count the number of interactions you had with him on your hands. Sometimes it was at a shared friendâs event or through passing at local stores since you both lived in the same city. Regardless, it was never more than 15 minutes at a time.
Hyunwooâs shoulders sagged, eyes squeezing shut as if to erase that thought from his mind. âRight,â he mumbled more to himself.
A vibration in your hand turned your gaze away from your ex. Luckily, Kwan was fine to come back. A silent sigh left your lips as you felt relieved that you wouldnât have to drive him home.
âGet some rest, okay?â you said. You wanted to say youâd talk about it later, but you knew you didnât want to, so you refrained from the offer.
Hyunwooâs energy must have decreased exceptionally. He simply nodded and let his head fall back. Gently, you adjusted him so he was laying down. You waited for a few minutes in case he woke up and became needy again. When he didnât, you carefully got up, placed his phone next to him, and went to where San was seated.
âIâm sorry you had to deal with this, but thank you for helping,â you said as you sat down across from him.
San tucked his phone into his pocket and sent you a reassuring smile. Your eyes flickered to his small dimples. You never saw them too much, but they always had your heart warm in your chest. They made him look much cuter.Â
âYou don't need to apologize,â San assured. âIâm sorry you had to get stuck with your drunk friend.âÂ
You opened your mouth to correct him, but why should you? It didnât matter if San thought he was your friend or your ex. The details were irrelevant.Â
Instead, you said, âIâm still grateful you helped me.â
ââCourse,â he murmured.
His gaze moved to your clasped hands on the table. You started to feel conscious of them under his stare and began to tuck them beneath the table. However, San was quick to stop the movement.
He slowly turned your hands over, palms up. You looked at him confused.Â
âYou should clean this,â he instructed kindly and traced a small area on your hands.Â
You averted your gaze down quickly.
On both palms were red areas with scratch marks. The areas werenât big, but you could still see the worry in Sanâs eyes.Â
The warmth in your chest spread at the fact he cared about your wellbeing even though he didnât really know you and the injuries werenât major.
âCome,â he said and carefully rose from his chair. The layout of the apartment must be similar to his because he navigated to the kitchen sink with ease. That or he saw it when he sat at the table.
Silently, he turned on the facet, checking the temperature several times as the seconds passed. You watched with more attention required. You had never imagined the neighbor youâve been smitten with would be in your apartment. Let alone helping you clean a wound.
You took the time to stare at his profile while his focus was on the running water. He had small stud earrings and his skin was light honey. His hair fell in front of his face, the wavy locks concealing his eyes. You were partly glad for that so he couldnât see you staringâŠagain.
Once San was satisfied, he hastily washed his hands and then held out a hand. You quickly placed a hand in his. Probably a little too fast, but you didnât want to be caught distracted.Â
He led your hand under the water. His movements were gentle as he cleaned your scrapes. For someone who was physically strong, he knew when to be tender. After he cleaned both hands, he dried them off with a clean towel you had handed him.
âDo you have band-aids?â he asked while drying your hands. Â
âIâll be fine,â you brushed off his question. Not because you didnât have any, but because you already felt he did enough. You didnât want him to think you were totally useless.
San chuckled lowly and peered at your face through his hair. You had the urge to move his hair to see him clearly but resisted.
âI know,â he said, âbut just let me play doctor for a few more minutes.â
His teasing tone caught you off guard and you lowered your head to hide the small smile forming on your lips.Â
âI-Iâll go get them then,â you replied and left to retrieve them before he could stop you. You could hear the faint sound of his laughter as you moved to your bathroom.
You wished you werenât so nervous being in his presence but after months of admiring from afar, you couldnât stop fumbling over your words and thoughts.
When you came back, San was leaning against the kitchen counter, hands resting behind him on the countertop. The position had his shirt stretch slightly across his torso. While he had broad shoulders, his waist tapered to give him an attractive figure. His gaze was on your ex sleeping on your couch. You couldnât read his expression and part of you wondered what he was thinking.
âBand-aids, Dr. Choi,â you announced and held out the box.Â
San turned his head to you, a smile forming on his lips at your joke. He stood up straighter at the title and took the box from your hold.
âThank you, Ms. Yn,â he played along. He pulled out some band-aids, picked the correct sizes, then started to open them.
âNow Iâm not sure if youâre my patient or my assistant. I donât think itâs appropriate for doctors to ask their patients to bring them items.â
You giggled at his dilemma and held out your hands when he gestured for them.
âI can be whatever you want me to be,â you teased, not taking the time to consider the multiple meanings that one sentence held.
Your response had San faltering in his movements, thumbs paused as he was in the middle of pressing the ends of the band-aid flat against your skin.
âI-I meant that I didnât care if I was a patient or an a-â
You stuttered as you tried to explain yourself; however luckily for you, loud knocking interrupted you.Â
The booming sounds of the knocks startled San and he quickly jumped away from you, letting the second band-aid flutter to the floor and a small yelp escaped his mouth. You bit your lower lip to stop smiling at his reaction. You hadnât even considered that San might be easily scared. Before you could go down the rabbit hole of thinking of his other traits, another knock emitted.
There was a groan near the couch, and you realized the knocking must be Kwan.
You quickly went to the door and swung it open, not bothering to look through the peephole.
âLong time no see,â Kwan said with a smile that didnât seem genuine. You had met him through Hyunwoo and while he liked you initially, he started to dislike you after your and Hyunwooâs breakup.
âHey,â you greeted. âHeâs on the couch sleeping. I can help move him to the car.â
You stepped aside to let him in. As you were about to guide him to where Hyunwoo was, he stopped you.
âWhat did he tell you?â
âWhat?â you questioned as you shut the door.
âDo you know why I left him here?â Kwan asked, not bothering to explain himself. His voice was pretty hushed. Maybe he didnât want to wake Hyunwoo.
âSomething about him being annoying,â you recalled.
Kwan scoffed. âThat, but also because heâs been so pathetic lately. All he talks about is you and how you broke his heart.â
You gave him a confused expression; you didnât like where this was going.
âThe breakup was mutual. How could I br-âeak his heart? You stopped yourself from asking because there was no point. You knew Kwan would just formulate a reason that would make you feel guilty. Although you didnât want to hurt Hyunwoo, you both ended the relationship in agreement. You were simply going in different directions in life.Â
âLook,â you sighed. âHe isnât my responsibility, and he needs to move on. Weâre not getting back together.â
You stood your ground even when Kwan sent a cold glare in your direction.
âEven if we did, you think I would be happy? You think me being unhappy would make Hyunwoo happy?â you tried to explain.
âYou could be happy if you just-â
âNo,â you stopped him with a raised hand. âIâve moved on. Hyunwoo is a good guy-â Kwan scoffed. â-But I donât see a future with him.â
âYouâre so-!â
âKwan?â
Both you and Kwan moved further into the apartment at his name being called. Hyunwoo sat up on the couch and began to stand. For once you were grateful for Hyunwoo. You didnât want to hear the rest of Kwanâs sentence; it was most likely filled with profanities.Â
âHey, buddy.â Kwan moved to help Hyunwoo stand. âYou ready to go?â
Hyunwoo hummed and then looked at you.
âCall me later, âkay?â He spoke slowly, voice a little groggy.
You stilled at the question. You would call if he wasnât going to try to convince you to get back together, but every conversation after the breakup consisted of him dropping hints of wanting to be with you again.
You must have stayed silent for too long because Hyunwoo exhaled a defeated sigh. Kwan sent you another scowl, threatening with his gaze to say yes.
âItâs fine. Never mind,â Hyunwoo said and waved his hand as if to push away the question that was hanging in the air.
âWhy canât you just talk to him like an adult, Yn?â Kwan interrupted rudely.
âItâs fine, Kwan,â Hyunwoo repeated. ââM not gonnaâ force-â
âNo, Hyun, you deserve a simple talk with her.â Kwan directed his attention to you again. âItâs the least she can do.â
You stared at him incredulously. Heâs acting as if you cheated on Hyunwoo with ten guys, but you didnât do such a thing. Why would Hyunwoo agree to break up if he really didnât want to?
âThereâs nothing else to say,â you argued.
âEvidently thatâs a lie because Hyunwooâs been moping-â
âHow is that my fault?â you snapped.
âAre you serious, Yn?!â Kwan exclaimed.
âIf she doesnât want to call, then she doesnât want to call.â
The new voice had all three of you turning toward the kitchen. You had forgotten San was still here in the midst of your personal chaos. Sanâs once calm demeanor turned fierce. You had never seen this side of San, but you had a suspicion he was holding back on saying more.Â
Kwan let out a dry laugh.
âAh, I see,â he said and shook his head. âWhen did you find him? A day before you broke up with Hyun?â
San clenched his jaw, body tensed as he forced himself to stay put when all he wanted to do was kick him out. Maybe not with force... Unless he had to. He saw himself as a lover, not a fighter, but that didn't matter if you were in danger.
It was clear Kwan had made a false persona of you. You were sure he believed you had done something sinister to Hyunwoo that led to the breakup. Though, it also made you realize that Hyunwoo let him believe that. Did he even try to save your face?
âI think itâs time for you to go. Thanks for picking him up,â you said and disregarded Kwanâs gibe. You didn't need, nor want, to listen to him anymore.
You moved toward the door, but Hyunwoo and Kwan didnât follow.
âWill you call him?â Kwan asked sternly. He wasnât going to leave unless you agreed.
Exasperated, you opened your mouth to say fine, but San cut you off.
âItâs clear she has nothing more to say. Drop it and leave.â
âThe question wasnât directed to you, pretty boy,â Kwan said, rolling his eyes.
âYet youâre meddling with issues they need to solve on their own,â San retorted. His eyes were glued to Kwanâs. If San had acted like this when you first saw him, you would have avoided him at all costs. Everyone has their dark side, per se, but Sanâs was much darker than you had imagined for someone who seemed like a loving cat.Â
âI have to because Hyun wonât gro-!â
âLetâs just go. Mâ headâs killing me, man,â Hyunwoo said, body struggling to stay upright any longer. Although he wasnât completely sober, the nap at least knocked some sense in him.
Kwan pressed his lips together but began to walk toward the door. You held the door open and watched as they made their way to the exit.Â
As they passed you, Hyunwoo tripped. You reached out to grab him, but Kwan held a hand to stop yours. The quick action had startled you and you pulled back. You could hear Sanâs hurried footsteps as he came closer. You werenât entirely sure why he was suddenly by your side, but you guessed it was in case Kwan tried to do something.
âDonât touch him,â Kwan snarled at you and led him out the door without your help.
The second they were out the door, you shut and locked it.
You pressed your back against the door and inhaled a deep breath. Your eyes stilled on the ceiling, trying to ease your tense shoulders as the seconds ticked by.
âDo they visit often?â San asked, pulling you from your thoughts.
âNo. They havenât been here in a long time,â you said and glanced down at your feet. Why did Kwan have to stir up unwanted emotions?Â
âIf they come back, you can just call me and Iâll come over,â he said earnestly.Â
âThey wonât harm me. I donât need to burden you.â
âThey are capable of it, though, and I donât want anything to happen to you.â
You looked up at San, head tilting as you tried to force yourself to be rational. The sentence had butterflies flapping in your stomach that you tried to ignore. He was just being friendlyâprobably would say that to anyone. Knowing how sweet and protective he seemed to be could confirm that suspicion.Â
âThanks,â you muttered. âBut I still don-â
âWhatâs your number?â
You stuttered incoherent words as you tried to grasp his question. In the back of your head, you knew he was asking so you could call him if you needed his help. Though, you couldnât stop the thought of him asking you this for another reason.
âShould I just give you mine instead?â San chuckled softly when you didnât answer right away.
âNo- I mean sure- No, wait, I can just give you mine.âÂ
San laughed again and pulled his phone out. He navigated his way to his contacts and added a new one.
âNumber?â he asked again.
This time, you gave it to him.
âI sent you a text so you have my number. Iâm serious; let me know if they come back. You wonât be bothering me. Iâll probably come over if I hear them anyway.â
âWhy?â you asked before you could stop yourself.
San gave you a small smile. âBecause I canât let my mail buddy get hurt.â
âW-what?â you gasped and looked at him with wide eyes. San laughed, a corner of his lips quirking up in a smirk. The sound of his laughter had you smiling involuntarily; however, they quickly dipped down when he continued.
âYouâre not very discrete,â San said teasingly.
âWhat would I need to be discreet about?â
âYou know, I kept thinking I had food or something on my face,â he started to say, âbut then I just realized you simply enjoyed looking at me.â
San grinned wider, eyes turning into crescents as he watched your expression change into horror and embarrassment.Â
âIâm s-sorry!â you said. You were uncertain what else to say and you sure werenât going to admit the reason why. The embarrassment you felt now would last a solid six months, even more. You didnât want to add additional time. However, it seemed San was having fun seeing you flustered.Â
âWhy sorry? Who said I didnât like it?â
A small yelp left your lips, and you brought your hands to your face to hide your flushed cheeks.
âWhy havenât you been coming to the mailboxes lately? I was getting worried.â Although Sanâs tone was still light, you could catch the hint of concern.
âI went.â Not entirely a lie because you did go, but very briefly and at times that no one would be there. âMust have missed each other.â
San quirked an eyebrow up in disbelief. âI highly doubt that,â he said and gave you an encouraging smile to tell the truth.
âF-fine!â you huffed and pulled your hands from your face. âI didnât want to creep you out.â
San stared at you long enough to make you feel awkward. You were about to apologize again when San spoke.
âWhy would a pretty girl staring at me creep me out? I found it endearing.â
You were sure your cheeks were already pink. Now, theyâre bright red.
âDonât say that,â you said bashfully.
âMhm,â he hummed as if in thought and kept a smile on his face. âVery cute indeed.â
His reply made you feel he was talking to himself. You hadnât prepared for San to say such things. Even when you daydreamed of interactions with him, they never turned out like this.
âWould you be okay with hanging out together sometime? Not just when youâre in need of a knight inâ Actually, I guess I would be a doctor in sweats instead of a knight.â
You laughed at his joke, recalling how he had tended to your wounds ever so carefully. The lighthearted tone had eased your nervousness.Â
âYeah, I would like that,â you answered with a smile of your own.Â
San nodded. âIâm glad to hear that. How about tomorrow?â
âTomorrow?â you asked, surprised. You were excited to finally be able to learn more about San, but tomorrow felt too soon. You needed time to mentally prepare.
âAbout five? I would say earlier, but itâs already so late that I doubt either one of us will want to be up early.â
At the mention of time, you quickly reached for your phone to check. However, you had left it somewhere and from where you stood, you couldnât see the clock in your kitchen.
âItâs two,â San said.
âO-oh wow. Iâm sorry I kept you up.â You didnât realize how long itâs beenâhow long youâve been keeping San from sleeping.
âYou apologize a lot, huh?â San observed to which you blushed again. âItâs okay, really. Donât stress about it. I wanted to stay. So, what do you say? Tomorrow at five?â
âWhere will we go?â
San shrugged. âI havenât thought about that yet. Just wear whatever you feel comfortable in. Iâm sure youâll look b- Iâm sure it wonât be anything fancy.â
Sanâs cheeks turned their own shade of rose as he quickly changed his sentence. Despite not knowing what he was going to say, you felt your heart beat a little quicker with the thought of what he had planned.
Iâm sure youâll look beautiful.
It may not be exact, but you let yourself indulge in what could be a false statement because it made you feel good. His pink cheeks were a good hint that you were probably correct, though.
It felt good to have him finally feel shy. It gave you some confidence.Â
âOkay then,â you said. âTomorrow at five.â
San beamed at you. You couldnât wait to see more of his smile.
âIf they ever come back, call me. I donât care if itâs four in the morning, okay? You have my number.â
âOkay,â you said and reluctantly moved off the door so you could open it.
âYou mean it?â
âI do.â
And you did.
Because Choi San was such a caring person you could feel how genuine he was being. You hadnât wanted to call him at first because you werenât sure if he was just saying that to be polite. However, you could sense he was being serious with every fiber in his body. Plus, you believed him when he said he would come on his own accord if he heard anyone disturb you.
You slowly opened the door for him and watched as he stepped outside, hands digging into his pocket to retrieve his keys.
Before he stepped into his own apartment, he glanced at you.
âSleep well, Ms. Yn,â he said sweetly.
You giggled at his reference. Playing along, you replied, âGoodnight, Dr. Choi.â
The warm smile on his handsome face was the last thing you could think of as you fell asleep, eager and anxious for tomorrow.Â
You werenât sure where your and Sanâs relationship was going to go, whether it will be platonic or not. One thing was for sure, though. You wanted Choi San in your life simply because he brought a light you werenât going to be able to replicate. And that alone was cherishable enough.
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'The furthest you have gotten is holding hands and San kissing your cheek' akwnwjwj that is so adorableđ„čđ 'Saturday nights are San nights, he claimed them saying he needs to spend every Saturday night with you.' AKSMSKSMKS now that is super adorable omlđ« 'Now, San notices but he doesn't say anything, he doesn't even move. Neither of you moves' Both of them are nervousđ„č IT'S SO CUTE!đ€ 'His eyes are so kind and his smile is so soft and sweet.' Excuse me while I melt from the overwhelming cutenessđ Such a simple but absolutely perfect description of San tbhđđ 'When San pulls away from you, instinctively you chase after his lips' AHHH AJSNSJNSJSNđ„čđ€
Please Kiss Me
pairing: choi san x reader (genderneutral)
genre: fluff + first kisses
description: although shy and inexperienced, you were determined that this was the night that you were going to ask san to kiss you (700ish words)
note: so happy sm ppl enjoyed my first writing, hope this one is liked too ^_^
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San had taken you on five dates and officially asked you out three weeks ago, you were so happy but you were nervous. Being very inexperienced with love and only now in your first relationship, both made you scared to partake in any intimacy with San. The furthest you have gotten is holding hands and San kissing your cheek a few times after your dates. You have already noticed how touchy of a person San is, he is almost always touching or cuddling his friends. This makes you feel bad because you can tell he is holding back from doing a lot with you because you never initiate any physical touch first. But now you want to change that.
Saturday nights are San nights, he claimed them saying he needs to spend every Saturday night with you. Most of the time it is spent hanging out at either of your places to watch a movie, play games, or talk. This Saturday night is movie night so you are walking to Sanâs place nervous because you are going to ask San if he can kiss you.
Knocking on the door it only takes a few seconds before the door opens and San's cute face is smiling at you, ââHi lovely, I missed youââ
ââSan you saw me this morningââ you giggled walking in and walking to the living room to set down your stuff and the snacks you had brought as a surprise.
''You brought snacks! My favorite ones!'' San gleamed at you smiling so bright it made your heart warm. His eyes and the way his hands almost moved towards you, showing how badly he wanted to touch you. Instead, San unpacks the bag of snacks onto the coffee table and tells you about a few movies he picked for you guys to watch.
Halfway through watching movies you couldn't remember anything of what you have been watching, every time San moved you were so conscious of it. You were so incredibly nervous that your palms were sweating.
San was sitting next to you on the couch but there was some distance between the both of you. This seemed like a good place to start and give you time to work up the courage.
Slowly you moved closer to San until your thigh was lightly pressed against his, so light that San didn't even notice. You keep moving closer until your body is touching San's from your shoulder to your thigh. Now, San notices but he doesn't say anything, he doesn't even move. Neither of you moves until the third movie is over and San takes this as a chance to get up to get another drink.
''Uh-do you want something too?'' San asks, and it almost looks like there is a faint pink color on his cheeks.
''Water please'', when San comes back you were going to ask him to kiss you, it was now or never.
As soon as San sits down next to you, the same closeness before he left, you take a sip of your water and turn to him.
''San..can you,'' the nervousness is building up in your throat, making you stumble on your words, ''um, could you please,''
A hand comes to rest on top of yours and you pause to meet San's eyes. His eyes are so kind and his smile is so soft and sweet. Everything about him was beautiful, his soft imperfect skin, the shape of his nose, and how inviting his lips looked.
''y/n? Baby?''
Realizing that you have just been staring at him, your mouth decides for you and says, ''please kiss me''
San breathes out a small laugh before his hands come to hold your face, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.
''Baby all you had to do was ask'' he teases
''Sannie-'' you start to whine but his lips on yours stop you. The kiss is so soft and his thumbs never stop moving against your cheeks. When San pulls away from you, instinctively you chase after his lips, making San laugh lightly at you again.
Letting go of your face his hands move to rub your upper arms, ''Was that good?''
''Mhm, thank you'' you blushed and leaned away from him so you could lean against the back of the couch, but San moved with you. He took your hand in his and pressed so close to you that your faces were only inches apart.
''I won't be able to keep my lips and hands off you now'' he whispered before pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.
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#choi san#san#choi san x reader#choi san fluff#ateez fluff#ateez san#ateez x reader#tooth rotting fluff#san x reader#ateez#đŻđrecs#tooth rotting fluff for real omlđ„čđ#Saturdays are for Sanđ#aknwksnwk this was so adorableđ#my heart is so fullđ„čđ#y/n and San are cutiesđ€đđ
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'You barely had enough brain power to comprehend this all.' Wine drunk and trying to save a cat, a true hero indeedđđđ "For fucks sake carrot I don't have time for this.â CARROT!? SKSJEIKSISJS OML THAT IS SUCH AN ADORABLE NAME FORNA ORANGE KITTYđ„čđđ 'Oh, to be a cat.' No but for real though, especially with a good ass owner!? Talk about set for life!!đ«Ą 'He opened it after a moment, his hair a mess and his eyes all sleepy.' Ajsbsuwnjs awhh sleepy Jonghođ„șđ âWhat do you need?â âYou.â AHHHHHH I would have passed away on the spot!! Literally would see my soul leave my bodyđ±đ âWe can't all be hercules, man.â frfr Jongho not all of us can break apples in half like they are nothing!!!đđ 'Muscle man laughed' idk why but Jongho being called muscle man killed međ€Łđ âAre youâŠthe ramen?â Damn. Cheesy pick up line got međ« But like it's Jongho in my head saying it so I feel as though that is justifiedđđ
...ramen before you go? choi Jongho (m)
đ pairing âą neighbor!Jongho x (fem) reader
this story is based on true events I have actually experienced. (Cat stuck in sauce can, cat stuck behind appliances) but sadly, no Jongho to the rescue. #saucecat
đ synopsis âą you thought things couldnât get worse after finding a cat in the dumpster behind the liquor store, but now here you were, alone in your new apartment, staring at that damn cat that somehow got stuck behind the washing machine. You needed some strong handsâŠ.but the minute you met him, you didnât want him to leave. Do you want some ramen before you go?
đ genre/au âą next-door neighbors au, comedy, smut, fluff
đ warnings/tags âą 18+ minors DNI, shower sex, completely unhinged and does not make any sense. this is all over the place and just for fun, so please have a good laugh, comedy to smut, oral sex (female receiving), hair pulling, cream-pie, profanity, jongho is the cat savior, and also a little sleepy and drunk off beer
đ word count âą 2.8k words
đ taglist âą @jjhmk @yesv01 @roe-sinning @meowmeowminnie @yeritheloml @yukine-smx @y00nzin0 @8tinytings @halesandy @shegotboreddsoo @kangyeosangelic @sanshineeeeee @kodzukein @hwaightme @likexaxdaydream @ssaboala @gtr-skyline-lover
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Your life flashed before your eyes.
Well, your catâs seventh life, that is.
âI swear to god, Iâm gonna go fucking insane.â you hissed. âI literally just found you and you already lost seven out of nine lives.â
You stared at your little troublemaker, the cat you found in the alleyway behind your favorite liquor store in the dumpster. Surely enough, he still caused the same amount of trouble since the very first day you found him.Â
The situation was even worse, especially because you were four glasses in on your red wine. You barely had enough brain power to comprehend this all.
He stared at you, bug-eyed, through the glass that surrounded his little headâan empty spaghetti sauce glass he had found in the trash can. You were in the middle of moving into this apartment. Boxes were all around you, your furniture not even set up yet, but here your cat was, stuck in a sauce can and sitting there like he did nothing.
For fucks sake carrot I don't have time for this.â you groaned, looking around quickly for paper towels. When you realized you didn't even have utensils out, yet alone paper towels, you let out an aggravated noise and waltzed over to your cat. âYouâre going to be the death of me.â
You grabbed onto the glass container, gritting your teeth while pulling it gently.
âMeow.â
âDude, I'm trying to help you, dammit,â you growled, playing tug of war with Carrot. âNow sit still.â
Carrot, in fact, did not sit still. You let go after the first battle, letting out an irritated sigh before trying again.
After an ungodly amount of time, you were finally able to free the dumpster cat, only for him to look like heâs had war flashbacks.Â
Covered in spaghetti sauce, Carrot looked like he was bathing in blood. You ran a hand through your hair as the little bitch stared at you like he was gonna screech. After a moment of uncertainty, Carrot licked his sauce-covered lips and waltzed away, still drenched in sauce.
âCome back here!â you yelled, but the more you followed him, the faster he went. You ran through your living room, covered with boxes, and down the hall to where your laundry room was. âI will literally break down right now if you get in that washer. Tears and everything. You better feel bad for me.â
Carrot turned around at those words, but then blissfully stared at the open washer. He had a habit of sleeping in it, and it did cross your invasive mind about how it would clean him up without the use of paper towels.
y/n, that would drown him. Shut the fuck up, brain.
âCarrot.â you swallowed your anger, knowing it was just your stressâand maybe the fact that in the last twenty-four hours, he ate your sandwich out of your hand, sat in the sink while the water was running, started hissing at his own reflection, drank out of your glass of alcohol, and got high of catnip and broke a picture frame. He was cuteâŠtoo cute. You wished you could get away with his antics. âDon't. Touch. The. washer.âÂ
If a cat could smirk, you were certain thatâs just what he did. With one swift movement, Carrot leaped into the washer, rolling around in it in sheer happiness.Â
Oh, to be a cat.
âYou know what? Fine! Roll around, do whatever.â you huffed, tossing your hands up in the air while turning around. As you tried to walk away from the devil himself, you heard a boom, a hiss, and a squeal.Â
When you looked back at the washer, Carrot was no longer in it. He was nowhere in sight, actually.
âCarrot??â you said anxiously, only hearing a terrified meow, causing you to run over to the machine as quickly as you could.
âMEOW.â
You looked over the washing machine to see bright yellow orbs staring back at you as he moved frantically behind the block of metal. You desperately tried to pull the machine back, only to feel like a goddamn weak ass shrimp.
âIâm trying, Iâm trying,â you breathed, groaning as you tried to move it. âNow's the time I am regretting quitting the gym.â
Several minutes passâyou were on the ground sweating like a lunatic. Carrot had gone quietâhe wasn't dead, just probably disappointed in your weak attempt to save his eighth life. He was most definitely shaming the hell out of you by now with his little judgy eyes.
As you thought about asking for help, you knew 911 couldn't save you now. Or ever.Â
So you did what any sane single woman would do after finding out a man lived across the hall.
You zoomed out the door to knock on his door.
He opened it after a moment, his hair a mess and his eyes all sleepy.
Awe fuck, did you wake him up?
Whatever, it's too late now.
âUm, hello?â he yawned, and as he did, you looked down at your watch to check the time. It was eleven at night, how could you totally lose track of time?Â
Carrot.
âHey, listen, um,â you sighed, running a hand through your hair as you noticed how good looking he was. âI need help. Are you strong? You look strong.â
He blinked at you, brown eyes picking apart your expression. His lips were pretty, his eyes were pretty, his arms lookedâŠ.strong. Mmhhhmm. Yummy.
âI guess so.â he nodded, tilting his head at you. âWhat do you need?â
âYou.â you spewed out, and then laughed at yourself. âDammit, I mean, yes I do need you, but not like in any other way than your strong arms. I mean that would be nice bit uh..fuck, You seem like a very nice manâŠ.â
As you trailed off, it was pure silence, other than the war cries of Carrot in the distance.
âI need you to free my cat from his imprisonment.â
âYou need me to do what?â
â
âYou couldn't move a washer?â
You and the strong gorgeous man stood in the middle of your laundry room, staring at the machine that held carrot captive. Strong man looked so sexy in his tight little t-shirt and sweatsâgod, you were so touch-deprived. Here you were creating scenarios in your head with a stranger that involved a washing machineâŠ
âOh, uh.â you gulped. âWe can't all be hercules, man.â
He yawed, causing you to look over in his direction. He looked young, maybe younger than you, with blackish brown hair and glossy eyes. His body looked delish, if you could say so yourself. You would pounce on him right then and there if you could.
âAll right, let me move it for you.â the minute he pushed up his sleeves, you swallowed your pride. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckâ
Within a second, he pulled the heavy machine with ease, letting out a sexy grunt that nearly made you moan. The wine was indeed hitting your slut system, for sure. The minute there was enough space for him to reach down to grab the garbage cat, he pulled him out, holding him far away from him after realizing how dirty he was.
âCarrot!! Youâre alive!!â
âYo, why is he covered inâŠsauce?â he made a face, turning to you with that gorgeous body of his. âAnd itâs name is carrot?â
âHe was born in a dumpster. Old habits die hard.â You said as a matter of fact my. âAnd heâs orange. Self-explanatory.â
Muscle man laughed, setting the cat down. âI guess that explains it.â
A few moments of silence. You didnât like the emptiness.
ââŠ.Do you think thatâs why he loves the washer?â you wondered out loud. âLike, it looks like a mini dumpster. Probably feels like one too when he rolls around like an idiot.â
The cat savior laughed shyly, but his eyes said otherwise.
âYou know,â you pondered as he looked at you as if he were going to tear you apart. âI don't know your name.â
âJongho,â he mumbled, a smile finally reaching his eyes. He still looked so tired, but you were too selfish to let this opportunity go. âAnd you?â
ây/n.â you smiled, looking him up and down like a crazy person. âI just moved in.â
âI know.â
âYou know?â
âMhm. Watched you fall down the stairs and play it off earlier. I was gonna help, but you seemed like you would have been embarrassed soâŠâ he started to laugh. âSorry. I should've helped you.â
You smirked. âWell, you made up for it now.â
You stood close, unaware how close you actually were. He smiled down at you while you looked at his lips.
âI should goâŠâ he hummed, eyes narrowed on you.
âYeah,â you breathed.
He looked at you lustfully for a moment longer, and then broke away from the trance to walk away. You followed him to the door, but right before he could leave, you blurted out the only thing on your mind.
âWould youâŠlike ramen, you know, before you go?â
He was facing away from you, and as you said those words, he stopped in the middle of the doorframe.Â
âDependsâŠâ he murmured, turning around to face you. His eyes were no longer sleepy, rather they looked murderous. âAre youâŠthe ramen?â
You nodded.Â
âMhm.âÂ
He smirked.Â
âI guess I can eat.â
You crossed the distance, tugging on his arm to pull him to you as you slammed the door behind him. You shoved yourself onto him, pressing his body up against the door, lips colliding at the same time.Â
His hands ravaged your body, moving from your hair, to your face, to your waist, to your ass. He moaned into your mouth causing you to arch your body into him like a cat.
âWanna move this into the shower? I need a shower.â you breathed against his lips as he kissed you.Â
âMhm.â he moaned against your lips, picking you up with that superhuman strength of his. âWhere is it?â
âLast door in the hall.â you slurred, his arms holding onto your back and your legs. He held you like you were a feather, hot damn.
He walked blindly towards the bathroom, bumping into the walls and door knobs aggressively. You gripped the back of his head, kissing him like you knew him forever.
You didn't even know him for ten minutes.Â
This is a new low, y/n. A new low.
Oh well, hot guy trumps embarrassment.
The minute he found the bathroom, you nearly tumbled into the room as he opened the door. He pressed you up against the wall, tugging at your lip with his teeth like an animal.
You slid off of him to turn on the water, sparing no time to undress him like a mannequin. He stood there, a boyish smile on his face as you pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned body. He was stunning, my god.
âIt must be the beer I drank,â he spoke lustfully. âBut damn, youâre the hottest thing Iâve ever seen.â
âDitto, hercules.â you hummed against his lips as you unbuttoned his jeans, smiling into a kiss. âNow shut the fuck up.â
He undressed. You followed, although he seemed inclined to pull your clothes off himself. He had a goofy smile on his face as he tugged your bra off, making you smile with him.
âSo pretty,â he whispered, tugging you back into him with a giggle. You stumbled into the shower, freezing cold water hitting your back and dripping down your head, drenching you from head to toe. You would have cared about the temperature any other time, but you were too focused on sucking this stranger's face. He didn't seem to mind, either.Â
You tasted the coldness of the water on his lips, your hands running up his bare skin to reach his hair. He moaned into your mouth as he bucked his hips into you, breathing heavily.
âI want you to eat me out.â you moaned as his hands danced at your hips. âThat was our deal.â
He smirked, burying his head into your shoulder as the water pounded against you. âYou want what?â he pestered, tongue dancing in your mouth as you lost your train of thought. âI didn't hear you.â
You groaned, tossing your head back. âI said I want you to eat me out.â
âEat what?â
âMe. Out.â
âMe out what?â
You shoved him against the cold tiles of the shower wall, glancing down at that sinister smile of his. âI want you to fuck me with your mouth.â
His hands smoothed your curves, his eyes everywhere on your body. âAlrighty then, no need to get harsh.â he laughed, gaining pleasure from having you repeat those words over and over again. âI heard you the first time.â
He knelt down in the shower, his lips meeting yours immediately. His hands were gripping your thighs, and you couldn't help but admit you liked seeing him, or any man, on their knees for you. His tongue slid through your core, igniting an eternal flame that only he could extinguish. He looked up at you through those long eyelashes of his, and you gripped his head, pulling his hair like your life depended on it.
âFuck.â you hissed, slamming your head back against the wall. âDon't stop.â
He hummed against you, his hands moving to grab your ass tightly. Every time he moaned it felt like a wave of electricity was flowing through your bodyâan intoxicating feeling on top of the wine.
He pulled back, even after hearing your command. As he looked up at you from his lowly position, it made you feel like you could rule the world.
âI would like to fuck you, you know, with more than just my mouth.â
You shivered under the coldness of the waterâand his touch. âYes, please. Go right ahead.â
He smirked at your response, standing up and gripping your hips without a word. He then shoved you up against the tiles, positioning himself just right, only to shove himself in like he owned the place. You gasped at his sudden entrance, your walls tightening around his dick.
He pumped into you, holding onto your waist from behind and pressing his other hand against the wall. You moaned as he quickened the pace, and either you were too lost in his trance or the wine added to the feeling, but you were so far gone that you didn't even notice when he picked you up mid stroke, holding you to his body as your back pressed against the wall. He fucked you silly, like he did it a million times before. You couldn't get enough of him, even if you just met him today. He was all you needed.Â
âCome inside me,â you groaned, your tone serious. His movements slowed at your words, unsure of what to do.
âH-huh?â he continued to pound into you, but he was reaching his high way sooner than he wanted to. âInto you? Are you on the pill?â
âPfft. yeah. Fuck children,â you shut your mouth, hating yourself for saying that while he was literally inside you. âThat sounded bad, jeez. What Iâm saying is you can come inside me. Please.â
He laughed at you, but was too focused on finishing that he ignored your craziness. His breaths began to quicken, his hips bucked in shallower movements as he reached his climax. You let out a cry as you felt the warmth of his come coat you from the inside, dripping down your thigh as his head fell onto your shoulder.
Your shaky breaths tangled together, the water slowly feeling colder and colder as you looked at each other.
And then you both laughed.
âIâŠwow.â Jongho laughed, setting you down slowly so he didn't hurt you.Â
You quickly reached to turn off the water, not holding back the string of curse words attached to your tongue.
You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck. âThat was fun.â
He smiled at you, leaning in to kiss your lips, once again like heâs done it before. âItâs nice to umâŠmeet you, y/n. I don't think I ever said that yet. Itâs not like I met you twenty minutes ago or anything.â
âIâm hoping youâll keep coming over to rescue my catâŠâ he mumbled, a knowing smirk on your face. âAnd to eat some ramen once in a while. A lot in a while, actually.â
âMhm. Just knock on the door, Iâll be at your service.â
Still in each otherâs arms, you were unsure about your future with the cat savior, but yet, this was just enough. It was strange, but enough.
For now, at least.
âSo, is now the right time to tell you Iâm ready for round two?â
#choi jongho#ateez smut#jongho smut#ateez x reader#next door neighbor au#jongho x reader#đŻđrecs#Honestly speaking I'd be a mess of my cat got stuck behind the washer omlđ«Ąđźâđš#cats are true angles to menace creatures! but they are so adorableđ„čđ#aksnksns love a good spicy Jonghođđ€#Jongho a real one for helping y/n though!!đ#ah Jongho the real rizz lord of ateez! truly!đ€đ
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The overwhelming flood of passion omlđ„čđ like the love and like true love they both share is just so heartwarmingđ„č This was so romantic!! The way Hongjoong treats y/nđ€đ where can I find that!? The adorablness is out of this worldđ„°
philoselene (k.h.j)
You werenât sure what to think of Hongjoong, with his ever-changing hair and ever-growing piercings. He is the complete opposite of you, and youâre unsure of why he keeps gravitating toward you, or why he found an interest in you at all. Through his eyes though, he swears youâd be able to handle the weight of the moon if he were to pull it down for you.
or the one where hongjoong would do just about anything for you, and he canât help but show it when heâs got you on top of him for the first time.
ao3 | m.list | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog.Â
WORDCOUNTâ 6.2k
PAIRINGâ alt!stoner!hongjoong x afab readerÂ
CONTENTâ some weed smoking and moon gazing happen, a little bit of them struggling to translate their thoughts into words that make sense, very fluffy stuff, heâs a little shy about his body, service top hongjoong, first time together, intensely passionate smut
NOTEâ just fyi, i know the description makes it seem like the reader is insecure. I can assure you, she is not. Itâs just two people learning that they fit together like a puzzle, and wanting to know each otherâs thought processes. anyway, im very in love with hongjoong and thatâs why I basically just wrote comfort smut. BYE. not proof read so pls dont point out my typos, ill actually cry.Â
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#hongjoong smut#kim hongjoong smut#kim hongjoong x reader#hongjoong x y/n#ateez kim hongjoong#ateez hoongjong#đŻđrecs#def a Hongjoong comfort fic nowđđ#like the casual romance in this is everythingđ„čđ#the reassurances! the two just knowing each others soulsđ«Łđ#their funny goofiness is just so endearing and adorableđ€đ„°
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KNIGHT CHAN AKSNSKDNWKđ±đđ The absolute depth in this is phenomenalđ„șđ„° a stowaway princess and a knightđđ the descriptive writing was so good I could literally see the scenes in my head like I was watching a movie!!!!đ±đđ and the way they both slowly opened up to each otherđđą stupendous!!đ aksnsksks literally in love with your writing!đ€đ
Runaway Princess (M) ~Bang Chan
Pairing: RoyalKnight!Chan x Princess!Reader Themes: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Strangers to Lovers, AU - Mediaeval Setting Warnings: mentions and depictions of domestic abuse (unrelated to Chan), graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut). hope i didnât miss anything Word Count: ~16k | AO3 Summary: Your best friend has sent her most trusted knight to help you escape your abusive home, an intriguing man with many facets you canât wait to uncover.
Authorâs Note: this piece started as just the mountain scene⊠but before i knew i wanted to expand more on it, blacked out, and suddenly it was twice as long. anyway, if youâre reading this, hope you enjoy! know that feedback is always appreciated.
Smut Warnings: dirty talk? i guess, fingering (F.Rec), handjob, oral (M.Rec, F.Rec only implied), dry humping, nipple play (F.Rec), cumshot, unprotected penetration (thereâs an unspoken notion that pulling out prevents pregnancy, this is all purely fictional, please protect yourselves irl!).
Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.
âWho are you?!â
Finding yourself being pulled into a stable at dawn was not something you expected to happen today when you decided to go on a walk, much less finding the person that had pulled you into said stable to be a man you didnât know.
âIâm sorry for the⊠Well, the unconventional method to get you to meet meâ, the man gave you an apologetic smile, and a short bow of his head. âMy nameâs Chan, Your Highness. I am a knight of Queen Naeelâs guard. Her Majesty sent me hereâ.
Your eyes widened at the mention of Naeelâs name, your guard lowering just slightly. Now that the initial fight or flight feeling wore off, you took your time to analyse the man in front of you. Chan was⊠A handsome young man. He was certainly built like a knight as far as you could tell, very broad, his stance ready for any sudden movement you could make.
You scanned his face for a moment, trying to find any semblance of a lie in his expression. A mess of brown curls on his head, warm brown eyes, a big nose, plump lips, and a scar going from his right eyebrow to the middle of his cheek were all the details you could focus on, his attire that of someone who had indeed prepared for a handful of months travelling from one realm to the other. Interesting⊠Definitely a handsome young man, but no semblance of lies just yet.
âHow do I know youâre telling the truth?âÂ
âI have this as proofâ, Chan reached for his pocket, taking out what looked to be a piece of cord and handing it over to you. âHer Majesty said that would be enoughâŠâ He sounded sceptical, and you couldnât blame him. The thing was composed of several different colours of ribbons tied together, the fabric worn down and the colours washed out from years and years of use, a single star charm tied to the middle. You knew he was telling the truth as soon as you saw it, since you kept an exact copy but with a sun charm around your ankle.
Queen Naeel and you had been friends for years. When you met, you were both tiny little princesses, your parents had taken you both to a grand ball in the realm that separated yours, a friendship that bloomed through correspondence and even more meet-ups as you grew up. You had not known platonic love until you got close to her, and to this day she was probably one of the few reasons why you were still breathing in the first place.
âWhy⊠Why are you here?â You eyed Chan carefully, your fist closing over the friendship anklet, shaking slightly in your tight hold.
âHer Majesty saidâand please forgive me, Your Highness, these were her exact wordsâthat she couldnât let you continue living with your bitch-ass fatherâ, Chan grimaced slightly, and you couldnât help but chuckleâyeah, that definitely sounded like her. âShe read your last letter and got worried, so she sent me to help you escapeâ.
You father⊠He was the king of your realm, a powerful man who had only ever known greed and lust. He resented your existence, it was something he never let you forget, he would remind you at any chance he got how your birth brought the death of âthe only woman he had ever lovedââsomething you doubted was true, as that man had proven time and time again that he was incapable of feeling any form of love.
As you grew up, your father kept showing more and more distaste towards you. You were just like any other girl, rowdy, adventurous, with a thirst for knowledge that could hardly be quenched by the numerous volumes in the royal library. âYou should be focusing on embroidery and all those things princesses do, not on riding those damn horses and getting all dirty in the royal gardensâ the worst part was that you did like those things, too. You loved embroidery and needlework, and you doubted other princesses didnât enjoy riding horses or climbing trees, there was no way you were any different from any other girl out there.
Your suspicions were confirmed the first time you finally met other princesses, the exposure to other girls your age finally cementing in you the fact that your father simply hated you. It didnât matter what you said or did, he would hate you regardless, so you stopped fighting him altogether, opting to keep your mouth shut when he spit his hateful words at youâit was a lost fight before it even started, after all.
By the time you were fifteen he had already remarried, his new wife birthing a son shortly after, finally displacing you from the picture completely. âWho wants a rude, daft princess when I finally have a prince of my own?â you heard him tell one of his advisors once, you wouldnât lie, the words stung, they hurt, and you spent days holed up in your room cryingânot like anyone cared much about it anyway, if anything, only your maids showed concern when you eventually had stopped eating. Your father, his council members, your step-mother, none of them really cared about you.
A sigh passed your lips as you looked at the anklet in your hand. âDo you even have a plan, or did my dear friend send you here on a whim?â Your friend could be very⊠Spontaneous, to put it simply. Some would even say she was a bit eccentric, but regardless of her odd ways, she had a strong sense of morality. If she believed something was wrong she would act immediately, âletâs just do it! We can always figure out the details later!â She would often say, which, judging by the sheepish smile on Chanâs lips, was probably exactly what she had told him before sending him here.
âIâve been trying to come up with something, but⊠Itâs my first time in your kingdom, to be honest, so I donât know my way around that wellâ, Chan simply shrugged. âBased on what Her Majesty has told me about you, though, I was hoping we could figure something out together, Your Highnessâ.
You figured it wouldnât be hard to leave, considering your presence was hardly ever noticed in the castle anyway. So, after informing Chan of an inn he could stay at for the next few days, you two began to plot your escape. You would have to travel for months, so your baggage had to be kept at a minimum, clothes only as necessary, money, a few toiletries you refused to let go of, and the odd knick-knack with sentimental value were the only things you thought you might need. Chan seemed to agree with you, but he stressed the importance of the right clothes to take with you, no dresses or gowns, only garments that wouldnât obstruct your mobility, and thick coats were a must since you were going to cross snowy mountains.
Throughout the next handful of days you set on the task to gather your supplies as inconspicuously as you could, getting them out of the castle in small batches to not attract suspicions. The thick coats were the first ones to go since they were the heaviest, you brought them to the inn Chan was staying at for safe keeping, and the rest soon followed, until five days later you were able to bundle everything neatly so you could strategically place it on your horse afterâa suggestion Chan gave you alleging that âitâll be easier for her if you distribute the weightâ, which made sense to you.
On your last day in your fatherâs castle, you gathered as many jewels as you could, as well as any gold and silver coins you had stashed away for safe-keeping throughout the years. Deep down, you had always had the idea of escaping, so you had saved up, even if you hardly ever entertained the idea. You never had the guts to go through with it because you knew you wouldnât have been able to make it on your own. Now, though, your best friend and her trusted knight had given you the support you needed, so you took it, finally releasing yourself from your fatherâs abusive grasp.
You wouldnât lie, your first week was hard. You hadnât realised how privileged you were. Sure, you had been emotionally and physically abused for years, but youâd always had food and shelter and comfort⊠The first night you had to camp out you could hardly get any sleep, the floor was uneven, and the noises of the night scared you. âDonât worry, princess⊠I got you. I wonât let anything happen to youâ Chan had gently offered when he saw your panicked expression after a particularly loud noise. And, in a way, that did comfort you a bit.
Chan⊠Chan was gentle, he was proper, and so well mannered⊠At least, he was when he talked to you. As the days went by, youâd catch glimpses of his other facets, particularly when he thought you werenât close enough to hear, and it intrigued you. When you two went to any tavern to get some sustenance, and youâd separate from him for one reason or another, you could hear him talk with the attendant, or with another customer, and it was as if he was a completely different personâor rather, a different version of himself. Looser, cheekier, and with a mouth that would put any sailor to shameâall that gone and replaced with his stoic, responsible, and sensible side as soon as you came close and he noticed your presence. It was fascinating, really. And you would lie if you said your curiosity hadnât been piqued.
You started to notice Chan loosen up around two weeks into your journey. His stance around you relaxed, heâd joke more, tease more, and it gave you a very diluted taste of that Chan you had secretly seenâand heardâtalking with anyone other than you. You tried your best to make him feel comfortable around you, but you also tried your best to press his buttons, to get him to react to you, to annoy him a bit.Â
You quickly found out that Chan liked to lead, to be in control, and oftentimesâin situations that werenât that seriousâyou enjoyed defying him, you enjoyed seeing the way his jaw clenched and his gaze shifted, almost, almost as if he wanted to put you in your place, but as soon as you saw that shift in him, you relented, hearing the shaky intake of breath and seeing the whiplash of his own emotions reflected in his eyes.
âHow far are we?â You asked out of curiosity as you absentmindedly pushed the bright embers with a stick.
âIâd say⊠We probably have a bit more than a month and a half to go, Your Highnessâ, Chan simply looked at the bonfire, at how you pushed the burning pieces around. âWhy? Are you not enjoying the super comfortable soil at night, princess?â There was a glint of a teasing tone in his voice, that bit of sarcasm that intrigued you, that piqued your interest, and it made you snort, such an un-princess-like reaction that you knew your father wouldâve punished you for as soon as he heard it.
âIâll take the forestâs soil every night if it means being away from that goddamned castleâ, you commented, taking the stick out of the fire and waving it in the air to put out the small flame that had clung to it. âOddly enough, sleeping on the ground feels more comfortable than being trapped within those wallsâ.
You could feel Chanâs eyes burning on your side profile, almost as if he was pondering while he scrutinised your face. There was usually distance between you and Chan, both physically and metaphorically, but tonight, as you sat thigh against thigh by the bonfire trying to keep yourselves warm, you could almost, almost feel how those reservations of his were diminishing slowly, but steadily.
âYour Highness, if I may⊠Why did Her Majesty send me to get you? What was happening in there with your father?â Chan surprised you when he asked such a personal question, and it was almost as if he could infer what happened, but he wanted to be certain of it, why he wanted to know, though, you werenât sure. âYou know how Queen Naeel can be, she didnât give me any details other than what I told you when we metâŠâ
Your eyes were fixed on the dancing flames in front of you as you took in a deep breath. âMy father⊠My father is a man that doesnât know love. He claims he does, but he doesnât. He blames me for my motherâs death, says that, had I not been growing in her, she wouldnât have died trying to bring me into this world. Stupid, isnât it? Blame me, who didnât ask to be brought here in the first place, while he himself put me in there. Heâs just mad she died not giving him a sonâ.
It was as if a dam broke, words falling out of your mouth endlessly with no way to stop them. You told him everything that had happened to youâmaybe in too much detail, youâd admit. You told him how your father treated youâor rather, mistreated youâhow you were ignored, treated as a lesser being in your own home, how you couldnât simply be you, you couldnât exist. Food was kept from you when you spoke out of line, you were confined to your chambers when you didnât behave as you were expected to, those workers that came too close to you would be discharged as soon as your father found out, and whenever you did anything your father deemed unworthy, not princess-like, not to his standards, heâd hit you. With a stick, with an iron rod, with his hands, with whatever he could reach at the time.
Chan listened intently to every single word that left your mouth, and you hadnât even realised you were crying until you felt his hand holding yours, the soft caress of his thumb on your knuckles easing the trembles you didnât even know were coursing through you.
âIâm⊠Iâm sorry, princessâ, was all he said as he held your hand.
âThereâs no need for thatâ, you hiccuped as you used your sleeve to wipe some of the tears on your face. âThe only one that should be sorry is him⊠And even then, Iâm not sure I would ever be able to forgive himâ.
âYou donât really have to, princessâ, Chan offered, his tone gentle. âThere are things in this world that canât be forgiven. The notion that we must forgive to heal our wounds is⊠Is not for everyone. Not in my opinion, at leastâ.
âI think thatâs a fair opinion to haveâ, you moved your gaze from where it was fixed on your joined hands so you could look him in the eyes. Chan was already looking at you, the light of the bonfire had his brown eyes almost sparkling, and you couldnât help but feel your breath catching in your throat under his heavy gaze. Using every bit of royal tricks you had, you put up your walls, trying to appear more collected than you were when you finally spoke again. âHave you done it before?â
Chan blinked slightly, almost as if your question had startled him. âDone what, Your Highness?â
âHeal without forgivingâ, your eyes jumped around his face, taking in his features, his lips, his nose, his eyes, his scar⊠Had he been sitting this close the entire time? You could practically count every individual eyelash, and if you were completely honest with yourself, it was quickening your heartbeat more than you would like to admit.
âI haveâ, Chan replied simply, his eyes seemed to be also taking in your features for a moment, until he finally let go of your hand, bringing it instead to his face, pointing to his scar. âBoth physically and emotionallyâ.
You wanted to inquire more, to learn the story behind the scar on his face, but before you could, Chan stood up from the ground, huffing an âanyway, you should sleep, Your Highnessâ, effectively ending the conversation.
Something shifted between you two that night. You had expected Chan to treat you differently, perhaps trying to act sympathetic around you, or trying to act as if he were walking on eggshells when he talked to you after you told him what had happened to you, what had been done to you. Instead, he just opened up more, showing you more of that other side of himânot fully, but just⊠More. And it dawned on you then that at that moment, Chan started to see you, to really see you. As a person, as a woman, not some entity, some mindless princess living the perfect royal life. Heâd joke even more, tease you even more, and heâd play along when you defied him, and it was fun.Â
âBe careful, princessâ, heâd tell you when you got a bit too close to the edge, when you had pressed his buttons a bit too much. âOr what? What are you going to do about it?â youâd taunt him, and sometimes, youâd catch his eyes moving around your face, resting on your lips for a fraction of a second, before they snapped back up and simply diverted the conversation. âI might have to leave you right here on your own, Your Highnessâ, heâd tell you with a teasing smile on his lips. You knew it was all talk, so you would always scoff at the comment.
It was odd, really, considering you hadnât known each other for long. But Chan truly made you feel safe, made you feel comfortable, and in a way, you hoped he felt that way around you, too, all things considered. Somehow, it was as if there was something lingering between you two, when you talked, when you stood close, you felt almost as if there were sparks flying around, a tension that would build the longer you spent time together, a tension that was not uncomfortable by any means, it was just⊠There, as if you both were just holding your breath, expectant, and it truly, truly intrigued you.Â
âWeâre going further up the mountains tomorrow, princessâ, Chan commented as you two sat on the stools of the innâs tavern, watching as the attendant took the empty plates in front of you. âI heard from a lad just a while ago that itâs snowing heavilyâŠâ
Your eyes lit up, your whole body perking up as you snapped your head in his direction, looking at him. âReally?â
Chan blinked slightly, confused. âYes? Thatâs not⊠Itâs not something good for us, Your Highnessâ, he finished off with a laugh, taking another sip of his drink.
âOh, it isnât?â Your shoulders slumped slightly, feeling bummed out now. âIâve just never seen snow beforeâ.
Chan looked slightly surprised. âNever ever?â
âNever. It doesnât snow where Iâm fromâ.
Chan just hummed, thoughtful. âGuess we might need to get a few more supplies, princessâ.
You rolled your eyes in annoyance, not because of the comment itself but because Chan kept on calling you âprincessâ or âYour Highnessâ, and now, it was really starting to annoy you. âItâs been over a month already, Chan. Stop referring to me by titleâŠâ
Chan simply chuckled, taking a long sip of his ale and licking his lips clean right after. âYou are a princess, Your Highness. I must address you as such. Iâm only a Knight, after allâ.
You hated the way he said that, as if he thought of himself as being below youâalthough you did want him below you sometimes, just in a more improper way. âIâm asking you not to, though. Isnât that enough for you?â
Chan looked at you for a moment, then back to his drink. âThis feels like a trap questionâŠâ
âCome on, if our roles were reversed, would you want me to continue calling you prince? Your Highness? Or would you want me to be comfortable around you? To be myself?â The question was pointed, and when Chan stared into your eyes right as you asked it, you could see something in them, an emotion you couldnât quite decipher.
âPrincessâŠâ It was his warning tone, the tone that he started to use when you were almost pressing his buttons too much. âI am myself around youâ.
You scoffed. âPlease, not even you believe thatâ, you couldnât help the sarcastic laugh at that, taking a sip of your drink.
âI am! At least, a more⊠Proper version of myself, I guessâ, he admitted. âThe me whoâs a knight. A knight of Queen Naeelâs Guard, and as such, I must address royalty appropriately. Come on, letâs go buy a few blankets, princessâ, Chan added as he stood up from his seat, gulping the rest of his drink in one go.
You hated that he continuously put that space between you two, because you didnât want it there, because, by the time you had finally made it to the snowy mountains, you were burning up from the inside out, and you wanted nothing more than for him to let go of those inhibitions.
âItâs coldâ, you dumbly commented as you both seeked shelter in the mountains, the snow under your horsesâ hooves crunching with every step they took.
You werenât that used to such low temperatures. not because you had any particular heating system in your fatherâs castle, but because your realm was of a much warmer climate all year round, so much so it was considered as if there were only two seasons there, rainy and drought, with constant warm temperatures.
âYou donât say, princessâ Chan snorted, pulling on the bridle gently to stop his horse. âI think this place will do. The horses need to rest and itâs getting darkâ.
It was an almost cave on the side of the mountain, big enough to fit you two and your two horses with some room to spare. It wasnât completely closed off so it wouldnât provide as much insulation as you wouldâve liked, but you had to make do.
Chan looked for a place to tie the equines securely so they wouldnât run away during the night, all while you set camp. Youâd learn how to actually do these things on this journey, a skill that you were now grateful to have. Had you made your escape without Chan, you wouldâve surely died the first night out there, unable to set a safe space for yourself. You could still remember the first time you tried to start a fire with the two pieces of flint, you had given up after the twentieth time, and Chan had offered you an encouraging âitâs all about practice, princess. Youâll get there eventuallyâ. And you got there, the fire in front of you starting with a single flick of the two stones together proof of that.
âWeâre only two weeks away from Queen Naeelâs realmâ, Chan commented once you had had supper, extending his hands towards the bonfire. âItâll be much easier to move once weâre there, probably three weeks in total for us to reach the castleâ.
You simply hummed in response, scooting closer to the fire. âI canât wait to see her, I really, really miss herâ.
âYou two are really good friends, arenât you? For Her Majesty to do something like thisâŠâ
âWe areâ, you could feel your teeth starting to chatter slightly, so you tried to wrap the blanket you had brought with you tighter around your body. âI love her deeply. And after this, I donât think Iâd ever be able to repay herâ.
Chan chuckled softly. âHer Majesty wouldnât expect you to repay her, Your Highness. But if youâre close, Iâm sure you knowâ.
âOh, I knowâ, you tried to get as close to the fire as you could, taking special care to not get your blanket on fire. âBut still. I wonât be able to repay her, nor you. Iâm really gratefulâ.
âI mean, it was a royal order, so itâs not like Iâm making art for artâs sake, princessâ, Chan snorted. âBut I must say, it isnât as difficult as I thought it was going to beâ.
âOh? Why? Did you expect a bratty little princess high on her horse? Or did you expect for the journey to be riddled with traps and schemes like in the classic novels they teach at school?â
You heard Chan mumble something, it was hard to hear but you couldâve sworn he had said something along the lines of ââŠa bit of a bratâ but before you could question it he was shaking his head slightly and speaking again. âHonestly, Iâm not exactly sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasnât this, Your Highness. Youâve made it really easy. Youâre fun to talk with, even though youâre a princess and Iâm a simple knight, you treat me with real respect when weâre not joking around. Iâve had fun all throughout and, in a way, Iâm gratefulâ.
Oh? So he did enjoy when you pressed his buttons, interesting⊠You blinked slightly, at his words, a little shocked. After a few seconds, you scoffed, a smile settling on your lips. âHow silly. I am the one whoâs grateful hereâ.
âItâs not a competition, princessâ, Chan chuckled, standing up from where he was sitting by the bonfire to lay on the blanket you had laid for him on the floor. âYou should get some sleepâ.
You simply hummed in acknowledgement, but you didnât move. Truth was, you were freezing. You had also laid a blanket on the floor for you to lay on, but you figured that if you were freezing sitting right here by the fire, youâd die if you laid down on the blanket. So you sat there, as close as you could to the fire, wrapping the blanket over your body as tight as you could.
You werenât sure how much time had passedâfifteen, twenty minutes?â but you figured Chan was fast asleep already, since he was completely silent. You sat there, debating whether you should go to your other blanket on the floor, maybe pick it up and throw it over your body as well and sit here to try and get some heat from the bonfire. But you couldnât move, you were just too cold and moving from this spot sounded like the worst idea ever.
Suddenly, you felt hands on your body, holding your upper arms over the blanket you had around your form. You tensed slightly at the unexpected contact, turning your face to find a concerned looking Chan staring at you. âYouâre shivering, princessâ.
âIâmâIâm really coldâ, your whole face felt as if it was about to fall off, and it was truly not pleasant at all.
Chan moved away from you, picking up the blanket on the floor and wrapping it around you. It helped a bit⊠Emphasis on a bit, as you could still feel your teeth chattering slightly. He noticed, so he moved away again, grabbing his own blanket.
âDonât youâDonât you dareâ, was all you could muster, seeing as Chan stopped in his tracks with his blanket still in his hand. âYouâll freezeâ.
âYou clearly need it more than I do, Your Highness. Iâm used to this climate, youâre clearly notâ, he attempted to wrap his blanket around your form, but you stopped him, a rush of coldness reaching you as your arms left the safety of your cocoon. âYour Highnessââ
âLetâs just⊠Letâs just share, thenâ, you werenât thinking much when you said it, you just desperately wanted some warmth, you didnât think you could withstand this for much longer.
Chan looked apprehensive for a moment, until he finally nodded, guiding you from where you sat by the fire to the blanket he had been laying on previously. As soon as you laid down, he threw all remaining three blankets over your body, finally tucking himself in as well after you gave him a disapproving look when he looked like he was thinking of not doing it.
Soon enough, with the amount of blankets on top of you, and another human body next to you, you started to warm up. Chan wasnât really that close to you, there was a fair distance, but the blankets provided enough insulation for his body heat to spread over to you, which you couldnât help but let out a sigh of relief about.
âBetter?â Chan asked after a while as he was laying on his left side, turned to you.
âMuchâ, you were still cold, but not freezing cold, so it was a start. You would surely warm up completely eventually. âThank youâ.
âYouâre welcome. Now, sleepâ.
You laid there for a while, waiting to warm up further so you could comfortably fall asleep, hearing how Chanâs breathing evened out. Every time you had to sleep in a new setting, it took you a long time to get to sleep, be it for the hard terrain, the changes in temperature, or the noises around you, it always took you a long time, which translated into you tossing and turning more than you probably should with another person sleeping next to you.
At first you laid on your back, then you moved towards Chan, but you couldnât help your eyes from staying open and focusing on his handsome face, so you laid on your back again, only to turn away from him and lay on your left side. You repeated the motions a few times, your coat coming undone in the process, opening and leaving your front exposed-save for the shirt below it, of course. Thankfully the heap of blankets provided enough warmth that you didnât really need to close it again.Â
As you continued to sporadically toss and turn, you couldnât help but come to the realisation that you were literally sharing your sleeping space with Chan. Somehow, that realisation made you warm up quicker, made you even more restless, which honestly was not what you needed right now. What if you inadvertently pressed yourself to him while you slept? Sure, you were attracted to him but you didnât want to make him uncomfortable, much less if you didnât know how he felt about the entire thing. He was still, after all, putting that space between you two.
You continued your almost struggle with yourself, with finding a comfortable position to sleep, until Chan suddenly moved, his arm wrapping around you and his hand holding onto your ribs, effectively stopping your movement. An annoyed huff passed his lips, the heat of his palm just shy away from your breast kick-starting your heartbeat. âStop moving so much, princess. Iâm trying to sleepâ, the low tone of his voice so close to your ear sent a shiver down your spine, you just couldnât help it, and you had to shut your eyes tightly, swearing at yourself for getting yourself in this situation.
Your senses were on high alert, suddenly aware of the lack of space between your bodies, Chan was not fully pressed to you, but one push and he could be⊠He could very well be flush to your back, the thought now worming into your brain, playing on a maddening loop and why wouldnât he just move his hand a bit further upâŠ?
âIâm trying to get comfortableâ, could he feel your racing heart against his palm as he held you? There was no way he couldnât, but you were still proud of the evenness in your voice, as if you were not burning from the inside out from your sinful thoughts and the mere feel of his hand on you.
âWeâre laying on the ground under a dent on the side of a mountain, Your Highness. Sorry to say, but I donât think youâll find any comfort tonightâ, Chan let out an amused chuckle, his words coming out as barely a whisper.
âIâm missing the inn we stayed at last nightâŠâ You commented absentmindedly. Your mind was too focused on Chanâs hand on your ribs, his hold firm, but gentle, succeeding at keeping you from shuffling too much and Gods why wouldnât he just move it up?
âAlmost two months of travelling and youâve already let your standards dip this low, huh princess?â Chan shuffled a bit, getting more comfortable, you presume. Was he closer now? You couldnât tell. There was still a fair bit of space between your bodies, space that the more you felt his warm palm on you the more you wished it didnât exist.
âBeggars canât be choosers, isnât that what they say?â What if you pushed yourself to him? Would he like that? Or would you overstep some boundary if you did? Chan was unmarried, you knew that much, and sometimes you saw the way his eyes looked at you, the way they settled on your lips longer than what was conventionally appropriate, the way he leaned forward just a bit only to step back and smile at you, the way his hands would linger on your skin whenever he had to touch you⊠Or had you imagined it? âThatâs whatâs brought us here, cuddled up under these blankets, barely even sheltered by the mountainsideâ.
âThis can hardly be considered cuddling, Your Highnessâ, there was a glint of amusement in Chanâs words, you could almost hear the smile on his lips as he said it.
Chanâs hand started to move, painfully slow, retreating carefully from your frame so it could go back to lay wherever he had been keeping it before placing it on your body. You couldnât let that happen, not now that you knew how having the weight of his hold on you felt like. Maybe the cold had effectively killed every single one of your brain cells, all reason slipping from you as your hand shot to his quickly before he got to remove it from you completely, tugging on itâthe sudden movement catching Chan off guard, making his chest press against your upper back with the motions.
You heard it.Â
You heard the way his breath caught in his throat at the contact, and the sound fuelled your impulsive actions, so you placed his hand right back where it was on your ribs, if only a bit further up, almost, almost touching the underside of your breast. âWe need to fix that thenâ, cuddling wasnât exactly what you had in mind right now, but it was a start.
Chan didnât move away, he didnât talk, you doubt he was barely even breathing, at least for a moment. There was silence for a bit, until you heard the shaky inhale, feeling the exhale against your nape right after. âPrincess⊠What are you doing?â His tone was tentative, checking the waters for what might be appropriate to say or not, just like he often did.
âIâm not doing anythingâ, you couldnât help the smile that crept onto your lips as you lied through your teeth.
âBullshitâ, youâd truly only ever heard Chan swear when he thought you werenât close by to hear, and even then he was usually so far away it barely even felt like it was him talking. Now, you had finally heard it clear as day against your ear, and it shouldnât have affected you, but it didâyour thighs pressing a bit closer together to ease a bit of that ache that was steadily building between your legs.
Chan didnât make any attempts to move, not closer nor away from you. You could feel his chest rise and fall against your back in short spurts, and you knew you had caught his attention with your stunt. Maybe the cold had truly killed your reason. âWhat if I am doing something, though?â Your voice was barely a whisper, but you could hear a pin drop in the silence that surrounded you, so you knew he was listening.
You heardâand feltâhis deep intake of breath, the thumb of the hand you kept pressed to your ribs moving ever so slightly, back and forth, back and forth, slowly, each stroke almost touching the underside of your breast. âI shouldnâtâŠâ
âYou donât sound too convincedâ.
âIâm notâ, he admitted immediately, almost as if the words had escaped from a place deep within him where they had been contained. âYou⊠Youâre a princess, Your Highnessâ.
âAnd? I told you my story, my title has brought nothing but despair and desolation to my life. Besides, Iâm running away from my land, I wouldnât be surprised if the King has revoked it alreadyâ.
Silence fell between you two, but your positions didnât change, nor did the movement of Chanâs thumb on you stop. The more the silence stretched out, the more unsure you started to feel, insecurity creeping into every secluded area of your mind.
âUnless you⊠Unless Iâm making you uncomfortable. You can say that, too, if thatâs what this is, and Iâll stopâ.
Chan chuckled softly behind you, the sound almost incredulous. âI must be a better actor than I thought if you think you are making me uncomfortableâ, he went silent for a bit, until his upper body shuffled a bit closer to you, fully pressing his chest to your back as his lips came close to your ear. âThe only uncomfortable thing right now, princess, is my traitorous cock straining my pantsâ.
Your breath hitched in your throat, your thighs further pressing together, an involuntary reaction upon Chanâs confession. Encouraged by his words, you held his hand tighter, dragging it further up so he could finally cup your breast, a shaky exhale passing your lips as his hand groped you as soon as you had placed it there.
âFuckâŠâ Chanâs lips attached to your neck, leaving kisses and licks wherever he could while his hands grew bolder, dragging to your other breast to provide it with as much attention as the other, gently teasing your nipples over your shirt. âIs this why you were tossing and turning so much? Because you were thinking of me touching you like this?â
âI wasâWas truly trying to get comfortableâŠâ Any time his lips pressed on your skin, you felt a jolt of excitement spark from the spot and shoot straight down to your core, your clenching thighs doing absolutely nothing to ease the ache that continued to build between your legs. You needed him. You needed Chan to touch you without barriers, you needed to feel as much of his skin on you as you could. âChanâŠâ
âFuckâ, his hand shot down from your breast to cup you over your trousers, pulling you to him so your rear was flush to his crotch. You couldnât help the whine that escaped you as you felt him, hard and warm, grinding slowly against you, with his hand still on your mound. âIf you keep making those sounds, if you keep saying my name like that⊠Iâll do something you might regret in the morningâ.
You pushed further into him, your bum dragging over his crotch, making him swear under his breath. âDo itâ.
His hand moved, slipping past the waistband of your trousers, under your underwear for his fingers to find your slit. âShit, so wet and Iâve barely even touched you, princessâ, coating his fingers in your essence he brought them up to your clit, rubbing teasing circles on your skin, moans catching in your throat as you bit your lower lip to dampen the sounds.
âChan⊠A bitâbit softerâ.
Chanâs fingers complied, adjusting the pressure of his slow movements on you. âMmm, like this?â
âGo up a biâOh, shitâŠâ
A soft chuckle passed Chanâs lips, raising goosebumps on your nape as he mumbled against your skin. âSwearing, princess? Such a dirty mouth⊠I wonder what else it can doâ.
âYouâŠâ Swallowing thickly, you gathered your thoughts, the slow, almost teasing movement of his fingers on your clit making your head spin. âYouâd be surprisedâ
âIâm sureâ, his pace picked up, your legs parting enough to give him more space to manoeuvre, holding onto his forearm for dear life as your breathing became more and more laboured. âIâve been⊠Been thinking of doing this, princess. Of touching you, kissing you⊠I know I shouldnât have, but I wasâ.Â
âBeen⊠Been thinking about you, tooâŠâ You could feel heat spread on your face the more he worked you up, his lips on your skin aiding the movement of his fingers on building and building and building your impending orgasm. The slow grind of his hips against your rear was maddening, the feel of his hard length on your bum suddenly making you feel empty, the need to have him in you growing exponentially with each swipe of his fingers on your clit.
âSpread your legs further, lay it over my thighâ.
You did as asked, right as Chan pushed his knee between your legs for you to move them further apart and give him more space for his fingers to dip from your clit to your entrance, his ring and middle finger entering you with ease, a shameless moan escaping your mouth at the sudden feeling of fullness. You were sure it wouldnât be as fulfilling as his cock, but it would do for now.
 âGuide me, princessâ, Chan whispered against your ear, his tone confident, but slightly urgent, his lips brushing your skin with every syllable. âTell me how you like to be touched hereâ.
âBit more towards the entrance⊠More⊠HarderâŠâ
Chan adjusted his fingers to follow your direction, prodding your walls until he finally found the spot you were guiding him to. Your sigh of relief did not go unnoticed, an amused chuckle falling from Chanâs lips as the movement of his fingers inside of you picked up, his palm lightly stimulating your clit. âYouâre fucking dripping all over my fingers⊠You have really been wanting this, havenât you? Shit, I bet if it werenât for these many layers of fabric we could hear the wet sounds as my fingers go in and out of youâŠâ
âShitâŠâ The faster he moved, the more you cursed, your moans and whines becoming more and more frequent. Desperation started to cling to you, your hips rolling to chase his fingers as well as to rub yourself against his crotch, your walls clenching around him the further that familiar knot in your stomach tightened. You needed your release, and you needed it now. âChan⊠I needâWant toâŠâ
âCome on, princess. Give it to me. I got you, remember? I got you. Let me hear you come for meâŠâ
Your vision blurred, the knot in your lower belly unravelling as your climax hit you after a few more flicks of his fingers against your walls, letting warmth spread within your body in its wake. You might have moaned out his name as you did, you couldnât tell, your senses momentarily shut off, completely overcome by the entire feeling.
Chan removed his fingers from your core, his hand dragging out of your underwear spreading the remnants of your release on your skin as it went, sneaking under your shirt and settling on your lower belly, softly kneading your flesh. âIâm fucking ruined, princessâ, his lips pressed kisses on your skin between words, making you flush further. âHow can I go back to acting normal around you now that I know you can moan so prettily for me?â
You were still panting, your nerve endings still on fire, but that didnât stop you from turning around, finally coming face to face with Chan. The full moon and the barely lit bonfire provided enough light for you to make out the features of his face, to see his eyes scanning your face intently. âIâm sure we can figure something outâ, taking a hold of the collar of his coat you pulled him to you, crashing your lips with his, a surprised yelp escaping Chanâs throat with the action, surprised as if he had not just had his fingers in your cunt, as if he had not just coaxed a mind-numbing orgasm out of you.
As soon as the initial shock passed, he sprung into action, his tongue making its way into your mouth to hungrily push against yours. His hands found purchase on your bum, eagerly groping you as you palmed his crotch, firmly pressing against his length, the action making Chan bite your lower lip with a grunt and his hips buck forward.
You wasted no time undoing his coat, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his trousers, and pulling his zipper down, finally slipping your hand in his underwear to get a feel of him all while you continued to devour his mouth. Chan was warm and heavy in your hand, the sensation making you feel dizzy with all the chaotic thoughts that suddenly started to roam freely in your mindâhow he would feel in your mouth, how heavy he would feel on your tongue, how he would stretch your cunt open, how he would fill you upâŠ
âShow me how you like itâ, you mumbled against his lips as your fingers wrapped around him, your thumb spreading the fluids spilling from his tip around his head, aiding you to give a couple tentative pumps to his cock.
âShit⊠Spit on your hand, princess. Make it feel as if it were your warm, wet cunt on meâ.
Chan truly was swearing a lot, you had heard him before, but you werenât prepared. The contrast of his usual way of addressing you and this had your head spinning. Seeing him and hearing him lose himself enough to let his mouth run freely was immensely gratifying, and you wanted nothing more than to continue to hear him let himself go like this.Â
So you did as asked, ungracefully spitting on your hand so you could wrap it around him once again. Somewhere in the back of your mind you could remember your father reprimanding you when you were little for spittingâ âproper ladies do not spit, much less princesses. Thatâs something only peasants doâ. To his standards, proper ladies surely didnât let knights from other lands finger them on the mountains, yet here you were.
âTighterâ, Chan whispered against your lips, bringing his hand to join yours around his length, helping you tighten your grip around him to his liking. âFuck, yeah⊠Just like thatâ, his hand moved from yours so he could grope your breast instead, while the other pulled the hem of his shirt further up his torso to not get soiled by his fluids. You took advantage of that, placing your free hand on his abdomen to feel his soft skin under your palm, feeling his muscles clenching ever so slightly the more you worked his cock, the more you touched his bare skin.
Removing your hand from his length briefly, you spit on it again to further lubricate him as soon as your hand resumed its motions. His hips bucked, fervently chasing your hand, the movement producing obscene squelching sounds that had Chan grunting against your mouth.
You both had gotten under these blankets however long ago cold as a sealâs bum, it was still snowing out of your makeshift shelter, but the second Chanâs hands had touched your bare body the temperature started to rise. Now, as his hips continued to thrust into your grip and your lips eagerly moved against one another, sweat collected on the back of your neck, the warmth and heat produced by your bodies completely all-consuming.
It was getting harder to breathe, your lips moving from his to attach to his neck instead, pressing kisses there as you tried to get some air into your lungs. âFuck, you couldâyou could make me blow like thisâ, Chan was breathless, his chest heaving the faster you moved your hand around his length, focusing now all your attention on his tip.
âThatâs the planâ, Chan had wanted to hear you come earlier, and now you wanted to hear him come for you, too.
Groans and grunts fell from his mouth, albeit slightly muffled as Chan bit his lower lip to dampen the sound. As you continued to lick and kiss his neck you could hear him mumble, something akin to âfucking ruinedâŠâ while his hips started to move faster, fucking your hand to chase his own release.
Chan tilted his body slightly, a warning passing his lips as he held his shirt higher and as he tried to create some space between you two and the blankets over you. With a few more pumps of your hand he finally came undone, his release spilling from his tip and landing all over his abs as a drawn out groan fell from his mouth.
âShit, what a messâŠâ
âI got youâ, you reached your free hand out of the mess of fabric on top of you towards the bag resting above your heads, blindly rummaging its contents until you found the handkerchief you kept in there.
You did your best to clean him up, using the last bit of dry fabric after to wipe your hand while Chan buttoned up his trousers again. It was really warm under the blanket, but you knew that if you removed yourself any further from here youâd freeze in record time, so you stayed putâChan clearly having a similar thought.
Silence fell for a while between you two, you could see Chan looking at the ceiling of the cave, a hand in his hair softly massaging his scalp and lightly tugging on the strands between his fingers as he seemed to mull something over. The fact that he seemed to be making a conscious effort to not look at you made you feel anxious all of a sudden. Was he regretting what just happened? You didnât regret it one bit, if anything, this felt like just an appetiser, something to mildly ease your hunger until you could finally stuff yourself full.
âPrincessâŠâ His voice startled you, but you turned to look at him regardless, finding him already eyeing you, almost tentatively. âIâm gonna⊠Gonna kiss you now, yeah?â
He sounded⊠Nervous? Almost as if he thought you wouldnât let him. You couldnât help but scoff at the thought. âKiss meâ.
His lips were on yours before you could even finish saying âmeâ, soft, tired pecks against your lips, his arms pulling you further into him for your head to lay on his arm while one of his legs slotted between yours, keeping you close. âIâm truly, truly ruinedâ, he mumbled against your lips, his hand coming to hold your hip. âRoyally fuckedâŠâ
âThatâd be two of us, thenâ, you pressed kisses back on his lips as you spoke, your hand coming to play with the hair on the back of his head as his thumb drew patterns on your hip. âIs this now cuddling enough for your standards?â
A soft chuckle fell from Chanâs lips, giving you another kiss as his hold on you tightened. âNow it is. Before it was just me trying not to rub myself on you the second we got under these blanketsâ.
Chan pulled back slightly, just enough to look you in the eyes. Sneaking his hand from your hip to your bum, he squeezed your buttcheek, the motion making you hike your leg up his torso, pulling him even closer to you. âStill cold?â
You shook your head, and Chan simply leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips briefly, accentuating his next words with a tight squeeze to your bum. âYouâre not gonna get rid of me now, princess. As soon as we make it to the next inn and I get you on a bed Iâm gonna make you all mineâ.
You chuckled softly, leaning in to press a loud kiss to his lips. âIâll hold you to thatâ.
As Chan held you, softly caressing your back, your bum, your thigh, and with the aftereffects of your orgasm still pumping through your veins, you finally fell asleep.Â
The next morning you woke up as soon as the first rays of sunlight touched your closed lids. Once you regained your senses enough you could feel warmth all over you, and you realised then that Chan was clinging to your frame, holding you so tightly in his arms you could hardly breathe. You tried to wake him up, gently caressing his back and softly murmuring his name. Your attempts only made him whine, musing a sleepy âfive more minutesâŠâ before he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.
All you did was chuckle softly, threading your fingers in his hair to massage his scalp, eliciting a satisfied hum against your neck. Just as you had not been prepared for Chanâs unfiltered swearing, you had also not been prepared for this facet of Chan, the clingy, touchy Chan. Even as you broke camp, he remained as close to you as he could, with his hands on you as much as he could, touching you, hugging you, even kissing you. A completely different demeanour from the one he sported when you had gotten into that almost-cave the night before.
And you retaliated, of course. With your own touches, with your own words, with your own mouth, finally able to physically display your feelings. When Chan bent over to pick up the last bundle of blankets so he could strap it up to his horse, you were presented with an opportunity, something you had wanted to do for so long but you hadnât dared. Now, though, you could. You could indulge, so you did, reaching to him and pinching one of his buttcheeks. Chan stilled for a moment, but he resumed his movements almost immediately after, regarding you with a smirk as he finished his task.
Just as you were about to hop on your horse, you felt his hand on your rear, gripping the flesh tightly as his free hand cupped your cheek, bringing your mouth to his, stealing the air out of your lungs with his heated kiss. All you could do was whine as you brought your hand to his nape to attempt to pull him impossibly closer to you. It was truly exhilarating, feeling Chanâs warmth all over you as he kissed you, his tongue feeding the fire in the pit of your stomach, and his, too, if the hardness you felt against your belly was anything to go by.
Finally, letting go of your buttock, Chan landed a harsh smack on your rear, making you simultaneously gasp and laugh, completely in disbelief. Chan simply shrugged, alleging âyou get your fun, so itâs only fair I get mine, tooâ before he helped you get on your horse, moving to mount his as soon as you were seated.
Once you both left your former campsite behind, and got back on the trail, you couldnât help but ask, âso, how long until we reach some civilization?â
âProbably a day, or half a day if there are no eventualitiesâ, Chan offered. âWhy, princess? Wanna get fucked that badly?â You could practically hear the smirk on his face as he talked, and you couldnât help but scoff, incredulous. Oh, how you liked this side of Chan, tooâŠ
âOh, I do want to get fuckedâ, you heard Chan laugh next to you, seemingly also in disbelief at your honesty. âBut, Iâm asking because Iâm truly curious, besides, I figured since you already had your fingers in my cunt, might as well stop being all mysterious and tell me more about yourself on our way thereâ.
Chan chuckled, but he humoured you regardless. It wasnât as if Chan hadnât told you things about himself before, he had told you enough to intrigue you, to want to inquire more on his life, and you had managed to gather a few things here and there just by looking at him, just by the way he did things, said things, or the way he carried himself. So, as you continued your journey, hearing him tell you about his humble up-bringing, about his family, about his knighthood, steadily satisfied some of that curiosity you had towards him.
You learnt that Chan had two younger siblings, and his parents were still alive. His mother worked as a seamstress, while his dad was also a knight in the Queenâs Guard, âit was almost a given that I would take the oath as well and follow my fatherâs steps. And honestly, so far I havenât regretted itâ, he commented as soon as he mentioned his fatherâs profession.Â
You learnt that he lived on his own, and that on his âhardly existent time offâ as he put it, he enjoyed hanging out with his small group of friends, playing bocce, or going out to eat, or going out for drinks. âIâd say Iâm a very simple man, princess. Boring, evenâ, he added with a chuckle. âBut what about you, though? Other than, you know, the thing with your father⊠What do you do to keep yourself entertained? Youâre adept in embroidery, right?â
You had told Chan in passing once when you were camping in the woods that you liked to embroider to keep your mind off of things, you were honestly surprised he remembered such a mundane detail. âI mean, Iâm not sure if adept is the word to use, but yes. Iâm fairly into needlework in generalâŠâ
You told Chan you enjoyed playing draughts, how you used to play it a lot with the maids that got close enough to you, or even with Queen Naeel when you two would meet. âIâd like to try new things though, things that I wasnât allowed to do. See if I can find anything that brings me joy, I want to have funâŠâ
Your conversation flowed like this, smoothly, seamlessly. Slowly but surely peeling layers and layers of yourself and showing them to Chan, just as he did the same. It honestly felt almost the same as before, you had never truly been uncomfortable speaking with Chan, on the contrary, he was quite enjoyable to talk to, but now, with no barriers between you both, it all just felt⊠Easy, soothing.
By the time night fell you had found yourselves in a small town close to the base of the mountain. An excited âholy shit, hot springs!â leaving Chanâs lips as soon as he spotted the many signs, and you couldnât help the sigh of relief as he said it, the cold was truly not something you could withstand for much longer, so hot springs sounded like heaven at that moment.
As soon as your horses were secured and sheltered, you made your way to the attached inn, finding the attendant with ease for Chan to confidently ask for one room. Taking both of your belongings, he urged you to go to the hot springs, âyou must be freezing. Iâll take these up, and we can meet later for supper once weâve warmed up, yeah?â An offer you gladly took.
The warm water eased the tremors that had started to course through you when the sun was no longer providing any heat as you travelled. A couple of old ladies engaged in conversation with you while you bathed, their presence was comforting in a way, they were nice and provided you with some company as you scrubbed your body clean. But even if they were nice, you did try your best to keep your body underwater, or to always face in their direction, not wanting to attract too much attention to your back.
When you warmed up enough and felt clean enough, you made your way to the tavern area of the inn, ordering some drinks and securing a table by the corner. Chan joined you shortly after, with a towel still draped over his head and a bright smile on his face making his dimples pop and his eyes almost disappear into crescents, and you simply couldnât help the flutter in your heart at the sight.
The food was surprisingly decent, better than the last few inns you had stayed at throughout your journey. You heard from the attendant that the place was quite popular among travellers, mostly due to the hot springs, and you could understand that completely. You and Chan took your time eating, and even after your food was finished, you stayed there for a while, a relaxed aura settling between you two as you simply enjoyed each otherâs company, drinking, talking, flirtingâŠÂ
However, as soon as you made it to your room, as soon as the door closed behind you two, it was almost comical how fast Chan made his move, pinning you to the closest wall he could find as his lips connected with yours, kissing you with force, with want. Gripping your thigh, he hiked it on his hip as one of his legs slotted between yours, his thigh adding just the tiniest bit of pressure against your heat, making you moan and whine against his mouth.
You liked kissing Chan, you truly did, but right now, as your hips rolled to get some stimulation from his thigh between your legs and both your hands and his held and groped anywhere they could on the otherâs body, you just couldnât wait anymore. So you untangled your legs from his and pushed him towards the bed as you continued to kiss.
With one final push on his shoulders, Chan sank, sitting on the edge of the bed for you to climb on his lap and straddle him, cupping his cheeks to pull his mouth to yours once again almost immediately after. He grunted as soon as you lowered yourself fully on his lap, his hands roaming your body, fondling your hips, your thighs, your back⊠All as you quickly worked the buttons of his shirt, swiftly unbuttoning each one so you could finally get a full feel of him.
âDonât be alarmedâŠâ Chan mumbled against your lips as soon as you unbuttoned the last button of his shirt.
You pulled back from his lips and looked him in the eyes. Chan looked almost⊠Apprehensive as you looked back at him. Slowly, you brought your hands into his open shirt, feeling his abs, his pecks, reaching his shoulders. You could feel his heated skin under your fingertips, every dip, every curve, but most importantly, you could feel every raised bump that seemingly didnât belong there, and as soon as you slid the shirt off of his shoulders and moved your eyes from his to take in the sight of his bare skin, you understood why he had given you a warning, why he asked you to not be alarmed.
Chan was well built, broad, fair skinned, all defined muscles that flexed and relaxed under your touch, but by far the most distinctive feature of his physique, were the numerous scars littering his body. They were everywhere, on his chest, on his arms, his abs, you wouldnât be surprised if they covered his back and his legs, too. Chan simply looked back at you, expectant as you took in his form. Youâd lie if you say you werenât surprised by the sight; sure, he had a scar on his face, but that paled in comparison now to the amount of scars on his torso. Deep, superficial, keloids, faint marks, it was all an assortment of different textures and shades of his skin tone and there was no way you could just⊠Not notice them.
Your hands moved, tentatively, slowly, tracing the many different shapes, feeling each of his intakes of breath with your touch. You didnât know how long you sat there just touching him, but finally, you settled your palms on his pecks, shamelessly feeling him up as your eyes fixed on your hands and you tilted your head slightly to the side. âChan, you⊠Youâre really handsomeâ, you emphasised your words with a squeeze on his pecks, which made him huff an incredulous laugh. âIâm not alarmedâ, you turned your gaze back up to meet his, looking him right in the eyes. âIâm just⊠Curiousâ.
Chan just hummed, his hands moving from your thighs to hold your hips. âIâve been in a lot of⊠Altercations. Some related to my knighthood, some⊠Not so muchâ.
âWill you ever tell me the stories?â Removing your hands from his chest, you proceeded to unbutton your own shirt, slowly, leisurely flicking every single button open until you could finally shrug it off of you, leaving your torso completely exposed.Â
âOnly if you have a few hours to spare to listen to themâ, Chan took in the sight of your bare chest, you could literally see the moment his eyes zeroed in on your breasts, growing impossibly darker. Youâd let him have his fun, but there was something more important you wanted to do, or at least, to show him. So you took his hands from where they were fondling your hips, his hold relenting immediately as you brought them to your lower back, pressing his palms against your skin.
âFeel themâ, was all you told him, a look of confusion crossed his face briefly, but his hands moved regardless, slowly moving up the expanse of your back, that look of confusion quickly replaced with that of shock, his eyes going wide and his eyebrows rising high in surprise, only to scrunch with concern right after.Â
How could you be alarmed about something you yourself carried with you every day of your life, too? Chanâs fingertips traced every single dip, every single bump, every single scar on your back, all as he looked deeply into your eyes, all as you got lost in his eyes as well. âMy father was a monster, but he wasnât stupid. Heâd only leave his mark where he knew no one else could see, not unless I let them see them, at leastâ, you offered, shuddering slightly under Chanâs featherlight touch.
You would usually hide your marks pretty well, always told your lovers you liked the thrill of getting intimate with clothes on, that it added a sense of obscenity to the entire thing. Truth was, you simply didnât want to deal with the looks they could give you, or to explain anything to anyone, mostly out of fear of what would happen if you spoke up against your father. Chan already knew, though. He knew what youâd been through and he had shown you his own scars, so there was no point in hiding them, no point when you could see in his eyes no semblance of judgement or disgust towards you, if anything, all you could see was fire, burning brighter the longer he looked at you, the longer he explored and touched you.
In his exploration, his hand found the back of your head, pulling down to crash your lips with his. Chanâs kiss was urgent, loaded, all passion and fire overflowing into you with each grunt, each groan. His hands brought you closer, bare chest against bare chest sharing your warmth as your fingers threaded in that mess of brown curls of his, tugging him impossibly closer to you while your tongues pushed against one another. It was both suffocating and freeing, stealing the air out of your lungs while simultaneously filling you with life.
The second your hips started to move, grinding against his hardened length his grip on your body tightened, his hands roughly palming your thighs, your hips, your rear, anywhere he could reach without breaking the contact of your chest against his, almost as if he wished to continue enjoying that feeling of warmth of your bare skin against one another.Â
You felt yourself moving, Chanâs hands keeping you firmly in place as he stood up and manoeuvred your bodies so you could lay on the bed with him on top of you, right between your legs. Pulling away from your lips, he rested his weight on his hands, looking down at you just as you looked up at him. He took his time, just scanning the features of your face for a while until his eyes moved, taking in the sight of your bare upper torso, his eyes moving almost frantically as if he didnât know where to look first. And you let him, mostly because you were also doing the same, taking in his breathtaking features, taking in every bump on his skin.
âI havenât done this in a whileâ.
Chan surprised you by saying that. He didnât look particularly ashamed or bashful or anything, he just looked⊠Serious. And somehow, it made you chuckle. âCouldâve fooled meâ.
âDonât wanna fool you, thoughâ, a smirk crept onto his lips as he lowered himself on his elbows. His lips found yours, one of his arms sneaking under your neck for you to rest on it as his opposite hand found your thigh, pulling you to him so you could hold onto him. Chan rolled his hips, letting you feel him, hard and warm right at the apex of your thighs, making you moan into his mouth.Â
Suddenly, Chan moved, rolling to the side and moving your body along for you to now straddle his hips, the motion earning a surprised yelp from your lips. His mouth trailed open mouthed kisses from your lips, to your chin, your neck, your collarbones while his hands roamed your back, all as you shuddered under his touch.
âGoodâŠâ you gulped the saliva that had collected in your mouth, feeling as Chanâs lips finally found their way to your breasts, kissing everywhere but where you wanted him most. âChanâŠâ You didnât mean to sound that needy, that urging, but that was how your call of his name came out, and honestly, you didnât care if you sounded desperate, because you were.
âShh, donât be so impatient, princess. Let me enjoy you for a bit, thereâs no need to hurryâ, Chan mumbled against your skin as his hands came to cup your breasts, squishing them together to create the perfect space for him to dive his face into with an appreciative hum, his thumbs coming to graze your nipples, his touch so featherlight it was almost as if he was teasing you, giving you a small taste of what you could feel and it was steadily filling you with anticipation.Â
A shaky gasp escaped your lips as you felt Chanâs lips suck on the tender skin of one of your breasts, leaving a purple mark right as he gently pinched both of your nipples between his fingers. âIs this okay?â his mouth barely even moved away from your skin as he talked, and you nodded, only for Chan to lightly tweak your nipples, the barely there stimulation sending a shiver down your spine. âWords, darlingâ.
âYesâŠâ You gulped, looking down at him right in the eyes as you spoke. âItâsâItâs okayâ.
Chan simply hummed, satisfied with your answer. So his lips returned to your breasts, sucking purple roses on the delicate skin all as both of his hands worked in unison to tweak and twist and pinch your sensitive buds, the combined stimulation eliciting quiet moans to spill from your lips. You felt yourself heating up further the longer he spent working your chest, touching you, marking you, and it was right as you were close to begging that you finally felt his tongue, landing tentative swipes against one of your nipples for him to finally suck it into his mouth.
âOh, thatâs goodâŠâ your fingerâs tangled in Chanâs hair, tugging the strands gently. Chan hummed, sneaking his free hand to your rear, holding one of your buttocks tightly as his mouth and his hand continued to work you up. You hadnât realised you had started to move until you felt him buck up into you, your hips slowly grinding against his, feeling his hardened length against your core, providing you with that relief youâd been desperate for even with the fabric that still separated your flesh.
Chanâs hand on your rear tightened, almost urging you to move faster, to move harder against the outline of his cock, and the moment you felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin of your nipple you couldnât help but do just that, moaning from all the different sensations that completely clouded your senses. His mouth on you, his hands on you, his hardness under you, all combined sent sparks of pleasure everywhere within you, kindling that fire in the pit of your stomach, burning brighter with each roll of your hips against him.
Once Chan was satisfied with his work on your nipple, his mouth moved to the other, his hands switching positions to continue with the same treatment as before, one holding your other breast, stimulating your nipple and the other gripping your rear as tight as he could. You knew you were too far gone the moment you looked him in the eyes again, seeing his lustful, almost greedy stare looking back at you with his lips attached to your breast, so your hips sped up, chasing that feeling that was building between your legs the more you ground yourself against his hardness, and before you knew it, you were coming, trembling as heat spread within every crevice of your body, as your mind clouded with only bliss and pleasure and Chan.
âFuck, fuck, waitâŠâ You mumbled, breathless, firmly tugging on Chanâs hair to get him to detach his mouth from your nipple. âToo much, sensitiveâŠâ
Chan chuckled softly, moving his mouth to press kisses on your neck as he removed his hand from your breast, too, moving it to join the other to fully cup your rear. âEnjoyed yourself?â His mouth found the skin behind your ear, pressing a kiss there, only to move along and take your earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently, making you swear under your breath with the action. âCouldnât even wait, huh? Had to use me as your mount to get off?â
You simply shook your head, taking in deep breaths. âCouldnât waitâ, was all you said, completely shameless. âNot when you looked so good with my tits in your mouthâ, your lips were on his in an instant, muffling Chanâs groan as you kissed him, relishing the taste of his tongue on yours and the tightening of his hold on your rear, whether the action was due to the motions of your kiss or the impact of your words, you didnât know.
Resting your weight on your knees and separating your hips from Chan, your hands trailed down his torso until they found the waistband of his trousers. âOffâ, you mumbled against Chanâs mouth, giving him enough space to manoeuvre and remove the offending piece of clothing, his underwear coming off with it, leaving him completely bare for your curious eyes to admire.
Just as you imagined, Chanâs legs were also covered in scars, of many different depths and shades, on his thighs, his shins, his calves, they were everywhere. You shuffled lower on Chanâs body, getting comfortable enough for your fingers to delicately trace each bump of raised skin they could, until finally, you moved your attention to his length, hard, pink, and prettyâespecially so as precum pooled around the tip where it laid on his abdomen.
Chan was unmoving, propped on his elbows simply looking at you, the expression on his face somehow both lustful and relaxed as he let you explore him as much as you wanted, however you wanted.
âYouâre staringâ, there was a glint of amusement in Chanâs tone, highlighted by the smirk on his face and it made you look away from his cock to his face again.
Licking your lips, you regarded him with a smirk of your own. âWhat? Feeling shy?â
âWith that look in your eyes? No, just feeling desiredâ, he said it so naturally, so unabashedly sure of it, you couldnât help but chuckle.
The moment your fingers wrapped around his length, you could see his chest rise and fall as he took a deep breath. âRemember what you told me back at the campsite?â Your hand moved, slowly dragging up and down his length, focusing on his tip.
âI told you many things at the campsite, princessâ, Chan licked his lips, his eyes jumping back and forth from looking at your hand working his cock and your face as you talked to him.
âYou told me something⊠Something that made my mind wanderâŠâ Tightening your grip around him, you moved closer to his length, and you couldâve sworn Chan was holding his breath in anticipation. âWanted to do this so bad, you have no ideaâ, with that, you replaced your hand with your mouth, finally, finally getting a taste of him.
A shaky breath and a loud âfuck!â fell from Chanâs lips as soon as you took him into your mouth, as soon as he felt your tongue landing firm swipes against his frenulum and your lips dragging over his tip. You took your time, savouring him, building his pleasure as you kept a rhythm, aiding your movements with a hand on what you couldnât fit in your mouth.
His jaw went slack, quiet groans and curses spilled freely from his mouth as Chan took in the sight of you working him up. One of his hands reached for you, moving your hair out of your face to keep it from obstructing his view, settling to caress your cheek after, his touch almost tender, a complete contrast to your lewd ministrations.
âFuck, you do have a dirty mouthâŠâ
You simply hummed around his length in response as you continued to move. With a deep breath, you took him further into your mouth, right to the back of your throat, making Chan close his eyes and throw his head back, biting on his bottom lip to muffle his groans.Â
Wet, gagging sounds filled the room, joining Chanâs constant swearing and groaning and grunting, and the combination of that along with the feel of him in your mouth had your head spinning, had you all worked up and burning up as your inner walls clenched around nothing.
âFuck, fuck, fuck, youâre so good at thisâ, you felt Chanâs hands on your head, pulling you off of him as he quickly scrambled to get close to your mouth. âYouâre too good at this, donât wanna blow yetâ, was all he said as he crashed his mouth on yours, savouring you, devouring you, all while tugging the waistband of your trousers and your underwear for you to finally take them off. Heat spread all over your face, blushing at his words, at his hands on your back, at his hands on your rear, at his tongue in your mouth.
âI want youâŠâ Your back hit the mattress as Chan mumbled his words between kisses. His middle and ring finger found your dripping core, entering you with ease to rub against that exact spot within your walls that drove you up the wall, that exact spot that you yourself had shown him how to find, making you moan against his lips as he continued to ravish your mouth.
âI need youâŠâ His fingers diligently worked you up, loosened you up, preparing you for him, all as your palm found his length, stroking him leisurely and your fingers tangled in his curls, tugging him even closer to you. It wasnât enough, though. Not enough closeness, not enough fullness.
âCan I have you, princess? Hmm?â Chan pulled away from your lips, enough to look you in the eyes, to take in every single one of your features, your heavy lids, your slightly agape mouth, the way your brows furrowed as his fingers continued to pleasure you, to stretch you open.
âYou have me, ChanâŠâ
You missed his fingers within your walls and the weight of his cock in your hand immediately, the feeling soon replaced with anticipation as Chan took a hold of length and dragged his tip along your folds, coating himself in your essence. Chan looked into your eyes, looking for any signs of you wanting to back out, to stop this now. He clearly found none, if anything, all he got was you rolling your hips, enticing him, tempting him. So he moved, finally stuffing you full of him in one swift motion, eliciting a shared sigh of relief as soon as he was buried snugly within your walls.
You pulled him to you, wrapping your limbs around him and connecting your mouths almost desperately. Chan kept himself propped up on one of his forearms, with his hand holding your head in place and the other hand moving below you to find one of your buttocks, holding you tightly as he started to move. Gone was the Chan that wanted to take his time, to take it slow, the Chan that claimed there was no hurry.Â
His hips collided with yours repeatedly, his pace steady, relentlessly pounding you to the mattress, his cock hitting just the right spot within your walls to get you moaning for him as soon as he started moving. You felt lightheaded, between his thrusts and his mouth on yours you could barely breathe, but it was hard to register it when all you could think about was how good this felt, how right it felt.
Chanâs lips moved away from your mouth, your moans now filling the room as he left wet, open mouthed kisses from your cheek all the way to your neck, whispering against your skin. âSo good, fuck⊠You feel even better around my cock, shitâŠâ
âChan, please⊠Need to⊠Want toâŠâ You could barely talk, but you tried anyway. You wanted your relief, you wanted to feel it while he was inside of you, you wanted him to feel it while he was inside of you.
The hold of your limbs around him relented, letting Chan pull himself away from your space to rest his weight on his heels. His thumb found your clit, the contact immediately sending that jolt of excitement up and down your spine. With one of your legs over his shoulder and you holding onto the other one to keep you spread open for him, he kept ramming into you, stealing the air out of your lungs with each thrust as his thumb rubbed your clit diligently, building your release and getting so, so, so closeâŠ
âYou have no idea how much Iâve been wanting to see you like thisâ, Chanâs thumb sped up, looking you in the eyes as he spoke, panting slightly. âSo pretty, just taking my cock so well, arenât you? Is this what you wanted too, hm?â All you could do in response was frantically nod and continue to roll your hips to meet his thrusts. âLook at you, canât even talk, fuckâŠâ
You simply shook your head, reaching for his hand on your thigh. âCloseâŠâ
âClose?â Chan snapped his hips harder, faster, the movement of his thumb on your clit not stopping. âCâmon, princess. I got youâŠâ
When you came, you came hard, a sob of his name falling from your lips as you held onto Chanâs hand on your thigh for dear life, his groan of appreciation almost going unnoticed as your mind went blank. âFuck, fuck, princess⊠Such a good cunt⊠Feel so good around me, tight, warm, shitâŠâ
Throwing your other leg over his shoulder as well, Chan moved impossibly faster, holding onto your hips tightly, chasing his own high. âSo closeâŠâ His voice was barely a whisper, completely lost in the feeling of it all as he continued to indulge in your body, in the feel of your walls clenching around him, in the way your tits looked when they bounced with every single one of his movements against you.
Pulling out, Chan held his cock in his hand, wrapping his fingers around it and pumping himself to completion right on top of your lower belly with a groan. You couldnât help but shiver at the feel of his warm seed on your body, a sensation that you immediately knew would plague your wettest dreams, along with the sounds that ran freely from his mouth.
Chan plopped down next to you, panting, breathless. Much like yourself, just trying to catch your breaths. Closing your eyes you set to enjoy the feelings coursing through your body, the ringing in your ears, the aches and the burns and the warmth, all pure bliss and satisfaction.
When you opened your eyes again and turned your head to the side you found Chan already looking at you, and, as if there had been some pulling force between you two, you found each other once again, your mouths sealed in a slow, passionate kiss.
âSo much for taking your timeâŠâ You teased him as soon as he pulled away from the kiss, making him laugh.
âCouldnât resist when you looked so good with my cock in your mouthâ, Chan reached for his discarded shirt, using it to wipe the remnants of his climax from your body, dumping it on the floor right after.
Once he laid back down, he pulled you to him, holding you close to enjoy the post-coital bliss as one of his legs slotted between yours.
âWe have a problem, princessâ, Chan mumbled against your hair.Â
Your hands traced patterns on his back as you cuddled, feeling the scars there, too. Humming in acknowledgement, you urged him to continue, trying your best to act as if those words hadnât brought the tiniest drop of concern in your mind.
Chanâs arms held you tighter, humming as well until he finally spoke. âAgainst my better judgement, against all that is proper, Iâm utterly smitten by you. How are you gonna take responsibility for that, huh princess?â
Pulling back from Chanâs chest you looked at him, at the teasing smile on his face coupled with the serious glint in his eyes, and you couldnât help but chuckle, with a genuine smile on your lips. âI guess youâll have to court me and find outâ.
âYouâd like that?â There was a tone of hopefulness in his voice, and it made you giddy. âI told you, Iâm a boring man, darling. Youâd get tired of meâ.Â
âIâd like that very muchâ, you pressed a kiss to his lips. âBesides, youâve already marked me, youâve got to take responsibility for these, tooâ, you gestured to your chest, to the numerous purple splotches Chan left behind, a sheepish smile appearing on his face as he looked at them.
Cupping your cheek, Chan looked you in the eyes for a bit, taking you in until finally he leaned in and kissed you again.
That night, even though you were both tired from the long journey, you both spent as much of your energy as you could just exploring each other, enjoying each other, until your bodies couldnât keep up anymore. By the time the moon was at her highest in the sky you and Chan were already spent, so you simply held onto each other as sleep finally claimed you both.
When you woke up the next day, the light coming from the window was enough for you to infer it was close to midday, and slightly alarmed, you tapped on Chanâs arm that rested around your waist. âChan⊠Chan⊠Itâs morning already, we oversleptâ.
Chan simply grumbled, moving his hand to your ribs, right below your breast, tightening his hold on you as he buried his face in your hair and pressed his chest flush to your back. âAnd? Itâs not like weâre camping, doesnât matter if we sleep inâŠâ He mumbled, clearly only half awake.
You immediately relaxed in his hold, youâd gotten so used to getting moving as soon as your eyes opened that it almost became a part of your routine, but Chan had a point, there was no hurry to move when you were staying at an inn like this. Taking a hold of the hand he had placed on your ribs, you moved it so you could place a kiss on his calloused palm. The action made Chan let out a satisfied sigh, moving as close as he could to you as you clutched his hand to your chest.
âMaybeâŠâ Chan spoke again after a while, mumbling against your shoulder as he started to press kisses on your skin, making goosebumps raise under his touch. âMaybe we could even stay for another day⊠So we can, you know, recover from the long journeyâŠâ
Chanâs hand moved away from where you were holding it against your chest, softly caressing the skin of your abdomen, your belly, your thighs, reaching your bum only for him to squeeze one of your buttocks, making you chuckle. âWhat do you think, hmm?â
You pressed yourself further into him, feeling him already hard against your rear. âWhatâs one more day to a two month trip, right?â
âExactlyâ.
You moved, and as soon as you were on your back Chan was already on top of you, kissing your neck, your chest, your nipples, your belly⊠Slowly, leisurely, he left kisses everywhere on your torso as his hands massaged your body, mumbling words of praise against your skin as he went âso beautiful, driving me fucking crazyâŠâ Until he finally found himself between your legs, making you shudder and tremble with his tongue, with his mouth, with his fingers⊠Certainly one of the best âlazy morningsâ you had spent in a long, long time.
You did rest that extra day in the inn, going into the hot springs, eating at the tavern⊠But admittedly, most of the time you were just in your shared room, all tangled limbs, sharing moans and groans and grunts, sharing your warmth, sharing your stories. And by the time you left the inn, hopped onto your horses, and continued with your journey, you realised that this is what real peace felt like.Â
After a few weeks, after you saw the first of many banners signalling Queen Naeelâs territory, after many more stays in inns throughout her realm, after many days and nights spent just enjoying Chanâs company, you finally made it to your friendâs home. The second you stepped into her castle you were almost winded by the collision of her body against yours, holding you so tightly against her that you couldnât help the tears that welled in your eyes.Â
âYouâre hereâŠâ Naeel sobbed against your shoulder, only to quickly pull herself away from you to hold you by the shoulders, her eyes frantically scanning the features of your face.
You couldnât help but giggle, bringing her into a hug again, quiet tears spilling from your eyes as you held her in your arms. âIâm here⊠All thanks to you, and Chan, of courseâ.
âOh, Channie!â Naeel removed herself from your embrace, jumping instead towards Chan who had been standing behind you, looking fondly at the reunion, his expression quickly changing to that of shock as Naeel hugged him tightly, too. âYou did well, thank you, thank youâ.
âYour⊠Your Majesty, pleaseâ, Chan cleared his throat, awkwardly patting Naeel on the back.
âAh, right, physical contact, big no, noâ, she regarded him with another smile, reaching for your hand to pull you closer to her. âI trust you two had a safe journey?â
âNothing out of the ordinary, Your Majestyâ, you had spent the last few weeks with the unfiltered, carefree Chan, it almost made you laugh to see him back into his Proper Knight mode. âBesides, Her Highness was an excellent companion all throughoutâ.
âOh? Was she?â Naeel looked back at you, with a glint of something in her eyes, something insufferable you were surely going to have to deal with as soon as you two were on your own.
Chan just hummed in response, adding a âif thatâs all for now, Iâll be taking my leave, Your Majesty. Iâm sure you two would like to catch upâ.
âYes, yes. Youâre dismissed, Channie. Take a week off, or two, or three, as you see fit, you deserve itâ, with a couple of pats on Chanâs shoulders, Naeel pulled herself away from his space, coming instead to your side and slinging an arm over your shoulder, pulling you tight against her side, making you smile.
âYour Majestyâ, Chan bowed his head towards Naeel, then turned to you, offering his hand. âYour Highnessâ, you placed your hand in his, and felt heat creep on your face as he brought it to his face, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles, regarding you with a warm smile and an even warmer look in his eyes. âIâll see you soonâ.
With that, he left, leaving you a blushing mess. A blushing mess as if you had not let him fuck you for days on end.
Naeel quickly took you to the courtyard, her attendants bringing you cakes and biscuits and tea for you to spend the afternoon in a resting area that was clearly just set there for her to relax in. âSo, how was the trip?â Bending at the waist, she expertly tied the anklet you had given back to her around her ankle, once again matching with you as you still wore yours religiously.
âNot that badâŠâ You commented as you chewed the sugary treats. Speaking with your mouth full wouldâve surely earned you an angry slap from your father, but he wasnât here, he was hopefully no longer in your life, so you could be as free as you wanted, knowing that Naeel wouldnât judge you, if anything, she was just like you. âCompared to, you know, living with my father, it was rather enjoyable Iâd sayâ.
Humming softly, Naeel took a sip of her tea. âAnd Chan?â
âChan⊠Chanâs nice. Really⊠Really niceâ, you took a sip of your tea as well, trying to hide from your friendâs inquiring eyes as she looked at you.
âHe is! Just a bit too stoic sometimesâ, she chuckled, reaching for a biscuit. âI was hoping he would loosen up a bit with this trip. Heâs one of my best knights, but he needs to relax, to detach from work a bit. I hope he managed to distract himselfâ.
Your mind quickly filled with memories of the nights you and Chan shared, in the mountains, in the inns, in your campsites⊠You could almost feel the phantom of his touch on your skin, and it was heating you up way too quickly. âI think he⊠He did loosen up a bit. Or thatâs how it seems to meâ.
âMmmâ, Naeel gave you an inquisitive look. âYouâre quite feisty, and he likes that sort of thing, so I sure hope you gave him a hard time and got him a bit out of his elementâŠâ
You stared at your friend, blinking. It dawned on you then, why your friend chose him for the task, why she sent Chan to get you, and your jaw wouldâve hit the floor if it hadnât been attached to your face. She was playing matchmaker. She had not only rescued you, but she was trying to get you laid. âYou sent Chan with intent! You sent him specifically on purpose!â
âOf course I did!â Naeel laughed, loudly. âI knew youâd like him, and judging by the way you were looking at him I was right! And I was sure heâd like you, too. Havenât seen him smile as bright as he did when you guys parted earlier!â
âNaeel, dearâŠâ You couldnât help but scoff a laugh, utterly baffled. âI love you so, so much. Youâre nutsâ.
âYou know me well, my dear. And I love you, tooâ, Naeelâs smile couldnât have been any brighter, and it warmed you up. You truly, truly loved your friend deeply, even if she was a bit nuts. âSo, does that mean that you guys got acquainted with one another as I hoped?â
You looked at her for a moment, completely silent, your face going dead serious, which made a look of worry flash on her face. Until you couldnât stop the smile that crept onto your lips. Slowly, you unbuttoned the first few buttons of your shirt, showing Naeel the purple marks on your chest, the marks that Chan had not let fade since the moment he first pressed his mouth on your chest, the marks he left time and time again, making Naeel gasp and bring her hands to her mouth.
âOh, wow!â Throwing her head back she laughed again, lightly kicking her feet. âIâm a fucking genius! I should be crowned again, Queen of Matchmaking!â
You couldnât help but laugh with her, reaching for your cup of tea. âI canât believe you, NaeelâŠâ
Figuring out the logistics of you staying with Naeel was easy. You didnât want to live at the castle, it reminded you too much of your old life, and you also didnât want to be pampered anymore. You wanted a new beginning, a different life to that you had known, so your friend helped you settle, giving you a humble house in the castle town and offering you a job as a royal seamstress within her already established team âIâve seen your work, and Iâd love to have you design things for me!â. It was a privilege not many could have, and you were aware of it, so you took the offer. If your friend believed in you and your abilities, why wouldnât you believe in yourself for the task?
Your new home was cosy, just big enough for one person, with enough space for your few belongings. You thought youâd have a hard time your first night there, but it was surprisingly easy for you to fall asleep there. Almost as if your body knew there was no danger, as if it knew you could finally rest.
For your first few days there you didnât see Chan. You didnât know where he lived, and you hadnât had the time to ask Naeel about it, so you settled for waiting until you could run into him, and although there was a part of you that knew he would come looking for you, there was still a part of you that worried he mightâve decided you were not worth his time anymore. That was, until you heard a knock on your door and you opened it to find the man standing right there at your doorstep, with a small bouquet of flowers in his hand.
âHer Majesty told me where you were stayingâ, he had a sheepish smile on his face, shyly handing you the bouquet, and you couldnât help the smile that made its way onto your face as you took it. âI was hoping to⊠To maybe show you around?â
âIâd like thatâ, stepping into his space, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on his lips as your front door closed behind you.
One of Chanâs hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him with an appreciative hum as the other held the back of your head, angling you a bit so he could deepen the kiss. You didnât care if anyone saw you, just like he also didnât seem to care, if anything, he held you in his arms confidently, and it made you chuckle against his lips. âI take it youâre no longer conflicted about your feelings for me?â
Chan simply shook his head, removing his hands from your frame so he could link your arm with his and pull you along to walk down the street. âItâs too late for that, princessâ.
âAh, but youâre still calling me princess?â There was no ill intent in your voice, if anything, only a bit of a teasing tone.
âOf course! You are my princess, after all. Are you not, darling?â
You couldnât help but laugh, tightening your hold on his arm as you continued to walk with him, following him anywhere he pulled you to. âThen Iâll be your princess, and yours onlyâ.
Chan simply smiled at you, one of those smiles that made his face light up, his dimples pop and his eyes disappear, and as usual, you couldnât help the flutter of your heart at the sight. You didnât feel like a princess anymore, not like a real one at least, but the switch from it being a title, a title that had only meant pain in your life, to it being a term of endearment, a term used by Chan and only Chan, helped you cope, and you hoped that, in due time, you could finally fully heal.
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Synopsis: Yunho is prepared to do everything to help you forget. Even if that means doing something youâve never done beforeâŠ
Warnings: Soft Dom! Yunho, sensory deprivation (blindfold), bondage (use of Yunhoâs tie), dom/sub dynamics, pet names, (princess, darling, etc.), friends to lovers. Lmk if I forgot anything <3Â
Word Count: 2.4k (yea. Pure filth⊠heh.)
I'm not here to be the savior you long for.
Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as you angrily type in a familiar number. You had given your boyfriend- your now ex-boyfriend, one too many chances. You hated when Yunho was right, but this time you had nowhere to turn. You were standing outside your apartment in your slippers and pajamas and his jacket, waiting for Yunho to answer the phone. You were trying hard not to cry harder as you heard Yunhoâs voice on the phone, âYes?âÂ
âYunho,â your voice cracked, and you let out a soft sob. âWhere are you?â He demanded. âHome. Standing outside-âÂ
âIâll be there soon.â With that, Yunho hung up. You stared at your phone in disbelief. You had no other option but to wait for Yunho to arrive, trying not to shiver. You didnât want to go back inside, you didnât want to risk running into your ex, who was still in your apartment. You wrapped your arms around your body, watching the rain begin to dribble as you stood underneath the awning of your apartment building.Â
After a few moments, headlights flashed down the street, and you see Yunhoâs dark car pull up to the curb. Hot tears fill your eyes again as you watch him slide out of the car, holding an umbrella. His eyes fell on you and you could see anger flash in his dark irises. âY/n.â He groans, rushing to you. You sob as he wraps his arms around you, âCome on. You must be freezing.â He ushered you to his car and helps you inside.Â
He doesnât ask you anything as he speeds away, you could see that he was upset. But, you didnât want to fight anymore, you were tired and wanted nothing more than to be around someone who wanted you. The drive back to his place didnât take long, but before you got out of the car, Yunho simply sat there staring ahead of him. You slowly look over to him, âYunho,â you murmur, âPlease. I donât want to hear about it right now⊠I donât want to hear how you were right.â You sniffle, causing him to scoff, âDo you want to hear what I want to say?â You shake your head, âNo-â You begin to say but he interrupts you, âHeâs a piece of shit. I want to break him, limb from limb.â He turns to face you, âI want to make him hurt in ways he could never fathom. So, yes, I was right. It doesnât make you feel any better.â He put his hand on your knee, âHe doesnât deserve to be loved by someone like you.â You turn to look at him. âI just donât want to feel anything right now.â You whisper.Â
There was a long pause before Yunho speaks again, âLet me help you.â He opens his door and climbs out, helping you out of your door. He takes your hand and guides you up the stairs of his home and opens the door. You donât say anything as he guides you through his house. Through his dimly lit hallway to a room at the end. His room.Â
You turn to face him as he looks down at you, his eyes soft, understanding, waiting. âI need your permission, Y/n.â He murmured. âPermission?â you cock your head to the side slightly, not sure what he meant. âPermission to touch youâŠâ His large palm flattened, curving against your cheek as his thumb prodded your bottom lip, âto kiss you,â his voice was deep, and so soft that you could barely hear it. âTo make you forget.â you couldnât breathe. Yunhoâs mouth was so close to yours that you couldnât think straight. His warm breath skittered across your face, and the smell of toothpaste and his cologne swirled around your body, fogging your mind further.Â
Sure, you thought your friend Yunho was extremely attractive, who couldnât think that? You became friends with him nearly 6 months after dating your now ex, meeting through mutual friends. After all, Yunho was part of the reason your relationship fell on the rocks. You gulp, âI need to hear you say it, darling.âÂ
âSay, say what?â You whisper, your voice failing as he steps closer, his body now pressed against yours. âSay, yes.â His lips were so close to yours, if only you had the nerve to move just a fraction of an inch, they could touch. âYunho,â you whimper, eyes fluttering as his lips ghost yours. âSay it, y/n. Say the word and Iâll make you forget the pathetic bastard ever existed.âÂ
âPlease,â you plead with him, âI donât want to think- I donât want to think about him. Help me forget, please.â His breathing stops for a moment, and he pulls away. You gulp, your mind whirling as he reaches for his door, his free hand latching around your wrist as he tugged you into his room. You follow like a lost puppy, allowing him to guide you to the edge of his bed, pushing you so your legs were against the mattress. You gulp, watching him as he knelt down, pulling your shorts down with him. You feel your cheeks heat up, realizing that you werenât wearing any undergarments, whatsoever. His hands ghost up your thighs, squeezing as he went, placing soft kisses along your hip. Yunhoâs thumbâs hooked around your shirt, pulling it over your head, tossing it with your shorts in a heap.Â
His eyes were lust-filled, watching your every move like a hawk. He moves to his nightstand, pulling out a silk sleep mask, âPull your hair back, princess.â he murmurs, his voice rumbling your chest as he comes to stand in front of you again. You do as youâre told, and for whatever reason, you obey without questioning him at all. You pull your hair into a loose ponytail at the nape of your neck. âIâm going to put this over your eyes. Donât take it off. Donât touch it. Youâll lose your hands.â He warns, nudging you to sit on the bed. You nod your head, âVerbal confirmations here, now, y/n. Nodding your head does not count. I want to hear your voice.âÂ
âOk.â You whisper as he offers you a sexy grin, âGood girl.â He slides the mask over your eyes and gently pushes your shoulders back. âScoot back a little bit, baby doll.â He guides you so that youâre laying in the middle of his soft bed. You feel the bed dip, and heâs now standing somewhere in his room. You hear him moving around the bed, but youâre unsure of what heâs doing. âHow Iâve dreamt of this, y/nâŠâ He sucks air through his teeth, groaning as he moves to your feet, using his fingers to dance along the inside of your calf. You gasp, the sensation going straight to your groin. You clamp your legs closed, a strangled whimper escaping your mouth.Â
As suddenly as his touch came, it was gone again. Your skin was aflame with desire, and you shuddered, âYunho, please.â You beg, shifting as he moves through his room. âPatience, y/n. Youâll be rewarded soon.â You groan frustratedly as he pauses. The bed dipped, and you could feel him on your left side, âI want to see you squirm first.â Your head moves toward him, and you feel his breath fan across your chest. You gasp, shivering as he pull away, âYunho,â you move to remove the blindfold but his hands were faster. âWhat did I say, Y/n?â He says, his voice low. Annoyed slightly. He tsks at you and leaves you alone on the bed. âI suppose I canât be surprisedâŠâ he chuckles, and you hear him walk away. âWhere are you going?âÂ
âI thought you would be a good girl,â he begins, his voice further away than before. âIt seems that I was wrong. So, now, I need to improvise.â He says, his voice growing louder at the end. âHands. Now.âÂ
âYou canât be-âÂ
âDonât.â his hands wrap around your throat, squeezing slightly. You moan, his mouth hovering over yours, âBack. Talk.â You feel him gather your hands and the sensation of something cool and smooth wraps around your wrists. âI think this is going to be my new favorite tie.â he chuckles to himself as he restrains your hands above your head. You gulp as he climbs over your legs, pinning your hips with his. He was wearing shorts- or he had undressed to his briefs, you werenât sure. But you could feel his muscular legs moving against yours as he rolled his hips into yours. You gasp, arching into his chest, his hands running along your sides as he nibbled your neck. âYunho,â you whimper, pressing your face into his hair. He chuckled, âYes, princess?â He hums, lapping at your right nipple. âPlease- please,â you whine. Yunho moves to the opposite nipple, his tongue trailing across the valley between them. He hummed in reply, his mouth consuming your breast; his teeth scrapped your sensitive bud as he pulled away, âPlease, what, y/n? Hmm? What is it that you want?âÂ
âYu- Yunho, please.âÂ
âMe?â He chuckles, his lips hovering over yours again, âYou want me?âÂ
âYes.â You said, your voice coming out harsh. The desire building in the pit of your stomach was making you desperate. âOh, well,â he chuckled, tsking at you as if you were a child. âTalking to me like that will get you nowhere.â He rumbles, his chest pressed against yours as his hand dances to your hip, âmanners, darling. Use. Your. Manners.â You shudder, âPlease.â You whimper, feeling useless against him. âPlease, what, Y/n? Iâm not a mind reader, love.â He teased, licking a hot stripe up your neck to your chin. You groan, chasing his mouth. He luckily allowed you to catch him, his mouth and yours hungrily meet. His tongue danced around your mouth, prodding your tongue and lapping at it expertly. Your mind was spinning as you were helpless, he was pulling away, âNo- no, please.â You whine, grinding your hips into his. âSo greedy. My, oh my, someone really needs to teach you some proper manners.â He chuckled.Â
âYunho, please. Stop teasing. I canât take it anymore.â You gasp. He pauses for a moment, his hands dancing to your hips and pinning you down, âCanât keep up?â You shake your head frantically, as he chuckles. âGuess weâll have to build that stamina then, huh?â He pecked your cheek, âIs my sweet y/n getting too worked up? Hmm?â You nod, âYes.â you whimper pathetically. He chuckles, âOh, pretty angel. What to do?â You groan as he giggles to himself. âAwh, alright. I guess Iâve seen you fidget long enough.â He sighs, lips attaching to yours like a man starved. You feel him move his hand between your faces, âOpen up. Spit.â You donât even think twice as you spit onto his awaiting fingers. You hear him chuckle and listen to the sound of him spitting as well. His hand moves between your bodies and frees his strangled cock from its prison of modern clothing.Â
He hisses as he drags his hand along his cock, using the leftover spit to run his two digits along your folds. You gasp, bucking your hips toward his fingers. âSo wet⊠Did we even need spit?â He teases, his mouth on yours as his cock prods your entrance. âFuck,â you gasp, feeling as he teased you, entering slightly and pulling back out. There was a slight pop! making you whine as he hissed. He chuckled darkly, âTight.âÂ
His lips were back on yours within moments, his hips softly rolling against yours. You both moan, his hands dug into your hips as he stills, bottoming out. You tug at the tie around your hands, âYuyu.â You cry out, squeezing your eyes shut as he leisurely moves his hips, testing to see if you were going to be in pain. âFuck, y/n.â He grunts, his hips pausing slightly, his face buried into your neck. You canât speak. You canât think. The only thing keeping you from going insane was the moans from Yunho and the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you. You wrap your legs around his hips, making him chuckle, âFuck.â He hisses, grabbing your throat, âIâm not gonna last like this.â You nod your head, unable to admit that you were about to come undone as well. But, it wasnât like he couldnât tell.Â
Yunho grunts, feeling you orgasm and catching your cries in his mouth. He doesnât stop as you shake, pushing you through the longest orgasm you had ever experienced, the sensation coming in waves. He moans, squeezing your throat as he pulls away, holding your hips as he picks the pace up suddenly. You cry out, another strong orgasm threatening to rip through you again. Your words are nothing but incoherent whines and moans as his hips met yours, pornographic noises echoing around the room as he grunts. You feel his hand rip the blindfold off, âI want to look in your eyes as I fucking cum.â He growls. You thought you were dreaming. The sight before you was enough to make you sob. Yunho was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his abs flexing as he moved, his biceps taught from holding your hips prisoner, his large hands wrapped and digging into your skin as if he was attempting to melt into you.Â
He uses one of his hands to interlace with yours, his lips gathering yours as he groans, thrusting one last time into you, hard and deep. You feel a warm sensation spread through your womb and you buck your hips against his.Â
You both lay there for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Panting, he pulls away, looking into your eyes as he undoes the restraint. You didnât realize how tired your arms were until they went slack above your head. He pulls out of you and flops beside you, staring up at the ceiling. After nearly five minutes of no talking coming from either party, Yunho turns you. âY/nâŠâ he trails off, causing you to turn just enough to look at him. âYuyu.â you feebly reach toward his face, and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. âIf I would have known you felt that way, I would have come running.â He chuckles as he kisses you a few more times, pulling away to look at you.Â
âYou definitely came something⊠Maybe not running⊠At least not with your legs⊠Definitely down them.âÂ
#ateez smut#yunho ateez#ateez yunho#yunho smut#yunho x reader#đŻđrecs#oml talk about my brain malfunctioning while reading this woohđ€đ«Łđ#oml Yunho is a dangerousđłđ#aksnsjnsjdnrje the petnames got međźâđšđ« đ#absolutely amazing omgđđ€
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The softest whimsical vibes ever!đ„șđ at first I was like y/nđ€Šââïž why are you hiking in the woods ALONEđ€š sprained her ankle toođ„Č and then literally sat and took a nap in a fairy circle?!đ€Łđ€Šââïž that aside FAIRY MINHO!!?? Why is that everything I needed and more!đ„șđ he was so sweet helping y/n and healing her! I need someone to place a hand on my head and magicly heal all the anxiety away omg!!đ€ŁđAnd the soulmate thing with the wings is super adorable!! even though y/n doesn't have wings he call her entire being beautifulđ„șđ€§
pairing: fairy!minho x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff, fantasy au. content: 18+ minors dni. warnings below cut. word count: 4.8k moodboard by @staysrainâ
summary: you stumble upon a forest fairy, enraptured by his glittering wings.
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#little human#lee know x reader#stray kids x reader#skz x reader#minho x reader#đŻđrecs#the sensitive wigs was a very nice touch!!! it just makes so much sense!đ#also kanskekwkwđ€đ#another breathtaking fic!đđđ
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'finally submitting a 20 page paper that your professor had so rudely assigned.' Aksnskns I felt that in my soulđźâđš 'Your heart drops when you see that itâs a man wearing dark clothes, hood thrown over his face and hands hidden in his pockets.' At that point I would have booked it to the 7-Eleven!đ âIâm on my way right now, stay inside and stay as far away from the man as possible.â akwnsknsks forever a knight in shining armorđ„čđ âWhat did I tell you about remembering to eat? You always get too lost in your assignments. You need to take better care of yourself.â sosnxjdn he remembers mc's bad habits omlđđ„ș I am in shambles!!đ„ș âIâm almost there baby, Iâm almost-â ACK HE CALLED Y/N BABYđ ik it was probably an accident but omlđ« 'his jaw clenching when he notices how close the hooded man has managed to get.' Angry Yunho!!!đ€đ« âWait. Did you run all the way from your place to the 7/11?â He ran the whole wayđđ âIâve missed you,â Yunho whispers.' AHHH AHHđ« I'm too soft omlđđ
Convenience Store Chances | J.YH
Pairing: ExBoyfriend!Yunho x reader (fem implied but not explicit)
Summary: Itâs the typical story of right person, wrong time. But maybe an unfortunate situation might turn the wrong time into the right time.
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Warnings: creepy man, cursing, being followed, comfort, fluff
a/n: good oleâ mutual pining and second chance trope. also, this picture of Yunho is too good, I had to use it.Â
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#yunho x reader#jeong yunho#jeong yunho x reader#ateez x reader#đŻđrecs#ajsnsjjsks this was so sweetđđ#ajsnjs Yunho to the rescue frfrđ€đđ#the fluff is fluffingđ„șđ#can never get enough of adorable Yunho honestlyđ#I absolutely loved this!!đđ€
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